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Seamless

Zech's POV

He has always inspired me. Even now, I'm dying, his cause, and still I admit he was the one who always motivated me. From our first fight, I noticed his flaws. He had none. Perfect in every action; perfect fighting skills, perfect body, perfect eyes… Charismatic eyes, hours I could spend, just gazing, searching for more.

Unfortunately, he was too perfect. The perfect soldier, just being what he was made for, a soldier for war. Feelings that others are burdened with not plaguing his senses. Loathing the only emotion percolating his mind.

It wasn't his choice to be that way, that was his burden. It was just how he was made. Nothing is supposed to be able to break him, so far nothing has succeeded. I should have known I was fighting a losing battle becoming his personal enemy. Some part of me did realise it, although, I still wanted to fight him, to me, he is the only good element of this hollow war. Although he cannot feel deeply, he still fights for everything he believes in and for the people of this world. He was what made me fight, just to battle with someone so great, such a worthy opponent; it's a great shame that that is all he ever saw me as.

I could have looked upon him as much more. The love I felt for his way of fighting and for the strength he contributed to his missions soon grew to love for him. Just knowing I was to fight opposite him was enough for me to live with. It had to be, that is all I had from him. My sister, she also tries for more, like me, she'll wait in vain; Heero Yuy is not capable of love. The blunt truth that is, and he hates himself for it. His one emotion and it's expressed upon himself.

He cannot help the way he was made, no-one can. I cannot help being brought up to love the great things of this earth just as he cannot help being made as a pawn for someone else's game.

I look at him once more over the comm. his blue eyes throw daggers back. I'm glad to die by such an honourable hand but I wish those I could gaze into those eyes even in death. Those beautiful orbs that tell me nothing but hatred for everything about this war corrupting our lives.

Those perfect eyes form perfect hate.

Owari

AN This was inspired by a picture with the last line as a saying to go with it. I'm not really sure what I think of how this turned out but I had to write something for it as it would bother me otherwise. Please tell me what you thought.