Title: Me
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Duo
Notes: Challenge 213. Baby Series 4 #95. Takes place after Giant's Stride.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: Me
There was this grizzled old war veteran, worked for the Sweepers when I first hid away on that Sweeper ship. Cranky old bastard, but you could not have found a fairer man. He took a shine to me right away, though I didn't know it at first. The old buzzard always seemed to be telling me off and criticising everything I did. Nothing I did seemed to please him. The most complimentary thing he said to me was that I must have been born ass first, I was so contrary.
I don't look at the world the way others do. I don't see the world the way most people do.
I'm not... well, I suppose 'ordinary' is the word I'm looking for. Hate that word. I don't fit neatly into any mould and no matter how much pounding and shit is heaped on me, I refuse to fit neatly. I'm...
Me.
You can't force a square peg into a round hole and keep it square, or the round hole round for that matter. Both get warped. I'm sort'a like that. I'm not square but I'm not round either... Or any other shape you care to think of. I'm unique and when I don't want to conform, I won't. Simple as that.
I don't care that I stand out. That I stand on the side lines and not in the crowd. I'm not one of the sheep in the herd. I watch the sheep and sometimes I watch the sheep with a predator's eye. Other times I watch with the eye of a shepherd. Sometimes I might hide in the flock, but that doesn't make me a sheep.
I've got my own set of rules, my personal do's and don'ts, and those rules say to be independent. If everyone is standing tall and reaching for the heavens, I might just go low, crouch down and have a rat around and see what lies hidden in the dirt. There's always something to be found and what I do with it when I find it... Well, that's for me to decide.
Authority has its place, but no one rules me. I'm free to come and go as I please. I'm free to stand on my head in the middle of the throne room, butt naked with my hair loose if I want to, not that I would. Bloody freezing in there and it would take hours to get my hair tamed if I did fool things like that. I don't exactly conform to the conventions of the rules of society, though I'm not exactly against them either. I just believe I belong to me.
Me. Duo Maxwell. Gundam pilot and Engineer.
If I conformed to the rules I'd be dead in the gutters of L2. A long time dead. Fuck the rules, I say. I make my own. I wanted out and I got out. Look at me now. Who knows where a bit of incentive and a stubborn ass will get you?
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Karina Robertson 2013