/China... you're right next to me I think that you can hear me funny how the distance learns to grow/
The whine of engines yanks me out of a half-doze, hours later. I sit up, groggy and disoriented -- it's not my Gundam's engines that are firing, so who --
"Son of a bitch," I marvel, as I get to the window in time to see his mobile suit vanish over the horizon. "He got it all repaired last night, after all. What a pilot!"
I guess he'll be all right without my help, after all. Still, I can't shake this strange feeling of -- loss -- I get when I wander into the hangar to attend to my own Gundam; this funny sensation like something's out of place, or missing. No time for that, though; I've gotta get Deathscythe ready for a fight. I climb into the cockpit, and turn it on to run a diagnostic --
I try to, anyway. But the suit doesn't respond, to any of my commands. An awful realization creeps over me, and I lean down to yank out the panels underneath the consoles.
"Son of a bitch!"
Empty. It's empty. That was how he'd gotten his Gundam fixed last night; he stole parts from mine! From my Deathscythe, my partner! "That bastard!" Furious, I climb out of the cockpit and start circling the suit, surveying the damage. He can't accept my help, oh no! He just waits until my back is turned so he can tear it open and steal what he wants from inside!
No way I'm letting him get away with this. Nobody does this to Duo Maxwell. You are not going to get away with stealing from me, Heero --
Re: Confluence
Date: 2006-02-22 07:56 am (UTC)you're right next to me
I think that you can hear me
funny how the distance learns to grow/
The whine of engines yanks me out of a half-doze, hours later. I sit up, groggy and disoriented -- it's not my Gundam's engines that are firing, so who --
"Son of a bitch," I marvel, as I get to the window in time to see his mobile suit vanish over the horizon. "He got it all repaired last night, after all. What a pilot!"
I guess he'll be all right without my help, after all. Still, I can't shake this strange feeling of -- loss -- I get when I wander into the hangar to attend to my own Gundam; this funny sensation like something's out of place, or missing. No time for that, though; I've gotta get Deathscythe ready for a fight. I climb into the cockpit, and turn it on to run a diagnostic --
I try to, anyway. But the suit doesn't respond, to any of my commands. An awful realization creeps over me, and I lean down to yank out the panels underneath the consoles.
"Son of a bitch!"
Empty. It's empty. That was how he'd gotten his Gundam fixed last night; he stole parts from mine! From my Deathscythe, my partner! "That bastard!" Furious, I climb out of the cockpit and start circling the suit, surveying the damage. He can't accept my help, oh no! He just waits until my back is turned so he can tear it open and steal what he wants from inside!
No way I'm letting him get away with this. Nobody does this to Duo Maxwell. You are not going to get away with stealing from me, Heero --
-- my heart --