27 June 2000
'K, I think this is another ten-minute image. It's also a response to a challenge by LoneWolf to make Wufei react to a quote by Richard Bach, from Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. Said quote is Treize's little speech beginning with "The mark of your... " But please, someone write another answer to this challenge; it could be so much more (I almost said "this doesn't do it justice"). ::grin::
Warnings: Cutter writing Wufei. 'Nuff said.
Notes: No, Wu and Treize are *not* "together" in this fic.
Disclaimers: If I owned GW, there'd be a lot more sex, and you know it.
//I will duel Treize, and I will win. For the good of the colonies. For my honor.// Wufei dropped through the high window as quietly as a cat and with as much agility.
Treize was there, of course. Just as he'd planned it.
"So, you've come to fight with me again? Do you think you will win, Chang Wufei?"
The mildly condescending note boiled his blood once again. . .this was a dance oft-rehearsed, and familiar as time, though they had only physically fought once before. And then, as always, the words began.
"I will beat you, because I am right. I fight for justice, and I will triumph if I have to die a thousand deaths. Natak--seigi no tame ni." //I almost slipped there. I will have to be more careful.//
He laughed. The cruellest thing the not-so-young can do to the serious-and-young is laugh. "The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."
Wufei considered this. His opponent, he knew, was in his own way an honorable man, and to dismiss his words in a heated moment would be dishonorable of him. So, as he blocked, parried, and thrust, he thought.
"Perhaps you are right." he finally replied, panting with exertion. "But your butterfly killed my wife."
"A shame," Treize agreed solemnly. "But it seems she was the cocoon which must be broken for the new creature to survive." Thrust. Parry.
This time, Wufei did not miss a beat. "It seems to me she was a living, breathing woman, whose children will never be born. Like all the women and children who have died at the hands of OZ. In the end, your ideals are nothing in the face of blood spilt. That is why I do not approve of Relena Peacecraft."
Swipe. "I," replied Treize, "bear remarkably little resemblance to Relena Peacecraft." Block.
//I am not so sure of that.// Yet Wufei continued as if he had not been interrupted. "But, if you need an analogy to understand simple things like blood and death, Treize Kushrenada, then listen wisely." Block. Twist. Miss. "I am a spider, and your new order is the insect I will feast upon." Twist. Lunge.
"Isn't that what 'justice' is, Wufei? An ideal?"
Thrust.
"Yes. And perhaps that is your final victory. This is mine."
Strike.
"Caterpillars rejoice."
owari
::sweat:: OK, so that was a little strange. ::scratches head, somewhat embarassed:: And possibly OOC? The whole thing just sort of happened...
(profusely apologizing and still looking for another response to this challenge)
(:./cutter/justice)
