18-Jul-2000
Title: Face of the Enemy by Draco (dracostella@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Spoilers for the last few episodes. If you did not watch
those episodes, this will probably not make much sense . . .
Timeline: This takes place right after Hilde gets back to
Peacemillion with the disk containing the information on White Fang
and is badly injured. Duo just told Heero that Relena is on White
Fang. This is the five minutes after Duo tells him that and right
before Heero leaves to go rescue Relena. The scene takes place in
the room that Heero and Duo hypothetically share on Peacemillion.
Feedback: Yes please please please please please please!!
The stars reflected a pair of blue violet eyes, searching in the midst of the darkness of space.
The door slid open. Without turning from the window, Duo whispered, "If you are going after her, make sure you take the disk Hilde brought back."
"Hilde will be fine, Duo," Heero said without sympathy in his voice, "Thinking about it will only distract your focus."
Duo turned to face Heero but he was not looking at Heero. His eyes were focused on a private vision. "What do you see when you get on the Wing Zero, Heero?"
"My enemy." Heero's voice was a little lower than usual.
"Do you know what I see?" Duo pressed his hands against the window, "I see myself. I see Deathscythe. I see Shinigami..."
"There are no place for doubts in a war," Heero's voice cut through Duo's contemplation.
"Don't be a hypocrite Heero!" Duo laughed slightly, "That emotionless mask you wear has cracked too many times for me to believe that. Yet, I wonder Heero, who is your enemy? Zero tells me I am my own worst enemy. Everyone I have ever loved died because I could not protect them. It seems that my love is as fatal as my scythe. I am baptized by the blood of those I have loved and the blood of the countless people I've killed... sometimes when I wash my hands I scrub them over and over again and still I can smell the blood. All the perfume of Arabia will not sweeten these little hands. It's funny you know, when I'm in Deathscythe, I feel nothing. When I am killing, I feel no guilt nor remorse... but at night... all of God's angels cannot keep the ghosts away..."
"You are a soldier," Heero stepped closer to Duo as stared him straight in the eyes, "You fight so the weak does not have to."
"When you tell yourself that for the seven millionth time, it stops having effects," Duo looked away, unable to face the dark blues, "I honestly don't know who my enemies are any more. Once it was OZ, but now... They are just names... OZ, Romafeller, White Fang... They are all pathetic... Even as I go out there and battle the White Fang, I feel sorry for Zechs. He's a poor deluded bastard, but I know all he wants is peace. And Treize... God, I think I even admire him a little... Did you know he keeps a record of every single person under his command who has died? I stumbled upon it when I was hacking the system... He wants peace too. Every God-damn-bastard on this side of the solar system wants peace, and yet here we are fighting and dying for peace... I don't know what or who the hell I'm fighting for any more."
"Your enemy is whoever tries to kill you," Heero said steadily, "You are a soldier. Remember who you are." Heero paused for a moment, as if considering what he was trying to say next, "But if you must find an enemy, think of me. You are fighting so people like me won't be created any more. I am not a pacifist. I am a soldier. That is all I am. I am the embodiment all these fighting pacifist hate. A constructed human war machine."
Duo stared at Heero for a moment, his eyes reflecting the light of the stars.
Then, he smiled, "You are so arrogant Heero. You are human just like the rest of us. So don't go thinking you are so high and mighty like you are the perfect soldier or something. The five of us were all supposed to be constructed human war machines, and we all turned out different. You lost a few more marbles than the rest of us, that's all."
"I am a soldier. Without war, I would have no existence..."
"Yeah, yeah, you go on thinking that," Duo swung his braid toward his back, "Tell you what, Heero, when I'm out there, I will fight for you. There is enough people fighting for peace. I need something more original. I will fight for the chance to prove you that you are wrong about yourself."
Heero shrugged slightly. Holstering his gun once more to his uniform, he headed towards the door.
"One more thing, Heero," Duo called out after the Wing pilot, "Don't self-destruct. I have no faith that you are invincible like everyone else. Survive, okay?"
Heero did not turn around as the doors slide open to let him out. And just when Duo thought Heero wasn't gonna respond. Duo caught a slight nod from Heero as the door slid close.
-owari
So Duo quoted Lady Macbeth. He's a pretty smart guy you know!
Well, what do you think? ne ne ne?
Duo: ::smacks Draco:: Stop bugging the people!
Draco whimpers.
(:./draco/face)
