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the_goldenpathMy Samurai
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Heero Yuy & Relena Peacecraft, Duo Maxwell
Rating: G
Category: angst, unrequited love
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Efficiency.
Determination.
Perseverance.
Those are just a few words that come to my mind when describing Heero Yuy.
Efficiency- it’s the ultimate description for him, as efficiency is his way to deal with everything that comes on his path. He took the parts of my Gundam Deathscythe to fix his Wing Gundam and fulfill his mission, following orders to every extent. He set his own broken bones, repaired his own Gundam, and executed his missions without much help from others- efficiency at its finest. Nowadays, Heero still is the pinnacle of efficiency; when he chooses his friends, picks out his clothes to wear for the day, decides what he wants to eat. To the point, no spillage, clean and efficient.
Determination- it’s the ultimate character trait in him, as determination is what he personifies. He flew in front of the Libra to destroy it before it could fall onto Earth, bend on saving it from destruction. Where others were hesitating, he took the decision; not to outshine any one of us, but because he saw it as his task. Heero Yuy had a mission, and hell would freeze over before he would fail in accomplishing his mission. He took it upon himself to do the most impossible things. Protecting Relena, the Earth, the Colonies, everyone but himself. It took him some time to realize one man can’t do everything alone… but he learned the lesson, and applied it to his life with the same determination he’d shown before.
Perseverance- it’s the ultimate virtue of him, as perseverance is the key to his personality. Whatever happens, Heero perseveres. He’s not the one to give up so easy; he’s not someone who wallows in self-pity when he doesn’t succeed the first time. It’s funny actually how tenacious he can be- he manages to fully concentrate on one thing, and… forget about the other. Still, he’ll continue to do everything it takes to reach his goal, using his efficiency and determination to attain it. Nothing escapes him, or he’ll make sure it doesn’t escape him. He isn’t a quitter.
Disrupted from my thoughts, I look up when he enters the living room, returning from the kitchen with a tray. He halts in front of me and offers me a steaming mug.
“Chocolate coffee with whipped cream and sprinkles,” he says and holds the tray under my nose, smiling, genuinely pleased.
“Great! Thank you, Heero.” I pick up the mug from the tray, reveling in the scent. Hmmm, real coffee- so much different than in our war days, when we had nothing but surrogate beans. The awful taste haunts me to this day, and nothing works better to forget it but real coffee... with a flavor.
I take a sip. The chocolaty taste is perfect, just as Heero is himself. I doubt if I can tell him, ever. Relena sits next to him, hands stroking over her belly, absentmindedly. Five, six months maybe? Her eyes shine with that mysterious glow, a sparkle all pregnant women seem to shine with – not that I’ve encountered many -, the promise of life, the ultimate bond with her husband, the joy of a child.
He doesn’t know. I lied when I said that nothing escapes him. He doesn’t know anything about my feelings for him, but he knows how I take my coffee and makes sure I get it how I like it. He knows what I like to wear, he knows how to braid my hair, and he knows my taste in music, movies, books and art. He doesn’t know anything about my feelings. He can name every activity I did last week when I already forgot about half of them, but he doesn’t see… he doesn’t know.
I believe in sanctuary. I just can’t find it. Not here. Not in this living room of a fancy apartment on the 4th floor in this particular suburb. I smile and nod while I take another sip of my coffee, listening to them talk about the baby, about the decoration of the baby room, about how things go at work. Happy things. Happy, fun, family things. I sit opposite of them, partaking in the conversation as if… as if what? Nothing ever happened? As if I won’t be upset for the rest of the evening, stomping my pillow at night, cursing myself that I fell in love with someone who didn’t… doesn’t… return the feelings?
My Samurai and his Empress. Together on the couch, wedding rings plain in sight, white gold bands with an embedded diamond. The way they look at each other tells me more than mere words ever could; and I’m not the kind of person to even consider wrecking a perfect marriage. For all his efficiency, determination and perseverance, Heero failed to see what was right in front of him, waiting for and opening up to him. Did I do something wrong? Was I… something that didn’t answer to his high demands, or was only Relena his goal, and he was to blind to see? I don’t know… and frankly, it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s a noble man. A fighter.
Samurai. That’s how I’ve come to think of him.
My Samurai. If only wishes would come true, and dreams wouldn’t lie to me.
I like the taste of coffee with chocolate sprinkles.
Bittersweet.
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"You do your thing"
My Samurai said going to the sanctuary
I knew about my love too
My Samurai done making a liar of me when
To be happy
To be you
He says
My Samurai take me down to the sanctuary
And I'm free
Gonna be
You know me
You know me
I said I'm gonna be
Gonna be
You know me
My Samurai taking my face
And she's sticking it on a daisy
And you
"I think I gotta cut that one too
I get the Samurai book out and just read words"
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Heero Yuy & Relena Peacecraft, Duo Maxwell
Rating: G
Category: angst, unrequited love
-------------
Efficiency.
Determination.
Perseverance.
Those are just a few words that come to my mind when describing Heero Yuy.
Efficiency- it’s the ultimate description for him, as efficiency is his way to deal with everything that comes on his path. He took the parts of my Gundam Deathscythe to fix his Wing Gundam and fulfill his mission, following orders to every extent. He set his own broken bones, repaired his own Gundam, and executed his missions without much help from others- efficiency at its finest. Nowadays, Heero still is the pinnacle of efficiency; when he chooses his friends, picks out his clothes to wear for the day, decides what he wants to eat. To the point, no spillage, clean and efficient.
Determination- it’s the ultimate character trait in him, as determination is what he personifies. He flew in front of the Libra to destroy it before it could fall onto Earth, bend on saving it from destruction. Where others were hesitating, he took the decision; not to outshine any one of us, but because he saw it as his task. Heero Yuy had a mission, and hell would freeze over before he would fail in accomplishing his mission. He took it upon himself to do the most impossible things. Protecting Relena, the Earth, the Colonies, everyone but himself. It took him some time to realize one man can’t do everything alone… but he learned the lesson, and applied it to his life with the same determination he’d shown before.
Perseverance- it’s the ultimate virtue of him, as perseverance is the key to his personality. Whatever happens, Heero perseveres. He’s not the one to give up so easy; he’s not someone who wallows in self-pity when he doesn’t succeed the first time. It’s funny actually how tenacious he can be- he manages to fully concentrate on one thing, and… forget about the other. Still, he’ll continue to do everything it takes to reach his goal, using his efficiency and determination to attain it. Nothing escapes him, or he’ll make sure it doesn’t escape him. He isn’t a quitter.
Disrupted from my thoughts, I look up when he enters the living room, returning from the kitchen with a tray. He halts in front of me and offers me a steaming mug.
“Chocolate coffee with whipped cream and sprinkles,” he says and holds the tray under my nose, smiling, genuinely pleased.
“Great! Thank you, Heero.” I pick up the mug from the tray, reveling in the scent. Hmmm, real coffee- so much different than in our war days, when we had nothing but surrogate beans. The awful taste haunts me to this day, and nothing works better to forget it but real coffee... with a flavor.
I take a sip. The chocolaty taste is perfect, just as Heero is himself. I doubt if I can tell him, ever. Relena sits next to him, hands stroking over her belly, absentmindedly. Five, six months maybe? Her eyes shine with that mysterious glow, a sparkle all pregnant women seem to shine with – not that I’ve encountered many -, the promise of life, the ultimate bond with her husband, the joy of a child.
He doesn’t know. I lied when I said that nothing escapes him. He doesn’t know anything about my feelings for him, but he knows how I take my coffee and makes sure I get it how I like it. He knows what I like to wear, he knows how to braid my hair, and he knows my taste in music, movies, books and art. He doesn’t know anything about my feelings. He can name every activity I did last week when I already forgot about half of them, but he doesn’t see… he doesn’t know.
I believe in sanctuary. I just can’t find it. Not here. Not in this living room of a fancy apartment on the 4th floor in this particular suburb. I smile and nod while I take another sip of my coffee, listening to them talk about the baby, about the decoration of the baby room, about how things go at work. Happy things. Happy, fun, family things. I sit opposite of them, partaking in the conversation as if… as if what? Nothing ever happened? As if I won’t be upset for the rest of the evening, stomping my pillow at night, cursing myself that I fell in love with someone who didn’t… doesn’t… return the feelings?
My Samurai and his Empress. Together on the couch, wedding rings plain in sight, white gold bands with an embedded diamond. The way they look at each other tells me more than mere words ever could; and I’m not the kind of person to even consider wrecking a perfect marriage. For all his efficiency, determination and perseverance, Heero failed to see what was right in front of him, waiting for and opening up to him. Did I do something wrong? Was I… something that didn’t answer to his high demands, or was only Relena his goal, and he was to blind to see? I don’t know… and frankly, it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s a noble man. A fighter.
Samurai. That’s how I’ve come to think of him.
My Samurai. If only wishes would come true, and dreams wouldn’t lie to me.
I like the taste of coffee with chocolate sprinkles.
Bittersweet.
-----------
"You do your thing"
My Samurai said going to the sanctuary
I knew about my love too
My Samurai done making a liar of me when
To be happy
To be you
He says
My Samurai take me down to the sanctuary
And I'm free
Gonna be
You know me
You know me
I said I'm gonna be
Gonna be
You know me
My Samurai taking my face
And she's sticking it on a daisy
And you
"I think I gotta cut that one too
I get the Samurai book out and just read words"
