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catscradle Dec. 3rd, 2004 12:34 pm) Chasing Destiny
Stephanie
December 3, 2004
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Setting:AC196, right before the second Eve War.
Warning: Gen-fic
Characters: Wufei, Trowa
Rating: PG – Mild language
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: This is a work of amateur non-profit fiction and are not intended to infringe on the rights of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, Asahi TV, and Bandai Visuals.
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_darlingnicky_ and damoyre for all their advice and patience. And for vasiliki - I’ve owed her a 3+5 for a long time (2 years ago @_@). The “+” isn’t entirely accurate, but it’s got all the characters there, so… *g*
"You should be dead." There was a sharp resonance in Wufei's voice that held an edge of contempt for his former comrade. Trowa ignored him, merely stepping back a few paces to gage the new mecha Dekim had handed over to him. Wufei had also marveled at the new design of the Serpent class mecha when he had been introduced to it. But he was not here to discuss mobile suite designs with Trowa Barton. “I know why you’re here, Barton.” Wufei circled him, his arms crossed with one hand poised on his sword.
“So it would seem you know more than I do,” Trowa said. He picked up a tablet on the workbench and made a few notes. His eyes continued to study the mecha as he wrote, rather than address Wufei. It was always Trowa's game to throw them off by seeming to not give a damn, Wufei was well aware of it by now. “Dekim’s told me very little.”
“What do you expect him to tell you after you tried to assassinate him?” Wufei asked, genuinely interested in the response, though not expecting much of a straight answer from the infamous infiltrator.
“Very little,” Trowa replied, this time meeting Wufei’s eyes. “I should probably be dead.” He moved closer to the mecha to examine a rocket feature built into the foot of the machine. His examination of the Serpent was his main concern right now, and Wufei knew he was incidental to the moment, whether it be part of a game, or Trowa's sincere concern, he could not be sure. “Do you think it’s sound to place a weapon like that here?”
“No.” Wufei shook his head. “No more sound than to hand over a machine like this to an enemy.”
Trowa picked up his tool box and set it near the foot of the mecha. “Do you plan on doing that?”
“Stop playing games, Barton,” Wufei snapped. “And leave that machine as it is, you’ve no right to tamper with the design.”
“I’m not.” Trowa kneeled down and reached into the box to pull out a set of tools. “Playing games, that is.” He clarified. "The design doesn't seem too complicated. I can move the rocket launcher up to the knee rather easily. It might take some time though." He paused for a moment then looked back to Wufei. “I am not your enemy, Wufei.”
“Aren’t you?” Wufei pulled his sword and knelt before Trowa, the end of the blade pointed right beneath his chin, just as it had the day before. “You tried to kill him. Are you trying to tell me that you’ve switched sides?” He scoffed. “An unreliable ally is far more dangerous than an enemy.”
“I’m telling you that I am not your enemy.” He stared into Wufei’s eyes, unaffected by the sword. “You had your chance to kill me. Now I fight under Mariemaia’s emblem.” With out thought of consequence or fear, Trowa moved and Wufei felt the blade scrape against Trowa's neck. “Like you.”
Wufei pulled his sword back and regarded Trowa. As always, there was no way to read him. Trowa continued to work on the mecha, one turn of the screw at a time. You could study him for hours and all he would reveal was each action he took in the moment. There was never anger or frustration if he failed. There was no happiness or relief if a stubborn obstacle had been removed. A victory meant only another breath and he moved on to the next moment as though the former did not exist.
“Are you still a soldier?” Wufei asked him, breaking his own silence.
Trowa pulled the rocket launcher from the foot and set it down with a thud. He sat down on the ground next to it and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Right now, I’m a mechanic.”
“Hm.” Wufei put the sword in its sheath. “And when the alarm sounds?”
“I’ll be a pilot.” Trowa wiped the excess grease from his hands.
“I see.” Wufei crossed his arms. “And when the battle is engaged? Is that when you become a soldier?”
Trowa nodded.
“Is that what gets you through this?” Wufei asked. “Does it even matter to you which side you are on?”
Trowa narrowed his eyes on Wufei. “Should it?”
“When I first met you, I might have believed this indifference of you. I don’t think it would have mattered to you one way or the other then.” Wufei paused for a moment. He sighed and stared up at the mecha. “Now… ” He shook his head. “Dekim only tolerates you because you are not only a skilled soldier, but a skilled Gundam pilot. You’re useful to him. Despite your history with the Bartons in the past, he’s willing to keep you around. I find this to be foolish arrogance on his part. He believes too much in his own greatness and powers to persuade.”
Trowa stood and walked over to the workbench. “I swore to protect the colonies. Specifically my colony. If L3X18999 wishes to secede and declare war, then my loyalty lies with those wishes. That is the way it has always been for me.”
“There is no loyalty to Dekim?” Wufei walked over to the workbench and watched intently as Trowa meticulously arranged the tools. “You strictly act on behalf of the colony, not Dekim?”
“I told you. I work under the banner of Mariemaia.” He turned to face Wufei. “As do you.”
Wufei stepped back. Trowa didn’t need to say it. Wufei did not follow Dekim’s leadership, but rather what he represented to all those soldiers that had been disregarded and left to flounder with no path; with no acceptance in this newly created world of peace. But the price of peace was at the expense of those who fought for it. Dekim represented those that would not be used as currency to buy what cowards could not afford.
“They’re coming you know.” Trowa said.
“Yes,” Wufei said quietly. There was no need to mention names, they both knew. “I’ve been anticipating that.”
“They won’t have the Gundams. You know that Quatre and Duo took ours to be destroyed; only yours remains.” Trowa moved over to the computer console on the bench to show the coordinates of the asteroid that contained the Gundams. The target trajectory was the sun.
Wufei nodded. “And the Preventers haven’t had enough time to amass enough of the old mechas for a strike.”
“Not that it matters now with these Serpents.” Trowa gestured to his mecha.
“But don’t you think it would be wise for Dekim to wait till the Gundams have been destroyed before making his move?” Wufei asked.
“Perhaps.” Trowa shrugged. “But these are his orders. I intend to follow them. Don’t you, Wufei?” Trowa tilted his head and looked directly into his eyes.
“You’re the epitome of obedience, Barton,” Wufei sneered. How much of what Trowa said was truth and how much was game? He wondered if Trowa could even tell the difference.
“Dekim believes the symbol of a Christmas Eve attack would have more of an impact.” Trowa moved back to his project and made a couple of adjustments to the launchers. “I’ve worked with the Bartons before, I think this time we should trust Dekim’s instincts.”
Damn him! Wufei should have killed him on the podium before Dekim could stop him. Trowa was just biding his time now under Dekim’s own protection. Dekim’s refusal to wait on the destruction of the Gundams was foolish thing to do; no element of surprise had the same advantage as a world without Gundams. It was Dekim’s arrogance again. They could wait till New Years Eve with the same effect. Trowa knew this was foolishness, and worst of all he must have known Wufei was on to him. Trowa didn’t care and Wufei wasn’t sure if he should be infuriated or impressed. Mostly he was irritated.
“Of course,” Wufei said sharply. “Go about your business. There won’t be much time to finish your adjustments before the battle begins.” He turned on his heels and walked out of the hanger and down the corridor. It would be so easy to kill him. Trowa wouldn’t put up much a fight against it. He could make up any excuse to Dekim and be believed. But…
But
No Gundam pilot, no matter his allegiance or lack of allegiance, should be killed in cold blood. They went down in battle. He’d take him down later if necessary.
He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, but they always went back to the same thing. Dekim was an idiot for not waiting that was true. But how fair could it be to take the entire United Earth Sphere when it had no means for defense? What use was it to be a soldier with no one to fight? If all they were to be were security guards of a tyranny, there was no point. Not waiting for the Gundams to succumb to their fiery fate in the sun left an element of… chance. He felt a stirring in his heart he had been trying to ignore to no avail. A soldier’s fate is to fight. He would fight Heero Yuy, the ultimate soldier. He needed to fight Heero. And he knew in his heart, he could not rest until he did.
Perhaps they would both find their destiny together.
It did not matter now what side Trowa Barton was really fighting for. If it was not for Dekim, then perhaps he was part of a plan to save the Gundams. To bring Heero Yuy to him. To meet his destiny as a warrior. To find his place in the stars next to Treize.
Stephanie
December 3, 2004
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Setting:AC196, right before the second Eve War.
Warning: Gen-fic
Characters: Wufei, Trowa
Rating: PG – Mild language
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: This is a work of amateur non-profit fiction and are not intended to infringe on the rights of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, Asahi TV, and Bandai Visuals.
Dedications: To
_darlingnicky_ and damoyre for all their advice and patience. And for vasiliki - I’ve owed her a 3+5 for a long time (2 years ago @_@). The “+” isn’t entirely accurate, but it’s got all the characters there, so… *g*"You should be dead." There was a sharp resonance in Wufei's voice that held an edge of contempt for his former comrade. Trowa ignored him, merely stepping back a few paces to gage the new mecha Dekim had handed over to him. Wufei had also marveled at the new design of the Serpent class mecha when he had been introduced to it. But he was not here to discuss mobile suite designs with Trowa Barton. “I know why you’re here, Barton.” Wufei circled him, his arms crossed with one hand poised on his sword.
“So it would seem you know more than I do,” Trowa said. He picked up a tablet on the workbench and made a few notes. His eyes continued to study the mecha as he wrote, rather than address Wufei. It was always Trowa's game to throw them off by seeming to not give a damn, Wufei was well aware of it by now. “Dekim’s told me very little.”
“What do you expect him to tell you after you tried to assassinate him?” Wufei asked, genuinely interested in the response, though not expecting much of a straight answer from the infamous infiltrator.
“Very little,” Trowa replied, this time meeting Wufei’s eyes. “I should probably be dead.” He moved closer to the mecha to examine a rocket feature built into the foot of the machine. His examination of the Serpent was his main concern right now, and Wufei knew he was incidental to the moment, whether it be part of a game, or Trowa's sincere concern, he could not be sure. “Do you think it’s sound to place a weapon like that here?”
“No.” Wufei shook his head. “No more sound than to hand over a machine like this to an enemy.”
Trowa picked up his tool box and set it near the foot of the mecha. “Do you plan on doing that?”
“Stop playing games, Barton,” Wufei snapped. “And leave that machine as it is, you’ve no right to tamper with the design.”
“I’m not.” Trowa kneeled down and reached into the box to pull out a set of tools. “Playing games, that is.” He clarified. "The design doesn't seem too complicated. I can move the rocket launcher up to the knee rather easily. It might take some time though." He paused for a moment then looked back to Wufei. “I am not your enemy, Wufei.”
“Aren’t you?” Wufei pulled his sword and knelt before Trowa, the end of the blade pointed right beneath his chin, just as it had the day before. “You tried to kill him. Are you trying to tell me that you’ve switched sides?” He scoffed. “An unreliable ally is far more dangerous than an enemy.”
“I’m telling you that I am not your enemy.” He stared into Wufei’s eyes, unaffected by the sword. “You had your chance to kill me. Now I fight under Mariemaia’s emblem.” With out thought of consequence or fear, Trowa moved and Wufei felt the blade scrape against Trowa's neck. “Like you.”
Wufei pulled his sword back and regarded Trowa. As always, there was no way to read him. Trowa continued to work on the mecha, one turn of the screw at a time. You could study him for hours and all he would reveal was each action he took in the moment. There was never anger or frustration if he failed. There was no happiness or relief if a stubborn obstacle had been removed. A victory meant only another breath and he moved on to the next moment as though the former did not exist.
“Are you still a soldier?” Wufei asked him, breaking his own silence.
Trowa pulled the rocket launcher from the foot and set it down with a thud. He sat down on the ground next to it and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Right now, I’m a mechanic.”
“Hm.” Wufei put the sword in its sheath. “And when the alarm sounds?”
“I’ll be a pilot.” Trowa wiped the excess grease from his hands.
“I see.” Wufei crossed his arms. “And when the battle is engaged? Is that when you become a soldier?”
Trowa nodded.
“Is that what gets you through this?” Wufei asked. “Does it even matter to you which side you are on?”
Trowa narrowed his eyes on Wufei. “Should it?”
“When I first met you, I might have believed this indifference of you. I don’t think it would have mattered to you one way or the other then.” Wufei paused for a moment. He sighed and stared up at the mecha. “Now… ” He shook his head. “Dekim only tolerates you because you are not only a skilled soldier, but a skilled Gundam pilot. You’re useful to him. Despite your history with the Bartons in the past, he’s willing to keep you around. I find this to be foolish arrogance on his part. He believes too much in his own greatness and powers to persuade.”
Trowa stood and walked over to the workbench. “I swore to protect the colonies. Specifically my colony. If L3X18999 wishes to secede and declare war, then my loyalty lies with those wishes. That is the way it has always been for me.”
“There is no loyalty to Dekim?” Wufei walked over to the workbench and watched intently as Trowa meticulously arranged the tools. “You strictly act on behalf of the colony, not Dekim?”
“I told you. I work under the banner of Mariemaia.” He turned to face Wufei. “As do you.”
Wufei stepped back. Trowa didn’t need to say it. Wufei did not follow Dekim’s leadership, but rather what he represented to all those soldiers that had been disregarded and left to flounder with no path; with no acceptance in this newly created world of peace. But the price of peace was at the expense of those who fought for it. Dekim represented those that would not be used as currency to buy what cowards could not afford.
“They’re coming you know.” Trowa said.
“Yes,” Wufei said quietly. There was no need to mention names, they both knew. “I’ve been anticipating that.”
“They won’t have the Gundams. You know that Quatre and Duo took ours to be destroyed; only yours remains.” Trowa moved over to the computer console on the bench to show the coordinates of the asteroid that contained the Gundams. The target trajectory was the sun.
Wufei nodded. “And the Preventers haven’t had enough time to amass enough of the old mechas for a strike.”
“Not that it matters now with these Serpents.” Trowa gestured to his mecha.
“But don’t you think it would be wise for Dekim to wait till the Gundams have been destroyed before making his move?” Wufei asked.
“Perhaps.” Trowa shrugged. “But these are his orders. I intend to follow them. Don’t you, Wufei?” Trowa tilted his head and looked directly into his eyes.
“You’re the epitome of obedience, Barton,” Wufei sneered. How much of what Trowa said was truth and how much was game? He wondered if Trowa could even tell the difference.
“Dekim believes the symbol of a Christmas Eve attack would have more of an impact.” Trowa moved back to his project and made a couple of adjustments to the launchers. “I’ve worked with the Bartons before, I think this time we should trust Dekim’s instincts.”
Damn him! Wufei should have killed him on the podium before Dekim could stop him. Trowa was just biding his time now under Dekim’s own protection. Dekim’s refusal to wait on the destruction of the Gundams was foolish thing to do; no element of surprise had the same advantage as a world without Gundams. It was Dekim’s arrogance again. They could wait till New Years Eve with the same effect. Trowa knew this was foolishness, and worst of all he must have known Wufei was on to him. Trowa didn’t care and Wufei wasn’t sure if he should be infuriated or impressed. Mostly he was irritated.
“Of course,” Wufei said sharply. “Go about your business. There won’t be much time to finish your adjustments before the battle begins.” He turned on his heels and walked out of the hanger and down the corridor. It would be so easy to kill him. Trowa wouldn’t put up much a fight against it. He could make up any excuse to Dekim and be believed. But…
But
No Gundam pilot, no matter his allegiance or lack of allegiance, should be killed in cold blood. They went down in battle. He’d take him down later if necessary.
He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, but they always went back to the same thing. Dekim was an idiot for not waiting that was true. But how fair could it be to take the entire United Earth Sphere when it had no means for defense? What use was it to be a soldier with no one to fight? If all they were to be were security guards of a tyranny, there was no point. Not waiting for the Gundams to succumb to their fiery fate in the sun left an element of… chance. He felt a stirring in his heart he had been trying to ignore to no avail. A soldier’s fate is to fight. He would fight Heero Yuy, the ultimate soldier. He needed to fight Heero. And he knew in his heart, he could not rest until he did.
Perhaps they would both find their destiny together.
It did not matter now what side Trowa Barton was really fighting for. If it was not for Dekim, then perhaps he was part of a plan to save the Gundams. To bring Heero Yuy to him. To meet his destiny as a warrior. To find his place in the stars next to Treize.
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Thanks for the feedback!
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Exactly. :)
He felt a stirring in his heart he had been trying to ignore to no avail. A soldier’s fate is to fight. He would fight Heero Yuy, the ultimate soldier. He needed to fight Heero. And he knew in his heart, he could not rest until he did.
Perhaps they would both find their destiny together.
*purrrrrrs*
Nice fic. I like the Trowa characterization very much, and Wufei is well written.
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You made my day :)
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Like Wufei, I've wondered so many times what is going on in Trowa's head when he infiltrates. And I always love to get an insight into Wufei's head, hopeless Wufei-fangirl I am.
*loves* thank you for brightening my day. ^__^
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And it means a lot to hear I was able to keep both of the characters in-character. I'm always nervous with ones like Wufei who tend to elude me quite a bit *g*
Thanks!
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*happy huggles* ^_^V
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Glad you liked! Must figure out how to get 1+3+5 out of that old Light as Feather fic, that had a little Jealous!Wufei innuendo...