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Note: Konnichiwa, minna-san! This is just to tell you, I’ve changed my pen name to Kisariaonna. Email me at Kisariaonna@aol.com if you have any questions, comments, or flames (and if you’re hell bent on flaming, try to sound fairly intelligent by backing up your arguments). So if you see my previous story under two names, this is why.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, and I don’t claim to. Everything belongs to its copyright owner, which does not happen to be me. Kindly bother someone else.

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Damn that Duo! I thought as I entered my room. We’d entered into a private High School together, and while we slept in separate quarters he’d somehow made a key to mine. My extra pairs of clothing were strewn about everywhere, and my textbooks were missing. The curtains had been put in the shower, and the shower curtain had been put over the windows. He’d borrowed some girl’s lipstick and scribbled all over the mirror with it, and the window was left open, allowing the harsh winter air to come in. The cold I didn’t mind; I’ve been through much worse. What I did mind was that my school files, including the huge essay I’d been working on for English were deleted. I knew that the culprit was Duo because a huge scythe had been painted on my walls. Not only had he made a mess, he’d made sure I’d have to paint over his little piece of art. As I cleaned up the torn-apart room, I made up my mind to get revenge. I refrained from sighing, as much as I wanted to.

He pisses the hell out of me sometimes, but underneath it all I know he has only our best interests in mind, which is why I haven’t killed him yet. All four of us owe much to the annoying American. Throughout the war he always helped us, even after I stole the parts to his Deathscythe, and his constant banter during battles gave us hope. Well, assuring us that the cause was not completely lost yet, for those of us who didn’t, and still don’t, know what hope is. Namely me and Trowa.

Trowa, too, has been help to me, and to all of us. He’s the only one I know who respected me. Duo saw me as a companion, and to Quatre and Wufei I was simply another pilot. Trowa saw me for who I am, my strengths, and my weaknesses. He trusts me, as he once proved by lending me his Gundam. None of the others would have done that. Once he told me himself he admires my strength. But in my mind, Trowa is the strong one. Out of all of us, he’s the only one who didn’t have a moment of insanity, aside from the time he tried to kill himself, and that was only because he was under the impression we weren’t needed anymore. Whatever gods may exist know I’ve certainly had my moments. Hell, I laughed when I blew up some mobile suits, and had a fit when I couldn’t bring myself to kill Relena. Wufei’s lost it several times, as I’ve heard, or found out from various places, and we’re all aware of when Quatre’s mind snapped. I admire Trowa for his reaction during that time. I would have killed the pilot of Sandrock, but he saw another way, which didn’t include killing Quatre: sacrificing himself. None of us has done that in the war.

Quatre never ceases to amaze me. I’m confused as to how he can be so light hearted, even after he blew up a colony. The Arabian has killed just as many, if not more people as any of us, yet his eyes still shine with innocence. Outwardly, I pay no attention to Quatre, but I’ve shone him my true feelings more than once, most prominently when I told him to lead the others. No matter what he thinks, we’d all be ready to follow him into any battle.

What is there to say about Wufei? Like Trowa, he’s an enigma. We don’t know much about him, aside from his personality. Wufei hasn’t done anything particularly helpful to me, so others may find it odd that I still respect, and even feel slight affection for, the pilot. The pilot possesses an unfathomable amount of strength. True, he’s gone off the edge several times, but like the others, he’s always overcome it. He’s always managed to fight without sacrificing himself, or rather, his morals. I never had many to begin with, and those is compromised willingly, Trowa’s morals were all centered around battle, Duo’s were mainly that you don’t kill allies or the colonies and you stay alive, and Quatre’s suffered a huge blow when Wing Zero caused him to go insane. Wufei fights always for what he thinks is just, and what is in accordance to his ethics, and never veers away from that course. This is what I admire in him.

For a while after the final battle, I felt lost. I lived with Relena for a little bit, but it was too classy for me, and I felt too trapped within her circle of politics and fancy lifestyle. This is the reason that Duo, Hilde, and I travel the world, enrolling in the different schools. I like the constant change, and it takes away some of the feelings of worthlessness. It would be a lie to say that I didn’t miss Relena, the only one I’ve ever loved, but I’ll come back to her in a few years. As of right now, I need to find more of myself. I’d say that I’m making good progress; hell, I even smiled a few days ago.

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Warily, I poked my head into the room. Seeing it was empty, I walked inside, resisting a laugh.
Heh heh. Duo and Hilde are gonna be furious.

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