Part 11
//The future. The hope for a bright future lies within the hearts of all men. A new
beginning, a dream on the verge of taking a hold of you.
The
present. Moment by moment, each
second developing, unfolding. Ever
changing.
The
past. Fixated, forever caught in
the web of time. Etched for all
eternity.//
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After spending over half the day wondering from one end of the academy to
the other, the sight of our shared room brings me great relief.
The campus is surprisingly large for a military school, yet oddly
comforting and home-like. The smell
of fuel overpowers the senses and it’s not unusual to feel a tremor through
the earth as a mobile suit makes it’s decent.
For some reason the mobile suits don’t affect me as much as they
should. They were the beasts that
destroyed my home, yet I feel a sense of inner tranquility when in the presence
of the monstrous beasts.
The
room is highly decorated with posters of scantly clad women causing my eyes to
switch to viewing the floor and a blush to rise to my cheeks.
“What’s
wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Trying
to avoid answering the question?” Jeremy waits for any reaction from his
roommate. “Ahh well, guess
I’ll just have to do the talking for both of us then.” He says falling into
his desk chair and propping his feet up. “Yup,
it was getting boring around here since it is holiday and all.
Not many people stay around here during break, unless they’ve fallen
behind in classes and need minimum distractions to catch up.”
“Is
that why you’re here?”
“Hell
no, I’m a genius. But when you
got no home, there’s not really a place you can go to.”
“You
have no family either?”
“Just
my brother, my parents died two years ago.
Left us everything, but we can’t touch it till we get out of school.
My dad was a rich son of a bitch who was always working.
We won’t even go into my alcoholic mother who slept with anything that
was moving.”
“What
about your family?”
“I
have no family.” Zechs states solemnly never taking his eyes off the floor.
“Well,
it’s not all it’s cracked up to be anyways.
Living in a house with constant fighting.
Watching some random guy sneak out the back door as you come down for
breakfast in the morning. If you
don’t have a family, at least you can imagine some caring people who for some
reason or another lost you in some way. Tragic
if you think about it… the son who was stolen away during the dead of night
only to fall prey to the onslaught of human reality.
Such a tragedy really. Do
you imagine what they would have been like if you did have a family?”
“No.”
“Not
even once?”
"Never.”
“Damn. I would have considered myself lucky to be able to not have
known my parents. Then I could have
made them these really kick ass people in my imagination. But at least I get a sweet amount of money out of the deal.
“Anyways,
enough of this boring stuff…let’s go see the mobile suit hangers.
I’m sure my brother will be there right now. Maybe he’ll even let you sit in the cockpit!”
“Are
you sure about me meeting him?”
“Of
course! He’s super awesome!
I’m sure you’ll like him, he’s smart, dashing, and of course…all
the ladies think he’s a hunk. Plus
he was the one who got the cool name. Man,
if I was named Trieze I’d probably have all the chicks hanging on me also. Lucky guy.”