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Honorable Soldiers
H. L. Mencken: The difference between a moral man and a
man of honor is that the latter regrets a discreditable act, even when it has
worked and he has not been caught.
Lois McMaster Bujold: Reputation is what other people
know about you. Honor is what you know
about yourself.
Chang Wufei
had learned a few very important lessons during the Dekim Barton uprising and
right after it. He learned that people,
especially civilians, never learn and as a whole they are slow to change and accept
change. He learned that fighting a war
for personal ideals or desires was wrong because it was nothing more than a
slaughter, a way of seeking vengeance for wrongs you perceived.
He looked over at Trowa Barton, his
comrade in arms, sensing somehow that the other teen wanted to say something to
him but that he needed to be patient until he spoke. Wufei understood the silence now, without
feeling like he had to atone for his actions.
“We
shouldn’t be heroes,” The banged teen said to him.
“But we are,”
Wufei silently closed his eyes and pushed away the memories of his dead wife
and her hopes. “They call us heroes and
whether we like it or not we have a role to live up to. We have a mission to prove and live for.”
Trowa
glanced over at Wufei. He wondered if
the Chinese youth felt any remorse at having joined Marimeia and Dekim
Barton. Even though they had fought a
war together Trowa still could not ask such a question. The only person who would even dare was
missing, along with Heero Yuy. Trowa
wondered if Wufei was thinking about that brief betrayal just then.
“They’re so
fickle,” Wufei huffed. “We were
terrorists during the war. Now we are
saviors. But didn’t we kill innocents? Somehow all the ceremonies and pomp make it
worse to live with. I think that’s part
of what pushed me more firmly towards my ideals in the end.”
“The people
don’t understand us Wufei,” Trowa briefly met Wufei’s eyes before lowering his
to the floor once again. “They never
will. They don’t know what it means when
you miscalculate and put too much explosives down and watch innocents die. For them it was remote, even if they lost
someone, because we have the blood of thousands. We made the choices that led to deaths.”
“I was
wrong to join Marimeia,” Wufei shook his head.
“I could not see that it was nothing but a slaughter for a man who
claimed to be furthering Treize’s goals.”
“We all
have innocent blood on our hands,” Quatre stepped in through the door, joining
his two friends. “We can’t change that,
can’t take back what we did. All we can
do now is to remind the people of what we did and why we did it.”
Wufei
nodded in agreement. True peace was hard
to obtain, an ideal that most people could dream about but it too was
remote. They had not fought for nothing,
they had fought to try and make that dream a reality. They would continue to work toward making
that dream a reality.
“Are you
twing ing to see Lady Une today?” Quatre asked after a brief pause. “Tomorrow she leaves to get relocated to an
undisclosed base for security reasons while they finish up a few things around
Preventer Headquarters.”
“Yes Lady,”
Zechs said with a brief smirk.
“Would the
two of you care to talk with me individually?” Une asked the two Pilots out of
courtesy. “Or shall we conduct business
all together?”
Trowa and
Wufei shared a fleeting look. Wufei gave
a tiny smile to his comrade and Une had a feeling that if it were just the two
of them alone he might even give a tiny laugh.
They were so different now that the conflicts were over, now that they
had had time to relax.
“Why not
together?” Trowa asked taking a seat next to Wufei.
“So it
doesn’t bother you to discuss your futures in front of each other and Zechs?”
She asked gesturing to the tall ex-White Fang commander with a slight smile and
twinkling brown eyes.
Trowa
merely stared at her for a few moments.
She sighed and motioned for Zechs to take a seat on the small
couch. Obviously things were very
different if the two Gundam Pilots were comfortable talking in front of two
former enemies.
“So what
are the two of you here for?” Une asked being straight forward with them.
“We came to
first inform you that Duo Maxwell, along with Heero Yuy, has also gone
missing,” Wufei spoke in moderate tones.
“We weren’t absolutely sure until yesterday.”
“We thought
that he had just gone off because he was upset,” Trowa elaborated once Wufei
stopped speaking. “He does that from
time to time. Even during the war. But it’s been more than three days with no
word to anyone. We think he’s gone for
good.”
“Why didn’t
you report this right away?” Une demanded sourly, sore that she only knew where
two out of five Pilots were.
“They’re
Gundam Pilots Lady,” Zechs jumped in on their defense. “They aren’t under anyone’s official jurisdiction
and can do as they please. If Yuy wanted
to disappear and if he hadn’t been able to break out of the hospital on his own
he would have gotten help from Maxwell.
As for Maxwell, we both know that he would be able to get away no matter
what measures we took to keep track of him.
If we were unsuccessful in OZ
what makes you think it would be any different now?”
Une looked
at her most trusted friend with some surprise.
Silently she agreed but she still had to voice her displeasure. It was her responsibility to ensure that the
peace stayed firm and with two of the Gundam Pilots missing it made her job
that much harder. There was not so much
of a visible symbol to dangle in front of the media and two missing Gundam
Pilots was bound to stir up the gossip.
“I wish to
join the Preventers full-time Lady,” Wufei said breaking the silence. “Preferably in special operations if it is
possible and you feel that I am qualified enough for the job.”
“I’m going
back to the circus Commander,” Trowa informed her with a slight bow of his head. “My sister needs me, but you can put me on
stand-by for any missions that require a Gundam Pilot’s specialty. I’d be happy to assist you when you need me
and Wufei knows how to reach me.”
“Can you
take annual tests to prove your skills haven’t slipped?” She asked the former Heavyarms
Pilot.
He
nodded.
It was all
settled then. Une looked at Zechs and
then over to Wufei. She smiled to
herself and Trowa nearly smiled himself when he realized what she had planned.
“You’re
about to get yourself a new partner Wufei,” He told his friend with no trace of
mockery.
“Zechs and
Wufei,” Une smiled at Trowa.
“Congratulations, you’re now partners and both of you will share equal
duties as team captains. I’ll leave you
two to talk things out for a moment while I get another cup of coffee.”
The three
of them watched as Lady Une, one of the most feared members of OZ, strolled out
of her office for a mere cup of coffee.
Zechs looked at Trowa and then turned to Wufei, his new partner.
“I have a
request partner,” Zechs ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. “I’m having a problem with Lt. Noin. She’s trying to convince me to let her move
into my apartment and be my roommate.
Things are already bad enough. I
was wondering-” He trailed off.
“There are
two bedrooms?” Wufei asked.
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