Author: Almasy
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 8+6+8, can be seen as 8x6 if you're that way inclined.
Rating: G
Warnings: Possible shounen-ai, mild angst, spoilers for episode 8.
Notes: Otto love! I love the guy. He's quite ironic in this, somehow. Almost like Duo's bitter humour but nowhere near as dark.
Orchestrated
by almasy
It's like a musical show, this last scene.
On the drums, we have the one, the only, the magnificent Tallgeese; setting a fast rhythm of air passage and engine fire to keep me entertained on my journey. On vocals, the honourable rising star Zechs Merquise, adding a harsh, choppy tone to the already tense percussion. Overall, I like the repetition of my name; it adds that edge of techno. He really is a talented man, my Lieutenant. My own breathing adds bass to the mixture, coupled with the rapid rush of my own heartbeat as I soar beneath the skies, all eyes directed towards my target. The odd sound of the engine tightening with the pressure of speed; the choked, lengthy whine makes me think of a leading guitar. I'm lost in the orchestra around me.
I don't think Lieutenant Zechs would appreciate my flippancy if he could hear it.
I'd rather see him disgruntled at my humour than wounded by my pain, however, and that's the rub. I never want for him to regret this day or to hold it stagnant in his memory like some sort of tomb for his grief. My feelings over the past years of his command are irrelevant and will remain so; they are no concern of his and now, never will be. I'd rather he thought of me as a bitterly ironic, loyal soldier than as an angst-ridden and pathetic admirer. This will be enough of a victory for me to feel that he should feel equally hopeful for the future. Otherwise, there's going to be no point in what I'm about to do.
Nonetheless, I definitely don't think he's approving of the idea so far. With a prolonged sigh, I flick the radio switch and his voice, sharp and concerned, fades into nothingness. This had better work; I can see a P45 coming my way if somehow, I live to face Zechs again. The Sanq Kingdom lights itself up before me with glittering seas against a glorious splash of pure white, and I feel a smile spread over my face. No, I won't live to receive such a reprimand. This is the right thing to do. I know it and soon, so will he. I will do it for OZ, I will do it for the future and I will do it for his heritage, his homeland. The blood I am about to spill will be for all these causes and probably more besides, but more than that; I will do it for him.
He just doesn't need to know that.
I bring Tallgeese into range with a small thrill inside at the high-speed swooping arcs that I leave behind me. The noise inside the cockpit is all but a solid, rumbling purr of satisfaction; a solid rhythm of relaxing contentment. I feel calmer than I have any right to be as far below me sounds the staccato accompaniment of the guns.
-End-