I once dreamed of a meaningless war. It was full of death, but also full of life. I was there and I participated in it. I was one of those who fought. I didn't like it, but it was my job. In my hands, I could stare with wonder at the controls of my weapon, the Gundam "Shinigami". In that war, I was called Death.

I once dreamed of a perfect soldier.

So perfect, that he felt nothing at every kill. He was a soldier every nation visualizes. He was carefully created by planning hands, his growth observed by watching eyes, his movements charted by expert creators.

He was perfect. In my eyes, I saw him perfect.

In my dreams, I would try to reach for him, but never succeeded. Sometimes, he would come nearer, as if curious of the flames I burned for him. Sometimes, he would shiver and draw farther. He was too aloof, too cold.

I wanted to warm him. But he always managed to push me away...until one night.

I once dreamed of a night laden with fulfillment. I once dreamed of having a lover in my arms, having a friend by my side. One I can touch as he can touch me.

I once dreamed of us, of myself holding him as he held me. My hand was on his chest, and I could feel his loud pulse beating against my palm. Once ... twice ... thrice ... saying my name. Crying it louder and louder...combining with the rapid pulse of my heart.

I once dreamed of a perfect soldier, slowly wavering at my touch, showing me his hurt. Warily ... cautiously ... he showed me is imperfection, his pain. But in my eyes, he was the same, although changing. He was still perfect. Perfect still, because I loved him.

I once dreamed of a perfect soldier learning to love me.

I watched on, as the dream turned from a fantasy to a nightmare. Because even as we loved, there was still war. And in war, there is hate. In that nightmare, he died.

I once dreamed of a war with no end.

I once dreamed of a love stolen by death.

I once dreamed of a perfect soldier -- my perfect soldier -- leaving me in a world full of anger and hate. For what? For a peace that will never come?

I once had a dream ... a nightmare.

I could never wake up.