Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Mental Fitness ❯ Mental Fitness ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Delirious 
Wufei answering some questions... not very long ^_^
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.23.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 643 | Status: Completed
Wufei answering some questions... not very long ^_^
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.23.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 643 | Status: Completed
Mental Fitness
When I was very young, I never thought about flying. Something about it always terrified me. It is common, of course, for someone who was raised in a colony, to be afraid of space. Maybe even for those who grow up on Earth—something about that great, big unknown. I abandoned this fear when I took up piloting Nataku.
Well, I suppose no one ever fully abandons a fear, but I was ready to die. We all were.
Odd? Why? It was how we were trained. The mission was always first. We knew the risks.
It does not bother me at all. I was raised in a clan where warriors are respected and honored.
No. If I meant soldier, I would have said soldier. Not all soldiers have a warrior’s spirit.
Yes. I believe I do. All five of us—we would not have survived otherwise.
I am unsure of what you expect to hear. I have nothing more to say on the subject, unless you want me to explain to you how it is that we survived. Some war stories, I suppose?
No. None in particular I would like to share.
About the other pilots? I was under the impression that you would be speaking to each one of us?
I simply do not see the need to speak about people you will be speaking to.
That question is rather vague. There are many bits about myself, but not many worth telling. I have already told you about myself, in any case.
What else is there to say?
Kushrenada? He is someone who should have lived to see his so called peace.
My only regret concerning him, is that I did not have the opportunity for a real duel.
There is no honor in victory being handed out. Our duel deserved a better end.
Perhaps. I would not have minded to die at his sword.
Again, you are listening only to what you want to hear. I did not wish for death, I expected it.
Child? I stopped being a child the day my wife died in my arms.
I was too young to be in love with her, I think. I did love her, in my own way, but not as a man should love his wife.
I find it incredibly irritating when people dance around questions. Ask what you want to ask. I promised I would answer truthfully, and I am a man of my word.
The concept confuses me. I understand what love is supposed to be—from books and other’s experience, but I cannot say I understand what it is to be in love.
Yes. I was with a woman once, a long time ago. And I am assuming you mean sexually.
No, I am not sexually inactive. I am simply not attracted to any kind of relationship with a woman.
That is exactly what it means. What else could it mean? I do not have sex with animals or kitchen utensils.
Yes, I am.
I am not embarrassed about liking men. I simply do not describe myself with the word gay.
Yes. I am currently in a relationship of sorts.
How does that relate to my mental fitness? Neither I nor he would let it get in the way of a mission.
Yes, that is a fact.
Heero Yuy, if you must know. Will this take any longer?
I already told you—I see no point in speaking of someone you will meet soon anyway.
Very well. He is efficient in everything he does. There are no pointless actions with him. It must be why we are able to cooperate so well with each other. I tend to disregard the superfluous.
Yes—I see this meeting as an entirely unnecessary procedure which only wastes the Preventor’s funds. But as it is a direct order, I will not disobey it.
There are many things to be said about Yuy, and yet nothing for me to tell.
It was the cold determination in his eyes that attracted me to him—and it was not a romantic attraction—it was purely carnal.
Yes, it was. I will admit to be fond of him now—to have some sort of bond with him.
The sex is great. Not that I see how it relates to anything.
Those words you use… they do not pertain to us. Neither of us is submissive. I would say both of us are dominant in our relationship.
It does not cause any problems at all. I do not feel the need to be in… control of him and am not willing to let him control me. He does not want to, in any case.
Yes, we are similar in a lot of ways. We are harmonious. We are alike enough that we do not clash chaotically against each other yet different enough no to blend together.
We have been living together for about eight months now, I believe.
There are always fights. We are both of a rather volatile temperament.
We get violent quite often, actually. On the training mat.
Of course not. I would not willingly hurt him. Too much. Anyway, I only give as much as he can take, and he has never abused the trust I place in him.
I would. But then, I would take a bullet for any of my other friends. They would do the same for me—have done the same for me.
Yes. I consider him one of my friends. My closest friend.
Both Yuy and I have had enough of labels. We are what we are—whether you call us child terrorists, fighters of peace, heroes, soldiers, or monsters—the labels you insist to place upon us mean nothing, and our relationship does not to be named. It simply is.
I told you—the concept confuses me.
No, its meaning eludes me. I do not see how what I have is what everyone describes.
Well, we certainly do not give each other flowers, or useless flattery. I do not feel as though there are ‘butterflies’ trapped in my stomach when I see him. I simply feel at ease. I do not think about him every moment of the day—or sigh when I do. I have my own life and see no need to depend solely on him, though I know I could. We do not celebrate the passage of our time together periodically, though on some days in particular I am more grateful to have him near. No romantic evenings or candles or jealousy or doubt, though he is strangely possessive if someone… propositions me….
No, I do not understand how the word measures up against the feeling.
That will be all then? Thank you for your time.
I do think it was a waste of mine—I was being polite….
AN- Thank you so much for reading. Reviwes are Very appereciated ^_^
When I was very young, I never thought about flying. Something about it always terrified me. It is common, of course, for someone who was raised in a colony, to be afraid of space. Maybe even for those who grow up on Earth—something about that great, big unknown. I abandoned this fear when I took up piloting Nataku.
Well, I suppose no one ever fully abandons a fear, but I was ready to die. We all were.
Odd? Why? It was how we were trained. The mission was always first. We knew the risks.
It does not bother me at all. I was raised in a clan where warriors are respected and honored.
No. If I meant soldier, I would have said soldier. Not all soldiers have a warrior’s spirit.
Yes. I believe I do. All five of us—we would not have survived otherwise.
I am unsure of what you expect to hear. I have nothing more to say on the subject, unless you want me to explain to you how it is that we survived. Some war stories, I suppose?
No. None in particular I would like to share.
About the other pilots? I was under the impression that you would be speaking to each one of us?
I simply do not see the need to speak about people you will be speaking to.
That question is rather vague. There are many bits about myself, but not many worth telling. I have already told you about myself, in any case.
What else is there to say?
Kushrenada? He is someone who should have lived to see his so called peace.
My only regret concerning him, is that I did not have the opportunity for a real duel.
There is no honor in victory being handed out. Our duel deserved a better end.
Perhaps. I would not have minded to die at his sword.
Again, you are listening only to what you want to hear. I did not wish for death, I expected it.
Child? I stopped being a child the day my wife died in my arms.
I was too young to be in love with her, I think. I did love her, in my own way, but not as a man should love his wife.
I find it incredibly irritating when people dance around questions. Ask what you want to ask. I promised I would answer truthfully, and I am a man of my word.
The concept confuses me. I understand what love is supposed to be—from books and other’s experience, but I cannot say I understand what it is to be in love.
Yes. I was with a woman once, a long time ago. And I am assuming you mean sexually.
No, I am not sexually inactive. I am simply not attracted to any kind of relationship with a woman.
That is exactly what it means. What else could it mean? I do not have sex with animals or kitchen utensils.
Yes, I am.
I am not embarrassed about liking men. I simply do not describe myself with the word gay.
Yes. I am currently in a relationship of sorts.
How does that relate to my mental fitness? Neither I nor he would let it get in the way of a mission.
Yes, that is a fact.
Heero Yuy, if you must know. Will this take any longer?
I already told you—I see no point in speaking of someone you will meet soon anyway.
Very well. He is efficient in everything he does. There are no pointless actions with him. It must be why we are able to cooperate so well with each other. I tend to disregard the superfluous.
Yes—I see this meeting as an entirely unnecessary procedure which only wastes the Preventor’s funds. But as it is a direct order, I will not disobey it.
There are many things to be said about Yuy, and yet nothing for me to tell.
It was the cold determination in his eyes that attracted me to him—and it was not a romantic attraction—it was purely carnal.
Yes, it was. I will admit to be fond of him now—to have some sort of bond with him.
The sex is great. Not that I see how it relates to anything.
Those words you use… they do not pertain to us. Neither of us is submissive. I would say both of us are dominant in our relationship.
It does not cause any problems at all. I do not feel the need to be in… control of him and am not willing to let him control me. He does not want to, in any case.
Yes, we are similar in a lot of ways. We are harmonious. We are alike enough that we do not clash chaotically against each other yet different enough no to blend together.
We have been living together for about eight months now, I believe.
There are always fights. We are both of a rather volatile temperament.
We get violent quite often, actually. On the training mat.
Of course not. I would not willingly hurt him. Too much. Anyway, I only give as much as he can take, and he has never abused the trust I place in him.
I would. But then, I would take a bullet for any of my other friends. They would do the same for me—have done the same for me.
Yes. I consider him one of my friends. My closest friend.
Both Yuy and I have had enough of labels. We are what we are—whether you call us child terrorists, fighters of peace, heroes, soldiers, or monsters—the labels you insist to place upon us mean nothing, and our relationship does not to be named. It simply is.
I told you—the concept confuses me.
No, its meaning eludes me. I do not see how what I have is what everyone describes.
Well, we certainly do not give each other flowers, or useless flattery. I do not feel as though there are ‘butterflies’ trapped in my stomach when I see him. I simply feel at ease. I do not think about him every moment of the day—or sigh when I do. I have my own life and see no need to depend solely on him, though I know I could. We do not celebrate the passage of our time together periodically, though on some days in particular I am more grateful to have him near. No romantic evenings or candles or jealousy or doubt, though he is strangely possessive if someone… propositions me….
No, I do not understand how the word measures up against the feeling.
That will be all then? Thank you for your time.
I do think it was a waste of mine—I was being polite….
AN- Thank you so much for reading. Reviwes are Very appereciated ^_^