Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen ❯ Tools of Your Enenmy ( Chapter 3 )
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By: heeropeacecraft 
"Yes. Yes I do. I believe that each of you has the power to change our world."
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 839 | Visits: 629 | Status: Completed
"Yes. Yes I do. I believe that each of you has the power to change our world."
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 839 | Visits: 629 | Status: Completed
Chapter three
"Don't you understand?" She looked at them in horror, willing them to open their eyes, to think clearly, to take responsibility for their actions...to grow up. Relena stopped herself, took a swift breath in and slowly exhaled. "Please, you must understand how vital you are."
The seven student leaders sitting in her office gave her a range of responses. The skinny, dark-haired one in the red T-shirt sneered at her as a traitor. The tall, receding hairline (early in one so young) with the missing button near the bottom of his long-sleeve shirt gave her a blank stare. Possible ally? The only female in the group, petite and orderly was visibly concentrating on Relena's words, the intensity of her gaze focused somewhere in her lap. These were the central figures. If she could reason with them, the others would follow.
"It is the duty of the young who are aware, to fight for their beliefs. The young are not yet invested and mired into a system they doubt. Their livelihood and the support of their families is not dependent upon their complicity in a society that is morally flawed. It is for this reason that young people, like you and also like me..." At this statement a few feet shuffled, and the skinny red T-shirt grunted his disdain. So, she thought, I'm not even allowed the privilege of being young now? I am still only 19, my friends, younger than some of you. "Young people, like us are responsible for demanding high moral standards of our society."
"That's exactly what we're doing Miss Vice Foreign Minister." Relena focused on the speaker, wryly considering that the bland-face receding hairline was not yet converted.
"No. That is what you think you are doing." She paused for emphasis, catching the eyes of the swayable followers on the fringe of the group. "The demonstrations you have been holding have no actual demands. You do not stand for anything. You do not ask for anything. You have no issues other than the deposing of the President. You are drawing attention but to what end? I understand that you feel impotent and cheated, that there are problems that have not been addressed, but you never detail these problems. You never give us anything to work towards. All you do is cause unrest, senseless, harmful unrest. You are nothing but the tools of the politically savvy. You are being used by a political minority to unseat the duly elected President of the Earth Sphere United Nation, and you don't even know it. Such ignorance is unforgivable in the hands of those with power."
"Do you really believe we have power?" It was the petite blonde. She'd finally looked up from her lap and was gazing with disarming frankness at Relena. It was the look of the hungry heart seeking meaning in the confusion of a gray and tasteless world, a look she recognized from her own past.
"Yes. Yes I do. I believe that each of you has the power to change our world. But you have yet to learn a very hard lesson. With such power comes great responsibility. You have the power to harm just as easily as to do good. If you blind yourselves to the possibility of being led into the selfish aims of others then you are nothing more that the tools of your enemies."
She had them. She could feel the intensity of their concentration. She was finally reaching them.
"Please. You must continue to be an active voice. You must continue to demand a better world and stand up for your ideals. But I beg you not to be used as mindless puppets for a political faction. Be your own voice. Think hard about your demands. Consider carefully what you feel needs to be done to improve our world, and then act on it. Don't just throw your fists in the air and demand a new leader. Be leaders yourselves."
Relena discretely pressed a button under her desk signaling her secretary to enter her office and announce her next appointment. Timing was always crucial in these circumstances. Best to let them march out of her office full of hope and determination than to waste time on drawn out leave-takings.
As planned, Marie entered with a small knock and evenly said, "I'm sorry to interrupt Miss Relena, but your lunch appointment has arrived and is waiting outside."
"Thank you, Marie. Tell Mr. Winner I'll be right there."
Well done, Marie, she thought to herself. You are an exceptional assistant.
With that she stood purposefully from her chair and made eye contact with every one of the students, gauging their final sentiments. It looked as though she'd swayed them all, except for the skinny red T-shirt. All well, you can't win 'em all, Relena. At least some good may come from this bunch. It certainly isn't every student who is willing to stand up for their beliefs. These people could truly do great works if they could just focus.
"Don't you understand?" She looked at them in horror, willing them to open their eyes, to think clearly, to take responsibility for their actions...to grow up. Relena stopped herself, took a swift breath in and slowly exhaled. "Please, you must understand how vital you are."
The seven student leaders sitting in her office gave her a range of responses. The skinny, dark-haired one in the red T-shirt sneered at her as a traitor. The tall, receding hairline (early in one so young) with the missing button near the bottom of his long-sleeve shirt gave her a blank stare. Possible ally? The only female in the group, petite and orderly was visibly concentrating on Relena's words, the intensity of her gaze focused somewhere in her lap. These were the central figures. If she could reason with them, the others would follow.
"It is the duty of the young who are aware, to fight for their beliefs. The young are not yet invested and mired into a system they doubt. Their livelihood and the support of their families is not dependent upon their complicity in a society that is morally flawed. It is for this reason that young people, like you and also like me..." At this statement a few feet shuffled, and the skinny red T-shirt grunted his disdain. So, she thought, I'm not even allowed the privilege of being young now? I am still only 19, my friends, younger than some of you. "Young people, like us are responsible for demanding high moral standards of our society."
"That's exactly what we're doing Miss Vice Foreign Minister." Relena focused on the speaker, wryly considering that the bland-face receding hairline was not yet converted.
"No. That is what you think you are doing." She paused for emphasis, catching the eyes of the swayable followers on the fringe of the group. "The demonstrations you have been holding have no actual demands. You do not stand for anything. You do not ask for anything. You have no issues other than the deposing of the President. You are drawing attention but to what end? I understand that you feel impotent and cheated, that there are problems that have not been addressed, but you never detail these problems. You never give us anything to work towards. All you do is cause unrest, senseless, harmful unrest. You are nothing but the tools of the politically savvy. You are being used by a political minority to unseat the duly elected President of the Earth Sphere United Nation, and you don't even know it. Such ignorance is unforgivable in the hands of those with power."
"Do you really believe we have power?" It was the petite blonde. She'd finally looked up from her lap and was gazing with disarming frankness at Relena. It was the look of the hungry heart seeking meaning in the confusion of a gray and tasteless world, a look she recognized from her own past.
"Yes. Yes I do. I believe that each of you has the power to change our world. But you have yet to learn a very hard lesson. With such power comes great responsibility. You have the power to harm just as easily as to do good. If you blind yourselves to the possibility of being led into the selfish aims of others then you are nothing more that the tools of your enemies."
She had them. She could feel the intensity of their concentration. She was finally reaching them.
"Please. You must continue to be an active voice. You must continue to demand a better world and stand up for your ideals. But I beg you not to be used as mindless puppets for a political faction. Be your own voice. Think hard about your demands. Consider carefully what you feel needs to be done to improve our world, and then act on it. Don't just throw your fists in the air and demand a new leader. Be leaders yourselves."
Relena discretely pressed a button under her desk signaling her secretary to enter her office and announce her next appointment. Timing was always crucial in these circumstances. Best to let them march out of her office full of hope and determination than to waste time on drawn out leave-takings.
As planned, Marie entered with a small knock and evenly said, "I'm sorry to interrupt Miss Relena, but your lunch appointment has arrived and is waiting outside."
"Thank you, Marie. Tell Mr. Winner I'll be right there."
Well done, Marie, she thought to herself. You are an exceptional assistant.
With that she stood purposefully from her chair and made eye contact with every one of the students, gauging their final sentiments. It looked as though she'd swayed them all, except for the skinny red T-shirt. All well, you can't win 'em all, Relena. At least some good may come from this bunch. It certainly isn't every student who is willing to stand up for their beliefs. These people could truly do great works if they could just focus.