Title: Yuy's Split Personlity Author: Coco-Kun Status: ???? Category: Extreme OOC. slight boy-love(forgot the Japanese). Strangeness. PWP? Pairings: 1+2 Disclaimer: The GW boys aren't mine. Spoilers: non Notes: People, I should warn you, this is my first fanfiction ever written and I did it within half an hour. It wasn't beta read so many mistakes(English isn't my thing) I can't really figure out the plot, so bear with me. Flame me if you want to. ---------------------- Humans love the stars. It is mysterious, beautiful, and bright. They glitter like diamonds on black velvet, covering the sky to reassure that us we are never alone, that we are all connected by it. At nights when I feel like the whole world is against me, the vast expenses that symbolized freedom and innocence watch down upon me and lull me to sleep like a mother to her frighten child. Times like that, I find tears in my eyes that were neither of joy nor sadness, just the peace that warms my whole being, like embracing a mother I never have and yet always had. I do think I am her most precious child. Now do you question why Quatre said, "Heero is the heart of outer space?" I wonder why people want to make the sky ugly during those wondrous gazing. One just doesn't pollute something as pure as outer space for no reason. It is still so pretty to look at, with the space junk cluttering the night sky, fooling us into thinking that the stars shine even more brightly. Do people know that Death awaits out there? I do not mean just that loudmouth baka, I mean the machines of destruction. The Gundam pilots are machines of destruction. Everything we do are based on pure logic, no emotions there. We self-destruct so we take others to hell. Death means not a thing to me for I created the persona of the 'Perfect Soldier.' He took over some time ago, locking me in a jail cell far down in hell. Heero is a stranger that I created to fit my skin. He is everything Doctor J and Dekim Barton wanted him to be. A machine without conscience and a character chased forever by that silly Queen. Me, I don't have a name like Heero. I am just the one part of him that still remembers the kindness of people. The part that gives him the compassion. The one that reminded him not to kill some people, mainly Maxwell and Relena. For a long time, I was a well-done sish- kibob in the infernos, unable to fight that monster I created. But Heero has already lost the battle with me because now I have 4 close friends fighting for me. That nag queen does come in handy at times. I don't think Heero has ever killed out of sheer annoyance. Vexation is an emotion the last time I checked. Now I am still under the sky wondering where everyone else is. It should be a while before I let Heero come back. Yes, I was resurrected some time ago most by the efforts of the psychotically cheerful and his secret ally, the princess of stalkers. I am still pretty much crippled but getting there. I keep Heero around because this war isn't over yet. Besides, people seemed to find the "Rambo" type irresistibly attractive. "Heero, Whatcha doing?" comes that familiar cheerful voice. "Hn," Heero replies. So he has already started to take over. No surprise to me. "Come on Heero, talk. You have to have a reason to be on the observation dome. You are actually away from that lap top of yours and left your two backup guns in the dorm room." I tried my very best not to laugh and made myself turn, giving Maxwell full view of a serene smile and said, "We are musing with ourselves about the stars." I can't wait until we merge once again because this split second personality shifts are scaring the shit out of Maxwell. Heero likes him a lot and doesn't like to make Duo frown. I think he will shoot me if I try another stunt again. I don't care anyways, we can't be alone anymore. The friendship forge in tragedy shall never be lost. That is something even the Perfect Soldier will admit. When that day comes, this internal war shall be won with us coming out as winner. End?