GW: Multi: Differences: CH 2

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DIFFERENCES

　

NEVER

At the end of the day, all Heero wanted was for the mission to be over, but it never was.

All Quatre wanted was for people to be safe, but even when all the fighting was over, they never were.

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HOLIDAYS

Duo's favorite holiday was neither Christmas nor Easter. It was the passover; though he could say he didn't know exacly when it was. Still, not knowing didn't stop him from brushing blood on the doorframe of his room, even after moving in with Quat. The blond did glare at him for ruining the paint, but never said anything. There were some subjects always best left untended.

Trowa's favorite holiday wasn't even a holiday, though he did sit in on those. Offically it's Christmas eve, but he celebrates by escorting young Khushrenada to her father's grave, and then hosting a night of movies, just her, him, and Une. He's always gone by morning, but not before snagging some cookies and milk, and stashing something special under Mariemaia's pillow. Tomorrow is Christmas Day, after all.

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PROMISES

Everyone makes promises in their own way. And every promise is different. Some don't even sound like promises, and some are never spoken at all.

Heero promised he would kill Relena. Just because he hasn't doesn't mean he wont, but don't let that fool you into thinking he'll let someone else do it. Or something. And when she's on her deathbed, Relena will probably be reassured it's him.

Wufei promised to avenge his wife, his fallen comrade, his best friend. It was announced to no one but himself, with only her grave, his field of flowers, and a tree as witnesses. Who is responsible, as well as how he's going to do it, are left up to interpretation, and even when TrieZe is killed, dead by suicide-of-gundam, it still isn't really finished.

Quatre's promises are hidden in political BS, but they are no less real and dangerous; no matter how gentle and passive he appears, he is no less a lion for it.

Duo's promises are not-quite-so, and vague enough you know something is going to happen, but not what. Nevertheless, everyone knows, one way or another, the day will end in explosions, gunfire, and half-truths.

Trowa never explictly makes a promise: to himself, or any other. But he has this expression that, conjoined like a Siamese twin with his stance, promises that regardless of what's going on, he's already in the thick of things, and you don't have to worry, even though he knows you will anyway.