Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ No-Brand Heroes ❯ No-Brand Heroes ( Chapter 1 )

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Disclaimer: I don't really own anything...even my muse seems to have a mind of her own...
Seki: Damn straight!
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Shi-chan: Yeah, I know I've been a slacker, especially with the new chapter thing, a thousand pardons onegai. ^^;; Here's a songfic for all of you who appreciate my "introspective pilots," work...

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No-Brand Heroes
By Shimegami-chan
Warnings: None! It's not even yaoi!

Music: "It's Love," from Ranma 1/2 (And "No-Brand Heroes," itself!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another song from "Koko Wa Greenwood." It's sung by Sakamoto Chika, who is a brilliant seiyuu! I got the translation here: http://www.contrib.andrew.cmu.edu/~bc3p/anime/nobrand.txt

To share our precious moments
with someone,
God gives us
our encounters.

Victory, I think, is a sweet taste meant to be savoured.
It is that flavour that I taste now as the first cool breeze touches me, softens my hardened features with its caress.
My face relaxes when I bring my trembling fingers up to meet it. When did it become so hardened, so full of life's little lines? I'm fifteen years old. I feel like I'm fifty.

With a natural smile
and a bit of courage,
even the memories that hurt
will change someday.

My smile falls away once again and I stare out into the horizon with satisfaction coursing throughout my veins. It's over. It's all over. Maybe now we can go back and live the lives we never had a chance to know, some of us live the lives we would never have dreamed of before we joined this endless fight. This endless dream that has consumed us for so much of our young lives.

Come on over too!
to the green paradise.
There aren't any witty people
around here, however.

We were moulded in the images of champions, weren't we? But champions don't come in the form of teenage hotshots. Heroes do. Lovers do. Victors do. And here we are, tasting the fruits of the spoils of war at last, like hungry street children touched by generosity instead of thievery. I was once one of them, I and countless other soldiers, and there will be many more. But perhaps with the world finally at peace those children's fragile consciences can rest easy. As mine does now, will do, longs to do. Someday.

We're the no-brand heroes
We're full of radiance
We're the no-brand heroes
as bright as the sun,
and holding on to the only
future like ours in the world.

I touch the wind softly. It had never felt to silky to my fingers, dazzling me in a rainbow of colours and sensations, lifting me up to it to take a closer look. This gentleness that has conquered death, touches Death and leaves only contentment. I mustn't turn away now from the searing tears that bite into my closed eyelids and threaten to burst forth, dancing with pain and joy and sorrow and love and spilling down my cheeks, spilling, spilling...the tears are coming anyway, and I don't care. There's no one here to see. There's no one here to care. No one to laugh. Only silence and the whisper of the winds of peace.

Come on, don't turn your eyes away,
please come here!
We can expect to find
as much gentleness as sadness.

All the sadness this war has built up lies in the palm of my hand now; leaving empty relief, regret, and a genuine smile on my tear-streaked face. The fallen droplets in my hand quiver slightly, demanding my inspection. Five in all, or maybe it's just my imagination...one blue, red, violet, yellow, green. A rainbow of tears present themselves to me, each one glittering in the bright sun. The soldier. The clown. The Shinigami. The lover. The warrior. I imagine that it is their tears of sorrow and joy I hold now. Blue of his icy gaze. Violet eyes. Red for his anger. Blonde hair. And the green-scaled dragon of justice.

Believe in the dream, let's walk over!
Although it may not work out
like a fairy tale,

The wind urges me to return to my senses and leave this dream behind, but I know it's no dream. I can only hope that they see what I see, the colours of the victory intermingled with salty tears. I take a last look and fling the liquid to the air, sending sparkles in return for peace's kindness. They're all free now, even me.

I see a boy that aged years in months in my mind's eye and with confident hands I rub the last moisture from my face. The features that my fingers touch are fifteen again, just like they should be. Everything is just the way it should be. Victory melts in my mouth as I whisper that word that has been just within our grasp. "Peace."

I think it's time for us to finally start living again.

We're the no-brand heroes
Opening our heart's door,
We're the no-brand heroes
We're waiting for you now!
to convey the only heart
like ours in the world.

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Shi-chan: I'm not surprised at the POV I took...anybody else? I think that went rather well. ^_^
Duo: I was expecting it to be depressing. ^^;;
Seki: That cheered me up considerably! Yay!
Shi-chan: ^_^