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sakon76Looked back at RS8, realized all the Gundam boys -except- Trowa got a PoV in it. Decided to remedy it this time. For the alert reader, Duo's main line in this scene is lifted from Beast Wars, specifically from the character Rattrap, voiced by Scott McNeill, who also voiced Duo in the dub of GW. Scott McNeill is my favorite North American voice actor, and furthermore, the line just fit Duo. I had to use it. ^^
Trowa held the loaned history book reverently, turning pages slowly, trying to absorb every word. He knew he'd likely only get the chance to read the work once before returning to his own time, and it wasn't very likely that there he'd ever find another printed copy outside of a museum.
War was his profession. It was all he'd known for as far back as he could remember, the nameless child raised among mercenaries. He'd been training to pilot a mobile suit before he could even read. It was, in some way, all he knew.
Others might not think so. Quatre certainly didn't, seeing his skill with the flute as an indication that there was more to "Trowa Barton" than the silent nameless pilot of Gundam Heavyarms. Kathy, the circus performer, also seemed to think that he was more than just a child of war.
The nameless one knew them to be wrong.
His fascination with history was as old as his realization that the battles he fought in and traveled to were linked to one another in a chain, each springing from the last and giving rise to the next. As he could not follow that chain forward to its result, he followed it backward, attempting to find its origin.
"What'cha reading?" Duo asked, leaning over Trowa's shoulder to take a look.
"History," he answered. "Japanese wars."
"Educational stuff," Duo pronounced, enlightened. He scanned a page, then stood back up. "Me, I'd rather watch things explode."
Trowa watched Duo wander out of the living room. He shook his head in bemusement and returned to his reading.
Trowa held the loaned history book reverently, turning pages slowly, trying to absorb every word. He knew he'd likely only get the chance to read the work once before returning to his own time, and it wasn't very likely that there he'd ever find another printed copy outside of a museum.
War was his profession. It was all he'd known for as far back as he could remember, the nameless child raised among mercenaries. He'd been training to pilot a mobile suit before he could even read. It was, in some way, all he knew.
Others might not think so. Quatre certainly didn't, seeing his skill with the flute as an indication that there was more to "Trowa Barton" than the silent nameless pilot of Gundam Heavyarms. Kathy, the circus performer, also seemed to think that he was more than just a child of war.
The nameless one knew them to be wrong.
His fascination with history was as old as his realization that the battles he fought in and traveled to were linked to one another in a chain, each springing from the last and giving rise to the next. As he could not follow that chain forward to its result, he followed it backward, attempting to find its origin.
"What'cha reading?" Duo asked, leaning over Trowa's shoulder to take a look.
"History," he answered. "Japanese wars."
"Educational stuff," Duo pronounced, enlightened. He scanned a page, then stood back up. "Me, I'd rather watch things explode."
Trowa watched Duo wander out of the living room. He shook his head in bemusement and returned to his reading.
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Date: 2003-11-11 01:36 pm (UTC)