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By Ken Hidaka
Egao no Kamen
by Team Bonet
The young boy let his head hang down until it reached the floor. His
shaking hands reached to
carress his cheeks slowly. His eyes stared into the nothingness. He
saw nothing. He spit out
blood into the floor. His face stung badly, his flesh curled where
it was red. Where he had hit
Outside his window rain fell over the bushes. Noisily drumming on the
leaves, on the asphalt,
on the window pane. He let his forehead touch the cold floor, his mouth
half open still spitting
reddened saliva. He closed his eyes, the lighting outside crackled
loudly, making the room
white with each booming crash.
He could hear footsteps downstairs. Each hard heavy boot stump marking
anger. Hatred. The
clock ticking to the rithym of the stumping. The young boy clawed the
floor, his back hurt.
He'd get away, run away, but where would he go? The floor breaks his
nails. He wants to die.
He raised his head. The fall of another lightning lit his features,
his green eyes, his red hair
aflling over his face. His angry grin.
The young pilot snaped out of his thoughts sharply. He had been screwing
the same nut for quite
some time. He blinked rapidly. The american pilot was staring at him
strangely. Had he said
something dumb while he mussed? No. He is much too careful for such
"The way you were looking at that nut, it made me think that it might
have been your lost father."
Duo laughed at his own sarcasm. He rubbed his forehead. Trowa's body
"Oi! Trowa," Duo said. "You ok?"
The pilot didn't answer him. He fastened the nut tighter, moving with
a learned agility. He moved
from one to another without looking back at Duo. Duo sighed and leaned
over to help him. He
began to whistle a tune, screwing the bolt. He tapped the wrench to
the beat of the tune, hitting the
wires rythmicaly. Trowa looked at him, sighing inwardly. Duo is so
lively. How can he always be so
happy? Doesn't he have some inward feelings as well? He looked up at
the Mobile Suit. The huge
frame of Heavy Arms loomed above him. Duo moved closer to him moving
rapidly on the machine's
core. Trowa bent over the wires and fastened one of the metal caps
over it carefully.
Duo gasped as he clumsily dropped his wrench. Trowa's eyes widened,
his breath caught in his
throat. The sound of the meatl wrench hitting the floor..hitting the
Lazy boy, he had said. Go get yourself a job. He had tossed the work
Trowa had done that
morning. The dishes he had washed. He had scorned the breakfast he
had served, yelled at
Trowa had gotten up from the table, had raised his head in defyiance.
Wasn't it Trowa who
everyday went out into the streets and battled the throng to get money?
He was the one who
sat hours doing whatever petty job there was to get money. L3 is a
hard place. Its streets
dangerous, ugly, and lonely. Trowa was tired of having to walk the
streets like a bagabong.
Like a peddler. He was tired of coming home to give his hard earned
pennies to someone who
only shoved critism. Who spat his soup caused it was too hot. Or too
cold. Or too watery.
He had crossed his arms over his thin body. He snapped his mouth shut.
being so daring. So stupid.
His spoon. He had used his spoon to hit him. Over and over...hitting
savagely... The young
boy reached inside the water barrel. His bloody fingers picked some
water, splashed it on his
face. He washed his face, his tears. His stinging face. He gritted
his teeth, his temple
throbbing. He let his misserable body sink into the floor. His green
eyes searched for
something, someone, some caring soul. The cut along his temple began
to bleed again. He
closed his eyes. Darkness. The vicious faces were gone there, gone.
Those faces that were
always looking down at him scornfully. Kicking him like a begard, or
a dirty lost child. He
covered his face, his shame. Smelly water from the water cannel next
to him sprinkled on him.
The window on top of him shut adruptly. He let his head sink in his
knees. The throng just
kept on walking past him. No one cared fro the skinny young boy. Tears
began to fall. Tears
with no feelings.
"Looks good as new, man, " Duo stood back admiering the handy work both
of them had done on
the Mobile Suit. The red gundanium alloy shinned in the electric light
of the lantern that Duo hat
Trowa nodded. He crossed his arms over his chest. Duo set a glass in
the crate before him looking
at him. The pilot's violet eyes shone.
"Drink man," Trowa took the drink he was offering him. "I bet you are
The long haired pilot sat back in the old couch that he had brought
to the work area along with the
lantern. Trowa sat next to him on one of the crates. Both looked proudly
at the Mobile Suit. It had
taken a lot of time to get the lower part of the machine back in shape.
Duo smiled. He had never
doubted that Trowa couldn't righten the machine. He smiled to himself.
Trowa is a geniuos.
Trowa sip his drink silently, his eyes closed.
"Man," Duo said. "You sure psyqued out back there." Trowa looked at
boy. Duo nodded.
"Don't tell me, man. I know already. It must be something private, tearing
at your soul."
Trowa frowned. "Nonsense, really."
"Ah," Duo said. "That's the worst kind." He leaned back on the couch,
stretching his legs. He
groaned, crosing his arms behind his head. "The worst kind." The light
from the lantern drew
shadows on his face. Trowa stared at him in silence unable to say anything.
The long haired pilot
yawned widely scratching his head, more like his hat, trying to reach
his skull. Trowa looked up to
the ceiling. Cold wires staring down at him. The world is so cold.
Metallic cold like those wires. He
set the glass down on the small crate they were using as a table.
He needs to have some sleep as well, but everytime he closed his eyes
the memory returns. He
shook his head.
Duo is watching him, the boy's eyes shining under his black cap. The
young pilot lowered his head.
Defeated. Duo smiled at him. For a moment Trowa was glad that he was
"Hold it in,Trowa," Duo said. "The reason. The reason to fight. Until
our mission is over."
Trowa gasped. He looked at Duo for a long time silently. The other pilot
didn't move either. Both of
them sat there in silence, the emptyness speaking the words they didn't
have to say.
A man is born smiling or he will never learn. This is something that
he must find a pleasure
since he is a child. Those that cannot smile are cursed by nature.
They either kill themselves
or become clowns. It is their way of making themselves smile, pretending
to do with horrid
make up, and making others smile with their stupid tricks.
They never are fully happy.
Egao no kamen. His own fate looking at him. Trowa fingered the mask
with his small fingers.
The boy had no more tears to shed, no more feelings to be hurt. His
soul was empty, devoid of
any source of warmth. Dead.
He had no more smiles.
He had now to wear a mask so he can pretend to smile. He nodded. Where
he was going, the
fated battle he was becoming a part, would have no place or reason
for him to smile.
The young man looked up at the sky, at the rising metal that is the
dome of the L3 colony. No
reason to smile at all.
"Trowa," Duo whispered.
The machine next to the couch began to beep softly. It was almost time
for the tide to change. Time
to move so the Mobile Suits could be smuggled quietly. Trowa's head
was leaning on the side of the
couch. The boy had finally fallen asleep out of sheer tiredness. Duo
smiled looking at the boy.
"Nice to see even you can have feelings, Trowa," Duo mumbled. "Even
if you wont share them with
me, but I don't care to know, man. Don't tell me. Don't."
He reached over to tap the machine and made it shut up. The small beeping
slowing down and falling
silent. He noticed the pilot stir. He cursed. Trowa's green eyes shone
as they opened slightly waking
grudegly. He moaned softly. Duo proped his feet back on the seat. Trowa
let his head fall back on
the seat's arm exhausted.
"Forget it, man," Duo whispered. "Go back to sleep."
Trowa's lips moved slightly. A small faint smile. He mouthed a small
thank you. Duo closed his eyes.
Who cares if they screwed the mission just once? He smiled as Trowa
folded his arms under his
The shadow of pain and sorrow, hardship and worry, once more on his
face. His true soul talking.
His human emotion on his face. So tired. A small smile crossed his
lips. Only Duo could see it. The
young american pilot frowned. Perhaps when he is awake, Trowa can hide
that smile, and all that
fear and pain, under his cold mask, but not now, when he is asleep.
Duo smiled to himself closing his eyes. He let his tired head fall to
This war can wait.
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