I'm Only One

I'm Only One.

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Gundam Wing Fiction by:


Dark Shinigami/04


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The normal blah blah disclaimer. I don't own the Wing Guys (duh) and this is no way in Company with Bandi.Sunrise or any of them. I'm just borrowing the guys for the time being and will return them safely. So please don't sue me. All my money goes to buying your stuff anyway. :3.


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*I stand among friends. Unable to speak my emotions, yet I try to show how much he means to me. I know his deepest secrets and shall keep them to myself for all my existence*

*We are alike. Spirits of the night, only needing each other. I listen to him in solidarity, offering condolence in my silence. I'm the only one to see him truly cry. I will never tell anyone*

*The others were close to their's. I don't know if as close and me and mine. We have had our share of hard times each. Seemed to have known tough times. I knew we were meant, for the tough times that this bloody war was going to bring, when he took me from where I had waited to show myself to the world. We both fight with heart in battle. Dominating with fear and impending darkness. I have to impress...show what I can do...not be underestimated. We both do. It's our greatest weapon.*

*In his darkest moments I listen. I hear him pray that he live till the next dawn, to save others from what we had to go though. I hear him ask me to give him the strength. to make it though. I try to give my best. I want to please him, support him in any way that I can*

*In return I get praise and dominance of all I survey. Only sharing it with those that I share my  confines with. When we are alone though I see the side that not many at all see. I see the confused and scared child. Scared and angry at the world that he feels betrayed him. I'm his only deepest friend.*

*I know when the day will come when we will part ways. Until that day, I will be here, do what I can, make sure that mine will make it out of this alive. I want him to. He deserves so much more** I see him coming toward me...a smile as always plays on his face. He walks with a poise and grace all his own.*

*Stopping before me I stand fast. As if awaiting inspection like a solider in a military line. He stands watching me. I know he's pondering what he wants to say. Hard pressed to show his true emotion. "So you think we stand a chance on making it out there? Are we really that lucky?" He asks with a smirk. The alarm sounds and we are off once more. To become Shinigami of the battlefield once again*

* I give my best. See my fellow companions within the heat of battle. Our entrance has to be one of flashiness and specter. Thats the way we are, ominous and dark him and I. We intimidate, grip our enemy with a state of fear as its a most powerful emotion. We use this to our advantage. I show off, moving with grace and style only mine can give me. I want Dominance of the battlefield. I don't ask for it...I demand it!*

We compeat with the others yet work with them. To show that we can stand our own, that we are worthy of thier company and more, I do it all to gain his praise. When there are times I could just shut down and quit, he pushes me** When it's over, I stand dominant over my domain proclaiming to all that Shinigami was here!...this is MY domain. I know of delight when I get praise quietly from him for performing so well in the battle...but its me wishing I could thank him. Maybe I am, by showing my strength, protecting him.*

*As I'm returned to my place along side the others, demanding respect from them, I see the side the others don't. He remains quiet, so unlike him. I wait. A soft sound hardly heard by others cracks the silence. War has taken another toll on him. I stand my silence, unable to offer more, as his sobs rip though my deepest soul...for he is my soul. The sound rips me apart more then any weapon created or to be, could ever. His hurt heart he hides cries out, but only to silence. There's nothing more I can offer my poor soul, I can't speak for him, be his voice. I'm only cold metal and hydraulics...I'm nothing more then the Gundam named Deathscythe.*