drabble - Watching from Afar
Title: Watching from Afar
Fandom: Gundam 00
Genre and Rating: General - PG
Summary: the scene from episode 4 where Lockon is playing with Haro in his room.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam 00, nor any of its characters.
Dedicated to azazel_kizoku because I'm pretty sure she's still suffering from her Sunday Depression. *hugs*
He watched Lockon sitting on his bed, back against the wall and Haro in his hands. The little robot blinked its small eyes, tilting this way and that, like a cat rubbing itself against its owner’s hands.
“Does it hurt? Does it hurt?” Haro asked, flapping its ears once.
Lockon smiled down at his new partner. “No, not as much as her.” Haro tilted to the left and didn’t move, clearly not understanding the meaning of what had been said. Lockon chuckled, told it not to worry and playfully tossed it into the air. Once, twice, thrice, and again.
He watched for long minutes as Lockon mindlessly continued to lob and catch, lob and catch, his eyes staring straight through him and his thoughts far away. Haro remained silent. Perhaps it understood the human need to sometimes perform repetitive, almost maniac movements over and over again, a sort of reassurance that not all things change so quickly - that some things, even for a few seconds will stay the same.
Until…
Haro landed softly in his hands a final time. Lockon’s gaze was no more focused, his mind no closer. His partner blinked questioningly, but maintained its silence.
He slowly reached out, his hand moving past the orange sphere until it hovered over Lockon’s face, fingertips a breath away from brushing his cheek. How he had changed. Had been forced to change. He wondered where that innocent smile was, wide and bright and brimming with genuine joy. Was it hidden somewhere behind those shielded eyes, animated to the world and yet dark and turbulent when alone?
He withdrew his hand and placed it on Haro’s head instead. Lockon’s partner quivered, as much as robots could quiver, and swivelled around a full 360 degree, searching for something his mechanical senses could not pick up. It was like a memory, a file stored in its history, never to be deleted, but never to be accessed again.
“Lockon…Lockon…” it chirped, not in its usual blaring tone, but softer, more hesitant, on the verge of inquiry.
Lockon came out of his thoughts and cocked his head to the side, giving the little robot a strange look. “What? I’m right here.”
“Lockon…Lockon…” Puzzled, Lockon looked up, scanning the empty room. There was no one. Just him and Haro. He shook his head.
“You’re a crazy little twirt, you,” he muttered, but it wasn’t looking at him.
The clever little thing was staring straight at him, eyes blinking rapidly, ears flapping. He smiled down at it, patting its round head one final time before turning his eyes to look at Lockon again. The smile faded, replaced with something sadder, something more solemn.
This isn’t what I would have wanted for you, he said, his voice silent, but if it’s what you’ve chosen to do…
They’ll help you find your way.
Fandom: Gundam 00
Genre and Rating: General - PG
Summary: the scene from episode 4 where Lockon is playing with Haro in his room.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam 00, nor any of its characters.
Dedicated to azazel_kizoku because I'm pretty sure she's still suffering from her Sunday Depression. *hugs*
He watched Lockon sitting on his bed, back against the wall and Haro in his hands. The little robot blinked its small eyes, tilting this way and that, like a cat rubbing itself against its owner’s hands.
“Does it hurt? Does it hurt?” Haro asked, flapping its ears once.
Lockon smiled down at his new partner. “No, not as much as her.” Haro tilted to the left and didn’t move, clearly not understanding the meaning of what had been said. Lockon chuckled, told it not to worry and playfully tossed it into the air. Once, twice, thrice, and again.
He watched for long minutes as Lockon mindlessly continued to lob and catch, lob and catch, his eyes staring straight through him and his thoughts far away. Haro remained silent. Perhaps it understood the human need to sometimes perform repetitive, almost maniac movements over and over again, a sort of reassurance that not all things change so quickly - that some things, even for a few seconds will stay the same.
Until…
Haro landed softly in his hands a final time. Lockon’s gaze was no more focused, his mind no closer. His partner blinked questioningly, but maintained its silence.
He slowly reached out, his hand moving past the orange sphere until it hovered over Lockon’s face, fingertips a breath away from brushing his cheek. How he had changed. Had been forced to change. He wondered where that innocent smile was, wide and bright and brimming with genuine joy. Was it hidden somewhere behind those shielded eyes, animated to the world and yet dark and turbulent when alone?
He withdrew his hand and placed it on Haro’s head instead. Lockon’s partner quivered, as much as robots could quiver, and swivelled around a full 360 degree, searching for something his mechanical senses could not pick up. It was like a memory, a file stored in its history, never to be deleted, but never to be accessed again.
“Lockon…Lockon…” it chirped, not in its usual blaring tone, but softer, more hesitant, on the verge of inquiry.
Lockon came out of his thoughts and cocked his head to the side, giving the little robot a strange look. “What? I’m right here.”
“Lockon…Lockon…” Puzzled, Lockon looked up, scanning the empty room. There was no one. Just him and Haro. He shook his head.
“You’re a crazy little twirt, you,” he muttered, but it wasn’t looking at him.
The clever little thing was staring straight at him, eyes blinking rapidly, ears flapping. He smiled down at it, patting its round head one final time before turning his eyes to look at Lockon again. The smile faded, replaced with something sadder, something more solemn.
This isn’t what I would have wanted for you, he said, his voice silent, but if it’s what you’ve chosen to do…
They’ll help you find your way.