|Biography of the Damned
Author: mumyou nanashi PM
Shinn Asuka writes the memoirs of three people viewed by the world as antagonists. [Chap1 revised yet again]Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Angst - Rey Z. B. & Rau L. C. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 33,293 - Reviews: 112 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 34 - Updated: 06-26-06 - Published: 11-23-05 - id: 2673112
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Biography of the Damned
"What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from."
- T.S. Elliot
In the end, the boy died.
Probably not the most proper way of starting a story, but then again, that was how the boy lived – knowing that he was going to die at the very end. On the other hand, isn't that what real life is? "Everything is born…and eventually, it all dies. It's as simple as that."
It begins when a person is born, and then it ends when that person dies; unlike in a story, wherein it starts somewhere during the course of a person's life and then it ends when that person has overcome certain trials and tribulations – in short, an event worthy of the phrase, '…and they lived happily ever after.'
Just like the boy, we are all aware of the truth that we are living on borrowed time. But that is where the similarity ends and the distinction begins. It is in this story that you will discover these similarities and differences.
In the real world, life doesn't always end with happy endings. More often than not, it ends with regret, anguish, pain, suffering, sadness, and hopelessness. But of course, there are some exceptions. It is up to you, the reader, to judge whether the boy's life had a 'happy' or 'sad' ending.
I will try my best to stay true to the facts as much as possible. I wasn't there to witness most of the events – I only relied on information that I gathered from years and years of research, from countless individuals, and from the boy himself before his inevitable passing. I have spent the better half of my life digging through old records, reading journals of long-dead men, tracking down leads that more often than not led to dead ends, talking to people from the highs and lows of society, going to places long-abandoned by human life, and piecing together a puzzle of which the final picture I did not even know of.
Even now, I still cannot say if what I have concluded is the entire truth or not. Human nature, after all, is so much more complex than what science deems it to be.
Science played a huge part in the boy's life. In more ways than one, he might even be called a child – or a product – of science. And if one would observe the laws of logic, it would follow that he owed his life to science and that science was his parents – his creator.
At this point in time, you might be wondering who I am. A close friend, perhaps? In some ways, yes, and in other ways, no. I must confess that, up to this day, I am still unsure. The boy was secretive and mostly kept to himself. Nobody knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling. The people around him, myself included, wanted to know him better to gain a deeper understanding of why he did the things he did.
Why, then, am I doing this?
Perhaps, it is in partial fulfillment to the requirements of a creative-writing class that I had enrolled in. Perhaps, it is one way for me to focus on something else besides my life. Perhaps it is because of a morbid desire to find someone else unluckier than me. But I would be lying if I said that… because I am no longer the bitter person that I was during the war. Through the course of this – shall we say – 'project', I have learned to accept and to let go…
…but never to forget.
Perhaps, it is to show that human life is too precious to be tampered with – to prove a certain person wrong in his views of the world. In a way, I see myself in him. He is the personification of the desperation and the hopelessness that we all feel at one point in our lives – a tragic character indeed.
He was one of those that I failed to protect. One of those whom I broke an important promise to. Perhaps I am doing this for my own peace of mind. To assure myself that, maybe, just maybe, I managed to save a small part of him – the part of him that was human.
In the end, the boy died; but his untold story lived on.
- Shinn Asuka (17 November C.E. 76)
Author's Notes: The format of this fic, as you will see, will appear as if it was written by Shinn Asuka. Every chapter will be introduced with a pre-chapter of Shinn's experiences that will show the parallelism of both stories. Think of this fic as Gundam SEED/Destiny from the points of view of the villains/antagonists.
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Sources: gundamofficial (dot) com, gundams (dot) net, seedgenesis (dot) net,Haro-Haro & Tori-Tori fansubs, Hiro fansubs, SEED fansubs, forums at gundams (dot) net, and various sources.
Addendum: I have edited chapters one to three in the light of recent release of information.