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(note, this fic was loosely inspired by the induction of the Black Rose Duellists from Utena)
"He was always the popular one..." the boy started. "Always so much more talented than everyone else. But I couldn't hate him, because he was so nice..."
The man sat back. "Go on."
"I don't know when it started to change. I don't think he changed. Maybe that was part of the problem; we were at the age where we were expected to change. But he stayed the same, and...and I wanted to stay the same too. I wanted to be a little kid forever like him. But I couldn't, and *he* couldn't, but he *did*..."
"You were jealous..."
"I had to be! He was the perfect little kid...but we weren't little kids any more!" The boy's voice trembled, but the man could not tell if it was from sorrow or anger. Or perhaps both.
"Tell me more."
A pause. "...I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be the perfect child like him. But I couldn't, and I got mad. I got...got so mad...that I told him I didn't want to be his friend any more. And he...God, I couldn't believe it, he just..."
"Just what?"
"He stared at me with those big eyes of his, the stupidest expression you've ever seen on his face, and he said 'I understand. I'll be here when you change your mind.' I wanted to hit him, to smack him, to let him know that I *wouldn't* change my mind! I hate him! I hate him so much...!"
The man remained silent, knowing the final revelation was coming.
"...but I want to be like him."
A nod, as the man rose from his desk. "I think that's all I need to hear. It seems you have no choice but to join the way of the Rockets."
Gary always thought a black uniform suited him.
"He was always the popular one..." the boy started. "Always so much more talented than everyone else. But I couldn't hate him, because he was so nice..."
The man sat back. "Go on."
"I don't know when it started to change. I don't think he changed. Maybe that was part of the problem; we were at the age where we were expected to change. But he stayed the same, and...and I wanted to stay the same too. I wanted to be a little kid forever like him. But I couldn't, and *he* couldn't, but he *did*..."
"You were jealous..."
"I had to be! He was the perfect little kid...but we weren't little kids any more!" The boy's voice trembled, but the man could not tell if it was from sorrow or anger. Or perhaps both.
"Tell me more."
A pause. "...I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be the perfect child like him. But I couldn't, and I got mad. I got...got so mad...that I told him I didn't want to be his friend any more. And he...God, I couldn't believe it, he just..."
"Just what?"
"He stared at me with those big eyes of his, the stupidest expression you've ever seen on his face, and he said 'I understand. I'll be here when you change your mind.' I wanted to hit him, to smack him, to let him know that I *wouldn't* change my mind! I hate him! I hate him so much...!"
The man remained silent, knowing the final revelation was coming.
"...but I want to be like him."
A nod, as the man rose from his desk. "I think that's all I need to hear. It seems you have no choice but to join the way of the Rockets."
Gary always thought a black uniform suited him.