Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ By The Light... ❯ drifting in seas of warped perceptions ( Chapter 24 )

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By The Light…

A Fanfic by Lady Lye

Chapter Twenty-Four: drifting in seas of warped perceptions

Copyright 2001

Idea suggested and consulting/editing by Mako-chan

Disclaimer: Don't own GW *sob* Don't own SM *sob again* but I do own- KATAKU! My keyboard!! BWAHAHA! *laughs in Wufei's face* Take THAT annoying Justice Boy!!

Note: I scramble names a tad… Japanese- English- what's the dif? Some of each all mixed together to create MY Universe…

Other Note: SM time; after Super S but before Stars since the manga's not all out. ^__^ GW time; um, we're gonna mess with this A LOT. They're comrades living together w/ the Winner's I dunno if they have gundam but it remains to be seen… Just go with the flow, k? All will be revealed eventually…

Ok, it seems quite a few people are confused with this whole Heero thing... um, well, if you guessed love triangle, you were right! I'm hoping more of the mystery will be explained here, but remember, sometimes you're supposed to be confused. It wouldn't be much of a myster otherwise, would it? And then it would be boring because you'd know exactly what was going to happen. If I'm vague at times, its on purpose. If it frustrates you, I apologize. I think I should maybe do a BTL FAQs ^^;



XXIV

The sun had set hours ago, and now the last fireflies of the season fluttered about, lost, knowing the cold was rapidly approaching. Trees surrounded the area, isolating it from the rest of the world. Crickets chirruped quietly, also feeling chill seep into their small limbs already.

They fell silent as footfalls approached, then passed, and they began again tentatively. Leather boots, they tread softly over the grass, and finally stopped as they came within sight of the river.

A sweeping willow sat on the bank, branches trailing like fingers in the water, and the sand disappeared within them. The land extended some distance away to end in massive black and jagged rocks, and beyond them… the sea.

Treize stood still, waiting and watching while the moon rose behind him. Then he saw it. A disturbance on the water's surface, far away, so slight as to make the watcher second-guess themselves. He remained still, eyes never leaving the water, and then- there it was again. Closer this time, a little bigger, a little hesitant… then it disappeared with a certain determination and excitement, leaving ripples behind.

Then a large fishtail flipped out of the water for a fraction of a second and vanished.

That was his cue. He walked forward to the water, stopping several feet away.

A splash erupted from the water as something burst forth, but he never flinched. As the water sprayed, gold flew with it, changed silver in the moonlight. Soft, pale arms came out to grip the sand and pull herself on shore, long fishtail trailing in the water. A mermaid.

She shook her head, making her hair fly and spray water on the sand, and she reached up to smooth it into some kind of order. Tiny, delicate fins, like scaly bracelets at her wrist flashed in the dim starlight as she moved, reflecting as did her blue tail. The tail itself began high on her hips, scooping down well below her bellybutton in more fin-ish frills. Her scales were navy, overlaid by a shimmer of cerulean until they came to their apex and spawned into twin, member-thin fins, wider than her hips. As she pulled her hair off her shoulders, it was revealed that the frilled scales on her wrists actually traced a thin line up her arms, making patterns on her shoulders, and then came down to surround what were her breasts. Finally satisfied with herself, she turned then to look at him, and her eyes were the color of her tail.

"Relena," Treize said clearly, having not moved throughout this.

"Treize," disappointment read clearly on her face and in the drooping of her fins. Treize alone again.

He saw it clearly, and tried to make his tone gentle. "I promised you that if he lived, I would find him again, Lena."

"It's been a thousand years since what happened…" she murmured sorrowfully, all hope lost. "Give up, Treize. I appreciate what you've done for me, but… there's so little chance now," long lashes dropped.

"Dear lady, how can you say that?" he walked forward and knelt before her to look her in the eye.

"Because I have no more hope!" she pushed off into the water and sank beneath the surface like a stone.

"Relena!" he stood, hoping she wouldn't be stupid enough to attempt to drown herself. Relief washed over him when after a moment he saw her murky form push off the bottom and swim back out to sea. To catch her attention, he kicked a small stone into the water, and unwillingly, she resurfaced, halfway to the river's opening onto the ocean. "I won't give up."

"Do whatever you like," she whispered hoarsely, and if it were possible for mermaids to cry, he would swear he saw them in her eyes before she plunged back under.

He watched the waves until he was sure she had disappeared to whatever grotto it was she had found. "Have I told you how close I am, cousin?" his voice was a faint whisper on the breeze. "Perhaps… it's kinder not to get her hopes up… Perhaps she is right, and this fruitless search is all for naught… but a knight can never abandon his quest." He disappeared into the trees.

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In the midst of the bustling city that seemed a world away; hidden deep within the recesses of a luxurious, quiet neighborhood; buried deeper still inside the sparse, dark room somewhere on the second story of a mansion; a man tossed and turned in his sleep.



He couldn't see her face, not really, but he could feel her skin beneath his fingertips. It was smooth and cool and reminded him of the mosaics in the Boatmasters' Guild Hall.

"You, my heart, are a mermaid." He could feel her hair spilling through his fingertips- and then with the wrench of dreamtime, it was gone from his touch and he had already forgotten what color it was…

His beloved… No, Beloved…







"Heero, don't say those things!" she flung herself at him and clung to his arm, practically sobbing. He wondered dimly if it was just the smoke making her eyes tear, and blinked and found his nearly the same. "It doesn't make sense now, I know, but think of it- think of the future, Heero! A glorious, glorious future! With me by your side, and together against the Universe! It will be beautiful Heero, I know it will-!"

"Don't touch me!" he wrenched her off, truly sickened now. His soul howled into the rapidly approaching night; a cry of pain from a wounded animal. Beloved! "Don't- Get away from me!" any moment he would retch, and he couldn't stand to think of this bitch putting her hands on him to try to comfort him.

"Heero-!"

"NO!"





No& hellip;

"NO!" Heero sat up in bed, wide-awake at last and sweating profusely. He could still taste and smell the reek of burning buildings in his mouth, and his heart raced within his chest, ready to fight an enemy that wasn't there. He panted, the unlit room around him slowly coming into focus as familiar shapes.

He swallowed hard, gaining control over himself at last, and realized he had the sheets clutched in a death grip between his fingers. He slowly pried them loose and winced at the ache that came from overstretched muscles. He heaved a sigh and looked up out his window at the sky. The moon was mere sliver, just enough to cast enough light into his room so he could make out the desk on the other side of the room.

Suddenly feeling dizzy, his hand went automatically to prop his head up, where sweat was already cooling. "Beloved?" he whispered.

The dream has come before, at first so short and insignificant that he had ignored it. But it had returned and gotten longer and more detailed, and instead of making its meaning clearer- it only made him more confused.

"Who- is my beloved?" he murmured softly into the darkness. There was no one to hear him; it didn't appear anyone had heard his tortured cry.

The blurred and shadowed image of the young woman clinging to him in his dream made him shudder. That twisted creature couldn't be his beloved- could she?

For that matter… since when had he had a beloved?

Heero had no lovers. His friends were a limited and select group. He did not venture out, and he did not socialize much. Yet something in him knew with certainty that when he had spoken 'beloved' in his dream… it had been to name someone he loved.

He growled hoarsely and ran his hand through his bangs. "Why can I not understand? What do these dreams mean?" The moon gave him no answers.

"You, my heart, are a mermaid."

A mermaid…

Ami smiled to him from behind her thin wire glasses in his minds' eye. It was a replay from a study session, sparked by something Mina had said. He cherished that memory.

He felt inexplicably drawn towards the water.

Of all the people he had ever met, none spoke to him so plainly of water.

"Ami…"



"Oh- you like Monet?" Ami blinked, setting the tray down.

"Monet? Oh, yes. I love his work," Heero put the book down self-consciously.

"Yes, I love the way he depicts water," Ami agreed.



"She is like…"



Duo leaned against the kitchen counter, delving into his memory. "Yeah, I went to the gym-"

"You joined a gym?"

Shrug. "Had to. They wouldn't let me use the pool otherwise. There were these three chicks there- two of 'em were racing… They were faster'n any swimmers I've ever seen. One of 'em had blue hair. Pretty eyes. Thin, nice curves. Seemed nervous, though."



Why hadn't he recognized the description before? Clearly that was the same Ami he had met with Mina… Ami who had bandaged his wounds and come to be comfortable enough with him to smile at him.

Yes, she reminded him strongly of water.



He could feel her skin beneath his fingertips. It was smooth and cool and reminded him of the mosaics in the Boatmasters' Guild Hall.



He had no doubt Ami's skin would feel the same way.



"You, my heart, are a mermaid."



Finally satisfied that he had some course of action to take, Heero was unable to sleep another wink the entire night.





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*slams head on table* Ya know, I love that you can do this kind of thing with Heero, but sometimes that's exactly what frustrates me because he can be SUCH A MORON sometimes. >.
Right, so, that's another part of the puzzle for you! Hope ya enjoyed!

Oh yeah and I suck at Treize's lil speeches. ^^; I think I've been zoning out too much during those... (*Lady, watching old eps* /Hey, Treize is in front of a mic again, ok time to paint nails.../)

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