Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ bLoOd dReaMs ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Shi-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst / Drama / Horror / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.28.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 315 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst / Drama / Horror / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.28.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 315 | Status: Completed
bLoOd dReaMs
-+ pARt 1 +-
Winter came early for the small town, frosting the secluded world in a thin layer of ice and chilling the blood of it's populace. Duo shivered as the crisp, biting wind ripped through his hair and thin black jacket. This abrupt change in temperature was unexpected, to say the least, and the braided teen had not had the time to buy himself a warmer coat. "Damned Maine weather," Duo muttered, pulling the thin black trench-coat tighter against his chilled flesh.
The young man sighed as he stepped through the gates of the school. To claim that Duo was out of place in such a setting as this prep-school style education facility would be like claiming that Bill Clinton had made a mistake when playing hanky-panky with Monica on his office desk. The braided boy was like a crow among doves, he stood out so.
Eyes watched him from all sides of the school yard as the boy in the black trenchcoat made his solemn way toward the school. They all stared, but not one of them dared do more than that and whisper.
He was crazy, they said. A complete loony.
He sees things, and they come true, they claimed. Don't mess with that one! You piss him off and who knows what he'll do to you!
He's a crackhead. Look at the way he dresses...
Duo ignored all their comments, trying not to care what people thought of him. So what if they thought he was crazy? Did having visions of horrible events before they occurred make one crazy? Did waking up every morning in a cold sweat, heart beating rapidly, stomach churning violently because one saw the horrific end to someone make the person that saw and woke crazy? Huh, well if it did, then Duo would gladly go join the other nuts in the nuthouse, but until then, here he was.
The young seer brush back his long bangs, silver and rainbow colored bracelets jingling as he did so, it was going to be another long day.
Quickly putting in the combination to his locker, Duo slung his last period books into his locker, tucking first and second class into his black backpack. He paused a moment to stare sadly at the papers and religious items that adorned the small space.
From the coat hanger hung a black beaded rosary, it's crucifix a shiny onyx with adornments of age blackened silver. On the back wall, along with a small cross and onyx backed pentacle, hung old news clippings.
'Three year old boy only survivor of deadly fire,' proclaimed the headline. 'Killed in the blaze were the child's father and grandmother. The boy has been transferred to his mother's custody.' A small image of the three year old boy rested next to the text of the article, broad smile on the child's face as he posed for the portrait studio camera. It was a horrible picture of him, horrible of them to put a smiling picture of him in an article about his family's death...
Duo sighed and shut the locker door, the first bell was about to ring, sending the preppy people swarming into the hallway to chat at their lockers until it was time to be fashionably late for class. Duo scowled, he wanted to be out of the hall before then so he hurried his way to his first class.
"Hey," called a black haired girl from her seat in the far corner. Navy blue eyes glittered at the braided boy as the girl waved a bangle covered arm at him. Duo nodded, twitching his nose to get the hair off it, to no use. "Sleep well?" Hilde asked, raising a black eyebrow at the pale boy.
"Hill, do I ever sleep well?"
"The answer would be: no, but a gal can hope right?"
Duo shrugged.
"Dreams again?" He nodded. "Want to tell?"
Duo shook his head. "I don't want to recall this morning's gruesome episode."
Hilde nodded, sitting back in her chair. The dark haired girl swung her booted feet up onto the desk, crossing them at the ankles. "Got any plans for--"
"Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo stood, turning to look at the principal. Mr. Raikes stood in the doorway, looking at the black-clad boy. "Yes, sir?" Duo asked, shaking the bangs from his eyes.
"I'd like you to take this young man under your wing for the day and show him our school." It was a polite command, not a request, but all the same.
"Sure," Duo said, shrugging. He wondered why, of all the preppy and popular students the principal could have chosen from, he, Duo Maxwell, "scary gothic boy," had been selected to show the new kid around.
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. Mr. Winner?"
Duo watched as the petit young man stepped into the doorway beside Mr. Raikes. The boy had pale skin and eerie ocean blue eyes. There was something about him that Duo couldn't quite place and it made the hairs on his neck rise. But the boy seemed pleasant enough.
"Duo Maxwell, this is Quatre Winner. Quatre, I hope you enjoy your time here at Ashland High. Good day, boys."
*
"... so then I grabbed him by the balls and held tight. He was squealing like a baby!" Hilde cackled, stabbing her barbequed 'ribs' with her fork.
"Ouch, Hill!" Duo winced, curling inward to protect himself from his bestfriend's wrath. The black haired girl just laughed. "That's just mean!"
"Mean smean! He deserved it! I didn't want his greasy hands pawing my ass!" She snorted indignantly. "Now he won't me puttin' them there!"
"Hilde, you're such a lady!" Duo crooned, rolling his eyes. Then yelped as he got punched in the shoulder. "Bitch," he sneered playfully.
"Got that right!" The braided boy giggled as Hilde puffed her small chest out proudly.
"So, Q," Duo said, wiping a tear from his eye. "What brings you to Maine from.... Where did you say you were from?"
"Transylvania," the blond informed him for the sixth time.
"Ah yeah, so what brings you all the way here?"
"My father's business... we travel quite a bit, I really hope I get to stay here a bit longer than the last place we relocated to," Quatre told him wistfully. "You guys are really nice to let me sit with you... I mean, you didn't have to, I'm new and all and well, I just really... thanks."
Duo chuckled. "No problem, Q! We're just surprised that you'd want to sit with us... I mean, we're the weirdoes of the school and all."
Quatre snickered. "You're no weirder than anyone else here... you're just a different weird."
"Yeah," Hilde said, "But here, Quatre, our kinda weird is a bad kinda weird."
"No use arguing, Hild," Duo said in dramatic resignation, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He's dead set on being our friend, no matter what horrible tales about us we lay bare before his innocent soul!"
The other two laughed at Duo's mockery. "Good one, Duo," Hilde said, clapping the braided boy on his back. "Shinigami hasn't lost his humor after all!"
"Shinigami?" Quatre asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's his nickname--"
Duo scowled at Hilde, face loosing all humor. "Don't worry 'bout it," he told Quatre, giving Hilde a significant look that said 'shut it, NOW' before turning on his heel and leaving the cafeteria.
*
"Duo," Hilde said, coming up the the boy standing at the locker. "Look, I'm sorry, Duo... I didn't know-- I shouldn't have said anything..." She sighed as the boy didn't even spare her a glance. "Forgive me?" No response. "Please?" An evil grin crossed her face.
Before Duo knew what hit him he was on the floor, Hilde sitting on his stomach, having his sides attacked. "Hill! I. Can't. Breathe!" He said between gasps for breath and boughts of laughter, as the petite girl continued to expertly tickle him to death.
"You give? Gonna forgive me now?" Hilde said, pausing to let the braided boy answer.
Duo nodded, still gasping for breath.
"Good," Hilde said, climbing off him and reaching a hand down to help him up.
"You are pure evil, Hilde Scherbeiker, pure, prime evil," he told her.
"Why than--"
A black cloud descended on Duo's vision, all sight and sound cut off.
'... You cannot kill me...'
'I will! You cannot be allowed to--'
'You can't stop me, Heero! No one can! I will complete the blood dream!'
'Never!'
Blood poured down his vision, sticky and metallic. Duo's stomach retched at the sickening scent of blood. Wind whistled in his ears and then--
-+ pARt 1 +-
Winter came early for the small town, frosting the secluded world in a thin layer of ice and chilling the blood of it's populace. Duo shivered as the crisp, biting wind ripped through his hair and thin black jacket. This abrupt change in temperature was unexpected, to say the least, and the braided teen had not had the time to buy himself a warmer coat. "Damned Maine weather," Duo muttered, pulling the thin black trench-coat tighter against his chilled flesh.
The young man sighed as he stepped through the gates of the school. To claim that Duo was out of place in such a setting as this prep-school style education facility would be like claiming that Bill Clinton had made a mistake when playing hanky-panky with Monica on his office desk. The braided boy was like a crow among doves, he stood out so.
Eyes watched him from all sides of the school yard as the boy in the black trenchcoat made his solemn way toward the school. They all stared, but not one of them dared do more than that and whisper.
He was crazy, they said. A complete loony.
He sees things, and they come true, they claimed. Don't mess with that one! You piss him off and who knows what he'll do to you!
He's a crackhead. Look at the way he dresses...
Duo ignored all their comments, trying not to care what people thought of him. So what if they thought he was crazy? Did having visions of horrible events before they occurred make one crazy? Did waking up every morning in a cold sweat, heart beating rapidly, stomach churning violently because one saw the horrific end to someone make the person that saw and woke crazy? Huh, well if it did, then Duo would gladly go join the other nuts in the nuthouse, but until then, here he was.
The young seer brush back his long bangs, silver and rainbow colored bracelets jingling as he did so, it was going to be another long day.
Quickly putting in the combination to his locker, Duo slung his last period books into his locker, tucking first and second class into his black backpack. He paused a moment to stare sadly at the papers and religious items that adorned the small space.
From the coat hanger hung a black beaded rosary, it's crucifix a shiny onyx with adornments of age blackened silver. On the back wall, along with a small cross and onyx backed pentacle, hung old news clippings.
'Three year old boy only survivor of deadly fire,' proclaimed the headline. 'Killed in the blaze were the child's father and grandmother. The boy has been transferred to his mother's custody.' A small image of the three year old boy rested next to the text of the article, broad smile on the child's face as he posed for the portrait studio camera. It was a horrible picture of him, horrible of them to put a smiling picture of him in an article about his family's death...
Duo sighed and shut the locker door, the first bell was about to ring, sending the preppy people swarming into the hallway to chat at their lockers until it was time to be fashionably late for class. Duo scowled, he wanted to be out of the hall before then so he hurried his way to his first class.
"Hey," called a black haired girl from her seat in the far corner. Navy blue eyes glittered at the braided boy as the girl waved a bangle covered arm at him. Duo nodded, twitching his nose to get the hair off it, to no use. "Sleep well?" Hilde asked, raising a black eyebrow at the pale boy.
"Hill, do I ever sleep well?"
"The answer would be: no, but a gal can hope right?"
Duo shrugged.
"Dreams again?" He nodded. "Want to tell?"
Duo shook his head. "I don't want to recall this morning's gruesome episode."
Hilde nodded, sitting back in her chair. The dark haired girl swung her booted feet up onto the desk, crossing them at the ankles. "Got any plans for--"
"Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo stood, turning to look at the principal. Mr. Raikes stood in the doorway, looking at the black-clad boy. "Yes, sir?" Duo asked, shaking the bangs from his eyes.
"I'd like you to take this young man under your wing for the day and show him our school." It was a polite command, not a request, but all the same.
"Sure," Duo said, shrugging. He wondered why, of all the preppy and popular students the principal could have chosen from, he, Duo Maxwell, "scary gothic boy," had been selected to show the new kid around.
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. Mr. Winner?"
Duo watched as the petit young man stepped into the doorway beside Mr. Raikes. The boy had pale skin and eerie ocean blue eyes. There was something about him that Duo couldn't quite place and it made the hairs on his neck rise. But the boy seemed pleasant enough.
"Duo Maxwell, this is Quatre Winner. Quatre, I hope you enjoy your time here at Ashland High. Good day, boys."
*
"... so then I grabbed him by the balls and held tight. He was squealing like a baby!" Hilde cackled, stabbing her barbequed 'ribs' with her fork.
"Ouch, Hill!" Duo winced, curling inward to protect himself from his bestfriend's wrath. The black haired girl just laughed. "That's just mean!"
"Mean smean! He deserved it! I didn't want his greasy hands pawing my ass!" She snorted indignantly. "Now he won't me puttin' them there!"
"Hilde, you're such a lady!" Duo crooned, rolling his eyes. Then yelped as he got punched in the shoulder. "Bitch," he sneered playfully.
"Got that right!" The braided boy giggled as Hilde puffed her small chest out proudly.
"So, Q," Duo said, wiping a tear from his eye. "What brings you to Maine from.... Where did you say you were from?"
"Transylvania," the blond informed him for the sixth time.
"Ah yeah, so what brings you all the way here?"
"My father's business... we travel quite a bit, I really hope I get to stay here a bit longer than the last place we relocated to," Quatre told him wistfully. "You guys are really nice to let me sit with you... I mean, you didn't have to, I'm new and all and well, I just really... thanks."
Duo chuckled. "No problem, Q! We're just surprised that you'd want to sit with us... I mean, we're the weirdoes of the school and all."
Quatre snickered. "You're no weirder than anyone else here... you're just a different weird."
"Yeah," Hilde said, "But here, Quatre, our kinda weird is a bad kinda weird."
"No use arguing, Hild," Duo said in dramatic resignation, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He's dead set on being our friend, no matter what horrible tales about us we lay bare before his innocent soul!"
The other two laughed at Duo's mockery. "Good one, Duo," Hilde said, clapping the braided boy on his back. "Shinigami hasn't lost his humor after all!"
"Shinigami?" Quatre asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's his nickname--"
Duo scowled at Hilde, face loosing all humor. "Don't worry 'bout it," he told Quatre, giving Hilde a significant look that said 'shut it, NOW' before turning on his heel and leaving the cafeteria.
*
"Duo," Hilde said, coming up the the boy standing at the locker. "Look, I'm sorry, Duo... I didn't know-- I shouldn't have said anything..." She sighed as the boy didn't even spare her a glance. "Forgive me?" No response. "Please?" An evil grin crossed her face.
Before Duo knew what hit him he was on the floor, Hilde sitting on his stomach, having his sides attacked. "Hill! I. Can't. Breathe!" He said between gasps for breath and boughts of laughter, as the petite girl continued to expertly tickle him to death.
"You give? Gonna forgive me now?" Hilde said, pausing to let the braided boy answer.
Duo nodded, still gasping for breath.
"Good," Hilde said, climbing off him and reaching a hand down to help him up.
"You are pure evil, Hilde Scherbeiker, pure, prime evil," he told her.
"Why than--"
A black cloud descended on Duo's vision, all sight and sound cut off.
'... You cannot kill me...'
'I will! You cannot be allowed to--'
'You can't stop me, Heero! No one can! I will complete the blood dream!'
'Never!'
Blood poured down his vision, sticky and metallic. Duo's stomach retched at the sickening scent of blood. Wind whistled in his ears and then--