Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of an Undead Soldier ❯ Dreams ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

Dreams

 

“Come and dance an endless waltz with me, Wufei.” Wufei looked at the hand Treize extended towards him, noting that the fingers were not clad in their typical white glove, or any glove for that matter. Smiling softly, Wufei met the handsome blue eyes that implored him and then reached out to clutch the long, strong fingers.

 

“It would be an honor Treize.” Treize smiled in return and slowly pulled Wufei towards him. It was then that Treize's dark blue tuxedo disappeared and was replaced with Treize's uniform. Wufei found himself back in his tank top and white silk pants, staring at the Tallgeese from the cockpit of Nataku. Wufei was weaving in and out of mobile suits with Treize, destroying suits and dolls left and right. All the while he kept half an eye on Treize, unsure.

 

“War is an endless waltz, Wufei. It only begins, but it never ends. All that one can do is hang on for the ride.” Wufei stared at the image of Treize on the screen before his face, not sure what to do or say.

 

“Treize…we don't need speeches right now, we need strength and courage…” Wufei, despite his own words, couldn't suppress a small gulp of fear.

 

“I'm sorry Wufei. We have all had courage, and seen it, but my time comes now.” Just then, Wufei saw several mobile suits swooping down on Treize. Treize just smiled, Wufei still watching Treize and the Tallgeese. “I knew I would lose, Wufei.” Treize nodded softly before the screen went blank and Wufei watched as Treize tried to get through the impenetrable wall of suits and dolls only to have the Tallgeese blasted and, finally, Wufei watched in silent horror as the Tallgeese exploded in a blaze, causing Nataku to fly backwards a bit.

 

“TREIZE!” Wufei jerked awake in a cold sweat after shouting the name of the OZ leader. Moments later the four other pilots came tumbling into his room. Trowa sat on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders, smoothing black hair from the tanned features of the Asian.

 

“It's okay Wufei, it was just a dream.” Duo and Heero both stood back, Duo clearly worried while Heero just kept his arms around Duo's shoulders. It was just the small twitch of his fingers that showed he was feeling anything besides indifference. Quatre showed up a moment later, having went to Wufei's adjoining bathroom, with a cool cloth and sat on the opposite to Trowa, gently sponging the cloth over Wufei's face and neck.

 

“You had another one of those dreams, didn't you Wufei?” Quatre spoke softly near Wufei's ear, receiving a rather surprised glare from black eyes.

 

“What do you mean? `Another one of those dreams'?” Quatre laughed softly and shook his head, continuing to sponge cool water onto Wufei's sweat-covered forehead.

 

“You know very well what I mean Chang Wufei.” Quatre's voice sounded like that of a scolding mother and it made Wufei snarl softly.

 

“I'm afraid I don't.” Wufei then looked pointedly at Heero and Duo, noting that Duo appeared concerned, as he always did in such situations. Quatre and Trowa locked gazes for a moment before nodding softly. Trowa turned to Duo and Heero, his face its normal, emotionless mask.

 

“Heero, Duo, you two can go back to bed, Quatre and I have this under control. We'll see you in the morning.” Trowa's voice was pointed and Heero nodded softly, turning to leave. Duo, however, wouldn't be so easily swayed. He didn't care if Heero left, but he wanted to help Wufei.

 

“Why can't we stay and help Wufei? He's our friend too you know.” Quatre sighed softly and shook his head, speaking without looking at Duo.

 

“Duo, you know this has happened before and I can't get Wufei to talk about it with you two around. Can you please go?!” Duo paused, looking at Wufei, who was glaring at him, before nodding softly and following Heero out of the room and down the hallway only after closing the door with a sharp snap. Once they were gone, Quatre saw that Wufei had relaxed a little bit, but was shaking nonetheless. “Okay Chang, spill.” It always surprised Trowa when Quatre started calling Wufei by his last name, but it always seemed to work.

 

“It was a different dream this time, a new one.”

 

“But Treize died in it? Just like with all the others?”

 

“Yes, Treize did die, as always. This time he was ganged up on by many suits and dolls before exploding. I had to watch the entire thing, as always. And the dream had started out to seem so nice…he offered me a dance…” Wufei bowed his head dejectedly running a shaking hand through his hair. These dreams always did mess with every bit of his control.

 

“A dance, Wufei?” Trowa shared a rather confused look with Quatre. For the past four years Wufei had been having horrible dreams, at least 90% of them involving the death of Treize Kushrenada in varying ways and at the hands of various people. Once it was a dream where he, Wufei, killed Treize. Another was Zechs killing the OZ leader. Wufei had never thought there was so many ways for one man to die…but his dreams proved him wrong. Wufei nodded at Trowa's question, not looking up again as he spoke.

 

“He…an endless waltz…” Wufei shook his head sadly. “It's been almost four years now…I'll go to his grave in a few days and pay my respects.”

 

“Wufei, did you ever think that maybe you should just try to forget about him?”

 

“Don't you think I've tried Quatre?! Meditating has helped none! I CAN'T forget him! If I could, I probably would! But…” Wufei looked at his katana, which hung on a rack on his wall, remembering the day he had met Treize on his ship and was defeated at the end of Treize's blade. It almost made him smile to remember it. Why couldn't he have lost the second battle?

 

“You don't want to forget, do you Wufei?” Wufei's eyes shot to Quatre, widened in surprise. He composed himself, snarling softly.

 

“Of course I want to forget! Do you think I like these dreams?!” Quatre just smirked knowingly and gave Wufei a quick hug, running his fingers through the loose black hair.

 

“Okay, I won't bother you about it. You may not want to tell me, but I'm sure Treize would listen to you, wherever he is.” Quatre motioned to Trowa and stood up, Trowa following suit and the two left Wufei's room without another word. Wufei watched them leave and then lay back on his bed with a soft sigh. He soon fell asleep again and no dreams came back to haunt him that night…