Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eternity Reborn ❯ Chapter 2: A Good Meal and Some New Clothes ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Xander B 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.23.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Supernatural / Romance / Fantasy / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.23.2007 | Updated On: 07.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
Eternity Reborn
Chapter 2: A Good Meal and Some New Clothes
(Duo)
I looked into the mirror now that I was finally alone. I had been listening to the relentless drivel of several of the idiotic inbreeds until I had become utterly fed up with the endless and meaningless chatter and ripped one of their heads from their body viciously. I guess you could say, I was a little grouchy since I'd been woken up earlier than I'd planned. Id only agreed to come with them in the first place because I was curious as to who would dare to impersonate my beloved. I hadn't come here as their new friend. They needed to realize who was in charge now. And that would be me. After all, Shinigami bowed down to no one.
I gazed at my reflection in disgust. I appeared sickly and ugly. My hair was ragged and hung limply from my head, clinging to my thin skull with thousand year old dust on it. My lips were a purple-ish colour and chapped like you wouldn't believe. My eyes looked hollow and sad, sunken in, in their sockets like that of a corpse. My skin was a sallow colour and seemed almost transparent in its sick pallor. My clothes hung torn and covered in mold and dust. I was thinner than I remembered, so much so that I looked ill.
I could not stand to look at myself. How far had I fallen? The years had hit me hard. I turned as the door opened, ready to rip whoever the stupid inbreed was to shreds. I stopped dead as I laid eyes on a beautiful blond boy, wearing light green-coloured robes that trailed past his feet and onto the floor. He did not seem to notice that I was in the room as he laid freshly laundered towels and linen on the bed silently. There was a magenta tattoo on the back of his neck. A Seer?! I gasped. Seers were said to be extinct, long since out bred. The tattoo wound its way into the strands of blond hair at the nape of the boy's neck and well past his shoulders if I was not mistaken. I imagined that the birthmark actually wound its way over his shoulders and back all the way down his chest to his stomach and onto his thighs.
I'd once seen a portrait of a Seer when I was younger. Their markings were incredibly intricate and beautiful, covering most of their bodies as though they were tattooed there, but in reality, they'd been born with them. I hadn't seen a Seer since well before I slept and wondered idly if I had gone mad and was hallucinating. I watched him for a moment before speaking.
"I did not realize there were any Seers left," I spoke smoothly, my voice hanging in the air melodically. At least I had regained my old voice. He turned towards me, his pale blue-green eyes blinking, unseeing in the direction of my voice. There was a reddish purple symbol on his forehead depicting that he was indeed a Seer. There had not been a true Seer for over 120 years before I had slept eternally. Yet, here was a real live one, standing right in front of me.
"Hello, Duo," he replied softly with a lovely, gentle smile playing on his pink lips. I did not reprimand him for calling me by my first name nor did I plan to. A Seer was bound by an ancient magic. It was practically asking the devil to take your soul by killing one. They were allowed to do as they pleased and were known to have terrible tempers when they were offended, even in the slightest. They looked harmless, being mistaken for weak because of their blindness, but I knew better. I'd researched them years ago. Seers were known to develop a heightened sense of awareness to the objects around them. They could see on a molecular level, so to speak. Call it a kind of psychic eye, if you will. They were, none-the-less, not to be underestimated in any way.
"I am Quatre Raberba Winner and you are quite correct in your assumption. Seers were believed to be extinct, so to speak. My mother, you see, came from a long bloodline that had once been the only existing bloodline of Seers. Although over time, it seemed to be bred out of our family, it seems that the gift was still carried through the generations. And though my mother, herself was not a Seer, she held the gift within her and so passed it on to me when she died giving birth to me. I may well be the very last of my race," he recited as if the information had been ingrained into him. I blinked in thought at the new information revealed to me and filed it away for another time.
"I see. It must be a difficult existence," I said in quiet understanding. He shrugged as he straightened the new bed linens and turned them down for me. I looked at the large bed for a moment and felt a slight shudder run through me. It looked almost identical to the four-poster oak bed my beloved and I had once shared. At once, tears began to blur my eyes as I saw blood-stained white satin and then the sallow face of my dead lover. My breath quivered as I forcefully fought the tears and impending sobs.
"Is something troubling you Duo? About Heero?" Quatre asked in an earnest almost whispering, wistful tone. I saw red. I had him pinned against the wall before I knew it, his feet dangling nearly two feet off of the ground. My fangs flashing and my eyes burning with remembered grief and rage. How dare he speak of my Heero?! Quatre gasped, but did not struggle. My vision came back to me and I realized what I had done.
"I-I'm sorry. I did not mean to--" I began. I struggled for words as the possible consequences of my actions crashed through my mind.
"Not to worry. He was and still is very important to you. I don't blame you for your reactions. I would probably have done the same if I could have someone to evoke such emotions in me, but sadly it is not so," he replied in the same wistful tone, straightening his robes as though nothing had taken place. His eyes looked sadly at me and my sleeping heart actually ached for him.
Seers were also bound to live in solitude, never feeling the touch of another. They were unloved because of their strange and unknown powers, forbidden by prejudice and time to experience love, physically or emotionally on a deepened level as humans and even some vampires did. They could not read or see their own futures, only those of others and so they could never pursue love beyond that of those who were courageous enough to befriend them. They were bound to serve others and not to live for themselves. It was just not written for them in the stars. What a sad existence, indeed.
"That is indeed a sad fate. I am sorry," I apologized earnestly, shaking my head sadly at his melancholy eyes. He sighed.
"It is not your fault. Destiny is both cruel and wonderful. I pay solitude as a price for the gift that she has bestowed upon me. It is just the way things are. Do not fret or upset yourself over it. Now then, enough of this. I believe you need some new clothing and some good food, yes?" he questioned, suddenly perking up and changing the subject. I nodded slowly, forgetting that he could not see the gesture. It did not matter anyway for he led me from the room without another word. I didn't even think to ponder how he could lead me so easily. I just assumed it was the molecular vision.
"The black looks nice on you Duo," Quatre complimented in a matter of fact tone, his eyes set on me unblinkingly. I raised an eyebrow curiously.
"And how may I ask, would you know?" I inquired, amusedly. He grinned.
"I am channeling my powers through you and seeing through your eyes as you look into the mirror," he replied as though it were something he did everyday and I supposed it was. I was a little surprised, but got over it quickly. He smiled that same soft smile I'd been becoming accustomed to. I glanced at myself once more in the mirror. He was right. The sleek black of the leather suited my body perfectly. I liked the way the black contrasted to the white of my skin and I liked the tight restriction that the leather material provided. These clothes were new to me, but I liked them.
Many things had changed since the last time I'd been awake. It was going to take some getting used to. These interestingly, large beasts they called cars were completely unheard of until now. I had been woken in an era I could be lost in. At least the language was not nearly as complicated as some of the inventions I would be using. Quatre introduced me to some new things that I quite enjoyed like the shower, which I had used after some quiet coaxing. I'd been a little weary of the silver head that shot the heated water over my body. Quatre had to explain that there were things called water heaters that were in the bowels of the house and kept the water heated all of the time and that all I had to do was turn the knobs until I was comfortable with the temperature of the stream before using the shower. He also explained that there were new products that had been made to help with washing, things called shampoo and conditioner which gave my hair its old shine back. He also introduced me to a contraption that I would have died for in the past, the toothbrush. How had no one in my era come up with such a wonderful invention?
After I'd cleaned, primped and polished myself for a few hours and was satisfied with the results, Quatre took me into a kitchen somewhere in the depths of the large mansion. I made a mental map in my head and memorized the way that we came in order to get here, for reference later. Quatre got me some sweet fruits and rich blood-wine that was chilled to perfection before he led me to a dining area. I smiled as I ate my meal, sitting with him amicably at the large dining table with comfortable seats. I already felt better, more like my old self, except for the non-existent beating of my heart.
"Quatre," I beckoned from the room I sat in. He entered the room only mere moments after I'd called.
"Yes?" he answered softly, watching me with eyes that should not see.
"Let's go out somewhere," I suggested, my voice taking on an almost excited edge. I wanted to see the daylight once more and more of the new world around me. Quatre looked slightly confused.
"I don't know if Miss Relena would be pleased if we did. She wants to speak with you again and if you leave, she may think you're not coming back," he replied seriously, nibbling on a fingertip in thought. I nearly growled. Oh yes, that stupid, annoying woman. At least she was not as dense as some of her followers. She at least knew when to leave me be. I breathed in heavily.
"Fine. Lead the way and I'll speak with her," I agreed finally. Quatre nodded slightly and turned to lead the way out of the sitting room we'd been in.
I supposed that at least she'd be able to tell me where to find this new 'Heero Yuy' she'd spoken of before. Then, I could search for him. Once I found him though, he would pay dearly for his cruel and offensive impersonation of my beloved. Very dearly, indeed.
TBC...
Same old, same old, R&R please. Or I may not write anymore. I'm having fun with this fic so far, I think Heero and Duo will meet soon. ^_^ It will be amusing to say the least. Anyway let me know if you would like me to continue. Also any suggestions are welcome. Thanx and much love!
*HUGGLES*
Angel
Chapter 2: A Good Meal and Some New Clothes
(Duo)
I looked into the mirror now that I was finally alone. I had been listening to the relentless drivel of several of the idiotic inbreeds until I had become utterly fed up with the endless and meaningless chatter and ripped one of their heads from their body viciously. I guess you could say, I was a little grouchy since I'd been woken up earlier than I'd planned. Id only agreed to come with them in the first place because I was curious as to who would dare to impersonate my beloved. I hadn't come here as their new friend. They needed to realize who was in charge now. And that would be me. After all, Shinigami bowed down to no one.
I gazed at my reflection in disgust. I appeared sickly and ugly. My hair was ragged and hung limply from my head, clinging to my thin skull with thousand year old dust on it. My lips were a purple-ish colour and chapped like you wouldn't believe. My eyes looked hollow and sad, sunken in, in their sockets like that of a corpse. My skin was a sallow colour and seemed almost transparent in its sick pallor. My clothes hung torn and covered in mold and dust. I was thinner than I remembered, so much so that I looked ill.
I could not stand to look at myself. How far had I fallen? The years had hit me hard. I turned as the door opened, ready to rip whoever the stupid inbreed was to shreds. I stopped dead as I laid eyes on a beautiful blond boy, wearing light green-coloured robes that trailed past his feet and onto the floor. He did not seem to notice that I was in the room as he laid freshly laundered towels and linen on the bed silently. There was a magenta tattoo on the back of his neck. A Seer?! I gasped. Seers were said to be extinct, long since out bred. The tattoo wound its way into the strands of blond hair at the nape of the boy's neck and well past his shoulders if I was not mistaken. I imagined that the birthmark actually wound its way over his shoulders and back all the way down his chest to his stomach and onto his thighs.
I'd once seen a portrait of a Seer when I was younger. Their markings were incredibly intricate and beautiful, covering most of their bodies as though they were tattooed there, but in reality, they'd been born with them. I hadn't seen a Seer since well before I slept and wondered idly if I had gone mad and was hallucinating. I watched him for a moment before speaking.
"I did not realize there were any Seers left," I spoke smoothly, my voice hanging in the air melodically. At least I had regained my old voice. He turned towards me, his pale blue-green eyes blinking, unseeing in the direction of my voice. There was a reddish purple symbol on his forehead depicting that he was indeed a Seer. There had not been a true Seer for over 120 years before I had slept eternally. Yet, here was a real live one, standing right in front of me.
"Hello, Duo," he replied softly with a lovely, gentle smile playing on his pink lips. I did not reprimand him for calling me by my first name nor did I plan to. A Seer was bound by an ancient magic. It was practically asking the devil to take your soul by killing one. They were allowed to do as they pleased and were known to have terrible tempers when they were offended, even in the slightest. They looked harmless, being mistaken for weak because of their blindness, but I knew better. I'd researched them years ago. Seers were known to develop a heightened sense of awareness to the objects around them. They could see on a molecular level, so to speak. Call it a kind of psychic eye, if you will. They were, none-the-less, not to be underestimated in any way.
"I am Quatre Raberba Winner and you are quite correct in your assumption. Seers were believed to be extinct, so to speak. My mother, you see, came from a long bloodline that had once been the only existing bloodline of Seers. Although over time, it seemed to be bred out of our family, it seems that the gift was still carried through the generations. And though my mother, herself was not a Seer, she held the gift within her and so passed it on to me when she died giving birth to me. I may well be the very last of my race," he recited as if the information had been ingrained into him. I blinked in thought at the new information revealed to me and filed it away for another time.
"I see. It must be a difficult existence," I said in quiet understanding. He shrugged as he straightened the new bed linens and turned them down for me. I looked at the large bed for a moment and felt a slight shudder run through me. It looked almost identical to the four-poster oak bed my beloved and I had once shared. At once, tears began to blur my eyes as I saw blood-stained white satin and then the sallow face of my dead lover. My breath quivered as I forcefully fought the tears and impending sobs.
"Is something troubling you Duo? About Heero?" Quatre asked in an earnest almost whispering, wistful tone. I saw red. I had him pinned against the wall before I knew it, his feet dangling nearly two feet off of the ground. My fangs flashing and my eyes burning with remembered grief and rage. How dare he speak of my Heero?! Quatre gasped, but did not struggle. My vision came back to me and I realized what I had done.
"I-I'm sorry. I did not mean to--" I began. I struggled for words as the possible consequences of my actions crashed through my mind.
"Not to worry. He was and still is very important to you. I don't blame you for your reactions. I would probably have done the same if I could have someone to evoke such emotions in me, but sadly it is not so," he replied in the same wistful tone, straightening his robes as though nothing had taken place. His eyes looked sadly at me and my sleeping heart actually ached for him.
Seers were also bound to live in solitude, never feeling the touch of another. They were unloved because of their strange and unknown powers, forbidden by prejudice and time to experience love, physically or emotionally on a deepened level as humans and even some vampires did. They could not read or see their own futures, only those of others and so they could never pursue love beyond that of those who were courageous enough to befriend them. They were bound to serve others and not to live for themselves. It was just not written for them in the stars. What a sad existence, indeed.
"That is indeed a sad fate. I am sorry," I apologized earnestly, shaking my head sadly at his melancholy eyes. He sighed.
"It is not your fault. Destiny is both cruel and wonderful. I pay solitude as a price for the gift that she has bestowed upon me. It is just the way things are. Do not fret or upset yourself over it. Now then, enough of this. I believe you need some new clothing and some good food, yes?" he questioned, suddenly perking up and changing the subject. I nodded slowly, forgetting that he could not see the gesture. It did not matter anyway for he led me from the room without another word. I didn't even think to ponder how he could lead me so easily. I just assumed it was the molecular vision.
"The black looks nice on you Duo," Quatre complimented in a matter of fact tone, his eyes set on me unblinkingly. I raised an eyebrow curiously.
"And how may I ask, would you know?" I inquired, amusedly. He grinned.
"I am channeling my powers through you and seeing through your eyes as you look into the mirror," he replied as though it were something he did everyday and I supposed it was. I was a little surprised, but got over it quickly. He smiled that same soft smile I'd been becoming accustomed to. I glanced at myself once more in the mirror. He was right. The sleek black of the leather suited my body perfectly. I liked the way the black contrasted to the white of my skin and I liked the tight restriction that the leather material provided. These clothes were new to me, but I liked them.
Many things had changed since the last time I'd been awake. It was going to take some getting used to. These interestingly, large beasts they called cars were completely unheard of until now. I had been woken in an era I could be lost in. At least the language was not nearly as complicated as some of the inventions I would be using. Quatre introduced me to some new things that I quite enjoyed like the shower, which I had used after some quiet coaxing. I'd been a little weary of the silver head that shot the heated water over my body. Quatre had to explain that there were things called water heaters that were in the bowels of the house and kept the water heated all of the time and that all I had to do was turn the knobs until I was comfortable with the temperature of the stream before using the shower. He also explained that there were new products that had been made to help with washing, things called shampoo and conditioner which gave my hair its old shine back. He also introduced me to a contraption that I would have died for in the past, the toothbrush. How had no one in my era come up with such a wonderful invention?
After I'd cleaned, primped and polished myself for a few hours and was satisfied with the results, Quatre took me into a kitchen somewhere in the depths of the large mansion. I made a mental map in my head and memorized the way that we came in order to get here, for reference later. Quatre got me some sweet fruits and rich blood-wine that was chilled to perfection before he led me to a dining area. I smiled as I ate my meal, sitting with him amicably at the large dining table with comfortable seats. I already felt better, more like my old self, except for the non-existent beating of my heart.
"Quatre," I beckoned from the room I sat in. He entered the room only mere moments after I'd called.
"Yes?" he answered softly, watching me with eyes that should not see.
"Let's go out somewhere," I suggested, my voice taking on an almost excited edge. I wanted to see the daylight once more and more of the new world around me. Quatre looked slightly confused.
"I don't know if Miss Relena would be pleased if we did. She wants to speak with you again and if you leave, she may think you're not coming back," he replied seriously, nibbling on a fingertip in thought. I nearly growled. Oh yes, that stupid, annoying woman. At least she was not as dense as some of her followers. She at least knew when to leave me be. I breathed in heavily.
"Fine. Lead the way and I'll speak with her," I agreed finally. Quatre nodded slightly and turned to lead the way out of the sitting room we'd been in.
I supposed that at least she'd be able to tell me where to find this new 'Heero Yuy' she'd spoken of before. Then, I could search for him. Once I found him though, he would pay dearly for his cruel and offensive impersonation of my beloved. Very dearly, indeed.
TBC...
Same old, same old, R&R please. Or I may not write anymore. I'm having fun with this fic so far, I think Heero and Duo will meet soon. ^_^ It will be amusing to say the least. Anyway let me know if you would like me to continue. Also any suggestions are welcome. Thanx and much love!
*HUGGLES*
Angel