Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Is there really such a thing as Dreaming? ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Is there really such a thing as Dreaming?

Author: Skeren Dreamera

Archive: http://www.gundam-wing-fanfiction.net/

Category: Yaoi/Shounen ai, Fantasy, Partially AU

Pairings: None until future chapters.

Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing! I do however own all original themes, names and characters created over the course of this story!

Rating: R until further notice.

Warnings: Supernatural, Blood

Spoilers: None

Feedback: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you could no longer tell what was really a dream and what was reality? And if so, have you ever wondered if there really was such a thing as dreams in the first place? Some people have, indeed, wondered. Other people have lived their answer. This time, a set of intertwined lives have decided that they were tired of dreams, and made the mistake of doing something about it. Unfortunately, they didn't realize that control was theirs all along.

-It was dark. Then again it was always dark at this time of night.

The shadows seemed to deepen around the figure as they set up their trap. The prey will be caught. Personal feelings didn't matter, only obligation. Only the shadows. Pale hands wove a spell as the caster cried, silent tears escaping their eyes as they forced themselves to be free from the figure who did not want them to escape. One pale moonbeam filtered in from the left of the figure, catching the glimmer of the lonely tears. The person didn't see that they weren't alone. They didn't know to quiet their rapid heartbeat or frantic thoughts.

They focused on the darkness, hiding behind it as they did what was demanded. The black suit didn't hide the lithe figure from the eyes that were watching it. Didn't hide the familiar lines that had only the day before been loved. The watcher closed their eyes for just a moment, but it was enough. That one little move brought a stop to the spell too suddenly. The watcher's eyes reopened on the caster, to find the eyes were looking back.

More tears now, and a knife was drawn, an apology was seen on their lips, even as they lunged, the blade biting deep into the watcher's side, because all they did was hold their arms wide open for the blow. -*

Duo snapped awake, his breathing harsh in the darkness of the dorm room as he stifled back a scream of pain. He sat up quickly, woken harshly from the dream. The action had Heero reacting to his movement, his Prussian blue eyes open and flicking around the room. Duo himself looked down at his chest, his hands shaking as he slowly moved them to the place on his side that hurt, the dream of a moment before becoming more vivid in his mind as his hands touched wetness.

"Heero..." Duo's voice was small, and slightly scared. He was bleeding, the same place he got stabbed in the dream... He was actually hurt.

Heero brought his attention around to Duo, seeing no obvious threat in the room. He understood something was wrong though, because Duo didn't breath hard like that if something wasn't wrong. "Duo?" Heero got out of bed as a glimmer at Duo's side caught his attention, was he bleeding?

"I think.. I think I've been stabbed." He extended his hand from his side, the moonlight making the blood on his fingers shine darkly. Duo knew that this was bad, it was just a dream. That was all it could be, dreams weren't real. They were never supposed to be real! He could tell that he was getting detached from what was going on, even as he extended his bloody hand to his teammate and uncovered the deep stab. "Look, blood."

Heero moved quickly, coming to Duo's bedside and moving Duo's hands out of the way so he could get close enough to see what was wrong. He'd been fine before they went to sleep. Heero was baffled, but it didn't stop him from holding a hand over the mystery wound. "What happened Duo?" Heero was talking through his gritted teeth, his tone remaining flat.

"I... I had a dream... I had a dream that my lover stabbed me. Go figure huh?" Duo gave Heero a slightly wobbly smile as his teeth started to chatter. "I'm cold Heero. Why's it so cold?"

Duo didn't get an answer from Heero. Instead Heero tucked the blankets around Duo, wrapping him up in them before hoisting him from the bed and going through to the bathroom that connected their dorm room to that of Quatre and Wufei. Turning on the light with his shoulder, Heero leaned Duo up against the wall so he could unveil Duo from the blanket that he had swaddled him in a few moments before.

Quatre pushed the door open almost immediately after the light was turned on, worry in his eyes as he moved right up to his hurt companion. Seeing the blood that was all over their hands even as he felt the confusion and pain that was simmering off of Duo, Quatre helped Heero dig through the bloodied blankets for the stab. "What happened?"

Heero should his head in the negative, finally getting to the bare skin where the wound had been and running his hand over it. The skin was intact. The blood, there was blood all over the place, but he wasn't bleeding anymore, he wasn't even hurt.

Duo looked over at Quatre after a moment of staring down at his own side, it had stopped hurting as quickly as it had started, and suddenly the dream started flying away from his mind. "I had a dream. A very vivid dream."

Quatre looked to Heero for a moment, then back to where Duo had his arms wrapped around himself, smearing red bloody streaks over his arms. "I think that was more than a dream Duo."

Duo gave them both a shaky smile, his dark purple eyes clouded by confusion as he glanced down on himself then back up again. "So do I, Q-man. So do I."

To be continued.