Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Is there really such a thing as Dreaming? ❯ Chapter 2

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

Notes: Ok folks, I have Ideas and I give em as I get em, if you post replies then my story will get better and my chapters will get longer, so, what do you people say? Think you guys could do with a little alternate universe fun with incredibly possible OOC, cause that's what I can give you.

*-He took another deep breath, trying to quell the flash of nausea that assaulted his senses as he pushed the door open. His talents in the arena would not help him here, this was war, and it just happened to be in his bedroom. The body of his dead best friend also happened to be in this room. He raised his head, meeting the assassin's eyes with silence. He wouldn't give the person the benefit of the doubt; they would die for this offence.

The assassin dragged himself up from his kill, a smug look on his face as it came into view, his arm spread wide as though in surrender, and then he laughed. Pure, unfiltered laughter of the insane, and of the powerful.

Each lilting note was like a blow, striking out at the untried noble with a fierce almost beautiful sort of pull, the pale blue eyes watching the young noble through his glee. It was vicious, his skin flaring with undeniable pain, even as his heart seemed to constrict around the pressure of that pure laughter...-*

With a curse Trowa jerked himself out of his dream, a hand risen to his chest even before he woke, pain consuming his entire frame. He made no noises, looking around the safe house where he was at, and well aware he was alone in it. The others weren't due back for at least another three days; his assignment dragged out longer than expected this time, so they'd worked around him.

It was a long moment before he realized that he actually wasn't alone, voices drifting into his room that were familiar to him. The other pilots. Why were they back already? Trowa shook off his thoughts as he pulled the sheets aside, gingerly moving from his bed so he could better hear what was going on. He didn't have to wait long, Duo's voice reaching out to make itself heard.

"I'm telling you Wu-man, I don't know what happened. Just one second I was like, 'Oh shit, I've been stabbed,' then poof, all gone. It was freaky, I don't even remember how I got into the bathroom like that, and Hee-chan says I was goin all shaky in there, but look, I'm perfectly A-OK. I just wanna know why if the wound went away then why all the blood stayed."

"Maxwell, if these two were not both backing up your story I would think you were pulling some sort of elaborate prank on me." Wufei, of course, had to point out the redeeming quality of the situation, or rather, the one that made it less that utter idiocy in his eyes.

"Oi, does no one trust me not to make up a prank like this?" There was a brief pause. " C'mon guys! That's not nice!" Duo's raised voice was enough that Trowa to push open the door, catching the tail end of a trio of shaken heads.

Trowa looked over the three in the room, leaning up along the doorframe for a second to will that strange phantom pain to just leave him alone and go away so he could greet his comrades, but it was not to be. Quatre must have felt something because his pale blue gaze turned on Trowa, and he couldn't stave off a shiver as he realized the figure in his dream, with that laugh, had Quatre's eyes..

"Trowa! Are you alright?" Quatre moved closer to Trowa just before another unexpected wave of agony washed over him, making his knees buckle where he stood. He didn't make a single sound, but the concern in Quatre's gaze only got more extreme as he hurried to his friend's side, gaze raking over him for any sort of injury.

"Dude! What's wrong? Can you see how he's hurt Quatre?" Duo moved closer to their ghostly attacked comrade, the other two close behind him.

Trowa couldn't help it, his mind felt as though he was still dreaming, and that man, he just kept on laughing.. He could almost hear it, and he smiled, just the faintest movement of lips. "Wake me up, please." The soft voice was laced with pain, but he seemed to know what he was talking about.

Wufei took a quick stock of the situation, then leaned over Quatre, and ignoring the puzzled look he was getting from the petite blond. He gave Trowa one swift backhand across the face, then waited.

Duo moved before the others, giving Wufei a suprised look. "I would have expected something like that from the perfect soldier over there, but not you Wu-man. What'd you do that for anyway? He was already obviously in pain."

Wufei released a faint sigh and gestured expansively at Trowa, who was shaking his head a bit as he recovered from the stun of the hit. "He wanted to be woken up, it was the kindest thing I could have done, look."

Trowa turned his emerald eyes on Duo, pushing himself to a more dignified position before he said anything. "Might I ask how I got out here?" He touched his hand to his jaw, giving Wufei an inquiring glance, but saying nothing more.

Quatre looked at Duo after this question. "You said you didn't remember how you got to the bathroom tonight, right?"

Trowa also looked at Duo, then noticing the blood that was all over his pants. "Are any of you hurt?"

Duo glanced from one to the other and made a small ah noise. "No, I didn't remember how I got there, I just remembered I'd been dreaming. Nobody's hurt, It's all me. And I'm not even nicked. Do you remember dreaming just now Trowa?"

Heero moved up behind the others in the semi circle around Trowa, silently offering a hand up from the floor.

"Yes." He took the offered hand and rose to his feet. Looking down at himself as he nearly fell back down, he tried to understand why he felt so weak.

"What was your dream about dude?" Duo trailed after Trowa as he moved to the sofa and sank into it, plopping down right next to him.

Trowa opened his mouth to say, then closed it, a faintly perplexed look crossing his face as he looked at the others, of whom had taken up the seating around him. Finally he simply shook his head no; he didn't have any idea what his dream had been about. He could have sworn he knew, but there was just nothing there that he could figure out.

Duo gave a slight sigh then a shrug. "I dun know guys, he doesn't know what caused his hurting anymore than I know where all the blood came from tonight."

Quatre gave a little sigh, and sat back in his seat with a little nod. "Well, maybe it would be best if you two didn't go back to sleep tonight, unless something happens to one of us." He gestures to the three that didn't wake up under abnormal circumstances.

Duo looked at Quatre, then at Trowa, before sighing. "Alright, I guess I can deal with missing out on my beauty sleep for one night. So, who am I getting to watch sleep for me?"

Trowa moved a bit in his seat, casting a glance towards Quatre before looking at the others. "I will watch Quatre."

Duo grinned widely, looking over at the sleepy pair of Asians, and hopped up out of his seat to drop an arm along the back of each of their chairs. "Looks like I get to watch the both of you!"

"Maxwell, get your arm off of me." Wufei turned a bit in his chair, removing the offending part before getting out of his seat. He grabbed his duffel bag before marching down the hallway towards one of the bedrooms.

Heero looked to Duo then down the hall before following suit and gathering his things. He had no reason to protest the arrangements unless Duo insisted on talking all night, so he just followed Wufei to one of the two bedrooms.

Duo glanced up from the abruptly vacated chairs to see his other two teammates disappearing into the room Trowa had vacated not too many minutes before. "Oh I see how it is, no one say goodnight to Duo." Shaking his head, he gathered his things to head to the room where he would get to not sleep. He walked in to see the amusing sight of Heero and Wufei having a stare down over the bedding, and didn't even bother to hold in a laugh.

A few glares later and the three had settled in for the night. Duo was in the reading chair in the corner, a blanket he had gotten away from the other two tucked around him, so he wouldn't freeze while he sat there. The other two were uneasily sharing the bed and blankets, since neither was willing to sleep on the floor, though they kept a healthy amount of space between them. All these precautions didn't stop the two who were supposed to remain awake for the remainder of the evening from dozing off however.

To be continued.