Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Is there really such a thing as Dreaming? ❯ Chapter 3

Title: Is there really such a thing as Dreaming?

Author: Skeren Dreamera

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

Category: Yaoi/Shounen Ai, Fantasy, and 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

Spoilers: None

Feedback: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Notes: I know I'm posting fast, but I'm playing catch up with this thing for you all! {Thoughts}, ~Mental communication~

Duo shook his head a little, looking around the room that he was in, confusion crossing his face as he realized that he was no longer in the safe house. He was alone, he was bloody, and he was... He was naked. This last little bit of information caused Duo to take another look around the room, pulling the furs that he had thrown over him up to his neck as he tried to figure out where he was. It was loud outside in the hallway, laughter, music that could only be called archaic, and a variety of other sounds drifted in through the cracked door. The room he found himself in had stone walls, and looked incredibly familiar, though from where he couldn't place. He moved to get out of bed, seeing that he was alone and there were a pile of black clothes thrown over a chair, and was assaulted by a sharp pain in his side, where bandages were securely wrapped.

"What's going on?" He made sure to keep his voice down to a mutter, because he just didn't feel right, all tingly, and he could just feel that he had something extra. He suddenly had the inkling that if he moved a certain way... There. He'd flicked his hand, and the clothes appeared in his palm. "Freaky."

Looking around the room, he dressed, slowly taking in the fact that his skin was paler than it was supposed to be, and he had less calluses on his palms then normal, not to mention that his nails were black. Not that he ever minded the gothic deal, but he found it strange that someone colored his nails for him. The velvet and lace outfit was a dress he soon discovered. He was indisputably a guy, but apparently someone wanted to have a joke at his expense. He reached up after putting on the velvet creation, sighing slightly as he started to plait his hair, it was also longer than he remembered, he was almost certain that it would reach his knees at the moment. Done getting dressed into he costume that had been left for him, yet feeling strangely comfortable in it, he looked for a mirror, finally digging one out of a drawer in the dresser and holding it up. To say he was stunned by his appearance would have been the kindest thing. He was in shock. His complexion was pale, and though he looked like himself, and could see himself, he could also see another face over his, more feminine, and his hair. His hair was more honey colored, but from what he could see in the mirror, it looked more like red in the reflection.

Putting the mirror down, he pulled the braid around for his inspection, and nope, it looked normal to him. He moved to the doorway of the room and carefully eased it open, prepared to find out where the hell he was, since it seemed he wasn't currently being guarded. He smirked at that thought, obviously they were smart enough to catch a gundam pilot but not intelligent enough to keep one.

A girl moving down the hallway stopped as she saw him, bowing at the waist before murmuring softly. "Is there something you need Lady Maxwell?"

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Trowa blinked a few times, silently cursing himself as he realized he'd fallen asleep sometime during the night, even though he was supposed to have stayed awake. Looking around the room, he was a little stunned to find himself chained up to a wall in what could only be someone's basement. He was dressed in clothes that were tattered and torn, once having been a solid green silk outfit. He was chained with his hands out and up to either side with his feet mimicking them. He grimaced, trying to move his hands a little in the manacles, and finding that they were incredibly tight on his skin, leaving no room for him to try and weasel out of them. If he could that was. That one little movement triggered a waterfall of pain to span over every inch of his skin, reminding him of something that was just out of reach in his memory.

Letting himself hang limp he evaluated the area in which he was chained, noting that it seemed to be some kind of pantry for the most part. Though there appeared to be only storage bins like he would see at the circus there, and they were labeled with writing that he was certain he shouldn't be able to understand, but he did. The footsteps coming from off to his right caught his attention, bringing his head around to look for the source.

"Awake I see." The voice was soft, gentle, and eerily familiar, as was the appearance of the person in front of him. He had black hair, pale blue eyes, and was petite. He looked like he could be Quatre's twin brother.

Trowa, naturally, didn't say anything in reply to that, merely looking at him as he waited for whatever this person wanted.

"Well, Lord Nanashi, my brother really wanted to meet you, so he had me bring you here. I personally, didn't like that I had to stop where I did. Your death would have been so very tasty, but, my brother is the lord here, not I. Enjoy your stay!" Giving a pure, maniacal giggle, the man sauntered off, twiddling his fingers at a much-confused Trowa before leaving the room.

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Heero blinked awake, or what he thought was awake. His Prussian blue eyes flitted around the room in complete bafflement for long moments before he realized that this must be some sort of dream. Something swiftly forgotten after he would wake up. He sat up, fingers sweeping his hair momentarily away from his face before a displeased frown crossed his face as he encountered a... Ponytail? Yes, there was a ponytail at the nape of his neck, his hair spilling down a good few inches from the tie, though only half of his hair was that length, the rest falling in it's normal haphazard mess over his eyes and ears.

Completely perplexed at the sudden lengthening of his hair, Heero looked more closely around the room, beating back his emotions over the current situation as he took in the large bedroom, and the decidedly medieval decor. Climbing from the bed that he was in and pushing the draperies out of his way, Heero noted that he was dressed in a black outfit of leather and cotton. The vest and pants loose animal hide, while the black poet shirt he had on under the vest was the softer material. It took him only a moment to determine that he had no gun, though a hand crossbow and a series of knives were found in various places upon his person.

Still uncertain weather he was truly awake or asleep he paced around the room, finding a large variety of weapons and other devices that he could easily identify, though he was sure he'd never seen some of the archaic devices before in his life. Picking up a coiled whip that had green metal tips, Heero lifted an eyebrow, a very un-Heero like motion that he felt no need to hide. He'd had these dreams before; he could remember that now. Usually he forgot them upon waking. He was some sort of death wielding lord or some such nonsense. He hooked the whip onto his belt in its place, always having carried it in these dreams he saw no need to change that now. This was the first time he was actually controlling what was going on around him, and the interesting concept was by no means going to go unexplored. He had magic too, though he was going to leave that for a few minutes longer before seeing what he could do just using his memory.

Of course, there was one thing he couldn't escape even in his dreams. Relena Peacecraft. The door flew open with the force she put behind it, a wide grin on her face as she spotted him near his weapons; apparently, she'd been looking for him. "Heero!"

A faint sardonic grin cut across his face before vanishing. This would be fun.

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Wufei's own rest was brought to an end in a more forceful manner than that of the other pilots, a sudden weight on his chest driving the air out of his lungs. Cracking his black eyes open in a threatening line, Wufei found himself face to face with glowing orange eyes that were framed in black scales. The cat dragon purred at him, bounding backwards on the bed to give the stunned Chinese man enough room to sit up while he oriented himself.

This was a place that he went in his dreams; sometimes he even came here to meditate. He was well aware of all this, as much as Heero was aware of his sleeping activities, it was part of why he was puzzled over the recent events with the other two pilots. Didn't they keep track of their own dreams? Shaking his head slightly he smiled at the lady dragon perched on his bed, her sleek black and red wings folded back as she waited for him to get himself together. He always had control of his dreams, and that was why he knew the response the dragon was waiting for, even as he gathered his power around him negligently.

"Good morning Nataku, please, could you retrieve me my red and white outfit? Today is going to be... Special." Deciding that was the least revealing way to tell his familiar, Wufei smiled.

The soft sweet soprano purr that was his response also came as no suprize as the dragon flitted to the closet, her black tail flicking. "I have no understanding why you so favor white, my sorcerer."

"As I told you, someday you'll figure it out." He couldn't tell her his reasoning. It was something to do with his other life and he would not share that with her. It had to do with the war torn world he came here to escape. "We are going to court today."

With a nod of her head and a flick of her long ears the cat dragon dropped the silk and velvet robes across Wufei's lap, her claws lightly caressing the material. Even on her hind legs, as she was, she barely met Wufei's height while he was sitting. "You know something your not telling me again, aren't you?"

"Yes, and it has to do with a few old friends." He didn't mention that he'd done a little twist to a spell he felt someone trying to cast, and that he changed something that should not be changed. But he could only hope it did what he wanted. Slipping into the robe, he straightened the red over vest a bit, making sure it was even with the white pants and jerkin that he had beneath, the velvet vest almost brushing the floor behind him. He grinned then, shaking his head so his long black locks fell along his back, and loose around his face, well aware of the affect it had on his features.

Nataku tilted her head to the side, suprized that Wufei was leaving his hair down, it was unusual of him to do that, and her puzzled look didn't go unanswered. "Like I said. Old friends. I'd like to see how well I can shock them with this." He gestures to his long hair, the fall of black silk reaching his lower back easily.

Giving a toothy grin the little dragon nodded, then bound forward, straightening his robes before getting his Katana, ever puzzled why he would wield the blade rather than have a more conventional staff. Saying nothing on it, she merely handed it to him and opened the door for him to pass through. He had a few people to greet at court today after all.

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Quatre opened his eyes and just lay there. He was experiencing something incredibly new to him. He wasn't just getting wisps of emotions off of the people that passed his doorway. He knew without a thought that he could change what they were feeling. He also knew what they were thinking. That was the newness, this ability to hear their thoughts. Quatre held no qualms listening, he knew he wasn't where he was when he went to sleep, he also knew that while this could only be a dream, it felt too real not to take it seriously.

{Lord Winner has been acting oddly these last few days--} The thought trailed away as the person, a woman from what he could tell, walked further away.

{Lord Winner got his brother to capture that Lord Nanashi that refused him that audience, I can't wait to share this with my sister.}

Quatre listened to the range of thoughts that passed his door for a good half-hour. He waited, as he became aware that he knew how to block them out like white noise if he wished, like his empathy, and that he was the lord of the estate, and he had one Lord Nanashi to deal with. Apparently he was a nice guy compared to his brother. He had a brother in this place? That fact alone was almost more than he could believe. Being who and what he was, he just let the thoughts wash over him, carefully picking and choosing how much to let in while he figured out what was going on in this place that appeared to be a castle he owned.

Quatre couldn't restrain an amused titter as he finally crawled out of bed, a slight frown crossing his face as he contemplated the dark wardrobe he had to choose from. Some things never changed, as it appeared even in his dreams he couldn't be a peasant. He finally picked a dark purple outfit. Pulling on the black hide pants, then the purple silk shirt; he eyed the material for a moment. Dealing with the laces down his front with easy skill, he then reached for a cloak of leather he saw tucked away, the butter cream material contrasting and complimenting the remainder of his outfit as he pulled it around his shoulders. The simple cloak had the appearance of never having been used before. The thought interested him, but he didn't see why.

"Might as well see what sort of person I've taken captive." Trying something that crossed his mind while he was playing with his thought powers, he hunted around for the person who was exactly one year younger than him, that had been named brother and was born the same hour as he, only a year later.

Finding the mind was suprizingly simple, like he'd been waiting for it. ~Brother? I hear rumor we now have a guest?~ Quatre was careful, he knew he had to be light on his feet while he worked out a tangle of memories that he had of himself from other people's views in his place, deciding to make them a bit more positive.

~Indeed Milord Brother. He is in the cellar with the kept goods, awaiting your presence when you have the time. I still don't know why you insisted I not kill him.~ Quatre could hear the petulant sigh in the other man's mental voice, suprised at how like him it sounded. ~But, the keys are just outside the door if you want him down. Have fun dear big brother.~

Quatre shook his head, moving towards the door a moment later, his thoughts fruitlessly trying to sneak around and get a picture of who this Nanashi was, but to no luck. Everyone seemed to either not know, or were determined to suprize him, as his brother was.

To be continued.