Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Is there really such a thing as Dreaming? ❯ Chapter 5

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: R+1, 1x2, 4x3, mystery+2 (I haven't picked yet, but we haven't accounted for our stabber yet have we?) , many others still possible, as this is all subject to change! ::grin, then eeps as her little muse elbows her::

The little exotic blue haired fellow with white scales and purple skin appears after mentioned elbow. "She was rambling, can't have that."

"That was mean Mickeofas."

"I know."

Rating: R until further notice.

Warnings: Supernatural, crossdressing

Spoilers: None

Feedback: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Notes: Yay, chapter five! I just really am liking where this story is going, and Kt, my dear only reviewer, your wish shall be my command, but only this once, enter two names.

Disclaimers: She does not own any of the Gundam Wing cast! She owns Ao, her muse, as well as all her original characters that she has created in this fanfic, so ask if you wanna borrow one! Blinks at her muse. "That was an odd request..." Smiles. "On to the fic!"

Duo honestly didn't know what else these crazy people were going to do to him. He'd allowed the hair, dealt with the new dress that he'd been harnessed into, wondering the entire time how on earth the woman could not see that he was not built like a woman. He also could not help wondering how she could miss the fact that he simply had no ability to breathe in the considerably too tight dress he had been put in. Despite his clear lack of understanding he had to admit the muted crimson and black seemed appealing to him, whatever cumbersome form it had found its way into. Though he seriously doubted at this point that he could even walk in the mess of skirts he was wearing. Back to the matter at hand though, he had gone far enough with the hair and jewelry, but he absolutely refused the makeup. His current retreating steps away from the persistent maid were meant to ensure that.

"No! I absolutely refuse to put that stuff on my face! I won't let you do it either!" Holding his hands up in protest, he tried to keep the crazy woman at bay. He already looked feminine, he didn't need more, and he looked like a fountain of gems and curls for god's sake. Not to say that the curls weren't arranged beautifully... He simply did not like having to dress up like a girl. The very concept that he would soon be required to act like one had not yet occurred to him.

"Please Lady Maxwell, you only need a couple little touches to look absolutely perfect. Why are you arguing with me so?" She leaned forward, getting a handful of golden glitter and tossing it over the protesting man.

"I look perfect as it is, why are you insisting like this?" He waved his black gloved hands a bit, feeling like a complete idiot as the action simply got glitter up his nose and he lapsed into a sneezing fit.

"Lady Maxwell! Are you alright?" The maid finally set aside the makeup tools to look more closely at him and he seized the chance.

"Shoes! Where are my shoes? I'm not wearing them yet."

Giving him an odd look, she handed him his shoes. She stared, shocked, as he put his shoes on then grabbed his cloak and fled with hardly a glance to her.

His parting comment as he went to look for that transport promised him was what had the woman most shocked. "Thanks a bunch doll!"

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Heero got prepared in a much simpler manner than Duo had been subjected to, changing out one set of casual finery for something more pompous, but no less dark. A faint smile crossed his face, and he glanced towards the doors that led from his room. He'd sent Relena with a few servants after he'd sent his most persistent maid to deal with Duo. Both of them would reflect well on him this evening, and he refused to break appearances before he had a full understanding what was going on. One could say he'd made this entire game into something like... A personal mission. That very thought seemed to please Heero, and sweeping his cloak around his shoulders, he went to look for Relena, knowing the maids could not have taken the girl far. He had to be sure she wouldn't be outshining his Duo.

Even in his decorated boots and layers of intricate clothing he was silent, his usual arsenal of weapons upon his person, even going so far as to have included his leather and gold whip at his hip. He looked incredibly handsome, but when Heero finally found Relena she repressed the need to hug him, less than eager to get another slice on her person for one day. Maybe tomorrow she would try again. Heero cast a glance over the girl, her simple, but elegantly done hair, creme and dark blue dress, and carefully applied makeup all artfully added to her person.

Nodding in a satisfied manner and saying nothing to her, Heero left Relena's presence, already on his way to make arrangements for transport to court. After all, it would be very rude to be late. And lateness would interfere with his private mission.

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Trowa cast himself a slightly dubious glance, then looked over Quatre's attire. It was strange to see the bright boy in something so very... Dark. Trowa's outfit was dark green and black, with silver stitch-work. Somehow Quatre had managed to find someone of his size rather quickly, he preferred not to ask. Quatre though... He looked nothing like Trowa was used to seeing. He was dressed in black and a dark, nearly black golden color all over. His brother seemed to be his antithesis, wearing white where Quatre wore black and pale blue where the gold showed. The pair, simply put, looked breathtaking next to each other, like the Yin Yang.

Quatre tilted his head towards Trowa and a faintly condescending smile crossed his face. His every little move was completely changed, more as he acted during a fight. He seemed fierce in the presence of his brother, making the youngest of the pair to seem the innocent between them. Neither was innocent, but then, few were to his rare contemplative moods. Quatre's emotions were the one thing left unchanged, pure, and incorruptible. Of course the one thing about Quatre he simply did not comprehend would be the thing that was no different about him.

Trowa was snapped out of his contemplation as he felt Quatre mentally take a stab at him, demanding that he listen. ~You worry too much Trowa. Not to say I'm not amused by your interest between the two of us, but you might want to lessen it's intensity. Besides, from what little I've gleaned, this boy has all of my sisters' traits combined into one creature, and I am at a slight loss as to what to do.~

Vier turned to look at Trowa deciding to voice his own comment aloud, if in a slightly coarser manner. "Having fantasies about a matched pair Lord Nanashi?"

Trowa's visible eye widened slightly at him, but he said nothing, his gaze immediately turning to Quatre to catch the faintest of blushes before he managed to banish the reaction.

Quatre jumped in at that point, unwilling to suffer the teasing of his sibling to his dearest friend. "Shouldn't we be on our way?"

Trowa merely nodded, waiting for him to lead on, while Vier laughed. "Very well shy brother, come, we mustn't be late for your suitor now, hmmm Quatre?" Tipping his brother with an imaginary hat, the younger of the Winner lords scampered lightly through the doorway, leaving the other two to follow.

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Wufei looked around the court for a moment, seeing the hopefuls that were always early to these court parties. He was dressed in a Sorcerers outfit, hat excluded; though he was wearing a silver circlet that was currently being prodded about by the king, who he just happened to reside with.

"Wufei, share a little won't you? You've avoided wearing that thing since I gave it to you, why now?" The voice of the king was heavy with amusement, his ice blue eyes looking up from his sprawled position on his cushy throne.

"I could have sworn I explained that once already. I'm expecting something to be different, therefor I felt the need to do something different for myself." Wufei had an incredibly patient tone as he spoke to the longhaired joker who had inherited the throne the month before. He was still trying to understand why that person was the one that was king in his dreams. Why Zechs? Why?

"That is entirely not your real reason. But I suppose I'll let it go, this time anyway." Zechs leaned further over his chair arm, giving Wufei a playful pinch on the arm on his hand's way to the fruit bowl. He chuckled as he got a glare for his efforts. "Besides, court won't start in full for at least another couple hours, so go entertain or something. Unless of course you happen to, oh, I don't know, like me flirting with you?"

Wufei, unfortunately, couldn't hide the slight flush that spread up his cheeks, spoiling his glare. Zechs merely grinned at the expression on Wufei's face before the Sorcerer turned on his heel and left the vicinity of the blond king.

"Thought so!" The mirthful shout was accompanied by laughter that he didn't even attempt to hide. He already had enough on his hands as a group of his nobles approached the throne, eager to talk to him. Zechs merely shook his head and let his laughter go. He was one of the people who suddenly got trapped into Wufei's little dream world. He however, knew that. He didn't know why he got a truckload of memories tonight when he entered this little dreamscape, but he could only show his amusement over the entire ordeal. He was a joker was he? Well, he'd just take advantage of that and tease Wufei to the fullest. After all, it was not every day you got a chance to poke at someone that you had no idea had a crush on you. Perhaps this might have been what he was like had he the chance to live his life in Sanq. He was finding the situation interesting. Apparently Wufei knew that something was going on, because he had his hair down. Something he had never seen. Neither as an Oz official, nor in this little dream world.

Shaking his head, Zechs turned his attention back to the flock of simpering nobles that were surrounding the steps up to his throne, answering a few questions and dancing out of others. The entire time he kept an eye out for any other familiar faces in this place, if the little dragon was here, then who else was?

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Duo looked around the main room slowly as he stepped into it, batting at one of the curls that was dangling down into his face as he searched around for someone that he knew. Wufei would be a good choice at this point. Even freaky Heero would be good. Instead he saw Quatre in double and Trowa. Approaching the little group, Duo couldn't help but feel immensely silly, coming to a halt near them, but saying nothing, for the simple fact that he had no idea how to go about determining if they knew who was really standing there. Smiling a bit, he waited to get noticed, trying to shut his mind up in the process as it went on and on about how foolish he looked, and how he really couldn't believe that he set himself up as a noble woman.

Quatre was the first one to see him, turning his head a little bit to look at him curiously. Then, a wide, spooky smile crossed his face. {Not you too Q-man! Is everyone spooky in this place?} He didn't say it out loud, instead returning the smile with one that he had long practice at. The mask was good.

"Lady Maxwell! What a pleasure it is to finally meet you." Quatre leaned closer to Duo, making eye contact with him, though by no means looking like he was invading his space to others. ~Calm down Duo, I know who you are, just play along in front of my brother won't you? Yes, this is a new little... Talent. Just wait for it, I'll get away from my brother eventually.~

Duo nodded to him slightly. "I'm sorry, but you didn't tell me who I was speaking to? It appears that you know my name but I don't know yours." He looked to Trowa, trying hard to make sure he was speaking at least quasi noble like. He didn't even think when he reached up to bat a stray curl away from his face, his brief illusion of comfort shattered with the little movement. He then looked at Vier, waiting to be introduced to the one person who he honestly did not know.

"My apologies. Lord Nanashi," He gestures to Trowa. ~He hasn't explained to me either.~ "I am Lord Quatre Winner. And he." He pauses again, gesturing to the black haired fellow who bore a close resemblance to him. "Is Lord Vier Winner. Known only as Lord Whispers in court. Can't have two Winner's running around confusing the masses you see." Quatre gaze another chilly smile and offered his arm to Duo, "Dance?" ~Just agree.~

Duo hesitated despite the plea, then took his arm, nodding a little. "Of course." Once he was led out to the slowly filling floor, Duo felt a little of the tension slip away from him.

~Trowa is himself as much as you seem to be. Strange that. It's really difficult for me to act so cold. Have you seen either of the other two... oh.~ Quatre trailed off as he saw Duo go pink and caught the stray thought of Heero and Duo's kiss. ~ I suppose you have.~

Nodding ever so slightly, Duo grinned at him, allowing himself to be led around the dance floor before tentatively thinking at Quatre. ~Him... and Relena, they are both aware of our normal lives... He kinda umm, he still isn't precisely himself.~

Swirling him into the last loop of the dance, Quatre caught sight of Heero over Duo's shoulder. ~Then I suppose as a group we'll get to go greet him, won't we?~ Steering the feminized Duo back towards Trowa and Vier, he continued his mental chatter. ~Pretend you just noticed him and are eager to introduce us, and I will talk to Heero like I talked to you, alright?~

~He's acting funny, man... Don't tick him off.~ Duo looked at the other two, then glanced around the room. He really hadn't seen Heero before he turned around and was pleasantly suprised by the sight that met his vision, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Ahh, My fiancé!"

Quatre tapped on Duo's mind before he could spit out anymore information. ~Just take us over.~

Duo merely smiled more widely, looking to his companions with a smile, and tilting his head to the side. "He isn't a particularly pleasant fellow to be around all the time, but you three might like him for some conversation. So, please, come." Duo still had a hold on Quatre's arm and steered him in that direction determinably, seeing Trowa follow silently out of the corner of his eye, while Vier moved on ahead to greet Heero, seeming previously aquainted with him.

Heero glanced up and saw Duo clinging to Quatre with an almost lost look on his face under the glamour he was wearing to keep up the smile while he tried to puzzle out the strange turn his life had taken. Heero didn't even spare a moment tugging Duo away from Quatre, getting a startled look from them both as he drew Duo into his side and wrapped his arm around his waist. "You've met my fiancé, Lady Duest Maxwell?"

Getting three nods in reply, Heero leaned close to Duo, whispering into his ear his question, but looking for the entire world like he was nibbling on the blushing pilot. "They know you?"

"Of course, who else?" Duo smiled slightly at him, returning the nuzzle before stepping back a bit, feeling odd to have the attention. That didn't allow him to get more than a few inches from Heero though, as he tightened his grip on Duo's waist with a low warning growl for him to stay put.

Quatre watched them both with a similar expression to the one that Trowa had, slightly widened eyes, though both were careful to keep their individual facades in place. Duo almost felt the need to giggle as he watched the pair collect themselves.

Vier slid a sly glance sideways towards his brother and Trowa. "You really have never managed to get the whole public displays thing through that scull of yours, have you?"

Quatre merely sighed, raising his hand to his head as though pained. "Please, I fully understand it, it merely suprizes me." He glanced towards Trowa, sending a private thought. ~Especially when it's Heero doing the displaying.~

Heero gave both the other pilots a smirk. He then turned his head as he heard a noise from behind him that could only be called displeased as Relena moved up on the other side of him, glaring the entire time at Duo as though he were the bane of her existence. Heero looked at Relena for a long moment, waiting for her to meet his gaze before narrowing his eyes threateningly. The small motion was enough that she looked down, sighing a little.

It was only a few short moments before another figure joined the group, a dragon scampering along by his side. It took the other pilots a moment to realize that the lovely man in front of them was Wufei. Duo blinked a few times then tilted his head to the side, a slow grin breaking over his face. "Hello there. Since when do you wear your hair down?"

Wufei gave Duo a slightly less than amused look before smiling and giving Duo a slight bow. "The dress absolutely flatters you." Wufei smiled inwardly as he saw the briefly angry look on Duo's face before he looked to the other. "Lord Winner, Lord Nanashi. A pleasure. You as well Lord Whispers, it is always good to see the skilled at court." Turning to Heero, Wufei tilted his head to the side, smiling a bit. "My Lord Pain, you as well deserve nothing less than my highest regards. To what do I owe the pleasure of you all being at court?"

Wufei was petrified inside, he knew he couldn't just cart them off to talk with them, therefor he had to deal with the ultimate suffering. Small talk.

To be continued.