Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Is there really such a thing as Dreaming? ❯ Chapter 7

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, 5+6, mystery stabber+2. Just wait, I haven't gotten complicated yet!

Rating: R until further notice.

Warnings: Supernatural, crossdressing

Spoilers: None

Feedback: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Disclaimers: If I own the character, ask me if you want to borrow it. Otherwise, I dun own any of the Gundam cast, though they're alternate personalities... solely my idea.

Notes: Thank you to all my kind Reviewers. Namely MarieMaea, Allanna, Kate and kt. Oh yes, those of you who liked my story and didn't say anything, shame on you. I'll survive though. Oh yes, since I'm sure most of you out there are more fluent in Japanese than German. Vier means four! So, think about that. ~Mental conversation~ {Thoughts}

Trowa eyed his sibling warily, waiting for her to start talking since she pulled him back here to talk. He was familiar with the common version of conversation around him, and it usually had him in the listening capacity. Thus his shock when Catherine turned, looked him in the eye, and declared her intentions.

"You will explain to me right now how I came from taking a nap before my act to waking up in a fancy bedroom. I know you know something. I can almost see that you know something that I need to know." She then crossed her arms and stared into his visible green eye, waiting.

Letting out a little sigh Trowa gathered his thoughts and slowly worked out how to best phrase his explanation. "There are thirteen people that have been transferred here from their normal lives. Some have memories of being here before, some don't. I do not. The thirteen people are gifted with special powers, and have a title, mine is Earth. You are a woman, and yours ties two together. Otherwise, I suppose in public you will be called Lady Catherine Bloom now."

Catherine looked at Trowa; working through the explanation then shook her head on a little sigh. "I see that I have a ways to go yet before I understand what is really going on. I'm not in danger here am I?"

Shaking his head in a no, Trowa turned to leave the room, glancing over his shoulder and gesturing for her to accompany him back out to the dance floor in the main hall.

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Duo was not a happy boy. He stared at the back of Treize's head as though that would give him answers, a slight frown on his face as he did so. He really was getting fed up by these self-damaging discoveries. First, he's a friggin cross dresser. Next, he was engaged to Heero. He didn't mind that so much but Heero was acting really strange. Then, he was some elemental thing that had to do with air. He could have had so much fun making up jokes for someone over that one, but no, he was the airhead, as it were. And now there was this. He was Treize's ward for gods sake. What did he do to get himself into this situation? More so, why did he get himself into this situation?

Duo didn't realize that when he'd finally turned to look around the hallway down which they were escaping the crowd, Treize had turned his full attention on the little violet-eyed man. Coming to an empty room, Treize directed Duo inside and closed the door, leaning against it as Duo gazed around the room curiously, and at him warily.

With a small sigh, Treize broke the silence. "I understand that something is very different right now Duo. I remember my life, about you and our plans here, but I also suddenly remember other things. Unpleasant things, some of which show me that you an I... Are enemies. I do not understand why you would be my enemy Duo. Please, tell me."

Duo looked at him for a long moment then echoed the sigh. "I don't remember anything about my life here. I do not know about the plans that you mentioned. I remember fighting you, as you were the head of a very powerful enemy for me and my friends. I do not remember why I am in a dress, nor why I am with you! I am Duo Maxwell, Shinigami, not Duest Maxwell, debutante." Duo fairly growled the last, stalking to a chair and sitting in it gracelessly as he glared at Treize.

Clearly shocked by Duo's view of events, Treize first stared for a few moments before answering him. "What did the Zechs believe would be important for you to tell me?"

"Those memories you have are from what I consider my real world. I only remember that world; to me this is a really screwed up dream. Your some elemental guy, I'm guessing your designation is Time since all the other male spots are taken. Congratulations." Duo turned his face away from Treize, trying to work through this for himself, and he ignored the other man.

Sighing deeply Treize lowered himself onto the couch, prepared for a long wait. After all, he'd dealt with Duo for a long time, and he'd seen him sulk with the best of them. All he could do for the moment was wait him out; then, he'd get out of him what his jumbled memories of that other place could mean. Sure, he remembered machines, flowers, special things to say, but the reason behind everything was lost to him, as well as his role in the entire scene that his memories were telling him. They were all just so incomplete. So, he settled down to wait for his answers. It wasn't like Duo was going anywhere.

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Vier broke the pair of them away from the crowd for a moment, his soft disturbing giggle aiding quite a bit in the movement. Finally getting the pair off into a corner out of sight of their admirers for a moment. Vier reached out a hand, petting his fingers through Quatre's hair before he started talking, his voice soft and intrigued in tone.

"Quatre, where is my real brother?" Seeing the blond stiffen with the question Vier trailed his hand down, his other one moving to brush along the opposite cheek so that his hands were cupping his face. "You feel like my brother, in my head, have his gifts, everything. But you aren't my brother."

Quatre looked back at Vier, his eyes watchful on the black haired boy, but knowing a lie would easily be seen through. "I'm just me. I'm trying to be who you remember, but I don't remember being him."

Vier nodded, as though this was the answer he had expected, and it was. Quatre could tell that it was. Vier ran his hand's to Quatre's shoulders, petting him absently as his mind tried to figure out the situation. "So what life do you remember Quatre? Why don't you remember me?"

Quatre lowered his head with a little sigh; knowing that he was the only person this callous young lord had ever been nice to or gentle with like this. He wished he could remember the boy, but he had no memory of this place before that day. "I'm sorry, I remember my sisters. So very many sisters, but I never had a brother before today. I wish I did remember you Vier."

As Quatre raised his gaze, he could see the pain the other boy was trying to hide, then it was gone, an odd sort of awe and glee filling up the boy. This of course did nothing to make Quatre feel better as it had a vaguely disturbing quality to it. "You are so kind, did I make my brother cruel, Quatre? Did I make you cruel?"

Vier tilted his head, leaning closer to his sibling as he studied the eyes that were the same color as his own, fingers moving up quickly to catch Quatre's hair so he couldn't move away. Quatre had no reply for the question, he simply didn't know. Moving his own hands, Quatre rested them on Vier's tugging on them gently, without yanking on his own hair.

Vier was harder to move than that however, standing firm and not allowing Quatre to dislodge him. "You still have death on you... You still have that mean part of you, but it's all locked up... Will you hunt with me Quatre? We'll pursue him your way, your old way." Vier smiled then, the expression hinting at insanity, but oddly comforting to Quatre. "You already started it, when you had me bring him to you. I can help; I can help you have him. I can tell he knows you, like this, so maybe..." Pausing to shrug, Vier leaned back, glancing to Quatre's hands as they had stilled.

"What do you mean Vier? About me?" Quatre tilted his head a little, studying Vier with a deeply focused look.

"I can feel the Quatre I know in you... I'll help him come out and play. Because your lord doesn't know him, just, well, you..." Vier paused to giggle, seeing the contemplative look come to Quatre's face. "He'd realize that you want to keep him, I don't think he really does. I want to play too, remember that." Leaning forward to give his brother a light kiss on the lips, Vier dropped his hands away, taking a slim wrist in his small hand. "Come brother, we still have people to greet."

Quatre gave an odd little smile. Vier was right, part of him was saying. It was the part that Wing Zero had awakened in the boy, and, oddly, Vier was having an affect on that part. Thus the little voice inside whispered to Quatre to listen. Without thinking, Quatre was listening; the only person who knew was his little brother. And Vier was eager for the hunt. Without another word or thought between them, the two brothers moved back out onto the dance floor like a pair of hunting cats.

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Heero tilted his head a little, weaving through the crowd easily, and coming to stop before an old friend he'd had. Of course none of his Gundam comrades knew him because of his nature. He could enter any dream he had, and had taken advantage of that for years. The doctor didn't know about him, and apparently, he'd gotten himself pulled in with Heero. This little fact caused Heero to smile widely up at his companion. The man always worn some sort of long coat or cloak, and this evening was no exception to that rule. He had striking pale green eyes and a fall of hair that was even longer than Duo's of a deep, metallic red color, setting off his pale skin. He was however, not very tall, and barely was Heero's height. It did not help matters that he was also incredibly feminine of face, making him seem more like a beautiful, yet innocent girl than a powerful man. This is a great part in what amused Heero.

"Lord Carlin Vagara, how is it you've managed to get away from your court to come here tonight?" Heero quirked his lips further, turning his expression evil as he took in the tiny braids and twists his companion had done to his hair that evening. Unable to comprehend the why of it, as most of it was down, but accepting it as the normal with the older man.

"Lord Pain, a pleasure as always." Narrowing his eyes a bit at Heero, he reached out one of his elegant hands and snagged the youth by the sleeve, pulling him in the direction he was initially headed. Only he really had the audacity to manhandle Heero in public. Then again, he was the only one Heero would let do so. As they were moving further from the crowd, he started talking. "You know anything about the strange aura wafting off of you Heero? It's incredibly distracting you know. Besides the fact that I am here instead of where I was headed when I went to bed last night, which makes for a picture I do not at all like. So, would you be so kind as to enlighten an old friend as to why I am trapped in your dream instead of cozy in my own bed on Enra?"

Heero had heard the name before, but hadn't before asked, due to the nature of his dream persona. "What is Enra?"

Giving a look of immense displeasure, Carlin sighed. "It's like your Earth. This is the only place you ever see me remember? I'm not on the colonies or Earth, but Enra. Now if you are done asking questions, could you answer mine?"

Deciding it would be best to just do so, Heero veered off before reaching his objective, then proceeded to explain the goings on. It never crossed his mind to doubt the redhead. No one had this trust from Heero but his dream companion, and he was determined to keep it that way.

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Dorothy was, to put it bluntly, hysterical. It was not a state that Relena had ever seen the cool collected girl in before. She was finding it intriguing. Dorothy wasn't screaming, shouting or crying. No, she was repeating over and over how those were her suitors out there, and that they were all so determined to be near her. She didn't fail to stutter over the words any of the times she repeated herself. Finally, she seemed to come to herself as she realized it was just she and Relena, and that she was acting like a complete idiot in front of her friend. Her own volume also served to shock her since Relena was just staring at her.

Drawing in a deep breath, Dorothy asked her question. "What is going on Relena, those pilots of yours always know things, so share those things with me. Now!" The last word was a growl, her voice turning steely. She wanted to know why she was trapped into this horrible situation.

Relena nodded a little, oddly disappointed that her friend had ceased having that trusting, lost look and had closed up again. Then, shaking herself from the grips of her daydream, Relena told an abbreviated version of events, running through the elemental list quickly and telling her how many people were presumed to be there.

Eyeing Relena as though she were insane, Dorothy put her question to her. "So, you are saying that all this, is a glorified dream?"

"Erm.. Pretty much." Relena didn't know what reaction she was thinking she'd get from the cold girl, but it certainly wasn't the one she got.

Dorothy burst out into a peal of laughter, then snorted, once, and flopped herself into a chair, muttering. "Figures." Then she spoke up a little louder. "Alright, Then we should get everyone together right?"

Nodding to Dorothy, Relena moved to the door, planning on just looking out to ask for refreshment, but instead having a lovely lady that was none other than Sally Po fall into her lap as she swung the door open, knocking them both to the floor. Groaning in pain, Relena pushed the older woman off of herself then proceeded to drag her into the room and closed the door.

"Alright, why were you listening in on us?" Relena was in a bad mood. Heero had been mean to her all day, and though she'd liked seeing Dorothy with no composure, having someone listening in on her was just something she couldn't stand to add to the list of events.

"Lady Catalonia was acting strangely, so when she went to you for help I thought maybe that would tell me why. It did, and it also told me how I came to posses some of my rather strange new memories..." Sally stood, dusting herself off as she did and looking at the other two in the room.

It was only then Relena took in the full appearance of Sally. She was stunned out of her reply. Sally looked to be no older than she was, possibly even a little younger! Getting to her feet Relena noted that Sally stood a couple inches shorter than her, and was gazing up at her with an amused expression.

"If I was uncertain before that those were real memories and knowledge, all doubt has been erased from my mind by the look on your face." Sally's dry comment served to drive Relena out of her stupor.

Getting herself together Relena opened the door. "I will order tea, then we can all talk about this, and try to figure out how many more people we need to get into contact with."

Thus Relena set about ordering tea, the other two giving her a strange look before sitting across from each other, both having a slightly dubious expression as they waited.

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Wufei was not a happy boy. He'd been dragged from dance to dance without a reprieve for long enough that his feet were beginning to get sore. He also had no idea who had been taking liberties with his backside due to the press of people, and was getting severely annoyed. Finally breaking free of the crowd, Wufei retreated into a corner, behind a few plants.

"This is a new one, usually you hide on the opposite side of the hall." The soft comment reached Wufei's ears, and he couldn't help but stiffen as he heard it. No, this was his dream world; he was not hearing that voice here.

Nataku approached him from in front of him, denying the possibility that she might be the one talking to him in that familiar alto. Slowly, Wufei turned around on his heel to see if his fears were correct.

"Did you know that when you die in one place you go to another?" The amused brown eyes of the girl were framed in a curtain of black hair, veiling her beautiful oriental features. "I always thought I would stick around to protect the people who lived, but I didn't." She raised a hand, spreading her fingers to look at her hand, then back to Wufei, with an impish expression on her face as she saw his utter shock. "I saw you around here though, but I decided to be nice to you and stick to my little cubbyhole when I came to court with the family I have here. So what did you do? You came to me. I did miss you Wufei." Moving forward while she was talking, the girl wrapped her arms around Wufei, hugging him.

Wufei moved his arms, wrapping them around the slender girl who was hugging him. It took only a moment before he was clutching the poor girl tightly in his arms, before pulling away from her entirely. "You.. How is this?"

The girl pulled back away from Wufei as he backed off, making no move to hold onto him. "I've had dreams of you, watching over you while you fight. You've done very well. Please don't be too shocked Wu Fei, I'm happy."

Nataku finally reached them, looking to the girl, then to the look of awe on Wufei's face. "Who is this to you Wufei?" Nataku clearly wanted to know why he had such a look on his face.

"It's..." Wufei glanced to Nataku then looked back to the girl. "Do you forgive me for your death? Have I done enough?"

The girl's face softened and she reached up, stroking the back of her fingers over Wufei's cheek. "Never blame yourself for that. You are forgiven if you feel you were at fault, but to me there is nothing to forgive. I have a new life here; you should have your own new life as well. Be happy that I am happy Wu Fei. Now I have to get to my life here. Don't suffer anymore for me. Good bye, Chang Wu Fei." Turning, the girl moved out into the crowd, her white dress fading among the dark clothes around her, as though she was just a dream.

Wufei stared after her retreating form, then looked down to Nataku, resting a hand on her head and giving her a soft smile as he saw her worried and perplexed expression. "That was Meiran, Nataku. She was my wife."

Nataku stood up on her hind legs, wrapping her clawed hands around Wufei's waist as he stood there. "Wufei, she said goodbye, maybe you should too."

"I have no others reasons to keep fighting Nataku.." Wufei looked down to Nataku, a sad expression on his face. When he saw the conviction on her face he smiled slightly. "Good bye Meiran. I will find a new reason to fight."

Nodding slightly, Nataku released Wufei and sat back, her orange eyes calm. Even as a solitary thought moved through her mind. {He needed to let her go. Needed to let me go. Maybe now he will finally see what he has been missing.}

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Zechs got away but sheer luck. A commotion off on the opposite side of the room had gained the attention of his devotees for just long enough that he could bolt from his seat. He had the lovely opportunity to spy on two very different conversations. First was the one between the brothers, and that intrigued him, because he just knew he was missing something, then, in the opposite corner on the same wall, he saw Wufei's scene. He also saw what Wufei did not. The girl merely vanished, but Wufei seemed happy, if still a little sad. He seemed peaceful, and he wouldn't ruin that. So, deciding he had better things to do, Zechs made plans to show Wufei was a real prankster could to, heading to the Sorcerer's private apartments.

To be continued.