Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Is there really such a thing as Dreaming? ❯ Chapter 8

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, 4+3 (Vier), 5+6, mystery stabber+2. ::Grins widely:: I'm not telling on some of the others that have come up, I refuse to spoil the suprize.

Ao- like that list wasn't enough.

Oh, quiet you.

Rating: R until further notice.

Warnings: Supernatural, crossdressing

Spoilers: None

Feedback: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Disclaimers: Yo, I own all them original characters. ::Giggles:: No I do not own the cast of Gundam Wing, as Bishi as they are, I am following the rule of fanfic authors and currently have no funds to spare on a lawsuit.

::Is getting glared at by her exotic little muse:: What?

Ao- You never call me Bishi...

::Grins:: No worries, you're absolutely Kawaii!

Ao- That's better. ::The short little blue haired man allows the significantly taller author to hug him:: Remember next time!

Notes: C'mon, I know there are at least ten of you out there reading this constantly. So what gives? Gimme a Review already! I only got a couple of reviews here. Thank you though! I'm not gonna keep listing who told me their opinions, but you know who you are! Oh, and I know this chapter is rather short, but I had a bit of writers block. Next one will be longer, promise.

Zechs snuck into the bedroom with suprizing ease. He'd thought the Sorcerer/ Gundam Pilot would be more concerned about his private space. Shrugging slightly as he found it to his own benefit, he slid the bag he had on his shoulder down by his feet. Kneeling, he opened the bag, bringing forth a little bottle of scent he'd, erm, acquired from a lovely lady in another wing of the castle who was staying with them. The smell was almost overwhelmingly of lilacs. Grinning to himself, Zechs pulled back the bedding on Wufei's bed, and standing back out of the path of the spray, squirted out the bottle until it was empty. Pulling the covers up to contain the smell, Zechs then went back to the bag, setting the bottle inside.

"At least you don't have to worry about smelling fresh as a daisy." Snickering a bit at his own joke, Zechs lifted a bottle of pure scent out of the bag, moving into Wufei's private bathroom. He halted immediately within the doorway, eyes wide. "This is more lavish than my own bathing chamber!"

Shaking off the sheer amount of things Wufei had decorated the room with, he moved to the bottles of Shampoo that were ranged alongside the tub, and opened them. Then, opening the strong smelling bottle of scent, he poured the entire little bottle in, recapping both and shaking the shampoo until he was certain there was no visible difference. He did a similar procedure with some conditioner, though this had a bit of dye in it. He had no wish to be killed for this, so he made sure the color, though bright, would only be temporary.

There was so much possibility that Zechs took his time, setting quite the variety of smell traps in Wufei's room, all designed to make sure that he would smell rather much in the variety of women's items he had applied to the little Sorcerer's things. Slipping out again as carefully as he had slipped in, Zechs slung the bag over his shoulder, a smile on his lips. He had a few other rooms to... Improve.

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Trowa sighed as he saw the determined expression on his sister's face. He'd been trying to get out of being any more detailed then that. He didn't know what else to tell the woman. Instead he just extended his hand to her with a faint, slightly forced smile. "Later?"

She eyed him for a long moment before taking the offered hand. "You owe me. I want to meet all the people in this little group of yours."

He shook his head slightly at that. {So do I.}

Seeing the action, Cathy sighed. "C'mon, we can't find anyone in here can we?" With that, she pulled him out the door, headed for the main area. She had no idea how that many people could dance so horribly.

Even as they entered one side of the dance floor, Trowa saw Heero enter from the opposite direction, a red haired man following him out then drifting in another direction from him. He was curious, but it didn't show, just like most all of his emotions didn't show. Tugging his sister a bit, Trowa got his hand lose and turned to her, offering the hand back again with a slight bow.

"Care to show them real dancing?" Trowa's eye held just the barest ghost of amusement when she took his hand.

"It would be my pleasure to show these fools what they are doing wrong." Catherine took his hand, allowing him to lead her onto the floor, pulling her into a formal dance, but with more flare and grace than the people around them were achieving by any stretch of the imagination.

The floor cleared slightly around the pair as they moved, months of working together at the circus having made it incredibly easy to match their paces to each other for the length of the song. It was only when the music came to a pause and the pair looked around them that their audience became obvious to them. Trowa dipped his head while Catherine beamed, letting her soak in the praise.

Vier moved up to them as the next song was about to begin. "Catherine my dearest, could you spare your beloved a dance as well?"

Catherine gave him a distinctly confused look, but took his hand. "Excuse me?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten that you agreed to marry me already!" Laughing softly, Vier's voice inspired a shiver to snake down the spine of the woman whose hand he held.

"No. No, of course I wouldn't forget that..." Giving Trowa a confused look, Catherine allowed herself to be led into the next dance. Trowa only watched for a moment before turning his gaze towards the lovely little blond standing in front of him. He never even noticed the slight gleam that was in the big blue eyes, and that was all for him.

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He had absolutely no intention of trying to understand. He just took it for what it was, an ending. As such, Wufei moved out into the crowd, giving a last pet to Nataku before he faced the crowds around him. He noted he wasn't the only one that seemed to be coming out of hiding, as he spotted a group of girl's drift out of the hallway where they had all been speaking before. Wufei blinked a couple times as the familiar visage of Sally was with that of the other two girls. Not a common sight, especially in this world.

Moving forward, Wufei wove carefully through the crowd to the trio of ladies, avoiding some of the more determined suitors in the crowd carefully to avoid having to dance anymore. Finally reaching the three, Wufei looked to Sally, then to each of the other in turn bowing slightly. "Ladies."

Sally looked at Wufei for a long moment before smiling widely. "Hello, Sorcerer Chang."

"Lady Po. Have you been talking with these two about anything... magical?" He tosses out the first word that could possibly describe the situation, having decided long before to be kinder to women in public in this place, even if in private he was not.

Sally sent a questioning look to the other two, an obvious look of 'does he know?' Relena took the conversation over for the confused girl, having been around from the start of the fiasco. "Yes, in fact, these two were both greatly interested in telling me all about some things. Even Nataku could contribute, right?"

Nataku gave Relena an annoyed look that would have make Heero proud, then gazed at the other two girls, not answering, but certainly taking the time to remember who they were in the scheme of things. She then turned her back on them, looking back to Wufei.

"Nataku cannot add much, though I will say we must all gather tonight, outside in the main courtyard, a little after midnight would be best. If you find any others of ours, please tell them to join us there, for we need everyone to figure out how to fix the problem." Wufei gave them a slight smile, then turned looking for the others to deliver his message. He had an idea.

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When Heero left off his explanations and smiled at his old companion, the dainty man nearly fainted. He was happy. He'd been waiting for years to see what person lay beneath the Heero of dreams, and here he had his chance. He had absolutely no want to waste such an opportunity.

"Since it appears that neither you nor I can return to our normal states of being for a while, would you feel put upon to keep me as a guest in your home until the matter is resolved?" The redhead swept into a formal bow, but he peered up through his long metallic red tresses hopefully.

Heero laughed a little then nodded, extending his hand to the other man, which was taken as he brought himself to his feet. "I would never deny a friend."

"I'm glad to know that. Well, you have your own task to complete, so I shall leave you for now, I will find you before you depart on the morn." With no other words, the pair moved to the end of the hall and parted ways, Heero heading back towards where Duo disappeared, even as the little redhead nearly vanished into the crowd around him.

Heero shook his head as he watched the display, but merely started checking the rooms that seemed likely places to talk, finding the majority of them empty. When he finally came to the one he wanted, Heero was amused by what he saw, a feral grin tracing his features as he moved soundlessly into the room. The pair were staring and glaring. The calm stare was from Treize, and the annoyed glare was from Duo. Heero held his mirth in check, through long practice, and swept up behind Duo, resting his hands suddenly on his shoulders.

"Certainly there are ways other than staring to get your reasoning across?" He'd leaned close to whisper the comment to Duo, and was pleased with the jump he caused. He was still far more reserved than any of the others, but while here, he was letting go a little. He didn't know how long the freedom would last, so he savored it.

Duo turned quickly, nearly spilling himself from the chair as he moved to face Heero, the spill of loose hair down his back and the long skirts aiding in making the move clumsy. "Man, you scared me! Nearly gave me a heart attack."

Heero watched as Duo tried to glare at him, causing a soft chuckle to arise from him as he ended up smiling and shaking his head. He then turned his attention to Treize. "How much do you know about your lives Treize? So far everyone has gotten a different dosing of their lives."

The question brought Treize's attention fully to the small man. He understood how powerful he was, and in his dream life, had always been careful of him, just as he was in his reality. "I remember I was part of a war, phrases, faces, but my place amist it all fails to be revealed to me. Perhaps that is for the best? I understand I am not a very liked or trusted person from what Duo has revealed to me."

"You're the cause of all the fighting! Of course you aren't trusted or liked!" Duo glared for a moment then looked to Heero as he felt his shoulder squeezed, a warning to him. "Yeah yeah, I'll figure out how to fix my problem." The last disgruntled murmur led to Duo's silence and he turned to look at the floor.

Heero shook his head a little, turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "Your memory of this place is complete?" Receiving an elegant nod, Heero smiled, almost a full smile. It suited him, even if he almost never allowed the expression to cross his face when any were looking.

Treize was about to speak when Wufei pushed the door open, looking inside quickly, then smiling a bit as he saw who was inside the room. So he wouldn't have to track each person down alone after all. "Good, less trips. We are all going to meet outside in the courtyard at midnight this evening. Enough time to give everyone a chance to get out of the formal clothing, because I insist everyone be entirely comfortable."

Wufei stepped further into the room, deciding this was the best group to discuss his plans with. He didn't know yet that not everyone had revealed them selves, but he had a feeling that he would find out soon enough.

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One person in particular had always paid close attention to one of the ladies, or rather, the perceived lady. He watched as Duo moved from conversation to conversation over the course of the evening, and as he was clinging even more tightly to the person he was supposed to marry. He was his, not that fools. Unfortunately, he had failed to convince the longhaired sprite of his serious intentions. He had wooed him. He'd even accepted that he was male. He then told him it was a mistake that would not happen ever again, that he could not be with him. He said his heart was already taken. The figure watching from the sidelines watched as many of the people of the court that never expressed more than a formal greeting were suddenly close to each other in actions and movements. He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew he had failed his spell. Duo should either be dead or his now. His Duo!

But it was not to be! Duo was not even acting like his normal charming self, his actions more graceful and his words more crude. He didn't understand it. Obsession had no understanding though, and that was what the man had. He was obsessed with Duo. After one night alone and in the bed of the longhaired man, he felt he should never again be forced to stay apart from him. Even if the person who dared part them was the other person in the parting. The man smiled, picking up out of a conversation that this little group of people should meet that night. He'd be there. Without a word to anyone, the figure slid away from the dance area and left the building. He had plans to make. This time he wouldn't make any mistakes.

To be continued.