Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Unicorn ❯ Chapter 6
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 318 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 318 | Status: Completed
Category: Yaoi, AU, idea taken from novel The Last Unicorn, none of the script or actual excerpts will be reproduced here, just the main idea of the unicorn
Warnings: slight angst but I doubt it, mostly dialog in this part, will be shonen ai in future, possibility for major/minor angst
Pairings: 3+4
Title: The Last Unicorn
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Part 6
--Boy, I haven't seen you in years, you keep odd friends--
Trying to calm Quatre who seemed not to hear him, Trowa managed a slight nod. "Quatre, listen to me." He kept his voice soft as he laid a hand on the unicorn's shoulder, but again he was almost knocked over when the creature shoved him back. "Can't you hear me?!"
--Probably not, boy, instinct is strong in the eternals-- Blinking glowing eyes that changed color at random, the dragon didn't move. --Like when I saw you first with my babe in your arms, my first thought was to kill you. Remember how long it took? But he is young and strange to me; he does not run as is his kind's nature--
"What can I do?" Trowa asked, hands curling into fists as he stared at Quatre who continued to ignore him. "How can I get though to him?"
--Trowa!!--
Eyes huge, Trowa jerked and looked up, letting out a surprised cry as long claws wrapped around his waist and he was lifted into the air. "Doonal?!" Gasping as he clutched the claws that held him carefully, Trowa stared up at the golden eyes so close to his as the small dragon's curved neck brought it's triangular head within view. Hearing a piercing scream from below, Trowa choked and looked down, cursing harshly. "Doonal, put me down, quickly."
--Trowa! It's been so long! I missed you-- Holding the tall boy to his chest, the light green dragon made a spiral with it's long wings, crooning a low, throaty cry.
Dizzy from the circling, it took a moment before he could find Quatre and his breath stopped. "No!"
Rearing on his hind legs, Quatre screamed again, forelegs waving as his eyes blazed as white as his coat. He'd no sooner touched ground than he launched himself at the huge dragon, skidding to a halt when she lifted with a powerful downward sweep of her wings. With no enemy, he seemed lost for a moment before his neck curved and he looked up.
//Trowa.......//
He looked so small from above, and his voice was a tiny whispered breath in Trowa's mind. "Quatre! It's all right. Can you hear me?! Quatre?" As much as he hated to see Quatre's confusion, he understood Muave's methods. As he'd done with her, she'd taken away the unicorn's enemy and left him without a target. Now it was a matter of waiting until his instinct gave way to his intelligence. "Quatre?"
//Trowa no. No.// Running in a tight circle, he reared and screamed a challenge. //No. No.//
"Quatre! Please, Quatre..." The white animal was running in strange non-concentric circles as if he'd gone crazy. "My God..."
//No!!!!//
Halting and rearing so suddenly that he nearly pitched over backwards, Quatre was consumed in a familiar light, but when it dissipated, Trowa couldn't find him. Then the large dragon let out a roar and moved in front of Trowa. Something white showed to the side of her as Muave darted her head and Trowa screamed. "This isn't happening!"
Moving with surprising speed, she blocked the progress of the small dragon that was trying so diligently to get past her. --I don't believe this! Boy! This is your *friend*?!--
Staring in horror and fascination as the small white dragon darted away from Muave's head, Trowa dug his hands into Doonal's clawed feet. "Drop me! Muave, tell him to drop me!" Despite the fact that the order was his, he let out a sharp cry as he was released and the ground rushed up at him. Then he was caught and he started to feel relief, then he realized it was Muave and not Quatre. "What are you doing?!"
--What you did with me, remember boy?--
He did remember, but that didn't help when he was pressed to the dirt beneath Muave's huge paw, claws preventing him from moving even if he'd wanted to. He could barely raise his head, but he could hear the beat of wings as Quatre landed, following the bait without fail. When the threats came, he couldn't believe Muave's memory as they were almost the same as the one's he'd used so long ago.
--Stop there or he dies. Don't make me hurt him, that's not what you want. Think, don't kill him-- Eyes blazing gold, Muave watched the white dragon as she admired the form. For a shape-shifted unicorn, he made a beautiful dragon.
Glaring at her, the dragon's forehead glowed in a diamond shape before the unicorn returned in a flash, screaming at her.
--Fine, then, he dies-- Lowering her head, Muave's mouth opened and she paused over Trowa, her eyes holding Quatre who had frozen.
//No!// Shuddering, Quatre stepped toward her, head hung low rather than threatening and he stopped mere feet from where she waited, poised above Trowa. //Trowa...//
Heart jumping to his throat in relief, he watched as Quatre slowly sank to his knees and stretched his neck toward him. "Quatre," he whispered, pain filling him as he suddenly felt the unicorn again. "Quatre..."
Curving his neck so his chin touched his chest, he touched the tip of his long horn to the ground. //Don't...please? Not Trowa...//
--If I let him go, you'll control yourself, understand?-- The unicorn nodded slightly, horn making marks on the ground. --Fine--
Breathing easier as the claws were gone, Trowa pushed himself shakily to his feet and moved to kneel beside Quatre, wrapping his arms around the unicorn's neck. "Quatre, are you all right?"
//I'm sorry Trowa. I couldn't protect you...//
"She's my friend, Quatre. Do you understand?"
//Trowa...I'm sorry. I have to go.// Pulling away, Quatre stumbled to his feet. //I'll wait for you, but I can't stay here.// Turning, he bolted toward the safety of the trees.
"Quatre!?"
//Talk to your friend...I'll wait for you...//
"Quatre!" Standing quickly, Trowa started to go after him.
--Boy!-- Halting, he turned back to where Muave was watching him, eyes glinting as Doonal landed beside her. --You came for a reason, what is it? Why did you come here bringing the dread enemy of my kind?--
Eyes widening as he glanced in the direction Quatre had gone, he stared up at her. "Enemy? Quatre?!"
--Unicorns, boy. The only creature able to imitate our form and thereby have the strength to defeat us. Had he been grown it would have been a fight to the death--
"No...I didn't know. Quatre would never do that..."
--You speak of the creature that dared to face me even though he is younger than my babe, the instincts of eternals such as he and I are very strong, boy. Had I not known you I would have killed him the second I recognized his scent--
"I'm sorry." Torn between his reason for coming and the need to find Quatre, Trowa finally gave in. "I need to ask you something, but knowing that you are an enemy to unicorns, I don't think you'd tell me."
--I owe you, boy-- Muave answered, brushing her cheek against the small dragon near her. --Ask your question and I will answer--
"I want to know if there are other unicorns," Trowa said, "I want to find them."
--They are gone. Taken by the red bull who once scoured the land and captured every one. If he still lives, it would be near the sea. Go south, boy, till the land ends--
"Muave, I make you a promise. If I find them, I won't free them till they agree to leave your kind alone."
--You can't promise that-- Muave said, eyes glinting with humor. --We are mortal enemies, boy, we were made to fight each other. Otherwise, dragons die out as there is not enough food to survive. We kill each other off. Better that we fight a unicorn than each other. If you find them, if they live, free them that nature may take its course--
"But there are so few of you," Trowa whispered, imagining Quatre fighting against her. His blood ran cold. "Surely there are not so many as to necessitate battle."
--There are more than you know. They sleep, waiting for the balance to return. Give us back our competition and they shall rise. Our race will not die out with my son--
"Doonal...surely there is another way."
--No. This is life. Only an eternal is meant to kill another eternal. When one is lost the other flourishes until it turns upon itself in an attempt to right the balance. Don't argue with life, boy. Help your friend. He is defenseless without the others. I am not the only dragon alive in this time. The next will kill first and not think for years. He'll die--
* * *
TBC
Warnings: slight angst but I doubt it, mostly dialog in this part, will be shonen ai in future, possibility for major/minor angst
Pairings: 3+4
Title: The Last Unicorn
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Part 6
--Boy, I haven't seen you in years, you keep odd friends--
Trying to calm Quatre who seemed not to hear him, Trowa managed a slight nod. "Quatre, listen to me." He kept his voice soft as he laid a hand on the unicorn's shoulder, but again he was almost knocked over when the creature shoved him back. "Can't you hear me?!"
--Probably not, boy, instinct is strong in the eternals-- Blinking glowing eyes that changed color at random, the dragon didn't move. --Like when I saw you first with my babe in your arms, my first thought was to kill you. Remember how long it took? But he is young and strange to me; he does not run as is his kind's nature--
"What can I do?" Trowa asked, hands curling into fists as he stared at Quatre who continued to ignore him. "How can I get though to him?"
--Trowa!!--
Eyes huge, Trowa jerked and looked up, letting out a surprised cry as long claws wrapped around his waist and he was lifted into the air. "Doonal?!" Gasping as he clutched the claws that held him carefully, Trowa stared up at the golden eyes so close to his as the small dragon's curved neck brought it's triangular head within view. Hearing a piercing scream from below, Trowa choked and looked down, cursing harshly. "Doonal, put me down, quickly."
--Trowa! It's been so long! I missed you-- Holding the tall boy to his chest, the light green dragon made a spiral with it's long wings, crooning a low, throaty cry.
Dizzy from the circling, it took a moment before he could find Quatre and his breath stopped. "No!"
Rearing on his hind legs, Quatre screamed again, forelegs waving as his eyes blazed as white as his coat. He'd no sooner touched ground than he launched himself at the huge dragon, skidding to a halt when she lifted with a powerful downward sweep of her wings. With no enemy, he seemed lost for a moment before his neck curved and he looked up.
//Trowa.......//
He looked so small from above, and his voice was a tiny whispered breath in Trowa's mind. "Quatre! It's all right. Can you hear me?! Quatre?" As much as he hated to see Quatre's confusion, he understood Muave's methods. As he'd done with her, she'd taken away the unicorn's enemy and left him without a target. Now it was a matter of waiting until his instinct gave way to his intelligence. "Quatre?"
//Trowa no. No.// Running in a tight circle, he reared and screamed a challenge. //No. No.//
"Quatre! Please, Quatre..." The white animal was running in strange non-concentric circles as if he'd gone crazy. "My God..."
//No!!!!//
Halting and rearing so suddenly that he nearly pitched over backwards, Quatre was consumed in a familiar light, but when it dissipated, Trowa couldn't find him. Then the large dragon let out a roar and moved in front of Trowa. Something white showed to the side of her as Muave darted her head and Trowa screamed. "This isn't happening!"
Moving with surprising speed, she blocked the progress of the small dragon that was trying so diligently to get past her. --I don't believe this! Boy! This is your *friend*?!--
Staring in horror and fascination as the small white dragon darted away from Muave's head, Trowa dug his hands into Doonal's clawed feet. "Drop me! Muave, tell him to drop me!" Despite the fact that the order was his, he let out a sharp cry as he was released and the ground rushed up at him. Then he was caught and he started to feel relief, then he realized it was Muave and not Quatre. "What are you doing?!"
--What you did with me, remember boy?--
He did remember, but that didn't help when he was pressed to the dirt beneath Muave's huge paw, claws preventing him from moving even if he'd wanted to. He could barely raise his head, but he could hear the beat of wings as Quatre landed, following the bait without fail. When the threats came, he couldn't believe Muave's memory as they were almost the same as the one's he'd used so long ago.
--Stop there or he dies. Don't make me hurt him, that's not what you want. Think, don't kill him-- Eyes blazing gold, Muave watched the white dragon as she admired the form. For a shape-shifted unicorn, he made a beautiful dragon.
Glaring at her, the dragon's forehead glowed in a diamond shape before the unicorn returned in a flash, screaming at her.
--Fine, then, he dies-- Lowering her head, Muave's mouth opened and she paused over Trowa, her eyes holding Quatre who had frozen.
//No!// Shuddering, Quatre stepped toward her, head hung low rather than threatening and he stopped mere feet from where she waited, poised above Trowa. //Trowa...//
Heart jumping to his throat in relief, he watched as Quatre slowly sank to his knees and stretched his neck toward him. "Quatre," he whispered, pain filling him as he suddenly felt the unicorn again. "Quatre..."
Curving his neck so his chin touched his chest, he touched the tip of his long horn to the ground. //Don't...please? Not Trowa...//
--If I let him go, you'll control yourself, understand?-- The unicorn nodded slightly, horn making marks on the ground. --Fine--
Breathing easier as the claws were gone, Trowa pushed himself shakily to his feet and moved to kneel beside Quatre, wrapping his arms around the unicorn's neck. "Quatre, are you all right?"
//I'm sorry Trowa. I couldn't protect you...//
"She's my friend, Quatre. Do you understand?"
//Trowa...I'm sorry. I have to go.// Pulling away, Quatre stumbled to his feet. //I'll wait for you, but I can't stay here.// Turning, he bolted toward the safety of the trees.
"Quatre!?"
//Talk to your friend...I'll wait for you...//
"Quatre!" Standing quickly, Trowa started to go after him.
--Boy!-- Halting, he turned back to where Muave was watching him, eyes glinting as Doonal landed beside her. --You came for a reason, what is it? Why did you come here bringing the dread enemy of my kind?--
Eyes widening as he glanced in the direction Quatre had gone, he stared up at her. "Enemy? Quatre?!"
--Unicorns, boy. The only creature able to imitate our form and thereby have the strength to defeat us. Had he been grown it would have been a fight to the death--
"No...I didn't know. Quatre would never do that..."
--You speak of the creature that dared to face me even though he is younger than my babe, the instincts of eternals such as he and I are very strong, boy. Had I not known you I would have killed him the second I recognized his scent--
"I'm sorry." Torn between his reason for coming and the need to find Quatre, Trowa finally gave in. "I need to ask you something, but knowing that you are an enemy to unicorns, I don't think you'd tell me."
--I owe you, boy-- Muave answered, brushing her cheek against the small dragon near her. --Ask your question and I will answer--
"I want to know if there are other unicorns," Trowa said, "I want to find them."
--They are gone. Taken by the red bull who once scoured the land and captured every one. If he still lives, it would be near the sea. Go south, boy, till the land ends--
"Muave, I make you a promise. If I find them, I won't free them till they agree to leave your kind alone."
--You can't promise that-- Muave said, eyes glinting with humor. --We are mortal enemies, boy, we were made to fight each other. Otherwise, dragons die out as there is not enough food to survive. We kill each other off. Better that we fight a unicorn than each other. If you find them, if they live, free them that nature may take its course--
"But there are so few of you," Trowa whispered, imagining Quatre fighting against her. His blood ran cold. "Surely there are not so many as to necessitate battle."
--There are more than you know. They sleep, waiting for the balance to return. Give us back our competition and they shall rise. Our race will not die out with my son--
"Doonal...surely there is another way."
--No. This is life. Only an eternal is meant to kill another eternal. When one is lost the other flourishes until it turns upon itself in an attempt to right the balance. Don't argue with life, boy. Help your friend. He is defenseless without the others. I am not the only dragon alive in this time. The next will kill first and not think for years. He'll die--
* * *
TBC