STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLIED: All characters mentioned in this fanfic belong to GW, and the sonnet, 'Remember' is written by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

WARNINGS: yaoi (1x3in future chapters) and (mildly implied 2/3)

This fic is AU and it runs across two lifetimes. The present year is 1999AD and the past life is 1999BC (If you're wondering why I choose "1999", its because this fic is actually based off a rather similar X/1999 fanfic of mine. Well, at least it started out rather similarly and then it diverged from there) ;;; So in a way, the themes maybe mildly related to X.

NOTES:

I.assumed that the people at that time (1999BC) do not have family names, for example it is just Heero and not Heero Yuy.

Names: Present life (past life): Triton Bloom (Trowa), Heero Yuy (Heero), Raberba Winner (Quatre), Chang Fei (Wufei), Duo Maxwell (And orphan without a name, and goes by the nick: Lord Death).

I've assumed that in 1999 AD Duo and Hirde are twins, and Triton and Catherine are their cousins. (All four of them lived in the same house.)

Words in italics represents lines from Christina Rossetti's poem, 'Remember'.

Remembrance (GW version)

-- Prologue --

It was way past midnight, but Triton was still sitting at his desk struggling to complete the assignment at hand, however this just seemed beyond his capacity at the moment.

Triton stared blankly at the piece of paper before him...

His mind seemed to have frozen off, nothing on the paper made any sense to him at this particular moment; all was but a blur, an incoherent mass of junk.

Triton was at his wit's end. He was supposed to analyse this poem in preparation for his English class tomorrow, but so far his efforts had been futile... No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, his concentration will last only momentarily, before his mind wandered off again. He knew that he had been overly distracted recently; too much so that was loosing control over his daily life; too much so that it was affecting his responsibilities as a student and Triton was usually a good student all till recently, when his life became a tangled mess. Yet, there was nothing much he could do about it...

After all, regardless of how had he tried to rid his mind of the constant distraction, it still remained there...

Somehow, the man of his dreams had even found the way to worm through his daily thoughts. Regardless of how much he forced himself to forget the face that had appeared recurrently in all his recent dreams, it still appeared always... every time... everywhere...

Worst of all, sometimes, these dreams would suddenly just turn into some horrid nightmare, resulting in Triton waking up in fright, and bathing in cold sweats. At times, the nightmares may be so twisted and horrifying that he would woke up with a gut-wrenching scream, thus rousing the rest of the members of the house from their dreamlands and causing them, all of them – his elder sister, Catherine, and their live-in cousin, Hirde and Duo Maxwell to rush to his room immediately, bringing about massive embarrassment for his rather shy self.

With each passing day, and each recurring dream, Triton was getting worrier and worrier, and was increasingly desperate to see the owner of that particular face of his dream. He could not comprehend why these dreams had such an adverse impact on him. Nor could he understand why his heart always ached when he thought about that man. Was he not just a person in his dreams? But, if that were the case, then why would he keep having the same dreams? And even more so, why did he feel this odd yearning for that man? And why did it make him feel so worry and sad at the thought that he may never ever get to see him?

All Triton knew was that he had to rid himself off this state of mind soon, for this depression of his was not only jeopardising his life, but also causing his family and friends to be worried. However, Triton really didn't know what to do, regardless of how much effort he put in his attempts to brain-wash himself that all were but harmless dreams, or how supportive the others had been in his recent despair, he still could not shake off this cloud of sadness that was hovering over him. So all he could do was to put on a mask, and acted as if as is well. But, the problem was that he had not been very successful in masking himself so far, especially from Duo and his two closest buddies, Raberba Winner and Chang Fei, who somehow always manage to see past his mask...

To made matters worst, fate had once again struck him with such a cruel hand. Of all the world's poems to choose from, why must that English language teacher of his chose this poem? This poem with the title 'Remember', was just plainly not aiding him in his quest to rid his mind of its distraction!

Triton really wished that he could just dump this task aside and go straight to bed, but well... he didn't want to cause his dearest sister, Catherine to start worrying about his school life too, (especially since she already had so much to worry about being the sole bread-winner and all, plus the recent economic downturn was aiding the situation much), and well... a homework was well... a homework... and he had to do it no matter what. Furthermore, he could not possibly argue with his teacher that he was too busy fighting off some strange dreams and pinning for some man whom he don't even know!

Triton forced himself out of his thoughts and tried once again to analyse the poem at hand. However, his effort was once again lost on reaching the third line of the poem...

When you can no more hold me by the hand

Hazy flashes of dream-like memory once again flooded his mind...

First, he saw himself sitting by the man's bed, holding onto his limp hand...

Closely followed by the image of himself regaining consciousness to the same man by his side, holding onto his hand...

Were not all these extracts from the dreams, but why... but why did they seem more like some long-forgotten memories? Why did they seem so real? Was this a forbearing of something to come? Or what?

The clock in the hallway chimed two, waking Triton up from his daze. "I better stop my mind from wandering off anymore tonight, or else I'll never get any sleep!" Triton grumbled out loud, before returning to his work.

Finally, things seemed to flow smoothly for Triton, well... that was at least till he reached the last six lines of the sonnet:

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

For some unknown reason, these lines seemed to strike a chord at his heart. He could feel the sudden pull at his heartstring... but... but why?

Some verge memory, some sort of remembrance seemed to creep through his mind, and Triton unresistingly laid down his head on his desk, willing himself to sleep; allowing himself to be pulled into a dream of reality long gone... a remembrance of an ancient past... a memory of another lifetime...

-- Prologue (End) --

Thank you for reading. I hope that you've enjoyed the fic.