Proud and regal, he stood by the edge, looking down beneath. With a gentle leap, he spreaded his wings and soared towards the clouds. Sunlight fell on his white, bird-like wings, giving it a tinge of gold. Passing through layers of clouds, he began to descend, lower and lower, until the world below became visible; a picturesque scene with a variety of hues. He savored the ocean breeze as he soared past each vast crystal blue waters; dwelled in the many scent of flowers and herbs as he flew over luscious forests, grasslands and meadows; admired the elegance of each towering mountains as he flew past stretches of mountain ranges......
Then, he saw, a color most striking, stopped him in his steps. Violet-blue. Violet- blue eyes which glowed a luminous purple when angered; which hypnotized and paralysed its victims. Leather – like black wings that were almost as tough as gundamium; a gold – encrusted scythe, its blade gleamed a deathly silver, sending chills down the spine; and wavy, long bright brunette tresses, that contrasted with his overall black and gold. Elegant and deadly, the epitome of death itself. Yet, the smile on his face was not a mask, but a genuine feeling that came from the heart, full of sincerity and friendship loyalty....
"Hey, Heero, Heero! Wake up!"
Heero instantly snapped up. Right in front of him was Duo, staring at him cheekily.
"Well, looks like you fell asleep with your laptop again. Relax man! This is no emergency mission or anything alike, so you don't need to work till you drop. Get some rest ,pal. I'll be right back."
Duo gave him a wink and left. Alone for now, Heero put down his laptop, then looked up into the clear, blue sky. Details of that strange dream he had flashed across his mind. Although they were only dreams, the feeling to them were very real. As if it was part of his memory, buried deep yet not forgotten...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters, so don't sue me.