Shadows of the Past
Title: Shadows of the Past
Series: Gundam Wing
Author: Snow Tigra
Rating: R, to be safe, though honestly even I don't know what to expect
Pairing: Oh where do I start? The main pairing is 2x5
Warnings: AU. Strange shadow creatures, evil light, crossbreeds and dancers.
Spoilers: Naw, course not.
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Notes: I use the words 'Era' and 'Eros' in this story. These are latin for Lord and Lady, respectably. They are titles for royalty, so don't get confused. They are not names, they are titles.
Part 1
The moon shone brightly in the sky as the woman clutched the small bundle to her chest. She wasn't being chased, but still she ran as fast as she could in her long skirts. Long curled black hair hung around her face, falling out of the two thick braids. Her soft eyes blinked wildly as she stumbled through the fields. Coming to the edge of the clearing she slowed and glanced around. Yet she found no one.
"Hello?" she whispered quietly, careful not to wake her precious sleeping bundle.
Before her the tall grasses wavered in the wind and two young forms padded out into the moonlight. Both looked similar in the dim light, their long blond locks curling down their backs. The boy had his pulled back into a thin, long pony tail while his sister wore hers loose to flow in the wind.
"Are you…?"
The boy nodded and flashed a light smile. "This way, quickly." Taking her arm he pulled her into the trees and down into a small circle made of colored stones. She dropped to her knees and breathed a small sigh of relief.
"You're safe here, for now." The girl said. "Let me take him." Reaching out her hands she gestured toward the woman's bundle.
Hesitantly the woman handed the bundle to the girl.
"Hello there, little one," the blond girl cooed. "My name's Sylvia." She unwrapped the bundle and smiled softly. "Oh, he is a beauty." In her arms a young boy slept soundly, thin black hair curled around his soft head. She slid her finger down the sleeping baby's face and he smiled lightly in his sleep. "What a beautiful prince."
The woman looked up in worry but the boy placed a calming hand on her shoulder.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Eros?"
The woman nodded. "I've seen everything that happens there, the killings, the wars. I can't let him live in that world. It's my duty as his mother to keep him safe from that life." She swallowed. "I'm leaving, with or without your help."
The boy smiled. "You have our help, Eros."
"Please don't use that title. Just take him where he will be safe."
The boy and the girl shook their heads. Sylvia gently handed the baby to her blond brother. "You are his mother, it is your duty to raise him."
"They will come looking for me."
Sylvia stepped over to the woman and placed her hands together, blowing softly into her own palms. Reaching forward she slid her hands over the woman's head, just barley brushing against her soft hair. As her hands moved over the woman's hair the long black locks thickened and curled and shifted to a light blond the color of the sun. The woman blinked as her eyes also shifted to a light blue.
She pulled back quickly and glanced at her long hair. "Is this permanent?"
Sylvia nodded. "For as long as you live. The moment you die you will revert back. I have taken your Shadow Aspect away. This way you may protect him."
"Thank you."
The boy handed back the baby to the woman. "Take that path to the city beyond a sunset. And you know that if any trouble shows up we will be close by."
"Thank you so much." Taking the child back in her arms she took off down the path as the sun began to rise over the horizon. Meanwhile the two blond teens glanced at each other. Stepping forward they wrapped their hands together in hope for the hiding newborn.
"I hope he'll make it," Quatre said softly.
Sylvia squeezed her twin brother's hand. "He'll make it. We'll make sure he makes it."
Quatre smiled and nodded.
**
~Eighteen Years Later~
Trowa glanced down from his resting spot on his loft as the door to the room opened. His olive green eyes watched as the teenage boy stepped into the room and pulled off his dark sunglasses, glancing around. If this boy was indeed his new roommate then things would turn out quite interesting, and not just because the previous year he'd had a single room.
His new roommate had had all his boxes moved into the room before he'd moved and now they were piled upon and around his low bed. The boy who stepped into the room was thinly built but what meat he had on his bones was definitely muscle. Thin black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and he replaced his sunglasses with a pair of plain wire frame glasses. Dark eyes scanned the room and boxes, finally setting on Trowa.
Trowa lifted a hand in greeting. "I'm Trowa and I'm guessing you're my new roommate."
The boy nodded and slipped off his black denim jacket, dropping it on the bed. "Wufei Chang." Wufei turned his attention away from Trowa and opened one of the boxes. Murmuring softly to himself about the contents he began to unpack his things.
The room was fairly average compared to most college dorm rooms. Two cabinets for clothes, two beds, a shelf above two desks and that was it. Trowa had traded his bed for a loft which held a futon under it and a small TV set on the desk across from the futon, otherwise he'd managed to fit most of his stuff in his closet. That meant that Wufei had plenty of room for his things. Trowa found it very interesting that most of the things the boy had with him were thick books. But they weren't of the fiction sort; instead they were well read academic volumes covering a wide range of subjects. Trowa raised an eyebrow as Wufei moved to the second box, which was also full of books.
"What are you studying?" Wufei asked, glancing only for a moment to the book in Trowa's hands before returning to putting his things away.
Trowa held up his book for Wufei to see. "Science fiction. I don't study until classes start."
Wufei paused as if he thought that was strange but shrugged it off. He began placing more books on the shelf above the desks. "What year?"
"Second," Trowa said, closing his book. "Majoring in computer science, what about you?"
"First year, World Lit."
Trowa nodded and jumped gracefully down from his bunk. "I'll leave you to unpack, getting something to eat. See you later tonight."
Wufei watched his roommate leave the room, watching until the door closed quietly after him. Glancing at the new empty room he allowed himself to slightly relax and let out a sigh. He put away the books in his hands and then lay down across the carpeted floor, since his bed was still covered with boxes.
He concentrated on the ceiling and relaxed. As he lay on the floor he finally let himself unwind, the clenching in his stomach returning to normal. He was finally here, finally on his own and away from his over-protective mother. It wasn't that he hated his mother, on the contrary he loved her very much, but her constant paranoia about whom he talked with, where he was and just everything was getting very old. Strangely most would think this drove him up the wall, and it did at times, but he knew she had reason. He knew his mother was very strong and bold and she had demonstrated many times that she would die for his sake. He respected her, but so many times it was hard to understand her paranoia when she gave him no clues about the past.
Rolling onto his side he closed his eyes and smiled. Still, despite everything, he was glad she'd finally allowed him out on his own, even though she lived only half an hour away. He considered that distance a major accomplishment for her and was determined to prove to her that he could take care of himself and she didn't need to worry as much. He'd prove to his mother that she'd raised a strong son, who could take on his own share of problems and still come out on top. Still, despite his strong feelings, he was still in a small state of shock from the amount of freedom he'd just gained in one fail swoop. He honestly wasn't sure what he was going to do with all of it.
Standing up he finished unpacking all his belongings, arranging everything to his comfort and making his bed. Then, following Trowa's example, he opened a can of pop and opened his newest textbook. Settling in his bed he dove into the academic anthology and soon was lost to the world.
**
Outside the room's one window, a small cat perched on a tree branch, watching Wufei with careful and curious bright blue eyes. His black fur ruffled as a chilly wind crept past. Swinging his tail he stood up and padded his way down the branch, jumping to the outside windowsill. Moving slowly he sniffed the edges of the window then settled down to watch the boy as he lay on his bed reading.
Hours passed and neither moved. Wufei long ago finished off his can of pop, leaving it forgotten on the floor next to his bed. He barely moved save for the fairly constant rate of turning pages in his book. Meanwhile, the obsidian furred feline padded around and switched positions until he was comfortable, finally opting to lay down and rest his head in his forepaws as he kept watch.
No matter how many hours passed the bright blue eyes never closed and never left Wufei's form. The cat stayed ever watchful, almost as if its life depended on it.
Title: Shadows of the Past
Series: Gundam Wing
Author: Snow Tigra
Rating: R, to be safe, though honestly even I don't know what to expect
Pairing: Oh where do I start? The main pairing is 2x5
Warnings: AU. Strange shadow creatures, evil light, crossbreeds and dancers.
Spoilers: Naw, course not.
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Notes: I use the words 'Era' and 'Eros' in this story. These are latin for Lord and Lady, respectably. They are titles for royalty, so don't get confused. They are not names, they are titles.
Part 1
The moon shone brightly in the sky as the woman clutched the small bundle to her chest. She wasn't being chased, but still she ran as fast as she could in her long skirts. Long curled black hair hung around her face, falling out of the two thick braids. Her soft eyes blinked wildly as she stumbled through the fields. Coming to the edge of the clearing she slowed and glanced around. Yet she found no one.
"Hello?" she whispered quietly, careful not to wake her precious sleeping bundle.
Before her the tall grasses wavered in the wind and two young forms padded out into the moonlight. Both looked similar in the dim light, their long blond locks curling down their backs. The boy had his pulled back into a thin, long pony tail while his sister wore hers loose to flow in the wind.
"Are you…?"
The boy nodded and flashed a light smile. "This way, quickly." Taking her arm he pulled her into the trees and down into a small circle made of colored stones. She dropped to her knees and breathed a small sigh of relief.
"You're safe here, for now." The girl said. "Let me take him." Reaching out her hands she gestured toward the woman's bundle.
Hesitantly the woman handed the bundle to the girl.
"Hello there, little one," the blond girl cooed. "My name's Sylvia." She unwrapped the bundle and smiled softly. "Oh, he is a beauty." In her arms a young boy slept soundly, thin black hair curled around his soft head. She slid her finger down the sleeping baby's face and he smiled lightly in his sleep. "What a beautiful prince."
The woman looked up in worry but the boy placed a calming hand on her shoulder.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Eros?"
The woman nodded. "I've seen everything that happens there, the killings, the wars. I can't let him live in that world. It's my duty as his mother to keep him safe from that life." She swallowed. "I'm leaving, with or without your help."
The boy smiled. "You have our help, Eros."
"Please don't use that title. Just take him where he will be safe."
The boy and the girl shook their heads. Sylvia gently handed the baby to her blond brother. "You are his mother, it is your duty to raise him."
"They will come looking for me."
Sylvia stepped over to the woman and placed her hands together, blowing softly into her own palms. Reaching forward she slid her hands over the woman's head, just barley brushing against her soft hair. As her hands moved over the woman's hair the long black locks thickened and curled and shifted to a light blond the color of the sun. The woman blinked as her eyes also shifted to a light blue.
She pulled back quickly and glanced at her long hair. "Is this permanent?"
Sylvia nodded. "For as long as you live. The moment you die you will revert back. I have taken your Shadow Aspect away. This way you may protect him."
"Thank you."
The boy handed back the baby to the woman. "Take that path to the city beyond a sunset. And you know that if any trouble shows up we will be close by."
"Thank you so much." Taking the child back in her arms she took off down the path as the sun began to rise over the horizon. Meanwhile the two blond teens glanced at each other. Stepping forward they wrapped their hands together in hope for the hiding newborn.
"I hope he'll make it," Quatre said softly.
Sylvia squeezed her twin brother's hand. "He'll make it. We'll make sure he makes it."
Quatre smiled and nodded.
**
~Eighteen Years Later~
Trowa glanced down from his resting spot on his loft as the door to the room opened. His olive green eyes watched as the teenage boy stepped into the room and pulled off his dark sunglasses, glancing around. If this boy was indeed his new roommate then things would turn out quite interesting, and not just because the previous year he'd had a single room.
His new roommate had had all his boxes moved into the room before he'd moved and now they were piled upon and around his low bed. The boy who stepped into the room was thinly built but what meat he had on his bones was definitely muscle. Thin black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and he replaced his sunglasses with a pair of plain wire frame glasses. Dark eyes scanned the room and boxes, finally setting on Trowa.
Trowa lifted a hand in greeting. "I'm Trowa and I'm guessing you're my new roommate."
The boy nodded and slipped off his black denim jacket, dropping it on the bed. "Wufei Chang." Wufei turned his attention away from Trowa and opened one of the boxes. Murmuring softly to himself about the contents he began to unpack his things.
The room was fairly average compared to most college dorm rooms. Two cabinets for clothes, two beds, a shelf above two desks and that was it. Trowa had traded his bed for a loft which held a futon under it and a small TV set on the desk across from the futon, otherwise he'd managed to fit most of his stuff in his closet. That meant that Wufei had plenty of room for his things. Trowa found it very interesting that most of the things the boy had with him were thick books. But they weren't of the fiction sort; instead they were well read academic volumes covering a wide range of subjects. Trowa raised an eyebrow as Wufei moved to the second box, which was also full of books.
"What are you studying?" Wufei asked, glancing only for a moment to the book in Trowa's hands before returning to putting his things away.
Trowa held up his book for Wufei to see. "Science fiction. I don't study until classes start."
Wufei paused as if he thought that was strange but shrugged it off. He began placing more books on the shelf above the desks. "What year?"
"Second," Trowa said, closing his book. "Majoring in computer science, what about you?"
"First year, World Lit."
Trowa nodded and jumped gracefully down from his bunk. "I'll leave you to unpack, getting something to eat. See you later tonight."
Wufei watched his roommate leave the room, watching until the door closed quietly after him. Glancing at the new empty room he allowed himself to slightly relax and let out a sigh. He put away the books in his hands and then lay down across the carpeted floor, since his bed was still covered with boxes.
He concentrated on the ceiling and relaxed. As he lay on the floor he finally let himself unwind, the clenching in his stomach returning to normal. He was finally here, finally on his own and away from his over-protective mother. It wasn't that he hated his mother, on the contrary he loved her very much, but her constant paranoia about whom he talked with, where he was and just everything was getting very old. Strangely most would think this drove him up the wall, and it did at times, but he knew she had reason. He knew his mother was very strong and bold and she had demonstrated many times that she would die for his sake. He respected her, but so many times it was hard to understand her paranoia when she gave him no clues about the past.
Rolling onto his side he closed his eyes and smiled. Still, despite everything, he was glad she'd finally allowed him out on his own, even though she lived only half an hour away. He considered that distance a major accomplishment for her and was determined to prove to her that he could take care of himself and she didn't need to worry as much. He'd prove to his mother that she'd raised a strong son, who could take on his own share of problems and still come out on top. Still, despite his strong feelings, he was still in a small state of shock from the amount of freedom he'd just gained in one fail swoop. He honestly wasn't sure what he was going to do with all of it.
Standing up he finished unpacking all his belongings, arranging everything to his comfort and making his bed. Then, following Trowa's example, he opened a can of pop and opened his newest textbook. Settling in his bed he dove into the academic anthology and soon was lost to the world.
**
Outside the room's one window, a small cat perched on a tree branch, watching Wufei with careful and curious bright blue eyes. His black fur ruffled as a chilly wind crept past. Swinging his tail he stood up and padded his way down the branch, jumping to the outside windowsill. Moving slowly he sniffed the edges of the window then settled down to watch the boy as he lay on his bed reading.
Hours passed and neither moved. Wufei long ago finished off his can of pop, leaving it forgotten on the floor next to his bed. He barely moved save for the fairly constant rate of turning pages in his book. Meanwhile, the obsidian furred feline padded around and switched positions until he was comfortable, finally opting to lay down and rest his head in his forepaws as he kept watch.
No matter how many hours passed the bright blue eyes never closed and never left Wufei's form. The cat stayed ever watchful, almost as if its life depended on it.