Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and all related characters do not belong
to me.
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Dangerous Dreams – Chapter Four
"You shouldn't have brought him here, Quatre," Nanashi said matter-of-factly, as I carried the long-haired angel into the stables.
"I know," I whispered, as I set him down on the floor. "But what was I supposed to do? Just leave him there?"
"Yes," Nanashi replied sharply, and crossed his arms.
I rolled my eyes, irritated, "Fine, whatever. Just please help me for now? I'll answer your questions later, I promise."
He seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded.
We got the violet-eyed stranger blankets, water and food, watching him wake up and fall unconscious again, several times. And every time he had slept, he cried out disarranged and incoherent words, spoken in panic and anger. His waking moments weren't long enough, either, to ask him any questions. We had to be careful that the master didn't catch us, or he'd have our heads for bringing a 'homeless street punk into the royal home'.
Once our guest fell asleep again for the fifth time that day, this time a lot calmer, Nanashi cleared his throat, "Explain, then."
I sighed, running my fingers over my exhausted temple. I started to tell him about the strange whispers in the Temple, and how I found the poor soul, hidden in a dark room at the back of the building. However, I didn't tell him of my disturbing dream the night before, since he'd probably think I was insane. But I suppose he accepted my explanation.
"What do we do with him, once he fully wakes up?" he finally asked, his gaze fixated on the boy's face in the candlelight. Dark shadows danced across his delicate features, emphasizing them sharply. His chestnut coloured, long locks of hair were strewn across the floor where he lay, and his skin looked strangely golden in the light. He didn't look real, but rather like a beautiful painting. A painting you could only look at in awe, but never touch.
I suddenly noticed a pair of emerald eyes awaiting an answer to the question I had completely forgotten for that moment.
"Uh, what? Oh... I don't know... I guess, we should ask him where he came from, and how he got there... what his name is..."
"Yeah, we should..." Nanashi gave me a thoughtful glance, then looked out of the barn window, at the now risen moon and stars. "It is late. I'm going to sleep, now."
I agreed, yawning, but before we lay to rest, we hid our guest's body in the hay, hoping that he wouldn't have to bare any more nightmares that would cause attention.
As I sleepily closed my eyes, I wondered who this mysterious boy was, and why he had appeared in my dream. It had to be more than coincidence - I just knew it.
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My vision was red. All I could see was red.
"Blood on the Wall
Silence in the Hall
Screams in your Head
Spider flat and dead
Princess with a knife
Takes her brother's life
Life doesn't frighten me at all..."
That rhyme was whispered over and over again, louder and louder, in a child's voice and tune, haunting...
I couldn't move or speak or breathe. There was nothing to breathe. Just emptiness full of red.
"Blood on the Wall
Silence in the Hall
Screams in your Head
Spider flat and dead
Princess with a knife
Takes her brother's life
Life doesn't frighten me at all..."
Who was it that was singing this? Oh, god. If only it would stop!
"Blood on the Wall
Silence in the Hall
Screams in your Head
Spider flat and dead
Princess with a knife
Takes her brother's life
Life doesn't frighten me at all..."
It was almost a scream, now, when suddenly, on the last word... it just
stopped.
Footsteps.
Coming towards me, as the shade of red around me started to become lighter.
Faster and faster.
Louder.
Stopped.
My vision cleared into a misty picture of the Temple of the God of Death. It wasn't the main room, but, it seemed, another meditating area. The images of the Princess and a hooded monk speaking cleared up. I heard Relena speak with controlled anger to the monk, as he nodded solemnly, yet her words were muffled. I was only able to make out her last few, cold words, "I want him dead."
The monk nodded obediently, "As you wish."
Then the images washed and faded together again, as I woke up the next
morning.
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