~Liberi Fatali~
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Notes: "Liberi Fatali" means children of fate.
This also means that this story is like Final Fantasy 8.
You don't need to know about FF8 to understand the story.
However, this is NOT exactly like the story of FF8…I only take reference from it.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else from Final Fantasy 8.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn't believe it.
I'm there again.
Lush grass smothers beneath me as I stand motionless before the
endless field. Pillars of smoke reach the sky from fuming fires.
Again, I wait like before, but never knew for what.
I couldn't stand it.
The burnt smell pervades my senses and dark clouds cover my sight.
I never knew this land, why must I be here?
From a distance, a shout rings out in choked gasps.
I turn to the direction of the sound to glimpse a figure out of
the cloud's veil.
I'm stunned to face a boy with blond hair and sea changing eyes.
The flames have scorched his fair skin. His eyes widen at
my appearance and tries to call out for me.
I couldn't hear as a loud explosion erupts and sends us off our feet.
My emerald eyes fling open and I pant in short breaths.
I'm in my room. Silent. There's no explosions or cries anymore.
I clutch my head in annoyance and run my hand through damp brown locks.
"That dream again…What the hell does it means?"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"You look like shit Trowa."
"Thanks a lot."
Trowa Barton sighs and sits down on the empty chair.
His long bangs flop over his face and occasionally,
he blows them out of the way.
On the same table is his best friend, Heero, eating away on his salad.
The cafeteria is on the usual lousy rush on. Hot dogs are sold every
morning and people had better get them fast or they'll be left to
starve. Not only the cafeteria, but everything else is always the
same routine in the Balamb Garden.
The Garden is a school and natural home to train students into
mercenaries. SeeDs are what the graduated students are called.
Usually missions are posted for student exams.
But SeeDs participate in missions for salary instead.
Trowa's eyes bore unto Heero. Heero is what people call a
"perfect student." It's surprising that he's not a SeeD in a split
second. He's always in shape and an expert in all fighting techniques.
When people question this, he simply says that
"he's not trained enough" to be a SeeD.
Whatever…
Heero's brown bangs sag over his cobalt eyes as he picks his
salad contently. Strange how he keeps in good
condition by eating rabbit food…
The sound of chiming bells echoes throughout the cafeteria.
Trowa sighs and lazily gets off the chair.
It's time for morning classes. Students chatter away as they
stride out of the cafeteria in usual routine.
His eyes bore onto the crowd with no interest,
but finally complies when the eager bells ring again.
~tbc~
I don't know how far will this go, so please review and tell me what you think!
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Notes: "Liberi Fatali" means children of fate.
This also means that this story is like Final Fantasy 8.
You don't need to know about FF8 to understand the story.
However, this is NOT exactly like the story of FF8…I only take reference from it.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else from Final Fantasy 8.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn't believe it.
I'm there again.
Lush grass smothers beneath me as I stand motionless before the
endless field. Pillars of smoke reach the sky from fuming fires.
Again, I wait like before, but never knew for what.
I couldn't stand it.
The burnt smell pervades my senses and dark clouds cover my sight.
I never knew this land, why must I be here?
From a distance, a shout rings out in choked gasps.
I turn to the direction of the sound to glimpse a figure out of
the cloud's veil.
I'm stunned to face a boy with blond hair and sea changing eyes.
The flames have scorched his fair skin. His eyes widen at
my appearance and tries to call out for me.
I couldn't hear as a loud explosion erupts and sends us off our feet.
My emerald eyes fling open and I pant in short breaths.
I'm in my room. Silent. There's no explosions or cries anymore.
I clutch my head in annoyance and run my hand through damp brown locks.
"That dream again…What the hell does it means?"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"You look like shit Trowa."
"Thanks a lot."
Trowa Barton sighs and sits down on the empty chair.
His long bangs flop over his face and occasionally,
he blows them out of the way.
On the same table is his best friend, Heero, eating away on his salad.
The cafeteria is on the usual lousy rush on. Hot dogs are sold every
morning and people had better get them fast or they'll be left to
starve. Not only the cafeteria, but everything else is always the
same routine in the Balamb Garden.
The Garden is a school and natural home to train students into
mercenaries. SeeDs are what the graduated students are called.
Usually missions are posted for student exams.
But SeeDs participate in missions for salary instead.
Trowa's eyes bore unto Heero. Heero is what people call a
"perfect student." It's surprising that he's not a SeeD in a split
second. He's always in shape and an expert in all fighting techniques.
When people question this, he simply says that
"he's not trained enough" to be a SeeD.
Whatever…
Heero's brown bangs sag over his cobalt eyes as he picks his
salad contently. Strange how he keeps in good
condition by eating rabbit food…
The sound of chiming bells echoes throughout the cafeteria.
Trowa sighs and lazily gets off the chair.
It's time for morning classes. Students chatter away as they
stride out of the cafeteria in usual routine.
His eyes bore onto the crowd with no interest,
but finally complies when the eager bells ring again.
~tbc~
I don't know how far will this go, so please review and tell me what you think!