~Liberi Fatali~
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Death in this chapter (not major)
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else
from Final Fantasy 8.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come down and eat this instant!"
"Not yet, I have to wait to see if he'll wake up yet."
"Yeah, but not everyday and night!"
"Just give me at least 30 min., okay?"
"Hmph!"
A loud door slam breaks the unconsciousness in Trowa.
Where am I?
Trowa groggily flutters his eyes open and instinctively touches
his head for one nasty bump.
"Hey! No touch! You got a nasty blackout back there."
Trowa faces the speaker and almost jump right out of his skin.
There, in front of him, is the blond from his dreams.
His cerulean eyes glances back in concern.
Trowa cautiously sits up and finds himself in a bedroom.
A large window shows the clear black night and large plants
occupy the room for decoration.
He turns to the blond again, "Where am I? Who are you?"
The blond smiles, "My name is Quatre Winner and you're in a hotel room.
You're lucky that I found you out on the field.
You could be dead by then."
Trowa absorbs it all in, but his head is still in a daze.
It didn't make sense to him. What this "Quatre" says,
is what happened in his last dream. Last time he remembers
is being in the fire cave.
"It's just a dream." Trowa convinces himself.
"For now, I'll just play along."
"So," Quatre tilts his head to one side. "What's your name?"
"Trowa. Trowa Barton." Both exchange handshakes for the sake
of politeness.
However, silence stretches on between them.
Both boys don't know what to do next.
"Weeell," Quatre starts. "Are you hungry?"
Eating in a dream sounds funny to Trowa, but "Sure."
Quatre smiles widely, "The cook here makes great food!"
He helps Trowa onto his feet, "And my sister is singing tonight.
Her performance is amazing."
~~~~~~~~~
Trowa picks at his food constantly. He couldn't help but be freaked
out at the whole scenario.
He's in a dinning room, but not the fancy white table cloths kind.
The best description would be a bar. Tables scatter around a small
stage and a bar settles on one side. People around him are either
eating, smoking or drinking.
Finally, Quatre comes in from what seems to be the kitchen door.
He wears differently from Trowa's last dream. Quatre wears simple
teal pants and a navy turtleneck. It's completely different compare
to Trowa's attire. He likes darker colours, preferably black.
It sort of fits his mood…
Quatre seats himself beside Trowa and frowns at the uneaten food.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yeah," Trowa wants to say. "That this is entirely a damn dream and
I want to GET OUT NOW!"
"No, everything's fine," he says instead. He notices a quiet hush
as a spotlight appears on a woman on stage.
Quatre whispers to him, "That's my sister, Irea. To me, she's the
greatest singer in the world." Quatre sits back with a smile
that clearly shows pride in his sister.
Trowa listens in to Irea's singing voice.
Her tall frame standing still as her music about beautiful
love draws content in everyone. The light reflects off her short
honey-golden hair as her eyes close, drowning into the song.
It's all too sudden for Trowa.
A loud severe gunshot rings out across the room.
People stand up, alert and frightened.
But Trowa sees plainly as a bullet went through Irea's heart
and she collapses in death's arms.
"IREA!" Quatre cries out to her.
Too much commotion and shock.
Everything becomes black again.
~~tbc~~
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Death in this chapter (not major)
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else
from Final Fantasy 8.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come down and eat this instant!"
"Not yet, I have to wait to see if he'll wake up yet."
"Yeah, but not everyday and night!"
"Just give me at least 30 min., okay?"
"Hmph!"
A loud door slam breaks the unconsciousness in Trowa.
Where am I?
Trowa groggily flutters his eyes open and instinctively touches
his head for one nasty bump.
"Hey! No touch! You got a nasty blackout back there."
Trowa faces the speaker and almost jump right out of his skin.
There, in front of him, is the blond from his dreams.
His cerulean eyes glances back in concern.
Trowa cautiously sits up and finds himself in a bedroom.
A large window shows the clear black night and large plants
occupy the room for decoration.
He turns to the blond again, "Where am I? Who are you?"
The blond smiles, "My name is Quatre Winner and you're in a hotel room.
You're lucky that I found you out on the field.
You could be dead by then."
Trowa absorbs it all in, but his head is still in a daze.
It didn't make sense to him. What this "Quatre" says,
is what happened in his last dream. Last time he remembers
is being in the fire cave.
"It's just a dream." Trowa convinces himself.
"For now, I'll just play along."
"So," Quatre tilts his head to one side. "What's your name?"
"Trowa. Trowa Barton." Both exchange handshakes for the sake
of politeness.
However, silence stretches on between them.
Both boys don't know what to do next.
"Weeell," Quatre starts. "Are you hungry?"
Eating in a dream sounds funny to Trowa, but "Sure."
Quatre smiles widely, "The cook here makes great food!"
He helps Trowa onto his feet, "And my sister is singing tonight.
Her performance is amazing."
~~~~~~~~~
Trowa picks at his food constantly. He couldn't help but be freaked
out at the whole scenario.
He's in a dinning room, but not the fancy white table cloths kind.
The best description would be a bar. Tables scatter around a small
stage and a bar settles on one side. People around him are either
eating, smoking or drinking.
Finally, Quatre comes in from what seems to be the kitchen door.
He wears differently from Trowa's last dream. Quatre wears simple
teal pants and a navy turtleneck. It's completely different compare
to Trowa's attire. He likes darker colours, preferably black.
It sort of fits his mood…
Quatre seats himself beside Trowa and frowns at the uneaten food.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yeah," Trowa wants to say. "That this is entirely a damn dream and
I want to GET OUT NOW!"
"No, everything's fine," he says instead. He notices a quiet hush
as a spotlight appears on a woman on stage.
Quatre whispers to him, "That's my sister, Irea. To me, she's the
greatest singer in the world." Quatre sits back with a smile
that clearly shows pride in his sister.
Trowa listens in to Irea's singing voice.
Her tall frame standing still as her music about beautiful
love draws content in everyone. The light reflects off her short
honey-golden hair as her eyes close, drowning into the song.
It's all too sudden for Trowa.
A loud severe gunshot rings out across the room.
People stand up, alert and frightened.
But Trowa sees plainly as a bullet went through Irea's heart
and she collapses in death's arms.
"IREA!" Quatre cries out to her.
Too much commotion and shock.
Everything becomes black again.
~~tbc~~