~Liberi Fatali~
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Note: I'm really sorry about delaying this fic, but I got a whole lot
other fics to work on and also my damn projects in school.
Excuse any grammars cause I'm really tired from getting this one through.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else
from Final Fantasy 8.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The pounding in Trowa's head grows louder and louder.
He groans mentally and instinctively reaches his supposedly
bump on his head.
"Hey! No touch! You got a nasty blackout back there."
"What the hell?" Trowa slowly sits up. "Damn the déjà vu feeling
in all of this…"
However, the voice isn't Quatre's, but Sally Po of the Garden's
infirmity room. He blinks in the harsh light and the whiteness of
the room. A brown-headed figure with soft ultramarine blue eyes comes
into his view.
"What happened?" Trowa asks.
"You don't remember?" Sally replies.
"…Humour me…"
"You got knocked out in the fire cave. You're lucky that instructor
Zechs was nearby."
Sally's answer confirms the reality Trowa is in, but what of his
dream? He recalls Irea…assassinated. He covers his eyes as if to
block all things before him.
"Dreams are nothing but a figment of imagination."
Trowa reasons himself. "But it felt so real…"
He didn't realize that Sally is talking to him. Getting annoyed,
she snaps her fingers to get his attention.
"Hm?" Trowa says in a daze.
Sally sighs, "Here, this was dropped on your way here."
She hands the necklace into Trowa's hand. It's the same
necklace that is found in the fire cavern.
"Oh, and one more thing…Instructor Zechs wants to speak with you.
Better not keep him waiting."
Trowa nods in confirmation and shakily went off the bed to meet Zechs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa can see clearly through the hall windows that it is night
already. He feels tired…not physically, but mentally.
His mind is travelling back and forth to the reality and his dreams.
Eventually down the wide hall, Zechs stands in wait.
"I hope you're in good condition."
Trowa snorts and waves off his comment. Good condition?
To Trowa, everything is fucked up…
"You have the necklace, I believe?"
Trowa blinks before reaching into his pocket to reveal the necklace
to Zechs.
The instructor peers closely at the necklace as a blind man would.
"Good. You have passed the G.F. test."
Silence passes over the moment of congratulation as Trowa
stares dumbly at the necklace. "Um…Don't you want it back?" He asks,
his hand opens willingly.
Zechs shakes his head, "Keep it. The necklace needs a bearer."
With that said, the instructor turns away from Trowa.
Trowa is about the resign as well, when Zechs calls his attention.
"Tomorrow is the final exam. Be ready in your uniform at 9:00 AM."
Trowa almost falls over. Another test? He's really getting sick of
all this…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa's footsteps echo into the escape of silence.
Everyone seems to be asleep already.
The cafeteria and library's closed, students are in their dorms…
Trowa pauses and absently look outside.
Damn. Even the crickets are quiet.
Trowa sighs, feeling lost. He's been walking around the Garden
for practically 15 minutes!
He glances around to find himself at the entrance of the training
center. It's a place where monsters reside in for students to train.
Seriously dangerous monsters though.
That's why the infirmity is right next door…
Trowa mentally shrugs. Maybe he'll train a little to waste on the
extra energy.
While Trowa proceeds to walk in, a crying sob can be heard.
He stops, straining his ears to where the sound comes from.
Trowa sprints deeper into the training center.
Lush leaves and the smell of fresh dew fill his senses.
He stops again to detect the sound, but hears nothing.
The area is dark except for a few dim lights.
Trowa is aware that the monsters are in here,
but strangely enough, he can't hear anything…not even the sob he
heard earlier.
Trowa mentally shakes himself. Is he going crazy?
A swift movement of the leaves distracts Trowa. He quickly
looks unto the subject and is able to
glimpse blue jeans and…blond hair?
The figure continues running away and is soon exposed by the
covering leaves.
A familiar face comes to view, but Trowa can't believe it.
"Quatre?" Trowa questions. The figure is almost disappearing out
of sight, "Quatre!" Trowa runs full speed after him.
"Impossible." Trowa thinks as he dodges leaves and obstructing trees.
"Quatre isn't real. He's not supposed to be here!"
"Trowa…"
Trowa halts at the voice calling his name. He can't trace the sound
as he can only hear it in his head.
"What's going on?"
"Trowa…"
"Who are you? What do you want?!"
"Trowa."
His eyes wildly scan open emptiness "Leave me alone! You're not real!"
"Trowa…"
"Leave me the fuck ALONE!" A shadow lunges at Trowa and on instinct,
he releases a huge ball of fire towards it.
Silence regains its place, save for the crackling fire eating at
the leaves.
The fire rises high with its towering smoke, but it's instantly
gone as the emergency sprinklers rain down on it.
Trowa pants, still frozen in place.
Before the fire evaporates, Trowa can make out a grieved Quatre
standing in the midst of the smoke.
Then he's gone.
Trowa flees to his dorm and never looks back.
That night, the dreams didn't come.
~tbc~
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Note: I'm really sorry about delaying this fic, but I got a whole lot
other fics to work on and also my damn projects in school.
Excuse any grammars cause I'm really tired from getting this one through.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else
from Final Fantasy 8.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The pounding in Trowa's head grows louder and louder.
He groans mentally and instinctively reaches his supposedly
bump on his head.
"Hey! No touch! You got a nasty blackout back there."
"What the hell?" Trowa slowly sits up. "Damn the déjà vu feeling
in all of this…"
However, the voice isn't Quatre's, but Sally Po of the Garden's
infirmity room. He blinks in the harsh light and the whiteness of
the room. A brown-headed figure with soft ultramarine blue eyes comes
into his view.
"What happened?" Trowa asks.
"You don't remember?" Sally replies.
"…Humour me…"
"You got knocked out in the fire cave. You're lucky that instructor
Zechs was nearby."
Sally's answer confirms the reality Trowa is in, but what of his
dream? He recalls Irea…assassinated. He covers his eyes as if to
block all things before him.
"Dreams are nothing but a figment of imagination."
Trowa reasons himself. "But it felt so real…"
He didn't realize that Sally is talking to him. Getting annoyed,
she snaps her fingers to get his attention.
"Hm?" Trowa says in a daze.
Sally sighs, "Here, this was dropped on your way here."
She hands the necklace into Trowa's hand. It's the same
necklace that is found in the fire cavern.
"Oh, and one more thing…Instructor Zechs wants to speak with you.
Better not keep him waiting."
Trowa nods in confirmation and shakily went off the bed to meet Zechs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa can see clearly through the hall windows that it is night
already. He feels tired…not physically, but mentally.
His mind is travelling back and forth to the reality and his dreams.
Eventually down the wide hall, Zechs stands in wait.
"I hope you're in good condition."
Trowa snorts and waves off his comment. Good condition?
To Trowa, everything is fucked up…
"You have the necklace, I believe?"
Trowa blinks before reaching into his pocket to reveal the necklace
to Zechs.
The instructor peers closely at the necklace as a blind man would.
"Good. You have passed the G.F. test."
Silence passes over the moment of congratulation as Trowa
stares dumbly at the necklace. "Um…Don't you want it back?" He asks,
his hand opens willingly.
Zechs shakes his head, "Keep it. The necklace needs a bearer."
With that said, the instructor turns away from Trowa.
Trowa is about the resign as well, when Zechs calls his attention.
"Tomorrow is the final exam. Be ready in your uniform at 9:00 AM."
Trowa almost falls over. Another test? He's really getting sick of
all this…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa's footsteps echo into the escape of silence.
Everyone seems to be asleep already.
The cafeteria and library's closed, students are in their dorms…
Trowa pauses and absently look outside.
Damn. Even the crickets are quiet.
Trowa sighs, feeling lost. He's been walking around the Garden
for practically 15 minutes!
He glances around to find himself at the entrance of the training
center. It's a place where monsters reside in for students to train.
Seriously dangerous monsters though.
That's why the infirmity is right next door…
Trowa mentally shrugs. Maybe he'll train a little to waste on the
extra energy.
While Trowa proceeds to walk in, a crying sob can be heard.
He stops, straining his ears to where the sound comes from.
Trowa sprints deeper into the training center.
Lush leaves and the smell of fresh dew fill his senses.
He stops again to detect the sound, but hears nothing.
The area is dark except for a few dim lights.
Trowa is aware that the monsters are in here,
but strangely enough, he can't hear anything…not even the sob he
heard earlier.
Trowa mentally shakes himself. Is he going crazy?
A swift movement of the leaves distracts Trowa. He quickly
looks unto the subject and is able to
glimpse blue jeans and…blond hair?
The figure continues running away and is soon exposed by the
covering leaves.
A familiar face comes to view, but Trowa can't believe it.
"Quatre?" Trowa questions. The figure is almost disappearing out
of sight, "Quatre!" Trowa runs full speed after him.
"Impossible." Trowa thinks as he dodges leaves and obstructing trees.
"Quatre isn't real. He's not supposed to be here!"
"Trowa…"
Trowa halts at the voice calling his name. He can't trace the sound
as he can only hear it in his head.
"What's going on?"
"Trowa…"
"Who are you? What do you want?!"
"Trowa."
His eyes wildly scan open emptiness "Leave me alone! You're not real!"
"Trowa…"
"Leave me the fuck ALONE!" A shadow lunges at Trowa and on instinct,
he releases a huge ball of fire towards it.
Silence regains its place, save for the crackling fire eating at
the leaves.
The fire rises high with its towering smoke, but it's instantly
gone as the emergency sprinklers rain down on it.
Trowa pants, still frozen in place.
Before the fire evaporates, Trowa can make out a grieved Quatre
standing in the midst of the smoke.
Then he's gone.
Trowa flees to his dorm and never looks back.
That night, the dreams didn't come.
~tbc~