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CHAPTER TWO-Second Victim Quatre's Story
I woke panting. More then I've ever done waking up before.
Why? I remember too clearly, too vivid, too frightening.
A dream, too realistic it was unpleasant. Too frightening I felt scared to attempt sleeping again, I had already done that twice and seen the same thing for the third time over. I never wanted to experience that again. I'm scared to rest my head down to sleep again, too fearful I can't.
Each and every time only one person, one person there in the white blackness.
"Kat! Kat! Here you are!"
I felt so warm inside when I heard that voice calling that name.
It was so relieving to see that grin and that face and the hair. His purple eyes always sparkling when he greeted me.
"I found you! I knew you'd be here! I'm damn good."
I felt like flinging my arms around him but he quickly went on talking, not stopping.
"Have a look at these, these tickets! I found them! Look! Take one!"
It all happened in a breeze, the three times I saw this it was the same.
"Quick come on! I've already seen Heero! He'll be comin' soon! Come on! We've still got Trow and Fei to go! We can go somewhere. This place where we can belong. Somewhere where people won't reject us like they do here. Come! With me! This place is a good, lovely place, I assure you, I'm already there."
At those words every time I woke, I left him, but he'd come back each time I went into the sleeping position where he can come to me. At those words, those words which told me everything, everything he meant.
That warm feeling I had when he called my name, my name 'Kat'. That name, the name I'd never be called again unless I went with him.
Each time he found me he would beg me on to go with him, to come, to go, to leave, to arrive, to find, to lose.
In the last, third time I visited him again one thing changed, right at those words 'I'm already there' his purple eyes turned red and his head turned.
Still panting a tear dropped onto my flat, open palm. It created a wet stream down to my wrist, my skin pale.
Then, at that moment when the tear dropped Quatre-Raberba-Winner felt his Uchyu no Kokoro.
The pain, the longing, the strain, the agony!
All of the braided loved friend of his, wanting to yell out.
Alone was he.
If Quatre yelled or screamed or stayed silent he did not know. Just all was clear but were all tangled in his mind, bombarding him all at once, he clutched his head to stop this, to stop the feelings of a friend.
A friend.
A dead being.
CHAPTER TWO-Second Victim Quatre's Story
I woke panting. More then I've ever done waking up before.
Why? I remember too clearly, too vivid, too frightening.
A dream, too realistic it was unpleasant. Too frightening I felt scared to attempt sleeping again, I had already done that twice and seen the same thing for the third time over. I never wanted to experience that again. I'm scared to rest my head down to sleep again, too fearful I can't.
Each and every time only one person, one person there in the white blackness.
"Kat! Kat! Here you are!"
I felt so warm inside when I heard that voice calling that name.
It was so relieving to see that grin and that face and the hair. His purple eyes always sparkling when he greeted me.
"I found you! I knew you'd be here! I'm damn good."
I felt like flinging my arms around him but he quickly went on talking, not stopping.
"Have a look at these, these tickets! I found them! Look! Take one!"
It all happened in a breeze, the three times I saw this it was the same.
"Quick come on! I've already seen Heero! He'll be comin' soon! Come on! We've still got Trow and Fei to go! We can go somewhere. This place where we can belong. Somewhere where people won't reject us like they do here. Come! With me! This place is a good, lovely place, I assure you, I'm already there."
At those words every time I woke, I left him, but he'd come back each time I went into the sleeping position where he can come to me. At those words, those words which told me everything, everything he meant.
That warm feeling I had when he called my name, my name 'Kat'. That name, the name I'd never be called again unless I went with him.
Each time he found me he would beg me on to go with him, to come, to go, to leave, to arrive, to find, to lose.
In the last, third time I visited him again one thing changed, right at those words 'I'm already there' his purple eyes turned red and his head turned.
Still panting a tear dropped onto my flat, open palm. It created a wet stream down to my wrist, my skin pale.
Then, at that moment when the tear dropped Quatre-Raberba-Winner felt his Uchyu no Kokoro.
The pain, the longing, the strain, the agony!
All of the braided loved friend of his, wanting to yell out.
Alone was he.
If Quatre yelled or screamed or stayed silent he did not know. Just all was clear but were all tangled in his mind, bombarding him all at once, he clutched his head to stop this, to stop the feelings of a friend.
A friend.
A dead being.