Chapter 1- Dreamer
Quatre woke up with tears in his eyes. That was the third time this week he'd dreamt about that girl. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind?
He sat up and put his head in his hands. Always the same dream. Always the same...
He would be standing on a beach, looking out at the sea. He' d hear a laugh, and turn to see her running along the beach, holding out her arms. He'd run to her and sweep he up in his arms, both laughing. Then they'd walk along the sand talking. All of a sudden she'd scream. A shot would ring out. The girl would jump like a lithe jungle-cat in front of him. Then she would collapse to the sand, blood pouring out of her chest. With her last remaining strength she would caress his cheek and whisper, "I love you." Always he would tell her that her death would not be in vain as she breathed her last breath. Then he would wake up sobbing. Always the same dream, never changing. Like a never-ending video, shown scene by scene. Flip. Flip. Laugh. Scream. Flip.
He screamed out in anguish. Duo, sleeping in the next room, came running.
"Dude, what's the matter?" he asked.
"I.Just a bad dream, Duo. Go back to sleep."
"Okay. You sure you okay?"
"Yes Duo. Go to bed." Duo left the room leaving Quatre to his thoughts. The clock beside him read 4:05 am. "No point in going back to sleep," he thought aloud. "I really don't want to dream anymore. I may as well just get up."
He went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. Black. Just the way he liked it. He took his mug and went outside. The sun's rays were just beginning to touch the eastern horizon and the sky was a beautiful blend of pastel blues, yellows, and pinks. A blue jay sang the opening note of the morning rhapsody. Then the robins, the chickadees, the sparrows. He looked out at the ocean. The tops of the waves shone in the morning light, blinding him. A small boat bobbed in the waters, and a figure danced along the shore, dressed in a filmy white dress that blew in the light breeze. The wind carried the sound of her voice to him, singing;
Cast your eyes to the ocean, Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me
Unconsciously, he put his hand to his cheek where-she-had kissed him in his dream. He looked at his watch. 6:30. Time to get dressed. He could hear Duo moving around. Poor guy. He and Hilde had gotten into yet another fight-lover's sprat, Wufei called them- and so Duo had gotten kicked out for the night. But Hilde would have forgiven him by now, and once again Quatre would be alone. He went inside, dressed, and then popped some Pop- Tarts into the toaster. He sat down at the table and pulled over the paper. No, no, no, yes. He opened up the comics and began to read.
"Going back home," Duo called as he slammed the door. Quatre didn't even answer.
"Quatre?" Duo came back and went into the kitchen. He sounded worried. Quatre's eyes were glazed over. Duo grabbed Quatre by the shoulders and shook him but Quatre didn't respond. As Duo watched, tears began to form in Quatre's eyes and drip down his eyelashes as he stared with unseeing eyes.
"Wake up dreamer!" Duo called frantically. There was no response.
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Well, what'd you think? I do realize that Quatre is a little OOC, as well as Duo (barely). It will actually remain like this for a while, I love to get reviews, of any sort; praise or flames, either one is fine, just so long as I know someone is reading my work.
Quatre woke up with tears in his eyes. That was the third time this week he'd dreamt about that girl. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind?
He sat up and put his head in his hands. Always the same dream. Always the same...
He would be standing on a beach, looking out at the sea. He' d hear a laugh, and turn to see her running along the beach, holding out her arms. He'd run to her and sweep he up in his arms, both laughing. Then they'd walk along the sand talking. All of a sudden she'd scream. A shot would ring out. The girl would jump like a lithe jungle-cat in front of him. Then she would collapse to the sand, blood pouring out of her chest. With her last remaining strength she would caress his cheek and whisper, "I love you." Always he would tell her that her death would not be in vain as she breathed her last breath. Then he would wake up sobbing. Always the same dream, never changing. Like a never-ending video, shown scene by scene. Flip. Flip. Laugh. Scream. Flip.
He screamed out in anguish. Duo, sleeping in the next room, came running.
"Dude, what's the matter?" he asked.
"I.Just a bad dream, Duo. Go back to sleep."
"Okay. You sure you okay?"
"Yes Duo. Go to bed." Duo left the room leaving Quatre to his thoughts. The clock beside him read 4:05 am. "No point in going back to sleep," he thought aloud. "I really don't want to dream anymore. I may as well just get up."
He went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. Black. Just the way he liked it. He took his mug and went outside. The sun's rays were just beginning to touch the eastern horizon and the sky was a beautiful blend of pastel blues, yellows, and pinks. A blue jay sang the opening note of the morning rhapsody. Then the robins, the chickadees, the sparrows. He looked out at the ocean. The tops of the waves shone in the morning light, blinding him. A small boat bobbed in the waters, and a figure danced along the shore, dressed in a filmy white dress that blew in the light breeze. The wind carried the sound of her voice to him, singing;
Cast your eyes to the ocean, Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me
Unconsciously, he put his hand to his cheek where-she-had kissed him in his dream. He looked at his watch. 6:30. Time to get dressed. He could hear Duo moving around. Poor guy. He and Hilde had gotten into yet another fight-lover's sprat, Wufei called them- and so Duo had gotten kicked out for the night. But Hilde would have forgiven him by now, and once again Quatre would be alone. He went inside, dressed, and then popped some Pop- Tarts into the toaster. He sat down at the table and pulled over the paper. No, no, no, yes. He opened up the comics and began to read.
"Going back home," Duo called as he slammed the door. Quatre didn't even answer.
"Quatre?" Duo came back and went into the kitchen. He sounded worried. Quatre's eyes were glazed over. Duo grabbed Quatre by the shoulders and shook him but Quatre didn't respond. As Duo watched, tears began to form in Quatre's eyes and drip down his eyelashes as he stared with unseeing eyes.
"Wake up dreamer!" Duo called frantically. There was no response.
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Well, what'd you think? I do realize that Quatre is a little OOC, as well as Duo (barely). It will actually remain like this for a while, I love to get reviews, of any sort; praise or flames, either one is fine, just so long as I know someone is reading my work.