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Prologue
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A battle for evil lies on both sides of the spectrum. On both sides, the
lives of millions rest in the hands of five young pilots. And on both sides
there's a boy. A boy with compassion, a boy who fights against his will,
knowing it's for the greater good. A boy who's innocence and kindness
shines through another's heart. And that heart is the heart they should
trust in when they seem to feel lost. Will they reach out and trust in the
pure heart or will they shun away in fear?
-~~^*~--~*^~~- ~__--==-/\-__~*^*~__-/\-==--__~ ~--*~*_^_*~*--~ Chapter 2: Trust ~*~ I awoke lying on the side of the bed. Zero was still asleep. I sat up, looking around. I still felt misplaced.I slid out of the bed, picking up the clothes Zero said was mine. I dressed up and nugded him awake. "Zero.. Zero, please. Wake up, Zero." I said softly. The remaining two beds remained empty all night.
"Kizna... it isn't... my fault.... this time..." he rolled over. I furrowed my brows.
"Zero I have to talk to you about last night!" I said louder, not wanting to yell. I found it hard to yell. It was mean. And I don't like being mean....
"What happened last night?" asked a voice from behind me. I jumped and turned to see a boy with glasses examening me. I blinked and turned beet red. "Interesting..." he examined. He must have gotten the wrong impression. Or maybe it was the right impression. I wouldn't know! I frowned. This wasn't right! I should be able to remember at least something like that.
"Um... Nothing. Absoluetly... nothing." I walked out in a rush, avoiding the other boy that entered. I walked into a girl. "Sorry! I'm so sorry." I apologized profusely. THe dark haired girl stared at me. She had a lone braid to the side. Her eyes widdened and she threw her arms around me.
"Erts! I've missed you so much...." I closed my eyes. I was begining to know less and less as I learned more and more about this Erts I suppossively was. "I've been so worried. We were so close before..."
I snapped my head. "Are we still?" I asked.
She smiled, her eyes teary. "Of course!" Finally. Someone I could trust that wouldn't fall asleep and murmur someone else's name in his sleep. Odd. That shouldn't have bothered me. I stood up, helping her up.
"Then we need to talk... in private." I said softly. She lead me to a room where there were trees and a pond.
"Yes?" she whispered.
I began explaining what happened last night, begining with the vague details I could remember from the dream. I explained how I hardly remembered anything but instinct kept telling me I wasn't Erts. That I didn't fit in. She stared at me. She reached out and rested her hands on my face, her eyes tearing.
"Erts..." she laughed. "Wait, you're not Erts..." I frowned. She was concerned. I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"You can still call me Erts." Her arms wrapped around me and she rested her head against my chest. We stoo dthere for a long silent moment.
"Erts Virnny Cocteau. Thats who everyone thinks your are." she gasped . "Oh my, what if you're called into battle! You don't anything on how to pilot the goddess..." She seemed more worried then before. "Erts, you have to make me your repairer... come on." She took my hand and lead me away. Goddess? Repairer? Battle!?
~*~
I jumped when I was nugded awake. I looked up into energetic cobault blue eyes. "Hey, Q-man, you slept in here?" he asked. I stood up, shaking a little.
"Why is it so cold here?" I asked. The brunette shrugged. I stared at him when I noticed his long braid. I blinked. At least... I think he's a guy. I couldn't tell with the bulky black T-shirt he had on. "who are you?" I asked softly.
"Ok.... you've lost it." Well, if I had to jugde just by the voice, he's a guy. But what a funny way to have your hair. I reached out and touched his face. He froze. I remembered blue eyes. Ethuasism beaming from them, curioisity, excitement, a constant happiness. I remembered a shock of brown hair. I closed my eyes such familiar details yet such infamiliar ones as well. "Quatre, you're scaring me." he whispered.
"I'm scaring myself... I don't know where I am. Who I am. Why I was lying with a stranger. Nor who you are." My vision blurred and his infamiliar features became more familiar. I covered my face. "I'm so afraid. Why can't I remember anything? All I know is a perfect blank. Nothing. Emptiness... help me. Please." The young man frowned. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and lead me through the other door, opposite the room i had entered from the previous night. He sat me on what I assumed was his bed. He tossed me a long black T-shirt and long pajama pants.
"I believe you." he finally said heavily, as he sat at teh foot of the head, facing me with a frown. "But I don't know how to help you. I mean, if there's anything I can do...." He looked down. "Damn, man, what happens if we're called to battle? We're screwed without you."
"Battle." I repeated. I remembered battle. Fighting. Lots of fighting. I closed my eyes and hugged myself. I didn't like fighting... not at all.... "I don't want to fight."
He chuckled. then he paused. "Hey,that means you have no idea who I am? Well, shows how smart I am... I'm Duo Maxwell. And the guy you were with is your boy friend, Trowa Barton... well actually he *has* no name, we call him Trowa anyway but it gets very confusing when talking about Marie-Maya, you don't remeber her either, well anyway, th-" I covered his mouth. His speedy talk was making my already over worked mind spin.
"Thank you. But one sentence at a time." I explained. He smiled under my hand. I pulled back and smiled back.
"Sorry."
"It's ok." I sighed. Duo folded his legs indian style. I looked down. "Boyfriend? so I'm..." I blushed. He chuckled.
"Yeah, you are. But we're all col with it. Heero doesn't have a heart nor a consicence so it really doesn't matter. And Wufei's all whacked out anyway so really, they're n-" he cut himself off and frowned. "You don't have the slightest idea who I'm talking about."
Quatre shook his head. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it! Just relax and listen to the soothig sound of my voice..." I chuckled. He was nice. He made me feel comfortable.
~*~ Rome held my hand. The blue haired girl held her own hands together. Her eyes teared over. "Oh but Erts... I understand." she said in her soft childish voice. Rome said her name was Tune. She did have a melodic voice. She saluted me. Then she walked away, hugging herself. I frowned. Rome rested her head on my shoulder.
"She loved y-... I mean Erts's brother, Ernest. He died in battle. She thoght... maybe by being your repairer... maybe she could still do something for him." She looked up with a sad smile. "But my priority is your safety, whoever you are..." She closed her eys and hugged me. I returned the embrace. Safety?!? There was something she wasn't telling me. She stepped back, wiping her eyes. "I hope we can still get Erts back to normal. Come on," she lead me down an elevator to a hangar.
I stood in awe, an eerie feeling runing up and down my back. Five beautiful female shaped battle robots were lined beside each other. they were vivid colors, orange, green, blue, red... and then my eyes were drawn to the large white one. I reached out to it. Rome yanked me toward one of them. "These are Ingrids. They are also known as Goddesses. Each Goddess has a pilot and a repairer. The White Goddess's pilot is Teela Zain Elmes. Her repairer died. Rioroute Vilgyna is pilot of Augie Keameia, his repairer is Phil Phleira. Yu Hikura is pilot of Tellia-Kallista, his sister is his repairer, Kazuhi. Gareas Elidd is pilot of Eva Leena, with Leena as his repairer. You pilot this one. Reighned Klein. Tune was your repairer after your brother, Ernest. Now you've 'choosen' me as your new repairer. I'm glad Tune wasn't so tough about it... "
"They're beautiful..." I whispered. Rome smiled and took my hand. "What do I do?"
"You enter." she said as the metal doors open, revealing a hseet of film. I stumbled back.
"Come...." came an eerie soft voice...
"What?" i looked around. Who had called me? "Rome was that you?"
"Me what?" she asked, startled.
"Who told me to come." i said, confused.
"No." she said it slowly, worried.
"Come, Quatre... come to me, enter..." The hair on the back of neck rose. She called me.... Quatre. Was that my name? It felt right. It did. But I felt afraid. "Come to me, I won't hurt you." I stepped forward and stood before the cockpit, eyes wide in awe. It was this ingrid. I closed my eyes. She had a sweet voice... but who was she? "Come to me."
"Erts?" Rome touched my shoulder. My eyes flew open and I looked at her.
"She's calling me, Rome. The goddess is calling me. She knows my name... my real name." I looked at the beautiful mecha. It had a majestic yet soothing aura.
"What is your real name?" she whispered, holding her fist to her chest, staring at the ingrid as well.
"Quatre." I whispered. I stepped forward and touched the film. I closed my eyes and fell forward into it.... I heard Rome's worried gasp. And then it was her voice. Her melodic, maternal voice. Soothing and sweet, filled with innocence and knowlegde, beckoning me...
"Quatre... you are lost."
"I am."
"You can find your way back home, Quatre."
"Can I?" I whispered, my eyes still closed.
"Open your eyes Quatre." I did. I openned them and stared into the porcelain face and a teal haired girl. She was so beautiful that I was left in awe. "Quatre... you have Erts's abilities, Quatre. Trust in them. A battle is coming. You must fight. I'll guide you... just trust me..."
"I do."
"And trust her." her face shattered from the teal haired goddess to Rome's innocent sweet face. Her cute smile and large concerned eyes. I reached out toher face.
"I trust you. Rome..."
"E-... Quatre? What is it? I'm here..." I closed my eyes. Her voice became more and more anxious. The face disappeared. I knew it wasn't the real her. It was an image, to show me she's the one... the one for me to trust."Of course you can trsut me."
"Rome... you're beautiful..." I close my eyes and drifted further yet closer. Feeling the goddess surround me in a warm embrace though I couldn't see her arms. She held me as I fell, comforting me, protecting me.
~*~ I stiffled a yawn as Duo continued rambling about the colonial wars. I got up and walked into the bathroom, the door open, so I could still hear him. I froze when I saw him. The guy from the evening before. My cheeks burned and I looked down. Trowa. His name was so eerie to me. He walked up to me, his tall frame standing before my meek form. "Quatre... what happened? I was worried..." I looked to teh side, silent.
Duo bounded in, a big smile on his face. "Hey Trowa! Morning sunshine!" he teased him. I bit my lower lip, grateful Duo came. I couldn't help be to cling mentally and emotionally, to Duo. His presence reminded me of one I was very found of back home. Home? What home... this is suppose to be my home. Literally mine. From what Duo said... I was rich. Me? Rich? I sighed, my thoughts boggoling me once again.
"Good morning Duo." Trowa looked back down at me. his warm hand touched my cheek. I clenched my jaw. "Quatre... did I hurt you? You seem so distant now..." Duo frowned beside me.
"Trowa, buddy, he's not feeling well."
"Duo, I think he can speak for himself." Fear once again gripped me. What do I say? I must have loved him. But I don't feel anything now, just fear, emptiness and confusion. I stepped back, tears forming in my eyes.
"No I can't..." I smiled. "He's right... I'm not... feeling well. Forgive me." I ran into Duo's room and lied on the bed, burrying my face in his pillow. My sight might be of no use like this but my ears picked up Trowa and Duo...
"What did I do." that was Trowa. I felt bad. I didn't want to hurt him. But how do I explain that for some reason, while sleeping, I lost everything? every crevice of knowlegde from mind except for a few feelings and thoughts.
"Nothing, Trowa. I'm not going to say anything but Quatre isn't feeling well. you know the drill, bud. I don't lie." I heard a sigh. Was it Trowa's? I wasn't sure.
"I don't understand. What does he mean? Had I hurt him? Is he sick?" pure concern filled his voice. So pure and vivid, despite the monotoneness Duo had described him with. posessing.
"He's sick. he's not.... himself." the understatement of the day. I wasn't just 'not myself' I was osmebody else in total! I wasn't Quatre, Trowa's boyfriend, or a gundam pilot. I'm just not!
"Why does he trust you and not me? quatre's always been able to talk to me."
"I don't know... he doesn't want to leave my room. He doesn't want me to leave him alone. He seems... afraid. Look, Trowa, we'll talk about this later. Maybe by then he'll be ok and he can talk to you." A long moment and the door within both rooms were shut. A weight was placed beside me, against my back. I lifted my head and saw Duo. "Q-man... what do I tell him?"
"You did well, Duo. Thank you... I just feel... lost."
"So you've told me that past four hours. You do know you can trust me so that's a plus!"
"I don't know who I can trust. I just knew you wouldn't jugde me. and somehow... I remember you. Or more someone like you... someone I miss a lot. I want to go back home... home, this isn't home. this isn't where I belong. Quatre's not my name. Trowa's not my love..." I looked at the wall, tired of tears.
"Sorry but it looks like you're stuck here, stranger, until you can go back."
I rolled onto my back. I was quiet. I closed my eyes. He must have known I wasn't asleep but left anyway. I lied there, eyes closed, mind releasing everything it was holding. I forced myself to let everything go... to sink into myself...
'Erts... when will you coem back to me?' came a sweet angelic voice.
'I don't know'
"But Erts... I miss you."
'Erts? Is that who I am?"
"Yes. My Erts. Will you do anything to come back to me, Erts?'
'Yes. Anything.'
"Trust... trust Erts. Trust them. All of them. All four of them. They will help you. Trust in quatre's skills, trust in his presence within that body. Fight, Erts, and trust. then you'll return to me...."
'Then? Why not now... I want to go home. I'm lonely here.'
"Trust ...."
As gently as her voice rolled in and filled my mind with her soothing presence, she rolled away, like a misty fog. Now my mind was filled with questions again. But in the mess of those questions I found one certainty. Erts. My name was Erts. I know who I am.
I am Erts.
And I can trust in that knowlegde. But I can also trust in Quatre and his friends... and his love.
-~~^*~--~*^~~- ~__--==-/\-__~*^*~__-/\-==--__~ ~--*~*_^_*~*--~ Chapter 2: Trust ~*~ I awoke lying on the side of the bed. Zero was still asleep. I sat up, looking around. I still felt misplaced.I slid out of the bed, picking up the clothes Zero said was mine. I dressed up and nugded him awake. "Zero.. Zero, please. Wake up, Zero." I said softly. The remaining two beds remained empty all night.
"Kizna... it isn't... my fault.... this time..." he rolled over. I furrowed my brows.
"Zero I have to talk to you about last night!" I said louder, not wanting to yell. I found it hard to yell. It was mean. And I don't like being mean....
"What happened last night?" asked a voice from behind me. I jumped and turned to see a boy with glasses examening me. I blinked and turned beet red. "Interesting..." he examined. He must have gotten the wrong impression. Or maybe it was the right impression. I wouldn't know! I frowned. This wasn't right! I should be able to remember at least something like that.
"Um... Nothing. Absoluetly... nothing." I walked out in a rush, avoiding the other boy that entered. I walked into a girl. "Sorry! I'm so sorry." I apologized profusely. THe dark haired girl stared at me. She had a lone braid to the side. Her eyes widdened and she threw her arms around me.
"Erts! I've missed you so much...." I closed my eyes. I was begining to know less and less as I learned more and more about this Erts I suppossively was. "I've been so worried. We were so close before..."
I snapped my head. "Are we still?" I asked.
She smiled, her eyes teary. "Of course!" Finally. Someone I could trust that wouldn't fall asleep and murmur someone else's name in his sleep. Odd. That shouldn't have bothered me. I stood up, helping her up.
"Then we need to talk... in private." I said softly. She lead me to a room where there were trees and a pond.
"Yes?" she whispered.
I began explaining what happened last night, begining with the vague details I could remember from the dream. I explained how I hardly remembered anything but instinct kept telling me I wasn't Erts. That I didn't fit in. She stared at me. She reached out and rested her hands on my face, her eyes tearing.
"Erts..." she laughed. "Wait, you're not Erts..." I frowned. She was concerned. I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"You can still call me Erts." Her arms wrapped around me and she rested her head against my chest. We stoo dthere for a long silent moment.
"Erts Virnny Cocteau. Thats who everyone thinks your are." she gasped . "Oh my, what if you're called into battle! You don't anything on how to pilot the goddess..." She seemed more worried then before. "Erts, you have to make me your repairer... come on." She took my hand and lead me away. Goddess? Repairer? Battle!?
~*~
I jumped when I was nugded awake. I looked up into energetic cobault blue eyes. "Hey, Q-man, you slept in here?" he asked. I stood up, shaking a little.
"Why is it so cold here?" I asked. The brunette shrugged. I stared at him when I noticed his long braid. I blinked. At least... I think he's a guy. I couldn't tell with the bulky black T-shirt he had on. "who are you?" I asked softly.
"Ok.... you've lost it." Well, if I had to jugde just by the voice, he's a guy. But what a funny way to have your hair. I reached out and touched his face. He froze. I remembered blue eyes. Ethuasism beaming from them, curioisity, excitement, a constant happiness. I remembered a shock of brown hair. I closed my eyes such familiar details yet such infamiliar ones as well. "Quatre, you're scaring me." he whispered.
"I'm scaring myself... I don't know where I am. Who I am. Why I was lying with a stranger. Nor who you are." My vision blurred and his infamiliar features became more familiar. I covered my face. "I'm so afraid. Why can't I remember anything? All I know is a perfect blank. Nothing. Emptiness... help me. Please." The young man frowned. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and lead me through the other door, opposite the room i had entered from the previous night. He sat me on what I assumed was his bed. He tossed me a long black T-shirt and long pajama pants.
"I believe you." he finally said heavily, as he sat at teh foot of the head, facing me with a frown. "But I don't know how to help you. I mean, if there's anything I can do...." He looked down. "Damn, man, what happens if we're called to battle? We're screwed without you."
"Battle." I repeated. I remembered battle. Fighting. Lots of fighting. I closed my eyes and hugged myself. I didn't like fighting... not at all.... "I don't want to fight."
He chuckled. then he paused. "Hey,that means you have no idea who I am? Well, shows how smart I am... I'm Duo Maxwell. And the guy you were with is your boy friend, Trowa Barton... well actually he *has* no name, we call him Trowa anyway but it gets very confusing when talking about Marie-Maya, you don't remeber her either, well anyway, th-" I covered his mouth. His speedy talk was making my already over worked mind spin.
"Thank you. But one sentence at a time." I explained. He smiled under my hand. I pulled back and smiled back.
"Sorry."
"It's ok." I sighed. Duo folded his legs indian style. I looked down. "Boyfriend? so I'm..." I blushed. He chuckled.
"Yeah, you are. But we're all col with it. Heero doesn't have a heart nor a consicence so it really doesn't matter. And Wufei's all whacked out anyway so really, they're n-" he cut himself off and frowned. "You don't have the slightest idea who I'm talking about."
Quatre shook his head. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it! Just relax and listen to the soothig sound of my voice..." I chuckled. He was nice. He made me feel comfortable.
~*~ Rome held my hand. The blue haired girl held her own hands together. Her eyes teared over. "Oh but Erts... I understand." she said in her soft childish voice. Rome said her name was Tune. She did have a melodic voice. She saluted me. Then she walked away, hugging herself. I frowned. Rome rested her head on my shoulder.
"She loved y-... I mean Erts's brother, Ernest. He died in battle. She thoght... maybe by being your repairer... maybe she could still do something for him." She looked up with a sad smile. "But my priority is your safety, whoever you are..." She closed her eys and hugged me. I returned the embrace. Safety?!? There was something she wasn't telling me. She stepped back, wiping her eyes. "I hope we can still get Erts back to normal. Come on," she lead me down an elevator to a hangar.
I stood in awe, an eerie feeling runing up and down my back. Five beautiful female shaped battle robots were lined beside each other. they were vivid colors, orange, green, blue, red... and then my eyes were drawn to the large white one. I reached out to it. Rome yanked me toward one of them. "These are Ingrids. They are also known as Goddesses. Each Goddess has a pilot and a repairer. The White Goddess's pilot is Teela Zain Elmes. Her repairer died. Rioroute Vilgyna is pilot of Augie Keameia, his repairer is Phil Phleira. Yu Hikura is pilot of Tellia-Kallista, his sister is his repairer, Kazuhi. Gareas Elidd is pilot of Eva Leena, with Leena as his repairer. You pilot this one. Reighned Klein. Tune was your repairer after your brother, Ernest. Now you've 'choosen' me as your new repairer. I'm glad Tune wasn't so tough about it... "
"They're beautiful..." I whispered. Rome smiled and took my hand. "What do I do?"
"You enter." she said as the metal doors open, revealing a hseet of film. I stumbled back.
"Come...." came an eerie soft voice...
"What?" i looked around. Who had called me? "Rome was that you?"
"Me what?" she asked, startled.
"Who told me to come." i said, confused.
"No." she said it slowly, worried.
"Come, Quatre... come to me, enter..." The hair on the back of neck rose. She called me.... Quatre. Was that my name? It felt right. It did. But I felt afraid. "Come to me, I won't hurt you." I stepped forward and stood before the cockpit, eyes wide in awe. It was this ingrid. I closed my eyes. She had a sweet voice... but who was she? "Come to me."
"Erts?" Rome touched my shoulder. My eyes flew open and I looked at her.
"She's calling me, Rome. The goddess is calling me. She knows my name... my real name." I looked at the beautiful mecha. It had a majestic yet soothing aura.
"What is your real name?" she whispered, holding her fist to her chest, staring at the ingrid as well.
"Quatre." I whispered. I stepped forward and touched the film. I closed my eyes and fell forward into it.... I heard Rome's worried gasp. And then it was her voice. Her melodic, maternal voice. Soothing and sweet, filled with innocence and knowlegde, beckoning me...
"Quatre... you are lost."
"I am."
"You can find your way back home, Quatre."
"Can I?" I whispered, my eyes still closed.
"Open your eyes Quatre." I did. I openned them and stared into the porcelain face and a teal haired girl. She was so beautiful that I was left in awe. "Quatre... you have Erts's abilities, Quatre. Trust in them. A battle is coming. You must fight. I'll guide you... just trust me..."
"I do."
"And trust her." her face shattered from the teal haired goddess to Rome's innocent sweet face. Her cute smile and large concerned eyes. I reached out toher face.
"I trust you. Rome..."
"E-... Quatre? What is it? I'm here..." I closed my eyes. Her voice became more and more anxious. The face disappeared. I knew it wasn't the real her. It was an image, to show me she's the one... the one for me to trust."Of course you can trsut me."
"Rome... you're beautiful..." I close my eyes and drifted further yet closer. Feeling the goddess surround me in a warm embrace though I couldn't see her arms. She held me as I fell, comforting me, protecting me.
~*~ I stiffled a yawn as Duo continued rambling about the colonial wars. I got up and walked into the bathroom, the door open, so I could still hear him. I froze when I saw him. The guy from the evening before. My cheeks burned and I looked down. Trowa. His name was so eerie to me. He walked up to me, his tall frame standing before my meek form. "Quatre... what happened? I was worried..." I looked to teh side, silent.
Duo bounded in, a big smile on his face. "Hey Trowa! Morning sunshine!" he teased him. I bit my lower lip, grateful Duo came. I couldn't help be to cling mentally and emotionally, to Duo. His presence reminded me of one I was very found of back home. Home? What home... this is suppose to be my home. Literally mine. From what Duo said... I was rich. Me? Rich? I sighed, my thoughts boggoling me once again.
"Good morning Duo." Trowa looked back down at me. his warm hand touched my cheek. I clenched my jaw. "Quatre... did I hurt you? You seem so distant now..." Duo frowned beside me.
"Trowa, buddy, he's not feeling well."
"Duo, I think he can speak for himself." Fear once again gripped me. What do I say? I must have loved him. But I don't feel anything now, just fear, emptiness and confusion. I stepped back, tears forming in my eyes.
"No I can't..." I smiled. "He's right... I'm not... feeling well. Forgive me." I ran into Duo's room and lied on the bed, burrying my face in his pillow. My sight might be of no use like this but my ears picked up Trowa and Duo...
"What did I do." that was Trowa. I felt bad. I didn't want to hurt him. But how do I explain that for some reason, while sleeping, I lost everything? every crevice of knowlegde from mind except for a few feelings and thoughts.
"Nothing, Trowa. I'm not going to say anything but Quatre isn't feeling well. you know the drill, bud. I don't lie." I heard a sigh. Was it Trowa's? I wasn't sure.
"I don't understand. What does he mean? Had I hurt him? Is he sick?" pure concern filled his voice. So pure and vivid, despite the monotoneness Duo had described him with. posessing.
"He's sick. he's not.... himself." the understatement of the day. I wasn't just 'not myself' I was osmebody else in total! I wasn't Quatre, Trowa's boyfriend, or a gundam pilot. I'm just not!
"Why does he trust you and not me? quatre's always been able to talk to me."
"I don't know... he doesn't want to leave my room. He doesn't want me to leave him alone. He seems... afraid. Look, Trowa, we'll talk about this later. Maybe by then he'll be ok and he can talk to you." A long moment and the door within both rooms were shut. A weight was placed beside me, against my back. I lifted my head and saw Duo. "Q-man... what do I tell him?"
"You did well, Duo. Thank you... I just feel... lost."
"So you've told me that past four hours. You do know you can trust me so that's a plus!"
"I don't know who I can trust. I just knew you wouldn't jugde me. and somehow... I remember you. Or more someone like you... someone I miss a lot. I want to go back home... home, this isn't home. this isn't where I belong. Quatre's not my name. Trowa's not my love..." I looked at the wall, tired of tears.
"Sorry but it looks like you're stuck here, stranger, until you can go back."
I rolled onto my back. I was quiet. I closed my eyes. He must have known I wasn't asleep but left anyway. I lied there, eyes closed, mind releasing everything it was holding. I forced myself to let everything go... to sink into myself...
'Erts... when will you coem back to me?' came a sweet angelic voice.
'I don't know'
"But Erts... I miss you."
'Erts? Is that who I am?"
"Yes. My Erts. Will you do anything to come back to me, Erts?'
'Yes. Anything.'
"Trust... trust Erts. Trust them. All of them. All four of them. They will help you. Trust in quatre's skills, trust in his presence within that body. Fight, Erts, and trust. then you'll return to me...."
'Then? Why not now... I want to go home. I'm lonely here.'
"Trust ...."
As gently as her voice rolled in and filled my mind with her soothing presence, she rolled away, like a misty fog. Now my mind was filled with questions again. But in the mess of those questions I found one certainty. Erts. My name was Erts. I know who I am.
I am Erts.
And I can trust in that knowlegde. But I can also trust in Quatre and his friends... and his love.