Disclaimers: All normal apply, blah blah blah.
Warnings: Yaoi! 1x2, 3x4. As of now nothing much, just implied, later that
may change ^_~ Disaster warning! There is stuff in here about The tidal
waves Hawaii used to get. If that bothers you, do not continue!
Authors Note: This wonderful fic that you are about to read is not, sadly,
all mine. You didn't honestly think I was that good did you? No, I didn't
think so. Well anyways, this was co-written by the wonderfully talented
Holly, known to most as Berrful Hunter. So half the credit for this goes to
her, make sure she receives it guys!! Go read her stuff too k ^^
Yes, you need to keep reading. I'm using my mind powers to make you read!
wahahaah!
"Heero, get him out of here." Trowa said sharply to 01, his tone commanding. Duo muttered something under his breath about his hatred for the ring, and Heero nodded at Trowa. He pulled Duo to his feet and walked with him out of the kitchen and upstairs to the bedroom they shared. They climbed the stairs simultaneously, every now and then Duo saying how he would destroy the ring himself if given the chance. The door to their room was half open when they reached it, and Heero pulled the door open, allowing Duo go enter the bedroom first. Both were silent as they lowered themselves onto their bed. "Heero, what's happening to Quatre?" Duo asked, worry taking over his usual cheerful tone.
Heero sighed. "I don't know." Duo buried his head in his lover's chest. "I...don't like what its doing. Not just to the Q-man, but to all of us..." Heero nodded and wrapped his arms around him.
"Hn, I know what you mean."
Duo bit his lip. "What if we can't get rid of it?"
Heero tightened his grip. "We will." Violet eyes looked up into the cobalt depths.
"But what if-" 01 cut him off.
"We will." He said, as if not wanting to believe anything otherwise.
"I hope so." Duo said, nuzzling his forehead into the crook of Heero's neck, already feeling better in the warm embrace of the other pilot. Heero smiled at Duo, tightening his already tight grip on the smaller boy. "Don't worry." Heero said, "We'll get rid of that thing." Duo nodded.
Duo sighed and Heero stroked his hair. "Once again I prove myself as Shinigami..." Heero glared at his lover's back and pulled him upright, "*Matte. He's not dead, nor are we going to let him get that way." Violet eyes misted over a bit before he blinked the not yet shed tears away, then grinned wryly at Heero, "You always know what to say koi."
Moments elapsed in silence from then on, until Heero became aware of the fact that Duo's breathing was softer now, and there was a more peaceful look on his koi's face. He decided it best not to move, lest he disturb his sleeping partner; he knew Duo was having a hard time seeing Quatre in this state of mind, and he also knew the American needed to relax, so as not to get himself sick with worry.
He shifted himself so his back was against the wall and Duo's head was still in his lap. Duo mumbled sleepily and turned on his side, wrapping his arms around Heero's waist. "Don't go." He said tiredly. Heero looked down at him, "I wasn't planning on it." He kissed the top of his head and pulled Duo towards him, sliding down in the process so that now both were lying side by side. "Just go back to sleep Duo, I won't leave." He tightened his grip on the smaller boy as if to prove his point and closed his cobalt eyes, drifting off as well.
Duo waited a few minutes before opening one violet eye to peer at Heero. He smiled, certain Heero was asleep. "Goodnight, sleepyhead," Hearing no response, he repressed a laugh and placed a single kiss on Heero's lips before going back to sleep. 'He's so cute when he's sleeping,' Duo thought before sleep claimed him for the night.
Trowa sat on the coffee table in front of the pale boy. He had been tossing and turning for over and hour now, occasionally he would scream, always echoing somewhere between horror and terror. Trowa did his best to make him comfortable. It pained him more than he ever thought possible to see his angel like this. He reached out and took the blonde's small hand in his, "Quatre...Come back. I...I need you." He said reluctantly to the tortured form in front of him.
*Icy waters towered in the sky, achieving their goal of preaching their greatness to the smaller, more minuscule ocean waves beneath them; the wave poured over itself and bubbled angrily. Someone began to cry out to whatever ultimate deity it was they believed in for help. He froze, fear temporarily paralyzing him as he stood in clear range of the merciless waves. Reality struck him with the necessary jolt from his mind to his legs, which started running mechanically in the opposite direction. Too late...too late. The waves towered above him angrily, laughing as they crashed down upon him. He fell forward then rose as the frigid waters surrounded the entire area around him. Through misty eyes he looked up. So close, he was so close to the surface. His lungs burned. Air! He needed air! The water pushed against him as he struggled to reach the surface. Something was holding him back. Air! His lungs cried and shouted for air! So close, so close! His hand broke the surface, moist air stinging his grateful skin. A hand! Someone grabbed his hand and started pulling him from the water. Almost, almost! Air! He couldn't cold out much longer! Suddenly the hand relinquished its grip on his, and through clouding vision he saw a mildly familiar pair of emerald eyes staring at him in shock. No! He was falling...falling... His hand sunk into the water, twitching, hoping for a rescue which would never come. The last thing he saw was that same pair of green eyes before he choked and the darkness slowly consumed him, his pale body sinking to a watery grave...*
Trowa shouted in alarm as Quatre stopped breathing. "Shit!" He checked for heartbeat immediately and found a steadily faltering one, but it was there nonetheless. He moved onto his knees beside the couch and pressed on Quatre's chest in time to his own heartbeat, which was increasing by the second. He forced it to return to normal rate and hesitated when he realized he'd have to do mouth to mouth. He pushed the thought out of his mind.
Carefully, Trowa pinched Quatre's nose closed and lowered his lips over Quatre's partially open mouth. Thank heavens Doctor S gave him those CPR lessons while in training, which at the time Trowa deemed useless, as he thought he would never need to resuscitate anyone. He breathed forcefully for Quatre, still holding the blond's nose shut. He sat back and counted to ten slowly, and started forcing more air into Quatre's lungs, watching out of the corner of his eye as 04's chest rose opposite of his own. He repeated the process a few times until, while sitting back, he saw Quatre's chest rise on its own. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as caught his breath. Quatre was alive. And he couldn't have been happier.
Quatre gasped and sat up quickly. That is until he met Trowa's lips. His eyes shot open, now fully awake. Trowa pulled back in shock, "Sorry! You weren't breathing." Quatre looked down at his hands and clutched them into fists to stop them from shaking, "It's alright."
Quatre suddenly looked up, right into Trowa's eyes, fear filling his own. "You said I...wasn't breathing?" Trowa nodded once, and the blond continued, this time, more uneasiness audible under his tone. "I-in the nightmare I had... I drowned. And someone grabbed my hand and started pulling me out, but then they let go, and..." Quatre shuddered. "...I...don't want to say." Trowa glared at the tan carpeting, almost as if his glaring hard enough would destroy the ring. Understanding dawned in his green eyes. 'His dreams...effect him physically...' he shook his head. "We've got to get rid of that thing, Quatre."
"I know!" he shouted, "I know." He repeated softly at Trowa's shocked expression."It's getting farther into my head Trowa, it's showing me things it's done. I was right...All of those horrible things in the past, it caused them. I'll bet even the war were figh-" He cut off abruptly, realization dawning on him. "Someone had it." He stated blandly. Trowa blinked, "What?" Quatre looked up at him, "Someone had it recently. The war, this war, was caused by it!"
Trowa was silent until he spoke. "The question is..." he paused, checking Quatre's face for any reaction. "...who had it." 03 scanned his memory for everyone he had ever seen during the war, anyone who he'd met. Were any of those people bearing this damned ring? He didn't know. But he had to expect the unexpected, what with all his training. The only problem was, he couldn't think of anyone who could have held the ring, even with his previous thoughts.
Trowa seemed to have followed Quatre's thought process and voiced this, "I can't remember any political figures with rings, but then again, you're not wearing it and it still effects you." Quatre stared at him, once again astounded by the invisible link he shared with the taller pilot. "That's true..."
"I just don't understand this, Trowa!" Quatre said out of nowhere. "Why does it want to torture me so bad, why?! Is it really trying to kill me off?" he quieted down from his spontaneous outburst. "...Because the way my dreams are headed...that just might happen, Trowa. They're starting to actually effect me. I dreamed I couldn't breathe and died because of it, and I wake up to find out I wasn't breathing." the blond's mind was racing, every second a new thought filling his mind, be it fear, or worry, or anger for the ring. "I don't know what's going on anymore." Quatre said softly.
"Heero, get him out of here." Trowa said sharply to 01, his tone commanding. Duo muttered something under his breath about his hatred for the ring, and Heero nodded at Trowa. He pulled Duo to his feet and walked with him out of the kitchen and upstairs to the bedroom they shared. They climbed the stairs simultaneously, every now and then Duo saying how he would destroy the ring himself if given the chance. The door to their room was half open when they reached it, and Heero pulled the door open, allowing Duo go enter the bedroom first. Both were silent as they lowered themselves onto their bed. "Heero, what's happening to Quatre?" Duo asked, worry taking over his usual cheerful tone.
Heero sighed. "I don't know." Duo buried his head in his lover's chest. "I...don't like what its doing. Not just to the Q-man, but to all of us..." Heero nodded and wrapped his arms around him.
"Hn, I know what you mean."
Duo bit his lip. "What if we can't get rid of it?"
Heero tightened his grip. "We will." Violet eyes looked up into the cobalt depths.
"But what if-" 01 cut him off.
"We will." He said, as if not wanting to believe anything otherwise.
"I hope so." Duo said, nuzzling his forehead into the crook of Heero's neck, already feeling better in the warm embrace of the other pilot. Heero smiled at Duo, tightening his already tight grip on the smaller boy. "Don't worry." Heero said, "We'll get rid of that thing." Duo nodded.
Duo sighed and Heero stroked his hair. "Once again I prove myself as Shinigami..." Heero glared at his lover's back and pulled him upright, "*Matte. He's not dead, nor are we going to let him get that way." Violet eyes misted over a bit before he blinked the not yet shed tears away, then grinned wryly at Heero, "You always know what to say koi."
Moments elapsed in silence from then on, until Heero became aware of the fact that Duo's breathing was softer now, and there was a more peaceful look on his koi's face. He decided it best not to move, lest he disturb his sleeping partner; he knew Duo was having a hard time seeing Quatre in this state of mind, and he also knew the American needed to relax, so as not to get himself sick with worry.
He shifted himself so his back was against the wall and Duo's head was still in his lap. Duo mumbled sleepily and turned on his side, wrapping his arms around Heero's waist. "Don't go." He said tiredly. Heero looked down at him, "I wasn't planning on it." He kissed the top of his head and pulled Duo towards him, sliding down in the process so that now both were lying side by side. "Just go back to sleep Duo, I won't leave." He tightened his grip on the smaller boy as if to prove his point and closed his cobalt eyes, drifting off as well.
Duo waited a few minutes before opening one violet eye to peer at Heero. He smiled, certain Heero was asleep. "Goodnight, sleepyhead," Hearing no response, he repressed a laugh and placed a single kiss on Heero's lips before going back to sleep. 'He's so cute when he's sleeping,' Duo thought before sleep claimed him for the night.
Trowa sat on the coffee table in front of the pale boy. He had been tossing and turning for over and hour now, occasionally he would scream, always echoing somewhere between horror and terror. Trowa did his best to make him comfortable. It pained him more than he ever thought possible to see his angel like this. He reached out and took the blonde's small hand in his, "Quatre...Come back. I...I need you." He said reluctantly to the tortured form in front of him.
*Icy waters towered in the sky, achieving their goal of preaching their greatness to the smaller, more minuscule ocean waves beneath them; the wave poured over itself and bubbled angrily. Someone began to cry out to whatever ultimate deity it was they believed in for help. He froze, fear temporarily paralyzing him as he stood in clear range of the merciless waves. Reality struck him with the necessary jolt from his mind to his legs, which started running mechanically in the opposite direction. Too late...too late. The waves towered above him angrily, laughing as they crashed down upon him. He fell forward then rose as the frigid waters surrounded the entire area around him. Through misty eyes he looked up. So close, he was so close to the surface. His lungs burned. Air! He needed air! The water pushed against him as he struggled to reach the surface. Something was holding him back. Air! His lungs cried and shouted for air! So close, so close! His hand broke the surface, moist air stinging his grateful skin. A hand! Someone grabbed his hand and started pulling him from the water. Almost, almost! Air! He couldn't cold out much longer! Suddenly the hand relinquished its grip on his, and through clouding vision he saw a mildly familiar pair of emerald eyes staring at him in shock. No! He was falling...falling... His hand sunk into the water, twitching, hoping for a rescue which would never come. The last thing he saw was that same pair of green eyes before he choked and the darkness slowly consumed him, his pale body sinking to a watery grave...*
Trowa shouted in alarm as Quatre stopped breathing. "Shit!" He checked for heartbeat immediately and found a steadily faltering one, but it was there nonetheless. He moved onto his knees beside the couch and pressed on Quatre's chest in time to his own heartbeat, which was increasing by the second. He forced it to return to normal rate and hesitated when he realized he'd have to do mouth to mouth. He pushed the thought out of his mind.
Carefully, Trowa pinched Quatre's nose closed and lowered his lips over Quatre's partially open mouth. Thank heavens Doctor S gave him those CPR lessons while in training, which at the time Trowa deemed useless, as he thought he would never need to resuscitate anyone. He breathed forcefully for Quatre, still holding the blond's nose shut. He sat back and counted to ten slowly, and started forcing more air into Quatre's lungs, watching out of the corner of his eye as 04's chest rose opposite of his own. He repeated the process a few times until, while sitting back, he saw Quatre's chest rise on its own. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as caught his breath. Quatre was alive. And he couldn't have been happier.
Quatre gasped and sat up quickly. That is until he met Trowa's lips. His eyes shot open, now fully awake. Trowa pulled back in shock, "Sorry! You weren't breathing." Quatre looked down at his hands and clutched them into fists to stop them from shaking, "It's alright."
Quatre suddenly looked up, right into Trowa's eyes, fear filling his own. "You said I...wasn't breathing?" Trowa nodded once, and the blond continued, this time, more uneasiness audible under his tone. "I-in the nightmare I had... I drowned. And someone grabbed my hand and started pulling me out, but then they let go, and..." Quatre shuddered. "...I...don't want to say." Trowa glared at the tan carpeting, almost as if his glaring hard enough would destroy the ring. Understanding dawned in his green eyes. 'His dreams...effect him physically...' he shook his head. "We've got to get rid of that thing, Quatre."
"I know!" he shouted, "I know." He repeated softly at Trowa's shocked expression."It's getting farther into my head Trowa, it's showing me things it's done. I was right...All of those horrible things in the past, it caused them. I'll bet even the war were figh-" He cut off abruptly, realization dawning on him. "Someone had it." He stated blandly. Trowa blinked, "What?" Quatre looked up at him, "Someone had it recently. The war, this war, was caused by it!"
Trowa was silent until he spoke. "The question is..." he paused, checking Quatre's face for any reaction. "...who had it." 03 scanned his memory for everyone he had ever seen during the war, anyone who he'd met. Were any of those people bearing this damned ring? He didn't know. But he had to expect the unexpected, what with all his training. The only problem was, he couldn't think of anyone who could have held the ring, even with his previous thoughts.
Trowa seemed to have followed Quatre's thought process and voiced this, "I can't remember any political figures with rings, but then again, you're not wearing it and it still effects you." Quatre stared at him, once again astounded by the invisible link he shared with the taller pilot. "That's true..."
"I just don't understand this, Trowa!" Quatre said out of nowhere. "Why does it want to torture me so bad, why?! Is it really trying to kill me off?" he quieted down from his spontaneous outburst. "...Because the way my dreams are headed...that just might happen, Trowa. They're starting to actually effect me. I dreamed I couldn't breathe and died because of it, and I wake up to find out I wasn't breathing." the blond's mind was racing, every second a new thought filling his mind, be it fear, or worry, or anger for the ring. "I don't know what's going on anymore." Quatre said softly.