The Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Trowa (1): Trowa Barton a.k.a Triton Bloom.
Trowa (2): The REAL Trowa Barton.
Words that are italics are thoughts.
Words in Square Brackets "[]" are dreams.
A/N: sup?
[ Quatre stared at the burning building in front of him. Thick, gray smoke emitted from the building, drifting into the reddened sky. He spotted a young man nearby also staring at the building burning. He was about 16 years old, had short blond hair and was dressed in beige pants with a pink shirt with a vest ontop. The boy looked stunned, scared and confused as tears began to gather in his eyes.
"FAAATHERRRR!" The boy yelled loudly. He let go of any inhibition and started sobbing extremely hard while shaking violently.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The boy screamed at the top of his lungs. He fell to his knees and cried into his hands. Quatre walked over to the boy and examined him. He looks familiar.
"Are you okay?" Quatre asked as he approached. The boy didn't seem to hear him, instead he kept crying and murmuring something to himself.
"No...Father....Iria." The boy mumbled between sobs. He must be naming his loved ones. Quatre figured. He looked up at the flaming building. Maybe they're trapped in there!
Quatre examined the burning building closely. The bricks were covered in soot and the windows were all shattered. The flame seemed to engulf the building completely and Quatre realized with remorse that chances of survivors was bleak. The building was scorched beyond repair.
"You can't leave me like this! I'm not going to be able to survive!" The boy screamed into his hands. Quatre knelt down beside the boy.
"It'll be okay." Quatre said softly. The boy continued crying not paying any attention to Quatre.
"How can I live without them?" The boy asked himself. He looked at the flaming building. Black smoke drifted up into the air as the building slowly turned into ashes.
A soft siren can be heard out in the distance. It got louder by the second and soon a truck could be seen speeding towards them. Five men in yellow and one man in red came out of the truck. While the other 5 men were busy preparing the hose, the man in red approached the teenager with caution.
"Hey, are you okay?" The man asked with concern. The teen looked up at the fireman and jumped to his feet.
"My family is in there. Please save them!" The boy exclaimed, pointing at the building. The man nodded and ordered the men to look for them. Two men ran into the building to search for the boy's family. Soon, 3 more fire trucks and 2 ambulances arrived at the scene, all of them spraying the building down with water in attempted to calm the fire.
"Sir, would you mind coming with us? We'd like to ask you some questions." The fireman in red asked the boy kindly. The boy nodded and followed the man to the back of an ambulance where he was given a blanket.
"What's your name?" The fireman asked softly. The little boy continued crying and quietly mumbled his name. "Quatre Raberba Winner."
Quatre's eyes widened. He's me? How is the possible? No, that can't be! I'm right here. Maybe he just has the same name as me! Yeah, Quatre is a popular name! I know plenty of Arabs with french numbers as names! Quatre denied quickly. He looked at the boy again. But why does he look like me?
Just then, the two men that had searched the burning building ran up to the man in red.
"Sir, there are no survivors." One of the men said, his eyes looking at the young Quatre with sympathy. The boy cried harder. All hope was gone.
"Don't worry kid, we'll find a new home for you." The man said. He sat down next to the boy and patted his back for comfort.
"I'm really sorry, Quatre." The man whispered.]
Quatre opened his eyes suddenly. His pillow was soaked with cold sweat and tears. He quickly looked at his surroundings. He was at home, in his room, sunlight streaming in from the nearby windows. Quatre looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 6:30 am.
"Was it a dream?" Quatre asked himself as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of hand. Quatre sat up and crawled out of bed. I need a shower. I need to clear my head. Quatre thought as he walked towards the bathroom.
Quatre stood under the warm water sprinkling down onto him. He could feel his body relax but was still deep in thought. That dream made no sense at all. What could it mean? Does it even have a meaning? Was that boy really me? It looked like me, and it's funny how I can't remember a lot from my past. Maybe it was me, on the day I became an orphan.
Quatre stepped out of the shower and dressed himself. He combed his hair neatly and went downstairs have breakfast.
Halfway through his quiet breakfast cereal, the phone began to ring.
Who could be calling so early? Quatre thought, startled by the suddenly loud noise. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Quatre said into the receiver.
"Quatre! My maann." A familiar but slightly drunken voice said.
"Trowa(1)? Is that you?" Quatre asked.
"Yeah, sure. I can be anyone you want me to be." Trowa slurred.
"Are you drunk?" Quatre asked with concern.
"It is possiply (not a spelling mistake), I had a few drinks. Anywayssss I've been thinking 'bout you. I'd love to see your sweet can right about now. I'm coming over." Trowa said quickly. Before Quatre could answer Trowa hung up. Quatre put the phone down onto the counter and furrowed his eyebrows with concern. Now he had something totally new to worry about. Quatre ate his breakfast peacefully until he suddenly heard a loud, feminine scream from the house beside his. Quatre quickly ran to the door to see what all the commotion about.
There was Trowa standing on the neighbor's lawn with some rocks in his hands. The neighbor's window on the second floor was broken.
"Trowa! What are you doing?" Quatre yelled. Trowa looked at Quatre.
"Quatre! What are you doing at your neighbor's house? And why is there a girl in your house? Are you sleeping with GIRLS now!? You said you loved me!!" Trowa yelled, jumping to conclusions.
"This is my house! And no, I don't sleep with girls. You know very well I'M GAY." Quatre yelled loud enough for the block to hear.
"SHHUT UPP! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!!!!" A man yelled from a few houses down.
"SOORRRRY!" Quatre apologized.
"SHUT UP!!!" Another man yelled from the opposite direction.
Quatre ignored the second man and gestured Trowa to get in his house. Trowa threw remaining rocks he was holding onto the neighbor's flowers and dashed into Quatre's house.
"Son of a-" The neighbor cursed when she saw Trowa had crushed her precious tulips.
"What are you doing here so early?" Quatre asked when Trowa entered his house.
"I haven't slept allll night." Trowa said with a huge smile upon his face.
"Why not?" Quatre asked. He sat down on his couch and Trowa followed.
"I don't know, I can't sleep." Trowa answered. "Do you have any beer?" Quatre shook his head.
"You drank all mine." Quatre said. Trowa stared at Quatre blankly as if not knowning what he was talking about.
"I drank all your beer?" Trowa asked to clarify.
"Yes." Quatre answered, growning increasingly concerned about Trowa.
"Whaaat? Really? Already? Didn't I just get here? Dam, I work quick." Trowa said in amazement.
Quatre stared at Trowa, wide eyed at what he was witnessing.
"Trowa, are you developing a drinking habit?" Quatre asked seriously.
Trowa stared at Quatre with a crooked smile for a while before immediately fell asleep. After a few pokes, Quatre realized Trowa was not going to wake up, so instead went to the kitchen to continue his breakfast.
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