Remnants of My Dreams - ACT 5

All disclaimers apply... I got bored in typing disclaimers now... Really, I'll have to type it out somewhere and just cut and paste if I need to.. but until I got around it, well... I'll be filling in with blabbers and those soft-hearted ones should surely fall off from such blabs... I know my blab kills, someone told me that. So, yaoi, blah blah, abit touching here there, and everywhere... oink oink here, oink oink there, oink here oink there, oink oink every where oink oink, ol mcdonald have a farm eiyaieiayaiyo...

Oh oh, I could hear 'wtf's flying all around... if you don't know what 'wtf' means, by any odd reasons or another... don't ask, I don't wanna be rude.

Remnants of My Dream part 5

based on Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake

UK Tour 2000

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TROWA

I plunged headlong into the first large source of light I see. The mixture of dizziness from all the drinking and disco-dancing, disco lights, blasting disco music and from the fact that I am so frustrated, tears covering up my vision, distorted it real badly, and the such, I could only make out different shapes of tall, lean blacks with small yellow heads as lampposts, black shadows that more often than not comes in groups of two or more and moves as humans or

androids or other created, moving creatures, and zipping blacks as vehicles...

I tried to move away from those blacks and stayed in the safe path, but I stumbled nonetheless. The lights all together blaring in my vision, sending little starbursts in my vision. I made out, through the shadows and tears, through the light mist and dizziness, that it was a park... somehow...

I sat down on the ground and tried to clear my vision before I do anything else stupid. Wiping out the salty cake of what was tears from my eyes with the back of my hands, sniffling off the hard feelings and the strong know in my heart, I calmed down eventually. I dumped my jacket onto the nearest bench, a whitewashed one, underneath a whitewashed street lamp that glowed softly and flickering a bit, the wastebasket full of papers... And I looked beyond that, to the silent river, its waters gliding down softly sending ripples of water to the banks and the full bright moon above, casting pale golden sparkles on the waters.

The waters moved as in a symphony, each move and motion coupled with the beautiful tune of tide, it is serenely beautiful, serenely heaven...

I wish...

I could just die here...

It would be perfect...

I was filled with ecstacy, I could feel the adrenalin building inside of me, oh yes I could feel the beauty of actually leaving this world, in this place...

I rushed back to the bench and searched all over my jacket for a piece of paper... I couldn't found one, until I saw the pile of old newspaper inside the wastebasket. I took one out and ripped the edge, just enough for me to write, I reached inside the jacket pocket, unable to grab the pen that was placed in there, because of the excitement that burns my whole body...

I scribbled some obscure letters, chains of words, creating a sentence, creating a short paragraph, and a very ungraceful scrawl of my name to close it. I looked around for anything to stick it on with and found an old chewing gum sticking on the lamppost.

Vandals...

but I sticked my note there anyway...

Then, my eyes swept around the vastness of the park, as far as my sight would permit me do, swept my sight across the greenish hue of night,

across the occassional windblown pines,

across the glimmering twilight of the city...

inhaled the vaguely scented air...

inhaled one of the last breath of my existance...

and the thoughts of dying doesn't scared me the least...

I took my steps, a dozen of steps from the riverbank, looking up into the moonlight, and traced my eyes down the river and smiled. I leaned back and let myself got caught in the swirl of the winds, and I ran forward.

The dozen of steps felt like it took ages to finish. The short distance away to my point of no return felt like a million miles far, with the wind lapping my face, and caressing my hair, the warm-cool air wrapped around my body...

I've never felt this way before...

Until my steps were cut short...

By a presence...

That came between me and my life...

I hesitantly opened my eyes...

And saw...

***

ZECHS

We saw him came. Well, My subordinate saw him first, nudging at me, silently saying, "Sir, isn't that the boy that you fancied?"

I looked up, while the others are trying to supress their urge to get a glimpse of him. These people... I just shook my head. Until I saw a figure that was most intimate in my head... running like an angered bull, or more likely, a perfectly off-the-hook person, like those prisoners in the lower chambers who scrambled into the dark whenever they heard footsteps clicking perfectly onto the cold metal floors... more than anything.

I saw him dumping himself onto the cold ground and tried to calm himself. I felt the urge to go up there and calm him down... but for what? will he accept that?

maybe because I am afraid of him rejecting...

maybe I am a coward afterall...

So all the while I just sat there and watched him regain his composure and walked towards the river. I always loved the river and how the water ran smoothly down the banks, how the symphony of waters was created effortlessly... and he looked up to the bright full moon. It captivated him, as it always captivated me.

Also the way the moon reflects itself on the water, making it shimmering gold... such beautiful sight, him and his surrounding.

Then his face brightens up... At first I thought that he suddenly found consolation at the things of nature... but then i saw him scrambling for pens and papers, saw him scribbling, saw him sticking it to the lamppost...

saw him took one last longing look at the world

saw him took one last breath of the air

saw him took his flight...

it dawned to me...

/No! Don't die on me! No! not yet... not before I could know you and make sure you're safe and sound!/

/Not until I can show you what friendship is/

/Not until I can show you the joy of being loved!/

And I lunged forward, away from my subordinates...

and stood in the middle of him...

and his end...

and we both stared at each other...

>>>tbc

sooo... this is not exactly everything from act 5... but what the hell anyway...

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Remnants of My Dreams - ACT 6

This as well, is still part of ACT 5, but ACT 5 is too long to be put together... sooo...

and disclaimers, and all sorts, okay...

Remnants of My Dream part 6

based on Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake

UK Tour 2000

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TROWA

I looked at the stranger who blocked my path to my end with wide-eyed wonder, as I slowly paced backwards, with intermingling feelings of fascination, helplessness and a bit of bravery to confront. They all sparked like millions of fireflies in the dark.

My eyes never left him, sweeping through his features. He's tall, and lean, and poised. His movements swift and graceful... Platinum hair that shone like a halo of an angel under the moonlight, and that face...

such beautiful face...

On his face, was painted such urgency, the need to rescue...

me?

why?

and he moved closer, and I could see more of him, as he stepped more into the light...

more graceful than ever,

more beautiful than ever.

And he spoke, his voice as soft as the wind, enveloping me with warmth. "Don't you do that... don't waste your life like this." Am I imagining things or does his voice sounded sad... grief? over me?

I walked up to him gingerly and stopped a feet away from him, and I reached out, hesitantly, as if trying to work out whether he is true or just my illusion, or am I really dead.

He smiled, the most captivating smile in the world, those clear blue eyes sparkled. He moved forward and took my hands, enveloping the cold in his warmth. And I sank into him, unable to do anything, unable to think or to move, but only trying to cling to him, as if he would disappear, and like the others, leaving me alone again.

But he as well tightened his arms around me, and rested his chin on top of my head. "Foolish, foolish child..." I heard him whisper time and again, and I could do nothing but snuggle closer to his frame.

I slid my hand to his back and let them stayed there, pressing my full frame into his, closely, it made my breathing hard and labourous. But I don't want to let go. The prospect of letting go someone as precious...

Silently, I nuzzled onto the base of his throat, which pulses with life, and running my hands up and down his back. I could feel his grip tightening on me for a while, sending myself nearer to him. At this closeness I hear his steady heartbeats as compared to my fleeting one, his sweet scent as compared to my alcohol smell, his maturity and grace as compared to my childlike looks and clumsiness, his collectedness of character and my random ones...

I was so into my own muses that I did not realise that the man whom I've been holding so tightly had slipped off my touch. It was a very fluid motion, as I could not feel any uneasiness in me.

I looked up at him, and he smiled...

and disappeared into the night.

In the dimness of the air, I vaguely saw his fleeting shadows...

I smiled to myself and followed his trail,

my longing for death had just dissipated completely.

***

ZECHS

I looked intently at him as he examined me. His eyes still wide in shock and wonder. I made no move, for I don't know how to.

Then he paced slowly to me and reached out for me, his hands trembling as it tried to touch me.

Wondering whether I am real, little one?

I smiled and I took his hands. They are cold, and they are trembling. Then he abandon his strength and just leaned on me. "Foolish, foolish child," I whispered softly.

/Why do you throw yourself like this? Don't you know someone will be grieving for you?/

I felt his body pressed closer to me, he laid his head on the crook of my neck and hands around me, steady on my back. I could catch the scent that emanates from him. Scent of cheap alcohol, scent of hopelessness, scent of longing, and scent of innocence.

He moved his hands slowly across my back, and stopped almost abruptly. I looked down at him, his brows creased in thoughts.

I slowly pried off from him, and he didn't even noticed. I waited for him to get to his senses and when he found that I wasn't in his embrace anymore, he looked once more bewildered. He lifted his head and his eyes found their way to mine.

I smiled and disappeared.

Playing the game,

and he joined in.

***

Oz SOLDIERS

We watched as our captain shared his care with the little boy. We had never seen so much of care coming from him, let alone any emotions. But what we witnessed is most true. His feeling, his humanness, his self.

And we began to wonder, how could that possibly be happening, two extremes in the same person. A cold blooded murderer and someone with warm compassion.

And he approached us, his protege not far behind.

At least tonight would not be dull.

***

TROWA

I followed the man as fast as I could, with my eyes never leaving his shadows for a second, in fear that I may lose track of him. Then he stopped in front of a large looming shadow. I quicken my pace and breathing labourously. As I got closer, I could hear noises and chatters and the large clump of shadows are infact people. His friends?

I had this slightest feeling of fear.

Why the commotion?

Is he a real friend or...

But I can't think of anything but approach, I can't turn back and I wouldn't.

Then the shadows became visible figures of human. The more I stepped closer to them, the more of my fear faded away. They didn't seemed to be much of a threat to me, and they do seemed nice and friendly. And they smiled at me, as the man that had caught my attentions before left and disappeared once again.

The company rose to their feet and approached me, in a light sense. They all moved very gracefully and elegantly, very poised and strong. Their air of upbringing fascinated me. I always dreamt to be like them. Collected, mature, and above all, grace.

"So... little one, seemed to have captured our captain's cold heart!" a chirpy voice came from the group. They circled me and smiled, and extended their hands.

"Trowa's the name..." I said meekly, trying not to annoy them or something.

"Ah..." a man, quite as tall, with short cropped dark hair, and dark eyes, a glint or two visible in them, he's friendly from the way he spoke. "Hello, then, I am Michael. And these are all my comrades-in-arms... all from Zechs Merquise's squadron."

/Soldiers/ I mused.

"Zechs Merquise?"

Another man from the group smiled in one of the most fascinating grins. "Yeah, our captain, the one who block you from your suicidal attempt just now."

My mind went back to the man who had just saved my life, and captured my heart. "He's a soldier? You are all soldiers?"

"Yeah..." they said in unison and groaned a bit.

/I actually came to like this lot.../

Then I saw a flash of silver under the pale moonlight. /Zechs!/

I excused myself lamely and went to the direction of the fleeting figure.

***

Oz SOLDIERS

The little boy is very fascinating indeed. Such innocence and trust. Such fragile creature, but also very mature beyond his age.

He took us into awe, as well as of our captain.

We think we know why this feeling of our captain surfaced.

We think we like him too.

***

ZECHS

When I was small I liked to play chase. And just for the sake of tonight maybe I could go back to those days. Maybe I am being selfish here, wanting to play with a young boy that had just barely know my name.

He was talking to my subordinates, obviously not knowing that they are from the warring faction. If not, Michael and the others wouldn't be so civil at him or put up with me, and I am not going to tell them about these things anyway.

I saw him catching up with me, running as fast as his legs could take him... I deliberately slowed down and let him catch up with me and caught hold of my wrist. He yanked me slowly and I gladly moved towards him...

We ended up on the ground,

wrestling each other,

and whispering words to each other...

it felt right, somehow...

>>>

tbc...

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Remnants of My Dreams - ACT 7

Seventh part of Remnants, and I am a slow typer... I never thought this would take THIS long to finish, and its not finished yet! So.. if in the real Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake this is the last half of ACT 5 and the first half of ACT 6.. but because its too long I broke it all up.

gomen to everyone... (not like anyone cared anyway)

and also, disclaimers and stuff... none of the GW characters are mine, Swan Lake's not mine, nothing's mine... even the idea's not mine, it's Jeje's (my muse)... soo....

Remnants of My Dream part 7

based on Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake

UK Tour 2000

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TROWA

I could hear him whispering to me, all the words of consolation and wisdom, I could hear his heartbeat so paced and soothing, I could feel his touches and when I touched him I could feel him as real.

We are here, laid back on the grass eyes poised into oblivion and mouths whispering life, giggling and touching each other.

I never thought I could.

"Foolish person." he said, nudging me softly.

"I am sorry... I scared you didn't I."

He didn't say anything, but he's smiling, he turned to his side and propped his head with one of his hands. His eyes in genuine concern,

"Look here, little one..." he sounded almost sad. "You...I... we know that I can't look after you forever, nor most of the time, I am from a different part of life, and so do you. We are from opposing sides, but then, look after yourself for me, if not for yourself..."

I looked into his eyes, they sparkled in the moonlight, as if almost pleading. "I think that is fine." but my voice sounded with hesitation.

he shook his head, "No 'I think's, promise me you'll be alive. No stupid killing yourself thing, okay?"

I smiled as he smiled, "Sure." And he reached out his free hand, the one not propping his head. The slender fingers touched my cheeks and ran down, following the jawline, down to my chin, and lifted my face up to his descending one...

And our lips just touched. A simple kiss, but enough to send electric shocks tingling across my body. I could feel him nearing me, now two hands looping around my neck, pushing me down to the ground, pining me between heaven and earth...

His hands trailed down from the back of my neck, up front and rested on the base of the neck, on the hollow, and it pressed slightly, and caressing at the same time...

then he broke away.

I looked at him, quizzically, and I understood. As morning unfurls itself. He rose, giving me a small kiss on the forehead, "Until we meet again..." I rose with him, embracing him once more, and watched him walk away with his subordinates.

I don't know what to feel, sadness or happiness. And I felt that rush of adrenalin again... that sent me flying to the highest heaven. I ran and grabbed my jacket and saw the note that I wrote before... but I don't need it now, or ever again. I tore it into pieces and sent it upwards, creating a small torrent of papers in the wind. I danced my way into the morning, in new hopes of new life.

***

So there you find, my dear beloved, that the young man soon found his happiness. He grew more and more confident in himself, and could ace in many given situation. as a Gundam pilot, he is much feared and respected. And together with his other four friends they are quite much strong. He and his protector met once in a while without the confinement of duty and just shared the day with each other, exploring one another and would leave to live for tomorrow, in hopes of meeting again.

Then one day, dearest one, Quatre, one of the pilot decided to throw a gathering, or a party, for family, friends, and acquaintances. As he is of wealthy bearing, the party is by far grand and attended by

endless stream of people. Trowa is amongst them, and so are the other three Gundam pilots, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, and Chang Wufei.

***

TROWA

"Uwaaa... there are soooooo many people!"

That's Duo, and he managed to make a few heads turn. Then, we could see him skipping off to the directions of the crowd, amusing them with his outgoing personality, and managed to give a slight irritation to a few with his cheerfullness. But nevertheless, he managed to make more acquaintances than any other people present at that night. Certainly more than how many I could make for myself. To be frank, I haven't made any yet, just standing out from the crowd and trying to make out the ones I know. But to no avail.

I sensed someone standing beside me and I looked to see who. Quatre.

"Trowa, what are you doing here? go and mill around." his voice is of genuine concern. He's concern at all of us. I shook my head.

"Not in the mood."

He smiled, "Maybe if I told you, that Catherine Bloom is around, would you be in mood enough to talk to her, at least?"

I nodded, and walked with him. I expected Catherine to come with Ralph, but...

her escort almost stopped the heartbeat inside of me.

The gang-leader!

How on earth?!

Quatre obviously doesn't realise who came with Catherine, because he's indifferent to him. He made me fidget. But I assured myself that he can't do anything to me in this banquet. Not without creating a commotion and making a 'bastard' out of himself, not that he isn't.

But he looked all propped up and very acceptable as a guest in any degree, sweet talks, nice bearing, and very polite.

He greeted me, a tinge of malice in his voice. I just nodded at him and started to chat with Catherine, trying to repress my curiosity at why he's here and not Ralph or any other person. As I and Catherine are engaged with our own chat, I could sense the gang-leader spoke to someone else, someone whom I think I knew, from the way he spoke and from the air that is around him. I excused myself from Catherine and turned around.

Only to see the small little boy,

who betrayed me and almost took my life away,

who wasn't anyone but a paid murderer.

Why is he here anyway?

Trying to destroy me again?

It wouldn't work, for I have found a true friend, who made me overcome the flaw in my life.

The boy looked up to me and saw me watching him. He broke free from his conversation with the gang leader and approached me, there is remorse in his eyes. Sadness. For what? trying to trap me again? It won't work.

Instead of running away and create a scene, as what I thought the gang-leader would expect me to do, i stood there and watched his advance. He walked slowly as if calculating an enemy, his eyes trying not to meet mine, and I waited, I have all the time in the world.

Catherine whispered something about her finding a friend from her childhood in the crowd and left, I nodded at her and said I will be fine. By now, Gawain was standing right beside me, his eyes pleadingly large and watery. "Trowa..." he whispered.

"What do you want, Gawain?" acting as if I am not aware of his dealings with the gang-leader.

"Umm... no, just wanted to say I missed you."

I raised one eyebrow, acting as if I am not fit to be missed, "And why is that?" I scooped him into my arms and gave him a small peck on his cheek, "I miss you too, sorry for leaving you so abruptly."

We chatted for a long time, as friend to friend chat might have looked like. I stole a glance at the gang leader who is obviously fuming by now. I could have laughed at his face. But I was surprised that he also smiled back at me and walked to my way. I pretended I am not aware, but he can't be tricked. He yanked Gawain away from me as he reached me, and suddenly trailed his hands on my side. I flinched, I hated this.

"So..." he said in a husky voice. "You saw through Gawain... Doesn't really influence you as the first time you met that little brat..."

I stared at him.

"Oh, boy.." his hands travelling lower and lower, "No need to stare at me. I know what could get my revenge over you!"

i gave one challenging glare, and tried to break away from him. But he took me by my wrist, and whispered maliciously, "I'll get it from you this time, don't you worry."

Suddenly there is a large commotion going on, a stranger had just entered the room, it seemed. The gang leader smiled and let go of me. I spun around and looked at the direction of the stranger.

/Zechs?/ His figures unmistakeable, the tall imposing figure, with platinum hair cascading to his lower back, those blue eyes, those noble bearing. But something isn't quite right.

He had a predatory glint in his eyes, a smile of self-confidence graced his beautifully curved mouth, his air more imposing than usual, too proud... He was clad in black leather, accentuating his beautiful body...

Zechs had never wore that... tight leather pants, white shirt, black leather jacket, and a white silk scarf flung carelessly over his neck, like a stula of a priest...

flirting with the ladies,

with Dorothy Catalonia,

with Relena Darlian,

with Catherine Bloom...

with every woman in the banquet...

too flirtuous to be Zechs, he had said he had no time to be flirtuous or to flirt around, he had said it was a waste of time...

too proud to be Zechs, my Zechs is a gentle one, captivating in a gentle way, not proud and predatory, but of gentle heart...

But then, he is Zechs, his build, his look...

I am confused.

>>> tbc

Okay, just spoilers, the man is not Zechs, okay? you know like the

Odette/Odille thing? Odette is not Odille, but Odille looks like

Odette, blah blah...

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