Date: 23 Aug 2002
Category: Songfic/vidfic, dark humor, weird
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairings: None but a little implied 3+4
Warnings: Brief displays of bad language.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: This fic (be it song or vid you'll have to tell me) incorporates two songs from Pink Floyd's The Wall. The songs are Stop! and The Trial. Since Kwycksylver reminded me I haven't written a Pink Floyd songfic in a while, I thought I'd give it a shot. And I really didn't feel like writing an angst piece, thus I'm calling this dark humor because the cast was cracking me up.
The lyrics are indented differently from regular paragraphs. On a webpage they will probably be in italics.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Trowa was asleep. A cd was playing in the diskplayer nearby. And like all dreamers, the music became incorporated into Trowa's dream.
Trowa was standing in a cell on Moonbase, wearing his OZ uniform. Unfortunately he was the prisoner rather than the jailer. Staring out of the small window in his cell door he found himself singing:
Stop!
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show.
But I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know.
Have I been guilty all this time?
The world of his cell spun around and suddenly he found himself standing in a courtroom. His OZ uniform was replaced with prison gray. He glanced over to the prosecutor's table to see Wufei wearing a barrister's wig. Wufei glanced over to Trowa with a look of disgust before facing forward and announcing:
Good morning, Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature;
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
A short man with a wild mushroom shaped mop of salt and pepper hair and scars and an oddly shapped nose stepped up to the stand. It took Trowa a moment to realize that this it was G, Duo's mentor. Why would G be his schoolmaster rather than his own rather imposing mentor, S, he did not know.
G sat at the stand, holding a whip and staring menacingly at Trowa.
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honor.
If they'd let me have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied,
The bleeding heart's an artist
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today?
A voice in Trowa's head now sang, mournfully:
Crazy,
Toys in the attic I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy.
The judge who looked suspiciously like Treize then announced: Call the wife!
Quatre appeared rather than taking the stand, he walked over to Trowa with a small smile on his face. Trowa smiled back. However, the smile quickly changed to puzzlement when Quatre opened his mouth and said:
You little shit you're in it now,
I hope they throw away the key.
You should have talked to me more often
Than you did, but no! You had to go
Your own way, have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm your honor,
Him and Me, alone.
To say Trowa was surprised was an understatement. He had never heard Quatre speak so ill of anyone much less of himself. However, suddenly a young woman ran to to him, pushing Quatre out of the way. Catherine while only five years older Trowa was wearing a gray wig and screeching:
Baaaaaaaaaabe!
Come to mother baby, let me hold you
In my arms.
M'lord I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honor, let me take him home.
Catherine was now smothering him in a rib crushing embrace. Her cloying perfume was one you would expect an elderly lady to wear and it was making his eyes water a little. His mind once again began to hear words rebuking him:
Crazy,
Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.
Judge Treize glared before making pronouncement:
The evidence before the court is
Incontrivertable, there's no need for
The jury to retire.
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
Of the full penalty of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate!
Catherine looked miserable, Quatre looked gleeful. The jury which consisted of Sally, Heero, Noin, Zechs, Une, and an assortment of OZ Specials and Alliance soldiers merely shook their heads and stared at him.
Duo yelled out from the peanut gallery before Treize interrupted him to continue his pronouncement.
"Hey Judge! Shit on him!"
Since, my friend, you have revealed your
Deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before
Your peers.
Tear down the wall!
Suddenly a wall, Trowa had never noticed before was in front of him. Folks from the jury and strangers were attacking the wall with pick axes and hammers. He suddenly felt rather exposed like he was naked. As sunlight penetrated thorough the large cracks that began to appear the more exposed he felt. In a panic, Trowa screamed, "STOP!"
Trowa sat up in bed, breathing hard and sweating. The cd was still playing its final song from Pink Floyd's The Wall. Trowa grabbed the remote and turned off the player.
Then he slowly started to chuckle. "I must remind myself never to borrow any of Duo's cds and fall asleep listening to them. It can be hazardous to one's health."
He eased back down into the bed and began to doze off in a dreamless sleep this time.
OWARI
Footnote: I couldn't remember the letter of Trowa's trainer. So I went with G because ... he's distinctive looking, and why not? (Edit: I originally mislabelled him as J. Ooops). Also in dreams folks usually appear in unexpected roles and places (at least for me). Seriously what is it? J is Heero's, G is Duo's, H is Quatre's and O is Wufei's. So who's Trowa's? I remember that he is a really big brawny bald guy and that's it. (Edit 2: It's "S" and I've gotten S confused physically with O, gomen.).
I don't know if this is considered a vidfic or a songfic. I just love the song, The Trial and sing it out loud many a times when I'm walking my dog. Call me nuts, I like to sing. :)
And yes, I have had music incorporate itself in my dream world. Classical music with lots of violins tend to make me have nightmares. (It's true).
(:./babaca/trodream)
