short, dream-like fic
It's freezing, he thought, swimming through the dark, almost oily liquid that was threatening to turn into a slush. The light that shone down on him was like that of a bloody haze. While he swam his way through the salty-smelling muck, he felt pipes, nuts and wires. Every time he touched them, he felt like what little warmth he had leaking away from him. Even the air tasted like iron.
Slowly, the metal parts that were floating in the muck seemed to gravitate toward him as if suddenly he had become magnetized. The wires were trying to dig under his skin and metal panels were trying to encase him in a cocoon that nothing could break out off. He began to yell and scream for someone to hear him.
Suddenly, he felt a warm current stir through the stagnant sea where he was stranded. With all his strength, he began swimming toward the source of the current. Despite the numbness in his limbs from the cold and the scratches he was getting from broken metal pieces in the water, he knew that it was the only thing he could if he were to survive. The closer he got to the source, the warmer he felt. Slowly, he noticed that the light was becoming brighter and clearer. The liquid he was swimming was no longer chilly filth, but something clear that felt like liquid silk with a perfume that extinguished the iron smell yet was not overpowering...
Heero woke up to find that Duo's braid tie had broken and his hair had spread out like a fan all over him. Carefully, he gathered up the hair then tied it up in a loose ponytail so as not to wake him. Then he looked at Duo, who was still sleeping, and thought, I wonder what he'd think about my dream.
The End
(:./mk/dream)
