Hunter
By: Akkiko
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and am in no way saying I own any of the charictors
unless I made them.
Authors Note: long chapter but a little bit is explained. Lime warning, nothing much, just clothing but anywho, signing out.
Chapter 2: The Hunters Heart
Jester stood in a field with no grass or wind. At the same time it wasn`t a desert. There was a "fuzz" of grass on the ground that went as far as she could see. She now noticed her out fit. it was like her costume only it was made of leaves and grass. She also had a long cloak made of lions fur. She looked around frantically. Someone was in her mind. In any other curcomstance she would have fought to the death to wake up but now she was over come by curiosity. "Where am I?"
No awnser came. All that gave her any hint of a responce was a slight breeze that blew all the grass away and left a desert. She took a step back and saw that she had been right in front of a cliff. When she turned back around she saw in the distance a small, black dot. A million thoughts ran through her head as to what it could be. A monster? The person invading her mind?
Those thoughts melted away as it became clearer in the sudden wind. It was a tan coat, with a thick main of fur. She sighed at seeing the farmiliar lion. Raga, it was one she worked with on occation. It trotted up to her and she now noticed that there was something in his mouth, something that had left a trail of blood on the ground. she held out her hand, which had been wrapped in sea weed that went up to her elbow. "What do you have Raga?"
The lion tilted his head down and a human heart tumbled out. Jester gasped and snatched her hand back. It was a human heart with a symbol that looked like a spear carved in it. She was getting sick. All around her she could hear the distinct thump-thump thump-thump. "Eat it Jester."
She looked around and saw in the distance a pile of sand forming together. It sprouted hands, feet, legs, arms, a body, and fingers. It finally moved to walk towards her and as it did a woman formed out of it. She was a young woman with dark brown hair and dark skin. She was dressed in a black dress that went to her ankles and drug on the ground behind her. Around her waist she had a rope made of gold. Her black eyes twinkled at Jester as she backed away from the heart that lay on the ground forming a puddle of blood.
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Jester sat up panting and sweating. She looked at Trowa and saw that he was still asleep. With a sigh she lowered her feet over the side of the bed until they touched the floor than she stood up and threw a sheer robe that went to her thiegs on. On the way out she noticed, among other things, that the scar on her stomech was gone. Another thing she noticed was a mark on her shoulder like the one that was on the heart in her dream.
A shudder raced through her as she stood in a black robe that barely hid anything. She walked slowly to the kitchen and filled a pot to set it on the stove. It was two in the mourning but she knew she would never get back to sleep. As a matter of fact, she had just gotten to sleep. Who would want to get into her mind? Why did they want her to eat a human heart? She poured a cup of coffee and added one spoonful of sugar and a few drops of cream. Who was trying to tell her something? Was it her past sneaking up on her like she always knew it would?
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Trowa was in a forest. He had an outfit like his circus costume on only it was black with a red dragon that wound around him up to his neck. It looked as though it was a pet because it had it`s head on his shoulder.
The forest was like a small paradise but everything was black. the trees had black leaves, the birds were black, the path he was on was black. He looked around trying to acess the situation. He didn`t know where he was but he knew he was dreaming. He had to be. No place on earth looked like this. Someone was in his mind. Jester? No. She had no reason. She was most likely fast asleep anyway.
There was no one else that came to mind. He was thrown from his thought when a rustle came from the bushes up ahead. He stepped forward becoming aware of the spear in his hand and froze when another rustle came. He finally saw the eyes of the thing. It was a dragon, a red dragon just like on his costume. He stepped back as it walked forward. He saw something in his mouth but he was afraid of what it could be. All he knew was the the dragons mouth was wet with blood.
The dragon finally stopped in it`s advance and set it`s head on the ground than pushed the objest in it`s mouth towards Trowa. It was a heart. It had a spear type wepon carved on it. He also noticed with a sick feeling that it was still pumping, making the puddle of blood around it larger. "Eat it Trowa."
Trowa looked up and saw the smoke from the dragons nostrols form into a blob with four limps than a fifth one formed and it began to walk towards him. As it walked hands, feet, and a body appeared. Finally a face formed. It was a young woman with dark brown hair and twinkling black eyes. She had a black dress on that went ot her ankles and left a trail of fire as she walked. She narrowed her eyes. "You`ll lose your hunters heart Trowa. Eat it! Not all hope is lost for you and Jester!"
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Trowa sat up panting and glanced to the place where Jester would have been but she was gone. He swung his feet to the floor and rubbed his eyes than he stood up. Who would want to get in his mind? That dream was most disturbing. Why did that woman say there was still hope for him and Jester? Were they in danger?
As he walked past the mirror he stopped suddenly. there was a spear tatoo on his shoulder just like the one that was on the heart. What did it all mean? Who was he? He saw the light on in the kitchen and so he stopped at the door and looked in releaved to see Jester sitting at the table sipping coffee. "Hi."
She looked up from a daze with a sad look on her face. "You too huh?"
He nodded and sat down. She didn`t seem to notice that he was in nothing but underwear and he didn`t seem to notice that she was in a sheer robe that bearely hid anything and she had nothing undermeath. "I was in a forest and a dragon dropped..."
She stopped sipping and without changing expression looked up from her cup. "A human heart, and than this woman..."
"Asked me to eat it." they looked at eachother as the realization hit them. They had dreamed the same dream on the same night. Someone was trying to tell them something. He thought of something and walked over to her and knelt in front of her. He slid his hand over her shoulder and slipped the sleeve to her robe off. He looked at her eyes when he saw the tatoo than he pointed to his.
She sighed. "I was in a desert. I had the same kind of costume i wear during our porformances but it was made out of leaves and grass. I was right in front of a cliff and when I turned around I saw Raga coming up to me. He had something in his mouth so i told him to drop it and it was a human heart. It had our tatoo on it. Someone told me to eat it but I didn`t. that`s when I woke up."
trowa sighed and pulled himself onto a chair. "I was in a black forest wearing my costume but it was black with a dragon winding around it. I heard something and when it came out it was a dragon. It dropped the heart but it was still beating and it had the tatoo on it. She told me to eat it. She said I would lose my hunters heart but not all hope was lost for you or me."
Jester suddenly grinned. "It`s probably our telopathic link that`s all. We see things the same but we also see them differently. the tatoos` probably aren`t anyhting. A sick joke." He was starting to wonder about how much she really believed that when her voice wavered and a tear rolled down her cheek. Trowa stood up. It was six in the mourning. They had a show that day and they had gotten about five minutes of sleep. They had both lived on that though.
Jester and Trowa both felt the same thing. A feeling in them and a quiver. The thrill of a hunt, of death and of blood. Both felt shame because of this feeling too. How could they enjoy death? Whose death would it be? Who was that woman? Why would they ever eat a human heart?
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that day there wasn`t anyone at the show except a woman. She was wearing a cloak that covered her eyes partially. Jester and Trowa both stoped at the curtain. They knew it was the same woman. Why else would she want to hide her face? Trowa gripped Jester by the arms. "We won`t let her know what we feel."
Jester nodded and they both did forward flips onto the stage. Jester produced out of no where two swords and threw them at Trowa who caught them as usual. This time though, she didn`t have her power for some reason and so she fell, slicing a deep gash in her arm. Trowa rushed to her side and helped her up. She let out a moan of pain as they walked to the medical tent.