Title: A Flat (version 1; [ZS]Quatre)
Author: Naisumi
Genre: Vid Fic
Notes: Hi minna-san! Um...this is my first vidfic, so please be gentle!! ^^;; This is the way cool song ‘A Flat’ by Staind...I do NOT own this song, and (duh) I don’t own the characters (damn. My plans for world domination have not been put into effect yet ^.~). This is based on ZERO System Quatre, but I could probably put out versions 2-5 ^^;; I could probably incorporate EVERY one of the G-boyz with this song! ^-^ ‘cause it’s awesome! But, uh...this is version is about ZS Quatre ^-^. It’s pretty dark and angsty with LOTS and LOTS of violence ^^
In the beginning there’s this riff-like thing with the guitar...
Arika: Oh, GREAT description...
^^;; Oh shut up. But, uh...if anyone else has heard the song, then feel free to explain better to the people who haven’t!! Eheheheheh...I suck at explaining stuff -_-;; But um...anyway, enjoy, and PLEASE PLEASE *PLEASE* give me feedback!! I THRIVE on feedback!! ^-^ Thank you!! (chanc@uakron.edu)
[ ] Descriptions
// // Song lyrics
[Endlessly repeating guitar riff plays, droning on into infinity as we see Quatre running in a void of ebony darkness, occasionally glancing over his shoulder.]
[There is a slight pause in the guitar riff as Quatre halts in his running, breathing heavily and raising his hands and watching them as they tremble. He clenches them abruptly as the riff ascends to a louder proportion with drums, and whirls around, whipping a gun out from his waistband and pointing it at the camera as it pans around to view from the place that he was looking at.]
[The guitar continues in its louder melody along with the drums and other accompaniments, and snapshots of Sandrock in battle are shown in rapid succession to the beat of the song.]
//Trust in me can't trust//
[Quatre offers a helping hand to the camera, a friendly smile on his face, before a crimson light shines behind him. His affable countenance transforms to one of terror and almost hysterical anger. Quickly recoiling from his vulnerable helping pose, he draws his hand in, clutching his other hand that is pressed against his heart in a tight fist.]
//I'm the whore I don't believe it//(1)
[A close-up of Quatre’s smiling face is shown before panning out and watching bullets bursting from off screen, tearing into his body.]
//All my life so scarred//
[A sepia-tinted photograph that seems to be quite old is shown. In the picture, there is a woman with long blonde hair swept over one shoulder while baring the other. She has a familiar charming smile that sparkles even in her cerulean eyes.]
//what for //
[The picture of Quatrina is ripped down the center, the edges of the tear down the center ragged and uneven.]
// who you can't conceive it//
[A close-up of the picture reveals that the slash had cleaved the woman’s face straight down the center. On one side, which is hanging barely on the scene, is Quatrina with her luxuriously long hair swept over her shoulder. On the other side of the face, is Quatre, a tear trickling down his cheek. We see a close-up of the tear’s path, then follow the descent of the crystalline teardrop of sorrow as it drips of Quatre’s chin and splatters--]
// Everything you fear//
[--only to turn blood-red as soon as it hits, not the black void, but swirling flaxen sand. The sand soaks up the blood as soon as it makes contact, then the camera pans out slightly to reveal a pale hand with a trickle of blood running down the palm and dripping on the sand...]
// I'll be here//
[...The camera pans out further to reveal Quatre, standing in a slumped stance, looking desolate. He is gazing sadly at his bloodied hand, slowly lifting it and turning it palms upward...]
// you couldn't live it//
[...He then turns around slightly to look over his shoulder at the wreck of Heavyarms behind him, and a flare of fire blazes across the screen,]
// I whisper in your ear so loud,//
[Quatre staring at his father as the latter yells at the young Arabian, then flashing to a picture where Quatre as a child leans close with an impish smile to tell his beloved father a secret.]
// why can't you hear it//
[ A startling blackness, then the camera panning out to reveal that it is the barrel of Heero’s gun, which he is pointing at Quatre, cobalt eyes steely as Quatre futilely tries to explain something.]
// I'm OK//
[Gently, hands lift a elegant varnished instrument from a velvet case, stroking the taut strings with a caress of a lover.]
// All my faith is gone//
[Quatre is wearing completely black, his eyes glazed and dull in contrast to his usual bright attentive gaze. The camera pans out in time to see Quatre kneeling to tenderly place a bouquet of flowers on his father’s grave before a gunshot from off screen shatters the scene.]
// you think I couldn't find it//
[An empty hanger, then Quatre polishing Sandrock with moonlight streaming down through the catwalk. A tear falls from his face to trickle down the metallic surface of the Gundam.]
// Pieces falling down//
[The scene of Quatre with his head bowed down and polishing Sandrock freezes, then cracks slowly then shatters in a brilliant explosion of red-stained glass to reveal Quatre with his bangs obscuring his eyes, sitting in the cockpit of his Gundam, hand posed above his computer.]
// shattered now get behind it//
[A close-up of Quatre’s determined cerulean eyes, then a flash of a black screen with the crude neon green letters of Z E R O.]
// In my mind alone,//
[The camera zooms ‘into’ the screen with Z E R O printed on it, to see Quatre running in the black void alone, once again. His head is down, but then he lifts his head, sapphire eyes desperate...]
// Lost in here I'm separated//
[The blond Arabian lunges frantically towards the lanky figure of Trowa before the image smirks and disperses into the darkness.]
// Crawl deeper in my hole//
[Quatre remains where he is for a while, sprawled out on the ebony ground after his desperate lunge, crying into his arm, before slowly crawling up and standing, his entire slender form shuddering.]
// safe in here from what I hated//
[He looks up slowly, tears trembling and hysteria on the brink of being unreleased, and stares up at the glassy blackness to watch the other Gundams battling above him. He smiles slowly as a black fog invades the image and chokes it to death forever...]
// All the demons in my head won't leave me//
[Quatre closes his eyes, then brings his head down sharply, his eyes snapping open. They’re an odd shade of cerulean—almost *too* blue with the pupils contracting to pinpoints. A small wintry smile edges its way onto his lips as he looks to the left to see a pool of blood with a mangled figure of his father suspended above it.]
// I know I can hear them//
[The blond smiles even wider as he hears screams from above, and looks up into the blazing inferno that surrounds the Gundams.]
// All the sacrifices made for nothing//
[Quatre walks calmly over to his father, shoving him roughly into the lake of blood without so much as a flicker of remorse as the older man cries out. He then looks over to the right and watches silently as an old church burns. A rickety old sign reads ‘Maxwell’.]
// Don't show can't believe it//
[Abruptly Quatre is back in his cockpit. He grins, then swerves Sandrock around, a maniacal expression on his countenance.]
// Want to show that I'm good for something//
[ZERO System Quatre tears through the MSes in his path with a brutal viciousness unmatched even by Shinigami. He briefly flashes back to his childhood where he proudly shows his violin to his father.]
// I can't//
[Then a flashback to 15-year old Quatre cradling his beloved violin on his lap with tears streaking the polished surface and clinging to the strings like dewdrops on a spider web.]
//you won't let me//
[A close-up of the violin, then the strings ripping out of it one by one, slicing across the scene leaving blood-red trails.]
// Are you running ‘cause your words won't heal me//
[Quatre glaring maniacally and balefully into the concerned emerald eyes of Trowa as he tries to talk some sense into the blond. The pilot of Sandrock lashes out with a glowing white-hot scimitar and Heavyarms lurches backwards to avoid direct contact with the scorching weapon.]
// Because you can't accept me//
[Quatre flashes back to when his father was yelling at him about going to pilot a Gundam. The ZERO System causes irrational rage to course through him as Quatre lunges spitefully at Trowa in his Gundam. The scene whites out, leaving a haze of blankness on the screen.]
// And I hate myself//
[Quatre stares at a knife in one hand, then slowly looks over at the pale wrist of his other hand.]
// And I hate my face//
[A slow-mo of Quatre, tear-streaked and forlorn, turning away from a mirror.]
//And I hate my world //
[A picture of Quatre taking off in his Gundam and leaving L4]
//And I hate my ways//
[Quatre drops a gun in slow-motion, his head bowed and tears dripping off his face.]
//And I//
[He slowly looks up.]
//And I//
[The bangs slowly lift from obscuring his eyes]
//And I//
[With a flash of bright light we’re back in the ZERO System clash as Quatre glares out with maniacal cerulean eyes as he attempts to take Trowa down, screaming in to the black void of insanity;]
//I'M NOT OK!//
[Once again, Quatre is running in the black void, this time carrying a gun.]
//I’M NOT OK!//
[Quatre’s flashes back to staring at the knife in his hand and his wrist.]
//I'M NOT OK!//
[The blade is set down on the table and light glints off the knife...the shine glares into the screen blinding the whole scene.]
//I'm OK//
[Then the intense white of the screen is rocked by an explosion as we are drawn back into Trowa and Quatre’s battle.]
//Trust In me can't trust//
[Trowa’s Gundam gets blasted almost completely through and Quatre’s eyes widen impossibly as several explosions run through his mind: Heavyarms, the colony he destroyed, and...]
//I'm the whore I don't believe it//
[Quatre is running in the black void, trying to escape the mind-hazing crimson fog of ZERO, squeezing shut his eyes as he remembers being in a building when he was little...]
//All my life so scarred//
[...which had collapsed upon a nanny that he had cared about dearly.]
//what for who you can't conceive it//
[Quatre stumbles, rubbing furiously at his eyes as he glances frantically back at the fog that is now gaining speed.]
//Everything you fear//
[The fog suddenly disperses and Quatre falls to his knees, only to see a pair of boot-clad feet before him.]
//I'll be here you couldn't live it//
[He pales as he looks up and meets the smirking face of Dorothy as she readies her rapier. Leaping to his feet and being blinded temporarily as blood rushes to his head, Quatre staggers backwards as he nearly misses being skewered by the razor-sharp blade of Dorothy’s fencing foil.]
//I whisper in your ear//
[Dorothy grins maliciously, mouthing, ‘How kind am I now?’ and prepares to pierce Quatre with the gleaming blade that she handled so expertly.]
//why can't you feel it//
[Quatre turns at the last moment, screaming soundlessly as he feels the blazing icy feeling of the metal through his flesh and the scorching sensation of hot blood spilling over his pale skin.]
//All the demons in my head won't leave me//
[Quatre stumbles and collapses on his hands and knees, panting to breath. He glances over past the rapier impaled in his shoulder and his eyes widen as he sees the people from the colony he destroyed.]
//I know I can hear them//
[The blond grips his head in mental, emotion, and physical agony as the people scream as one.]
//All the sacrifices made for nothing//
[Tearfully, Quatre recalls through the haze of the ZERO System, blasting through Trowa’s Gundam.]
//Don’t show can't believe in//
[Quatre once again remembers the knife that he had planned to kill himself with.]
//Want to show that I'm good for something//
[But he then remembers playing the violin with Trowa, and how blissful he had felt.]
//I can't you won't let me//
[The peaceful scene is shattered by an explosion of a mecha, and Quatre turns around in the black void, trying to tune out the hideous screaming of the people, and is horrified as he watches Heavyarms explode a multiple times over.]
//Are you running ‘cause your words won't heal me//
[Quatre whimpers, suddenly unaware of the pain of the rapier and the screaming, and focused on the accusing emerald eyes in the cockpit of Heavyarms, silently whispering ‘You killed me.’]
//Because you can't accept me//
[The black void disperses and Quatre wakes up on a futon, screaming in the darkness by himself. A hand presses on his shoulder, and Quatre winces, half expecting a blade to be impaled there. He looks over at the cobalt eyes of Heero and inquires hesitantly, “I...I killed Trowa, didn’t I?” The Perfect Soldier looked away and answered monotonously, “Yes. You did.”]
//I don't believe it//
[The next scene, Quatre is back in his estate on L4. He is holding a rectangular box in his hand that is small and elegantly decorated.]
//I don't believe it//
[He opens the lid, and the moonlight glinted off the gleaming blade of the knife within.]
~owari~
(1) The use of the word ‘whore’ here is not in the literal sense. Instead, I interpreted it as meaning that he had been ‘used’ for things...manipulated, if you will. That make sense? ^^;;
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