Alright then.

Hello people of the world (or at least people that read fan fiction…and are Trinity Blood fans). Hmm, that really narrows it down doesn't it?

Moving on. I am a huge Trinity Blood fan, both of the Anime and Manga. And I especially love Father Tres, so I decided to write my very own fic about him. Since I am relatively knew at this, don't be surprised if I make too many mistakes. I will try to keep them in character and don't worry, no Marry Sues. I don't like those type of fics. So that's about it then…

…Do I really need to do a disclaimer, cause I'm pretty sure you all know that I have nothing to do with Trinity Blood. I didn't create it, no one even asked for my opinion in it. If I had, their would be a whole lot more of Tres.

So…Enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was a particularly pleasant day in the late spring as the various priests and nuns roamed the long elegant hallways of the Vatican. The gardens were especially warm and alluring with rich vibrant colors as they glistened in the early morning sun. It was a rather calm morning, a rarity in itself which had everyone thinking of the calm before the storm. The Vatican for all its prestige was anything but calm, especially when it housed certain unruly members of the AX.

"But Treeessss." Abel whined as he followed behind the cool and efficient battle android.

At his companion's continued silence, Abel opted for a different approach.

"I'm so thirsty, I need divine sustenance Tres. I can feel myself withering away to nothing." To emphasize his point, Abel proceeded to pass out in the middle of the corridor.

"Negative, Father Nightroad. If you are thirsty, you should consume water."

"Tres! How can you be so insensitive?" Abel was shocked at his fellow AX member's lack of sympathy.

"Lady Caterina has decided to reduce your sugar intake in atonement for last week's mission."

Abel gave a sheepish laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.

Ah yes, that mission.

"Uh…Tres," Abel asked tentatively as he picked himself off of the floor, "What exactly did the Cardinal say?"

"The Cardinal's exact words were 'From now until I say so, Father Nightroad is cut off from sugar. This means no more candy and no more chocolate, if he wants tea with his customary 13 spoonfuls of sugar he will just have to settle for water instead. I am still upset over last week's mission. Honestly, in just how much trouble could that man get into in a simple stakeout? He is the worst-"

"Okay I get it no more sugar." Abel quickly interrupted; he had already heard the last part from the Cardinal herself.

"So what are you doing now?" Abel asked as they resumed walking.

"I am completing the last of my security rounds."

"Oh, so you'll be going back to the Cardinals office after this right?" Maybe I can sneak some sugar while no ones looking.

"Negative." Tres's monotone voice brought Abel back from his sugar induced daydreams.

"Huh? But wouldn't she be alone. What if something were to happen?"

"Negative, the Cardinal will not be alone. Father Havel and Sister Kate are accompanying her."

"So then what are you going to be doing?"

"My current assignment is to keep you from consuming sugar for the next two weeks."

Tres stopped walking and turned back when he noticed that the other priest was not following him anymore.

Abel was frozen in his spot with a look of pure horror on his face.

"No more sugar for two whole weeks?" Abel asked in a small voice.

"Positive."

Abel turned completely white and passed out once again in the middle of the corridor.

"Status report Father Nightroad."

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The mood inside the spacious office of Cardinal Caterina Sforza was a sharp contrast to the warmth penetrating through the windows.

The ever immaculate cardinal was sitting at her desk in her customary red robes with her golden blond hair cascading down her back.

At her side was the shimmering holographic form of Sister Kate, the commander of the Vatican battle ship the Iron Maiden. Behind them, looking out the window was Father Vaclav Havel, his stoic face concealing any thoughts and emotions brought on by the current topic of conversation.

It was Sister Kate who finally decided to break the tension that seamed to hang thickly over the room like a heavy fog.

"What are we going to do?"

"There is nothing to do but comply."

Kate whirled around to face the priest by the window.

"But their must be something!" insisted the now distraught nun.

Without turning around, Father Havel continued in an even tone. "Cardinal Francesco is a harsh man, he will do whatever it takes to get what he wants and is not above tearing the AX down to achieve his goals."

Kate was about to say more but was cut off from any further argument by the weary voice of the Cardinal whom had remained silent since first delivering the news to her subordinates.

"Sister Kate, please inform Father Wordsworth that he is to gather all files and materials pertinent to Father Tres and to prepare them for delivery. If he complains, tell him it is a direct order from me. Havel, I would like you to go through all of Tres's case files and mission reports, someone from the Inquisition Department will be here for them tomorrow afternoon. I would also appreciate it if you would keep quiet on this matter. We will simply have to wait to ascertain what my brother's intentions are."

Havel and Kate exchanged worried glances before taking their leave from the office to comply with the Cardinals orders.

The Cardinal paid no attention as she was left alone. She simply continued to stare straight ahead not seeing anything, her mind far away. A single memory kept replaying over and over in her mind, one from nearly four years ago as she gazed across the battlefield a result of Garibaldi's failed rebellion. She remembered looking at all the death and destruction and of how something in the ground had caught her attention. She knelled down next to the broken body of a young man. It was one of Garibaldi's androids. She remembered those deep brown eyes devoid of life, his mouth partly agape frozen in eternal pain and sorrow. As she looked into his eyes with a warm expression she said in a soft yet commanding tone From this day on, you belong to me.

She was interrupted from her musings at the sudden knock at her door.

"Enter."

The large oak doors opened to reveal Fathers Leon Garcia and Hugue de Watteau.

"You wanted to see us?" Came Leon's gruff voice.

"Yes, come in gentlemen have a seat."

Leon didn't have to be asked twice as he marched into the room and promptly plopped down into one of the chairs across from the Cardinal. Caterina frowned in minor annoyance but said nothing. She glanced over at the silent blond priest whom had chosen to remain standing a few paces away from Leon before diverting her attention to Kate who had reappeared for the mission briefing.

So that was chapter 1. What do you think? Love it, hate it, want more? Please review

I actually have more written down, but I want to give it another once over before I post.

I might just post new chapters every Friday or so, depending on the reviews I get.

If anyone can guess where I got the inspiration for my username, I'll post Chapter 2 sooner.