Title: Company
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Theme: #25 The Curtain Falls
Pairing: Zechs Marquise/Treize Kushrenada
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam Wing universe or characters, and I mean no harm nor do I make any money from this. Please don't sue.
Summery: A disagreement over The Bard.
Applause broke out through the theatre as the red velvet curtain fell on the bowed figure of Puck. Below in the stalls someone had begun a standing ovation and still someone else began yelling and whistling. The curtain came back up, and all the actors in their fantastic costumes filed on stage to take their bows, hand in hand.
In their private box, Treize frowned in distaste at the audience's behaviour.
"Really, Zechs. I don't know why you make me watch these." He muttered, shrinking back behind the red velvet hangings as the house lights slowly came back on. The cast still hadn't retreated behind their own velvet curtains.
"Revenge." He answered simply, standing sedately to add his own applause to the din. Annoyed, Treize tugged sharply on the back of his friend's uniform coat in the hope it would take the blonde by surprise and cause him to stumble back into his seat. No such luck though. He remained as erect and impassive as ever.
Several of the lesser cast members – fairies and towns people – had been reduced to tears as their enthusiastic audience applauded them for the third time, and fell to hugging one another emotionally. Zechs smiled slightly and returned to his seat, only glancing at his friend as he returned to the shadows.
"Everyone should experience Shakespeare. Even you, Opera Don."
"Experience is all well and good." Treize replied softly as the rest of the audience filed out reluctantly. "But a dead horse should be left alone. Don't look at me like that," He added defensively as Zechs levelled a blank look on him. He was all too familiar with all sorts of the blonde's looks. "You will never persuade me that that drivel is equal to my Opera. Give up."
"Not until you stop forcing me to attend said Operas." Zechs replied promptly, watching the last of their fellow voyeurs leaving.
Treize tried to look annoyed with him, but frankly he was enjoying himself far too much to succeed. Partly to hide this failure, he stood and headed for the door. Behind him he heard the slight thud that told him Zechs followed, but didn't look back. He didn't need to, as his friend was soon back at his side, his silent companion.
The General wondered how he seemed to the few people still wandering the theatre. Did the blonde seem to be some sort of guard dog; a mastiff tethered willingly to a lead as frail as spun sugar? He rather hoped so.
"I was under the impression that you enjoyed our evenings at the opera?" He asked as they stepped out onto the quiet sidewalk. Funny, it never quite seemed proper for them to talk when anyone else was present.
"I enjoy your company. Not the opera. " Zechs replied with a smile that would be untraceable to anyone except his companion.
The car rolled to a stop in front of them, the little flags lying dormant for now, and silence once again descended between them. But as they slid inside, they sat close enough to brush shoulders through the uniform jackets; out of the eye line of the driver Treize put his gloved hand on the leather between his thigh and Zech's and his friend put his own gloved hand over it as they rode on in silence.