Two Sides To Every Colonel
'I am schizophrenic, and so am I.'
Lady Anne Une, former Colonel of Romefeller, now Commander of the Preventers, glared down at the T-shirt in her hands. It was in a shade of uniform beige – the same shade as her work shirts – with the lettering in military green.
"I am not schizophrenic," she gritted out between her teeth. "I am…bipolar," she admitted grudgingly.
"And the medication worked wonders for you, love," Treize said softly, wrapping comforting arms around her shoulders
Sagging back against her husband, she relaxed her grip and let the hated shirt fall to the floor. Her knuckles had gone white under the stress she was putting on the cotton garment, and while it might have been satisfying to rip it to shreds, she'd probably end up ripping out one of her fingernails in the process.
It would be safer for her to burn the damn thing in the fireplace. Watching it go up in smoke would be cathartic as well.
Her therapist couldn't argue with that, ne?
"Thanks, Treize," Une said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "But what am I going to do about this? I don't even know which of those boys sent me this," she fumed. Bad enough that the ex-Gundam pilots worked for her now, but this 'game' of theirs verged on insubordination.
Even if was occasionally funny…when you weren't the one getting hit.
Considering the question for a moment, the former General said, "I don't think it matters who sent it to you – you can get back whichever one you want. It seems to be a chain letter type thing, instead of actual revenge."
"Hmm…interesting," Une mused, an evil smile creeping across her lips. "I wonder what Mr. Maxwell will think about me turning the tables on him?"
