well, i've finally done it... i have created a 3x13! ha-ha! *pauses* well, this MAY or may NOT be the first in a series. i like trowa and treize as a couple. almost as much as i like duo and treize or zechs and treize. tell me what you all think! oh yah... it has no particular timeline, but i'm saying it's a bit after the whole zero system incident... but in this, trowa has his memory. he's just staying home for a while. oh, i want to thank Mina SO much for beta-reading this fic! *big hugs* you're a lifesaver! *turns to audience* and you all agree w/me, don't you? *glare-o-death; pauses; back to normal* ok, neways... this fic (and series if it becomes one) is dedicated to her. *wavewave* thnx again!
(treize) *moans* i feel like a slut.
(ex) *chirps* you are, dad! look how many people i've paired you w/before! let's see... there's father (zechs), duo, trowa, wufei, heero... hell, even quatre!--and some guy whose name i DO NOT know! hehe... i should put you w/walker.
(treize) *glare*
(ex) eheh-he... *sweatdrop* i was only kidding about walker, dad! jeez...
(jade) you should really quit while you're ahead, exztazi.
(ex) yah, i'm getting that feeling too... *gulp* ok... right... ano... *turns to audience* just read the fic, peoples! in case you didn't see the couple it focuses on, this fic is YAOI!!! okies, see ya'!
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Trowa glanced through the crowd, trying to find his friend, Quatre. Not on the last rows. Center? --No. Surely he wouldn't be on one of the first rows... would he? Suddenly, he paused. Was that an aristocrats' jacket he'd just seen? Eyes backtracking, he focused on the figure dressed so elegantly and gasped, nearly faltering when one of his sister's daggers whizzed past him to imbed itself in the target beside his face.
Hells. The aristocrat in the first row was his enemy, Treize Kushrenada. He was flanked on both sides by soldiers and... was staring straight at Trowa with a pleased look on his face.
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"You were quite amazing, Mr. Barton. I was truly impressed."
Trowa whirled at the sound of the cultured voice, poised to fight. He'd changed and now wore only a pair of blue jeans. "Why are you here, Kushrenada?"
Treize was alone. He wore knee breeches, a satin tunic, a jacket, stockings, and boots. As casual as he could be in public. His smile was wary, hesitant. "Can I not enjoy myself sometimes?" He ran one long hand along the lions' cage, then ruffled a large male's mane. Surprisingly, the big cat allowed it, even going so far as to begin purring contentedly. Treize's voice sounded wistful when he said, "I used to adore the circus when I was a small child." His gaze turned to Trowa, watching him curiously. "You must truly despise me."
The dark-haired pilot watched Treize coolly, visible bottle-green eye traveling first down, then back up the slender general. "You're not going to arrest me? Forgive me if I find that unbelievable."
Treize shook his head, another smile lighting the icy beauty of his face. "I have more honour than that, Mr. Barton. Why would I imprison you when I desire you to win this war?" Trowa was halted from saying anything more by the appearance of his sister, dressed now in a blouse and slacks.
"Trowa? Are you finished feeding the--oh my. I didn't know we had company." Catherine stood at the entrance, one hand holding back the cloth while the other had fluttered to her cheek. Trowa sighed and turned to her. "Cathy, this is Treize Kushrenada, General of the OZ Armed Forces." He watched as her eyes widened in curiosity and confusion, then turned to face the young aristocrat. "General Kushrenada, this is my sister, Catherine Bloom."
When Treize bowed, kissing her hand, she blushed in embarrassment. "General Kushrenada... oh my... I didn't know you were going to be here! Um, are you here to see the ringmaster, sir?"
Treize smiled. "Oh no, Miss Bloom. I was actually here to see Mr. Barton." He glanced over at Trowa and sighed. "But I was really just leaving. I know you must both be quite busy."
Catherine shook her head fervently, clapping her hands in front of her chest, smiling genuinely. "Nonsense, sir. We were just getting ready to have dinner. Um... I'm sure Trowa doesn't mind." She glanced hopefully at the pilot of Heavyarms and he sighed.
"Of course I don't mind, Cathy. It's not everyday one gets the chance to meet a general..."
***
Watching Treize and Catherine as they talked, Trowa could only be amazed. Treize Kushrenada was turning out to be quite human after all. It seemed he liked gardening, Opera, circuses, men, fine wines... waitaminute. Back up. MEN??
He watched with renewed curiosity, noting anything that seemed to give his mind that impression and his thoughts were proven correct. Treize was long and slender, body almost feminine now that it wasn't encased in a uniform. He crossed his legs as a woman would, spoke quite animatedly, and seemed not to have a problem with talking about the things that interested Cathy--such as shopping. Now that Trowa really thought about it, he DID seem to remember some kind of rumor that had been circulating while he'd worked undercover in OZ. Something about Zechs fucking Treize and Noin and neither of them knowing about the other...?
"You were in a relationship with Zechs, weren't you?"
Both Catherine and Treize looked up at Trowa's abrupt question and Treize blushed. "Am I so transparent?" he said softly, meeting Trowa's eyes.
The dark-haired teen shook his head. "You are acting a bit strange, but no." He tapped his fingers on the sofa's armrest and then leaned toward him. "You remember I was in OZ for some time. I heard a few things."
Catherine blinked. "Trowa, why are you telling him this?" She sounded almost panicked.
Treize gave her a faint smile. "Oh, Miss Bloom... I knew your brother was a Gundam Pilot long before Romafeller did. Do you know a young blond boy? Quatre Winner?" At her hesitant nod, he continued. "We're quite close. We trust each other with such things and Quatre seems to have taken your brother into confidence."
Trowa nodded, affirming his statement. "And... Cathy, I'd like to speak to him. Alone, please." When she left, he turned to the now quiet general. "Why did you really come here, Treize?" The ginger head bobbed as he lowered it, fingers undoing the buttons of the jacket and retrieving a small diskette from a hidden pocket. He tossed it with a flick of his wrist and Trowa caught and studied it dubiously. "The statistics for new gundanium-armoured Mobile Dolls, Mr. Barton. I thought that you and the other pilots could use the information," Treize said softly.
"Why are you doing this?"
The general looked genuinely surprised by the teen's question. "Why? Because I want you to win the war. My role in this... travesty! ...is that of a destroyer, a tyrant--that is not the part I desire to play. However... I have no choice in the matter. What I owe to Duke Dermail, my uncle, is something that I cannot repay. So I fight for his cause. At least publicly." His eyes followed as Trowa stood and put the disk away, then returned.
"You know... I may be making the biggest mistake of my life, Kushrenada, but I actually trust you. I think your sense of honour prevents you from betraying me or fighting completely for something you don't believe in," Trowa said quietly. He leaned toward the ginger-haired man, bracing his hands on the armrests of the chair on either side of Treize. They were almost nose-to-nose when he breathed, "Why me?"
Suddenly, the sapphire eyes looked nervous. "Well, for several reasons, Mr. Barton."
"Trowa."
"Excuse me?" Treize looked bewildered.
"Call me Trowa." He pushed forward a bit more, until he was standing between the general's thighs, his eyes trailing down the beautiful face and body in appreciation. "Now, you were telling me about your reasons for coming to me."
The blue eyes closed and Treize took a shaky breath. "Well... if I'd gone to Quatre, it would certainly have made people suspicious, seeing the general of OZ meeting the leader of a family openly pacifist. It's intensely difficult to catch up with Heero Yuy or Duo Maxwell, and Chang Wufei has been quite irritated with me since I bested him in a swordmatch. You were easier to track and I happened to be on L3 for business. Not only that, but..." Here he faltered, glancing up at the dark-haired pilot. Gathering his courage, he threaded long fingers into Trowa's hair and leaned up, pressing his mouth chastely to the circus performer's. When he finally pulled away, he whispered, "I thought you were rather handsome."
Trowa stared at him for a moment, savoring the feel of the soft mouth against his own and weighing the outcomes of the decision he was about to make, then he wound his arm around Treize's waist, pulling him off the seat and against him. "Then you shouldn't have many objections when I say I want you nude and lying on my bed."
Treize's answering smile was brilliant. "I can't think of even one."
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(treize) *moans* i feel like a slut.
(ex) *chirps* you are, dad! look how many people i've paired you w/before! let's see... there's father (zechs), duo, trowa, wufei, heero... hell, even quatre!--and some guy whose name i DO NOT know! hehe... i should put you w/walker.
(treize) *glare*
(ex) eheh-he... *sweatdrop* i was only kidding about walker, dad! jeez...
(jade) you should really quit while you're ahead, exztazi.
(ex) yah, i'm getting that feeling too... *gulp* ok... right... ano... *turns to audience* just read the fic, peoples! in case you didn't see the couple it focuses on, this fic is YAOI!!! okies, see ya'!
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Trowa glanced through the crowd, trying to find his friend, Quatre. Not on the last rows. Center? --No. Surely he wouldn't be on one of the first rows... would he? Suddenly, he paused. Was that an aristocrats' jacket he'd just seen? Eyes backtracking, he focused on the figure dressed so elegantly and gasped, nearly faltering when one of his sister's daggers whizzed past him to imbed itself in the target beside his face.
Hells. The aristocrat in the first row was his enemy, Treize Kushrenada. He was flanked on both sides by soldiers and... was staring straight at Trowa with a pleased look on his face.
***
"You were quite amazing, Mr. Barton. I was truly impressed."
Trowa whirled at the sound of the cultured voice, poised to fight. He'd changed and now wore only a pair of blue jeans. "Why are you here, Kushrenada?"
Treize was alone. He wore knee breeches, a satin tunic, a jacket, stockings, and boots. As casual as he could be in public. His smile was wary, hesitant. "Can I not enjoy myself sometimes?" He ran one long hand along the lions' cage, then ruffled a large male's mane. Surprisingly, the big cat allowed it, even going so far as to begin purring contentedly. Treize's voice sounded wistful when he said, "I used to adore the circus when I was a small child." His gaze turned to Trowa, watching him curiously. "You must truly despise me."
The dark-haired pilot watched Treize coolly, visible bottle-green eye traveling first down, then back up the slender general. "You're not going to arrest me? Forgive me if I find that unbelievable."
Treize shook his head, another smile lighting the icy beauty of his face. "I have more honour than that, Mr. Barton. Why would I imprison you when I desire you to win this war?" Trowa was halted from saying anything more by the appearance of his sister, dressed now in a blouse and slacks.
"Trowa? Are you finished feeding the--oh my. I didn't know we had company." Catherine stood at the entrance, one hand holding back the cloth while the other had fluttered to her cheek. Trowa sighed and turned to her. "Cathy, this is Treize Kushrenada, General of the OZ Armed Forces." He watched as her eyes widened in curiosity and confusion, then turned to face the young aristocrat. "General Kushrenada, this is my sister, Catherine Bloom."
When Treize bowed, kissing her hand, she blushed in embarrassment. "General Kushrenada... oh my... I didn't know you were going to be here! Um, are you here to see the ringmaster, sir?"
Treize smiled. "Oh no, Miss Bloom. I was actually here to see Mr. Barton." He glanced over at Trowa and sighed. "But I was really just leaving. I know you must both be quite busy."
Catherine shook her head fervently, clapping her hands in front of her chest, smiling genuinely. "Nonsense, sir. We were just getting ready to have dinner. Um... I'm sure Trowa doesn't mind." She glanced hopefully at the pilot of Heavyarms and he sighed.
"Of course I don't mind, Cathy. It's not everyday one gets the chance to meet a general..."
***
Watching Treize and Catherine as they talked, Trowa could only be amazed. Treize Kushrenada was turning out to be quite human after all. It seemed he liked gardening, Opera, circuses, men, fine wines... waitaminute. Back up. MEN??
He watched with renewed curiosity, noting anything that seemed to give his mind that impression and his thoughts were proven correct. Treize was long and slender, body almost feminine now that it wasn't encased in a uniform. He crossed his legs as a woman would, spoke quite animatedly, and seemed not to have a problem with talking about the things that interested Cathy--such as shopping. Now that Trowa really thought about it, he DID seem to remember some kind of rumor that had been circulating while he'd worked undercover in OZ. Something about Zechs fucking Treize and Noin and neither of them knowing about the other...?
"You were in a relationship with Zechs, weren't you?"
Both Catherine and Treize looked up at Trowa's abrupt question and Treize blushed. "Am I so transparent?" he said softly, meeting Trowa's eyes.
The dark-haired teen shook his head. "You are acting a bit strange, but no." He tapped his fingers on the sofa's armrest and then leaned toward him. "You remember I was in OZ for some time. I heard a few things."
Catherine blinked. "Trowa, why are you telling him this?" She sounded almost panicked.
Treize gave her a faint smile. "Oh, Miss Bloom... I knew your brother was a Gundam Pilot long before Romafeller did. Do you know a young blond boy? Quatre Winner?" At her hesitant nod, he continued. "We're quite close. We trust each other with such things and Quatre seems to have taken your brother into confidence."
Trowa nodded, affirming his statement. "And... Cathy, I'd like to speak to him. Alone, please." When she left, he turned to the now quiet general. "Why did you really come here, Treize?" The ginger head bobbed as he lowered it, fingers undoing the buttons of the jacket and retrieving a small diskette from a hidden pocket. He tossed it with a flick of his wrist and Trowa caught and studied it dubiously. "The statistics for new gundanium-armoured Mobile Dolls, Mr. Barton. I thought that you and the other pilots could use the information," Treize said softly.
"Why are you doing this?"
The general looked genuinely surprised by the teen's question. "Why? Because I want you to win the war. My role in this... travesty! ...is that of a destroyer, a tyrant--that is not the part I desire to play. However... I have no choice in the matter. What I owe to Duke Dermail, my uncle, is something that I cannot repay. So I fight for his cause. At least publicly." His eyes followed as Trowa stood and put the disk away, then returned.
"You know... I may be making the biggest mistake of my life, Kushrenada, but I actually trust you. I think your sense of honour prevents you from betraying me or fighting completely for something you don't believe in," Trowa said quietly. He leaned toward the ginger-haired man, bracing his hands on the armrests of the chair on either side of Treize. They were almost nose-to-nose when he breathed, "Why me?"
Suddenly, the sapphire eyes looked nervous. "Well, for several reasons, Mr. Barton."
"Trowa."
"Excuse me?" Treize looked bewildered.
"Call me Trowa." He pushed forward a bit more, until he was standing between the general's thighs, his eyes trailing down the beautiful face and body in appreciation. "Now, you were telling me about your reasons for coming to me."
The blue eyes closed and Treize took a shaky breath. "Well... if I'd gone to Quatre, it would certainly have made people suspicious, seeing the general of OZ meeting the leader of a family openly pacifist. It's intensely difficult to catch up with Heero Yuy or Duo Maxwell, and Chang Wufei has been quite irritated with me since I bested him in a swordmatch. You were easier to track and I happened to be on L3 for business. Not only that, but..." Here he faltered, glancing up at the dark-haired pilot. Gathering his courage, he threaded long fingers into Trowa's hair and leaned up, pressing his mouth chastely to the circus performer's. When he finally pulled away, he whispered, "I thought you were rather handsome."
Trowa stared at him for a moment, savoring the feel of the soft mouth against his own and weighing the outcomes of the decision he was about to make, then he wound his arm around Treize's waist, pulling him off the seat and against him. "Then you shouldn't have many objections when I say I want you nude and lying on my bed."
Treize's answering smile was brilliant. "I can't think of even one."
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Talk to me! ICQ#50594140
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