Title: Killing Morpheus
Author: Ryoko no Shinigami
For warnings, pairings, notes, etc, see Chapter One.
Chapter Three: Unsettling Pace
The soft knock on his office door brought Treizes' attention from the view outside his window. Not that he had been paying attention to the view. He had been lost in thought for several hours, completely oblivious to the world outside. He sat at his desk and prepared to greet his unwelcome visitor.
"Come in," he said, though he truly wished to send whoever it was away.
The person who opened his door was the last person he expected to see just then, and he clutched the edge of his desk to keep from shaking.
"Zechs. What are you doing here?"
The young counts' face was not covered by the mask, nor was he carrying it, which was a very rare thing. His cheeks were still slightly red, and he looked steadily at the ground a little ahead of him as he entered, which gave him a shy, boyish appearance. He stood uneasily in front of Treizes' desk, his eyes still downcast, hands slightly clenched by his sides.
"Treize, I." his voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat. "I came to say that.I'm sorry I angered you. I should have had Gundam Zero One destroyed, and I regret having endangered Romefeller and OZ on my own whim."
It sounded like he had rehearsed it, and he meant it to. He flicked his eyes up once, swiftly, to meet Treizes' darker blue ones. He quickly lowered them again and ducked his head slightly.
"I.I didn't mean to endanger our mission. I agree wholeheartedly with your punishment, and I thank you that it was so lenient."
Zechs was relieved that Treize didn't interrupt him. He knew he couldn't stop, because he wouldn't be able to force himself to begin speaking such drivel again. It took all his self - control to keep from screaming that it was lies, all of it lies, and he trembled in fury. He only hoped that Treize would misinterpret it as shame and passionate apology.
When he had finished, Treize still said nothing, simply sat with his fingers pressed together in front of him, staring at Zechs. When, after several moments, he still made no move to speak, Zechs bowed stiffly and turned to leave.
"Zechs.wait."
Treize stood as Zechs turned around, a look of surprise and no little anxiety on his face. He walked across the room until he stood only feet in front of Zechs, eyes boring into him until Zechs could feel them burning him. He tried not to meet that hot blue gaze.
"All I want to know, Zechs, is why? Why would you endanger us all that way? You aren't stupid, you're one of our most loyal officers. Why would you do such a thing?"
Zechs pretended to hunt and stumble over his words, though he had chosen them carefully back in his room. "I.I don't know. It's just, you've been so busy, with so little time.I think I just wanted you to notice me again, and if I could defeat the Gundam pilot." tears fell down his cheeks, tears of shame that he was degrading himself like this. But they could be used to his advantage. "But all I want is for you to forgive me, Treize.Please." He turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut on his tears. It all hinged on this, he thought. It all came down to this..
A hand fell, gentle, on his shoulder. A gloved hand came up to cup his cheek, bringing his head up to look into those intense blue eyes, now filled with pity.
.Yes.
"Zechs, I'm.I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
Nor will you ever.
"But Zechs," the eyes became firm, "There's no excuse for what you've done, undermining my authority."
Maybe.
Then the eyes softened again. "I will forgive you, Zechs, but your actions will not be without consequences. I can't simply give you all your privileges back, of course. Too many people know about this little stunt of yours. But.with work, I'm sure we can make them forget about it eventually. Eventually you will have your power again."
Success!
Treizes' thumb softly stroked his cheek, and Zechs winced at the touch to the still-tender flesh. When Treize had struck him, it had been with force, and had truly hurt. A shadow quickly flashed across Treizes' brow, and he frowned.
"I am sorry I struck you, Zechs. Such foolish actions are not befitting of a man, and are an act of cowardice. I am sorry."
Zechs threw his arms around Treizes' neck, same as he would have done in happier times.
"I forgive you, Treize, and thank you! I'm so happy you've forgiven me! I'll work harder, I swear, and I'll make you really proud of me again."
Treize pulled back from Zechs and kissed him, lightly, on both cheeks. His lips brushed, soft and quick, over Zechs' before he returned his embrace.
Zechs could hardly believe that Treize was following his childlike, innocent act. Had he always seen Zechs as some sort of child, irrational, quick to anger and quick to forget? Easy to please and placate with a few kisses and caresses? Had he always acted like this, and only now that he was trying to, realizing it? Exactly how foolish had he been all this time?
Well, never mind. Such thoughts would only make him angry, and make it harder to play his part as someone grateful just to be forgiven.
As Zechs felt Treize put his arms about his waist, he was truly happy. The fool had fallen for the first part of his plan. He wasn't stupid, though, and this hurt would not immediately be forgotten. But with a little work.yes.Zechs' plan could be brought to fruition.
And Morpheus would die.
Zechs closed his eyes and melted against Treize. This was bliss, he thought.
Author: Ryoko no Shinigami
For warnings, pairings, notes, etc, see Chapter One.
Chapter Three: Unsettling Pace
The soft knock on his office door brought Treizes' attention from the view outside his window. Not that he had been paying attention to the view. He had been lost in thought for several hours, completely oblivious to the world outside. He sat at his desk and prepared to greet his unwelcome visitor.
"Come in," he said, though he truly wished to send whoever it was away.
The person who opened his door was the last person he expected to see just then, and he clutched the edge of his desk to keep from shaking.
"Zechs. What are you doing here?"
The young counts' face was not covered by the mask, nor was he carrying it, which was a very rare thing. His cheeks were still slightly red, and he looked steadily at the ground a little ahead of him as he entered, which gave him a shy, boyish appearance. He stood uneasily in front of Treizes' desk, his eyes still downcast, hands slightly clenched by his sides.
"Treize, I." his voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat. "I came to say that.I'm sorry I angered you. I should have had Gundam Zero One destroyed, and I regret having endangered Romefeller and OZ on my own whim."
It sounded like he had rehearsed it, and he meant it to. He flicked his eyes up once, swiftly, to meet Treizes' darker blue ones. He quickly lowered them again and ducked his head slightly.
"I.I didn't mean to endanger our mission. I agree wholeheartedly with your punishment, and I thank you that it was so lenient."
Zechs was relieved that Treize didn't interrupt him. He knew he couldn't stop, because he wouldn't be able to force himself to begin speaking such drivel again. It took all his self - control to keep from screaming that it was lies, all of it lies, and he trembled in fury. He only hoped that Treize would misinterpret it as shame and passionate apology.
When he had finished, Treize still said nothing, simply sat with his fingers pressed together in front of him, staring at Zechs. When, after several moments, he still made no move to speak, Zechs bowed stiffly and turned to leave.
"Zechs.wait."
Treize stood as Zechs turned around, a look of surprise and no little anxiety on his face. He walked across the room until he stood only feet in front of Zechs, eyes boring into him until Zechs could feel them burning him. He tried not to meet that hot blue gaze.
"All I want to know, Zechs, is why? Why would you endanger us all that way? You aren't stupid, you're one of our most loyal officers. Why would you do such a thing?"
Zechs pretended to hunt and stumble over his words, though he had chosen them carefully back in his room. "I.I don't know. It's just, you've been so busy, with so little time.I think I just wanted you to notice me again, and if I could defeat the Gundam pilot." tears fell down his cheeks, tears of shame that he was degrading himself like this. But they could be used to his advantage. "But all I want is for you to forgive me, Treize.Please." He turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut on his tears. It all hinged on this, he thought. It all came down to this..
A hand fell, gentle, on his shoulder. A gloved hand came up to cup his cheek, bringing his head up to look into those intense blue eyes, now filled with pity.
.Yes.
"Zechs, I'm.I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
Nor will you ever.
"But Zechs," the eyes became firm, "There's no excuse for what you've done, undermining my authority."
Maybe.
Then the eyes softened again. "I will forgive you, Zechs, but your actions will not be without consequences. I can't simply give you all your privileges back, of course. Too many people know about this little stunt of yours. But.with work, I'm sure we can make them forget about it eventually. Eventually you will have your power again."
Success!
Treizes' thumb softly stroked his cheek, and Zechs winced at the touch to the still-tender flesh. When Treize had struck him, it had been with force, and had truly hurt. A shadow quickly flashed across Treizes' brow, and he frowned.
"I am sorry I struck you, Zechs. Such foolish actions are not befitting of a man, and are an act of cowardice. I am sorry."
Zechs threw his arms around Treizes' neck, same as he would have done in happier times.
"I forgive you, Treize, and thank you! I'm so happy you've forgiven me! I'll work harder, I swear, and I'll make you really proud of me again."
Treize pulled back from Zechs and kissed him, lightly, on both cheeks. His lips brushed, soft and quick, over Zechs' before he returned his embrace.
Zechs could hardly believe that Treize was following his childlike, innocent act. Had he always seen Zechs as some sort of child, irrational, quick to anger and quick to forget? Easy to please and placate with a few kisses and caresses? Had he always acted like this, and only now that he was trying to, realizing it? Exactly how foolish had he been all this time?
Well, never mind. Such thoughts would only make him angry, and make it harder to play his part as someone grateful just to be forgiven.
As Zechs felt Treize put his arms about his waist, he was truly happy. The fool had fallen for the first part of his plan. He wasn't stupid, though, and this hurt would not immediately be forgotten. But with a little work.yes.Zechs' plan could be brought to fruition.
And Morpheus would die.
Zechs closed his eyes and melted against Treize. This was bliss, he thought.
