NOTE TO ALL WANNA BE SUING CORPORATE OWNERS: I do not, will not and can not own Gundam Wing, I'm not trying to make a profit and this all for fun. Luv ya!
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Author: EKKK! Sorry fans for not posting in a little while! That is if there's any of you out there…
*A lone Treize stands up in the empty auditorium she's dictating to and gives her a glare…*
Author: Treize! FOR THE LAST TIME YOU DON'T COUNT! *sighs*
Well here's what..? Chapter 4? Enjoy!
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After returning it was quite easy to fall back into schedule. Though she now plagued his thoughts more so, his mood was lifted with the latest reports of battles after a week. During an attack made by 3 of the Gundams 05, 01, and 03 Libra armies had managed to isolate them off from one other and caused extensive damage he hoped would up them out of commission for the bulk of a month. His plans to put further pressure on the Alliance would work in toe with this new mild allowance.
After conferencing with his Captains and Lieutenants plans for placement of their soldiers had been made and the end of his day finally came. Just in time for that matter too, for the painkillers only last till the evening and to prevent over dosage the doctors only gave him clearance to only have a shot in the morning to make through work. For the rest of the evening he could only rely on the numbing balm and alcohol.
But now he didn't have to really worry over it. After a week it had more dulled to a throbbing discomfort, nothing one of his best cognacs couldn't take care of in two glasses.
Not enough to get him drunk but to simply allow it's warm texture to settle within him and round the edges.
So was it this evening the same as he removed his uniform he downed his two glasses.
"~Whistle~"
"Um… Yes very nice I must say, but I'm not one for flattery."
Krushrenada stopped dead past the opening that lead from his bedroom to his study the feminine voice filtered from the shadow. His hands still lingered over his pants after he'd unbuttoned them.
"You move your hand to unzip those and I'll cut it off." He obliged moving his hands to his sides and she stepped forward from the shadow of the corner.
"I see your not wearing your regulation robes tonight, miss-" He stopped pausing hoping to maybe get a name.
"Oh please monsieur! Like an enemies going to come right out and tell their name for the world then to know in a day?! Bullshit." She stepped closer into the rooms light and confines, quickly checking over the interior for bugs, surveillance or traps.
Treize marveled at how different she appeared in slightly trimmed cargo pants and a discreet halter top. Her hair was down in French braid to where he could only guess it landed mid back, dirty blonde. Something else not given on her records and he was sure it was her colour along with her eyes no longer concealed by contacts, that shone blue-gray swirling as though storm clouds.
"I have no name for your concern but till your assassination my name will be 'Fraulein'."
"Likewise, as you must know, Treize Krushrenada." In a slight bow of his head in acknowledgment and polite eloquence he offered his had for a handshake but it was simply swatted away with her foil.
"None of that, monsieur. Now shall we get your death on the road I would like to celebrate the upcoming Christian Christmas in peace time with a clear conscious."
She nodded her head toward his own weapon, for him to retrieve it and he did.
Raising himself he saluted. "You speak French?"
"Oui monsieur, as the same with German, Arabic, Japanese, Chinese, Russian, Universal and English."
"I salute your effort toward the academics 'Fraulein'"
Her answer came as a glare and she threw the first attack at his hip with little movement from her torso but the shoulder. Treize countered just as easily but with over-calculated force she simply slid off his foils' hold on her own and hit him hard in the side with the length of her own.
A grimace colored his quite often stern, concentrated expression and he quickly caught her again.
"In return for what a mess you've made of my ankle these past weeks Krushrenada. That wasn't the cleanest of regulation moves sir and as you can see your hope to cause permanent damage was overestimated. I'm fine now and all the wiser." She paused a moment after parrying giving the chance to strike and but she countered it and remained where she was.
"So we are even? Two hits on me against one on you. That seems a little unfair." A split eyebrow rose in question but her face remained passive. "Seeing that since you are here to bring my death… At least tell me what organization you work for, why do they remain quite?"
A dangerous glint sparked in her eyes. "No one controls me!" and with that she sent a daring slice next to ear. The generals breath never wavered, if she wanted him dead so be it but he would be have to be dragged down in honor and pride.
In graceful precision he removed the offending object before she could thrust again. "Then why do you fight Fraulein?"
"That is of no concern to you!"
Sighed shaking his head, "Yes it is."
"Ya, you war machine!" The woman yelled thrusting with uncontrolled strength and rage, "you want to purge me on don't you! Add more deaths to my list so I'm sure to go to hell! You do not care why I fight, what'll happen to me nor the same for your men!"
Her voice was a howl now as the pain melted into view from under her mask, she threw another thrust but was unbalanced in the force exerting in it and she was smoothly overstepped. Stumbling she got up but the passion with her was quickly dying.
"You'll never-" she shook her head, her foil light swaying. "Never feel, the pain! You've never used your imagination to try to see how the families of those whom you've killed will take it. You've never made tallies after each bombing of the dead from news reports and then spent days sending out prayers and last rights for each of them!"
Tears were welling overly in her eyes magnify their colour, her weapon wavered showing her vulnerability. Just a simple flick of his and it would be discarded, the woman disarmed.
However Krushrenada made no note of it his mind was swimming. ~Don't understand?!~
Suddenly he was pivoting on his heal, turning to his desk, and he rummaged over the contents till he found it.
She had already hurried into the study, back to disappear the way she came but he could still see her outline.
His hand flung out the papers to the floor and they fluttered close to her.
She stopped, her head slightly turned as she took in the lines and lines covering the pages.
"I do not understand hum?" His voice was gruff, she'd hit a tender spot, and the glamour mask of his taught grace was waning. "Names," He pointed with his foil, "Enemy and Allied force deaths all of them for the past week. Their families names and how many children. I may be a war machine under the unmerciful eyes of others… but it is not my will."
Once he had finished the spy was gone.
A strangled cry filled the suite from it's only occupant and he meekly fell back into the covers of his bed. Shivering and huddling a few silent tears ran down his slanted cheeks. His emotional mask had been cracked for the moment and he remained their in the likeness of a scared child till his body finally granted him rest two hours later.
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In the torrent rain that had commenced after her motorcycle had seized it's onward travel with an empty tank she ran. The woman, slightly younger than Krushrenada had estimated to be, was a blur in the night to the vehicles that passed he. 17 to be exact, and no where to stay but in constant motion. Though privately trained by herself, after 10 or so miles the strain on her body became too much and she simply flung herself over the highway rail and landed harshly on her back in the water of the river below the bridge.
Though the thought of not wanting to go on was consuming she lightly waded, keeping herself a float. Suicide was wrong she knew, God took no pity on those whom did themselves.
After the initial sting of her fall ceased the gentle lapping of the water and continual pelt of rain droplets began to calm her. Yet her heart was still in emotional chaos.
~Damn you Krushrenada, damn you~ she thought.
Single handily with little to no words he'd ripped her heart to shreds. Though not in the same sense of the heartbreak that lovers feel, something entirely different and yet the same.
Mentally she was screaming and kicking herself for not being able to kill him, that bastard! If she'd only succeeded he'd be dead…
Dead, a another dead body she'd have to pray for. Though she hated his role, she was remembering that he too was human and somewhere within her she could mildly sympathize with him. He was only standing up for what 'he' thought was right, while she fought for what 'she' thought was right. And what she fought for was an end to the killing, others would have to do, that she would have to do.
She might have to kill him but then hopefully he would be the last.
Able to feel her elbows against the silt of the river bed she got up from where she'd floated to the south bank. Soggy, she rose to her feet and after climbing back up to the road began her journey back to the town she'd rented a hotel room in, making sure not to be that far from the latest base Krushrenada stayed at till, his assassination.
The tears now came without resistance and the odd person that stopped their car and offered their kindness were ignored.
"Damn you Krushrenada," she whispered over the splash of water made by the passing vehicles.
~why did you have to turn out to be human, why do I have to pity you like the rest! Why can't I kill you simple and easy with a shot to the back of the head like some old U.S president.~
~why do you have to care?~
"Damn you."
Finally she reached the towns' limits and after five more minutes she had came too the bars' hotel, walked up to her room and unlocked the door with her plan of action finally set.
~Treize Krushrenada, soon you will die~
TBC
Author: wipes brow… WOW that was a long one, maybe my longest yet! Warning though the next chapters going to be a weird one with a rapid switch in moods.
OH and a note to all you other people out their that don't know German, 'Fraulein' is German for miss, I do believe. Or at least hope… I don't know why I chose it but well I've always envisioned Treize being this whole cultured, European kinda guy even though every odd often he does have his ego stuck up his ass any who I thought I'd just add your knowledge all the more. Hope you read on.
