Title: Rivals 15
Author: Canisa
Pairing: various for now (6+1, Noin+6, 5+2, 3+4/4+3, R+1), but leading to 1+2/2+1, my favorite paring! ^__^
Warning : shounen-ai, AU (no gundam!!!) a bit angst.
Note: Gundam Wing is not mine. I am writing this for my own enjoyment. No profit is being made.
Quick Summary
Heero's family held a grunge against Duo's because Duo's grandfather had indirectly caused his grandfather's death.
Heero started to open up to Duo little by little until Relena Peacecraft finally showed her presence, declaring to Duo that she was engaged to Heero.
Treize Krushenada, a surgeon, saved a man, who later declared that his name is Zechs.....
Chapter 15
"Mommy, may I go out and play... with onii-chan?"
"Relena dear." The woman kneeled next to her young child. Her eyes leveled with the blinking huge blue eyes. "Have you prepared your piano lessons?"
"But mommy, please...can I go with him to Heero's house too?"
The woman stood up, the softness in her eyes faded instantly. "Relena." Her tone hardened. "A Peacecraft does not beg in such whining tone." She looked down her child. "Milliardo can establish good relationship with the Yuy's by himself. You have other important things to do. The concert is next week."
"But mommy...my fingers hurt......."
Ignoring her child, the woman turned, heading toward the door. The words rolled off her tongue like icy crystal balls. "Practice your piano. No excuses. After that, I expect to see you at the dinner table."
"..mommy....."
The woman placed her delicate hands on the doorknob. "And dress properly this time. We have guests You know how much I hate to see you in those hideous jeans."
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Duo Maxwell blinked his eyes open at the piercing sound of the alarm clock. Sighing tiredly, he threw his arm away from his eyes and propped himself up against the headboard.
Monday.
Such a depressing thought.
Duo yarned, stretching his four limbs out and straight. And he immediately felt the dried tears on his cheek as his facial skin tightened unnaturally. He immediately sucked in his breath, one arm came up to rub off the dry tears.
And he remembered.
He had cried.
Last night's memory slowly came to him like an open book. Quatre was with him the whole time when he was in the park, sitting on the cold stone and withstanding the attack of the cold breeze.
He had confessed his feelings to his best friend. He had told him everything. Duo had to admit that it had lessened some of the weight off his shoulder but the pain was still there.
Duo chuckled bitterly.
If love can make one feel the fullness of life, it is also a sharp edged sword that could slice through one's heart.
Duo looked out the window, not looking away at the beam of sunshine that went straight into his clear violet eyes. Instead, he watched a bird perching on the tree branch of his window and only had time to briefly wonder how in the world the bird could survive in this bitter cold before he heard the noise.
It had come from near the door. It had sounded like a wood scrapping against the carpet.
Alarmed, Duo grabbed his bed sheet as he turned around to the source of the sound.
"Gomen."
It this were not a dream, the world must have turned up side down. Duo blinked his eyes for the second time in the morning. He watched the familiar youth sitting on his chair like the bird perching outside of his window and he wondered how in the world the man could be in his room at this hour.
As if to read his mind, the seemingly imaginary youth spoke. "Your mother had let me in."
"How.........." The words tied up with his tongue as Duo slowly leaned forward.
"Your friend," the youth paused slightly. "drove me here."
"Quatre......"
"Yes."
"Quatre drove you here?"
"Yes."
Duo landed his feet on the ground as he stared at the vision before him. He pinched his cheek hard. "Quatre Winner drove you here?!"
"Yes."
Duo sank into his bed. He suddenly had the urge to pound his head into the wall. "Why?" Duo lost his control. His mental capacity could not comprehend what the hell was happening.
Was this a dream?
Or was this reality?
As Duo was lost in confusion, the youth watched him with his usual coolness. A slight smirk suddenly sprang across his face. And the youth spoke with a rich voice that resonated in the room like a ray of light that dispersed the darkness in the room.
"Because I need to see you."
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Treize shifted the gear to reverse, the other hand wrapped around the passenger seat as he looked at the back window of his mercede-benze. He smoothly backed his car into his reserved parking spot near the hospital entrance.
It was not easy to be a surgeon. Though the amount of money he earned would probably make people drop their jaws with envy, Treize life was practically monopolized by his work. The beeper and cell phone on his belt have become the sole communication between him and the world surrounded him.
Thousands of faceless patients had gone through his hands in the little operation room that had no window to the outside world. He could be there for hours and not knowing if it was day or night.
As sharp as the clock Treize walked to the already busy hall and stepped into the office at exact 7 Am as he usually did. Treize acknowledged Une's presence.
"Coffee?"
Treize waved his hand and took off his coat.
Nurse Une immediately took the coat from the doctor's hand as she handed the doctor his daily schedule chart.
Treize flipped through his schedule of operations lined up for him. The doctor had learned not to wince as he saw the unreasonable estimated hours of operations lined up for him. Treize did a quick mental calculation and realized that he probably would not be able to make it back until midnight again. But Treize did not mind too much at the long hours for he has no one to wait for him in his oversized luxury apartment. And besides, often his beeper would go off in the middle of the night, asking for his return to the hospital anyway for various emergencies anyway.
Just like the one last night.
Treize finished putting up his white coat. "How's that patient from the last night?"
"Eh?" Nurse Une was about to hand her doctor his first patient's profile but was startled by the question. 5 years of working with the doctor, Une had established a rhythm with her boss. But today, the doctor had uncharacteristically broke off that rhythm and asked her an unfamiliar question. "Room 607 you mean?"
Treize took the folder from his nurse's numb hands. He scanned through the information with trained speed. Not even taken his eyes off the paper, he replied. "The one from the car accident."
"He was quiet after you left." Nurse Une tilted her head, trying to recollect any abnormalities of the patient. "I don't think there is any infection based on the report of the nurse who changed his bandage this mor...."
"Good." Treize immediately cut off her sentence as he placed the patient's folder underneath his arm. "Phone the blood bank." Treize tossed the words clearly before he walked out of the room. "This patient has hemophilia. Tell them we need a few more bags of type B."
Nurse Une smiled as she recognized the rhythm being restored. "I will do it right away."
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"Heero Yuy. That's your name, isn't it?"
The little Japanese boy turned around. He watched the little blonde haired girl with his usual stoic expression. Only the sound of the ocean waves pounding at the side of the yacht answered her question.
"You have very pretty blue eyes."
The little boy did not acknowledge the little girl's compliment. He stood firmly, not bothered by the unbalanced state as the yacht parted through the ocean waves. If not for the occasional blinkings of his eyes or the way the ocean breeze was caressing his messy brown hair, one would have thought the little boy was a real life sized mannequin.
"They shine like the tiny blue stones on my mommy's necklace."
The little Japanese boy stood on the deck alone, facing the little girl. The other guests on the yacht were in the main cabin drinking and socializing. It was the celebration of the New Year's after all.
"I can see why my brother likes you very much."
The sky was painted in a crimson color as the sun danced at the tip of the horizon.
"You are very handsome. As handsome as my brother."
The yacht tipped slightly to the right as the wind picked up its intensity. A muffle cheering voice could be barely heard from the deck.
The little girl suddenly bit down her lips as the friendly expression left her angelic face. "Leave my brother alone."
The Japanese boy stared back at the girl blankly.
"He is MY brother.. before you came, he is always there with me......"
The wind picked up a bit more suddenly. The angry sea pounded on the yacht, tilting it at a greater angle.
Caught by surprise, the girl lost her balance but regained it immediately as she steadied herself by holding to the rail. The wind blew through her hair, masking her eyesight. Frantic with fear, she kneeled, centering her gravity lower as she brushed away her hair. As her eyesight was clear, she gasped as she spotted the Japanese boy's body went over the rail. As if watching a movie frame by frame, she watched the fallen boy plunged slowly toward the raging sea.
The ocean wave came again, tilting the yacht to other direction.
A sickening sound of a soft body colliding with the metal, though faint, went straight to the girl's ears. Holding onto the rails tightly, the girl risked staring down into the ocean.
There was no one there but the waves. She could not see the Japanese boy. Trembling, she held onto the rails even tighter. Realization finally downed to her as the girl opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could.
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Duo Maxwell stared at his unexpected visitor. Claying only in his boxer and an oversized T-shirt, the longhaired youth was speechless as he heard the answer.
//"Because I need to see you."//
"There is nothing more to say Heero." Duo averted his gaze and tried to focus his attention to the world outside of his window. He noticed that the bird from earlier had already flew away. "Go back to your fiancé." The longhaired boy emphasized the last word.
The sound of the wood scrapping the carpet came again. And then Duo could hear the sound of the doorknob turned. Biting his lips, Duo suddenly turned around, unable to contain himself any longer. "I don't understand you at all!!!!" He suddenly yelled, not caring that it could have alarmed his parents down stairs. "Heero Yuy! I don't fucking understand you at all!!"
Heero turned, staring boldly back at the longhaired youth. The bandage wrapped around his head and his body did not make him look weak but only more determined.
"Why are you here?" Duo pounded his fists on the bed. "Why are you really here? Is it because Quatre begged you to come? Why? I don't need your fucking pity and sympathy!! WHY!!!"
"Because I need to see you." The words came quietly. "Your friend has no part in this."
Duo blinked his eyes. "But Quatre....."
"He only showed up at the right time and the right place."
"That's it? Just to see me?"
"For now." The Japanese nodded. "Yes."
"Don't you think you have some fucking explaining to do?"
"You said there is nothing more to say."
"God damn it!" Duo threw the pillow toward Heero, but purposely missed as the pillow hit the door solidly and then slided down to the floor. "Don't smart-mouth with me right now!!"
Heero sighed, making his way back to the chair slowly.
"Well?" Duo could see clearly how Heero's injuries were making his every movement painful. But the rage over took the longhaired boy's emotion. "Damn it! What is this fiancé shit! And why the hell did you.....did you fucking kiss me last night!"
Heero sat on the chair and stared into Duo's violet eyes again.
"Well?!"
Heero closed his eyes. "Because I owed her my life."
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Treize tiredly shed his disposable surgeon coat and threw them in to the biohazard bin. Leaving the clean-up job to the other personnel, he walked out of the operation room and then out of the medical building for a small break.
It was noon. Treize had an hour until the next scheduled operation. Treize walked toward his mercede-benze. He opened the passenger side door and sat on the passenger seat. He opened the cabinet, digging out a pack of cigarette and a lighter. Treize put one cigarette between his lips and lit up the end of the cigarette. He sank into the chair and closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath as he inhaled the smoke.
"How about a cigarette, doctor?"
Treize recognized the deep voice. He tilted his head toward the source and opened his eyes. "A patient in your condition should not smoke."
"And a doctor like you should know what the nicotine does to your lung."
Treize smiled as he flicked off the cigarette. "I see you feel much better already, Zechs." He eyed at his patient who was now sitting in a wheel chair, pushed by a young nurse. Still dressed in his hospital gown, his patient had a fresh roll of bandage wrapped around his head. Treize suddenly felt sad for his patient as he remembered the bloodily matted blonde hair.
"No thanks to you, doctor."
Treize was slightly amused at the reply. "And why is that?" He watched his patient with interest. He saw no spark of life in his eyes. The doctor determined that the patient was not trying to be funny.
"It's better off leaving me dead."
"Death is just an easy way out, Zechs." Treize sent away the nurse as he stood up and walked behind Zech's wheel chair. He placed his hands on the handles.
"So how about that cigarette, doctor?"
"Not now, Zechs." Treize pushed the wheel chair toward the garden. "Not until you are healed."
"I will never be fully healed."
Treize smiled. "Then I shall not smoke until the day you are healed enough for a cigarette." The doctor dug out his pack of cigarette and held it tight in his hand.
"Then I guarantee you will not die from lung cancer, doctor."
Treize laughed. He stopped the wheel chair by the pond. Stepping a few steps away from his patient, the doctor stared at the water briefly before he threw a glance at Zechs again. "Sounds like I am in the win-win situation, Zechs." He smiled and then threw the pack of cigarette into the water, causing rings of waves started to spread on the surface of the pond.
"Remember..." Treize whispered. "Dying is only the easy way out."
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TBC
Author: Canisa
Pairing: various for now (6+1, Noin+6, 5+2, 3+4/4+3, R+1), but leading to 1+2/2+1, my favorite paring! ^__^
Warning : shounen-ai, AU (no gundam!!!) a bit angst.
Note: Gundam Wing is not mine. I am writing this for my own enjoyment. No profit is being made.
Quick Summary
Heero's family held a grunge against Duo's because Duo's grandfather had indirectly caused his grandfather's death.
Heero started to open up to Duo little by little until Relena Peacecraft finally showed her presence, declaring to Duo that she was engaged to Heero.
Treize Krushenada, a surgeon, saved a man, who later declared that his name is Zechs.....
Chapter 15
"Mommy, may I go out and play... with onii-chan?"
"Relena dear." The woman kneeled next to her young child. Her eyes leveled with the blinking huge blue eyes. "Have you prepared your piano lessons?"
"But mommy, please...can I go with him to Heero's house too?"
The woman stood up, the softness in her eyes faded instantly. "Relena." Her tone hardened. "A Peacecraft does not beg in such whining tone." She looked down her child. "Milliardo can establish good relationship with the Yuy's by himself. You have other important things to do. The concert is next week."
"But mommy...my fingers hurt......."
Ignoring her child, the woman turned, heading toward the door. The words rolled off her tongue like icy crystal balls. "Practice your piano. No excuses. After that, I expect to see you at the dinner table."
"..mommy....."
The woman placed her delicate hands on the doorknob. "And dress properly this time. We have guests You know how much I hate to see you in those hideous jeans."
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Duo Maxwell blinked his eyes open at the piercing sound of the alarm clock. Sighing tiredly, he threw his arm away from his eyes and propped himself up against the headboard.
Monday.
Such a depressing thought.
Duo yarned, stretching his four limbs out and straight. And he immediately felt the dried tears on his cheek as his facial skin tightened unnaturally. He immediately sucked in his breath, one arm came up to rub off the dry tears.
And he remembered.
He had cried.
Last night's memory slowly came to him like an open book. Quatre was with him the whole time when he was in the park, sitting on the cold stone and withstanding the attack of the cold breeze.
He had confessed his feelings to his best friend. He had told him everything. Duo had to admit that it had lessened some of the weight off his shoulder but the pain was still there.
Duo chuckled bitterly.
If love can make one feel the fullness of life, it is also a sharp edged sword that could slice through one's heart.
Duo looked out the window, not looking away at the beam of sunshine that went straight into his clear violet eyes. Instead, he watched a bird perching on the tree branch of his window and only had time to briefly wonder how in the world the bird could survive in this bitter cold before he heard the noise.
It had come from near the door. It had sounded like a wood scrapping against the carpet.
Alarmed, Duo grabbed his bed sheet as he turned around to the source of the sound.
"Gomen."
It this were not a dream, the world must have turned up side down. Duo blinked his eyes for the second time in the morning. He watched the familiar youth sitting on his chair like the bird perching outside of his window and he wondered how in the world the man could be in his room at this hour.
As if to read his mind, the seemingly imaginary youth spoke. "Your mother had let me in."
"How.........." The words tied up with his tongue as Duo slowly leaned forward.
"Your friend," the youth paused slightly. "drove me here."
"Quatre......"
"Yes."
"Quatre drove you here?"
"Yes."
Duo landed his feet on the ground as he stared at the vision before him. He pinched his cheek hard. "Quatre Winner drove you here?!"
"Yes."
Duo sank into his bed. He suddenly had the urge to pound his head into the wall. "Why?" Duo lost his control. His mental capacity could not comprehend what the hell was happening.
Was this a dream?
Or was this reality?
As Duo was lost in confusion, the youth watched him with his usual coolness. A slight smirk suddenly sprang across his face. And the youth spoke with a rich voice that resonated in the room like a ray of light that dispersed the darkness in the room.
"Because I need to see you."
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Treize shifted the gear to reverse, the other hand wrapped around the passenger seat as he looked at the back window of his mercede-benze. He smoothly backed his car into his reserved parking spot near the hospital entrance.
It was not easy to be a surgeon. Though the amount of money he earned would probably make people drop their jaws with envy, Treize life was practically monopolized by his work. The beeper and cell phone on his belt have become the sole communication between him and the world surrounded him.
Thousands of faceless patients had gone through his hands in the little operation room that had no window to the outside world. He could be there for hours and not knowing if it was day or night.
As sharp as the clock Treize walked to the already busy hall and stepped into the office at exact 7 Am as he usually did. Treize acknowledged Une's presence.
"Coffee?"
Treize waved his hand and took off his coat.
Nurse Une immediately took the coat from the doctor's hand as she handed the doctor his daily schedule chart.
Treize flipped through his schedule of operations lined up for him. The doctor had learned not to wince as he saw the unreasonable estimated hours of operations lined up for him. Treize did a quick mental calculation and realized that he probably would not be able to make it back until midnight again. But Treize did not mind too much at the long hours for he has no one to wait for him in his oversized luxury apartment. And besides, often his beeper would go off in the middle of the night, asking for his return to the hospital anyway for various emergencies anyway.
Just like the one last night.
Treize finished putting up his white coat. "How's that patient from the last night?"
"Eh?" Nurse Une was about to hand her doctor his first patient's profile but was startled by the question. 5 years of working with the doctor, Une had established a rhythm with her boss. But today, the doctor had uncharacteristically broke off that rhythm and asked her an unfamiliar question. "Room 607 you mean?"
Treize took the folder from his nurse's numb hands. He scanned through the information with trained speed. Not even taken his eyes off the paper, he replied. "The one from the car accident."
"He was quiet after you left." Nurse Une tilted her head, trying to recollect any abnormalities of the patient. "I don't think there is any infection based on the report of the nurse who changed his bandage this mor...."
"Good." Treize immediately cut off her sentence as he placed the patient's folder underneath his arm. "Phone the blood bank." Treize tossed the words clearly before he walked out of the room. "This patient has hemophilia. Tell them we need a few more bags of type B."
Nurse Une smiled as she recognized the rhythm being restored. "I will do it right away."
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"Heero Yuy. That's your name, isn't it?"
The little Japanese boy turned around. He watched the little blonde haired girl with his usual stoic expression. Only the sound of the ocean waves pounding at the side of the yacht answered her question.
"You have very pretty blue eyes."
The little boy did not acknowledge the little girl's compliment. He stood firmly, not bothered by the unbalanced state as the yacht parted through the ocean waves. If not for the occasional blinkings of his eyes or the way the ocean breeze was caressing his messy brown hair, one would have thought the little boy was a real life sized mannequin.
"They shine like the tiny blue stones on my mommy's necklace."
The little Japanese boy stood on the deck alone, facing the little girl. The other guests on the yacht were in the main cabin drinking and socializing. It was the celebration of the New Year's after all.
"I can see why my brother likes you very much."
The sky was painted in a crimson color as the sun danced at the tip of the horizon.
"You are very handsome. As handsome as my brother."
The yacht tipped slightly to the right as the wind picked up its intensity. A muffle cheering voice could be barely heard from the deck.
The little girl suddenly bit down her lips as the friendly expression left her angelic face. "Leave my brother alone."
The Japanese boy stared back at the girl blankly.
"He is MY brother.. before you came, he is always there with me......"
The wind picked up a bit more suddenly. The angry sea pounded on the yacht, tilting it at a greater angle.
Caught by surprise, the girl lost her balance but regained it immediately as she steadied herself by holding to the rail. The wind blew through her hair, masking her eyesight. Frantic with fear, she kneeled, centering her gravity lower as she brushed away her hair. As her eyesight was clear, she gasped as she spotted the Japanese boy's body went over the rail. As if watching a movie frame by frame, she watched the fallen boy plunged slowly toward the raging sea.
The ocean wave came again, tilting the yacht to other direction.
A sickening sound of a soft body colliding with the metal, though faint, went straight to the girl's ears. Holding onto the rails tightly, the girl risked staring down into the ocean.
There was no one there but the waves. She could not see the Japanese boy. Trembling, she held onto the rails even tighter. Realization finally downed to her as the girl opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could.
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Duo Maxwell stared at his unexpected visitor. Claying only in his boxer and an oversized T-shirt, the longhaired youth was speechless as he heard the answer.
//"Because I need to see you."//
"There is nothing more to say Heero." Duo averted his gaze and tried to focus his attention to the world outside of his window. He noticed that the bird from earlier had already flew away. "Go back to your fiancé." The longhaired boy emphasized the last word.
The sound of the wood scrapping the carpet came again. And then Duo could hear the sound of the doorknob turned. Biting his lips, Duo suddenly turned around, unable to contain himself any longer. "I don't understand you at all!!!!" He suddenly yelled, not caring that it could have alarmed his parents down stairs. "Heero Yuy! I don't fucking understand you at all!!"
Heero turned, staring boldly back at the longhaired youth. The bandage wrapped around his head and his body did not make him look weak but only more determined.
"Why are you here?" Duo pounded his fists on the bed. "Why are you really here? Is it because Quatre begged you to come? Why? I don't need your fucking pity and sympathy!! WHY!!!"
"Because I need to see you." The words came quietly. "Your friend has no part in this."
Duo blinked his eyes. "But Quatre....."
"He only showed up at the right time and the right place."
"That's it? Just to see me?"
"For now." The Japanese nodded. "Yes."
"Don't you think you have some fucking explaining to do?"
"You said there is nothing more to say."
"God damn it!" Duo threw the pillow toward Heero, but purposely missed as the pillow hit the door solidly and then slided down to the floor. "Don't smart-mouth with me right now!!"
Heero sighed, making his way back to the chair slowly.
"Well?" Duo could see clearly how Heero's injuries were making his every movement painful. But the rage over took the longhaired boy's emotion. "Damn it! What is this fiancé shit! And why the hell did you.....did you fucking kiss me last night!"
Heero sat on the chair and stared into Duo's violet eyes again.
"Well?!"
Heero closed his eyes. "Because I owed her my life."
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Treize tiredly shed his disposable surgeon coat and threw them in to the biohazard bin. Leaving the clean-up job to the other personnel, he walked out of the operation room and then out of the medical building for a small break.
It was noon. Treize had an hour until the next scheduled operation. Treize walked toward his mercede-benze. He opened the passenger side door and sat on the passenger seat. He opened the cabinet, digging out a pack of cigarette and a lighter. Treize put one cigarette between his lips and lit up the end of the cigarette. He sank into the chair and closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath as he inhaled the smoke.
"How about a cigarette, doctor?"
Treize recognized the deep voice. He tilted his head toward the source and opened his eyes. "A patient in your condition should not smoke."
"And a doctor like you should know what the nicotine does to your lung."
Treize smiled as he flicked off the cigarette. "I see you feel much better already, Zechs." He eyed at his patient who was now sitting in a wheel chair, pushed by a young nurse. Still dressed in his hospital gown, his patient had a fresh roll of bandage wrapped around his head. Treize suddenly felt sad for his patient as he remembered the bloodily matted blonde hair.
"No thanks to you, doctor."
Treize was slightly amused at the reply. "And why is that?" He watched his patient with interest. He saw no spark of life in his eyes. The doctor determined that the patient was not trying to be funny.
"It's better off leaving me dead."
"Death is just an easy way out, Zechs." Treize sent away the nurse as he stood up and walked behind Zech's wheel chair. He placed his hands on the handles.
"So how about that cigarette, doctor?"
"Not now, Zechs." Treize pushed the wheel chair toward the garden. "Not until you are healed."
"I will never be fully healed."
Treize smiled. "Then I shall not smoke until the day you are healed enough for a cigarette." The doctor dug out his pack of cigarette and held it tight in his hand.
"Then I guarantee you will not die from lung cancer, doctor."
Treize laughed. He stopped the wheel chair by the pond. Stepping a few steps away from his patient, the doctor stared at the water briefly before he threw a glance at Zechs again. "Sounds like I am in the win-win situation, Zechs." He smiled and then threw the pack of cigarette into the water, causing rings of waves started to spread on the surface of the pond.
"Remember..." Treize whispered. "Dying is only the easy way out."
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TBC