Zechs allowed the pouring rain to hit his form; soaking through every layer of his former soldier's attire. In a certain sense, it calmed him as it fell into his eyes and ran off his pale features. His eyes were narrowed, more in sadness than in anger, but the scale seemed to tip to either favor depending on this thoughts.

He knew that he could very well be marching to his death…

'But for what? Would she even care? Do I even know why?'

The rain seemed to only fall harder, as his bangs became firmly matted to his forehead, and his hair now stuck to his white uniform. His sword felt heavier at his side, seeing as the rain was slowly seeping in through the hilt, and collecting around his blade.

To hold her in his arms, to call her his and to be hers… it was all just a far-off dream, like the dawn that seemed now, so far away with the rain. He thought of her often; but each time the hard reality hit him, weightier than the last. She would never have him, he knew… Yet he was still ready to give his life for her, it was his honor.

And no matter how he thought of it, Suzuka would be safe, and that, in itself, was enough satisfaction for what he was about to step into.

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Her dark, ebony eyes watched wide in weakness and horror as the blue tinted liquid slowly made its way to fill the empty cylinder. Treize pressed the stopped only lightly, allowing some of the liquid to squirt from the top, and into a small cup he had put on a makeshift table in the room, now lit.

He smiled as he turned to her, with the syringe in hand. "You see… I always win, one way, or the other." He stepped close to her, so his breath was on her. "I can't continue to live my happy life with only haven taken Milliardo's life… You see? So I will take yours as well.

"Then he will not come…" Suzuka replied, with as much strength as she was able.

"I didn't say I would kill you now, did I? No, I didn't." He answered his own question with a smile. He gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, traced her jawline, and moved down her neck, so his hand was resting in the hollow between her breasts.

Suzuka had barely the strength to speak, and so she barely struggled as his calloused fingers then moved up to tap the vein on her arm, before pushing in the needle unceremoniously.

The liquid stung as it ran through her veins feeling like liquid fire. Her body trembled violent; the pain from it was more than the pain she had received from her bleeding wrists.

Treize smiled.

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