"You call it justice?!" screamed Wufei, blocking yet another one of Zechs blows with obvious ease. The young martial artist was breathing evenly, and unlike his opponent, no sweat slid down the side of his face. If it weren't for the cry of rage in his eyes, you would think this battle were nothing more than a spar to him. Zechs' helmet lay forgotten on the ground,leaving only his flowing silver tresses to shadow his eyes, the eyes Wufei had seen so many times before. Despite the fact the two were on opposite sides, it was no surprise when one appeared knocking at the other's door. "Call it what you wish, you know I don't care. Your views on what I do have never bothered me." Zechs replied, no feeling in his words. His eyes did what Wufei's could not, hide the truth. Zechs cared what Wufei thought, it mattered to him so much he was making no effort to land his blows. Suddenly all of these thoughts were forced from his mind as Wufei swept him off his feet with a twist of his leg. The older man made no attempt to hold back his agony as Wufei embedded his knee in Zechs' chest. At Zechs' cry Wufei abruptly stood. Zechs never showed pain, never in Wufei's presence. He was face down, breathing heavily. When Wufei could see the small pool of blood forming beneath his opponent's lips, he had an immediate desire to drop down and aid him. Wufei held himself back, and turned away. He took a step toward the door, but to his surprise found himself landing on his back. Zechs had somehow managed to get on top of him, and Wufei was pinned down. He grunted angrily and resisted, but Zechs' grip didn't budge. Slowly and hesitantly, Wufei's eyes moved to Zechs' face. Contrary to his expectation, Zechs was not smiling. A small drop of the blood trickling from Zechs' lips fell to Wufei's cheek. Wufei waited for something to be done, was Zechs going to kill him or just remain laying this way? Then Chang realized the position they were in, and his breathing increased. Zechs felt the rise and fall of the young man's chest, and moved closer to Wufei. Wufei made no move to fight back, his eyes were waiting, almost eager to see what Zechs would do. Zechs reached out his tongue and rested it against Wufei's chin, bringing it up slowly until reaching the small drop of his own blood. He licked it until it dissapeared, and then moved back. Zechs smiled as he felt Wufei's breathing slow. He slowly eased his grip and at that sign, Wufei quickly released himself, gripping the back of Zechs' neck. Zechs waited in silence for Wufei to crush his throat, but suddenly his lips were being pressed against the raven-haired boy's. Zechs' closed his eyes and Wufei prodded his own tongue at Zechs' lips, licking the bleeding slit he himself had caused. Zechs opened his mouth, and met the tip of Wufei's tongue when he felt a hand grip the back of his neck. Painfully he was pulled upward, off of Wufei. Zechs was thrashed backwards, and he hit the wall hard enough to hear it crack behind him. He slid down limply to the floor, and had only enough strength to look up into the eyes of the one who dealt him a finishing blow. He fell over unconscious, blood dripping from his cheek. Wufei was on his feet instantly, rage again filling his eyes. First the basterd pissed him off, then he came on to him, now he was stolen from him before they even got to kiss. 'The one who interupted will die' he thought. He nearly fell on his ass when Treize walked out of the shadows, Zechs' blood on his fist. "Well shit.." was all Wufei had enough time to say, before Treize had what looked like a silver pistol aimed at his chest. Wufei twisted to the right exactly when Treize pulled the trigger, the bullet landed in left side. Wait, not a bullet, a-"...dart?" Wufei said, before crumpling to the ground. Treize caught him, and before the martial artist blacked out, he heard a soft voice whisper into his ear,"Got you.."