Wufei let his hair down in a hurry, very confused and aggravated. His
confusion was what agitated him so, for he wasn't often baffled like he had
been today. "What the hell does he think he's doing?!" Wufei said aloud,
laying down on his bed. He rested his hands on his stomach and closed his
eyes. Perhaps relaxing would help, but somehow Wufei didn't think so.
***
"No. Tomorrow. I don't care either way, just get it done." Trieze spoke into the phone. He didn't stop talking when the door opened to his office....rather swiftly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Zechs screamed. His eyes sparkled with curiousity and anger, and even if his helmet hid this, Trieze knew as much.
"I'll call you back, just get it finished." he said, and hung up the phone. "What brings you to my humble home?"
"So help me God I'll kill you if you don't answer me." Zechs said, pulling a pistol out of what seemed thin air, and aiming directly at Trieze. Trieze made no move, his eyes showed no change at all. Instead he took a breath and continued.
"What is it you're asking me again?"
"I took your fucking excuse for knocking me out, but this time I want answers. Did you leave me that message?"
Trieze said nothing. He entwined his fingers and looked out the window. Zechs was behind his desk, his gun pressed to Trieze's temple so fast Trieze wouldn't have had a chance to react had he wanted to. "I suggest you answer the question, old friend." Zechs whispered into Trieze's ear. "As enraged as you've made me, it would be a shame to extinguish your life."
Trieze smiled,"So they all say. Yes I left the message. And by the looks of it, I believe it worked?" he laughed a bit but went silent when he heard the cocking of Zech's pistol. "I see. " he said. He immediately grabbed Zech's arm, and the bullet that Zech's fired was so close Trieze heard it whiz past his ear. He kneed Zechs in the ribs, and the silver- haired man was forced to drop the gun. "Sit." he said, throwing Zechs into his chair. He held the gun aimed at Zechs now, the tables had most certainly turned.
"Now, let me explain this in the more comfortable position, would you? " Trieze said, smoothing back his hair with his free hand and taking another deep breath. Zechs said nothing. "And you were so eager two minutes ago, hm hm hm. Let me see..." He moved his hand toward Zechs helmet. Zech's immediately grabbed Trieze's wrist by reflex, and Trieze immediately pressed the gun under Zech's chin. Zechs slowly brought his hand down. Trieze brought his lips closer to Zechs' mask,"Good boy.." he said in a whisper, and then painfully pulled Zechs' hemet off, throwing it to the ground.
"So, where were we? Ah! You wanted to know something. Well I won't make you wait any longer." Trieze got down on his knees so that he was level with Zechs. "I just wanted to see if our friend would drop everything for you. My question was answered, and to my favor I might add. He's mine...." and with that he licked Zechs on the ear and picked him up out of the chair by the collar, throwing him out of the door. "May the best man win.." Trieze said, and fired a shot close enough to make Zechs walk out his front door. "Damn, I just had that wall painted...."
***
Treize opened the door after the third set of loud bangs, not surprised in the least when Wufei appeared in the doorway. "It's turning dark, what could bring an old friend here so late?" he questioned sincerely. Wufei narrowed his eyes and pushed himself in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! What kind of game are you trying to play?! For the first time in my life I'm in the dark. First you beat the shit out of him because I kissed him, and now you call him and set up a slumber party. I want to know what in hell you think you're doing!" Wufei screamed. Trieze smirked, and brought a gloved hand to Wufei's lips.
"You scream too much."
***
"No. Tomorrow. I don't care either way, just get it done." Trieze spoke into the phone. He didn't stop talking when the door opened to his office....rather swiftly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Zechs screamed. His eyes sparkled with curiousity and anger, and even if his helmet hid this, Trieze knew as much.
"I'll call you back, just get it finished." he said, and hung up the phone. "What brings you to my humble home?"
"So help me God I'll kill you if you don't answer me." Zechs said, pulling a pistol out of what seemed thin air, and aiming directly at Trieze. Trieze made no move, his eyes showed no change at all. Instead he took a breath and continued.
"What is it you're asking me again?"
"I took your fucking excuse for knocking me out, but this time I want answers. Did you leave me that message?"
Trieze said nothing. He entwined his fingers and looked out the window. Zechs was behind his desk, his gun pressed to Trieze's temple so fast Trieze wouldn't have had a chance to react had he wanted to. "I suggest you answer the question, old friend." Zechs whispered into Trieze's ear. "As enraged as you've made me, it would be a shame to extinguish your life."
Trieze smiled,"So they all say. Yes I left the message. And by the looks of it, I believe it worked?" he laughed a bit but went silent when he heard the cocking of Zech's pistol. "I see. " he said. He immediately grabbed Zech's arm, and the bullet that Zech's fired was so close Trieze heard it whiz past his ear. He kneed Zechs in the ribs, and the silver- haired man was forced to drop the gun. "Sit." he said, throwing Zechs into his chair. He held the gun aimed at Zechs now, the tables had most certainly turned.
"Now, let me explain this in the more comfortable position, would you? " Trieze said, smoothing back his hair with his free hand and taking another deep breath. Zechs said nothing. "And you were so eager two minutes ago, hm hm hm. Let me see..." He moved his hand toward Zechs helmet. Zech's immediately grabbed Trieze's wrist by reflex, and Trieze immediately pressed the gun under Zech's chin. Zechs slowly brought his hand down. Trieze brought his lips closer to Zechs' mask,"Good boy.." he said in a whisper, and then painfully pulled Zechs' hemet off, throwing it to the ground.
"So, where were we? Ah! You wanted to know something. Well I won't make you wait any longer." Trieze got down on his knees so that he was level with Zechs. "I just wanted to see if our friend would drop everything for you. My question was answered, and to my favor I might add. He's mine...." and with that he licked Zechs on the ear and picked him up out of the chair by the collar, throwing him out of the door. "May the best man win.." Trieze said, and fired a shot close enough to make Zechs walk out his front door. "Damn, I just had that wall painted...."
***
Treize opened the door after the third set of loud bangs, not surprised in the least when Wufei appeared in the doorway. "It's turning dark, what could bring an old friend here so late?" he questioned sincerely. Wufei narrowed his eyes and pushed himself in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! What kind of game are you trying to play?! For the first time in my life I'm in the dark. First you beat the shit out of him because I kissed him, and now you call him and set up a slumber party. I want to know what in hell you think you're doing!" Wufei screamed. Trieze smirked, and brought a gloved hand to Wufei's lips.
"You scream too much."