Thanksgiving
Author: Madisonne
Part: 1/1
Disclaimer: For some reason, the people at Bandai keep on forgetting to return my calls... So, no, I don't own them yet. Operative word: YET! MWA HA HA HA HA!!! Ahem... Don't steal, or else I'll sic my demon-chibis on you. Stop laughing! They can strip a cow of its meat in one minute! Or is that piranhas? Hmmm...
Warnings: Not really depressing, but angsty; mild yaoi; sweet & introspective
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His forehead pressed against the cold, frosted glass, Zechs stared out into the lonely darkness that permeated into the room. The untouched meal on the table behind him was hours from warm, but he didn't really care.
"Please bring him home." He whispered, longingly, his breath fogging the glass temporarily.
They'd been just about ready to sit down to Thanksgiving dinner when his beeper had gone off. A small information leak had supplied the terrorists with the location of their Switzerland base. So the man for whom he prayed had flown off into the autumn sky and left Zechs alone to fear for his very life.
'We are young; we're afraid..." He thought, pulling a strand of hair back from his face and curling it around his finger lazily. "I never told him... God, I never told him. I love him." He noticed, to his satisfaction, that the words flowed from his lips with an ease that could not be replicated in a lie. If he'd known those words before, would the general be there with him in that cold dark room?
Zechs knew he was incredibly lucky to have captured the favour of the elder, and, for that, he was thankful. "Come back, Treize. I can't live without you..." He whispered gently to the night and folded his arms on the windowsill. As the minutes went by, his head slowly descended to rest on his arms.
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Treize entered his quarters battle-weary and spent, closing the door slowly behind himself. He went to the living room on his path to his bedroom and was surprised to see the dinner he'd sat down to eleven hours ago still laid out on the table. Taking a few steps to the right, his best lieutenant came into view, lying crumpled on the floor, fast asleep.
He gently smoothed back a silky blonde strand of hair that had fallen across Zechs' pale white face. The young man looked so peaceful and serene, Treize was loathe to disturb him.
Thinking quickly, he tenderly pulled the thin man into his arms and carried him into the next room. Once there, he gently laid his bundle on the bed and pulled off the young man's shoes.
He then took off his own boots and snow-dusted coat and crawled into bed beside his friend. Treize pulled the covers up over the both of them and snuggled up to the warm body.
While watching Zechs sleep, he smiled; he would have given anything to stay right there in the moment. His next words were spoken softly and truthfully. It wasn't quite clear of what he spoke, but it really didn't matter; Treize meant them in the most universal way. "Thank you, god, thank you so much."
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