Auf der Suche nach Verkollkommnung
By:Amy Colleenie (Aka PinkBerrie Splash) Disclaimers: I own nothing, except the concept of the story. Whatever characters presented in this story belong to Bandai, or whatever company that owns them. That is all. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A dark room lit by the screens monitoring progress of soldiers and mobile units. Several monitors infact, stacking eachother, each with an image/scence even more over powering then the other. They each seemed to out do eachother, each monitor growing in size as the stack went up. Infront of these monitors was a real war beauty. Brown hair, hazel eyes, pale skin. She seemed as if she had been sitting there for a very long time, her eyes soaking in the images, taking notes at the flaws of the soldiers. Her eyes bounced, one screen to the other, she thought this was very beautiful. In her opinion. War was a very beautiful thing, it usually solved things very quickly depending on what nation had the most powerful milita. She was of course, making sure, each and every soldier was perfect.
Perfection. That was a wonderful thing as well. She was obsessed with perfection. Obsessed. No, she was infacturated with perfection. A small knock, at the door of the dark room sounded. She didn't reply, she was too busy staring at the screens. Finally a few moments after pure silence, the person stepped in. He shivered, the air was so cold, in this room. He wondered why it was never warm. He shrugged a little and slowly walked towards the chair. He was very similar to the woman, brown hair, greenish(?) eyes, thin lips. He was dressed similar to her as well. "Lady..You should go rest." The soothing voice, escaping his thin lips. The woman in the chair merely stiffened. But, she would always do as he said. She slowly stood up and turned towards him. "Perhaps you are right, His Excilancy." She said. She treated him like royalty, always calling him by that name, even though he felt it wasn't totally necessary in private. Treize Krushrenada was a strong man, of no worries, but he always worried about his lady. His darling, Lady Une. He glanced to the screens and shook his head "Lady Une, you shouldn't always watch this.." His tone was cautious almost. Hazel orbs glanced to him, "Of course I shouldn't. But I must ensure the quality of the soldiers." She retorted quickly. Her arms folded. She did feel quite tired. She figured she should soon leave. She quickly bowed to him and left the room with out so much as a 'Goodnight' Treize shook his head. Obsession for perfection. He turned the monitors off and soon left to his room.
To Be Continued
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Like? Hate? Review. Thanks. Amy Colleenie
By:Amy Colleenie (Aka PinkBerrie Splash) Disclaimers: I own nothing, except the concept of the story. Whatever characters presented in this story belong to Bandai, or whatever company that owns them. That is all. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A dark room lit by the screens monitoring progress of soldiers and mobile units. Several monitors infact, stacking eachother, each with an image/scence even more over powering then the other. They each seemed to out do eachother, each monitor growing in size as the stack went up. Infront of these monitors was a real war beauty. Brown hair, hazel eyes, pale skin. She seemed as if she had been sitting there for a very long time, her eyes soaking in the images, taking notes at the flaws of the soldiers. Her eyes bounced, one screen to the other, she thought this was very beautiful. In her opinion. War was a very beautiful thing, it usually solved things very quickly depending on what nation had the most powerful milita. She was of course, making sure, each and every soldier was perfect.
Perfection. That was a wonderful thing as well. She was obsessed with perfection. Obsessed. No, she was infacturated with perfection. A small knock, at the door of the dark room sounded. She didn't reply, she was too busy staring at the screens. Finally a few moments after pure silence, the person stepped in. He shivered, the air was so cold, in this room. He wondered why it was never warm. He shrugged a little and slowly walked towards the chair. He was very similar to the woman, brown hair, greenish(?) eyes, thin lips. He was dressed similar to her as well. "Lady..You should go rest." The soothing voice, escaping his thin lips. The woman in the chair merely stiffened. But, she would always do as he said. She slowly stood up and turned towards him. "Perhaps you are right, His Excilancy." She said. She treated him like royalty, always calling him by that name, even though he felt it wasn't totally necessary in private. Treize Krushrenada was a strong man, of no worries, but he always worried about his lady. His darling, Lady Une. He glanced to the screens and shook his head "Lady Une, you shouldn't always watch this.." His tone was cautious almost. Hazel orbs glanced to him, "Of course I shouldn't. But I must ensure the quality of the soldiers." She retorted quickly. Her arms folded. She did feel quite tired. She figured she should soon leave. She quickly bowed to him and left the room with out so much as a 'Goodnight' Treize shook his head. Obsession for perfection. He turned the monitors off and soon left to his room.
To Be Continued
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Like? Hate? Review. Thanks. Amy Colleenie