Well, here we go. The next part has arrived! I was inspired on the weekend. That, and one of my friends was threatening me with knives. O_o; So, whichever way, as promised: I give you Treize. Reviewers first, though.

Anonymous! (well, there was no name… *sweatdrop*) : Yay, you love my story! As for the other couple? Ah, they're my favourite. They will come. SOON.

SilverWingedDragon: Oh, Heero will come. He'll come soon. Very soon. And Duo don't get Trowa, oh no.

QuatreGael: Yep, I got the first review. ^ ^ As for Disney? Well, I guess it isn't EXACTLY Disney, but it sorta is. The Aladdin one will be, though. *sniggers at the thought of someone dressed as Abu*

Tsuzuku no Tenshi: *smiles sweetly* Heero will come. Oh, he'll come. But for now, suffer through the Treize! SUFFER! *cackles madly* Er… Please stop sharpening your knives. It tain't even Friday!

Treize smirked as he sat on his throne, an air of supreme smugness about him. Finally he had captured his fierce young dragon! Of course, there were still some slight issues that had to be dealt with. Like the fact that Chang Wufei was probably plotting either his escape or Treize's assassination at that precise point in time. Possibly even both- Wufei was pretty talented, after all.

 The thing was, the dragon may have been caged, but he wasn't broken. Treize considered this to be a good thing- Wufei's spirit was his best feature, right before his oriental good looks. Treize reflected that if his thoughts were to be heard by the pilot in question, he could start writing his obituary. How about, 'He liked roses and had a fetish for honour crazed Chinese boys with the desire to kill him. The latter brought about his death.' It had a certain ring to it, did it not?

 Having met the pilot of Gundam 01, Treize had long been of the opinion that there was no one on that planet that could rival the Yuy death-glare. He had only recently been proved wrong, a feat which he had hither-to believed impossible. When it came to the hatred of Treize, Wufei's glare of doom was far more menacing than even Heero's stare could ever manage. Treize was probably going to have to work on that.

 Meanwhile, Milliardo was giving him the look. You know, the look. The one that says, 'You have seriously got on my bad side. Fear for your life.' Treize wasn't exactly certain what he had done to cause such a look, but felt that there must have been something somewhere that went completely and utterly wrong because of him. It was the only explanation- that look could only be earned by severe wrongdoing.

 Either way, Treize had no choice but to concede that he was indeed in some measure of danger. He had Zechs on one side, and Wufei on the other, both seemingly with the intent to kill. However did he manage to get himself into this mess? It was a mystery to him. He wasn't quite sure what to do about it. If he were to talk to Wufei, Wufei might kill him. Or at least severely maim him. If he were to talk to Milli, the same thing would happen. It looked like whatever he did, his beautiful looks were going to be scarred. Oh, what a pity.

 Seeing as Zechs was there, though, and less likely to want to hurt him- Treize stopped there. It was best not to assume such things- it could cost his life. Milliardo was to be approached with equal caution to Wufei, or Bad Things would happen. Still, it was only logical to sort things out with Zechs first. Besides, it might result in an ally when the time came to tackle the problem of Wufei. That, or he would die and not have to deal with the problem of Wufei at all

 Swimming forward slowly, Treize approached the fuming Merprince. His earlier estimation appeared to be right. Zechs was to be treated warily, like a predatory and dangerous beast.

 "Why, Milliardo, it seems that you are a tad upset over something. Whatever is the matter?" Note that Treize stayed about two meters back whilst initiating the conversation.

 It was just as well, because Zechs was not in the mood for niceties. His icy glower pinned Treize to the spot like a butterfly on display.

 "You." This one word was spoken in cold, clipped tones of sheer rage. Oh dear.

 Treize had been expecting a response upon those lines, but to have it put so plainly and wrathfully was somewhat disturbing. Why was it that he had managed to make the two most gorgeous looking males in the kingdom entertain the desire to destroy him? It made no sense.

 Taking advantage of Treize's confusion, Zechs stalked out of the room. Well, he would have stalked, but that was rendered physically impossible due to his distinct lack of legs, so he swam viciously instead. Treize stayed where he was, blinking in a bewildered fashion. Now he really, really wanted to know why these things had to happen to him.

 It would have been tantamount to suicide to attempt to follow Zechs, obviously. Seeing how all his limbs were still intact and he'd ideally like to keep it that way, there was no way that Treize was going to make that mistake again. However, were he truly possessed of common sense, he would call it quits for the day. What he actually did was decide to visit Wufei. Either Treize had a death wish, or he needed his head checked.

 Making his way into Wufei's so-called "prison cell", Treize shut the door behind him. Who knew why the wood hadn't rotted yet? It was a faerie tale. These things were not meant to be questioned.

 On his way, Treize had picked up a rose from one of the many vases littered around the palace. That was quite possibly one of his crowning moments of sheer stupidity, surpassed only by visiting Wufei at all. As soon as Wufei saw him, he gave Treize the look. Treize was at a loss to explain how he could be on the receiving end of two such looks within such short space of time.

 As a sad and misguided attempt at peacemaking, Treize proffered the rose to his captive. Said captive was not impressed. Wufei actually entertained the idea of eating the rose to demonstrate his displeasure in more a more visual display, but decided against it. Roses tasted bad, and he wasn't planning on suffering through that awful flavour even to spite Treize. It was just too bad that he couldn't stomp on it.

 Having received the ill-fated flower from his arch-nemesis, Wufei kept his eyes steadily on Treize's while slowly tearing each petal from the stalk until it was bare. Treize winced. So much for a peace offering.

 Having made his lack of regard fully known, Wufei retreated to the other end of the room in a spectacular example of pure childishness. He felt no need to be nearer to Treize than he had to be. He had no intention of speaking unnecessarily, either.

 Treize, figuring that the sensible option would be to stay right where he was, hovered uncertainly in the doorway. Wufei continued giving him the look.

 When Treize opened his mouth to begin some sort of mediation, Wufei cut him off at the pass. "Don't bother, I told you not to speak to me. Don't you dare 'dragon' me, either! We've been through this- you will not address me in any way, nor will you go near me if there is no need for it. Which there isn't, trust me." Wufei's voice dripped with venom and contempt. Treize was going to reply, but wisely refrained. "Now, out!"

 Somewhat deflated, Treize made his way back to the throne room. It wasn't fair- all the good-looking ones were either straight or hated him.

Don't worry, Heero will come soon. *laughs evilly* Ahem, yes. Well. So much for smug, kind of ended up as abused. I almost feel sorry for him. ^ ^;

Next time: Zechs sulks!

And review! Review! I like reviews. *happy dance*