Breaking the chain

by Wren

Disclaimer : Gundam Wing isn't mine.

A/N : Treize/Wufei

Thanks to the people who reviewed the second chapter of this ; hope you'll like this chapter too :

To Jane Silver : Well, I wouldn't really make him try to kill himself ; he's just angsting about it. I'm afraid that if I actually write a scene in which he tries it, he'll succeed. (I mean, Wufei is rather stubborn and very skilled with a sword.) Thanks for reviewing again! I'm glad you still like it!

To GoGo : Oh dear, I really wrote Treize as a bastard, didn't I? I honestly didn't mean to ; my best friend loves him and she'd probably yell at me for writing him like that. But yes, Treize will get what he deserves I hope. And thanks for returning!

To bakachan :  Thank you ; I feel very happy my writing makes you happy as well. The next chapter will probably be the last one ; though I like for things to start angsty, I can rarely keep that up for very long. Blame my friend and her happy fics.

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It was a few hours past midnight, the OZ-base was covered in darkness. Aside from a few guards, all were asleep. Nothing moved.

Nothing save the shadow who supply glided through the night, supported by a rope to climb the supposedly inpenetrable walls that were built to protect those inside.

There was a katana hanging at his side and his eyes reflected the night.

With a determined look on his face, Wufei swung himself over the wall, quickly walking to the door behind which a corridor would lead him to his target.

Now, we'll see.

We'll see who's the weaker of us, Treize.

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Milliardo shivered as the cool air in his room touched his bare arms.

What ... where ... ?

A nightmare?

I can't remember ...

His sheets were soaked with sweat and he had thrown his blankets off, leading him to the conclusion his dream must have been rather vivid. Yet he couldn't recall a single thing of it.

Odd ...

Shoving the curtains aside, he stared out over the calm and quiet OZ-base.

Such a peaceful sight at night ...

A shadow ran across the lawn that separated the house Treize occupied from the rest of the buildings. As he recognized the person running there, Milliardo's eyes narrowed.

05 ... what's he doing here?

I would know it if Treize had called him again ; we always adapt security then so that he doesn't have to kill anyone to get here safe and unseen.

The Chinese pilot seemed to be headed for the corridor that gave access to his and Treize's rooms. Taking a decision he grabbed some clothes and started to dress.

I must talk to him ... if Treize doesn't listen to me, perhaps he will.

Though I highly doubt it somehow.

They were meant for eachother ; both of them too stubborn for words.

Nevertheless ... I have to try. For both their sakes.

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His footsteps were barely audible as he walked, not because the floor dampened the sound but rather because it was his nature not to alert people of his coming. His body moved with the grace of a dancer, or a panther.

He moved silently yet he wasn't sneaking ; his attitude was that of one who had every right to be where he was and who had no reason to keep hidden. Proud.

"05." A soft voice behind him.

Behind him, where he had heard nothing, no one moving.

I could have been killed by my carelessness.

He slowly turned, considering whether or not he should face his opponent with his katana in hand. He had recognized the voice of course.

Zechs ... Treize's ally.

He never spoke to me before ; I only met him a few times.

Never on my own though ; Treize was always there too.

Naming him 'Milliardo'.

"Milliardo." The name tasted odd on his tongue, wrong somehow.

The other man seemed to flinch, losing his composure for a brief moment before regaining his calm exterior. "I need to talk to you."

"Why? I see no reason for such a thing."

He seemd unarmed ... the fool! Does he think I won't kill him because Treize likes him and because I am - have been - Treize's plaything for so long?

"Listen to me, you idiot!" Milliardo stepped forward, grabbing his shoulder and bringing their faces closer together. Wufei was too surprised by the sudden assault to react.

"This .. game you two are playing will destroy you both in the end. I can't just stand by and let that happen. You have to stop this!"

"Let go of me at once." Wufei ordered him coldly.

Milliardo gazed into his eyes briefly, then nodded and stepped back, releasing his hold on the Chinese pilot. "Well? Don't you agree with me?" he asked.

I don't want to trust him ... but why then do I have this feeling I can?

Why do I feel like he is sincere?

"I am here to permanently ... alter the relationship between me and Treize."

After tonight either him or me will no longer be amongst the living.

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Milliardo searched his face for a further clue, finding none.

I can only judge him by his words then ...

And those, I don't fully understand.

He's here to change their relationship, yet in what way?

"Are you going to stop me?" A challenge.

I could call the guards I suppose.

I sure as hell can't stop him on my own.

He stepped back. "No. Go and do what you came here for."

Whatever it is.

The Chinese pilot seemed surprised. "You're just letting me go?"

"That's what I said, didn't I?" Milliardo replied wearily.

Any change can only be for the better.

Can't it?

Before he could change his mind, the dark-eyed boy had disappeared into the shadows again, after a curt nod in Milliardo's direction.

Leaving the other man to contemplate his decision.

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Treize dreamed. Anyone observing him in his sleep might have wondered what caused him to toss and turn so restlessly. Might have wondered whose name it was that passed his lips in a whisper, barely audible.

"Wufei."

'I hate you.' The blade of a katana was pressed against his throat. 'I always hated you, only pretending I cared for you to eventually reach this moment, to eventually have you at my mercy.'

'How does it feel, Treize? How does it feel to know another person is holding your life in his hands?' A hissing voice filled with hatred.

A small stream of blood trinkling down.

He swallowed, his mouth gone dry suddenly, his tongue gone numb.

His mind grasping for words to say, finding none.

Only a name.

"Wufei!"

His eyelids fluttered open.

Just a dream ... thank god.

Then he felt the coldness against his skin. And saw the light reflected in two pools of darkness.

"Treize."

This is not a dream. He is really here, holding a sword to my neck.

"Dragon."

It was a mistake to name him that, he knew the moment the nickname left his mouth.

"I could kill you now." Wufei stated. "It would be easy."

"Indeed." Treize admitted.

~tbc?~

A/N : Next chapter may be the last one, I'm not sure yet. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter in a review ; they really help me!