Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and Trieze aren't mine, I have no intention of using this story for money. . .you know the spiel. However donations the to the 'Bishounen Anonymous' or 'BA' can be sent to. . .*gets smacked by muses and coughs straightening* Um. . .er. . .forget that last part.
After managing to conclude her last interview with the Gundam boys, Kristi received yet another memo from the 'mysterious boss,' as she started the person, to go and get an interview with Trieze. She had her initial reservations when she interviewed the Gundam guys. . .after all. . .she had a younger brother who was their ages and the thought of him and them carrying around guns and operating Mechas was quite disturbing. So of course she was slightly nervous heading to interview Trieze, at an undisclosed location, escorted by an OZ carrier.
After many hours of flying she was staring out the window at space. . .her camera guy wasn't all that talkative, so she started counting the stars. When an Oz bodyguard jokingly offered her peanuts, she lost count at 9,783. . .or was it 9,781. . .or maybe. . .um. . .never mind, the important thing was that she lost count. This, of course, angered her greatly and she nearly threw a pencil at the guy, until her camera guy reminded her the pen isn't mightier than the gun, to which she sighed and turned her attention back to the window again.
"1. . .2. . .3. . ."
After many more hours passed, she began to wonder about her one friend who she couldn't find. She had disappeared with Duo and she had a feeling more anonymous people would show up. Call it intuition. . .or whatever other word you may prefer. . .but she could feel it.
The ship. . .for she couldn't remember the name or number it was. . .came to a stop and she made her way toward the exit with her camera guy.
A soldier looking guy motioned her to stop, "arms extended out at your side, so we can search you."
"Beg pardon?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
The soldier guy grinned, "we could always strip search you. . ."
"You wouldn't dare!" she replied.
"Oh. . .really?"
Kristi sighed and held out her arms, smacking the hand of the guy who she thought should have kept his hands to himself.
"I'm going to tell Trieze!" he said rubbing his sore hand.
"Go ahead!" she challenged.
All paused to turn to her robed camera guy. . .who had a sword belted at his side and was refusing to give it up. In a puff of smoke the sword disappeared, leaving several confused OZ soldiers, until Kristi convinced them they were seeing things because they were overworked.
The first soldier blinked, "er. . .overworked. . .yeah, that's it."
Kristi patted him on the back. "Looks like you're the guy who's taking us to Trieze," she said motioning to her camera guy. "What's your name anyway?"
"They call me. . .Tim?"
Kristi blinked, "okay. . .Tim. . .let's go."
Tim, the OZ soldier guy, led her down a corridor until he smacked his forehead. "I almost forgot, you're supposed to appear in front of him properly dressed."
"Excuse me? What do you mean properly dressed?"
"You know. . .like a lady?"
She snorted, "I'm doing the interview. I don't have to bow to his whims. I'm not doing it!"
Tim casually adjusted his gun.
"Um. . .on second thought. . .I think I've changed my mind."
After half an hour of 'getting ready' Kristi emerged in an elegant black dress. She didn't mind dressing up. . .only when necessary. . .but it irked her how long everything took. Then she saw her camera guy, "you're still wearing your black robe!"
Her camera guy nodded.
"Why didn't they make you change?!"
Her camera guy shrugged.
Tim spoke up, "his black robes go with anything. . .and besides he said he didn't want to change."
Kristi was about to speak up but sighed and muttered something sounding like 'male solidarity'.
"I concur," a female voice said.
Kristi paused and turned to see a woman standing next to Tim.
Tim blinked, "Greetings Lady Une. As you know Mr. Khushrenada has his interview today."
Lady Une snapped at him, "of course I know!"
Kristi and her camera guy exchanged a look as Tim gulped.
Tim shifted slightly, "and I thought I was taking her to Treize. . ."
"No! You're not! I'm taking her!" she snapped again.
Tim gave a nod and turned smartly on his heel.
Lady Une turned, smiling warmly at Kristi. "Well come along, we don't want to keep Treize waiting."
"Okay," Kristi said as nicely as possible.
Lady Une looked to her, "nice outfit."
"Thanks."
She then turned to Kristi's camera guy and made a sniffing sound at his outfit.
Kristi gave her camera guy a warning look because he was lifting the camera over his head, with the intention of throwing it.
Lady Une turned to them as they neared a door, "one moment and I shall announce your arrival."
Kristi was enraptured by the surroundings. The door itself had intricate carvings in it and very elaborate. She nodded to her camera guy, discretely clipping a microphone to her dress.
"Greetings Ladies. . .and again whatever gentlemen that may be tuning in. I've had the camera turned on, but have been hesitant to acknowledge you fine people. Last thing I need is an OZ soldier shooting at me because I didn't keep quiet. Well, that and the fact I don't want Lady Une to get mad at me. But I am standing outside the door of Treize Khushrenada. And, as many of you may have noticed, I'm dressed in a fairly aristocratic fashion."
Lady Une emerged from the doorway. "He will see you now." She motioned them in, and then shut the door behind them with a smirk on her face.
Kristi walked in and paused. Her eyes widened slightly and she felt her jaw go slack.
"Greetings," Treize said.
After slowly blinking again, "greetings Mr. Khushre-"
"Please," he said cutting her off, "call me Treize."
The camera guy shifted slightly and Kristi knew why. Treize was sitting very nonchalantly in a bath. She could see from his abdomen up and could vaguely tell that he was not wearing anything underneath. Of course it was a nice abdomen, muscled and dripping wet, but she was determined to keep her professionalism! She kept a respectful distance and averted her eyes to anywhere but the bath, with rose petals floating on the water's surface. . .of course the camera guy was doing his job. Not like he hadn't seen what Treize had. . .he was a guy after all.
"Right. . .Treize."
"Why don't you come closer?" he said raising an arm from the water.
"All right," she took a single step forward.
Treize seemed highly amused by this. "Now now don't be shy." He motioned to a cushion next to the bath, near him. "Over here."
Taking a breath she walked with determination and sat with dignity next to him, camera guy close behind.
"Drink?" he said pouring a glass of wine.
"Sure," she said. She had a feeling she would need several stiff drinks. . .because she knew her eyes were going to gaze downward.
He smiled winningly as she drained the glass.
"Now Treize," she said, setting down the glass gracefully. "From what I know about you, I understand that you're a part of OZ and the Romefeller Foundation. Now both of these organizations are. . .for lack of better words. . .shrouded in secrecy."
"Of course," he said. "A gentleman like me cannot air his dirty laundry out in the public. In order to achieve my ends, I require a measure of secrecy to assure such."
"I see," she said, "and this secrecy involves war?"
He took a sip from his wine glass and shifted to face her fully. "Bold in your questioning aren't you?"
"Not as bold as some," she looked him in the eyes, looked down, and then looked back up, "but bold enough."
He chuckled. "Indeed."
"Now I'd like to pose a few questions," she continued.
"Sounds good," he said watching her intently.
"Now as you know I am interviewing you for the sake of those who enjoy Bishounen. That's a given. However, I would like to go deeper. . ."
"Before you do that, can you hand me a towel?" he asked.
"What? I'm not your lackey," she replied.
A random girl popped out of nowhere, coincidently with a towel in hand. She grinned and walked over to the two of them.
Kristi blinked and hissed, "Sarah? How did you get here?"
"On a ship of course," she said.
Treize regarded the two of them, amused of course.
"And why are you here?" Kristi asked her folding her arms.
"Why are you wearing a dress?"
"That's not important! They made me put it on! I'm a professional and I was playing along. Do you not think I could of taken them on with but an evil glare from my eyes?!"
Treize looked to Kristi, "an evil glare?"
Kristi paused looking to him for a moment then turned to Sarah. "I'm waiting for an answer."
"I'm Treize's towel girl of course," she replied.
"Yes she is," Treize replied standing and taking the towel.
Kristi and Sarah froze staring at him as he wrapped the towel about himself.
Kristi smacked herself and standing looked to Treize, "shall we continue where we left off?"
"Of course," he said smirking, walking over to sit in a plush chair.
Kristi turned to see Sarah still staring, in a dreamy state and rolled her eyes. She sat next to Treize. "Now I'd like to ask you about your views on battles, on war."
"Well you see," he said picking up a rose. He raised it to his nose, breathing in its scent. "A battle can be a most beautiful event. The chaos is ordered into a structure of classes, who both fight for what they believe is a just cause. It is like a delicate rose in its beautiful idea. But pluck enough petals away and you are left with nothing but the thorns; just as if you lose far too much life in a battle, it becomes the tears of blood for both sides."
Kristi silently watched him, entranced by his words. "So in a way. . .war is a noble pursuit of ideas for you. It's fine as long as no one is hurt?"
"In a way yes," he said looking to her. "I've helped to unleash several forces that encourage war. However, now I want to harness them. I will take whatever steps necessary to end war. Soulless weapons only encourage it. . .a battle must be fought with honor. The chivalry of ages long past had the right ideas."
Kristi watched as he looked into the camera and smiled winningly. Her camera guy had since set up a tripod and was handing her a note. "Well, that's all the time I have for now Treize. It's been nice talking with you. . .don't know why the Gundam guys have such a grudge against you."
Treize chuckled, "they just haven't taken the time to get to know me. It's been a pleasure." He looked her up and down then tossed her the rose. Kristi caught it and nodded slightly with a smile. "You know," he said continuing on, "I have a friend you should really interview."
"Really?"
"But of course," he replied with a smile. "A man by the name of Zechs Merquise, as some tend to call him. I'll see what I can arrange."
Kristi suppressed a grin of utmost happiness and kept a straight face. "I would like that."
She headed toward the door, but paused before her friend Sarah. Snapping her fingers in front of her face, Sarah returned to normal. Kristi could have sworn she heard her camera guy and Treize chuckle.
"Hey Sarah, why don't you help Treize finish that bottle of wine?"
Sarah grinned looking to Treize.
"Sounds good," Treize said pouring a glass.
As Kristi left she came face to face with Lady Une at the door. "Um. . .Treize said he wants some time alone. . .post bath quiet time or something like that."
Lady Une looked long and hard at her for a moment, then turned on her heel and walked away. Kristi unfolded the note looking to see the next person she was to interview, "Zechs Merquise. . .also known as Miliardo Peacecraft. . .I should of known."
Grinning slyly, she tucked the note down the front of her dress and motioned for her camera guy to follow. This next interview would be an interesting one indeed. . .
Author's Note: Well, I hope you all enjoyed that. I had to educate myself on Treize's personality so did a bit of research, especially to spell his name. Found several versions until I went on gundamofficial.com. As you can tell, by the way I ended, the next person that will be interviewed will be Zechs. *Grins* If there are any requests for Bishounen I can see what I can do. . .and if I'm in a good mood and someone really likes a character, perhaps they can make an appearance. Randomness can be a good thing. *A random Bishounen stands by the review button and motions to it, smiling in a charming way to potential reviewers*