Like Brothers, Only Not
Playroom Series: Side Story 13x6
Gundam Wing AU
Cherries
: Sorry it took so long but, I did go back and read that Rice book, and I fell in love the guy! That was a very interesting book. Any similarities to it were unintentional and weird. I decided to rewrite this chapter, too, because I thought I saw some more of the book in it. Very weird. ~_~ if I ever meet little Rice, I'm going kiss him once for writing that book and punch him one for writing it before I finished this story.
Oh and anyone prepared for a surprise? Okay. ^_^
Mostly from Treize's POV and switching to Zechs's from time to time. It starts about 3 years after Zechs and Relena are orphaned and have to live with Treize and his father. Relena's like 6, Zechs's 10 going on 11 and Treize is a deviant 16 year old. Lots of things tie in to the other stories so you should probably read them first. Oh and I missed Treize.
Chapter Three: Deception
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The blonde felt restless. Zechs sat up, deciding he needed some air for himself. He never did get use to the house. It was too big, and it was too quiet. You could hear the air barely moving and the grand fireplaces made frightening sounds late into the night. He didn't like that part. He missed his own bed. He missed his own parents. Anton was a caring and affectionate man, but that ran out quickly, or so Treize put it. He was getting taller all the time. It wouldn't be long before his name was replaced with 'boy' and he stopped receiving presents.
Zechs wrapped himself up in a robe and a blanket and made his way out the door. Right across the hall, however, he saw the unbelievable. Treize was dressed and locking his room door. He had his coat on and his car keys jingled in one hand. The older boy cursed under his breadth and slowed his actions. Resting his head against the closed door, Treize started mumbling something under his breath. He stopped, looking over to Zechs.
The younger boy frowned, "Were you going somewhere, Treize?" Treize tried to stutter an excuse but all that would come out was, "-ye-I-no-es-um..." He turned his head, unable to look Zechs directly in the eyes and lie to him. "I'm going out. That's all. I'll be back." Then the unexpected happened. Zechs ran up and wrapped his arms around him.
"Can I come too, Treize?" He looked up, "I can't go back to sleep. Can I come, please?"
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The car pulled into a small parking lot; one Treize was already familiar with. Treize cut the engine and relaxed. At the very least Peter was left behind. Treize imagined his boyfriend probably snuck out past his senile grandparents and was resting his laurels on the front porch. Treize couldn't help but smile.
Zechs sat up and frowned. "Why are we just sitting here? What were you going to do, Treize?" The blonde started to open the door, but Treize pulled him back. "Sit down, Zechs. I was coming here to sit. It's too quiet in that house. I just wanted to here and watch the traffic move past me, you know."
Four cars rushed by and the traffic lights changed up the street. Zechs sighed, "Well it is noisy. Why are there so many people late at night? Isn't this street slow in the morning?" Treize nodded. He wasn't sure he wanted to answer the question, but did so anyway. "Down the street is the hotspot." Zechs frowned, "A what?"
Treize took a deep breadth and chuckled, "Teenagers. It's a teenage hotspot. All the little tramps and wannabe tramps head up there to get laid or whatever. That's all." Zechs made a disgusted face, "Richard said he was going lay me, is that the same thing?" Treize nodded, "But I'm not going to let him do anything to you. I'm going to kick his ass if he tries anything. I use to date his older sister, he should know I don't mind pushing him around."
Zechs looked surprised, "His sister? I didn't know you liked girls!" Treize almost swallowed his own tongue. "What do you mean, you didn't know I liked girls?" Zechs frowned. "Because we always tease Relena for being girl. I thought you still felt that way about them. You don't anymore?" Treize nodded.
Zechs smiled and bowed his head. "I, I like girls too." Treize looked away. "What?" Zechs started twirling a lock of hair between his fingers. "I like girls too. Or at least one girl. At school, she's really nice to me and she plays on my team in soccer. She's a lot better than most of the boy players. Her name's Lucrezia Noin. I think her name is pretty. I really like her a lot and sometimes I dream about marrying her. Is that weird, Treize?" He said everything rushed. In the end he sat blushing and awkwardly diverting his eyes from Treize.
Treize took a deep and calmed down his own heart. He thought he could hear broken glass falling to the pit of his stomach. "I'm broken," he whispered. He washed away the thoughts and returned his attention to Zechs. The last thing the boy needed was to feel weird about being natural. It was natural for boys to grow up and like girls. He'd tried it himself for a while, but found it altogether too easy.
"Zechs," started Treize, "I think its very good you like a girl. I bet she likes you back too. Hell, that might even be why little Dickey is picking on you. Is she really pretty?" Zechs bit his lip and nodded. "Not like you or me, more like your friend Peter. She has dark hair and blue eyes. She's small and strong and um," he stopped, already too embarrassed.
Treize nudged his adoptive brother, "Go on. What else?" Zechs looked out the window with a dreamy gaze. "She smells likes vanilla and sweet flowers. Not like your pretty roses, but something girlier. And she tosses the hair in eyes away with her ring finger. She keeps cutting it really short too. I like it that way."
Treize found one thing he liked. Zechs had to compare his first crush to him. "Anything else?" Zechs nodded, "She's an angel. I want to protect her all the time. And she has really cute boots." Treize raised an eyebrow. "Boots? You noticed her boots?" Zechs nodded, "Next year, we have to wear uniforms, and she hates that. So wears these tall purple boots all the time. She doesn't think its right for a school to force conformity just because we're shorter."
Treize laughed, "I wear a uniform. I've always preferred it." Zechs shook his head, "That's because you've been institutionalized. All you know is your regulations." Treize laughed again and started the car up. "Lets find something to eat. I didn't tell you yet, but they predict the snow is going to get heavier in a couple of hours. We should have a snow day."
Zechs clapped and jumped out of his seat. "Yes!"
Treize scratched his head with nervous energy. "Well, I guess we should go home. Before someone comes looking for us. It's almost dawn." Zechs raised and eyebrow, "But you just said we were getting something to eat? No one's going to notice. I locked my door." He reached into his coat pocket. "See, I took the only key." Treize shook his head. "No, I forgot about Une and that damn mast key. It'll open everything, including out empty rooms. We should just go home."
The blonde sat back and buckled his seatbelt with a sigh. "Alright Treize. You know better than I do."
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Anton sat the head of the table reading a newspaper. He hardly looked up when his son came and sat down beside him. The front headline read about the newest installment to the university in the city and it's newest patient. Treize squinted to get a good look of a small child with black hair sitting behind a tall woman. "What's the child's name, father? I think I've seen him before."
Anton finally looked up and turned the page. "Oh, it's the child from the murder mystery. He's gone mute or autistic or something. They're putting him in the hospital. Sad little thing." Treize sat down and tried to remember. "You mean from a few years ago? The little boy saw his mother and sister killed right? He'd been molested or something by the attacker, right?" Anton nodded.
The old general sighed and sat the paper aside. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you, Treize." He looked up at the portrait of his late wife. "You all I have of her, you understand." Treize nodded. He started to think maybe his father didn't talk to him, because it wasn't necessary. It was like they were mind readers, but he and Anton had an understanding about the things that count at least. Maybe that was more important than pet names and presents.
Anton cleared his throat and disturbed Treize's line of thought. "Snow outside. I don't know why they close the bloody school down. When I was boy, I walked in the snow, rain, mud and was even struck by lightning on occasion. All to make it to school. Damn shame."
Treize smiled at his father, "Of course you did. The Governor couldn't afford to send you elsewhere, General Anton?" Anton smiled, "Well, maybe."
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Peter sat at home. His grandmother was calling him down to breakfast. He wasn't thinking about food. He couldn't. He had to come up with some way to get back at Treize. He'd just spent four hours outside his home's gate waiting. He felt he might come down with a cold. // "I swear, I'm going to make you pay for this, you bastard." //
Just when he was about to resign himself to bed, a snowball hit his window. Peter looked out his window and saw a group of kids enjoying all the new snow and using his window for target practice. Then the idea came to him. He recognized the younger brother of his ex-girlfriend. Technically, Karen Haley was everyone's ex-girlfriend. But he remembered that this particular boy was particularly violent and more or less obsessed Zechs Merquise.
A plan that would most likely give Treize a lot to worry about, and cry over, was forming in the back of his hormonal brain. Peter dressed in his coat and made his way past his grandfather. The old man sixty years sat with a book in his lap. The old man looked up and frown, "You were out last night. I heard the gate close." Peter nodded, "Yes. Why?" The old man sighed and went back to his book.
Outside, Richard Haley and his comrades had started building a snowball reserve. So far they had over fifty and were planning to wheel them over to his sister's car. Richard's hands were busy packing the snow into balls. From time to time he bit his cherry red lips. His hair was brown with blonde streaks and came down over his olive green eyes. He wasn't taller than Zechs, but had a sense that he was. He knew he was good at manipulating people, and so did his four friends. The person his initial charm hadn't worked on was Zechs Merquise. He hated him.
Richard was very proud of his four friends, though. Two of them were twins. Red heads of Irish descent named Thomas and Timothy McNeal. They were in fact a year older than Richard and had just moved to there. They're father was a famous engineer they were uniquely interested following in his footsteps. However, they had a problem with making friends and usually followed a hive mind wherever they went. In this case, they followed Haley.
Another member was Patrick Dumas. Pat wasn't the smartest member. His nickname was 'Big Gun' because of his unusual 6'1 height and bulky muscle. His blonde hair was short and he beady brown eyes. The only reason he helped Richard no matter what was because the boy hadn't made fun of him when he was younger. Richard told him that they were best friends. He was the most loyal to Haley.
The last member was the youngest. A boy named Collin Carter or 'CC'. CC was the youngest by a few months and smaller than the others. He appeared very innocent with his big brown eyes and brown bowl cut. He was also the meanest, thanks to his parents' very troubled divorce. He had no problem with starting an argument and ending a fight, in broken bones. He was small, but his temper made up for it.
Peter approached these children with a smirk on his face. He looked over to Haley and cleared his throat to get attention. When the boy looked up, Peter smiled. "What's up little Haley? Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" Haley frowned and looked over to Patrick. "Push him out of here. I don't have to time for him."
Before Patrick could stand up, Peter pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "Lets go have cigarette, little Haley. I need to talk to you about something." Haley rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to ask my sister anything for you. Why does all you high school pricks think I'm her pimp?"
Peter shrugged, "It has nothing to do with her. I just wanted to know something about you. Come here." The twins frowned, "Back off. Our dad said your dad died in a prison." Peter nodded, "So? What does that have to do with anything?" Timothy looked away, but Thomas spoke up. "Your dad died when a couple sadists gagged him, after he killed someone there." Peter put his lighter away. "My dad didn't kill anyone. He was framed."
Haley shrugged, "I'm coming." He looked over Patrick. "Keep stacking Pat. I'll be back in a second."
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Relena held onto her brother's hand. She loved having the little private lake freeze over, that meant it was a little private skating rink. Zechs pulled her along and chased after Treize. The older boy was skating backwards and taunting his young adversary. "Catch up old boy, catch up." Zechs grinned and released his sister's hand to chase after Treize.
Relena frowned and wobbled after them.
The whole morning had been wonderful. Treize decided it was in his best interest to simply avoid Peter for the rest of his life and stay beside Zechs, even if the boy wanted to marry a girl. He'd asked to be the best man. What mattered was that he was happy to be Zechs's friend.
"Zechs, you're getting really slow. I thought you were faster than that." Treize turned and skater even faster. Zechs took a deep breath. "You want to see fast? I'll show you fast." He stretched his arms and then, he was off. Relena pouted and stopped altogether, knowing it was impossible to keep up with them now.
Zechs started speed skating faster than his legs should carry him. He quickly caught up to Treize and drove the older boy to the side of the pond, where they both fell over in the snow. Treize tried to pin Zechs, but the boy was already straddling him. "I got you Treize." Treize felt his heart jump and responded, "Yes you do."
Zechs laughed and started to get up. He felt himself pulled back. Treize tugged his head down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Zechs sighed and laid his head down on Treize's chest. "I think I can hear your heartbeat, even with your coat on." Treize kissed the top of the blonde's head. "Really? That's because I have a big heart." The blonde giggled, "Let me up Treize, its cold." Treize kept holding him around the shoulders. "Just a minute longer."
Anton stood holding Relena's left hand and her skates. He wasn't sure of what he saw. Whatever they were doing they were going to stop. "Boy? You left this little snow bunny way over. Come and get her." He watched as Treize sat up and came back down the frozen pond. "Oh and Zechs. There's a phone call for you inside. A little girl name Noin."
Zechs hurried over to Anton with a blush on his face, "Lucrezia called me? Whatever for?" Anton smiled and patted the boy on the head. "How should I know? You better get going."
Treize stayed in the middle of the pond and looked back at where he was just lying. He sighed and went to his father.
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Peter watched as Haley threw up after trying to smoke a cigarette. His heaving was becoming obnoxious and Peter decided to never give a kid a cigarette again. "Are you done yet little Haley?" The boy sat up and wiped his mouth. "I'll do it."
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TBC
Whew, I hope I can add to this sooner this time.
Playroom Series: Side Story 13x6
Gundam Wing AU
Cherries
: Sorry it took so long but, I did go back and read that Rice book, and I fell in love the guy! That was a very interesting book. Any similarities to it were unintentional and weird. I decided to rewrite this chapter, too, because I thought I saw some more of the book in it. Very weird. ~_~ if I ever meet little Rice, I'm going kiss him once for writing that book and punch him one for writing it before I finished this story.
Oh and anyone prepared for a surprise? Okay. ^_^
Mostly from Treize's POV and switching to Zechs's from time to time. It starts about 3 years after Zechs and Relena are orphaned and have to live with Treize and his father. Relena's like 6, Zechs's 10 going on 11 and Treize is a deviant 16 year old. Lots of things tie in to the other stories so you should probably read them first. Oh and I missed Treize.
Chapter Three: Deception
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The blonde felt restless. Zechs sat up, deciding he needed some air for himself. He never did get use to the house. It was too big, and it was too quiet. You could hear the air barely moving and the grand fireplaces made frightening sounds late into the night. He didn't like that part. He missed his own bed. He missed his own parents. Anton was a caring and affectionate man, but that ran out quickly, or so Treize put it. He was getting taller all the time. It wouldn't be long before his name was replaced with 'boy' and he stopped receiving presents.
Zechs wrapped himself up in a robe and a blanket and made his way out the door. Right across the hall, however, he saw the unbelievable. Treize was dressed and locking his room door. He had his coat on and his car keys jingled in one hand. The older boy cursed under his breadth and slowed his actions. Resting his head against the closed door, Treize started mumbling something under his breath. He stopped, looking over to Zechs.
The younger boy frowned, "Were you going somewhere, Treize?" Treize tried to stutter an excuse but all that would come out was, "-ye-I-no-es-um..." He turned his head, unable to look Zechs directly in the eyes and lie to him. "I'm going out. That's all. I'll be back." Then the unexpected happened. Zechs ran up and wrapped his arms around him.
"Can I come too, Treize?" He looked up, "I can't go back to sleep. Can I come, please?"
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The car pulled into a small parking lot; one Treize was already familiar with. Treize cut the engine and relaxed. At the very least Peter was left behind. Treize imagined his boyfriend probably snuck out past his senile grandparents and was resting his laurels on the front porch. Treize couldn't help but smile.
Zechs sat up and frowned. "Why are we just sitting here? What were you going to do, Treize?" The blonde started to open the door, but Treize pulled him back. "Sit down, Zechs. I was coming here to sit. It's too quiet in that house. I just wanted to here and watch the traffic move past me, you know."
Four cars rushed by and the traffic lights changed up the street. Zechs sighed, "Well it is noisy. Why are there so many people late at night? Isn't this street slow in the morning?" Treize nodded. He wasn't sure he wanted to answer the question, but did so anyway. "Down the street is the hotspot." Zechs frowned, "A what?"
Treize took a deep breadth and chuckled, "Teenagers. It's a teenage hotspot. All the little tramps and wannabe tramps head up there to get laid or whatever. That's all." Zechs made a disgusted face, "Richard said he was going lay me, is that the same thing?" Treize nodded, "But I'm not going to let him do anything to you. I'm going to kick his ass if he tries anything. I use to date his older sister, he should know I don't mind pushing him around."
Zechs looked surprised, "His sister? I didn't know you liked girls!" Treize almost swallowed his own tongue. "What do you mean, you didn't know I liked girls?" Zechs frowned. "Because we always tease Relena for being girl. I thought you still felt that way about them. You don't anymore?" Treize nodded.
Zechs smiled and bowed his head. "I, I like girls too." Treize looked away. "What?" Zechs started twirling a lock of hair between his fingers. "I like girls too. Or at least one girl. At school, she's really nice to me and she plays on my team in soccer. She's a lot better than most of the boy players. Her name's Lucrezia Noin. I think her name is pretty. I really like her a lot and sometimes I dream about marrying her. Is that weird, Treize?" He said everything rushed. In the end he sat blushing and awkwardly diverting his eyes from Treize.
Treize took a deep and calmed down his own heart. He thought he could hear broken glass falling to the pit of his stomach. "I'm broken," he whispered. He washed away the thoughts and returned his attention to Zechs. The last thing the boy needed was to feel weird about being natural. It was natural for boys to grow up and like girls. He'd tried it himself for a while, but found it altogether too easy.
"Zechs," started Treize, "I think its very good you like a girl. I bet she likes you back too. Hell, that might even be why little Dickey is picking on you. Is she really pretty?" Zechs bit his lip and nodded. "Not like you or me, more like your friend Peter. She has dark hair and blue eyes. She's small and strong and um," he stopped, already too embarrassed.
Treize nudged his adoptive brother, "Go on. What else?" Zechs looked out the window with a dreamy gaze. "She smells likes vanilla and sweet flowers. Not like your pretty roses, but something girlier. And she tosses the hair in eyes away with her ring finger. She keeps cutting it really short too. I like it that way."
Treize found one thing he liked. Zechs had to compare his first crush to him. "Anything else?" Zechs nodded, "She's an angel. I want to protect her all the time. And she has really cute boots." Treize raised an eyebrow. "Boots? You noticed her boots?" Zechs nodded, "Next year, we have to wear uniforms, and she hates that. So wears these tall purple boots all the time. She doesn't think its right for a school to force conformity just because we're shorter."
Treize laughed, "I wear a uniform. I've always preferred it." Zechs shook his head, "That's because you've been institutionalized. All you know is your regulations." Treize laughed again and started the car up. "Lets find something to eat. I didn't tell you yet, but they predict the snow is going to get heavier in a couple of hours. We should have a snow day."
Zechs clapped and jumped out of his seat. "Yes!"
Treize scratched his head with nervous energy. "Well, I guess we should go home. Before someone comes looking for us. It's almost dawn." Zechs raised and eyebrow, "But you just said we were getting something to eat? No one's going to notice. I locked my door." He reached into his coat pocket. "See, I took the only key." Treize shook his head. "No, I forgot about Une and that damn mast key. It'll open everything, including out empty rooms. We should just go home."
The blonde sat back and buckled his seatbelt with a sigh. "Alright Treize. You know better than I do."
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Anton sat the head of the table reading a newspaper. He hardly looked up when his son came and sat down beside him. The front headline read about the newest installment to the university in the city and it's newest patient. Treize squinted to get a good look of a small child with black hair sitting behind a tall woman. "What's the child's name, father? I think I've seen him before."
Anton finally looked up and turned the page. "Oh, it's the child from the murder mystery. He's gone mute or autistic or something. They're putting him in the hospital. Sad little thing." Treize sat down and tried to remember. "You mean from a few years ago? The little boy saw his mother and sister killed right? He'd been molested or something by the attacker, right?" Anton nodded.
The old general sighed and sat the paper aside. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you, Treize." He looked up at the portrait of his late wife. "You all I have of her, you understand." Treize nodded. He started to think maybe his father didn't talk to him, because it wasn't necessary. It was like they were mind readers, but he and Anton had an understanding about the things that count at least. Maybe that was more important than pet names and presents.
Anton cleared his throat and disturbed Treize's line of thought. "Snow outside. I don't know why they close the bloody school down. When I was boy, I walked in the snow, rain, mud and was even struck by lightning on occasion. All to make it to school. Damn shame."
Treize smiled at his father, "Of course you did. The Governor couldn't afford to send you elsewhere, General Anton?" Anton smiled, "Well, maybe."
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Peter sat at home. His grandmother was calling him down to breakfast. He wasn't thinking about food. He couldn't. He had to come up with some way to get back at Treize. He'd just spent four hours outside his home's gate waiting. He felt he might come down with a cold. // "I swear, I'm going to make you pay for this, you bastard." //
Just when he was about to resign himself to bed, a snowball hit his window. Peter looked out his window and saw a group of kids enjoying all the new snow and using his window for target practice. Then the idea came to him. He recognized the younger brother of his ex-girlfriend. Technically, Karen Haley was everyone's ex-girlfriend. But he remembered that this particular boy was particularly violent and more or less obsessed Zechs Merquise.
A plan that would most likely give Treize a lot to worry about, and cry over, was forming in the back of his hormonal brain. Peter dressed in his coat and made his way past his grandfather. The old man sixty years sat with a book in his lap. The old man looked up and frown, "You were out last night. I heard the gate close." Peter nodded, "Yes. Why?" The old man sighed and went back to his book.
Outside, Richard Haley and his comrades had started building a snowball reserve. So far they had over fifty and were planning to wheel them over to his sister's car. Richard's hands were busy packing the snow into balls. From time to time he bit his cherry red lips. His hair was brown with blonde streaks and came down over his olive green eyes. He wasn't taller than Zechs, but had a sense that he was. He knew he was good at manipulating people, and so did his four friends. The person his initial charm hadn't worked on was Zechs Merquise. He hated him.
Richard was very proud of his four friends, though. Two of them were twins. Red heads of Irish descent named Thomas and Timothy McNeal. They were in fact a year older than Richard and had just moved to there. They're father was a famous engineer they were uniquely interested following in his footsteps. However, they had a problem with making friends and usually followed a hive mind wherever they went. In this case, they followed Haley.
Another member was Patrick Dumas. Pat wasn't the smartest member. His nickname was 'Big Gun' because of his unusual 6'1 height and bulky muscle. His blonde hair was short and he beady brown eyes. The only reason he helped Richard no matter what was because the boy hadn't made fun of him when he was younger. Richard told him that they were best friends. He was the most loyal to Haley.
The last member was the youngest. A boy named Collin Carter or 'CC'. CC was the youngest by a few months and smaller than the others. He appeared very innocent with his big brown eyes and brown bowl cut. He was also the meanest, thanks to his parents' very troubled divorce. He had no problem with starting an argument and ending a fight, in broken bones. He was small, but his temper made up for it.
Peter approached these children with a smirk on his face. He looked over to Haley and cleared his throat to get attention. When the boy looked up, Peter smiled. "What's up little Haley? Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" Haley frowned and looked over to Patrick. "Push him out of here. I don't have to time for him."
Before Patrick could stand up, Peter pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "Lets go have cigarette, little Haley. I need to talk to you about something." Haley rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to ask my sister anything for you. Why does all you high school pricks think I'm her pimp?"
Peter shrugged, "It has nothing to do with her. I just wanted to know something about you. Come here." The twins frowned, "Back off. Our dad said your dad died in a prison." Peter nodded, "So? What does that have to do with anything?" Timothy looked away, but Thomas spoke up. "Your dad died when a couple sadists gagged him, after he killed someone there." Peter put his lighter away. "My dad didn't kill anyone. He was framed."
Haley shrugged, "I'm coming." He looked over Patrick. "Keep stacking Pat. I'll be back in a second."
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Relena held onto her brother's hand. She loved having the little private lake freeze over, that meant it was a little private skating rink. Zechs pulled her along and chased after Treize. The older boy was skating backwards and taunting his young adversary. "Catch up old boy, catch up." Zechs grinned and released his sister's hand to chase after Treize.
Relena frowned and wobbled after them.
The whole morning had been wonderful. Treize decided it was in his best interest to simply avoid Peter for the rest of his life and stay beside Zechs, even if the boy wanted to marry a girl. He'd asked to be the best man. What mattered was that he was happy to be Zechs's friend.
"Zechs, you're getting really slow. I thought you were faster than that." Treize turned and skater even faster. Zechs took a deep breath. "You want to see fast? I'll show you fast." He stretched his arms and then, he was off. Relena pouted and stopped altogether, knowing it was impossible to keep up with them now.
Zechs started speed skating faster than his legs should carry him. He quickly caught up to Treize and drove the older boy to the side of the pond, where they both fell over in the snow. Treize tried to pin Zechs, but the boy was already straddling him. "I got you Treize." Treize felt his heart jump and responded, "Yes you do."
Zechs laughed and started to get up. He felt himself pulled back. Treize tugged his head down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Zechs sighed and laid his head down on Treize's chest. "I think I can hear your heartbeat, even with your coat on." Treize kissed the top of the blonde's head. "Really? That's because I have a big heart." The blonde giggled, "Let me up Treize, its cold." Treize kept holding him around the shoulders. "Just a minute longer."
Anton stood holding Relena's left hand and her skates. He wasn't sure of what he saw. Whatever they were doing they were going to stop. "Boy? You left this little snow bunny way over. Come and get her." He watched as Treize sat up and came back down the frozen pond. "Oh and Zechs. There's a phone call for you inside. A little girl name Noin."
Zechs hurried over to Anton with a blush on his face, "Lucrezia called me? Whatever for?" Anton smiled and patted the boy on the head. "How should I know? You better get going."
Treize stayed in the middle of the pond and looked back at where he was just lying. He sighed and went to his father.
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Peter watched as Haley threw up after trying to smoke a cigarette. His heaving was becoming obnoxious and Peter decided to never give a kid a cigarette again. "Are you done yet little Haley?" The boy sat up and wiped his mouth. "I'll do it."
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TBC
Whew, I hope I can add to this sooner this time.