Gundam Wing and its characters are owned by the nice people at Bandai please don't sue me. Gwendelin Wynneburrow and her family are mine.
Note: Italics means it is a characters thoughts.
Parings: 13 x 4 non-con
Chapter 5: A Mission of PainThe group of friends woke late the next morning. Stepping out of their rooms the group all had to smile. They could see that they all had split off into pairs. They then all went to the sun porch so they could get breakfast. While they ate the guys all chatted about different things. Gwendelin sat quietly not talking to anyone. Quatre looked over at Gwendelin and seemed worried, he had never seen her so quiet and almost sad. Looking into her green eyes he saw a sadness in them.
"Gwendelin, what's wrong, what's bothering you?" Quatre asked.
"We have a new mission." Gwendelin whispered.
The boys all stopped talking, there faces all changed from happy to being a somber warrior. There eyes all focused on Gwendelin, who was looking down at the table.
"What is the mission, Gwen." Heero said.
"To steal information about the off shore facility. The information is locked in a file on General Khushrenada' s personal computer. We need to get in and get the General to trust the person we send and possibly seduce him for the information." Gwendelin said.
"Gwendelin, yeah the mission sounds hard but, its not like we can't do it. You all know that Trowa and I had the hardest lives and can handle this mission…"
"We can't send you or Trowa, Duo?" Gwen stated.
"Why do you say that?" Trowa asked.
"I met General Khushrenada once when I was younger. We were at a party and my older brother Jeremy was kidding when he said to be careful around Lt. Khushrenada at the time because he loved beautiful things especially people with blond or auburn hair. I've never forgotten that for some reason, and knowing this means that we can either send me or Quatre." Gwendelin stated.
"What! No Gwen, there is no way we are going to send you or Quatre on a mission like this." Wufei stated strongly.
"There is no other way. Gwen' s right her or I have to go. Actually I should be saying I have to go because General Khushrenada will know who Gwendelin is just because of her family." Quatre said.
"What do you mean by that Quatre? Why would he know Gwen?" Heero asked.
"My father is the Lord of Essex, and a member of the Romefellor foundation. Which yes makes me a Countess in the British courts. That is why Treize knows who I am, because of my Father." Gwen whispered.
"Which is why we can't send Gwendelin, Treize would know her." Quatre said.
"Quatre, don't get me wrong, but what do you know about seducing a man. Also are you going to be able to let Khushrenada go as far as he wants with out stopping? I mean your going to have to sleep with him for this information." Duo stated.
"Duo, there is no way to know if I can if I don't try." Quatre said, "Heero get me a uniform and on the records for the base that way I can get in." Quatre then stood up and left the room. He went to get things ready for the hardest mission he had dealt with yet.
It was mid-afternoon and General Treize Khushrenada had already started drinking himself into a stupor. His ginger hair was slightly out of place from having run his hand through it. He sat at his desk with a bottle of cognac in his hand. Treize closed his sapphire eyes and thought back over what had happened in only a few hours time.
:Flashback:
"General Khushrenada" a soldier called over the loud speaker.
"Yes, what is it." Treize said, not looking up from his paperwork.
"Duke Dermail is on the line for you."
"Thank you," Treize said, turning on the view screen on his desk, "Duke Dermail what can I do for you?"
Duke Dermail was an older man of 70 years. He had well kept, short white hair and blue eyes. He wore a white and light green military uniform jacket. Looking at him Treize knew this was not a pleasure call and that he was once again going to be defending his actions in this war.
"I wanted to congratulate you dear boy on being promoted and the excellently run coup of the Alliance military forces." Duke Dermail said.
"Dear boy! I've been legally an adult for 7 years and a military officer for almost 12 years and I'm still just a boy to you! And you wonder why I hate dealing with you." Treize thought angrily, but he did not voice or show any sign of his anger when he spoke, "Duke Dermail, I thank you for you congratulations, however it is my men that deserve the thanks and the credit. Without them this coup would not have happened."
"Oh dear boy, always so modest. Now we have business that I need to discuss with you," Duke Dermail said, "We are creating a new plan to destroy the Gundam pilots. We are training a new pilot named Michael Fletcher. He is going to be trained in a secret base in the jungle north of where you are. I am placing his training in your hands. This would make Romefellor very happy, General. We want to make sure that his plan does not fail."
"Very well, Duke Dermail when can I expect Mr. Fletcher to be arriving."
"He should be there in a few days time. Now I have a complaint to take up with you."
"What might this complaint be, Sir." Treize said, sitting back in his chair.
"My complaint is that you still have not signed off on the production of a pro-type Mobile Doll and Romefellor wants to know why?' Duke Dermail stated.
"Duke Dermail, I thought I had all ready made myself clear on my stance on Mobile Dolls." Treize stated, "Mobile Dolls have no place in battles with soldiers. With Mobile Dolls there will be no strategies and planning, no glory in victory. These Mobile Dolls have no place in a war and have no place in OZ."
"You forget, dear boy that Romefellor has already told Tuberov that he could make this prototype."
"I will not allow these dolls in OZ!" Treize stated harshly.
"Don't use that tone of voice on me boy. Romefellor is how your precious OZ has any funding at all. If it wasn't for us, General, you would still be a Colonel in the Alliance trapped in a dead end roll." Duke Dermail ordered, "Now you listen to me, I am giving you one hour to sign that paperwork or Romefellor will be forced to charge you with treason and have you court marshaled. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly, Sir." Treize said, holding his anger back.
Duke Dermail then left, ending the conversation. Treize let his mask down as his head fell into his hands on the desk. He wondered why his Uncle always seemed to make him feel like a child again.
"An hour to decide whether or not to end my military career all over some robotic doll that has no place in battle. Damn you, Dermail you knew I did not want these things in battle and now you are forcing me to decide on them."
The chime of his intercom interrupted Treize's thoughts. He looked up and sighed, "Here we go again." He then reached over and turned on the intercom," Yes, what is it."
"Sorry to disturb you sir, but Mr. Tuberov is on the screen for you." The soldier said uneasily.
"Thank you, Soldier." Treize said.
He then straightened up in his seat, placing his masks back on. He then turned back on the visual screen, "Tuberov, what can I do for you." Treize said coldly.
"General, why haven't you signed off on my prototype."
"Because I do not feel that Mobile Dolls have any place in battle, Tuberov."
"What? Romefellor has already agreed to it. You have no option but to sign it!" Tuberov yelled.
"Romefellor may have agreed but, I do not."
"You don't have a choice, it's all planned out if you don't sign that paper. You not only will be court marshaled, but you are to be executed as well so you had better sign it!"
Tuberov then slammed his screen off. Treize sat there at his desk his head whirling with what he had just heard. Now it was not just his career, but his life on the line.
"Damn you Romefellor, you knew that I would have to sign this if my life was involved," Treize thought as he stood up from his desk and walked to his window. "I've orchestrated a coup of the Alliance military across the globe. I am dealing with five Gundam Pilots trying to kill my men. And now they turn on me, why? What have I done to deserve this fate? Sighs Oh Zechs why do you have to be in Nairobi when I need you here. At least then I would have you to confide in. Well I guess I will have to deal with this problem on my own."
Treize walked over to his desk and opened up his top right hand drawer. He then pulled out a thin manila folder. Sitting down at his desk again he opened the folder and started to read the report within. He sighed as he took a pen out and signed his name to the bottom of the page. Treize then ran for the soldier outside."
"Yes, Sir?" The soldier asked stepping into the office.
"Will you please have this delivered to the Romefellor headquarters." Treize said.
"Of course Sir. And Lord Essex is here to see you." The soldier stated.
"Oh, thank you, please show him in." Treize said.
Bryant Wynneburrow, Lord of Essex was a middle aged man of 50 years He had white hair at his temples and the rest was strawberry blond in color. He had it cut in a short wavy style. His eyes were a soft green-hazel. He smiled at Treize as he walked toward him.
"Treize, congratulations on your promotion." Essex said shaking Treize's hand.
"Thank you Lord Essex, but without my men this promotion would not have happened." Treize said politely.
"Always so modest, and please call me Bryant."
"Very Well, Bryant. Now what can I do for you?"
"I have a well…a request of you."
"Go on."
"I have a few days ago spoken with your Mother and we have both agreed to this but, I want your approval," Bryant said, "I have an 18-year-old daughter named Gwendelin. We have come to an agreement and would like the two of you to marry. I am requesting that you consider whether you will agree to this arranged marriage or not."
"Does your daughter know of this marriage?" Treize asked.
"She does not know yet. However, she has agreed to an arranged marriage with whom ever I choose." Lord Essex stated.
"Lord Essex, I would like to make a slight change to your request. Yes, I will agree to the arranged marriage however, I would like Miss Wynneburrow to have a choice whether or not to agree to the marriage." Treize said.
"What are you trying to get at, Treize?"
"I am asking to court your daughter. If she does love me then I will marry her." Treize said.
"Wonderful, well I will get ahold of my daughter and see if the three of us can meet." Lord Essex said rising, "I will call you to set up a time later on."
"That will be fine. Thank you for coming and I look forward to meeting your daughter." Treize smiled, walking Lord Essex to the door.
Shutting the door after Lord Essex left Treize wanted to collapse. Not from exhaustion or sickness but from emotional stress. He wasn't prepared for Lord Essex to just offer him his only daughter and living child. Walking back to his desk, Treize's mind traveled back to a party held three years prior. He tried to remember what Gwendelin had looked like. However, with all the people he had seen all he could remember was that her hair at the time had been long and auburn in color. He knew that then she was only 15 years old.
"Probably why I don't remember her so much. I was twenty-one years old. She was just a child. I wonder what she's like. Would she understand my life and the problems I go through every day…wait that is a dumb question of course she would, her Father is in Romefellor and her older brother was killed in an Alliance attack. She's dealt with pain. Yet still, she's probably never had someone yell at her, let alone threaten her life."
Treize's thoughts for the third time that day were interrupted by his intercom. He reached over and punched it on a little harder than was necessary.
"Yes, what is it?" Treize snapped.
"Sorry to disturb you, Sir but Lady Une is here to see you, Sir."
"Very well show her in."
The door to Treize's office opened and a young woman entered the room. Mentally Treize had to smile when he saw his aid, her light blue eyes flashed with a look of longing, which left just as quickly. Treize knew his aid was in love with him, the problem was he did not love her. He offered for Une to sit, which she did not accept, instead she remained standing at military attention.
"What can I help you with, Lady?" Treize asked.
"The information you wanted sent to Romefellor headquarters was sent and received. They sent this message for you Your Excellency." Lady Une said, handing Treize a memo.
Treize looked over the letter quickly. The memo was from Duke Dermail thanking him for agreeing to his demands. Treize shook his head in disgust, knowing he was forced into this decision and was not even given a choice really. He then looked back up at Lady Une.
"Yes, these two reports have both come for you," Une commented, handing Treize the reports, "The first is on Michael Fletcher a new mission agent. The second is on a new Lieutenant, a Quatre Winner. He is coming here to meet with you. He should be here by one."
"Very well, please let the front desk know that I do not want to be disturbed till Lieutenant Winner gets here." Treize said, drained.
"Yes, Your Excellence." Une then left the room to go do Treize's bidding.
Once Une left, Treize fell back against the back of his chair. He shut his eyes and shook hi head in defeat. He wondered if his morning could have gotten any worse. With everything that was going on, it did not really surprise Treize that his thoughts traveled to his best friend, Zechs Marquise.
"Zechs, what would you say if you saw me like this. Could you even believe that I feel so defeated? Yes perfect Treize who always seems to hold his composure is now having small cracks form in that perfect mask. I shouldn't have sent you to Nairobi I should have had you here, by my side to help me. At least then I would have someone to talk to about my problems."
Treize then got up and walked to a side cupboard that stood against the right hand wall. The cabinet was full of different types of liquors. Treize removed two bottles of an expensive cognac. He then moved back to his desk and sat down. At first Treize thought he was just going to have a few drinks before Lieutenant Winner arrived and then get drunk after. He ran his hand through his hair bring it out of place. Treize uncapped the first bottle and instead of pouring the liquor into a glass, just drank it straight from the bottle.
:End Flashback:
Treize's few drinks had turned quickly into a whole bottle of cognac. At that point Treize had no will to stop and undid the cap on the second bottle before downing half of it. Treize, looked at the clock on the left-hand wall, he hazily read that it said 12:45. His brain registered that Lieutenant Winner was arriving in 15 minutes but that was silenced by a deeply hidden thought one that Treize did not know he was even having. One of taking his friend Zechs over his desk right then. Treize felt himself coming to life thinking about his friend lying on his back naked, mask off revealing his deep blue eyes and perfect corn silk blond hair.
As these thoughts raged more and more a small, tentative knock sounded at Treize's door. Treize growled for the person to enter. The boy who walked quietly into the room surprised him.
Lieutenant Winner was, to Treize's raging mind, gorgeous. "Well he looks like an angel, silky blond hair that gets in his aqua eyes just like Zechs. He's shorter by about a foot but, that doesn't matter if he was over a desk he would be the perfect height. And I'm sure he is hiding a good size package in his pants. Fucking him sure would be enjoyable." A small voice in Treize's mind told him to stop however, with the amount of alcohol he had consumed he never heard it. Causing Treize to make one of the biggest mistakes of his life.
Quatre stood outside General Khushrenada' s door. He felt weird being in the OZ military uniform for he knew that it was showing him a little more than he was use to. "But, this is the correct size uniform, maybe it's just the style." Quat thought as he tentatively knocked on the door. He shivered when he heard the angry growl from within telling him to enter. Carefully, Quatre entered the room, fixing his gaze on the General who sat behind his desk.
"Well Gwen was right he is very attractive. Though something just doesn't feel right." Quatre thought walking forward.
"Hello Sir, My name is Lieutenant Quatre Winner, Sir."
"Hello Lieutenant…I am General Treize Khushrenada. Now, What is your…training in." Treize said a little huskily.
"My job is to be a personal aid for you, Sir. Romefellor thought that this would work out so that when you need to send your aid-de-camp out I'll still be here to assist you Sir." Quatre said.
"Oh and you will," Treize thought rising from his desk. He walked over to where the boy stood and outstretched his hand, "I look forward to working with you Lieutenant Winner."
"Thank you Sir. When would you like me to start?" Quatre asked.
"How about right now." Treize answered, his voice dripping with sexual tension.
Treize then bent down and forced a bruising kiss on Quatre' s lips. Quat tried to pull away, but found himself locked in an iron grip. Powerless to stop it Quatre stood frozen as Treize forced his mouth open for his questing tongue. Quatre started shaking as Treize's hands started ripping his clothing from him leaving him completely naked. The General then threw Quatre against his desk, Quat was just barely able to catch himself before he fell on top of it. He didn't even think of moving as Treize stalked toward him removing clothing as he went. Quatre looked, pleadingly into Treize's eyes for him to stop, only to be greeted with two sapphire orbs filled with lust, rage, and anger. Quatre knew he was trapped and, screaming would ruin the mission and get him killed. Instead Quatre tried to slip into himself as Treize bent him over the desk, placing his hole at the perfect height for pentration. His wall however, was not strong enough to withstand the pain of being raped without any preparation. Quatre silently cried out in terror as Treize filled him with his seed. Finishing with Quatre, Treize pulled out and started to walk away. Through tear filled eyes Quatre watched Treize take up a bottle of cognac from behind his desk, take a large gulp and then collapse on the couch in the middle of the room. Quatre crawled off of the desk when he heard Treize start snoring. He curled up on the floor in a little ball and just sobbed.
"Trowa! He raped me, Trowa. Now you're never going to want me! Oh you were right I never should have come here. Why did he rape me? Was it because of the cognac he drank, was he drunk? Oh please, please don't let him wake up and do this to me again. Please I don't want to be raped again mission or no mission." Quatre continued to sob late into the night, when he heard his rapist start to wake.