Hey! Umm... This chapter's quite frustrating. Unefeels stupid here. (No offense to those who adore her! I love her as much as you do)Sorry for wrong grammars, wrong spellings, etc...Still, this is my first second chapter so please read and review. Btw, I want to thank those who reviewed:
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The next day, Lady Une was lounging around the balcony. She was trembling, from fear or from hurt, no one knows. The breeze was cool upon her face, which was wet from tears. She had cried the whole night. She gave out a heavy sigh, as if the world has crumbled upon her shoulders… She bent down and rested her head upon her arms on the railing. "People would laugh if they saw Lady Une like this…." She muttered under her breath.

"Is that so?" Lady Une turned her head and saw Treize in a white tuxedo with a beautiful rose in his left chest pocket. Lady Une's mouth fell open without her noticing it. Treize smiled, or rather chuckled, at the sight. Handsome, Une thought, He looks so handsome… I have never seen him look this good before… "What do you think?" He said, but Une was still in her own world, absorbed on how good Treize looked. "Lady Une, how do I look?" She woke up from her daydream and found Treize smiling at her. And then she blushed. She turned so red that Treize couldn't help it but laugh out loud. It was only then did she realize that she has just embarrassed herself, twice, in front of Treize. Master Treize… He never laughed like that three years ago… Is this the real Treize? He looks so happy... I don't want to ruin his mood... I guess I won't bring up that topic...

He walked towards the railing. "I found this suit in the closet and assumed it was mine. Hmm... Roses are beautiful, aren't they?" Treize told Une while motioning to the rose garden below the balcony.

"You have always been fond of roses, Master Treize."

"Haha! I thought so…" After saying this, Treize's face became serious. The face he wears during his fights and when he is thinking. "The rose, so beautiful and fragile, yet so deadly… Lady Une, has it ever struck your mind how similar war is to a rose? A war is very beautiful. Without war there would be no peace. As they say, 'Sic Vis Pacem Para Bellum.'1 And yet, you always have to be careful. Once a war gets out of control it will only result in total genocide. Just like in a rose, get careless and you shall get stung by a thorn…. War will destroy you, war shall destroy us. And yet, people would never stop fighting, would they? Ha! It's human nature to fight! To fight for survival… is, probably, the most vital aspect of life…"

"NO!" Lady Une, for the first time since she has worked for Trieze, interrupted and disagreed with him. "No, Your Excellency, fighting… is not the most important thing for us humans… You told me before that harshness will do you no good; and that if I wanted to succeed, I should be gentle. Master Trieze, 'love' is the most vital aspect of life…"

"I am sorry, Lady Une, but I do not agree with you… I am already starting to remember some things about me. And war, IS a part of me…" He explained. "I do think that you know that fact very well…"

"Yes, yes, I am very aware of that fact…" She swallowed hard, having a hard time talking. "But you, you're…" She sighed again and looked away.

"Lady Une, I suppose I wasn't like this in this past?" He inquired.

"The Treize I know from the past is not one bit like you…" She answered coldly.

"If that is the case, I apologize. I do not have any idea what I was like. But, right now, these are my true feelings…"

Lady Une gasped at this remark. She looked at him, but not with the loving eyes she used to give him, but eyes filled with hate and disgust. Why? Why does it have to be like this? Master Treize, he… he has changed… or maybe… the Treize that I am seeing now…is the real him… but no… that cannot be… My dear Master Treize, he valued love more than anyone I know… Tears… Why am I crying? He is starting to remember, Une! So why in the world are you crying?

Translation:
1 Latin. If you want peace, prepare for war. I borrowed this quote from the movie The Punisher.

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