This is... er... sparks from ZODD 7 I wrote. Taylor York wrote back and gave me SOOOOO MUCH IDEA. Er... yah. So, this is not part of ZODD, but something that someone inspired me to write. Why not part of ZODD? Er... one thing... I know this would be toooooo long, two... can't for the life of me put Otto inside.
Neways. This is for Xandrina!! Thanks for the wall!! *huggles* it is soooooooo damn cute, I mean... er... I love Une...
Prolly AU.. then again which of my fics are not AU?! *grin*
Er... whatelse... language.. and.. er.. well, according to the request: lemon (but not this one yet), angst, silliness.. so..
And disclaimer!
Not mine!!
/This place isn't that bad after all/ I mused quietly, as I fleetingly inspect my new base. Not as good as Lake Victoria, but, what could I expect? This place was as secluded as anyone would want it to be, far in one end of nowhere.
An ensign popped up into my line of sight and grinned. "Welcome, Captain Merquise. I'm Gerald Peterson, First Ensign. I am instructed to assist you for the day. Show you around."
"Thank you, Ensign. I think if you can show me my quarters, that would be nice."
"Most certainly."
He reached out for my two suitcases when I halted him, "I could manage, Ensign."
"At least one, Captain? It would look very rude." I almost smiled. He spelled out his words, as if not wanting to make any mistakes.
"Very well."
As our footfalls echoed against the metal and titanium hold I could not help myself but to look around in awe. The place was of wrought ornate. Not like a military base at all, more like a great medieval fortress, out of platinum slivers. So very fragile looking. But then again, no one really knows about the existence of this base. Officers came and went through this base either for furthering their knowledge or just relaxing, nothing like a fighting base at all. Even, as I have read through the reports that this place was heavily fortified with at least three thousand gundams, and... General Fanfarnir.
I have heard of his exploits, in war and in handling the Oz/Foundation. Thirty-three years of age, and had gained one of the most respectable places. Treize had once said that he could have been one of the most formidable allies... could have been. If General Fanfarnir hadn't been too much acquainted with Duke Dermail, a puppet to the bloodthirsty faction.
Too deep in thoughts while walking isn't good. I should've learnt. Well, the ensign stopped walking suddenly and I bumped unceremoniously on him, as he's opening what seemed to be a door. We fell into the inside of the room, me on top of him. Very unfitting.
We froze for a while and turned beet red. I saw his face, and I knew mine too, for I felt the heat. Thank whoever gods, I am wearing my mask. But it's still the most embarrassing position. We shuffled hastily and brushed the wrinkles out of our uniforms and muttered, "sorry"s and "it's okay"s.
He placed both my suitcases by the door, while I walked deeper into the room, inspecting it. There's a soft round rug in the middle, and a big double bed, huge bay windows for one side of the wall, and a fireplace. An oak desk and three chairs around it, and doors leading to other places, presumably the study and the bathroom, which were actually about right.
"Are you happy with this, Sir?"
I smiled at him, who was standing beside me, a step back, "Happy? Gracious me, Ensign, this is a million times better than my room back in Lake Vic. This is what General Treize had for his room, not me. I slept in the soldiers' quarters... This is... great."
"Good to hear so, Sir. I shall now leave you. Dinner is in four hours, that is seven o'clock, you can order your dinner to be sent to your room, if you want, after such a long journey."
"No, that would not be necessary. I would want to meet the other officers too."
"So, shall I call on you when the time comes?"
I nodded.
He saluted and left.
Looking out from the bay windows, I saw the big expanse of green, and just out of the greens, a target range, and a lone figure was there. I squinted to see more of the visage, but couldn't. All I could see was the faint recognition of a General's uniform, and the perfect stoicism of each shot, body bracing ever so slightly against the pressure of the release of a bullet. General Fanfarnir, no doubt.
I turned around and my heavy eyes caught the subtle call from the double bed. I chuckled...
Subtle call or dire need to sleep, who cares. I am sleeping. So, sliding myself under the warm down, and settled myself onto the myriad of pillows.
Treize...
I sighed his name, before I fall off into deep sleep. Damn I'm tired.
He's so tall and imposing! The platinum hair that fell gracefully, his nobility and grace...
My mind raced inside me even as I saluted myself away from him. Captain Zechs Merquise. Yes, I have heard his name. He's younger than I am, and yet... An old saying that circulates in the soldiers barrack said it all. We're ruled by younger people. I am twenty-two, and I've heard somewhere, General Treize Khusherenada's only twenty one, and this Captain... nineteen, for sure. People from the main base tend to be much younger than us here, in the outermost part of the colony.
I bumped into a soldier on my way to the barracks.
"Hey, Gerald!" he called, and I turned to his direction.
"Hawk? What is it?" Hawk's one of the ace pilots here. He had a well-defined body, not imposing and graceful as the Captain... now wait a minute, Captain, Captain, why am I thinking of him all the time all of a sudden?
"Heard the new officer's here already."
"Yea. I escorted him to his room."
"How's he?" Hawk asked as he offered me an apple.
"What? He? Amazing," as I declined his offer.
A nudge at my ribs. "Hey. No eyeing officers."
"What?! Is it my fault he looked gorgeous?" I glared at him.
"Hey! Hey! No offence okay. I know what you mean. Last time, when I went to Lake Vic base I saw him. Them, I mean. The General Khusherenada, and this Captain Merquise. They are good no doubt, as what the rumors say. Highest marks in Academy history, they say." he said, munching away.
"Thoroughly polite and noble air." I added, dreamily.
"Che."
"And..." I suddenly blushed. Remembering the time when he bumped into me and we fell face first to the ground, he on top of me... his... member pressing slightly towards my crotch...
"And what?"
"Good aimer." I said and I walked faster, ignoring the calls of my friend. Damn.
"Sir?" I looked up slowly from my work, and saw Lady Une with a tray with a pot and a cup.
"Ya?"
"You look bedraggled at best."
"Like you care." I snorted, and tried to concentrate back on my paperwork. The next time I knew the whole table shook like earthquake as he banged the silver tray onto the table.
"Of course I care! You looked like *shit*. Pardon the unlady-like word, but you do." And she walked away, the door banged as loud as it can be and jumped out of its hinges, and dropped onto the floor ungraciously. I squinted and stared at the now doorless way.
/She really is angry/
Then I contemplated the effect of her words. The effect? Marvelous. Not only I actually look like it, I feel like it too. I missed Milliard already.
I buried my head in my hands. Damn...
And a new door.
Note from Jejefish: damn also!! I have just rewarded myself with another multi part!!!!!!!! gaaah!!
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