Er... extreme Silliness. OOC most prolly, whatelse... everyone, but Une in most cases. Er... tell me if you like it or not. if you don't I'll do another one.... minor 'offensive language'.
Disclaimer. Oh maaan... it would never be mine.
Treize tapped restlessly on his desk, looking and frowning at the digital clock/calendar perching on the edge of the massive mahogany.
/Now something should be happening today/
But he just couldn't put his finger on it.
The short rap on the door snapped him up momentarily from his effort to actually think. /Now what's the word again, oh!/
"Come in."
The door opened and Zechs stepped into the expanse of the office.
"Milliard! Why are you dressed like that?!"
The platinum haired man lifted one eyebrow in inquiry. "I think I should be the one who asked, Sir. Why are YOU still in your uniform."
"I don't get you." Said the now confused Treize.
"It's May Day, remember? Labor Day? The day where we march in front of the Rommefellar Foundation demanding a raise in wages?! Unless you are okay with your pay now, I wouldn't want to bother Sir"
"OH yes! How could I forget. It's the most important day in the whole wide universe. Let me go get changed."
Treize stood up and walked slowly to the direction of his adjoining bedchamber, only to stop again, and detoured towards where his second now had lowered himself, and lounge, quietly by the fire.
"What is it, Treize?"
"You look great," he examined Zechs from top to bottom, from his shimmering hair to the old pair of sneakers that actually looked... divine. The faded jeans that clung not too tight, but just enough to reveal the slightest of contour, and the red-lettered `Peace, MAN!' white T-shirt amused Treize to no end, he could already picture it wet with perspiration, and how it cling to the flushed body.
"Sir... hello? Any body home?" Zechs waved a hand in front of Treize, who appeared to be dazed, and drooling a la Homer Simpson (JejeFish: ICK! ICK! But nevertheless still extra kawaii). "Sir... hello."
"Ah... what?! What? Milliard?"
Zechs smiled. "Er... I think its best for you to go and change Sir."
"Change?" said the still partially dazed Treize, "Yes, a change... hmm. Do you want to help me change?"
Zechs laughed, so clear like small silver bells (Zechs: ehem, Fish! Are you sure? Bells?), Treize was soon dropping back into his trance, but, "SIR!" so, he jerked back to reality (Treize: Now that is tiring)
"As much as I want to help you change, Sir, with all due respect, Sir. I am afraid we wouldn't get past your bed for the rest of the day Sir."
"And you like that don't you."
"Yes Sir, but we have our wage at stake Sir."
"Ah yes, the ever-ruling money. Even stronger than Love."
"Not necessary Sir." Zechs smiled. Treize is so cute when pouting. "But it's not only our wage Sir, but the wages of everyone in the Oz... and that includes er... Lady Une's wage Sir."
Treize shivered. Lady Une would go mental when she didn't get what she wanted, in this case: wage. Bad behavior suddenly appeared in reports, letters of discharge suddenly appeared on the doorstep, worse still, a sudden crowding in the nearest mental asylum, or heads rolled seven feet away from the body. But then again, if that happened the Foundation would give her, maybe everyone, the wages due, or even more.
Such an enticing idea, but they could not lose precious manpower now.
Treize shook his head. He just wanted a day with Milliard!!!!! *Gaaah*
So, he left Zechs sitting back on the burgundy couch as he made his way, now for real, to the adjoining room, changing in record time and appeared outside again.
"Done," he said.
Zechs whistled in playfulness, Treize was dressed similar to him, but instead of a T-shirt, he wore a thin black turtleneck with a blue shirt over it. "We're not going to a prom or something you know. But nevertheless I love you like this Sir."
A knock was heard again, and without waiting the door opened. In comes Lady Une and Noin. Both in T-shirts and jeans, and sneakers. In their hands were pickets for the march.
"Here's one for you," Une gave one to Zechs, and "one for you," and to Treize, she stopped and stared squarely into Treize's eyes, "And this time I want you to be really serious in marching. I want my pay, or... else."
And before she left, she turned to Zechs, "Oh, and Zechs, don't let him fondle you either." Then she's gone.
Noin, Treize and most of all, Zechs sweatdropped at the bland, straightforward remark. "Anou. I don't think the word `euphemism' existed in her dictionary." Noin said, after she recovered.
"I don't know she even _have_ one." Zechs retorted. "I think she's born with her... somewhat vile vocabulary."
"Au naturel." Treize agreed.
Somewhere from the hallway, "I heard THAT!" And her voice was loud enough for the three to hear.
They all sweatdropped again.
"Lets go, before she have us beheaded."
From the top most Suite of the Romefellar Foundation, Duke Dermail and other nobles looked nervously at the horde of smoke that comes from yonder.
"They are here, again."
"I don't believe it's a year already."
The smoke came closer to the compound gates and subsided, revealing thousands of Oz soldiers picketing and some real nasty Gundams, the first formal appearance of the Gundams in the May Day March.
"They sure think about getting the Gundams out this year."
The masses of crowd below was shouting in unison,
"We want a raise! We want a raise!"
Chants went out again and again, never once stopping. Until a middle aged soldier came up to the podium and started the first speech of the day.
"We want a raise. I, personally could testify that I could not live with the current wage. Even my bicycle got confiscated by the bank because I could not pay the mortgages."
And the soldier took a big breath and sang `Bicycle' by Queen.
Bicycle! Bicycle!
I want to ride my Bicycle!
Bicycle!
I want to ride my Bicycle!
I want to ride MY BIKE!!
The crowd cheered and cheered and stepped up the chants and the Gundams honked.
Soldiers after soldiers went up to the podium and told their true stories of how hard it is to live with such low wages. The sun went further up the sky and the day became hotter. And the picketers began to shout even louder and started throwing bullets against the Foundation's building.
The Gundams began shooting projectiles and Duke Dermail summoned the guards to keep the picketers away from making too far a damage.
It seemed that the Foundation Guards were winning, ladies and gentlemen, but... but its seemed that the torrent now moved towards the favor of the Oz picketers once more, when... out ladies and gentlemen, the Gundam Tallgeese, piloted by the ace Zechs Merquise took the corner, and, ladies and gentlemen, make its corner kick, ladies and gentlemen, and there it goes, a clean sweep to the Foundation Guards! And
GOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLL!!!
Score is now one nil for the Oz team, but game had not even reached halftime.
Duke Dermail groaned when he saw the forward marching picketers trying to break into the gates. When the tower clock chimed twelve.
He sighed in relief, when the clock big cuckoo made from Gundamium and Titanium Alloy came out and goes, "Cuckoo, cuckoo, its twelve midday, cuckoo, cuckoo, lunch time cuckoo. I repeat, cuckoo, its twelve midday, cuckoo. Have a great lunch, cuckoo."
So each side went on a Time out and opened their lunch boxes. And sat on the road, or the pavement, or on the gundams, or on the fence, everywhere, even... ehem... the superior's lap, and opened their bentou.
And everyone ate quietly as the water boy walked around every so often giving out water in plastic cup.
The clock strikes One, and the terribly fascinating yet oh-so- annoying Titanium Cuckoo came out again, "cuckoo, cuckoo, its one o'clock in the afternoon, cuckoo, cuckoo, its ti...*BAAAAAAM*
A projectile was released against the annoying bird from a gundam, piloted by a really pissed off Lady Une. "Just the hell shut up." She growled.
So, Lady Une jumped out from the gundam, returning it to a bewildered pilot and strode up to the podium.
The time had come.
She cleared the throat before proceeding with her, hopelessly short, but straight to kill `speech.'
"We... especially *I* want PAYRISE. Or ELSE."
And she stepped down, proud of herself. She's in no mood to be the overall patient diplomatic Saint Anne. The last time she did that, it failed miserably, getting a lower pay than what should have been. Some people just couldn't be treated nicely. She sighed. She didn't want to be rough, but someone must do it.
That did it. Dermail last hope of another year of Saint Anne fell down into ashes. Lady Une had made it clear that she wanted to be Une.
The last time Une decided to be Une had resulted of a really sticky situation. Important top secret reports had been constantly misplaced, his private life had been constantly exposed no matter how much he tried to hide himself, his prized possession had been constantly lost, random midnight calls and several attempts on poison and rattle snakes in his bed.
So he stepped up into the balcony and the torrent outside subsided for a while, expecting him to say something smart. Une eyed him, as he spoke.
"I agree to rise all your wages by 15%" and he quickly disappeared into the suite, and up to the launching pad and went off in a helicopter before they slaughter him alive.
That night, in Treize's apartment, the four of them, Zechs, Treize, Une and Noin, huddled by the fire and toasted,
"For Une saving yet another year."
She scowled, "Bet I have to do that again next year." She sighed. "Dermail is so thickskulled. Why don't he just do it automatically every year. Saved him all the hassle and fear, saved me of all the threatening job. I don't like it one bit you know."
She frowned to the fire.
"One word," Noin said, "LOVE! He likes you. It's an excuse, you see."
Une made a face,
"That crooked distorted joink?! Ick. Never. Had he not stand, even once, in front of the mirror and scared his seven hells out?"
The next day, Dermail, in his secluded, newest hideout in Timbuktu, received a parcel, not surprising from Une (she tracked him again!! Une: of course! As long as he's breathing I WILL know where he is) and opened it.
Out came a note.
"Dear Dermail, thanks for the raise, do it again next year, and a full length mirror. For once. Observe. Une."