Warning: Complete silliness.
Damn I enjoyed this!
Treize had an assignment for Milliard. Zechs left alone, and a clueless Treize. And Lake Vic is a whorehouse?!!
TAKE ONE: AND OFF TO WORK WE GO!
Night time.
Treize: Milliard..
Milliard: *yawn* Hmm, what?
Treize: Could you do me a favour?
Milliard: *rolled to his side* What?
Treize: The engineers need a hand in Lake Vic base for three days, I was wondering whether you'd like to help.
Milliard: Crash test?
Treize: *blush* It's not that bad is it?
Milliard: Okay. I'll leave in the morning. And now, could you leave me and my sleeping alone?
Treize: Sure. *to self* Now where did I put my scuzzy baby?
Somewhere along the line, Milliard left without telling Zechs (the dog) and sometimes in the day, Zechs felt this aching need to talk to someone. But Milliard was not around.
Zechs (the dog): *to self* Arf? (transl.: Now where could he be? I'll go search.)
Then, he scampered and bumped into Treize.
Treize: Good morning, Zechs.
Zechs: Arf? (transl.: Huh? Come again? What are you saying?)
Treize: Are you hungry?
Zechs: Arf? arf? (transl.: Sleepy? No. I slept soundly last night.)
Treize: Aww you poor mutt, c'mere. I'll feed you. *lifts Zechs*
Zechs: Arf!Arf! (transl.: Hey! lemme go! Where are you taking me?)
Treize: You must be really hungry.
Zechs: *sweatdrops* Arf!!! (transl.: No I am not sleepy! Where's Milliard?)
Treize: *frowns* You're not hungry? You want to go play instead?
Zechs: Arf?! Arf!! (transl.: WHAT? You want my scuzzy baby. NEVER!)
Treize: No? No playing outside? What do you want?
Zechs: Arf!!! (transl.: No I don't need a pee. I want to know where Milliard is.)
Treize: *puts Zechs back* Oh I give up. I have to go to work anyway. See ya. And keep your paws away from Scuzzy Baby.
Zechs: Arf? Arrrf? Arf? (transl.: Milliard went to Lake Vic? What the hell is Lake Vic?)
Treize: *blows a kiss* Be a good boy.
Zechs: *tilts head in disbelief* Arf?!!! (transl.: A whorehouse?! Ick. What's he doing there?!)
TAKE TWO: BACK TO YOU
So, after three days, Milliard came back, completely exhausted and feeling a bit guilty of not telling Zechs (the dog) about his departure.
Milliard: *to self* Oh I should find Zechs. He must be worried.
So, Milliard found Zechs, brooding on the kitchen floor, chewing the Scuzzy Baby.
Milliard: Hey! Zechs. Miss me?
Zechs: *looked up incredulously* Arf. (transl.: Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you.)
Milliard: Why the brooding?
Zechs: Arf? Arf?! Arf arf arf! (transl.: Why? You ask? You're the one leaving without telling and having fun. and you ask why I am brooding.)
Milliard: I'm sorry okay. It's an urgent assignment. And who says I am having fun?
Zechs: Arf?! Arfarfarfarfarf!! (transl.: Whore house? Urgent assignment? Not having fun? Don't expect me to believe that. And I am stuck here, with no friends, and Treize don't understand a bark I say.)
Milliard: Me?! A whorehouse! Where do you get it from? Lake Vic is an army base! I almost lost my head in one of the crashtests, if that's your idea of fun!
Zechs: *looks a bit guilty* Arf. (transl.: I am sorry I don't know.. Treize said so.)
Milliard: *slaps forehead* Oh well.
Moments later, Milliard sought Treize out.
Milliard: Treize
Treize: You're back.
Milliard: Yup. After almost losing my head in the crash test, and several misunderstandings.. I'm back.
Treize: *hugs* I am sorry.
Milliard: Yah. Now I want to teach you Dog Language,
Treize: Huh?
Milliard: You heard me, Dog Language.
Treize: Whatever for?
Milliard: Well, so you could communicate with Zechs, that's what for. He thought Lake Vic is a whorehouse!! And he accused me of having fun leaving him alone. And god knows when he'll think I'll be in next. So come on, I'll teach you.
Treize: I'd rather learn Scuzzy Baby language...
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