Usual warnings: silly me, silly fic, shounenai, er.. what else, OOC mebbe, and all the others.
Disclaimer: nothings mine!! Not even Agatka. Sad innit?
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/../ means dog speech okay?
Treize couldn't really believe himself now. Milliard seemed to drift even further away from him. And on top of that, Milliard seem to spend even more time with Quackie.
He stared deep into Zechs, I mean the spaniel, er... you know.. eyes, and tilted his head to one side. The spaniel mirrored his gestures.
/Oh no! Not again. Don't tell me he's not content with one scuzzy baby/ the spaniel thought, suddenly being quite protective over his scuzzy baby.
Treize lifted his eyebrow as Zechs, the spaniel(!) began to growl softly.
"Stop it. I am not going to take your chew toy away!" Treize said. He's a bit irritated. His temper had grown short, as Milliard (the human) moved away from him.
But Zechs, being a spaniel, had not a slightest idea of human language, and Treize sounded offensive. /Uh oh! I'd better leave before.../ and Zechs scampered away with his scuzzy baby on tow.
Treize watched as the last glimpse of the golden fur disappeared into one turn, and sighed. "Good job Treize. Now even a dog hates you."
And he picked up his own scuzzy baby and rolled onto his stomach. He propped his head with one hand and the other toying the scuzzy baby. "Well, at least you don't hate me."
**
Milliard stepped into the room, as he dropped his mask on the low table beside the door, and was surprised by the sudden ram coming from something big, that almost threw him off balance.
Zechs licked his other master's face in earnest, it decided that he liked this master more than the other one, at least this one didn't really care about Scuzzy babies.
/Master Milliard!! Welcome home!! You wouldn't want to know what horrible thing that happened! The horror of it all!/
But Milliard being human, took the slightly serious Zechs as nothing more but a string of pointless barks. But not being able to be bad against someone, ehem, something that bore his name, he petted the dog and lifted it into his embrace.
"Come on, I'll get you something to eat."
Zechs, a dog as he is, knew what 'something to eat' means. So he yipped happily.
Treize, hearing the yips and the voice of his estranged lover, he bolted upright and hunted his lover down. He found Milliard in the pantry, feeding Zechs with slabs of meat and a bowl of water, chuckling softly as the canine gobbled up the food.
"Milliard?" Treize stepped in. The said man lifted his head and smiled a bit. "Hi Treize. Missed you at base today. Everyone's been asking, even Dermail."
"Dermail?"
"Yes. There's something really important for you to settle down. He wants to see you in his mansion, when you're free." a small pause, "from your appointment with scuzzy baby."
Treize went bright red. "I kept up too long with you and your remarks. There's nothing wrong with this. And you're attached with Quackie too!" and he walked out, presumably going to make his leave to Dermail's.
Milliard sighed. "There goes again." And he sat on the floor, head in his hands. Zechs, feeling the heavy air around raised his head and tried to comfort whatever thing now running in his favorite master's head.
"Zechs. Go now... go get Treize, make sure he doesn't injure himself."
Zechs was by then very much familiar with the phrase 'make sure he doesn't injure himself', Master Treize had such low temper nowadays.
/Humans... you can't really know what they think. All they can do is hurt each other/
And along the way, the servants would be surprised as the mutt walked around, with a scuzzy baby in its mouth, shaking its head, and growling softly, as if rebuking something.
/And if they don't hurt each other, they hurt themselves/
**
Milliard looked up and saw the silhouette of Agatka, slightly leaning on the doorframe.
"I mucked it up again." he sighed sadly.
Agatka lifted the blond pilot up and stared right into those blue eyes.
"There's still a chance."
The OZ officer nodded slightly.
"I think it's bath time now, Milliard."
And they raced to the bathroom. Again the servants, from the n-th time of the day wondered what had happened to the house. Humans acting strange and canines acting even stranger.
Then they could hear, Milliard talking to no one in particular, but then again, maybe there's someone, as they could see occasional things floating around. And Treize talking to himself, and they kind of thought that things had gotten mad.
"You know," said a servant girl to another, "I think this house is haunted, and our masters' body are possessed. And that dog... gave me the creeps. Very human like... Which one of our master is trapped inside that dog do you think?"
And fights and bets rang around the kitchen or the servant's quarters.
Of course it was not the case. Men would be men, Dogs would still be dogs, and it was only a matter of obsession.
/Yah right. Scuzzy baby is not obsession, its staple/
**
tbc
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