"Uhmm Heero . . . what was that?" Trowa asked with no little trepidation."That . . ." Heero remarked as he was finally moving a little, brushing his hair into some semblance of order and doing the same to his wings. He stood a bit straighter. It was as if his mother was coming for a visit. Just before he finished his sentence he knelt to one knee and Trowa realized that so had Zechs, and even the two demons. The clouds above them brightened and began to part, " . . . is Treize."
A majestic angel with reddish-brown hair, cornflower blue eyes and wings so bright they were almost blinding manifested among the genuflecting celestials.
"Just what the HFIL has been going on here?" (sorry Maynard, if you can use Planet Namek, Treize can say HFIL) the smooth baritone uttered impatiently. "Half of heaven is talking about the insubordination of you people," Treize stated.
"Treize-sama," Zechs began. "I came down here personally to see if I could discover just what was going on and ..."
"And you got distracted. Look at you. I'm guessing you were in the middle of doing something ... This mortal maybe?" Treize said as his eyes wandered over to the only being in the room not on their knees.
He walked slowly over to Trowa, who stood looking awestruck. He was mesmerized by the regal beauty of the angel before him. And a little intimidated.
"I would try to explain," Trowa began, "But I don't know what's going on either."
"So you must be the infamous Trowa," The tall angel replied, his eyes raking over the nude form of the mortal with an appreciative eye. "Wufei's description of you didn't do you justice." He placed an elegant hand along Trowa's cheek enjoying the faint blush that seemed to stem from the light caress.
Heero groaned in frustration from his place on the floor.
"Do you have a problem, Heero?" Treize asked with the finest hint of a threat in his voice.
End of Pt. 20
Next-a-rooni! (the san francisco treat)
(:./babaca/rr20)
