12 Mar 2000
Hey guys... this is a joint work of writing from Kumiko and myself -- a set of letter between Treize and Zechs.
Warnings: Treize, Zechs, Lime, pining. ^_^
C&C welcome -- enjoy!
Kat
Treize no Miko
Authors' note: AeroPostal is set in the first half of A.C. 189. (after the events of Secundus, but before Tertius.) Zechs is in his last two terms at the Lake Victoria Specials Academy, and Treize is an Specials officer.
21 January, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
I'm sorry I could not write sooner, but we all arrived back on campus to find the instructors ready to lead us on a three-day challenge march. It was very difficult and it took most of us a full day to recover when we got back, hence the delay in my correspondence.
I miss you. There, it's out. I was hoping I could bring myself to actually write the words, and I have. It just feels rather funny doing it. I am terribly worried that your affections will have changed with me gone. It is one thing to profess an attraction when the object is there in front of one, but quite another, I should think, to maintain that affection in the object's absence. So, I am not sure of your heart and would know more from you, for I am very much the same. I think of you frequently and always in the best of regard.
I don't want to keep you too long, so I will close this letter. Please know that I hold you in the highest esteem and that I try harder each day to do what would make you proud of me. I will not stop that endeavor until I know I am held in your highest regard, if that be possible.
Give my best to your family.
Yours respectfully,
Zechs Merquise
26 January, A.C. 189
Luxembourg Base
Luxembourg, SPC Sect.
Dear Milliard,
Delays in letters are only to be expected, due to bad transportation, shoddy sorting of it, and horrid work hours.
Truly, Milliard, I am extremely pleased to know how high you hold me in your esteem. I hold you, my friend, in very special place, also.
You wish to be sure of my heart, Milliard? Look to yourself. That is my heart. You have been my support in the worst times, a sweet reminder of hope, and what can be right in this world. Whenever commanding becomes too strenuous, I remove myself from the paperwork for a few minutes to remember something we've done together -- though I lack your physical presence at my side, I have your memories, alive and vivid, as intelligently animated as you yourself are.
Regretfully, I'm moving between bases again -- ever, EVER on the move. My next reply to you will be longer, but I fear if I continue on this current vein at the moment, I will become melancholy from lack of your familiar camaraderie.
Sincerely,
Treize
9 February, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
Hello again - how goes it with you? I hope this letter finds you well and that the move to your new quarters was a smooth one.
I thought I might relieve some of the tedium of academy life by introducing you to the six cadets in my squadron, perhaps one or two per letter. You will, of course, let me know if I grow tiresome in my descriptions - I know campus life must seem very parochial in comparison to the kind of existence you lead. Still, it's reality for me right now and it has been a very refreshing change from the life I was leading prior to coming here.
Well now, to begin I would have to start with Lucrezia Noin. I understand you have already worked with her on your mission at L5. She speaks very highly of you, by the way, and is impressed that I know you personally. (!) I'm not sure what you thought of her, but in my humble opinion she is the top cadet in the Academy. She is a brilliant pilot and the best fighter in the zero-g dojo. (She must be terribly smart as well, because she said she picked up all her space fighting techniques when she did her externship with you. What was that, all of three weeks?)
Strangely, though, she doesn't seem to want to go into combat piloting. She says she'd prefer a training post, which I am completely at a loss to understand. I've told her she's the best the Academy's got, but she refuses to believe it and says it's me, not her, who holds that exhaulted post. She's also far too accommodating to me. She's been bringing water and towels to my fencing matches for the past two weeks, even though she should be off doing her own studying. I don't believe I understand girls at all.
I'll tell you about Orne, our "mascot" in my next letter.
My thoughts of you, dear sir, only seem to be growing more ardent. I have to admit, sometimes I recall what happened between the two of us last month and I grow quite feverish in thinking of it. Sometimes it seems like it must have been only a very pleasurable dream. I hear people speak of you, and how highly General Catalonia regards you, and it seems impossible that I was actually in your arms. How could a man so highly esteemed as you, with all of your talents and skills, feel anything for one so lowly. I know not, but I cling to that lovely dream and, if indeed it be nothing more, I hope the memory of it stays with me always.
Yours in greatest respect,
Zechs
15 February, A.C. 189
Cairo Base Four
Cairo Egypt, SPC. Sect.
Dear Milliard,
Allow me to start this reply with a stern rebuttal to the ending of your last letter.
Milliard, my friend, you are not 'lowly' in any way possible -- you are a Golden Prince, and you must continue to believe that is the way in which I view you. Looking back on it, that time does seem like a lovely dream, in many ways. It is hard to sleep a night, alone again, now that I've had a chance to have someone who fits so perfectly against me, into my arms and mymind. Feverish does not begin to explain how much I want to see you again...
My secretary is giving me a strange look right now -- she doesn't see me smiling very often at all.
Noin.... I remember Lucrezia. And I'm glad to hear that you've made a comrade of her -- you will not find a more dedicated, compassionate and trustworthy companion at that school. I can assure you that she will be your best source, there and immediate, to go to with any problem, or need of help. She showed great potential when she fought in space for such a short time, and I'm sure that now, as she is older than before, Noin will be even more loyal than before. Tell her I said "hello".
My friend, I have not enough time to write back to you -- I want to spend days, but at the moment, I have a pre-battle preparation meeting to attend. Please, continue to write back, and I will try to write more next time --I'd like to hear about Victoria's "mascot", or any other students you make friends with.
And remember, dear Milliard, you are the best friend I have and the dearest in my heart -- do not forget that, or let any others influence that thought from your mind. In that, there is no need to doubt.
Sincerely,
Treize
26 February, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
Congratulations on your victory in the Mediterranean - everyone here was talking about it and about you. General Catalonia himself was visiting the base just after it happened and he gave a talk about your strategy. One of the officers invited me to attend and it was fascinating. You really do have a genius for planning, just as they all say. (It *was* rather hard to get rid of the officer after the talk, however. I don't think I should accept any more invitations from him.)
There are all sorts of rumors here that you're being groomed for Catalonia's post when he retires. I don't know how you feel about it but I think you would be the best Commander in the history of the Specials.
I think I promised to tell you about Orne, our squadron's mascot. It seems particularly apropos to introduce him, as he has just made quite a fool of himself by accepting a dare from some upperclassmen to climb the water tower. He made it up, but lost his footing and fell in. Naturally, the water was made unpotable and they had to send a three-man crew up to the tank to put chemicals in it so it could be used. Since then our drinking water has smelled faintly of the science labs, but it's not a cadet's place to complain so we don't.
Orne is a perfect monkey of a boy. He's always cheerful, even when he's doing something ridiculous, and has the most enthusiasm of any cadet in the corps. He's always game for any kind of adventure and has gotten to be quite the favorite among the upperclassmen as a form of entertainment. It seems to me that they use him mercilessly, but he actually seems to enjoy it.
His closest friend and roommate is a boy who is his polar opposite. Laver is serious and nothing but. I should say, of course, that I am serious as well (at least I'm told that quite frequently) but Laver won't even compete in the cadet games we have every Friday afternoon and I *always* make a point to be there and win at least one of them. (If I lose it's almost always to Noin.)
But somehow, the two of them, Orne and Laver, seem to fit perfectly together. Perhaps Orne keeps Laver cheerful and Laver... keeps Orne from killing himself? Whatever the reason, the "twins" as they are known are fast friends.
I don't really have anyone here like that, although I wish sometimes I did. It's not that I'm complaining, because I have many companions and never want for invitations, should I care to take a break from studying. But there is just no one here that I feel that close to, not even Noin. Ah, well, it's not a necessary thing - pleasant, but not necessary.
Once again I have rambled for too long. Congratulations again on your success. I continue to be amazed by your genius and hear of more reasons to admire you everyday.
With greatest respect,
Zechs
5 March, A.C. 189
Cairo Base Three
Cairo Egypt, SPC. Sect.
Dearest Milliard,
Truthfully, you letters to me can never be too long --I look forward to them, each and every day. Though, I know the time either of us can spare for this is little, but I do make an effort, my friend.
Thank you for the praise on the triumph in the Mediterranean -- it was only a small melee, in truth, but I know why so much emphasis is put on each and every win. Also, I suggest you try to avoid that officer who invited you to the General's speech. There are officers who would go to sickeningly great lengths to be with someone as intelligent and beautiful as you are, Milliard. I do not want to ever hear that you have been assailed by anyone -- half the officers on the base might end up in a very painful position, care of Specials forces.
If that sounded a bit extreme, please remember that I worry for you --I know there is no *need* to worry for one as capable as you are in your class, but I care too much about you to not worry.
It's heartening to see that there are students such as Oren and Laver in your school -- bonds which are based upon friendship are far stronger than any other bond. I wish I were there, in the academy again, just so I could spend time with you, Milliard. I truly miss hearing your voice, seeing your face -- So I must rely on the pictures of the mind...
I know that it's only March, Milliard, but I'm going to tell you right now that you're coming to the family estate for Christmas. The feel of your skin, your smell, your voice and watching you fall into thought are all things I want so badly once more.
Sincerely,
Treize
14 March, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
Things have been rather difficult here since last I wrote you. I seem to have drawn the (entirely unwanted) attentions of a group of upperclassmen whom I can only describe as Neandrathals. They had been spending their liberty time taunting the female cadets but Palmer, the Chief Security Officer, called them into her office and supposedly put the fear of God in them. It must have worked because they have approached any more women. (Oh, there was one that thought he might get away with putting his hands on Noin - most dishonorably - but she ended up giving him the kick we'd both been working on in our karate class. I must say her technique is a thing of beauty and I don't believe he'll be much of a threat for a while.)
But I've digressed. Please forgive me. This group of idiots has now moved on to harassing the male cadets, figuring, I suppose, that Palmer won't go after them if they targets are male. They may be right because Rensselaer, another boy from my squadron, narrowly escaped a bad beating the other night. They were waiting for him just outside the barracks and started to drag him into the bushes. Luckily I was nearby and was able to take out all but one of them. Unfortunately they've now decided that I'll be next. SO far it's just been stupid things like grabbing at my hair or other parts of me and they make kissing noises every morning when our squadron walks to breakfast. Hopefully they'll tire of it soon and realize how ridiculous they look. I will be careful, please don't worry.
Tell me something about your daily routine. It has to be more interesting than mine! We are going into finals next week. I don't think I'll have any problem with my marks - except for outscoring Noin. There is a large betting pool going on which of us will get the high score on the second quarter exams. (Secretly I'm rooting for Noin - she needs something to wake her up to the potential she has.)
But it will be nice to be in the last quarter and finally be an upperclassman. They are the only ones who get to fly the powerful suits and for a lot longer than we do. I can't wait to get my own suit. Most of my extra time lately has been spent in one of the MS engineering hangars. One of the men over there seems to like me a lot and lets me sit in the cockpit of the machines he's working on. So far I've gotten to see a supercharged Leo, a model Taurus, and two model Aries. (Those last two were incredible machines, even in the model stage. I definitely want to go into combat piloting when I graduate. I don't care if it's space duty or not, just as long as I get to spend most of my time in a cockpit.)
I still think of you everyday, and, most often, at night. I lay in bed and wonder what you're doing and if you are well. I think about being with you there, in the darkness, and, even though it hurts a bit, the thought is such a pleasant one. Please take care of yourself - your safety is so important to me, and to all of OZ as well. I look forward to hearing from you.
With respect and affection,
Zechs
27 March, A.C. 189
Cairo Base Five
Cairo Egypt, SPC. Sect.
Dearest Milliard,
At last, at long last, I get a chance to go back to Europe, and away from this land of sand, dust, and peevish rebels.
And amidst this new-found and elating revelation, I am saddened to hear of your troubles at the academy. I will worry never the less, my friend, but you've proven that you can defend yourself well --just remember that in the first fray, it is goons such as those boys who will fall first. They lack the concentration and sheer dedication that those such as you hold, Milliard.
It entertains me that you wish to know my routines, my friend -- they, truly, are little more exciting than your own. As I am bound with more and more responsibility, the only escape I have from bureaucracy is battle itself -- an act of beauty which is followed far too often by paper-work, reports and such. But you will be a soldier, Milliard, and have little worry of such paper-works and...
Oh, I'm sure you will enjoy the mandatory balls and other social events --the women will flock to you -- along with quite a few unsubtle men. You will learn to avoid certain officers, such as Lt. Cmdr. Cyenth, who just yesterday was convinced that I was a lonely soul who needed a good 'Lay'. My first time meeting the limp-wristed fiend, and he wastes no time irritating me beyond belief. Thankfully, he's staying here, and I return back to the peace and relative familiarity of Luxembourg -- a base I believe you will truly enjoy. There are Operas nearby, and a roman style bath, and many other things at which I can indulge my hedonistic whims. In the very least, I can have a chance to scrape away a two inch layer of grit that seems to have permanently imbedded itself into the skin of any soldiers stationed at windswept Cairo Base three.
I think space would be the perfect place for you -- it is indeed beautiful, and so quiet. You enjoy your thoughtful solitude as much as I do, and that is the best spot to get it. The colonies themselves are simply fascinating, to see all the machines that regulate their activities.
This time it is not a meeting that beckons me away from my desk, but sleep -- I am sure that I will dream of you again tonight. I miss you sorely, being beside me... It is a horrible thing to know the one you love the most is so far away, and that it will be a long time until you can see them again. I want to touch you all over, kiss you, taste your sweet lips, and your soft, silken hair.
I am staying safe for you, Milliard -- stay safe for me.
With all my affections,
Treize
5 April, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
I am very glad to hear that you will be able to return to Europe soon. Frankly, having grown up in Sank, I miss the seasons terribly. Here at Victoria one season is much like the next - hot. My thoughts have been turning more and more to Spring in my homeland, which was full of cool breezes and pale green linden trees. It makes a nice mental break from the savannah landscape.
Forgive me for being ignorant, but when you spoke of Cmdr. Cyenth you mentioned a "lay." I don't know the term - what is it? And to tell you the truth I am dreading those social events you speak of. I don't do all that well in crowds of strangers, so it will take a lot of will on my part to fight the urge to run. And I thought zero-g training was difficult!
Hawkes and Teller, the last two cadets in my squadron, need introductions to you, I suppose. Well let me see, Hawkes is a rather wolfish-looking boy with large teeth and what he thinks is an intimidating face. He likes staring at people to make them nervous. He's tried it on me many times, but honestly after the first three times it only made me laugh. He's given me up for a lost cause and has gone on to terrorizing Laver. His bunkmate, Teller, is somewhat of a gentle giant. He's big - all over - and looks the type to be someone's bodyguard. (Noin told me secretly that she imagines him with a studded dog collar around his neck. It was a rude thing to say and I tried not to laugh, but I failed miserably.)
The two of them make another odd pair, but they seem to tolerate each other well. And now you've met the entire squadron.
We've just gotten the first bell for mess, so I have to close, but let me tell you before I do that I think of you quite often. I hold the times I've had with you close to my heart and I selfishly wish for more.
I look forward to hearing of your adventures in Luxembourg.
With respect and affection -
Zechs
10 April, A.C. 189
Luxembourg Base
Luxembourg, SPC Sect.
Dearest Milliard,
We have snow here, and I simply wished to rub that fact in a *little*, as you'll be seeing that heat for some time to come. Perhaps I'll mail you a container filled with snow and packed around it with dry ice -- I'm sure it would be very entertaining to get one of your squadron members with a snow-ball. Tell me if you want me to do that...
And, Milliard, the term 'lay' is a very cruel term to use for anything at all -- it's a word referring to 'getting' sex. I consider a 'lay' very pointless indeed -- why reach for something so shallow, when I have a chance at something so much deeper, attracting and enjoyable waiting for me in you? It would be senseless.
You ask of my adventures here, and I'll admit there have been none -- a few small frays, nothing more. And my 'secretary', who is a year older than you but an early graduate, also involved herself in a fray with me.
I am rather embarrassed to tell you what happened, but as it is the only vaguely interesting thing, and I learned a great lesson from it, I might as well tell you of it. (The lesson learned, I'll note before hand, is that now I always lock a door behind me when I enter a room.)
There was a pile of paper-work that seemed to reach upward toward the ceiling, and six ink-dry pens. After filling out so many forms, I decided to take a short break, and relaxed back into my chair, letting my mind wander as it wished to do. Of course, it wandered to thoughts of you. Do you remember the evening before we had to part? I do, vividly; the memories of holding you in my arms, your heated, slickened body writhing, your delicious moans and panted breaths.
That memory lingered in my mind and took control -- I was there again, and you were the reasons for my reactions to that memory. Thoughts of any other lover that I used to have does nothing to me. But the simple thought of how your silken hair felt in my hands, the long, beautiful strands spilling over my fingers like delicate gold necklaces, had me breathing raggedly. I wanted you there, so badly; I wanted you to be in my office with me, but I knew you were off doing drills of some sort, in lake Victoria. So I sought refuge in the next thing I could -- my hand and memories of your beauty.
Needless to say, at a very inopportune moment, my assistant entered my office without knocking, half screamed to see my deshelved state, and fled the room, leaving the door wide open. I did not know a human could stop fantasizing so quickly, and get dressed again so fast. Since then, I've taken to indulging myself in my own quarters, behind many locked doors.
I'm sure you're laughing now, Milliard -- enjoy it, for I, too, find it funny, looking back on it. Une doesn't, but, well, she'll simply have to get over it.
I wonder, my friend, how do you deal with frustrations of that sort?
Affectionately,
Treize
14 April, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
Oh my dear sir - to know that you think of me this way is beyond my own fantasies. I don't know why you've chosen to favor me with your attentions but I thank God whenever I think of it, and of course I pray that this isn't some delusion on my part. But I have your letter here for comfort. I've read it so many times that it's become soft as butter and very creased from constant folding and unfolding. I don't know why I even bother, as I have the sweet thing memorized, but there is something different about plain words and seeing those words in your hand. The latter is so much dearer to me.
As for what I do with my desire for you, I am somewhat ashamed to say that I have learned to be silent about it. My bunkmate is Noin, of course -she on the top bunk and me on the bottom - and the nights are very still here, so any extra noise would be heard. But I have learned some stealth techniques and they give occasional relief. It is nothing like being with you, however, and hearing your name constantly and the praises the officers give you only adds to my wish to see you.
Do enjoy the snow for me - it seems ages since we were in Kiev and the world was white. I believe that when I graduate I'm going to go down on my knees to General Catalonia if I have to and beg for a post in the temperate zone.
I'll write more when I'm able. Take care.
With respect and affection,
Zechs
p.s. Perhaps the snowball would be best used on your secretary...
22, April, A.C. 189
Luxembourg Base
Luxembourg, SPC Sect.
Dearest Milliard,
My day was made perfect when I read your letter, Milliard -- it is extremely heartening that we both pine for each other in the same manner. It will be far too long until we can see each other again. I miss you dearly.
It has been slow here, as I assume it has been at your school? I hope that none of your contrasting squadron members are at each other's throats. My secretary is finally starting to try to make eye-contact with me again.
So, all in all, it has been a bad day -- before I read your letter --and a dull one at that. Another hour before I go off the clock and to one of those 'wonderful' social events that I'm sure you'll *rightly* dread.
There are hundreds of ways to keep yourself entertained... The top one on my list will be fantasizing being with you, right there on the ball-room floor in the same manner we were together under the cover of both night and sheets.
Uncle Catalonia wonders what sweet young girl has captured so much of my attention that I do not bat an eye at the various women that come towards me at events of that type -- I long so greatly to tell him your name, and of everything that makes you so perfect, so wonderful and wanted.
But I cannot do it -- regulations and worry for your sake bind me.
I do believe that as soon as we do meet again that I'm going to make sure you're confined to bed for at least three days -- I want that much time to simply re-explore every line of your body, with my mouth, fingers and palms. I so greatly miss the sound of your voice, sweet one, the feel of you, your comfortable companionship where-ever we are.
Through distance my passion for you only grows stronger, and when in proximity, that passion for you overwhelms me.
Affectionately,
Treize
30 April, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
I hope this letter finds you enjoying your time in Luxembourg and surviving the social schedule the brass has given you. Someone here had the perfectly horrible idea of having a dance with attendance mandatory. Luckily for me Noin was a sport and agreed to be my steady date for the evening, so I escaped having to dance with other females. Unfortunately it did not stop them from asking and Noin and I would have had to act much more familiar than I wanted to in order to discourage them. (One of them actually said as much to me! It's a good thing Noin and I are only friends.)
I must admit, sweet sir, that your talk of bed has my head spinning. When last I saw you I knew I was not ready for what you wanted of me. But now I am uncertain as to my feelings. I worry about doing something wrong or stupid; I worry about it hurting; I worry that I won't be good enough for you, because I have no experience and you have quite a bit. How could someone like me be as satisfying for you as one who is older and knows what to do? If I saw you now I would blush and stammer and not know what to say to you. But be patient with me, dear Treize. You know I would do anything for you and I swear to you that if you want me in that way I will become everything you want me to be. Everything.
My time for daydreaming about you is growing shorter and shorter. We stand for our final exams at the end of next month and the training schedules have gone from grueling to monstrous. Still, every night I fall into bed exhausted and imagine you there with you arms around me. And I feel peevish and jealous rereading your letter and thinking of those people who can be around you everyday and think nothing of it. Not good form for a soldier, is it? I will try very hard to not be childish about it.
Oh, I almost forgot. I got to test an Aries the other day and when I was finished there was a new cadet waiting to take it back to the hangar. He said that my style was much like that of a well-known hero of OZ, a certain Treize Khushrenada, whom he had fought under in the Pacific sector when he was an enlisted man. He never knew how that thought warmed my heart, but I did promise him I would send his regards to you. His name is Otto and he seems a fine and honorable fellow. So consider that debt discharged.
Well I'm off to the simulators again. If only Gilchrist (the MS commandant here) would give us more time in the machines themselves! Simulators are fine up to a point, by more and more I find myself yearning for real life. And, of course, for you.
With all my respect and affection,
Zechs
9 May, A.C. 189
London Base
London England, 12th sect.
Dearest Milliard,
Another week, another base -- I must say this is a ghastly way to see the world, and interesting all at once. Give my regards to Otto -- I remember that he was a good and trustable worker. He'll likely end up working under you someday, Milliard, and he'll idolize you, also. And it's a sad pity that you've not had enough time to test real Mechs out --I'll talk with my uncle about that aspect of the training and see what can be done, since simulators give a poor taste of the real fighting that will be faced.
My *dear* secretary -- (read that as sarcastic, my sweet friend) --took it upon herself to try to seduce me two nights ago. I laid in my bed, making plots on a map for an up-coming battle, and she entered my room, unannounced, with a bottle of wine and two glasses, claiming to want to celebrate some small victory or another won somewhere. I turned down a very pretty -- by most men's standards -- woman whose motives were obvious, for one reason.
You, sweet Milliard.
Experience matters not to me, but rather the sincerity and pureness of the affection. Being with Une would have been like drinking mud; my time with you is like a fine, clear and clean wine. Crisp and delicious, with a perfect aftertaste that lingers for months, making me long for the next sip offered, no matter how small.
Do not fear what we do when alone together, my friend -- I love too dearly, love too deeply and love you too much to ever hurt you. You will tell me when you are ready for the next step in our relationship, and only then will I allow myself to partake in that. I have all the patience in the world in this matter, since it means so much to me that you still love me and still wish to be within my touch, be my friend.
I wish you the best of luck in exams, though I know you will do your best in anything you pursue. I think of you nightly, and please keep that in mind when next you think you could ever do anything wrong when it concerns what we have.
It would be impossible, sweet Milliard.
Affectionately,
Treize
16 May, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
I'm writing this to you in between scrambles at the MS training hangar. We have to do five of them this afternoon, and we're going in heats, so it's an hour of unrelieved tedium followed by 5 minutes of terror to get everything in go state and then 5 minutes of flying. Then the whole process starts again. You know, I had wondered when I joined the Academy if I would feel ready to leave when the time came. I shouldn't have worried - I've never been so ready to leave a place in my life. Noin and I have been arguing about it. She loves it here; I can't wait to get away. There is going to be an opening here for an assistant instructor and she says she's thinking of applying for it. She wants me to try to get Victoria as my home base but I just couldn't stomach it. She wasn't very happy when I told her as much, but I didn't feel I could be dishonest. Not with Noin.
I continue to think of you every day and I believe it's those thoughts that have allowed me to do as much as I have these lastseveral weeks. Every time I feel tired or not able to do some task they've set for me, I think about making you proud of me and I'm able to do more. I *will* be your best and most loyal soldier, Treize. And the one who adores you, sweet sir, and dreams of being everything you ever desired. For surely you are that for me, and I long to return that favor.
I dreamt of your hands upon me last night, and their warmth brought me to such a state that I had to steal outside for a moment and try to calm myself in the cool air. Treize, my dearest friend - will I see you this summer? I haven't received my orders yet, but I do long to see you, however briefly. But we shall have to wait and see what your uncle, the Commander, has in store for us, I suppose.
I look forward to hearing from you soon.
With respect and affection,
Zechs
28 May, A.C. 189
London Base
London England, 16th sect.
Dearest Milliard,
My dearest friend, I bring the joyous news that we will be able to see each other again, for a week, in only three weeks! Three weeks are nothing, compared to months! As you can tell, this prospect has rather excited me.
I haven't much time to write this, but I'm glad you don't want Victoria as your home base -- I believe my uncle has a position in mind for you that will delight you to no end... when you find out, for I shall not tell you a moment before you are officially told.
It is pleasing to know that you strive so hard for me -- but you've already snagged me completely, Milliard. Heart Soul, Body and Mind. You *will* be my best soldier, I know, and I will be the best superior officer possible to you.
Well, simply receiving your letter and my uncle's news on the same day has shot all chances of my mind concentrating on strategies. I'll be gladly occupied thinking of you, sweet one.
Lovingly,
Treize
5 June, A.C. 189
Specials Training Academy
Victoria Base
Lake Victoria, AFR sector
Dear Treize,
Oh sir, you were so wicked, sending me such news just two days before my final exams! It was practically impossible to concentrate and I went into them knowing I would lose my first place standing. But as it turned out, I held onto it! Noin was just behind me in second. But even more amazing news came yesterday. Noin and I were called into General Huite's office first thing after morning mess. Both of us were convinced that something had happened with the exam scores and that he was going to tell us we hadn't gotten top. Quite the contrary, though. As it turned out, he informed the two of us that we had achieved the first and second highest marks in the history of the Academy. I was speechless, and I think Noin felt faint because she had a death grip on my arm. (I still have the bruises.)
Needless to say we are elated. And, although I still have the feeling that Noin, at times, deliberately did less than her best so I could be first, I will accept the honor and hereby lay it at your feet. It was done for you, my dearest Treize, to whom I owe a greater debt than I could ever repay. You were the reason I thought to come here 18 months ago and you were my sacred muse through good days and bad. If I have accomplished anything here, it is only because of your sweet favor and now I ache for these few weeks to be gone so I might show you my appreciation in a more personal way.
Your always in respect and affection,
Zechs
7 June, A.C. 189
Khushrenada Family Estate
Kiev
Dearest Milliard,
Wonderful news, my dear friend! You even managed to top my scores (so I do not wish to hear you ever again say that you're not as good as me)!
I, too, ache greatly to see you again -- I suppose I can give you the news of you new posting when you arrive here, and I'm nearly bursting trying to keep it to myself. This estate is quiet now, lacking in company, and I long to fill the halls with the sounds of your voice, your footfalls and your presence itself. It is only thoughts of you that have kept my sanity through grinding meetings, kept a grip on my life through hard battles. You speak of owing me, and yet it is I who owe you, so very much.
Lovingly,
Treize
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