a 13+11 story; a bit OOC, mostly serious but not without a bit of comedy.
Treize looked up to see who had so indecorously slammed his home office door open. It was Une, wearing her glasses and her hair in that unflattering braid bun. He watched as Une shut the door and take out a roll of newspaper. "What is... "
THWACK! Une hit Treize on the head with a rolled up bundle of newspaper. It didn't hurt, but it really surprised him. "What was that for?"
Une glared at him. "That is for dueling with that Gundam pilot and not killing him!"
Treize frowned at her. "I don't under... "
THWACK!
"Stop that, Une!" He took the newspaper away from her.
"As your assistant, it is my job to bring to your attention anything I think would be against your interests."
"I was dueling. It would've been dishonorable to... "
She slapped both hands on his desk and leaned towards him. "Treize-sama," said Une. "It is not your life to throw away. You are a leader of men; they also depend on you. If you had been killed, what do you think would've happened to them?"
"You think it was possible that I would've lost that duel?" reproached Treize.
"It is not your sword skill I'm talking about. That boy said that he would come back and finish the job. Next time, he might simply shoot you or use that Gundam of his. Treize-sama, your life is not yours to throw away. I know for a fact that you had a small pistol hidden underneath your coat. You should've used it. Or if you were afraid of staining your hands, you should've called me in to do it. I would've done so without hesitation." At that moment, she looked very much like an angry schoolteacher scolding a favorite pupil for doing something that just begged for punishment, yet reluctant to do so.
Treize looked up at that stern visage and found that even though her voice was strident, her dark eyes were trembling with concern and repressed fear. He smiled. She's so charming when she's trying to keep herself so in control, he thought. I should do something to make her lose her concentration.
"Une?"
"What, Treize... " But before she could finish her sentence, he gave her a gentle kiss that slowly grew more passionate, his tongue slowly separating her lips, teasing her into opening her mouth and responding in kind.
When Treize leaned back, he was amused to find that her glasses were slightly askew and one braid had escaped her bun. He also noticed the slight flush that marked her face as she stood up and tried to put her glasses on straight. I think I might be the only person who has ever seen Une blush, he thought. And somehow he found that thought thrilling.
"A moment, Lady?" He gently took the glasses off her face, then looked through the plain glass. "Trying to scare people with these?"
"I can explain," she said.
His eyes flashed, but not with anger, something... more interesting. "I don't scare easily." With that, he stood up and stepped out from behind his desk.
"Treize... " Then she found herself in no position to talk.
The End
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