Well, Wufei is straight (unless you think he's in extremely deep denial) but Treize & Zechs most definitely are not. That's all I'll say. A very weird parody of 13 X 5
Sally looked around her in puzzlement. Instead of some cold prison cell, she was in a warm sunlit room, elegantly furnished with antique furniture and velvet curtains. A beautifully polished hunting rifle was displayed in a nearby glass case. She was still tied to a chair with rope, but otherwise nothing had been done to her. Strange, she thought.
"I hope that you are not too uncomfortable," said Treize in his uniform.
She turned her head to see her inquisitor. "Untie me and I'll be more comfortable."
Treize smiled. "You must be wondering why you are here."
"Yes, I was expecting something a bit less cushy." She noticed a large bed and began to sweat. Oh, my God, I hope he doesn't expect me to.
"It's because I have a question that needs to be answered. It's very important."
"What is it, Treize?"
"Where is Wufei Chang?"
This caused her to frown. "Wufei?"
A little note of impatience crept into Treize's voice. "Yes, Wufei. I heard that you were the last person to talk to him. You must know where he is."
"I haven't seen him since then and he's not the type to tell a mere woman what he's up to," Sally replied with an ironic smile.
"Damn," cursed Treize, a frown creasing his brow, which he immediately smoothed since it wasn't elegant. "Damn that boy."
The impassioned way he said that made Sally think, Hmm, he has a very special interest in the pilot. I wonder what it could be? "What is it you want with him?"
Treize was about to answer when there was the sound of glass breaking.
"Kisama!"
Treize practically beamed with joy. "Why, there he is!"
"This time you're going to... " snarled an approaching Wufei, who had pulled out his sword. Then he saw Sally tied up in a chair and his black eyes widened to the point that there was white surrounding his irises. "Sally, what are you doing here?"
"He was asking me about you," said Sally.
"Wufei, baby!" Treize exclaimed.
"Wufei, baby?" repeated Sally incredulously. She turned from Treize to Wufei, an eyebrow raised. "What is going on?"
Wufei began to curse a long string of the vilest epithets in Mandarin. Then finally, he slowed down and spat, "This fool has a crush on me."
"Don't listen to him," crooned Treize. "It's a love-love situation."
"You're in denial," Wufei screamed, his face an explosive red. "There's nothing between us."
Treize pouted and waved a disapproving finger at him. "I've always been open and honest about my feelings. You should do the same. That first duel, all that passion, that anger, it was wonderful."
Wufei was very, very pissed before, but now he was boiling mad. "You're just a hentai! Any boy would do!"
Treize looked stricken. "You insult me most grievously, Wufei! None of the other bishonen pilots even compare. Your sexy hairline, the anger in those beautiful black eyes and fire in your voice." Treize sighed happily. "Don't deny that there's something between us."
"Untie Sally and let her go. She has nothing to do with this. I am just here to fight you."
Treize pondered that for a second and said, "You know Wufei, I could call the guards, but I have no intention of doing so. How about this? If I lose, you and Sally can walk out of here free. If I win... "
"If you win... "
"Sally goes to a prison cell and you end up in my arms."
"You are a hentai! But I agree if you will keep your word that if I win, you will let us go."
"Don't agree to this, Wufei!" said Sally. "I'd rather go to prison than have you agree to such a bargain."
"Treize, I'd rather fence for my own freedom rather than let him do it for me."
Treize looked at Sally and smiled. "I appreciate your spirit. Wufei, lend her your sword."
"What!? Kisama! No woman ever is going to use this sword of mine."
Treize could barely repress a chuckle. Sally shook her head. Wufei looked confused at why Treize looked so amused.
Wufei ranted, "You would fight a woman? You are not a man of honor! I will not fight you if you duel with her."
Treize sighed. "Sorry, Sally, but I must duel with Wufei."
"WUFEI!" yelled Sally.
"I'm going to win this time!"
"Let's go somewhere else to duel. They stepped through a door to an adjoining room.
Sally sighed. Damn, she thought. I don't want to go to prison. Then the main door opened. She turned and gasped, "Zechs Marquise?"
"Yes," said the masked man. He walked over to her with a sword in his hands.
Is he going to kill me? Sally thought, then was puzzled when he quickly cut her bonds. She stood up cautiously. "What is it you want?"
Zechs opened the glass case, put in a round of darts into the hunting rifle and handed it to her. "Shoot Treize with those darts. It won't kill him, but it'll put him to sleep."
"Why are you helping me?"
"It would be dishonorable to kill you or Wufei in this situation. I also think Treize's leadership is weakened by his obsession with that miserable bishonen."
"He's not miserable!"
"Ok, kawaii bishonen then. There's only enough for one round in that gun." He had already taken out his gun when he handed the rifle to her. "Our objectives are the same if our motives are different. I assure you I have no plans to turn you in, after all, I want Wufei out of here. Just make sure of that."
Sally thought to herself, I wonder if those rumors about Zechs and Treize are... Well, never mind. Not like I have a choice. She turned to the other door and busted it down with a kick, just in time to see Wufei get the sword knocked of his hand. "Treize!" she yelled. Treize turned around and she pushed the trigger. The dart hit him in the thigh and he stumbled and fell over. Damn, she thought, a few inches off.
Wufei gasped in shock. "Is he dead?"
"No, it's just a tranquilizer dart."
"Woman! I was, uh, just about to win."
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yes, that's why your sword is on the floor."
"I was, uh, distracted." A blush was all over his face. "By your entrance, that's it."
"Oh, yeah, it's all my fault, Wufei." Sally rolled her eyes. "Duel another time, the guards will be wondering why they heard a gunshot." She went back into the other room to find Zechs gone. Wufei picked up his sword and showed her the way he'd sneaked in.
Two guards ran up to Treize's room to find Zechs standing over the unconscious Treize. "What happened?"
"Just a few seconds ago, I saw the rebel he was interrogating running out of the room with one of the Gundam pilots, Wufei Chang. I would've pursued them, but I decided to check on the commander instead."
"How is he?"
"He'll be fine. He just needs some rest."
"Are you sure?"
Zechs made a dismissive wave. When the guards left, he picked up the still unconscious Treize and thought, You and your bishonen mania. He put him on the bed in the next room and traced his lips with his gloved hand. I'm the one who knows you the best, not forehead boy, he thought. Then he smiled. Ah, well, by the time you wake up, I'll have found two snifters and a really good vintage cognac. You can tell me your little white lie about what happened and I'll comfort you.
The End
(:./mk/svs131)
