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"Fountain"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: angst, violence, dark dark things Pairings: Duo M., Treize K., Trowa B./No-Name,
Zechs M., Summary: Inspired by '100 Letters' from the hopeless fountain kingdom album. Lyrics at the end of the fic.
"Too Late" He did, apparently, have a line that he was unwilling to cross in the name of victory. It had surprised him - had surprised his lover even more. Treize had never really been a child; his toys had been chessboards and shooting ranges, his playmates military adjutants, his playground the cutthroat court of Romefeller. As such, he had never really believed that the ends justified the means. He had had it quite literally beaten into him that victory required no justifications. And victory meant answering to no one, it meant escape and freedom and all of the concepts that Treize had struggled to grasp as a boy and even now, as a man, still felt were akin to love and trust. Dermail had never been gentle. Had, in fact, made a point of using pain to control Treize. While Treize would never be comfortable with pain, while the threat of torture still made him flinch, he was at least familiar with it. He had learned to bend rather than break. And he had promised himself that no one, least of all Dermail Catalonia, would break him. But the night that Dermail brought in a female cadet, her face pale and her uniform in disarray, and shoved her to the floor at Treize's feet, Treize found that even he had a limit. There were things he would not, could not, do. Dermail called him weak, snarled as he jerked the girl's head back and her glasses fell to the floor. She didn't cry, didn't make a sound. Her green eyes were bright with unshed tears, and she stared up at the gilded ceiling while Dermail jerked his belt free. He could have stood by, could have watched Dermail indulge in yet another of his perversions, and all the while plot how best to exploit him in the future. But Treize found himself unable to remain still, found the pounding of his heart and the slick of bile in his throat too powerful. He caught Dermail's wrist as the man raised his arm to land the first blow and coldly informed the cadet that her presence was no longer required. Dermail struggled, glared at Treize, and threatened him with all manner of punishment. The girl rose on shaky feet, stumbled towards the door, and then fled. Treize shoved Dermail back onto the bed and didn't bother to collect the rest of his clothes. He walked out of the ornate bedchamber in just his white breeches and boots, and he never looked back. The girl was waiting for him, eyes still glittering and her breathing shallow. She flinched when he reached out to set her uniform jacket to rights, fastening the buttons and tweaking the bar bearing her name. Une. Lyrics: Lyrics But I don't let him touch me anymore He said "please don't go away" And now I can't stop thinking that I can't stop thinking You wrote 100 letters just for me But I don't let him touch me anymore He said "please don't go away" And now I can't stop thinking that I can't stop thinking He said "please don't go away" ~ * ~ |
