Prize + Part 4 (cont)
"Treize has taught you
well, Chang-san," she whispered.
"Thank you. But it was Milliardo who taught me to tango."
"Milliardo? You mean Zechs? Yes, Zechs is a fantastic dancer."
Wufei looked sharply at her. "You love him."
Noin could not hide her shock, but she didn't have time to answer as Wufei
dipped her and then swung her around about face for the next five count.
"In a way. We were children together."
"He is a wonderful man."
Now came Noin's turn to look hard at Wufei. "And what about our great
General? What sort of man do you think he is?"
"Hmph. I don't wish to repeat it in a lady's presence," came
his curt reply.
"You love him."
Wufei nearly fell on his face. "Onna!"
Noin smirked. "Turn about is fair play, ne?"
"Onna." This time the word had been softly whispered.
"You do. You just don't know it yet."
"Woman, I assure you, I will fall in love with General Treize Krushrenada
the day this collar comes off my neck. I expect that to be the day after
hell freezes over."
"I see." Zechs had been right. It's only a matter of time. Clearly
the boy fell smitten, or else his cheeks wouldn't be as flushed as they
are now. But what about Treize?
She looked over to see the General standing against the wall, with an
entourage of guests clucking away at him, but his eyes were glued to the
Chinese boy, soaking in the sight and blazing it on his memory. Yes, the
two were clearly going to fall in love.
"May I cut in?" came a soft, sultry voice. Wufei stopped dancing
and looked behind him to see Zechs looking at Noin with something far
beyond admiration in his eyes. He peered at Noin, who blushed deeply,
trying to hide her smile. Geez, did they have to be so obvious about it?
"Um, sure. Thank you, Noin. You were a wonderful dance partner."
"You're welcome Wufei. You're not so bad yourself."
Wufei bowed and began to head back towards the wall where his master rooted
himself, when he tripped over a small little figure on the floor.
"Oh forgive me! Did I hurt you, child?"
A little girl with bright blue eyes and blonde hair looked up at him.
"No," she replied simply.
"Aren't you scared of me?"
"Cause you're my daddy's new pet."
Wufei looked hard at the child. She looked about three or four, but he
sensed her mind was much older. "Um, what?"
"I said you are my daddy's new pet."
"The General's my dad. You can call me Marie. And I can call you
dragon. I'm here with my nanny and I get to dance the last dance with
"Your Treize's... daughter!?! Where have you been all this time?"
"Don't be rude! I was with my nanny. I missed daddy very much, but
now that the war is over I can seem him lots."
Wufei felt faint. It had been just too much. A small tug at his pants
leg brought him back to the present. "What, Marie kosan?"
"I want to dance. Dance with me?"
Wufei wanted to refuse her, kick her away from him and run back upstairs,
but then even the thought of going into the bedroom that belonged to Treize
made his stomach turn. Why did this news so upset him? Well, he had never
once even raised his voice to a child, and he could not bring himself
to hurt this one now. He bowed reverently and picked Marie up, resting
her on his hip with a natural ease.
Treize noticed this ease, this apparent knowledge and confidence around
children and shifted it away in the back of his mind. He wanted to ask
Wufei about it later, and also why he hadn't been in his Gundam during
the final battle? Treize watched his daughter laugh and sing as Wufei
twirled her around the floor, his hands resting lightly on her little
back, his eyes smiling and happy, even though he clearly felt uncomfortable
at the ball. Wufei had a single-mindedness and an innocent charm that
"How does your new prize suit you my lord?" Une asked over the
murmuring of the crowd.
"I could not be more satisfied, Lady Une." Well, maybe after
I bed him, Treize thought.
"That is excellent to hear, sir."
When the little fox trot was over, Wufei set Marie down and sent her off
to play with the other children on the floor. Then he made a beeline for
the balcony and quickly disappeared behind the red velvet curtains. Treize
followed, breaking the conversation surrounding him without so much as
a second thought.
Wufei walked out onto the terrace, the familiar terrace that he had not
set foot on since the day he had been attacked. The night air blew chilly
and he could see his breath. He looked up at the stars. "Minna."
What the hell is wrong with me?
Wufei felt startled to hear his name from Treize's lips. He stopped leaning
against the railing and let his hands fall to his sides. "That's
a beautiful daughter you have, Treize.
Treize smiled. "Thank you. She was a child born of love, but I had
no where to keep her during the war."
"Yes," Wufei said, not really wanting to hear anymore.
"I was going to tell you about her, dragon, but there wasn't time."
"Of course. I've only been here for three months. I understand."
"Dragon, you're very beautiful when you bitch at me, do you know
"Have you ever known me to tell a joke?"
"I can't keep this up much longer. I... I don't have the energy anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Please. I have to know now. Where are my boundaries? What is expected
of me? Why am I here? Will I ever go home? What is to become of
me? Are you my master or my friend or... What am I to you?"
Wufei felt like he would sob. He always felt so tired! He felt utterly
exhausted, like his limbs were made of wet sand. His mouth felt like it
was full of cotton and his heart beat like the wings of a little bird
in a cage.
"Dragon," Treize whispered. He came up behind Wufei and encircled
his arms around the trembling boy. "I brought you here because...
you have no home. No family. Nothing to return to. I brought you here
because I want you safe... I want you near me."
"Because..." His lips brushed against Wufei's ear. "I love
Wufei turned around and spat in Treize's face. Then he smacked him hard
across the jaw and hissed "Usotuki!" He stomped off into the
ballroom, leaving Treize standing in shock on the balcony.
Treize snapped out of it quickly though and strode after Wufei. He didn't
have to go very far. Wufei stood frozen in the middle of the ballroom
floor, staring agape at Lady Une. Lady Une had little Marie in her hands
and she looked at Wufei with a smug expression. "Well, well Chang.
We meet again. Your master tells me you please him. I am overjoyed."
Wufei, out of reflex, fell to the floor, his palms hitting the marble
with a cold smack, his head lowered. His entire body shook with fear.
Not again not again this isn't happening to me because Treize is here
and he'll make it okay and oh fuck I just hit him and now Une will kill
"You needn't bow to me, Wufei. Only to your master, as we agreed,
Wufei stayed on the floor, his eyes brimming with tears. The humiliation
had been nothing compared to the fear that gripped him.
"Lady!" Treize boomed. "What is the meaning of this nonsense!"
"Why, my lord. Just as you say. Stand up Wufei," Une commanded.
Wufei did it so fast Treize had to wonder if he even saw the movement.
He searched Une's face but found nothing but cold amusement. "I'm
going to ask again, one more time, what does this mean?"
"Mr. Chang and I are old acquaintances. When you summoned for Chang
Wufei, you sent me to bring him and asked me to make sure he was properly
prepared. After what you told me tonight, I assumed I had fulfilled my
"Exactly how did you prepare him, Lady?"
Une looked down at Marie and the crowd and then away and Treize's face
burned in anger and shame. "This was not what I asked!"
Wufei's head reeled. He couldn't breathe at all, and standing there in
the presence of Une and all the other guests, who were just starring at
him, he felt suddenly very small and very cold. Blood trickled out of
his nose and he fought for consciousness but he knew he wouldn't win.
His little body sunk to the floor almost silently, and he had never been
aware of Treize's warm hands as they rushed forward to steady him and
ease him gently back up. Chang Wufei's heartbeat became remarkably fragile,
and he slipped deeper into the darkness than he had ever been before...
Treize asked Noin to watch Marie and make some excuse and then begged
Zechs to follow him upstairs. "Une!" he barked. "Follow
Treize then rushed up the stairs, leaving the other two in his wake as
he burst into his bedroom and quickly placed Wufei upon the soft mattress.
He undid the boy's tie and the first few buttons of his shirt. Wufei had
a fever, a very severe fever, and he trembled slightly. Treize didn't
look up as he heard the other two come into the room. He reached for the
phone and dialed 77 and said, "I need a doctor up here. Now."
He slammed the phone down and turned, expression utterly feral. "Une.
What have you done?"
"My Lord, as you asked. I simply prepared the boy for life as your
"Quickly, what did that entail?"
"Um, various things, sir. How to treat you, how to kneel and how
to address you, how to please you, how to serve various meals --
"Stop! Go back! What do you mean how to please me?" Treize's
voice betrayed very little feeling. But Zechs knew him well enough. He
would kill Une in cold blood if she didn't watch her step. Zechs, for
his credit, said nothing to warn the lady and merely moved closer to the
bed to check on the boy.
"I had him trained, my Lord. To please you sexually. In case you
were ever so inclined -- "
"You had him raped?"
"He resisted at first sir, but after the implant -- "
"IMPLANT! " Zechs and Treize screamed.
"Yes, the implant. A small device put in the boy's left arm; it releases
a depressant every couple of hours, to keep him from fighting too much...
I... I thought you said you found him agreeable sir..."
Treize stood up and spun around to face Une. He had never struck a woman
before in his life. He struck one now. Une's eyes filled with tears; she
looked utterly heartbroken.
"Never. Never in my life as anyone ever caused me to lose my self-control,
as you have just now. I don't know whether to throttle you here or save
it for the firing squad."
"Treize." Zechs voice sounded very quiet. "You need to
calm down. Wufei. He needs you right now. You have to be calm to help
"Yes, Milliardo. Except I don't know how I can ever make up for..."
His shoulders shook.
"Let's just start with the doctors removing the implant."
"Une. Tell me we can remove the implant without hurting the boy!"
"Of course, my Lord. I left that option open," her haunted voice
whispered, "in case you wanted him to resist... I only thought to
"...You're disgusting. Get out of my sight. You are no longer welcomed
at OZ and if you ever come near my daughter -- "
"General Kushrenada! We're here!" Two young men in white lab
coats rushed into the room out of breath. They looked at the boy on the
bed and started towards him.
"Leave," Treize said to Une. "This is my way of rewarding
you for years of loyal service. If I ever see you again, you're dead,
Une." Treize then turned and looked at the doctor's fussing over
Une looked at Zechs, appealing for his support, but all she got from him
had been a cold frown and arms folded across a very tight chest. Defeated,
she ran out of the room sobbing.
"The boy had an implant of some sort in his left arm. I should have
noticed it sooner. It's been affecting him all along... You must remove
it as soon as possible."
Even as Treize spoke, one doctor ran his fingers over the small incision
as the other doctor took Wufei's vitals. The doctors looked at each other
and then at Treize. The one checking Wufei's pulse said, "He is very
weak sir. His fever is at a dangerous pitch and I'm loathe to operate
on someone with such a weak pulse. However, it might be the implant that's
affecting him and therefore we need to operate as soon as possible."
The other doctor looked up. "It's a coin toss, either way, sir. We'll
do whatever you say, but, the chances aren't very good."
"Do whatever you have to. Get it out of him. If he's going to die,
he can at least do so as himself... and not as... some damned puppet..."
Zechs placed a firm grip on Treize's arm; the older man's anguish cut
him to the quick.
"Treize. Have faith. Wufei won't be beaten by a silly little fever.
The boy's been orphaned, widowed, conquered, raped, and sold to the enemy..
.and still managed to be a pain in your ass. I think he can survive this.
Ne?" Zechs attempted to be light hearted, but he could not disguise
the fear in his voice.
"Ah. If anyone can survive this, my little Fei can. Quickly, Milliardo.
The doctors and Zechs followed as Treize lifted the frail little shell
of his love and rushed towards the door.
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