Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pepper & China Roses ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Pepper & China Roses

By Rude.

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Warnings:

AU, Possible OOC, yaoi, other stuff, maybe some angst.

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Swinging long legs to the cold floor, the former Oz general killed what little grogginess still buzzing his head.

It was the middle of April and everything outside was alive and blooming. If ever he could enjoy it fully, now was the time.

After all the heartache and two hundred years of blood, now was the time to harvest what peace brought to every other human on earth and the colonies.

The former general of Oz special forces felt he deserved a go at this new found peace, one he new for sure would last longer than anyone could dream.

How he new this? Lets just say this war was more than a mad man's plan.

He stretched out slowly, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the smell of wet earth and woods outside his window. A small happy laugh got away from him and he blushed at his behaviour, how improper for a well bred gentleman.

He was a long and lean man in his mid twenties, creamy skin a princess would grovel for and ginger gold hair that curled in a coquettish way at the ends, it was hell to keep looking tidy though.

This morning he brushed those stubborn locks of his in a hurry, it was not the gelled and contained professional 'do' he whore two years ago, no personal hairstylist now, and no need to strive for the proper facade.

-The proper me... hmmm- his mirror reflected Treize Kushrenada back at him.

A naughty smile was all the warning he gave his prim reflection before he rumpled his hair and strode of feeling wicked and ready for a new day. The elegant an sophisticated son of Duke Henri Kushrenada was not what he wanted to see this morning or any other morning ever again.

Yes he was a self-sufficient, self-absorbed, egomaniac and a bastard in more ways than one (Thankfully few new the later) but today he was feeling too good to dwell on anything but his precious garden and his orchard's need for fertiliser. His night terrors gave him a break last night and that was a reason to celebrate.

He was feeling renewed after a whole night's sleep and this morning's quick shower and apple juice lasted till lunch.

Midday found him admiring his work.

Freshly moved soil and plump vegetables before him, his house at his back and beyond it, the tall alps and their snowy peaks.

Bare feet he stood in the mud, the soft soles lending extra enjoyment to the gooey feeling. The plump lettuce was looking good, tomatoes blushing nicely. He tried hard to let some turn red but the last time he couldn't help gobbling them up green. This time he promise to let the things ripen.

"yeah, right" he grumbled at his own impatience.

-Face it! You are patient for a lot of things Treize but you just cant keep your hands to yourself when it comes to these tomatoes- he mussed while caressing the shinny skin, the smell of green rising to his nose.

-Maybe because there is no real obligation or need to? - his mind supplied.

He stomped lightly in the mud and smiled at the 'squishy' noise, wondering what time did it rain last night, he slept right true it anyway.

Mud was something he never thought anyone not of the porcine species could enjoy.

Trudging through the dark brown mess he made his way back to the cabin, reaching the stone deck, he turned on the water and pulled off the tin cotton T-shirt and working gloves, sweaty bangs sticking to forehead and graceful neck, perfectly toned torso was bared to the sun glowing in a such a way it would be pagan and sinful for any mortal eye to witness. Unconcerned, for once, of his appearance he hosed himself down with glee and dried briskly with a towel he later tossed to dry on the shrubs growing by the kitchen door.

This garden consisted mainly of thick rose bushes planted a long time ago when the ruined main house was still a grand palace, guarding the tall pillars now where the giant red thorns of Damask roses said to be Alexander the Grate's favourite.

The palace was now missing floor and roof, all left was the bare bones of it structure and a garden gone wild with tall trees towering at random, ad to these the multicoloured, gigantic, flower beds and Treize had a very exotic playground for himself.

Red china roses made a walkway to the house, across the maze of the old palace, ending at the grand stairway that led to the top of a small hill and onto the cabins front lawn, it was probably an old guest house but it had every modern commodity thanks to his uncle's effort.

The orchard was at the side of the cabin, he started it two years ago as a necessity since it was hard to get fresh food up here, not to mention risky for anyone to come up to often.

He missed the sea sometimes.

-Maybe I should bring in that towel, looks like rain ..-

He loved gardening, it was probably the only thing he loved from before.

Hands busy now making lunch he shrugged those thoughts away,

-pepper... where did I put it-

He spent so much time in the garden his skin had a healthy golden tan. Long gone memories of a tall pale blond who could use a tan drifted by unattended.

The distraction it provided now was not as tiresome a task as he expected, so his pet project was sometimes groomed and preened to exhaustion by his idle hands. Tinkering whit the plants allowed for time to pass by without contemplation of any kind.

Treize did not want to dwell on anything, it was not a conscious decision, but his mind needed a break after all. The way he was literally brought back to life had left him change and scarred worst than any war could have. Now was not the time to think about anything or anyone, nothing could brake his carefully constructed routine, he was in denial and some might even call it a fugue state but he only new that this was his house, this his garden and those were his toes covered in mud. Some part of his battered ego refused to admit any responsibility to the life he left behind.

Identity crisis was an understatement now.

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tbc.

http://www.magicgarde nroses.com.au/Default.htm

nice place to check out rose pictures. The Stanwell Perpetual, from the old world roses section, looks like pastry (yummy). XD