Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Revolution ❯ chapter ten ( Chapter 10 )

Silent Revolution

 

Authors Notes: Thank you for the reviews & recommendations. For the reviewer who reviewed yaoi for the first time- thank you so much for the review! It was awesome to read what you wrote. I'm similar when it comes to het; I tend not to read it, but even if I do, I don't ever really review. Thank you so much for taking the time to review.

 

Chapter four of `somewhere I belong' is half way done and very late. My apologies .

Chapter three of `Upheavel' will be posted once I find out where the bloody hell I left the notebook I wrote it in ._.'

Chapter eleven of silent revolutions should be due soon.

 

I get my AS results on Thursday *worries* wish me luck!

 

….

 

(If I fail, Duo dieeees! -Insert evil laughter- o_o …. xD Nooo, I cant do that to him ;-; even I'm not that evil xD)

 

 

 

 

Silent Revolution - Chapter Ten - Inspection

 

“In addition, our annual spending on miscellaneous, surplus equipment has risen over that last quarter, due to unforeseen circumstances we believe to have been generated by our general lack of…..”

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

Ice blue eyes narrowed beneath a sleek gundanium half-mask. His jaw twitched, mouth set in a stern line, teeth clenched firmly together. Long-fingered, slender hands, encased in soft white gloves, clenched and unclenched at his side, one arm firmly behind his back as he stood to attention on the right hand side.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

She shifted from one foot to the other slowly, both hands clasped firmly behind her back. Small, round gold spectacles glinted in the half light. Sky blue eyes hardened, lips pursed. She stood to the left.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

One small, lightly tanned hand pressed tightly against pale, plump lips. The bluenette desperately tried to stifle her giggles. She stood, bend double, off to one side, thankfully out of the view of the three large vidscreens.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

In the centre of it all, behind a long, ebony table, seated in a large, black leather chair, facing numerous screens, sat the cause of all of the amusement and agitation.

 

Glazed Prussian blue eyes gazed blankly in the general direction of the three screens. He lent forward, chin resting on one glove-encased palm, tawny locks in their usual perfect state. He nodded every now and then, hm-ing when a nod wasn't enough.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

Along the wall, to one side, just out of view of the three screens, stood a long, ebony cabinet. Upon said cabinet, stood a long row of small, to scale model figures.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

Of miniature, model mobile suits.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

Tauros, Leos, mobile dolls.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

One of each of the five known gundams.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

The Tallgease, his favourite Lieutenant and childhood friend's mobile suit, his own beloved Tallgease II.

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

Even a little doll that was, supposedly, supposed to be him. Dressed in a matching little uniform and boots, rose and all. Une had been highly amused when she had found it, sitting innocently amongst a mountain of gifts and personal mail that she had been sorting through for his Excellency

 

Flick. Thwack. Flick. Thwack.

 

Prussian blue eyes honed in on his target. Finger pulled back, poised, he aimed, target within his sights.

 

Flick. Thwack. Thump.

 

“Yes!” He smirked.

 

“Your Excellency?”

 

He blinked. He looked up at the screens, smoothing out his expression. “Just answering one of my lieutenants, Captain. Please continue.” He smiled disarmingly at the centre screen.

 

He had almost forgotten he was in a conference. Almost. `Damn'

 

His lips quirked as Noin, unable to stifle her giggles anymore, ducked out of the room. Her laughter could still be heard through the firmly closed door.

 

He had to stifle his own giggles, one white gloved hand pressing to his mouth, faking a yawn, as he looked again at the display. Peanuts surrounded the row of suits. Some hadn't made it to the cabinet, instead littering the floor, along with the few suits that had fallen prey to his fearsome attacks.

 

His last target had been a success. Well, it had hit. The results, however...

 

The miniature Treize doll now lay, horizontal, above the fallen model of Shenlong, its small head between the gundams spread legs.

 

Une's mouth twitched, her only outward show of emotion. She really had mellowed somewhat since she had started dating again.

 

`I knew she just needed to get laid' He thought to himself. `Milly, on the other hand...' He glanced at his blond friend.

 

Treize Kushrenada was bored. Completely, and utterly, bored-out-of-his-mind,-i'm-gonna-fall-asleep-if-you-dont-amuse-me-now-damni t bored. Not that anyone, save two certain lieutenants and a Cournel, had noticed yet. He had sat through several long, tedious meetings, back to back, for fourteen hours straight now. After an eight hour shuttle flight. And a three and a half hour car ride.

 

`Need for secrecy for my safety my ass. Milly's just pissed at me still...I mean, really! The man is just far too sensitive if he cant take a little joke...thongs aren't that uncomfortable to wear....for a week or three...'

 

There were only two things that had kept him sane during those long hours; his mp3 player, cleverly disguised as a single red rose-after all, who would ever suspect that?-always worn on the lapel of his uniform, the other, the discomfort and kittenish bad-temper of a certain blond lieutenant.

 

It had taken many hours of begging, pleading, threatening, sulking and pouting, before he had finally remembered he could just order the blond to accompany him back to Earth.

 

The two of them, along with Une and Noin, had already visited several Oz facilities, checking upon everything from the Officers to the new recruits, the manufacturing of new mobile suits to the prisoners and their conditions.

 

They aimed to get the remaining sixteen bases on their list over and done with within two to three weeks, allowing Trieze to spend some time off, resting at one of his estates, relaxing and, hopefully, getting reacquainted with Milliardo on a more...intimate level. Wars did such terrible things to ones sex life.

 

They were almost there, though. They had almost passed the three week mark, but it was almost over. Only one more base to inspect.

 

 

To Be Continued

 

Authors notes - not fully happy with this chapter, but i didn't want to delay it any longer. I may return to edit this at a later date.