Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Profile ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: *twitches and moans* I don't... own... Gundam Wing. Please... refrain from suing.

This was inspired by Sheryl Crow's The Book. Really good song. I'm a Sheryl Crow fan. You'll just have to accept it and move on. Angsty. No happy ending today. Feel pissed on Wufei's behalf. Thanks.

Love,

Goddess Blue

The Profile

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The windows were flung open, the balcony empty, and the curtains shoved aside to admit the moonlight. It cast shadows across the expanse of bed, playing with the gold threads woven into deep, majestic red. The pillows sprawled in an arrangement guaranteed to invite guests to enscone themselves in the comfort of one of the most expensive hotels in the colonies.

The carpet was of red roses warring with dusky pink, and spread through the room to cover the endless wooden floors. Chairs, in the same shade of rose were lined with gold brocade, were arranged around a deep mahongany table, and one held the imprint of a person who sat too long in one place.

Roses spilled out of the vase in the middle of the table, they were in every hotel room these meeting occured in. Baby's breath surrounded the bucket of ice holding chilled just-right champagne, strawberries mixed with the ice. They say it brings out the flavor of champagne.

The bottle of champagne was unopened, but someone had made a dent in the strawberries, and left a pen to spill its ink in the ice. Across the room, on a bedside table, propped up by the ivory old-fashioned circle dial telephone, was a note, with a name written harshly on the surface.

A key scraped in the lock, and the light from the hallway spilled in to war with the resting moonlight. Perfectly spit-shone boots made silent scuffles over the carpet in the foyer, and the door closed behind the tall, finely dressed man.

He lay his coat across the seat of the chair with the indented cushion and surveyed the empty room. There was no dark haired boy reclined among the rose red sheets of the bed. There were no clothes strewn from the window to the bathroom, and the door to the bath was open to reveal pristine ivory, and not a romantically lit bubble bath.

His eyes searched the room for a clue as to why he'd been stood up, and lit upon the note on the bedside stand. He strode over to the table and picked up the paper, scanning the name on the front.

Treize

Perhaps his lover couldn't make it this night. He opened the note to begin reading the scholar's script, but his blood immediately ran cold and he had to sit on the edge of the bed.

01 stalked into my room and slammed the file down on my desk. He'd extracted it from your Laraque base on Earth. A Psych profile on Gundam Pilot 05, Chang Wufei. Written by Treize Kushrenada.

You'd kept track of every moment in our relationship and written it down for them to see.

It was all there: hotel night stays, clandestine meetings. What made Chang Wufei tick? All those conversations about my homeland and my marriage, printed in black and white. How I felt about fighting and killing, CC'd to every major general in your army.

You told them how I reacted to the first boquet of roses you'd given me. A romantic at heart, you'd scrawled, in that same haphazard print you'd written love notes in, kept hidden by an icy exterior.

You'd analyzed my reactions to every move you'd made in the bedroom and predicted how I'd react to moves on the battlefield based on your field research.

I kept expecting you to describe the way I moaned when you were inside me.

But I suppose that held no scientific value, did it?

But that profile was sent out months ago, and we've met since then, Treize. I wonder, was it to keep me from getting suspicious? Or were you planning volume two? Enjoy your romantic evening all alone, perhaps the champagne will keep you company.

Thanks for the strawberries.

Sincerely,

Chang Wufei

Treize sincerely doubted the champagne would help him much, but he'd drunk the whole bottle in an hour anyway. He called room service for more.

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I'm thinking I might add a sequel, in which Treize apologises for his actions against Wu-fei. I'm not thinking he'll be forgiven. Darn it. I hate angsty stories. *sniffles*

Love,

Goddess Blue