Sea of Emotion 4/? PG-13
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2003 1:20 am
Gundam Girl: Yay, chapter four! This fic is so much fun. . . I just got back from seeing ?Pirates of the Caribbean? for the second time, and I wanna go again! (I will too, as I?ve seen it with my sister twice now and I need to go with my friends.) I?ve been inspired for Raonaid?s pirate challenge and I figure that will come next. Yargh! (The Caribbean will also be mention in this chapter, go figure.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. If you come after me, I?ll send my demon monkey named ?Jack? after you!
*~Sea of Emotion~* Chapter Four
Barbados. He really did love the Caribbean. Though it wasn?t as good as the water that held it.
He?d found her there, in Barbados, and an excellent worker she was. Also, handily, she was an impressive bedmate if Anne had upset him and he needed the warmth of flesh.
But Treize had found that no blue in Luchrezia?s eyes could compare to that possessing shade of the ocean depths. It was a strength, it was a birthplace, and it, he knew, would be his own grave. Fortunately, he also knew that the day it became such was quite far from the current date.
He scrawled his signature on the three checks in front of him, then turned to the aforementioned warm-fleshed woman behind him. ?Take this to our suppliers, Ms. Noin. One for repairs, one for food, and one for beverages. . .mainly rum, I believe. You will see that they are all correctly labeled.?
?Yes, sir,? Noin answered obediently. Treize smiled; she could nod her head in duty twenty-four hours a day, but no amount of service to him would ever soften the hatred in those cerulean orbs beneath her brows. And after all he had done for her, he thought with amusement. Yet it was true that she had a right to despise him; he had saved her life. And she had to repay that debt ? whether she had wanted to die or not.
Noin strode from his office, hips swaying with unconscious desirability. And, as he had expected, Anne took her place. When her sharp voice shot from her mouth and embedded in his heart, his smile widened. She was extremely tempting when she was irritated.
?You are spending more and more money on rum, Treize,? she told him sternly. ?And you are underestimated the ships we ravage these days; the Rosetta can?t take the damage it could five years ago. And you refuse to replace this vessel.?
?I certainly do.? He rose from his desk to walk to her and set his hands on her shoulders. ?It was this ship on which I married you. . . It was this ship on which we made love for the first time. Would you so hurriedly have me be rid of it, Anne??
But the woman who had taken the name ?Khushrenada? in replacement of ?Une? did not soften as once she did upon such doting from her husband. ?I would have you rid us of it before we are killed, Treize.?
Treize withdrew from her and retreated to his desk again. More every day he lost the woman he had wed. More every day she lost herself to the coldhearted colonel of the Rosetta rather than the warm-blooded Anne Khushrenada. She was, after all, the reason he spent so much on alcohol. How many times had he wallowed in his bottle, swallowing rum and miserable thoughts of her? How many times had he gone to Noin?s bed for answers that were not there? Surely, only Noin herself knew.
?We will go below once Noin has returned. I have already decided our next target. Please prep the crew, dear,? Treize requested quietly.
Anne inclined her head a bit in acknowledgement. ?Yes, sir.?
Once she had left, Treize let his forehead fall into his palm, propped by the elbow on the surface of his desk. With a tight frown, he brushed wheat-colored locks from his eyes and opened a drawer to his right. Taking out the bottle of amber-brown alcohol, he popped the cork.
***
Noin walked the streets of Barbados, passing people of both black and white skin. They looked so happy, she thought errantly. Her own tanned skin was covered with bruises unseen by the casual observer. She was scarred in places most were not touched roughly.
Captain Treize had orders these checks to be hand-delivered to the shady dealers he kept business with; the infamous ?scientists? known publicly as only ?G,? ?O,? and ?S.?
She never really enjoyed her time with those wizened, wise men obsessed with money, however brief it was. They had known her as a child, she remembered them as professors at the high school she had gladly dropped out of when she was seventeen. Yet if she completed her task well, and managed to work positive comments from the elder suppliers, Treize would usually not bother her the night following.
However, she thought was a grimace, she had seen Colonel Une (which the crew was to call her) enter Captain Treize?s office as she had been exiting it, and she feared that tonight he might not be so grateful.
Noin sped her pace. If she hurried the errand, perhaps she could get some time to stroll the Barbados streets for self-pleasure before the captain expected her to return ? she hardly received pleasure for herself these days.
***
Captain Merquise entered the surveillance room whistling. He spotted his first mate before she saw him.
?Your coffee mug should be going cold, Relena.?
Relena turned her head. Once again, she had been watching the ocean. Only three hours ago, she had witnessed the breathtaking change in the water?s shade as the time confirmed the sun?s rising. She had not seen a sunrise or a sunset in four years; it didn?t bother her. She was content with seeing the underworld that did not miss the yellow orb that mattered nothing more to her than its duty in determining the sea?s temperature.
?Coffee never really mattered when it comes to my energy, sir,? she told him. ?It just puts flavor in my mouth.?
Zechs smiled. ?A flavor I?m sure Mr. Yuy would enjoy a taste of.?
Her eyes sharpened; she had almost succeeded in forgetting Heero Yuy for more than five minutes. ?I beseech you to not mention him in such an undermining way again, captain.?
He raised an eyebrow. ?Undermining to you or to him, Colonel??
Relena looked at her watch. ?My shift is complete. Good morning, sir.? She swept past him.
Her single superior?s smile faded once she had gone from the room.
?Is anything good anymore, Relena?? he wondered in the silence around him.
The silence did not answer.
***
Heero trudged to the infirmary at a quarter before eleven that morning. When he found Quatre there, he held out his arm.
Quatre?s eyebrows arched when he saw the shallow, but long gash atop Heero?s forearm. ?And how did this happen? We?ve had no battle with you on board for you to heroically harm yourself in yet.?
Yuy?s eyebrow?s narrowed. ?Broken bottle,? he said tersely.
The medic smiled; several stories could accompany those two words, but his explanation was reason enough for him to take down some cleaning alcohol and a roll of bandages.
Heero was not proud of this injury. He had not thought to discard his empty beer bottle from the night before in the nailed-down wastebasket in his room. He had merely left it sitting on his nightstand, and as a result of a particularly severe teeter of the ship, the bottle had rolled off the stand, shattered on one of his bedposts, and a long piece had scraped his arm.
No, he was not at all proud, but he wasn?t stupid enough to not let it be treated. And whereas he could easily tend to it himself, Quatre looked the type to insist upon being allowed to do his job the way he was paid to do it.
?I won?t press this matter,? Quatre told him as he swiped at his arm with a cloth soaked in alcohol.
Heero grunted his thanks.
Winner smiled. ?But I would like to ask you about Colonel Darlian. I lost twenty dollars last night as a result of your dance.?
?So I?ve heard.? Heero couldn?t resist a small smirk. ?You aren?t the only one who wishes she had kissed me.?
?You know, Heero, I don?t know what you hope to gain from the colonel. I?ve known her for a long time, and her interest in the opposite sex has never furthered from her brother?s well being. Sorry,? the medic said when he wrapped the bandage tightly enough to cause pain, though Heero hadn?t flinched.
?Everyone keeps mentioning her brother,? Heero murmured. ?But Duo said she rarely leaves the ship.?
?Yes, yes, the Golden Wave is her home.?
?But if she cares so much for her brother, why wouldn?t she take a vacation to go see him? Wouldn?t she bother to make a visit??
Quatre paused and for a moment, he stared into space. ?Miss Darlian and her brother are unfortunately too far from each other,? he told Heero dazedly. ?She probably sees it as a waste to forget her responsibilities long enough to make time for him.?
?But she cares??
?Oh yes, she cares greatly. But it?s. . .difficult.? He finished tying the bandage. ?You?re good to go, Heero. You might want to find Wufei. He was instructed to show you to your position.?
***
Wufei was found in some kind of gym Heero hadn?t been aware the ship held, lifting at least an eighty-pound barbell above his head.
?Trying to impress someone?? Heero asked from his place in the door.
Wufei paused, shirtless chest glistening with sweat, to regard him for a moment before continuing his exercise. ?What is it you want, Yuy??
Heero stepped. ?Quatre asked me to go and look you up.?
?Hm, five till twelve. All right.? Chang hung the barbell on a rack. ?I?ll be right out.? He disappeared inside what Heero guessed was a shower room before returning not three minutes later, clean and in uniform.
?This way, Yuy. I?ve been told you have a very important assignment.?
This pleased him; second day there and he was considered highly useful.
He followed Wufei to the main deck, which he hadn?t seen until now. There were people scurrying about, not panicked, but purposefully walking. Two men in suspended chairs read from codes waiting to be decoded; a panel of consoles and radars covered one two walls in the large room. Officers walked across the room on an overhanging bridge. One wall was made entirely of a screen which was obviously used for face-to-face communication. Captain Merquise sat in the middle of it all, seated in a large chair. He would be working in here?
Wufei left his side for a moment to speak with an officer Heero learned was called Otto. They talked briefly, though Heero could hear them over the bustle.
?Right then,? Wufei said upon returning. ?Through here, Yuy.? He trooped Heero across the deck. Heero thought he caught Zechs smiling in amusement.
They came to a wide door. Heero supposed it might have been his office. Wufei twisted the knob and opened the door.
Heero?s anxious look fell. Stacked on shelves were buckets and sponges and bottles of polish. Leaning against the side were several brooms and mops.
Wufei took down a bucket and seized a mop, shoving both into his hands. With a bit of an amused smirk, he gave the order:
?There you are, Yuy. Until four-hundred hours, you are to scrub and polish whatever seems fit to be cleaned. There?s a sink right down that way there.?
Heero glared at the mop then met Wufei?s eyes defiantly. Through gritted teeth, he managed once having recovered from his surprise, ?Mission accepted.?
?Good. I?ll be inspecting your work later this evening. Good day, Mr. Yuy.?
And Wufei stalked off without a care in the world.
Heero waited until he was gone. Once he had rounded into another hall, he slammed the bucket on the floor.
***
?Noin, thank you. Ah, excellent.? Treize gladly took the three envelopes from her. ?They said??
?All three send their regards, Captain,? she said with a salute.
?Wonderful, terrific.? With a pleased smile, he said, ?I have one more request for you before we sink, and then you have the rest of the day off, Ms. Noin.?
Noin took note that he had not said ?evening? but only ?day.? ?Yes, sir??
Treize corked his bottle and put it back in the drawer. He was only a little loose so far today. ?I want you to set a course for the Atlantic.?
?The Atlantic, sir??
?Yes. I wish to rendezvous with the Golden Wave.?
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Gundam Girl: Chapter four, wheeee!
Animechick: Yay!
Maxine: Party!
Kiki Tigerclaw: *wakes up* What?
GG: Thanks for reading, guys. I have introduced Treize, Une, and Noin. Tell me what you think of Heero with a mop. . .which means you have to review please!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. If you come after me, I?ll send my demon monkey named ?Jack? after you!
*~Sea of Emotion~* Chapter Four
Barbados. He really did love the Caribbean. Though it wasn?t as good as the water that held it.
He?d found her there, in Barbados, and an excellent worker she was. Also, handily, she was an impressive bedmate if Anne had upset him and he needed the warmth of flesh.
But Treize had found that no blue in Luchrezia?s eyes could compare to that possessing shade of the ocean depths. It was a strength, it was a birthplace, and it, he knew, would be his own grave. Fortunately, he also knew that the day it became such was quite far from the current date.
He scrawled his signature on the three checks in front of him, then turned to the aforementioned warm-fleshed woman behind him. ?Take this to our suppliers, Ms. Noin. One for repairs, one for food, and one for beverages. . .mainly rum, I believe. You will see that they are all correctly labeled.?
?Yes, sir,? Noin answered obediently. Treize smiled; she could nod her head in duty twenty-four hours a day, but no amount of service to him would ever soften the hatred in those cerulean orbs beneath her brows. And after all he had done for her, he thought with amusement. Yet it was true that she had a right to despise him; he had saved her life. And she had to repay that debt ? whether she had wanted to die or not.
Noin strode from his office, hips swaying with unconscious desirability. And, as he had expected, Anne took her place. When her sharp voice shot from her mouth and embedded in his heart, his smile widened. She was extremely tempting when she was irritated.
?You are spending more and more money on rum, Treize,? she told him sternly. ?And you are underestimated the ships we ravage these days; the Rosetta can?t take the damage it could five years ago. And you refuse to replace this vessel.?
?I certainly do.? He rose from his desk to walk to her and set his hands on her shoulders. ?It was this ship on which I married you. . . It was this ship on which we made love for the first time. Would you so hurriedly have me be rid of it, Anne??
But the woman who had taken the name ?Khushrenada? in replacement of ?Une? did not soften as once she did upon such doting from her husband. ?I would have you rid us of it before we are killed, Treize.?
Treize withdrew from her and retreated to his desk again. More every day he lost the woman he had wed. More every day she lost herself to the coldhearted colonel of the Rosetta rather than the warm-blooded Anne Khushrenada. She was, after all, the reason he spent so much on alcohol. How many times had he wallowed in his bottle, swallowing rum and miserable thoughts of her? How many times had he gone to Noin?s bed for answers that were not there? Surely, only Noin herself knew.
?We will go below once Noin has returned. I have already decided our next target. Please prep the crew, dear,? Treize requested quietly.
Anne inclined her head a bit in acknowledgement. ?Yes, sir.?
Once she had left, Treize let his forehead fall into his palm, propped by the elbow on the surface of his desk. With a tight frown, he brushed wheat-colored locks from his eyes and opened a drawer to his right. Taking out the bottle of amber-brown alcohol, he popped the cork.
***
Noin walked the streets of Barbados, passing people of both black and white skin. They looked so happy, she thought errantly. Her own tanned skin was covered with bruises unseen by the casual observer. She was scarred in places most were not touched roughly.
Captain Treize had orders these checks to be hand-delivered to the shady dealers he kept business with; the infamous ?scientists? known publicly as only ?G,? ?O,? and ?S.?
She never really enjoyed her time with those wizened, wise men obsessed with money, however brief it was. They had known her as a child, she remembered them as professors at the high school she had gladly dropped out of when she was seventeen. Yet if she completed her task well, and managed to work positive comments from the elder suppliers, Treize would usually not bother her the night following.
However, she thought was a grimace, she had seen Colonel Une (which the crew was to call her) enter Captain Treize?s office as she had been exiting it, and she feared that tonight he might not be so grateful.
Noin sped her pace. If she hurried the errand, perhaps she could get some time to stroll the Barbados streets for self-pleasure before the captain expected her to return ? she hardly received pleasure for herself these days.
***
Captain Merquise entered the surveillance room whistling. He spotted his first mate before she saw him.
?Your coffee mug should be going cold, Relena.?
Relena turned her head. Once again, she had been watching the ocean. Only three hours ago, she had witnessed the breathtaking change in the water?s shade as the time confirmed the sun?s rising. She had not seen a sunrise or a sunset in four years; it didn?t bother her. She was content with seeing the underworld that did not miss the yellow orb that mattered nothing more to her than its duty in determining the sea?s temperature.
?Coffee never really mattered when it comes to my energy, sir,? she told him. ?It just puts flavor in my mouth.?
Zechs smiled. ?A flavor I?m sure Mr. Yuy would enjoy a taste of.?
Her eyes sharpened; she had almost succeeded in forgetting Heero Yuy for more than five minutes. ?I beseech you to not mention him in such an undermining way again, captain.?
He raised an eyebrow. ?Undermining to you or to him, Colonel??
Relena looked at her watch. ?My shift is complete. Good morning, sir.? She swept past him.
Her single superior?s smile faded once she had gone from the room.
?Is anything good anymore, Relena?? he wondered in the silence around him.
The silence did not answer.
***
Heero trudged to the infirmary at a quarter before eleven that morning. When he found Quatre there, he held out his arm.
Quatre?s eyebrows arched when he saw the shallow, but long gash atop Heero?s forearm. ?And how did this happen? We?ve had no battle with you on board for you to heroically harm yourself in yet.?
Yuy?s eyebrow?s narrowed. ?Broken bottle,? he said tersely.
The medic smiled; several stories could accompany those two words, but his explanation was reason enough for him to take down some cleaning alcohol and a roll of bandages.
Heero was not proud of this injury. He had not thought to discard his empty beer bottle from the night before in the nailed-down wastebasket in his room. He had merely left it sitting on his nightstand, and as a result of a particularly severe teeter of the ship, the bottle had rolled off the stand, shattered on one of his bedposts, and a long piece had scraped his arm.
No, he was not at all proud, but he wasn?t stupid enough to not let it be treated. And whereas he could easily tend to it himself, Quatre looked the type to insist upon being allowed to do his job the way he was paid to do it.
?I won?t press this matter,? Quatre told him as he swiped at his arm with a cloth soaked in alcohol.
Heero grunted his thanks.
Winner smiled. ?But I would like to ask you about Colonel Darlian. I lost twenty dollars last night as a result of your dance.?
?So I?ve heard.? Heero couldn?t resist a small smirk. ?You aren?t the only one who wishes she had kissed me.?
?You know, Heero, I don?t know what you hope to gain from the colonel. I?ve known her for a long time, and her interest in the opposite sex has never furthered from her brother?s well being. Sorry,? the medic said when he wrapped the bandage tightly enough to cause pain, though Heero hadn?t flinched.
?Everyone keeps mentioning her brother,? Heero murmured. ?But Duo said she rarely leaves the ship.?
?Yes, yes, the Golden Wave is her home.?
?But if she cares so much for her brother, why wouldn?t she take a vacation to go see him? Wouldn?t she bother to make a visit??
Quatre paused and for a moment, he stared into space. ?Miss Darlian and her brother are unfortunately too far from each other,? he told Heero dazedly. ?She probably sees it as a waste to forget her responsibilities long enough to make time for him.?
?But she cares??
?Oh yes, she cares greatly. But it?s. . .difficult.? He finished tying the bandage. ?You?re good to go, Heero. You might want to find Wufei. He was instructed to show you to your position.?
***
Wufei was found in some kind of gym Heero hadn?t been aware the ship held, lifting at least an eighty-pound barbell above his head.
?Trying to impress someone?? Heero asked from his place in the door.
Wufei paused, shirtless chest glistening with sweat, to regard him for a moment before continuing his exercise. ?What is it you want, Yuy??
Heero stepped. ?Quatre asked me to go and look you up.?
?Hm, five till twelve. All right.? Chang hung the barbell on a rack. ?I?ll be right out.? He disappeared inside what Heero guessed was a shower room before returning not three minutes later, clean and in uniform.
?This way, Yuy. I?ve been told you have a very important assignment.?
This pleased him; second day there and he was considered highly useful.
He followed Wufei to the main deck, which he hadn?t seen until now. There were people scurrying about, not panicked, but purposefully walking. Two men in suspended chairs read from codes waiting to be decoded; a panel of consoles and radars covered one two walls in the large room. Officers walked across the room on an overhanging bridge. One wall was made entirely of a screen which was obviously used for face-to-face communication. Captain Merquise sat in the middle of it all, seated in a large chair. He would be working in here?
Wufei left his side for a moment to speak with an officer Heero learned was called Otto. They talked briefly, though Heero could hear them over the bustle.
?Right then,? Wufei said upon returning. ?Through here, Yuy.? He trooped Heero across the deck. Heero thought he caught Zechs smiling in amusement.
They came to a wide door. Heero supposed it might have been his office. Wufei twisted the knob and opened the door.
Heero?s anxious look fell. Stacked on shelves were buckets and sponges and bottles of polish. Leaning against the side were several brooms and mops.
Wufei took down a bucket and seized a mop, shoving both into his hands. With a bit of an amused smirk, he gave the order:
?There you are, Yuy. Until four-hundred hours, you are to scrub and polish whatever seems fit to be cleaned. There?s a sink right down that way there.?
Heero glared at the mop then met Wufei?s eyes defiantly. Through gritted teeth, he managed once having recovered from his surprise, ?Mission accepted.?
?Good. I?ll be inspecting your work later this evening. Good day, Mr. Yuy.?
And Wufei stalked off without a care in the world.
Heero waited until he was gone. Once he had rounded into another hall, he slammed the bucket on the floor.
***
?Noin, thank you. Ah, excellent.? Treize gladly took the three envelopes from her. ?They said??
?All three send their regards, Captain,? she said with a salute.
?Wonderful, terrific.? With a pleased smile, he said, ?I have one more request for you before we sink, and then you have the rest of the day off, Ms. Noin.?
Noin took note that he had not said ?evening? but only ?day.? ?Yes, sir??
Treize corked his bottle and put it back in the drawer. He was only a little loose so far today. ?I want you to set a course for the Atlantic.?
?The Atlantic, sir??
?Yes. I wish to rendezvous with the Golden Wave.?
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Gundam Girl: Chapter four, wheeee!
Animechick: Yay!
Maxine: Party!
Kiki Tigerclaw: *wakes up* What?
GG: Thanks for reading, guys. I have introduced Treize, Une, and Noin. Tell me what you think of Heero with a mop. . .which means you have to review please!!!