(Fic)TKxLUIn Contrast: The Rose And The Revolver

[SaintLadyUne]

Title of Fic: In Contrast: The Rose And The Revolver


Summary: This fic provides an in-depth look of Lady Une?s schizophrenia, her change from the loving, caring Saint Une to the cruel and harsh Lieutentant Une. Hence the fanfics name In Contrast: Her sweet side is the Rose and her cruel side is the Revolver. I really believe her split personality is more complex than: GLASSES: I WILL KILL YOU! NO GLASSES: I LOVE YOU! This fic also aims to look at and establish the ambiguous relationship between Lady Une and Treize Khushrenada. You?ve heard the saying ?What good is a kiss without some tongue?? Well, what good is a fic without a little lemon and some romance to spice it up? ^_^... OK, yeah, I admit, I?m a hopeless romantic...


Disclaimer: Gundam WingTM is ? Copyright Sotsu Agency, Sunrise, and TV Asahi. NO infringements of the copyright laws are intended. This fic is solely for my writing pleasure and the reading pleasure of my readers (hopefully) only...



Author?s Note: There are a few little ?romantic? sayings included in the fanfic to add to your own enlightenment and to sort of, optimistically, add a type of sub-title to paragraphs following the saying... Also for some of the things written in my fic you?ll see little asterisks (*) and at the end of the fic you may look to see what some of things meant, or it?s there just to help you understand or picture something much more clearly. So you like, you know, sit there in front of your computer screen and thing ?WTF is she talking about?!?...



Rating of Chapter: A-14 (Adult 14) for brief ?citrusy-lemonade?. Rating sure to fluctuate higher and lower in later chapters.



^_^ Anyway, enough the chatter ? to the fic!!





Chapter I:



The Contrast of Blissful Dreams and The Reality That is

Sometimes Even Better





|?In Dreams and in Love there are no impossibilities.?|

*~*Janos Arany*~*



Lieutenant Colonel Lady Une treaded into his Excellency Treize Khushrenada?s garden, slowly, troubled because she, once again, had no good news for him; she had underestimated the strength of the Gundams on numerous an occasion and now she was finding it extremely difficult to discover their weakness.



She stopped in her tracks to inhale the invigorating scent of Treize?s roses, as his garden was filled with them. Against every wall and around every corner was a rose bush. The splash of radiant reds across the green stems of each plant was the key to the garden?s splendour, each new bud promised roses so magnificent they would look like they were plucked from the Garden of Eden itself.



It was at one of these bushes that Une spotted his Excellency. He was tending to the roses, caressing each flower tenderly not wanting a single petal to fall, or any rose to die from mishandling. She nearly laughed at the irony, this man who cared so deeply for the roses? life, could utter one word and end a fellow humans?.



?Ah, Lady Une,? Treize?s refined voice spoke, though he never turned to look at her. How he had known she was there only he would know... ?Have you any news?? He continued, nonchalantly as if he were talking about the weather. She didn?t have to answer; he knew things were not going their way ? yet.



?I?m sorry, Master Treize, I?ve let you down,? Lady Une?s soft voice bore immense contempt for the Gundam pilots and anger that she could not defeat them. The soldier in her absolutely loathed entirely even the thought of failure.



It was then that Treize turned to face her, ?Do you know why I love roses?? he changed the subject suddenly.



The question had no relevance to the conversation, but she shook her head in the negative.



?It?s their contrast,? He went on, ?Beauty and thorns. They?re elegant yet dangerous. Sweet scented yet foul. Soft yet sharp.? He paused, ?Bittersweet, to say the least. So many oxymorons in one flower.? His icy blue eyes locked with hers. ?Pick one and it?s yours.?



She didn?t hesitate, for one had caught her eye a long time ago. It?s petals burst in brilliant red colours, the middle petals a deep, rich blood red and the outer petals a lighter, softer red, and it bloomed so wide it seemed to swallow you entirely when you gazed at it. She stretched out her arm to pick it but as soon as she reached to tug it from the bush she felt a sharp sting on the tip of her forefinger. In a flash she drew back her arm, she squeezed the pulsating finger where a small bead of blood as red as the rose promptly appeared.



Treize smiled wryly, ?What did I say? Beautiful yet dangerous.?



Lady Une didn?t find it quite so amusing...



?Here,? Treize said as he grasped her hand gently, ?allow me...? he trailed off. Or did he? Maybe he had continued speaking but she could no longer hear what he was saying. All she could feel and hear was the beating of her own heart, which was hammering uncontrollably at what he was about to do...



He isn?t! She thought fleetingly, as her hand rose slowly to his lips. He is! She resolved, as he unhurriedly opened his mouth. He did! She nearly cried out loud, as he took her pricked finger into his mouth and sucked the blood the fingertip, deliberately keeping it in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue leisurely after the blood was cleared. Her heartbeat accelerated. Was she even breathing?



She doubted it.



|?I only wish to be the fountain from which you drink,

Every drop promising eternal passion.?|

*~*Unknown Author*~*



It was silent for a few seconds, or was it minutes? She licked her lips nervously, as she did whenever she was uneasy, which, she was proud to admit, wasn?t very often. Treize removed her finger from his mouth and let her hand go. {Though he did it in a much longer time than the sentence took to read.}



She had her hand back but she wished she didn?t, because now she had the uncontrollable urge to run her fingers through his hair and smooth those disobedient strands of his beautiful dark blond locks into place. She was horrified at herself. Beautiful locks?! The thoughts running through he mind caused her to grow more nervous and, struggling for something to break the tension caused her to lick her lips once again.



She turned away from him and walked over to his white wrought iron garden bench that was only a few feet away from them. She sat down, fearing her feet, that had undoubtedly turned to jelly after that ? tantalizing ordeal, could no longer hold her up. How could one tiny action like that have caused her to go haywire like this? She could feel his eyes on her.



She thought of the ripple effect ? one small pebble causing one tiny ripple, which would eventually grow and grow and grow into bigger ripples before it finally stopped. She likened it to her own situation. The pebble was thrown when she pricked her finger, Master Treize?s ?act of kindness? was a tiny ripple, which would cause a ripple effect of her giving into her oh-so tempting desire to smooth back those unruly strands of his gorgeous hair, which, of course, would lead to a bigger ripple ? him kissing her ever so passionately.



She licked her lips.



And then they?d end up ? she licked her lips again for it was fast becoming uncontrollable ? they?d unquestionably end up ?



Making Love...



She hadn?t realized he was now standing in front of her. What to say? What to say? She thought, and once again she licked her lips.



?Damn it, Lady, if you lick your lips one more time, I swear, I?ll have to kiss you, because, by God, that?s what it?s tempting me to do...? Treize warned her, and did she detect a touch of longing in his voice?



?I ? I?m so sorry, Master Treize, I, I, um...? Think, think, think, she commanded her self, make up anything to change the subject...



?Uh,? she continued, and looking ion every direction but his she commented, ?It?s really a really nice, really fresh day today...?



He smiled, ?Really now??



She wished she could wipe that smile off his face, ?Um, yes...?



Treize?s grin widened, ?Lady Une, at lost for words, I never thought I?d see it,? he paused, lowering his voice, ?It?s quite becoming...?



Becoming?! She thought. ?Uh, well, um...?



Reflexes won. She licked her lips nervously.



|?The most eloquent silence ? that of two mouths

meeting in a kiss...?|

*~*Unknown*~*



A slow triumphant smile played across his handsome face, ?That?s what I was waiting for...?



As if in slow motion she watched as he cupped her chin, tilting her head higher and forcing her to stand in front of him. His lips lowered to hers and his hands grasped around her waist pulling her closer to his frame. She melted and moulded against him, and was surprised at how well she fit him. Hands locked about her waist he began to kiss her, giving her no chance to pull away. But she wasn?t trying to...



Her arms reached up to slip around his neck, and she sighed softly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the delightful contours of her lips, and tasting the sweetness and deliciousness of her mouth. She inhaled his scent, he smelt rose scented from his bath earlier that day and this wonderful, earthy manly smell, that drove her insane with desire. The scent played havoc on her senses; it was so intoxicating she felt she could float in it eternally.



Treize ended the kiss but not without protest from Lady Une. He stared into her creamy chocolate brown eyes which, she knew, were filled with longing ? Lust...



He bent his head once again to trail feather light butterfly kiss along her smooth cheeks and the milky white flesh of her neck and jaw line. With his tongue he explored and tasted and with his hands he teased. Ever so slowly his gloved hand smoothed her knee length skirt, centimetre-by-centimetre, inch-by-inch, higher and higher. His hands caressed her outer thigh never loitering too long in one place but playing over fevered skin, exciting and tantalizing her. Each movement over her heated skin rewarded by her tiny gasps of pleasure.



Suddenly, she grabbed his hand as he moved it slowly toward her inner thigh. At first afraid of her desire, then wanting to ignite in him the same fire of passion which burned in her.



She took his hand and slowly pulled off his white glove, and then took one of his fingers and brought it merely inches away from her lips and said, ?To return the favour, Your Excellency...? She placed the tip of his finger in her mouth, sucking slightly and teasing it with her tongue. She inched his finger farther into her heated mouth, and sucked harder. When her saliva had dampened nearly his entire finger, she pulled it slowly out, circling it with her tongue, so sensually, and in so sexy a way she hadn?t even known she was capable of it.



?Oh, Lady...? she heard him groan, and she smiled in satisfaction.



?Lady...??



?Mmm...?? She answered softly.



?Lady?? she felt a hand slightly shaking her shoulder. ?Lady, wake up. We?ve almost arrived.?



Slowly, Lady Une opened her heavy-lidded eyes to see her superior Treize Khushrenada watching her with a very amused expression.



She?d been sleeping, and dreaming about him! Her face coloured.



?Are you alright?? Treize asked, noticing her cheeks were turning to the colour of a beetroot, ?You look flushed...? he commented.



?No, Master Treize, I?m fine... It?s just...? She blushed even darker, painfully aware of his intense stare. It was as if he was reading her thoughts, his thick golden brown eyebrow rose questioningly; if she hadn?t known the gesture was for her to finish her sentence, she would have thought that he had, in fact, read her mind and was appropriately surprised about her shameful, yet incredibly steamy dream. ?It?s this dreadful heat...? she continued.



?It is sweltering,? Treize concurred, satisfied with her explanation, ?But, you have to take into account the fact that this was the only way to get the Middle Eastern Base unscathed, if in fact, the Mobile Suit Carriers containing the Aries are attacked by the Gundams during the flight to the base.?



?Oh yes, of course, I understand the issue of the Mobile suit carriers being a target for the Gundams, Your Excellency,? she voiced her opinion on the matter, ?but I do not fully comprehend why we had to drive to the Middle-East Division when we could have just taken our own shuttle.? She answered.



?This is a critical time, Lady,? Treize said matter-of-factly, ?we have barely begun phase one of the scheme; it is imperative that we remain very much alive throughout our planning... If we had taken our own shuttle and word had gotten ?round to the Gundams, I believe it is safe to say we wouldn?t live to see another day, not without knowing how to properly defeat the Mobile Suits Gundams...?



?Understood, Master Treize.?



?I am very much aware of your feeling that this is the coward?s way out of a problematical situation, but please, Lady, bear in mind the seriousness of our plan. If we had ended up fighting the Gundams when we have such little information about them, the combat would, unquestionably, have been futile. Remember ? patience and subtlety are required.?



?Yes, sir. But, Your Excellency, don?t you think you are overestimating the power of the Gundams??



?Don?t you think you?re under-estimating them?? He countered.



She didn?t answer but instead turned her attention back to the window. As far as her eyes could see was a mass of golden sand, every so often she witnessed a whirlwind of sand being shifted by the breeze. There was no sign of life to be seen, not even a cactus or tumbleweed. She groaned uncomfortably as the heat of the sun burned through the open window, reddening her skin. It would figure that the limousine?s Air Conditioning was out of commission...



She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw before them the ground started ascend, two mechanical poles on either side of the horizontal door began to slowly raise the flat metal door to a vertical position*. The sand on top of the very well camouflaged Base door blew away in the wind. The Siberian Base. She could just make out a small number of Aires being maintained in the Mobile suit hanger.



The limousine drove into the base, going slowly down the entrance slope and then pulling to a halt. Treize?s door was opened by the Middle-Eastern Base?s chief Mobile Suit engineer Colonel Ferguson Blanc. ?Your Excellency, Treize, welcome to the Siberian Base. It is an honour for us to have you visit us personally...? His voice was laced with admiration.



Treize stepped out of the vehicle. He was dressed according to his status ? Leader of the Organization Of Zodiac (OZ) and as the founder of the Specials, the most prestigious assemblage of Mobile Suits in the entire universe. He wore a deep blue military uniform with gold coloured fringed epaulettes on each shoulder as a decorative piece. His collar, which concealed a considerable amount of his neck, was dark in colour with a golden lining around the edging to decorate it. Displaying precisely under Treize?s square jaw was a slight frill. On his jacket and over his broad, thick chest were snow-white lapels with a lining of diagonal chaste silver buttons toward the edges. The end of each sleeve was as jet black as the neck collar and had a similar lining of gold on the hem; his cufflinks were of the same pure silver as the buttons on his jacket. His gloves were made of white Italian kid leather lined with pure silk and were wrist-length. His trousers were as pallid as his gloves and fitted his muscular legs like a second skin; he wore knee-length leather boots on his feet. His black silk cape with red velvet lining was draped over his right shoulder; he truly looked the image of authority.



His smooth, silky voice greeted the Colonel, ?Thank you, Col. Blanc, I trust everything is going to our advantage??



?Yes, sir. The blueprints have been organised and are place on your desk at this very moment, Your Excellency,? The colonel answered.



Lady Une, who wore a burgundy military uniform with gold coloured fringed epaulettes similar to that of Treize?s, stepped out after Treize. On her belt was a small brown leather pouch that held a 9mm caliber handheld gun. She wore white tights and brown shin-high leather boots.



?Lt. Une,? Col. Blanc said with great respect and yet a touch of trepidation, for he had never met the Lieutenant before. ?We have, at long last, received further information about the Gundam Zero-One, if you don?t mind, will you be willing to take a look at the data for flaws before they are passed on to His Excellency??



?Consider it done, Col.? Her voice was ice cold. So, she lives up to her reputation as a haughty bitch, the colonel thought to himself nearly, just nearly, breaking into a half smile, and yet she is so crucial to Mr. Treize, the understanding of his ideals and, of course, the upcoming war...

Every OZ soldier, engineer and sentry* stationed at the Base stood on the left and right sides of the new arrivals in two straight lines, all donning the appropriate OZ navy blue uniform attire. They were all saluting their superiors, and they stood extremely still as they had been trained.



|"True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.?|

*~*Antoine De Saint-Exupery*~*



Treize turned to Lady Une, ?I?ll proceed to my office and you??



?Yes, Master Treize??



A smile crept up his face, and he visibly struggled to keep it under control, obviously to no avail. ?You have some ? something on your face.?



?Oh, really?? Her hand instinctively went to touch her face, ?What is it? ? Where?? She may not be the most feminine woman when it came to being a soldier, but how would her ?underlings? take her seriously if she didn?t look clean cut?



Treize watched as her hand made small journeys to every possible part of her face unbelievably missing the blemish that he wanted her to touch the most. He grew frustrated, ?Here,? he stopped her, ?Let me...?



She stiffened. How familiar...



He hadn?t even thought of using the handkerchief in his front pocket, in fact, he had forgotten all about it. His gloved hand cupped her cheek and with is thumb her rubbed the sullied spot from under her eyes. Her eyes fluttered shut when his hand lingered a nano-second longer than necessary to gently caress her.



He pulled back his hand abruptly. He showed her the stain on his glove, ?It was just some dust from outside...?



?Oh, thank you, Mr. Treize; but you really shouldn?t ha??



?Please, Lady, don?t worry about it...? he said softly and he gave a her slight smile.



He turned back to the soldiers before him. As was customary, he placed his right arm over his abdomen and his left arm over his lower back and bowed formally. ?Soldiers...? he acknowledged them briefly, and then he headed toward his administrative centre.



Lady Une suddenly realized that she had been holding her cheek, in an attempt to trap the wonderful sensation evoked by Treize?s touch into her skin. She pulled her hand down, angry with herself for performing such an personal action in front of her soldiers, who would unquestionably have a field day about the ?incident? a while ago, she immediately assumed her military stance. She walked to the end of the path set out by the two lines of rigid soldiers standing on either side of her. When she was in front of all of them she turned to face them. Her face was set in a freezing cold stare. ?R?ckkehr, Soldaten zu arbeiten*!? she shouted on the top of her lungs, ?Si vous travaillez dur sur le Mobile Suit, nous serons victorieux quand la guerre vient*! ?Todos los soldados e ingenieros saben que las tareas que deben ser hechas! ?Comience tan a trabajar!* Everyone to work NOW!?



She grinned evilly and gave Col. Blanc a look of condescendence. Who said being a haughty bitch didn?t have its? upsides...?




~*~Fini*~*




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1. * ? if you can?t picture the Bases? door think of it as this flat trap door that gets pushed open by these two robotic poles that make it come out of the ground and stand upright.



2. * A Sentry is basically a guard on patrol, they don?t pilot the Mobile Suits or anything. The take care of unauthorized people spotted around the base.



3. * - R?ckkehr, Soldaten zu arbeiten? German loosely translated ? ?Return to work, soldiers.?



4. * - Si vous travaillez dur sur le Mobile Suits, nous serons victorieux quand la guerre vient- French loosely translated ? ?If you work hard on the Mobile Suits, we will be victorious when the war comes.?



5. * - ?Todos los soldados e ingenieros saben que las tareas que deben ser hechas! ?Comience tan a trabajar! ? Spanish loosely translated ? ?All the soldiers and engineers know the tasks that must be done! So start working!?



Feedback is always welcome though flames will be used to warm the massage oils in my boudoir so my wonderful boyfriend can give my hands, that are cramped an aching from all this typing, a nice, delicious massage!

Also, I don?t speak any of the languages (except English of course) used in this fic, my sentences were translated by instant access internet translation services, so if there is a problem with one of sentences please don?t criticise me for it. Thanks in advance...

~SaintLadyUne

[silversong]

Oh, this is lovely! I love this pairing and they can be so hard to find. Please continue!

~Silver

[Beck]

Very nice. I hope you have more in the making. I like how you used those little excerpts within the fics with the poetry. Tis a shame that you really don't see fics on this pair anymore compared to around early '00 when GW was fresh in the states.

Keep up the great job