A Boarding School Facade 6/?

[Jooles]

A Boarding School Facade - by Jooles

You can read Chapters 1-5 (plus Interlude) here:

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 part 1
Chapter 5 part 2
Chapter 5 part 3
Chapter 5 part 4

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Chapter Six

The hastiness with which Milliardo and Une exited the grounds of the
Winner estate hadn't been all that sensational. Une had been quite
disconcerted when Milliardo had filled her in on what had happened to
Treize. She hadn't been able to understand why Treize had so
blatantly defied his uncle. He could have kept his opinion to
himself, but he hadn't, and it had gotten him thrown in the brig.

As apprehensive as Milliardo was about Treize , he was also eternally
grateful for his friend's loyalty. Treize's insubordination had been
a supreme move. Many of Romafellar's members and its soldiers
supported Treize rather than his uncle. Duke Dermail was just the
figurehead keeping the leader's seat warm until Treize stepped into
his preordained role as leader.

The lines had been drawn with Treize's `disappearance'. The rumour
that Treize had been locked up had been but just that, a rumour. But
even those closest to Duke Dermail had begun to doubt his leadership
abilities and had let slip to some of the less hierarchical members
of the Foundation that Treize had been imprisoned after defying his
uncle. Gradually the news had seeped its way down the ranks,
whereupon it had reached Milliardo who had been in the thick and
fullness of completing his last term at Westpoint. Upon hearing the
news Milliardo had instantly guessed as to why his friend had been
locked up by his own uncle. There were many possible reasons as to
why Duke Dermail could possibly get angry at his nephew, however
there was only one reason that pinpointed Treize angering the Duke
enough as to be locked up.

It was defiance. Defying his elder may not have seemed like much of
a big deal. But in such a back-stabbing and corrupt organisation
such as the Romafellar Foundation, defiance often hinted at possible
treachery within an organisation. Treachery would always be a
primary fear for any leader of an organisation as large and as
deceitful as Romafellar was. In Dermail's case he had fulfilled the
ancient Roman role of being a "Caligula" and had started to become
suspicious of his subjects, trusting no one, his nephew included.

Milliardo had stopped himself in what could possibly have been an
inconceivably rash move. He'd almost hastily headed straight for the
Lake Victoria base in Africa where Treize was believed to be held.
Thankfully Lucrezia Noin had brought to light the possible danger and
foot-in-one's grave foolishness going to Lake Victoria would have
brought about. Noin was his equal in both age, ability and
knowledge. The two had formed a friendship based on each other's
ambitions when they'd first met at military school. From there
they'd competed right the way through their schooling, and Noin,
although his competition, helped motivate him and support him in
whatever tribulation came along. They both wanted and needed to do
well at Westpoint, the only difference being that they had separate
reasons for being quite so ambitious. Lucrezia and Treize were two
of the few people who truly knew Zechs Merquize's heritage. Make
that three people. He'd ended up filling Une in on his heritage as
they'd driven cross country and to the safe house where Noin was
supposed to meet them.

Milliardo trusted both Lucrezia and Treize. Treize had been
Milliardo's benefactor. He'd helped him out of some tight fixes and
had also helped assure Milliardo that the Peacecraft cause of
pacifism would never be truly lost. Treize had helped him make plans
for the taking back of the Cinq Kingdom. It was to be a very trying
cause, but one that would reap the rewards of pure benefit at the
conclusion of it.

Noin had helped Milliardo in more ways than she was probably aware
of. She'd offered him unconditional friendship. With that
companionship Milliardo had had someone to trust, someone to believe
in him even when he himself didn't so. Noin understood him and liked
him despite his numerous character flaws, of which there were many.

Une had been somewhat surprised when he'd told her who he really
was. Although, Milliardo's past observations had revealed that Une
was a woman who was rarely ever phased by revelations and skirmishes,
preferring to take the happening all in what could only be her
stride. When it came to Treize though, Une was a entirely different
woman. Somewhere along the line it had evidently become very
important to her that she please Treize. She quite clearly had very
deep feelings for the man, and going by what Treize had told him in
only the briefest of snippets of certainty, it would seem that Treize
held Une in the deepest and most admirable regard. It was now then,
that Milliardo was left with the job of finding out if Une wanted to
join in with his cause, the cause that Treize himself, had assigned
himself to, despite the fact that he stood to inherit the leader's
role of the Romafellar Foundation. Would Treize be so friendly when
and if he found their friendship separated by the fact that they were
traditionally meant to be against one another? He hoped he wouldn't
have to find out where Treize's legions truly lay, if they weren't
with him.

"We're here." Une said after checking the road map and the
coordinates Noin had told them to meet her at. "I can see the cabin
in the distance."

Milliardo grunted his recognition and ever so lightly added weight to
his foot pressing on the accelerator. Noin was expecting them.

********************

The cabin Noin had met them at was a regular safe house. It didn't
have the generation's modern technologies, however it did have a
fire, food and space enough so that a good night's sleep might just
occur.

The three had got straight down to discussing just what to do about
the situation as soon as Milliardo and Une had pulled up. Noin had
been waiting inside, a large map of the Cinq Kingdom and a map of
Lake Victoria spread out on what he guessed was the safe house's
version of a dining table.

"What's our biggest threat Noin?" Milliardo asked watching as she
flipped through the contents of her notebook.

Gesturing to the map of the Cinq Kingdom she stated, "We've got New
Port City at the centre of the Cinq surrounded and populated by the
Romafellar Foundation and as you well know its now controlling and
using Oz as an armed force." She pointed to the capital and drew a
circle around the outside of the Cinq to within what would have been
kilometers of the border. "The land outside of Newport to within
kilometers of the border isn't populated. Well not populated in the
sense that there are no other factions in the surrounding vicinity."

"That's good." Milliardo stated.

"Yes it is good. However, we have the White Fang over here," she
pointed to the Cinq's coastline and ran her hand along extent of it.
"This means accessing the kingdom from the sea could be more than a
bit of a problem."

She glanced between Une and Milliardo before continuing. "Then over
here along the border that links Cinq with France, the Barton
Foundation have their headquarters here, although my sources tell me
that the militia have been grouped off and spread out right along the
Cinq - Francais border.

Une asked the question Milliardo had not wanted to ask, "The kingdom
is surrounded isn't it? Is there any way in at all?"

Noin contemplated her question, "There are a few options, all of
them risky nonetheless."

"Go on." Milliardo said.

"There's a river crossing on the Cinq - Francais border here," she
pointed to the crossing, "it's a dangerous crossing which is why
Barton's men walk around it. Our people might be able to access it.
If we were able to, than Barton's people would never have a clue that
something had slipped through their network area. It would be
dangerous, but a small group of men might just be able to get
through."

"What about a large scale operation?" Une asked.

"You have two options; you can enter via the air. Fly into the Cinq
Kingdom and land at a marked point somewhere between New Port and the
borderline." She checked her notebook, "However Romafellar would
find our position almost immediately. The possibility that they'd
send one of their special forces to take care of us is too risky."

"What are our other options?"

"There are a couple of possibilities in hind sight. The first is that
you take over a carrier ship and navigate it into the Cinq port where
you could either fight the White Fang ..."

"Or join them?" He finished, knowing quite well what she hadn't
wanted to say.

Noin nodded. "I don't like it anymore than you do Zechs, but I think
it might be a safer option than trying to fight against them."

"Why would you join them when in effect they're meant to be your
enemy?" A somewhat miffed Une inquired.

Milliardo sighed, rubbing his head in what could only be slight
frustration. "I have people willing to fight for my family's cause
Une, and I have money thanks to the benefaction of Treize, but it's
not enough. Romafellar has too much of a strong hold on the Cinq
Kingdom for just us to take it on. If we joined forces with the
White Fang we would at least stand some chance at success."

"Wouldn't joining with them interfere with the ideals you wish to
generate?" Une asked, yet to be happy with his reasoning.

"There's no way for me to instigate my ideals unless I actually get
into New Port. White Fang can get us there, and although I don't
like the fact that I'm going to go against everything my family
stands for, I'm going to have to."

"And then what?"

"And then ... peace." He said firmly, although he felt as though he
was hoping for something only possible in dreams.

**********

Shortly afterwards they had worked out a plan of just how they were
going to get their hands on a carrier ship, and how they were going
to go about suitably approaching the White Fang. They were still
hammering out the details of the plan, but from the looks of things,
things were looking marginally better.

Noin had finished filling them in on just what the status with
Romafellar, the White Fang and Oz, was; although since she had yet to
tell him her information regarding the Barton Foundation, he had a
feeling she was still figuring out just how to tell him what she'd
found out.

"So, we've got the White Fang here, on the coastline," Noin tapped
the whereabouts of the faction on the map laid out. "And over this
side we've got a new faction, I mentioned the Barton Foundation
before, but I didn't tell you that they're relatively new players in
the pulley for the Cinq. Actually I was sent a briefing less than
four hours ago."

"Are they a threat?" Milliardo asked as calmly as possible; this new
element was unexpected and of course unwanted.

Noin shook her head. "Not yet, but their position on the Cinq -
Francais border means that they are potentially a force not to be
reckoned with."

Noin flipped open a notebook in which she'd jotted down the faction's
status. Reading from it she said; "The Barton Foundation. It's
leader, one Denkim Barton, you might have heard of him... He's a very
powerful man in the Cinq's neck of the woods, had dealings in many of
the Cinq's recent riots and underground crime."

"Anything else?" Milliardo asked, holding his chin in his hand,
evidently analyzing just what could be done about this new situation.

"There is one other thing," Noin glanced hesitantly at Une, not
quite sure how to state the information she'd come across. "A girl
named Mariemaia is being used as the Foundation's figurehead. She
claims to be Treize's daughter."

"That's impossible!" Une exclaimed. Then as though she'd thought it
through and the believability a little shady though not doubtful she
absently asked, "She thinks she's Treize's what?"

"Daughter," Milliardo finished for her, glancing at Noin he urged
her to continue.

"Treize would have had to have been with Mariemai's mother, Denkim's
daughter, Leia Barton when he was about sixteen. I've checked my
records and a DNA sampling one of Westpoint Doctor's did awhile back
has more or less confirmed their linkage.

"Well this was unexpected." Milliardo sighed while absently
clenching and unclenching his fist. Things had become more
complicated then he had planned and he wasn't sure if he had the
confidence or the courage to face the problems yet to come.

Noin interrupted his uneasy thoughts stating wryly "The million
dollar question now is what all this says for our friend locked up in
Lake Victoria?"

Yes, just what did it say for Treize? He had links with the Barton
Foundation in the form of a daughter, links with the Romafellar
Foundation in the form of one very tyrannical uncle, and links with
their organisation... the organisation yet to have a name. The
question was what organisation would Treize align himself with when
and if he got out of Lake Victoria?

*********

The three had separated for a brief hour's break shortly after Noin's
revelation regarding Treize's daughter. It was supposed that later
on after their break, they would discuss just what to do about Treize
and find out if Une was going to go back to Romafellar after the
divulgence that her only link (Treize) had in a sense broken his
links with the Foundation. After sitting through their planning,

Milliardo had showered and changed into fresh clothes shortly after
his regroup meeting with Noin and Une.

His facial expression notably softened at the thought of Noin. She'd
come through for him, in more ways than one. The lengths she must
have had to go through to get the information she had must have been
extraneous to say the least. He still couldn't believe how much they
now knew. It was all because of Noin, no Lucrezia, Milliardo
reminded himself.

Her information had left him with much to ponder. The question of
Treize's value of character was beginning to come into question,
although Milliardo would not even for a second think about ousting
Treize, not after he'd gotten himself thrown in the brig because of
their friendship.

A soft clearing of the throat interrupted Milliardo's antagonizing
thoughts. He turned to find Noin herself changed into what looked to
be a pair of khakis and a soft suede shirt. He'd only been away for
a few days yet the internal heartache he'd felt from not being near
her had been rather adamant. He stretched his arm out towards her
and she slipped her hand in his hand, content enough to stand with
him for a moment.

"I'm not sure how much better things can get," Noin told him frankly.

Milliardo gave a rough laugh; "Oh a real kick in the back would be if
someone were to tell me that you'd joined forces with someone else."
He glanced at her, letting her know that this was his weakness, she
was his weakness.

Noin's response was the tug of his arm and a step closer into what
was ironically his warmth. "Don't even think it Zechs." She shook
her head. "Never, never ..."

He frowned in a mixture of concern and amusement. The fact that she
knew him and his tendency so well was sometimes a little unnerving.
He pulled her closer to him and rested his arm around her shoulders
while she effectively relaxed into him. This was his time. She was
his tranquillity. "You mean a great deal to me Noin," he said,
realising that his declaration was probably the closest he'd come to
admitting he had any feelings of the sort for her.

"And I love you Zechs." Noin said plainly. No one should have to be
ashamed of love, least of all the person with the soulful feelings.

Pressing her lips to his hand before letting go of him, she murmured
briefly against his gently clenched hand, "And I can wait."

Leaving him alone to reflect for a moment she shut the door quietly.

Milliardo shut his eyes in what could only be the brief feeling of
elevated satisfaction as he thought about just how much this woman
meant to him. Did he really want to give up what might have been an
undesignated lifestyle for what fate held on the cards for him? If
he didn't what would become of his link with Noin?

She'd told him that she'd wait. However what if the wait was too
long, would she still be loving and charismatic towards him? Would
she even still have feelings for him after witnessing the things he
knew he'd end up having to do?

Pushing the thought that made him shudder uncontrollably aside, he
walked out of the tiny room he'd been given for the night and slammed
the door audibly upon his exit from the room.

Right now he had to figure out just how he was going to get Treize
out of the brig Dermail had his friend in at Lake Victoria. Not only
did he have to work a suitable way into the Cinq Kingdom, the most
favoured option looking to be through the White Fang; but he also had
to work out a way into Africa where the Lake Victoria base was
situated.

And there was of course Relena to think about. There was a tension
between them which he hadn't counted on being there. No matter what
the circumstances they would always be blood kin. However they had
grown up living distinctly different childhood's. He and Pagan had
trekked around the country for the first eighteen months after
leaving Relena strategically placed in the Dorlian family's care.
They'd had to separate after a run in with somebody who had
recognised Pagan as being linked with the family. It was amazing,
they'd made a massive move from Europe to America and Pagan had still
been recognisable. He himself probably would have been also, if
Pagan hadn't kept him hidden away and disguised with heavy clothing
and a floppy hat. He'd grown up quickly within that time, and when
he'd been stowed away at a prestigious boarding school that helped
him prepare for his premature entry into Westpoint military school.

Shaking his head, he couldn't help wondering if reclaiming his true
heritage was really worth the current grind he was going through.
And having a feeling that destiny had other, more jarring plans for
him he had the most jerking inkling that the plot was yet to thicken.

*******

TBC

*The Emperor Caligula was an Ancient Roman Emperor
who pretty much went bonkers. He did all sorts of crazy things,
becoming suspicious of everyone around him being a prime happening.
He had senators, rich men and others whom he didn't like or trust
murdered. Was assassinated.

Thanks as always for reading, and please do review.

Jooles





<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: blackrose on 2002-07-09 22:24 ]</font>

[silversong]

This looks like an interesting fic, but where are the first five chapters?