Three

Zechs awoke just before dawn and dressed. As the sun rose, he sat at his vanity, brushing through his hair as he gazed at the mirror. He would be fulfilling his dream... he would become a real actor. The thought brought a smile to his face. He didn't want to remain at the Moulin Rouge for his entire life; he wanted to go out further into the world while he was still young. He had a dream of becoming an actor and appearing in the great theaters of Paris.

As he set the brush down he stared into the mirror, studying his face. He knew he was beautiful, beautiful enough to appear as the star at the Moulin Rouge. He was a male star in the midst of large numbers of females who made their living by pleasuring the men that came to the Moulin Rouge. Zechs put on a light coat of makeup out of habit.

He would hold the star role of “Spectacular, Spectacular”... as the courtesan. Of course, he thought while looking into the mirror, he truly was one, wasn't he. He did his own share of pleasure work. He already knew that in trade for the Duchess's funding he would have to give services to her. “It's worth it,” he reminded himself. “I'll be an actor...”

But as he stared at his own reflection he could note the discomfort with that knowledge. “It must be worth it...” he murmured. Shaking his head, he stood up and headed outside to get some fresh air. As he stood on the small balcony he looked off into the distance, spotting the Eiffel Tower. It was so small from where he stood. Sighing softly, Zechs gazed around the surrounding area, eyes going to rest on a building just kitty-corner to the Moulin Rouge.

He paused, seeing a familiar form on the ledge of the building. It seemed the other spotted him for the ginger-haired man tilted his head in greeting, a small smile coming to his face. Zechs studied him. Duo had finally introduced the new writer as Treize Kushrenada. Their first meeting had certainly been awkward, Zechs reflected, still feeling embarrassed over the mix-up. But what a voice... Treize had surprised him when he had suddenly begun singing. Smiling to himself, Zechs tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, wondering if the song had been chosen purposefully or not.

`Why would that matter?' he questioned himself. Looking down, he bit his lip. He couldn't let himself care about a thing like that. `But... what about the new story he wove...' Zechs looked up, searching for Treize, but the man had disappeared from the window, probably going inside to have breakfast or some such thing.

He walked up the stairs slowly, still searching the building for any sign of Treize, to catch another glimpse of the handsome man. Something about him was tugging at Zechs and making him feel comforted and nervous all at once. His heartbeat quickened as he thought about the writer. `No, I can't allow myself to care,' he scolded himself. He reached the top of the stairs and headed to the middle of the elephant's back, where he held onto one of the poles of the boxed balcony.

Leaning against the pole he sighed softly. Treize's spur-of-the-moment description of the new plot played through his mind. `The way he kept looking at me... and the way he described things... it was as if...' As if the story had somehow been based on what had happened that night. Zechs looked up at the sky. `But love is for fools.'

Zechs jumped, giving a small sound of surprise. Drawing back from the pole he stared in a mixture of horror and giddiness as he spotted the very man of his thoughts. “What are you doing here?” he hissed, looking around nervously. What if someone saw them?

Treize's hands gripped the poles opposite Zechs. He was smiling charmingly at the pale-haired beauty, eyes full of a lively light that unnerved Zechs. “I had to come and see you again.”

“Oh don't start that,” Zechs scowled at him, turning around and preparing to go back to his room. “You sound like a lovesick fool. Good day.”

“Wait!” Zechs stopped automatically, unable to make himself leave. He turned his head back, unwilling to fully give into the other. “You talk as if love means nothing.”

Zechs scoffed, “Love is perfectly useless!” He turned around. “All it does is make people act like fools - doing idiotic things that any sensible person would never do.” He rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Just why are you so fanatical about love anyway?”

“Love?” Treize swung around one pole until he was a few feet closer to Zechs. “It's everything and everywhere... yet true love can be so hard to find! But love... love is like oxygen! You breathe it and live through and with it!”

Turning his head away, Zechs shook his head. “You're crazy. Have you ever experienced it, hmm?” he demanded, turning his gaze back to Treize.

The sapphire gaze rested on him, making Zechs' heart beat faster and a sort of nervous feeling enter him. “Experience.... I hadn't for the longest time.” He smiled, locking his gaze with Zechs', “That is, until yesterday.”

Zechs swallowed and turned around, frowning. “What are you talking about? Those fools that were with you yesterday - they are in love. The idiots believe that it keeps them together.” He looked back towards Treize again, “But what do they know? They're just revolutionists looking to change all the world.”

“How can you talk that way about love?” Treize questioned. He hung onto one pole and leaned out from it, swinging slightly back and forth. “You seemed to show your own love last night!”

Twirling around quickly Zechs glared at him. “Perhaps you didn't know, but I am paid to make people believe what they wish.” He waved a hand. “If you believe I felt any love then, go ahead, but you're wrong.”

“Love... it's a wonderful thing! We're lifted up when in love - a new place all of its own!” He spread an arm out to motion around everything around them. “Love is all you need!”

Hearing the beautiful voice began cracking Zechs' hard exterior but he resisted and argued, “You'd end up on the street!”

Treize smiled at him and answered, “All right, if you want an argument....” He sang, “I was made for loving you, baby. You were made for loving me.”

“Excuse me!” Zechs fumed, face reddening slightly. He turned his face away to hide the pleasure from hearing that. `I can't care... what am I thinking?' “The only way of loving me, `baby' is to pay a lovely fee!” he sang back mockingly.

Treize swung away from the pole and came closer to Zechs, making the blond-haired man back up a few steps. “In the name of love, one man in the name of love!” Treize sang, spreading his arms wide and smiling at Zechs.

“You silly fool, I won't give into you!” Zechs shot back, trying to ignore his rapidly beating heart and the slowly spreading warmth that was taking hold of him.

“Don't,” Treize started, reaching towards Zechs, “leave me this way.” He looked expectantly at Zechs, hand outstretched.

Zechs breathed carefully, staring at the offered hand. No, he couldn't accept what the fool was singing. Love wasn't real... it couldn't be trusted. How could anyone truly love him? He shook his head, saying, “You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.” He stared at Treize meaningfully, carefully keeping his face indifferent.

“I look around me and see it isn't so,” Treize replied, a smile on his lips again, his hand still out and beckoning.

“Well, what's wrong with that?” Treize answered, melody still continuing. He moved back to the poles and swung around them. “Cuz here I go again! Love lifts us up where we belong!”

“Love makes us act like fools!” Zechs argued, keeping the pattern of song. “Throw our lives away for one happy day!” He knit his eyebrows together, watching as Treize swung back towards him.

Fighting for another argument, Zechs cast a sideways glance, trying again, “And I'll... I'll drink all the time!”

Horrified, Zechs spun around, gaping at him. “We can't do that!” But, his heart was beating furiously fast, and he could feel his arguments falling away.

“We should be lovers,” Treize repeated, “and that's a fact!” He smiled and closed in on Zechs, a hand reaching out to caress the long strands of hair. Gasping softly at the electricity that shot through that touch, Zechs pulled back and turned away yet again. He mustn't give in...

`Love isn't real... it just can't last... my life... I...' He felt arms embracing him from behind. He tried to resist, but a comforting feeling dropped over him and he eased back. His mind protested, arguing that he could not get himself into this. “Although nothing will keep us together...” he sung softly

A smile tugged at Zechs' lips and he withdrew from the embrace carefully, heading to the stairs back to his room. “Just for one day. We can be heroes... forever and ever!” He turned his head back to Treize, a smile gracing his lips.

Surprised at the loudly sung statement, Zechs laughed, feeling giddy. “I can't help loving you...” he sung quietly, shaking his head, knowing that he had fallen into the trap and could not free himself. “How wonderful life is,” he sung a line from the song Treize had sung last night.

Treize leaned forward, being one stair above Zechs, and placed a light kiss on the other's lips. Zechs responded without thinking. They pulled back a few inches and Zechs closed his eyes, sighing softly. “I shouldn't get involved...” he whispered.

Zechs laughed again and lifted his eyes to meet Treize's. He knew that some of his pain was showing on his face. “This is going to be bad for business,” he muttered. Treize grinned at him. “It's not funny!” Zechs protested.

“Sorry, but I had not quite expected to find love the first day I arrived.” He leaned forward so that their foreheads rested against one another.

Still unsure about the situation, Zechs asked softly, “How can such a love be acceptable? We're... two men... I hardly know you! You're a penniless writer... I'm a... a...”

“I give up arguing with you,” Zechs admitted, rolling his eyes. Smiling, Treize moved his hand to weave into Zechs' hair again.

As they returned to Zechs' room, the pale-haired man recalled that Noin would be speaking with Dorothy that morning to settle the funding arrangements. `How can I believe in love and fall in love at a time like this... It's such bad timing.' He looked at Treize, standing beside him. `How can I love when I must be with someone else...'

Noin sat across from Dorothy. The Duchess had arrived a few minutes ago with her tough-looking bodyguard in tow. Dorothy eyed the man wearily then turned her attention back to Noin. “So, you will agree to fund our project?”

“I will be the only one to have Mirialdo. He will be mine; I do not like others touching my possessions.” Her eyes narrowed. “Understood?”

Dorothy swallowed carefully, not liking the look that was coming into Noin's eyes. “Yes, clearly. That is acceptable.”

Dorothy tried to protest and argue with the Duchess for some moments but eventually gave in and turned over the paperwork to Noin. She just prayed that no one would try anything stupid and upset the Duchess. They could not afford to lose everything.

Everyone was gathered in the large hall of the Moulin Rouge. Chairs were set up in rows, facing where the orchestra used to sit during the night performances. Dorothy stood up on the balcony, waiting for everyone to quiet down a bit.

“The Duchess has been kind enough to provide us with the funds to create our new theater!” She held up a scale model of the reconstruction, holding it out to her audience. Cheers and applause sounded and she smiled. “We have a lot of work to do! While construction is going on in this building, the main roles are to rehearse amongst themselves elsewhere! Dancers will be trained in one of the rooms here!”

Any further announcements were cut off as the wall behind Dorothy collapsed. Construction had begun. Below, everyone was fleeing the room; Dorothy jumped down from the balcony and followed.

“I still can't believe this huge production is coming from one desperate idea, “ Duo commented, sitting on the edge of the bed behind Heero. He was giving the other a shoulder rub as they waited.

“I'm rather amazed it worked, myself,” Treize replied, smiling. Quatre sat at the window, gazing outside as Trowa played his flute, following some of the songs of the musical. Wufei leaned against a wall, arms crossed and eyes closed. Zechs sat on a chair close to Treize, occasionally flipping through the incomplete script in his hands.

His thoughts were wandering, thinking back to what Dorothy had told him yesterday about the agreement. She had not announced to everyone that the deeds were in Noin's hands. It would have caused too much tension, but it was disturbing him to know that information. If he failed to do his part he could ruin everything for everyone. It was too much weight on his shoulders. Sighing, he tipped his head back and ran a hand through his hair.

“I need to do something,” Zechs remarked, looking towards Treize, “I'm getting tired of sitting here and doing nothing more than comment from time to time.”

Quatre looked towards him as Trowa halted his flute playing. “We could probably run through a scene or a song. We do have some things completed.”

So, while Treize continued his typing, Quatre sat off to the side to direct the scene that Zechs and Heero were to act out. From time to time, Treize would turn his gaze away from his work and watch the play unfold. The sunlight drifting in through the window caught on Zechs' hair, making the man even more beautiful.

The thought that the pale-haired beauty had been resisting love yesterday morning was rather amusing, considering how much the man had given himself to love since then. With a smile painting his lips, Treize turned back to typing.

Duo was struggling with a line, turning his script every which way as if it would help him read. “I don't know, I can't get this line right, I swear!”

Treize turned away from his typing, taking on Duo's character as he said the line, “The greatest thing you'll learn in life is just to love and be loved in return.” His eyes were locked with Zechs' pale blue ones.

Giving a start, Zechs struggled with his script, looking away with a faint blush on his cheeks, “Uh.... where's the next line...” He laughed lightly at himself as he searched for where they had left off. His eyes flickered to Treize once more as the ginger-haired man turned around.


	Lionna's Corner of Anime Fanfiction \| home Gundam Wing fanfics The Moulin Rouge One \| Two \| Three \| Four \| Five \| Six \| Seven Three ~ * ~ * ~ * Zechs awoke just before dawn and dressed. As the sun rose, he sat at his vanity, brushing through his hair as he gazed at the mirror. He would be fulfilling his dream... he would become a real actor. The thought brought a smile to his face. He didn't want to remain at the Moulin Rouge for his entire life; he wanted to go out further into the world while he was still young. He had a dream of becoming an actor and appearing in the great theaters of Paris. As he set the brush down he stared into the mirror, studying his face. He knew he was beautiful, beautiful enough to appear as the star at the Moulin Rouge. He was a male star in the midst of large numbers of females who made their living by pleasuring the men that came to the Moulin Rouge. Zechs put on a light coat of makeup out of habit. He would hold the star role of “Spectacular, Spectacular”... as the courtesan. Of course, he thought while looking into the mirror, he truly was one, wasn't he. He did his own share of pleasure work. He already knew that in trade for the Duchess's funding he would have to give services to her. “It's worth it,” he reminded himself. “I'll be an actor...” But as he stared at his own reflection he could note the discomfort with that knowledge. “It must be worth it...” he murmured. Shaking his head, he stood up and headed outside to get some fresh air. As he stood on the small balcony he looked off into the distance, spotting the Eiffel Tower. It was so small from where he stood. Sighing softly, Zechs gazed around the surrounding area, eyes going to rest on a building just kitty-corner to the Moulin Rouge. He paused, seeing a familiar form on the ledge of the building. It seemed the other spotted him for the ginger-haired man tilted his head in greeting, a small smile coming to his face. Zechs studied him. Duo had finally introduced the new writer as Treize Kushrenada. Their first meeting had certainly been awkward, Zechs reflected, still feeling embarrassed over the mix-up. But what a voice... Treize had surprised him when he had suddenly begun singing. Smiling to himself, Zechs tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, wondering if the song had been chosen purposefully or not. `Why would that matter?' he questioned himself. Looking down, he bit his lip. He couldn't let himself care about a thing like that. `But... what about the new story he wove...' Zechs looked up, searching for Treize, but the man had disappeared from the window, probably going inside to have breakfast or some such thing. He walked up the stairs slowly, still searching the building for any sign of Treize, to catch another glimpse of the handsome man. Something about him was tugging at Zechs and making him feel comforted and nervous all at once. His heartbeat quickened as he thought about the writer. `No, I can't allow myself to care,' he scolded himself. He reached the top of the stairs and headed to the middle of the elephant's back, where he held onto one of the poles of the boxed balcony. Leaning against the pole he sighed softly. Treize's spur-of-the-moment description of the new plot played through his mind. `The way he kept looking at me... and the way he described things... it was as if...' As if the story had somehow been based on what had happened that night. Zechs looked up at the sky. `But love is for fools.' “Good morning.” Zechs jumped, giving a small sound of surprise. Drawing back from the pole he stared in a mixture of horror and giddiness as he spotted the very man of his thoughts. “What are you doing here?” he hissed, looking around nervously. What if someone saw them? Treize's hands gripped the poles opposite Zechs. He was smiling charmingly at the pale-haired beauty, eyes full of a lively light that unnerved Zechs. “I had to come and see you again.” “Oh don't start that,” Zechs scowled at him, turning around and preparing to go back to his room. “You sound like a lovesick fool. Good day.” “Wait!” Zechs stopped automatically, unable to make himself leave. He turned his head back, unwilling to fully give into the other. “You talk as if love means nothing.” Zechs scoffed, “Love is perfectly useless!” He turned around. “All it does is make people act like fools - doing idiotic things that any sensible person would never do.” He rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Just why are you so fanatical about love anyway?” “Love?” Treize swung around one pole until he was a few feet closer to Zechs. “It's everything and everywhere... yet true love can be so hard to find! But love... love is like oxygen! You breathe it and live through and with it!” Turning his head away, Zechs shook his head. “You're crazy. Have you ever experienced it, hmm?” he demanded, turning his gaze back to Treize. The sapphire gaze rested on him, making Zechs' heart beat faster and a sort of nervous feeling enter him. “Experience.... I hadn't for the longest time.” He smiled, locking his gaze with Zechs', “That is, until yesterday.” Zechs swallowed and turned around, frowning. “What are you talking about? Those fools that were with you yesterday - they are in love. The idiots believe that it keeps them together.” He looked back towards Treize again, “But what do they know? They're just revolutionists looking to change all the world.” “How can you talk that way about love?” Treize questioned. He hung onto one pole and leaned out from it, swinging slightly back and forth. “You seemed to show your own love last night!” Twirling around quickly Zechs glared at him. “Perhaps you didn't know, but I am paid to make people believe what they wish.” He waved a hand. “If you believe I felt any love then, go ahead, but you're wrong.” “Love... it's a wonderful thing! We're lifted up when in love - a new place all of its own!” He spread an arm out to motion around everything around them. “Love is all you need!” Zechs rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “There's food needed to survive!” “Love is all you need!” Treize sang, grinning at him. Hearing the beautiful voice began cracking Zechs' hard exterior but he resisted and argued, “You'd end up on the street!” “All you need is love!” Treize repeated. “It's just a game!” Zechs replied, frowning. Treize smiled at him and answered, “All right, if you want an argument....” He sang, “I was made for loving you, baby. You were made for loving me.” “Excuse me!” Zechs fumed, face reddening slightly. He turned his face away to hide the pleasure from hearing that. `I can't care... what am I thinking?' “The only way of loving me, `baby' is to pay a lovely fee!” he sang back mockingly. “Give me just one night to make you understand!” Zechs whipped his head around to stare at Treize, a little taken aback. “There's no way, `cause you can't pay!” Treize swung away from the pole and came closer to Zechs, making the blond-haired man back up a few steps. “In the name of love, one man in the name of love!” Treize sang, spreading his arms wide and smiling at Zechs. “You silly fool, I won't give into you!” Zechs shot back, trying to ignore his rapidly beating heart and the slowly spreading warmth that was taking hold of him. “Don't,” Treize started, reaching towards Zechs, “leave me this way.” He looked expectantly at Zechs, hand outstretched. Zechs breathed carefully, staring at the offered hand. No, he couldn't accept what the fool was singing. Love wasn't real... it couldn't be trusted. How could anyone truly love him? He shook his head, saying, “You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs.” He stared at Treize meaningfully, carefully keeping his face indifferent. “I look around me and see it isn't so,” Treize replied, a smile on his lips again, his hand still out and beckoning. “Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs,” Zechs sung lightly, shaking his head. “Well, what's wrong with that?” Treize answered, melody still continuing. He moved back to the poles and swung around them. “Cuz here I go again! Love lifts us up where we belong!” “Love makes us act like fools!” Zechs argued, keeping the pattern of song. “Throw our lives away for one happy day!” He knit his eyebrows together, watching as Treize swung back towards him. “We could be heroes! Just for one day,” he assured, offering out his hand again. Zechs let out a huff of breath, turning sideways. “You... you will be mean!” Treize chuckled, “No I won't!” Fighting for another argument, Zechs cast a sideways glance, trying again, “And I'll... I'll drink all the time!” Laughing a bit, Treize shook his head and sang out rather loudly, “We should be lovers!” Horrified, Zechs spun around, gaping at him. “We can't do that!” But, his heart was beating furiously fast, and he could feel his arguments falling away. “We should be lovers,” Treize repeated, “and that's a fact!” He smiled and closed in on Zechs, a hand reaching out to caress the long strands of hair. Gasping softly at the electricity that shot through that touch, Zechs pulled back and turned away yet again. He mustn't give in... `Love isn't real... it just can't last... my life... I...' He felt arms embracing him from behind. He tried to resist, but a comforting feeling dropped over him and he eased back. His mind protested, arguing that he could not get himself into this. “Although nothing will keep us together...” he sung softly “We could steal time...” A smile tugged at Zechs' lips and he withdrew from the embrace carefully, heading to the stairs back to his room. “Just for one day. We can be heroes... forever and ever!” He turned his head back to Treize, a smile gracing his lips. “We could be heroes,” Treize echoed with Zechs as he started after the pale-haired beauty. “Just because...” Treize whispered, reaching Zechs once again, “I will always love you!” Surprised at the loudly sung statement, Zechs laughed, feeling giddy. “I can't help loving you...” he sung quietly, shaking his head, knowing that he had fallen into the trap and could not free himself. “How wonderful life is,” he sung a line from the song Treize had sung last night. “Now you're in the world,” Treize finished with him. Treize leaned forward, being one stair above Zechs, and placed a light kiss on the other's lips. Zechs responded without thinking. They pulled back a few inches and Zechs closed his eyes, sighing softly. “I shouldn't get involved...” he whispered. “It's all right... all you need is love,” Treize responded, cracking another grin. Zechs laughed again and lifted his eyes to meet Treize's. He knew that some of his pain was showing on his face. “This is going to be bad for business,” he muttered. Treize grinned at him. “It's not funny!” Zechs protested. “Sorry, but I had not quite expected to find love the first day I arrived.” He leaned forward so that their foreheads rested against one another. Still unsure about the situation, Zechs asked softly, “How can such a love be acceptable? We're... two men... I hardly know you! You're a penniless writer... I'm a... a...” “A beautiful fairy in disguise,” Treize whispered, smiling. “I give up arguing with you,” Zechs admitted, rolling his eyes. Smiling, Treize moved his hand to weave into Zechs' hair again. As they returned to Zechs' room, the pale-haired man recalled that Noin would be speaking with Dorothy that morning to settle the funding arrangements. `How can I believe in love and fall in love at a time like this... It's such bad timing.' He looked at Treize, standing beside him. `How can I love when I must be with someone else...' ~ * ~ * ~ * Noin sat across from Dorothy. The Duchess had arrived a few minutes ago with her tough-looking bodyguard in tow. Dorothy eyed the man wearily then turned her attention back to Noin. “So, you will agree to fund our project?” “It will be acceptable as long as you agree to my terms.” “Of course,” Dorothy replied. “I will be the only one to have Mirialdo. He will be mine; I do not like others touching my possessions.” Her eyes narrowed. “Understood?” Dorothy swallowed carefully, not liking the look that was coming into Noin's eyes. “Yes, clearly. That is acceptable.” “Good.” Noin smiled at her. “Now, I would like the deeds to the Moulin Rouge.” “The... deeds...?” Dorothy asked, stunned. “Yes. Just to ensure that no tricks are tried. I'm sure you understand. Dorothy tried to protest and argue with the Duchess for some moments but eventually gave in and turned over the paperwork to Noin. She just prayed that no one would try anything stupid and upset the Duchess. They could not afford to lose everything. ~ * ~ * ~ * Everyone was gathered in the large hall of the Moulin Rouge. Chairs were set up in rows, facing where the orchestra used to sit during the night performances. Dorothy stood up on the balcony, waiting for everyone to quiet down a bit. “The Duchess has been kind enough to provide us with the funds to create our new theater!” She held up a scale model of the reconstruction, holding it out to her audience. Cheers and applause sounded and she smiled. “We have a lot of work to do! While construction is going on in this building, the main roles are to rehearse amongst themselves elsewhere! Dancers will be trained in one of the rooms here!” Any further announcements were cut off as the wall behind Dorothy collapsed. Construction had begun. Below, everyone was fleeing the room; Dorothy jumped down from the balcony and followed. ~ * ~ * ~ * Treize had accumulated a number of people in his room while he typed up another scene for the script. “I still can't believe this huge production is coming from one desperate idea, “ Duo commented, sitting on the edge of the bed behind Heero. He was giving the other a shoulder rub as they waited. “I'm rather amazed it worked, myself,” Treize replied, smiling. Quatre sat at the window, gazing outside as Trowa played his flute, following some of the songs of the musical. Wufei leaned against a wall, arms crossed and eyes closed. Zechs sat on a chair close to Treize, occasionally flipping through the incomplete script in his hands. His thoughts were wandering, thinking back to what Dorothy had told him yesterday about the agreement. She had not announced to everyone that the deeds were in Noin's hands. It would have caused too much tension, but it was disturbing him to know that information. If he failed to do his part he could ruin everything for everyone. It was too much weight on his shoulders. Sighing, he tipped his head back and ran a hand through his hair. “I need to do something,” Zechs remarked, looking towards Treize, “I'm getting tired of sitting here and doing nothing more than comment from time to time.” Quatre looked towards him as Trowa halted his flute playing. “We could probably run through a scene or a song. We do have some things completed.” “All right, sounds good.” Zechs smiled, standing. So, while Treize continued his typing, Quatre sat off to the side to direct the scene that Zechs and Heero were to act out. From time to time, Treize would turn his gaze away from his work and watch the play unfold. The sunlight drifting in through the window caught on Zechs' hair, making the man even more beautiful. The thought that the pale-haired beauty had been resisting love yesterday morning was rather amusing, considering how much the man had given himself to love since then. With a smile painting his lips, Treize turned back to typing. Duo was struggling with a line, turning his script every which way as if it would help him read. “I don't know, I can't get this line right, I swear!” Treize turned away from his typing, taking on Duo's character as he said the line, “The greatest thing you'll learn in life is just to love and be loved in return.” His eyes were locked with Zechs' pale blue ones. Giving a start, Zechs struggled with his script, looking away with a faint blush on his cheeks, “Uh.... where's the next line...” He laughed lightly at himself as he searched for where they had left off. His eyes flickered to Treize once more as the ginger-haired man turned around. Neither noticed the wink that Duo sent Quatre's way or the blonde's wide grin. ~ * ~ * ~ * >>>