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Dragon in my Hand	By : Coffeetailor Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Let me just start this note off by saying that cosplay is eating my life. As is roleplay, and job hunting play- wait, that’s not play. Anyway, life eaten, the leftovers turned into stew, reheated a few times, and used as sandwich spread. But I plugged through and wrote you lovelies a pretty new chapter anyway. A big thanks to my fantastic beta/pincushion, and to my cheerleading squad of awesome lunatics. If you’re one of them, yes, that’s a compliment. Obviously, I don’t own Gundam Wing, but I do own this fic, and I hope you enjoy the new chapter.

“Dragon in My Hand”

Chapter Six

Adjustments to Make

Treize had mixed feelings about his findings by the end of the evening. On one side of the matter, it had been made very clear to him that his Lady Une had not participated in any part of creating or using the unauthorized weapon. When he'd called her into his office to speak on the matter, she had been just as, if not more, outraged by the fact that someone in the base had dared to do something that extreme without Treize's direct authorization.
Unfortunately, the fact that he still didn't know which of his scientists were responsible meant that he could not risk handing the remains of the weapon to any of them, so he couldn't order them to start finding hypothetical reversals of the process, or even figuring out why what had happened had done so. It would be some time before he had any news to give his guest.
Treize sighed and shook his head as he headed back towards his suite, a folder tucked under one arm with the little information he'd gathered in a classified file. So far, it was purely on hard copy. A spy could not hack what was not on a computer. He locked his door behind him, footsteps soft as he crossed the main room and opened his bedroom door.
The fact that Wufei wasn't in sight was to be expected. Treize had asked the young man to hide when someone came, and he was pleased to see that his advice had been followed. But there was something... Walking over to the bed, the General frowned. The book was still turned to the same page as it had been when he'd left Wufei there earlier. He knew perfectly well that the pages weren't too large for him to turn. Treize had seen him do so already. So why...
He smirked. Ah ha, so that was it. Someone had tried to escape.
Instead of calling out and giving his guest the knowledge that he knew, Treize sat down on the edge of his bed, bending down to remove his boots while silently sweeping the edges of the room with his eyes. He couldn't have left the room without help. So where was he?
Treize really wasn’t the type of person to go crawling about on his hands and knees to search for something (or someone) he’d lost, but he rather doubted that Wufei would be conveniently found on top of a surface or wander out into the open. That was simply not Wufei. The General shook his head before carefully kneeling down on the carpet.
Wufei would not hide under the bed, not when it put him with nowhere else to go without leaving cover. Thankfully, that removed a good portion of the area that he would need to search. He started to turn towards the ajar bathroom door when he caught sight of a suspicious flash of white under the bookcase, someplace there shouldn’t have been anything.
“Wufei, it’s no use hiding...” Treize trailed off when he saw the way that his tiny guest had a leg drawn up to his chest, forehead resting against the raised knee. He grew even more concerned when the pilot didn’t get up or move when Treize shifted to kneel in front of the bookcase. “Wufei, come out please.”
With the continued lack of response, he sighed and slowly reached into the small and shadow filled space to scoop Wufei’s white-clad form into his hands. As much as he didn’t like like it, he really should have been expecting this. Even someone as strong as Wufei couldn’t put it off forever.
“So, it finally caught up,” he said softly, curling his fingers in to gently stroke Wufei’s back through the silk. At least that elicited a response, even if it was just for Wufei’s attempt to shrug off the back rub. Such a stubborn young man. “You held it off for quite some time. It’s admirable.”
Wufei’s shoulders straightened and he lifted his head to glare up at Treize, the older man politely ignoring the paleness of the small face. He would not try to fool himself into thinking he could imagine the situation Wufei was in, nor would he insult the young man by saying that he could. To be strong and capable of taking on armies one day and then to be unable to safely walk on the floor for danger of being stepped on the next... It was truly amazing that Wufei had stayed so strong. Treize didn’t know if he could have done the same, especially surrounded by his enemies.
But Wufei also hadn’t demanded to be put down right away for once, and the General liked to think that it was because the teenager found comfort in being held, and not simply because he’d given up. Such a thing would be entirely too tragic.
The pilot coughed uncomfortably before shrugging off the finger still rubbing his back, mildly relieved when it simply lifted away. It was simpler to say it hadn’t happened when it was not talked about by either of them. “When should I be ready for dinner?” As if there was anything he could do to get ‘ready’. In this state, Wufei had no spare clothes, so even neatening up would be pointless.
“My steward informed me that it would be roughly half an hour,” Treize said, bracing his empty hand on the bookcase to stand up smoothly. He would hold Wufei as long as he was allowed to by the spirited young man. “But that gives us time to speak about something before then.” He raised a finger to stop Wufei from asking any questions just yet. “Not yet. You can ask me questions in a moment.”
Treize walked over to take a seat on his bed, resting his upturned hand on one knee. The only way off would be to climb onto his lap, something that the older man seriously suspected that Wufei would be thus far unwilling to do. Perhaps later, he would not be so skittish. Wufei even appeared to be a bit reluctant to sit down in his hand, but didn’t climb out, as predicted. The look he gave Treize clearly read ‘what now?’
“As I’m sure you’ve guessed, your condition was not intentional on our part,” the General said softly, mindful to keep his voice low. He didn’t want to rile Wufei up again, not when he was still in such a delicate state. For that reason, he chose his words very carefully. “Nor was the weapon at fault authorized by myself or Lady Une. I’ve spoken to her on the matter, and I fear that she is as much in the dark over it as I am.” Treize stopped speaking when there was a visible droop to Wufei’s shoulders, only just staying his hand when it wanted to reach for Wufei to provide him with comfort again. He knew it would not be welcomed. “We’ve gathered the remains to study, however.”
Wufei looked up at him with clear accusation in his eyes and Treize had to stifle a sigh. but the teenager wasn’t going to wait for him to finish before he said anything, not this time. “Planning to figure out how it works so you can perfect it and shrink your opposition? I’m sure an army of soldiers that can be defeated by a sweep of a push broom would be no threat to your revolution.”
“Wufei,” Treize said firmly, giving the tiny man a look of disapproval, “I would hope that your opinion of me is higher than that. I have no intention of ever resorting to such dishonorable tactics. We will be looking to see how the weapon worked, but only to find a way to reverse the process. Even in the unfortunate event that you cannot be returned to your natural size, I can give you my word that I will not use these circumstances to my military advantage.”
“Only to every other advantage you can manage, is that it?” Wufei snapped, climbing up to his feet to try and better glare at Treize. The fact that he was still staring up at the man just made him more irate at the situation. He had not missed the looks Treize had given him on occasion, or just how eager the man was to handle him. “You deny seeing me as a pet with one breath and then use the other to pass me on to your lover to watch like some colicky infant. And does he know how easily you breach your loyalty to him when he is not around? I’m young, Khushrenada, but not a fool. And despite the fact that he holds affection for you, I doubt that Marquise is either.”
Frowning, Treize tilted his hand to off-balance the tiny pilot and wrapped his fingers around Wufei’s torso when he fell, ignoring the cry of surprise. If Wufei thought that he was going behind Zechs’ back, then he would have to correct him, and quickly. “Zechs has known of my fascination with you since immediately after our duel, and you are correct in his not being a fool. He has known what that would shift into for some time, perhaps before I did, and has given his consent.”
“His-” Wufei felt his face go red as that sunk in, and suddenly there was not enough fabric between Treize’s fingers and his body. He started trying to pry the man’s grip off, needing to get away. “Well I haven’t, so put me down!”
“Not until we finish our conversation,” Treize said firmly, tightening his hold only enough to get the point across, and not enough to hurt his delicate guest. It seemed to work well enough, because Wufei shut up and just glared at him instead. At least it was better than the unresponsiveness of earlier. “We’re narrowing down precisely who is responsible for the weapon. Until then, there is little more than I can tell you about it. In terms of your care though, it will likely be some time until I am able to release you, and I wish to discuss your stay.”
“Decided to give me some say in it, or just what kind of flooring to put in my cage?” Wufei asked flatly, clearly assuming that the truth would be closer to the latter. For all of his pretty speech about wanting only to take care of Wufei, Treize had been making his choices for him since he’d woken up in the man’s desk drawer. And he hated it.
Treize shook his head and relaxed his hand once more, putting Wufei down on the bedside table and turning to face him. Perhaps he had been a bit too controlling, but he did only want the best for the young man. “Wufei, the restrictions thus far have been for your protection. I could not bear to see you injured as you are. You would be too difficult to stitch back together were you hurt.” He sighed, determined to change the subject before it turned into another argument with the young man. “Now, I would like to speak to you on the matter of clothes and a few creature comforts to make the wait easier for you.”
“I rather doubt your uniform department stocks anything in my size,” he said with a snort, trying to hide how relieved he was to be out of Treize’s hands. With a declaration like the one that Treize had just made a few moments ago, how was he supposed to feel? Angry was the most obvious, of course, and he was... just not about that. And thinking about it made it more confusing.
The comment amused Treize, and he chuckled softly at the pilot’s expense. “Of course not. However, there are some shops that make rather well constructed doll clothes.” Once again, he held up a hand to try and stop the angry tirade. “I realize that you are as far from being a toy as it is possible to be. But you will be needing more than one change of clothes, if just so you won’t have to be nude while yours are washed. I’m sure you can see the logic behind the thought.”
“I will not be wearing anything that I don’t approve of,” Wufei said firmly, eyeing Treize. Even out of his hands, the General loomed over him, and he still didn’t like it. Wufei straightened his hair and clothes, trying to get his composure together again. “And how do you expect to get the correct measurements for these clothes? I rather doubt you intend to take me to a tailor for a fitting.”
He stepped back when Treize reached for him again, but it seemed to only be for Treize to stroke his hair with the tip of a finger, the touch light even to Wufei, and not going past the end of his hair. Treize pulled his hand away after that. “No, that would be too dangerous. I had hoped to borrow your outer clothes while the order is made. I can provide a clean kerchief to wear until then so you won’t have to walk around in your underthings.”
Wufei flushed darkly and pulled his coat closed tightly as if he was afraid that Treize was going to pull it away and try to strip him right then and there. “No. I’m not unconscious, and I’m not letting you take my clothes again.”
“Wufei, that was to tend to your injuries,” Treize chided, trying to hide his amusement at the way that Wufei shielded himself. For someone so spirited, the sudden flashes of modesty were absolutely adorable. Not that he would ever tell the young man that. It would be the fastest way to make him vanish under the bed or into the back of the closet if he managed to get in there. “And on the subject, how does your shoulder feel? Perhaps after a bath, I should change the bandage. Before you ask, yes, I am willing to give you privacy to wash. I will be in the room, but I’ll give you shelter to be out of sight.”
The smaller man looked up at him with clear distrust, not sure that he believed him. Particularly not so soon after Treize’s intentions had been so recently declared to him. Wufei was positive that Treize was mad, because why else would anyone dedicate so much attention to their enemy that wasn’t focused on trying to kill them? He didn’t answer the question, merely shrugging his good shoulder and turning his back to Treize. Facing him gave him no more defence against the man.
Treize shook his head with a small smile, taking his time to stand up gracefully. “I will draw you a bath after dinner. Until then, feel free to return to your book.” That had been a courtesy. The General knew that Wufei hadn’t been reading it in the first place. The way that he’d found it had been enough evidence for that. But there was no harm in pretending for Wufei’s comfort.
Dinner was spend pretty much in silence, and Treize didn’t keep attempting to make conversation after his first few attempts were ignored. That didn’t keep him from watching Wufei however, and he mentally added a set of scale dishes to go with his order of clothes. Perhaps he could tell the doll maker that they were a gift for his cousin. The girl was never really one for dolls (at least not for the toy sort), but it wasn’t likely that she would ever find out about his lie.
At least a bed would not be needed. Wufei seemed to do perfectly well with the one that Treize had improvised, and most other furniture would just be a nuisance to work around. Tables and chairs would tip if they were put in his drawer, and would otherwise have to be put away anytime there was risk of being seen. Though a short stool could double as both without being in danger of falling over...
He was interrupted from his thoughts by Wufei’s standing up, the tiny pilot’s ‘plate’ empty on the table, something that Treize was actually rather pleased to see. If he had his appetite, it meant that he was still fairly healthy. It was so difficult to otherwise gauge Wufei’s health when he was so small. Even holding the teenager in his hands, he felt more of the heat from his palms than from Wufei’s skin.
“You were going to draw me a bath,” Wufei reminded flatly. He did need to get clean, particularly as he hadn’t had a chance to wash more than his hands since he’d crashed. Maybe he would feel more human again once he’d gotten to scrub down. And Treize had promised him privacy, which was better than the first time that he’d brought up the subject, even if he’d still be in the area.
Treize smiled and put down his silverware, pushing himself back from the table with a nod before standing. “Yes, I do believe I was. How do you like your bathwater, Wufei? It may be a bit hit and miss, but I’m sure I can match it.”
“Hot,” the pilot informed him, a little disbelieving that he was actually having this conversation with Treize. Then again, it wasn’t the first unbelievable conversation he’d had with the man, at least in the context of just who he was. Books, baths, walks... What was next, gardening? “Other than that, I don’t care.”
“I suspect that I can accommodate that,” Treize said, a smirk forming on his lips. Such vague instructions gave much room to adjust as he saw fit, and that was something he enjoyed. He laid his hand down of the table beside Wufei for the younger man to climb on, carefully carrying him over to his desk. “Wait here and I’ll bring it to you.”
Wait there. As if he could do anything else. Wufei scowled and stepped down onto the wood and folded his arms over his chest. He wasn’t looking forward to being naked, even out of sight, so close to the confusing General. So when Treize returned with a lightly steaming bowl in one hand, and a lamp shade in the other, he was greeted with an annoyed glare. Unfortunately, Treize was as unaffected by it as ever as he set the bowl down on the edge of the desk.
Treize clipped a small book lamp to the top edge of the shade, pulling a washcloth out of his pocket and unfolding it to reveal the sliver of soap he’d shaved off for Wufei’s use. He gestured for Wufei to go towards the bowl. “There should be room to stand beside your bath once the shade is in place. Go on.”
“What will keep you from looking in?” Wufei asked, walking over towards the bowl and watching him in suspicion. He didn’t trust Treize before, and he trusted him with his modesty less now.
“I’ll place a piece of paper on top once you’re settled,” Treize said, unable to hide his amusement. “I can assure you, Wufei, that if I wished to see your nude body without your consent, I would not need to use such underhanded tricks to do so. There’s a touch of bath oil in the water, which I do believe should help you relax. Take as long as you need.” And he picked up the lampshade to place down over Wufei and the bowl of water, clicking on the book lamp before covering the top, as promised.
Taking his time to strip down, Wufei was distracted from his impressions of being in a tent when the scent of the steam finally hit his nose. The miniature pilot growled. The bastard had put rose oil in the water! If Treize heard his indignant yell, the only response he got from the outside of his shelter was a soft chuckle as the General started on his paperwork for the evening.
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