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Treize Kushrenada had never been a light sleeper even when overcome with complete exhaustion. Being the Ruler of an entire kingdom will do that to a person. Between assassination attempts, stress from living the court life surrounded by pandering sycophants and traitors, near insomnia was the least of his problems. Its this fact that the ginger-haired man is awake near midnight, ignoring the plush mattress and pillows surrounding him, his guard on full alert. He thought he’d heard…there! Someone opening his window. Slipping a hand beneath his pillow, long fingers wrap around the handle of his favored dagger. Rolling silently to the opposite side from the window the young King crouches to the floor in the dark, scanning around the shadowed room. A slightly darker patch of black moves stealthily from the window towards the door only to find it locked. The slight sound of a disappointed groan echoes the room as the person rattles the doorknob in frustration. Treize’s forked eyebrow raise, obviously this person thinks themselves to be alone in the room,-or is extremely idiotic.
Moving from his position the taller man pulls a sheet off the bed, tossing it towards the black patch as he snaps his fingers, bursting the candles around the room to life. The intruder moves like lightning, slashing at the cloth in quick movements. Treize merely tugs at one end and sends the person sprawling to the floor where he kicks the hand holding the glinting metal and crouches once again to press his blade where the throat is likely to be. A few more curses are spewed to the man’s amusement before he presses tighter to cut off any more sound. Tugging away the embroidered cloth reveals a messy young boy, no more than 16 years old, sporting an extremely long, dreaded braid and glaring at him through yards of bangs with the most intoxicating violet eyes.
“ Well what do we have here? Surely not an assassin trying to kill the King?” Those exotic eyes open wide.
“ K-King?!” Obvious from the surprised squeak Treize had guessed right. Merely a thief happening upon the wrong room.
“ Yes. Not what you were expecting I‘m sure. What to do with you now though? Thievery is illegal in this Kingdom and punishable by death.” The boy gulps, causing the blade to slice through enough skin to bead a few drops of blood, drying in the mud covering the boy‘s skin. Before Trieze can speak again the door bursts open in a splay of fire. A young man of Chinese decent steps through the dying flames, a deadly katana in one hand and ebony staff in the other.
“ Trieze what the hell is going on?” The boy spews.
“ Oh great, first the fucking king and now a god damn sorcerer. Could my day get any fuckin’….” The litany is cut off with a choking sound as Trieze squeezes the creamy throat in his hand just below the blade.
“ Wufei my love. This boy is a mere thief that showed himself in the wrong room. I am just now trying to figure out what to do with him. And where have you been all night? I was expecting you hours ago.” The Chinese boy slides his sword away, stepping closer to examine the boy on the floor. He sneers at the dirt practically coating him before handing the King a length of rope and a pair of handcuffs.
“ I’m sorry, interrogating the new prisoners took longer than I expected. What a filthy street rat you’ve caught. How did it get in?”
“ Hey fuck you too….achkmmmf!” The king finishes tying a gag around the boy’s head, smiling at the death glare from his captive.
“ And what colorful language.” Trieze cuffs the boy’s arms behind his back and ropes his wrists to his ankles, pushing the helpless boy onto his previously occupied bed. The thief struggles in vain before settling, spit dampening the gag.
“ There is fair enough room in the cells for one more.” Wufei offers laying his staff aside and stretching, pulling the white tank top further up his stomach. Trieze licks his lips, running pale fingers against the creamy olive skin.
“ My dragon I was hoping you would come to me tonight, I’ve missed you so.” Violet eyes open wide as the two bodies tumble next to him, lips crushing together and clothes being peeled off.
“ Oh Trieze! With him h-here?” Wufei’s Onyx eyes meet the thief’s and he smiles at the blush staining those grubby cheeks. The sorcerer insistently pushes the bigger man from him, sitting up and retrieving his staff.
“ First lets decide the best course of action for this thief.” The King sighs, but moves to the side to let his lover to the boy. Wufei takes a white strip of rice paper from his pocket, it’s length painted with intricate Chinese characters. Tying it around the boy’s eyes the sorcerer chants in his native language before pulling away the sopping gag. Nodding at his King they move the boy into a sitting position and let him lean against the wall.
“ What did you come for tonight?” The slack mouth moves silently for a few moments before the boy answers.
“ There are more children then there ever been. Not even the pickins in the court are ‘nough anymore.” Both men’s eyes narrow in confusion. Wufei shrugs at Trieze’s inquisitive stare.
“ What children?”
“ Orphans in the city. Look after ‘em at Maxwell church. I steal to feed ‘em and keep us alive. They’re so young, so many of em…” Wufei nods in understanding.
“ A plague just hit the outer walls of L2, many people died.” Trieze shakes his head. This boy was stealing for orphans? He knew Wufei’s truth gauzes never failed, but it was hard to believe in the corruption they lived there was someone still fighting for the poverty stricken on their own.
“ I see. And why my room?” Here the boy grimaces, tugging vainly at the bindings.
“ I was hired by one of the courtiers.”
“ So you did come to kill me?” Trieze interrupts.
“ No, someone named Tuberov, second floor third window from the right.” This confuses the men even more.
“ Why did you come to my room and not his first?” The boy snorts.
“ I got greedy. I thought if I stole enough plus the money from the kill I could fix up the church, not have to kill so many people.”
“ So you are an assassin for hire.”
“ Yes.” Wufei raises an eyebrow.
“ With some proper training you might actually be good.” The thief doesn‘t even flinch.
“ Actually, training might be the thing he needs, he did get by the outer wards and our guards…” Wufei looks thunderstruck
“ Trieze I was only kidding!” But the King silences him with a wave of his hand.
“ You know I am going to see my brother this month. Well I have been searching for the perfect gift. And it seems it may very well have fallen into my lap.”
“ Trieze, this mere whelp is nothing but a street rat, nothing that suit’s a Prince for presentation! I doubt he’s ever even been to court in his life!” But the smile on Trieze’s face bodes about as well for Duo as the Chinese sorcerer.
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