By KatiKat
"So, can you explain it to
me, Heero?"
Heero stood and faced Treize. He
didn’t relax his guarded posture though, nor did he return his gun to his
shoulder holster.
Treize moved further into the
waiting room and sat down on one of the orange plastic chairs. He crossed his
arms on his chest and crossing his legs, he leaned back comfortably. His
relaxed posture was fake though. Heero was sure of that. Trieze’s eyes watched
him sharply, looking for any signs of weakness.
"I’m waiting, Heero!"
There was warning in his voice.
Heero quickly ran over in his
head what happened in the past couple of hours, deciding what to tell and what
to keep hidden. "Someone wanted to use the clan. Let us be responsible for
the killing."
"Yes, I heard that from
Wufei already. The question is, why wasn’t Maxwell already dead before the
assassin shot him?"
Heero didn’t look away from
Treize. He knew that one false move would be his and Duo’s end here. He felt
Wufei’s look on him and he wondered how much did Wufei tell their leader.
"We just came in. The
shooter was clearly waiting for us to get inside."
Treize´s eyes narrowed. He knew
there was something wrong. Something Heero kept for himself and didn’t tell
him. But he also knew that he wouldn’t get anything out of Heero with pushing.
Tricks and hidden traps were the only way to learn something Heero didn’t want
to tell you.
Treize nodded slightly. "And
what do you think we should do with the boy right now? He is still a witness
after all. We can’t let him go, you know that."
Yes, Heero knew. And the plan he
thought out was rather risky. Should Treize refuse to go along with that...
"I want him to become the
protectee of the clan," he stated in a calm voice.
Zechs gasped in surprise and even
Wufei looked shocked. Treize´s only reaction was to open his eyes a little
wider.
"Hm, you realize what you
are asking here, Heero? Not anybody can become a protectee of the Dragon
Clan," Treize said slowly. He didn’t understand what was Heero up to.
Heero nodded. "Yes, I know.
But it worked with Quatre."
Treize waved his hand. "That
was something different. He had something to offer the clan. The clinic was
really useful these last couple of years. Besides, being a business partner to
the Winner Corporation is really profitable. What has the boy to offer to the
clan? And don’t tell me his money - we have enough of that."
Heero didn’t have an answer to
this. That was the tricky part. If he could convince Treize that Duo would
really be useful to the clan...
Treize smirked. "Well, we
could always use him the way the protectee served the leaders in the old
days." The lust in his eyes didn’t leave any place for doubts about what
he meant.
Zechs paled and Wufei eyes grew
hard and cold. Heero’s hand flexed on the handle of the gun, his body tightened
even more and he pressed his lips together.
Treize was watching Heero
closely. He saw his reaction and allowed small satisfactory smile escape his
guarded mask. Looks like he had found something... no! Someone who was
important for Heero, who he had feelings for. This could be useful - and
interesting!
"All right, you have my
permission to make him a protectee."
That elicited another shocked gasps
from Wufei and Zechs. Even Heero’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t think it
would be so easy. But a suspicion... an uneasy feeling was already growing in
his guts. That was too easy. What was Treize up to?
Suddenly the calm satisfied look
vanished from Treize´s eyes. Arctic cold replaced the previous emotions.
"But beware, Dragon. Should he dance out of the row, you will take care of
him. And this time I will make sure of that. We tolerate no traitors in our
rows. Remember Doc G and Meiran!"
Heero bowed slightly showing his
gratitude. "Thank you, Treize. And I will remember that. Should he become
a problem I *will* take care of him. You have my word."
Treize nodded obviously
satisfied.
The door opened in the same
moment and an old man in green hospital scrubs appeared in it, accompanied by
Quatre and Trowa.
"Are you waiting for news on
the shot victim?" he asked looking around.
Tbc