alexa_you

Do Anything For You

Author: Alexa

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own Lady Une's image song,
"Brightness and Darkness", which appears in this piece. The translation was
done by P. Icarus, and can be found here:
http://www.geocities.com/tokyo/pagoda/5701/gw/gw-b02.html
Author's Notes: Expect some strangeness. BTW: Has anyone noticed that almost
no one on Gundam has brown eyes? Eh heh...-_-; Oh, and warning: brief lime.
Also, spoilers for the very end of the series, as well as Endless Waltz.
Warning: Lime!
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The day she first met Treize Khushrenada was so cold it seemed to burn. His
last assistant had been fired, and she had just been upgraded to Lieutenant
Colonel a few weeks ago. At nineteen, she was one of the youngest of the
Earth Sphere Federation's officers, equalled only by a few others at Lake
Victoria. As she walked calmly down the hallway, people watched her from the
corners of their eyes. She'd never seen this official before, but she was
certain he would simply be another of those annoying, meaningless older men
with potbellies, so used to the peace. How she despised them. She stopped in
front of the office and calmly knocked on the door. They'd said this was
temporary; only a couple weeks and she'd be transferred elsewhere. In her
tiny room across the base, she hadn't even unpacked yet.
"Come in," the voice was a light, pleasant baritone, which surprised her. It
was so aristocratic-sounding -- the kind of voice she would have heard in her
father's home at a party. Her gloved hand slipped to the doorknob and she
opened the door slowly, walking in without worrying if her uniform was as
neat as it could be, her hair perfect. A moment later, she wished she'd
checked.
The man at the desk was young, business-like. Broad-shouldered, with a light
tan and piercing blue eyes. His hair was mostly brushed back from his face,
but a few strands fell forward. And what hair it was...so bright and gleaming
in the grey light from outside. It was auburn, she noticed. His face had few
lines, and was strong, handsome. She placed his age at maybe twenty-two,
twenty-three. The only strange thing about him was the slight split his
eyebrows made at the end. And yet, somehow, she found the whole thing very
attractive. She forced a salute, and he looked up.
"Lt. Col. Lady Une, reporting, sir," she informed him as he stood up.
"At ease," he said calmly, and she relaxed, her own business-like air
returning. But only until he took her hand. Even through her glove, they
could both feel a sort of electricity, and as he placed his lips against the
back of it. "Treize Khushrenada, leader of the Specials," he replied easily,
looking at her carefully. In the moderately dim light, he could see her hair
was brown and her eyes a dark molasses-like color he'd never seen before. The
hair was pulled back severely into two small buns at the back of her head,
wrapped with pinkish-red bows that matched the dark burgundy of her uniform.
She was short, and thin-rimmed silver glasses helped to hide her eyes, but there was something still very attractive about her. He cleared his throat and
sat back down. "Lady, please don't call me sir, if we are to be working
together."
"Alright, Treize-sama."
"Much better," he leaned back in his chair. "I hear you're only to be here
for a few weeks?"
"Yes, si -- Treize-sama."
"I see. Well, I hope your time here is useful and educational," he turned
back to the maps and reports on his desk. "In the meantime, I want you to
start research on the rebellions in the L4 colony; they've been worrying me,
and we need to do something about them. I've been studying the problem, and
perhaps you can help me."
"I am familiar with the issue," Une said, leaning over his desk to point to
something on the map of the L4 colony. If you place a mobile suit here, they
will be unable to revolt or escape, and you can subdue them." He looked up at
her in admiration.
"Very good, Lady. Type up the battle strategy, and hand it in to me. I'll
send it to the leader at L4, and I'm sure they'll implement it immediately."
She nodded and clicked her heels together before leaving the room in as
efficient a manner as she entered.

At the end of the coldy shut skies.
Forever I only believe in this trying love.
If it is for the sake of your desired ideal.
Even if everything gets destroyed.
In love with you; Do anything for you.

It was two weeks later when the orders arrived. She was to be transferred to
Cape Verde...all the way across the world. It was as she repacked the few
belongings she'd removed from her bag that she heard the knock on the door.
"One moment," Une called, covering the items in the suitcase with her towel;
she'd just bathed, and she tightened the robe around her still-wet body as
she hurried to the door. Quickly, she looped the dark mass up in a band, then
swung the door open.
"Treize-sama?" She asked, curious as to why the man stood at her doorway.
"Lady, do you mind if I come in for a moment?" She stepped aside mutely, and
he entered the room slowly. She shut the door behind him and turned to look
at him as he scanned the room. "Packing already, Lady?" He questioned, and
she nodded. "I was coming to extend the offer for you to stay longer if you
wish, and continue as my assistant; you're the best one I've ever had, and I
would be honored if you would." Before she could speak, he had moved to the
door again, and she stepped aside as he left. When he had gone, the woman
found herself slumped, the wall her only support. There was something about
that man, something that awakened feelings she hadn't had for so long. She
felt calm, peaceful. Part of her wanted to release the violence, and talk
everything through, instead of using military strength when he spoke to her
like that. Moving towards the desk nearby, she pulled out her hairbrush.
That evening, he scanned the ballroom. As Lady Une was a higher ranking
official, she was given a banquet in her honor, as she left the base. He
couldn't find her though; had his precise, calm assistant decided not to
come? That was when he spotted his quarry. She stood alone by the drinks, a
glass of something in her hand, looking very different from how he'd ever
seen her before. Her hair was down, not looped in that severe fashion, and
she must be wearing contact lenses, because he didn't see her glasses. She
was clad in a form-fitting dark blue dress, a black and brown fur slung over
one arm. Despite the change in everything, right down to her posture, he knew
it was her, and so he made his way over.
"Lady," she heard, murmered in her ear, and she turned.
"Treize-sama," she whispered back. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to wish you farewell, Lady," he kissed her free hand, enjoying the
simultaneously soft and rough feel of the callouses on the palm, as she
reveled in the tingle his touch gave her. "You look lovely tonight," he said,
noticing the dark red on her lips. "Different, but lovely."
She blushed. It was the first time he'd ever seen her do that, but he liked
it. "Thank you, Treize-sama. I appreciate your compliment."
"Why don't you dress like that normally?" He queried, escorting her
gracefully to the dance floor as a waltz struck up.
"People don't think I'm strong if I'm not in my uniform," she shrugged.
"Besides, I feel more...military-like in it. Like I can command better." He
nodded, noticing the music change tempo.
"A tango," he murmered. "The dance of lovers." She smiled, her heart
fluttering. What was he getting at?
"I'm not leaving," she said after a moment as they swept around the dance
floor. "I decided to stay. I sent my refusal out an hour ago."
"An hour," he mused. "They should have it by now. Hopefully they'll send you
a confirmation by tomorrow morning. It would help avoid some confusion and
trouble."
"I'm not leaving," she repeated calmly. "No matter what their response says."
"I never said you were, Lady," he replied evenly as they swept into the hall.

Now -- I swear! A world filled with life.
That's proof of my love for you.

He ran his hands down her body as she stepped out of her gown. She looked
back up at him, at his eyes, so deep, and at the same time masked, as if
hiding something. "Treize-sama..." she murmered as he wrapped his arms around
her waist and lowered his lips lightly to her neck, playing them over it and
her shoulders, sometimes sucking gently, nibbling her collarbone, or simply
pressing them against her. She slowly pulled off his shirt while he unhooked
her bra. She pulled back, suddenly afraid, clutching the bra to her.
"Treize-sama, forgive me...I didn't expect this. I should go," she gathered
up her dress, and looked after her as she ran picked the clothing up off the
floor. "I was a fool to thi--"
"Lady," he whispered. "Une. Please don't go."
"But I..." Her eyes were wide, confused.
"Lady," he repeated. "Don't go unless you wish to. Don't worry about me; I
want this. Believe me," he murmered, emphasizing the last part. She dropped
the dress to the thickly carpeted floor.
"Are you sure? I don't...I..."
"Lady," he stopped. "No. Une, I told you I want this. Have I ever lied?" She
stepped back into his embrace as they fell back on the bed.
In the early morning sunshine, Une rolled over, looking outside at the hills
below. Her day off. What a relaxing way to begin. She rolled back over and
looked at the man dressing across the room. "Why didn't you wake me?" She
asked, gesturing to the well-stocked breakfast cart near the bed.
"You just looked so lovely, I couldn't bear to wake you," Treize smiled as he
finished buttoning his jacket and glanced one more time in the mirror. She
smiled slightly as he approached the bed again, embracing her gently through
the sheets. Their lips met softly, and she had to refrain from giggling as
his hand slipped down her back.
"Not now," she laughed, pulling away and turning to look outside.
"Why not?" He teased, following her gaze and finally noticing the cadets in
the courtyard who would be able to see them through the large windows. "That
would be a good reason," he agreed as she wrapped her arms around his neck
for another quick kiss. "And I have to work. I will see you again quite soon,
Lady," he bowed to her and left the room quietly.

While silently hiding the tears that come out,
I embrace this love when I continue to pray.
The only form that appears in my heart is you.
No matter how hard...
In love with you; Do anything for you.

She lay in suspended animation, all the thoughts pounding gently through her
head. His excellency, his ideals. All the memories of things she had done in
the past two years, just for him, threatened to choke her and murder her. All
the people she'd killed. All the lives she'd destroyed...she was close to the
brink. Tsubarov, with the gun. That scene came to her again and again. And
then there was a new one...Treize, in some battle. Her eyes snapped open to
harsh white light. She was nude under the blankets, and moniters beeped near
her. Paying them no reguard, she pulled the tubes from her body and the item
of medical equipment there to help her breath from her mouth. She wrapped the
sheet around her body and padded over to the closet. There was a strange
feeling inside of her, as if two warring forces had made peace. She pulled
out the suit they'd found her in and dressed quickly, then slipped easily
from the hospital and down to the nearest spaceport.
He was fighting, always fighting. The dolls were overpowering him, and he
knew he wouldn't survive. And that was when she appeared. Screaming like a
banshee in battle, she swept in in the suit that held the ZERO system,
fighting like a creature from the depths of hell. It had to be her. No one
else fought with such intensity, such anger. But then it was over. The hatch
of the battered mobile suit opened and a slim form in a purple space suit
slipped up into his suit's hand. Her hair was down.
"Lady..." he murmered in admiration.

Scream! These thoughts hidden in my heart.
Violently so as to slash through the darkness.
Now -- Reach to you who sleep in dreams.
It's proof of my unchanging love.

Une smiled even as the tears twinkled in her eyes. "Thank you, Relena-sama,"
she nodded to the girl, happy she would be allowed to exist a while longer.
Relena nodded and smiled, and Une turned back to the monitor as a soldier
called out that Lake Victoria was on the line. "Noin. It's been a while," she
prayed the dark haired woman would help her out.
"That it has, Colonel," Noin smiled. It might work after all.
A tense half an hour later, Une found herself murmering the words she'd
always hoped she'd never have to. "Tell them we surrender." She muttered,
almost regretfully, as she bit the inside of her cheek. Treize had told her
that if he died, these were her instructions. After all, he was their leader,
and without him, they wouldn't be able to survive. Unfortunately, she saw the
truth in his words. If they were winning and he was killed, the Earth and the
colonies would be plunged into chaos. However, the technician behind her
didn't seem to get it.
"Ma'am?"
"Don't make me say it again. Send them the message," she barked as the water
threatened to spill over. Turning back to the vidscreen, she barely noticed
as one solitary tear traced its way down her face. "Treize-sama, you were
magnificent," she looked up into the vidscreen again.

It was a week later, and she stood by the grave they'd made for him. Dorothy
stood beside, her, his last living relative. And not even her relative. His.
"He never told me you two were married," Dorothy said after a moment. Une
snapped her head over to look at the girl.
"Where did you find out about that?" She asked, her voice barely above a
whisper.
"His diary," the blonde said casually, placing a bouquet of roses on his
grave. Their gold mingled with the dark red ones Une had placed there. "I
found it sometime ago. I must say, quite well carried out. I never guessed.
But," she shrugged. "I guess that explains why you don't usually tell people
your last name, doesn't it?" Une nodded mutely, and after sometime, Dorothy
left.
"What now?" Une asked, looking down at the heavy stone, all that she had left
of him. She felt so empty inside. "You're dead, we surrendered. There's
nothing left for me."
"You could join me," Une whipped around. Noin stood there, looking very
pretty in a dark blue suit, carrying a bouquet of white roses for the grave,
which she placed down before turning back to Une. "I'm working as a
Preventer. The money's pretty good, and they could use someone good with
planning, like you."
"I don't know if I could work for a democratic government," the brunette
murmered.
Noin shrugged. "Have it your way," she said, walking back down the hill to
her car. "Your life."

I believe surely dreams will come true.
As long as I live...
In love with you; Do anything for you.

Une smiled down at the girl holding her hand. Affectionately, she ruffled the
reddish hair. Though not her child, it was Treize's, and she'd protect her to
the last breath.
"Une-san, can we go in now? It's getting cold," Mariemaia told her in that
precise, brisk manner both she and her father possessed. Une nodded and the
two began heading back to the house.
"How about some hot chocolate?" She asked. Mariemaia nodded and cheered. And
somewhere inside, Une felt complete again.