A Downward Spiral An AU fic by Blue Rose *Pairing: 13x11 (TKxLU) I might add Zechs and Noin, but that depends on how the story takes shape. *Setting: Part One takes place in early spring of 1861 at Une's home in Georgia. *Rating: PG-13 (it gets worse as you go along, mostly violence and some language) *Dedication: To my friends Kit, Emily, Elliot (I don't want you), and David and also to all the people who posted my fics, I hope to write many more! *Author's Note: I got this fic idea from my fave obsession (next to GW) Gone With the Wind, and one day I was drawing some parallels between Treize and some of the other male characters. I can't really picture Une as Scarlett, but I thought I'd try to make a fic during that time period anyways. I used Anne as Lady Une's first name, being that that is the name most fic authors use. *Also, this may seem kinda mushy at first, but the best parts are yet to come. It will definitely be more exciting as the story progresses. Sixteen year old Anne Une stood in the nook between the sweeping staircase and the refreshment table. She was feeling horribly out of place, even though she was in her own home. It was her father's annual ball, one of many times all the families in the county got together and celebrated. Her long bell shaped skirt swung out far in front of her, revealing her lacy white petticoats. The dress was pale blue with just enough lace to be pretty but not too much. Her long chestnut brown hair was pulled back by pearl combs and swayed in tight curls around her shoulders. Around her neck she wore her grandmother's pearl necklace. "Anne! Anne!" her two friends, Cora and Ellen shouted excitedly, walking towards her as fast as was considered polite. "You'll never guess who's here tonight!" Cora whispered frantically. "Who," Anne asked, her voice alight with interest. "Treize Khushrenada," Ellen interrupted. "He's the leader of the county army and the best dancer around!" "Oh," she said, disappointed. Both her friends gave her exasperated looks. "I forgot to mention that he's incredibly handsome. He's never kept the same girl for over a month!" Ellen said, in a voice that implied scandal. "He sounds horrid," Anne said, unimpressed. To her, the young men of the county were all alike. Spoiled, selfish boys that thought they could take the Yankee army in six weeks. "He isn't horrid at all, he's a perfect gentleman!" Cora sniffed. "Hush your mouth, Cora!" Ellen reprimanded. "He's coming this way!" Anne looked upwards from where she was standing to see this Treize Khushrenada descending from the staircase. He *was* handsome, with ginger colored hair and clear blue eyes. He held a glass of brandy in one hand, and appeared to be catching the gaze of every girl in the ballroom. Suddenly, he glanced down directly at her. She turned away abruptly, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat when her eyes met his. "He's coming over here!" Ellen gasped, looking over her shoulder to see Treize making his way through the crowd. Ellen and Cora began fiddling with their hair, smoothing their dresses, and pinching their cheeks to make them look redder. Anne rolled her eyes, hoping they wouldn't act too foolishly. "Hello," Treize said when he finally approached them. Anne noted the way his voice was so smooth and pleasant. "Mr. Khushrenada! Are you going to save us from the bad Yankees?" Cora said flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes. It was all Anne could do to keep from gagging. "Personally, I hope it never comes to the point where we have to fight, but it Georgia fights, I'll fight too." Treize replied, ignoring Cora's flirty tone. He then turned to look at Anne. "I don't believe we've met," he said to her. "I'm Anne Une. My father is the one giving this party." Anne said shortly. "My name is Treize Khushrenada,"he replied, bringing up one of her hands to his lips and kissing it softly. "Pleased to meet you." This took Anne completely by surprise. None of the boys in her county acted this way, he reminded her of a knight in one of the fairy tales she used to read. "Colonel Khushrenada," Anne's father shouted, bringing the entire ballroom to silence. "Perhaps you would like to grace us with your opinion on the matter of fighting the Yankees." Treize nodded wordlessly, and made his way to the platform where the now silent orchestra had been playing. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the fair Southland! The Confederacy needs you now more than ever! A new threat challenges our traditions, our beliefs. If we don't fight, what will become of our world? Will it cease to exist, or rise in gallantry to crush the devils from the North!" The room was dead silent, then without warning, erupted in applause. Young men looked at Treize with new found respect and admiration in their eyes. Husbands stood beside their wives, the look of new bravery cast upon them. Does he believe it? Anne thought. He told me he doesn't want to fight. Why then, does he put on an act? Later that same evening, Anne took a break from dancing to stand out on the wide front porch. The moon shone eerily through the Spanish moss, a glowing, ominous orb in a raven colored sky. The sound of light footsteps behind her made her turn around. "I thought I'd find you here," Treize said. "Yes, well I often gaze at the sky. It seems so big and powerful. Whenever I look at the stars, I feel very small and powerless." she replied dreamily. "That's what I thought," Treize chuckled. "I saw you and I thought to myself 'Now there's a girl who looks like she cares about more than her new dress and the latest Paris hairstyles'." She smiled back at him, thinking about what a gorgeous smile he had. "I also knew you saw through my 'patriotic' act. You know as well as I do that our way of life is outdated, and it's only a matter of time before our world falls apart." "Why do you fight then?" "I don't really know. Perhaps it appeals to my sense of honor to defend my home. Or maybe my father instilled these values in me before i had a chance to think for myself." "I should go," she said, a little too abruptly. "Please stay," he said, touching her arm as she turned to go. "I didn't mean to be insulting, Mr. Khushrenada." she blushed. "If you want me to say then I will." They talked for a long time. As hard as Anne tried, she had to admit she was falling under the spell of the charismatic Treize Khushrenada. *Well what did u think? C and C would be really great! I hope it didn't suck too badly. Just remember that these are the opinions of the characters and not me, and GW ain't mine so don't sue. Tell me what you thought of my fic! Thankx, Blue Rose |
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