Authroess' Notes: As much as I'm a rabid psychotic Treize fangirl (I've
proved it.) I thoguht I'd try writing a TKxLU fic, as their my favorite
coupling. ..; Email me with what you think, this is my first submittable GW
fic. *Shivers and cowers*

For You are Beautiful
   
Song by Roger Whitaker

Songfic by Nova Strike

Treize strode through to the Tallgeese II, knowing his final duty... He
felt there was no honorable way to complete his mission in life but to fight
nobley.
But one thing troubled him. What would become of Lady Une? It still worried
him, even now. He breathed a small sigh. The air smelled softly of roses
here on Earth. It reminded him of Une.

    There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
    Tomarrow for old England she sails
    Far away from your land of endless Sunshine
    To my land full of rainy skies and gales
    And I shall be aboard that ship tomarrow
    Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
    For you are beautiful
    And I have loved you Dearly
    More dearly then the spoken word can tell
    For you are Beautiful
    And I have loved you dearly
    More dearly then the spoken word can tell

Treize recalled how he'd met Une. He'd been a mere Colonel, she, a pilot.
Even then, her firey temper had hld his attentions. Her soft brown hair;
warm brown eyes had captivated his heart.
She held his heart like a prisoner, and when he became a General, and leader
of OZ and the Specials, he requested her right away as his aide. Even thus
after, he fell deeper for her, the way she called him Mister Treize, her
voice, her perume... Ah, her perfume. Once,
he'd sent her roses anonymously. It filled him with joy to see her so happy.
He tried to be good to her, but he also had to be discreet; it was not
proper for him to show her feelings, not as her superior. It hurt him, he
still tried conveying to her his love.


    I heard there's a wicked war ablazing
    And the taste of war I know so very well
    Even now I see the Forgein flag araising
    Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
    I have no fear of death
    It brings no sorrow
    But how bitter will be this last Farewell?
    For you are beautiful
    And I have loved you dearly
    More dearly then the spoken word can tell
    For you are Beautiful
    And I have loved you dearly
    More dearly then the spoken word can tell

Even after Leia, after marriage, when Treize felt he could never love
again, he loved Lady Une. And now... Now he knew they could never be
together. It burned his heart. But to himself, he made a solemn promise. He
would try to visit her dreams, to somehow convery the message he'd loved
her, more then life and love.
He'd wanted to be with her; if he hadn't need to commit this sacrifice, he
would give to her a propasal of marriage. Noone else mattered to him,
presently, then Lady Une. Boarding the Tallgeese, he lead the assault.
Spying the Altron Gundam, with the pilot he saught to duel, his heart fell
with those who lost their lives as well. As he spoke, he felt the pain. The
suffering of what he had to do. He held no fear.
He held no want but to do this...For his Lady, and for all. He prayed to see
his Lady again.... In Heaven. As Wufei's trident rang true to it's mark,
treize gave his final words, but he closed his eyes, his mind elsewhere.
Wandering. It fell...With Lady Une.
My Lady.... My Lady... Forgive me.... Do not cry.. But forgive me. We'll
see each other again. Perhaps we'll meet in Heaven, my Lady... My Angel...
My love... Treize thought. The Tallgeese exploded violently. And Treize
Khushrenada thus passed, in a noble death, his heart with that of the lady
that held it so long... The Lady he loved.

And the next year, for Valentine's, as per requested, the florist delivered
to Lady Une a boquet of red flowers. The card read from Treize Khushrenada.
Before his death... He'd sent a final gift to his lady.


    Though Death and Darkness gather all about me
    And my ship be torn apart at sea
    I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
    In the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
    And should I return safe home again to England
    I shall watch the English mist roll through the dell
    For you are beautiful
    And I have loved you dearly
    More dearly then the spoken word can tell
    For you are Beautiful
    And I have loved you dearly
    More dearly then the spoken word can tell
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