Spoilers: This is a sidestory to “Spoil of War” and may have spoilers for that.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Treize. Just as glad. *shudder*
Blood type: B -
Feedback: Go for it, Domon W!
Warnings: Evil bastard Treize and poor, abused Duo-kun.
One of the hounds whined, and nudged at the man’s hand. Without looking down, General Treize Khushrenada turned his hand over and stroked the dog’s finely formed skull. The bloodhound let out a short, sharp bark -- the yelping sound that signaled a successful hunt -- and Treize glanced down, sliding his fingers to caress under the dog’s jaw. He tilted the dog’s chin upwards, studying it; there was blood on its teeth.
So it was Treize Khushrenada knew, even before the grubby lieutenant came puffing to a halt to make his report, that he had won. “Gener’l, sir, we’ve got him,” the man wheezed.
“Alive?” Treize said calmly, and the soldier’s head bobbed in a nod. “Very good. Bring him here, then.”
“Yessir.” The lieutenant -- his name escaped Treize, just this moment -- snapped into a salute that made up for in vigor what it lacked in crispness, and then jogged off again. Treize settled back to wait, tilting his head back momentarily to check the direction of the wind. Yes, they were still safe for now, even if the smoke on the wind was making the hounds mill nervously about. They had done their duty, and would be rewarded accordingly. So, too, the soldiers.
Treize knew, in a calm, analytical way, that his order to take the little rebel chief alive had most likely cost some of his soldiers their lives. He had studied carefully -- all the rebels, and their leader more than any -- and he had no doubts that the so-called Shinigami would fight as long as there was breath in his body. But he had given the order, all the same. Whatever kind of ‘peacekeeping’ operations the fools at Romefellar chose to call it, this was war, and people died. And his men, his loyal little soldier men, had many times made clear their willingness to die to for him.
To the Victor
Date: 2006-02-27 11:11 pm (UTC)Rating: R
Spoilers: This is a sidestory to “Spoil of War” and may have spoilers for that.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Treize. Just as glad. *shudder*
Blood type: B -
Feedback: Go for it, Domon W!
Warnings: Evil bastard Treize and poor, abused Duo-kun.
One of the hounds whined, and nudged at the man’s hand. Without looking down, General Treize Khushrenada turned his hand over and stroked the dog’s finely formed skull. The bloodhound let out a short, sharp bark -- the yelping sound that signaled a successful hunt -- and Treize glanced down, sliding his fingers to caress under the dog’s jaw. He tilted the dog’s chin upwards, studying it; there was blood on its teeth.
So it was Treize Khushrenada knew, even before the grubby lieutenant came puffing to a halt to make his report, that he had won. “Gener’l, sir, we’ve got him,” the man wheezed.
“Alive?” Treize said calmly, and the soldier’s head bobbed in a nod. “Very good. Bring him here, then.”
“Yessir.” The lieutenant -- his name escaped Treize, just this moment -- snapped into a salute that made up for in vigor what it lacked in crispness, and then jogged off again. Treize settled back to wait, tilting his head back momentarily to check the direction of the wind. Yes, they were still safe for now, even if the smoke on the wind was making the hounds mill nervously about. They had done their duty, and would be rewarded accordingly. So, too, the soldiers.
Treize knew, in a calm, analytical way, that his order to take the little rebel chief alive had most likely cost some of his soldiers their lives. He had studied carefully -- all the rebels, and their leader more than any -- and he had no doubts that the so-called Shinigami would fight as long as there was breath in his body. But he had given the order, all the same. Whatever kind of ‘peacekeeping’ operations the fools at Romefellar chose to call it, this was war, and people died. And his men, his loyal little soldier men, had many times made clear their willingness to die to for him.