A Little Visit

by: Abra

rating: pg

pairing: implied 13+6, if you're really looking for it, and maybe maybe some UFishness. *snrk*

warning: ehhh... crossover, minor spoilers for gw, a little dark?

Treize placed the two crystal glasses on the table, and glanced at the clock. 7:03pm, just after sundown. Right on cue, he felt a slight displacement of air behind him. Treize smiled.

"Long time no see, LaCroix," he said, as he reached for one of the two bottles placed on a side table.

"Not that long," the other replied. Trieze shook his head, and poured the contents of the bottle into one of the glasses.

"Three years is a long time, when you're young," he replied. Turning around to face LaCroix, he nodded to the chair next to the table. He handed the glass to the man standing across from him.

"Please, sit down, so I can. We have a lot of catching up to do," he said. The other nodded, and gracefully sat down. Treize reached again to the side table, and poured himself a glass of wine from the other bottle. LaCroix sipped lightly from his glass while Treize sat down. It was a fine vintage; it still amazed him what resources this mortal commanded.

"So," he said, "how is that blond of yours?" Treize smiled slightly.

"Still feeling slightly guilty about betraying the ideals of his family, but otherwise he is a marvelous warrior." Treize paused. "Very cultured as well." He sipped from his own glass. "How is yours? Or need I even ask?" LaCroix chuckled.

"He is, unfortunately, the same as ever. Guilt, guilt, and more guilt." He swirled the bloodwine in his glass. "With some angst thrown in as a side dish. Not a particularly delectable one, might add," the vampire said with a slight look of distaste. "How goes your war?" he continued. Treize eloquently arched one forked eyebrow, which caused LaCroix to suppress a shudder. "Those eyebrows are positively..." he hesitated, searching for the right word. "Repulsive." Treize laughed.

"Don't you watch the news?" he said, as if LaCroix had not made his last comment. "The war is all they talk about." LaCroix gave him a look that spoke volumes.

"Really Treize, you know what I mean," he said. The other shrugged slightly.

"One can always try," he said.

"Too true," LaCroix said. "But more often than not, one fails."

"Failure..." Treize mused. "I feel that this war is doomed to failure." He took another sip from his glass. "Those Gundam pilots are unnatural, and the ZERO System makes it worse." He frowned. "Zechs is the only other pilot who is match fo them, and I feel that soon he shall betray me." It was LaCroix's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Then why not just... dispose of him?" he asked with a flick of his hand. "A man of your resources should have no trouble with something so simple." Treize gave LaCroix a wry look.

"You know why," he stated simply. LaCroix inclined his head slightly in the acknowledgement that he did indeed know. Treize's expression grew pensive, and he stared absently into his glass. LaCroix waited patiently for whatever he might say next. "I think..." Treize said after a while, "that I shall soon have to leave this field." He took another sip. "It would be, I believe, the only way to end this futile war. The consequences otherwise would be...dire." LaCroix took a long sip from his own glass.

"Then you would accept my offer?" he asked delicately. Treize looked at him consideringly.

"Yes, I believe I will," he said. "But not just yet. There are things I have yet to take care of." LaCroix nodded, and stood from his chair.

"You know how to reach me then," he said. Treize nodded. "In that case, until then - vale." With that, the ancient vampire vanished into the night. Treize sat in silence for a minute, then he finished off his glass of wine and sought his bed.



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