One Last Warrior Narrator: The year is After Colony 198, and the wars of the previous years are finally over. The five Gundam pilots are now living comfortably off their various salaries and the money they made during the wars. But one warrior remains… Author’s Note: From here on, you are on your own. Lady Une walked through the halls of the Parisian Khushrenada Estate. Treize’s memory echoed through the halls, his prize roses still grew in the gardens along side hers. She sighed and went into the room they had once shared. Ah, Master Treize, I still love you. She could hold back her tears no longer. She sat down on the bed and ‘sobbed’ as Relena Peacecraft would say. Sally Po (No relation to Edgar Allen Poe) walked into the Estate and followed the sound of Lady’s sobs to the bedroom. “Colonel Une?” Lady Une looked up and furiously swiped at her tears. “What are you doing here, Sally?” “I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by.” “Aa.” Lady Une nodded and disappeared into her boudoir to rest. Pfui! Good riddance to bad rubbish. Later that night, around midnight, Lady Une ran out into the rose gardens, her eyes streaming with tears. NO! I promised Master Treize I wouldn’t cry! She tripped on a root and sprained her ankle. The pain is good, pain is cleansing. I have to stop crying. She collapsed in front of Treize’s prize roses, the double Khushrenada Rose—burgundy and the odd shade of blue. A dark figure came out of the woods. Lady, I have missed you for so long. Your tears are being shed for me. You are the true survivor of the wars, the last Warrior, the lone Warrior, the one who fights alone. Keep fighting and never give up, my Warrior. He paused in front of the gates to the Estate and pushed them open. The final time I will leave this Estate and my Warrior is when I am truly dead. Lady Une stopped sobbing and walked cautiously towards the gates. “Who goes there?” Lady Une didn’t reply. I know that voice. Who is it? Lady Une walked back into the house and sat down in the parlor. The dark figure came in and stepped into the light. Lady Une was still crying and her eyes were blurred with tears. My Warrior. Keep fighting. Do not give up. The figure walked into the parlor and held Lady to his chest until she stopped crying. My Warrior. My beautiful, beautiful Warrior, your battle is won, your fight is over. My Warrior. “Lady.” Lady Une blinked back tears and looked up. Master Treize? “Master Treize.” “Lady, my beautiful, beautiful Lady. Oh God, I’ve missed you.” “ I thought you were dead sir.” Lady, Oh God, you believed the rumors. Your battle is not totally won then. “Who did you hear I was dead from?” “Milliardo-chan.” “He lies.” “Aa.” Treize carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed. He sat down beside her and kissed her softly on the lips. Mmm. She is the true Warrior, not those Gundam Pilots. She fought her battles ‘til the end, not until the Zero System made her see enemies everywhere. Aa, my Warrior, Keep fighting. You are so close to winning. You must keep fighting, my Warrior. Do not give up! Lady Une woke up moments later. “Treize-sama?” “Oh my Warrior. Oh God how I missed you.” Lady Une threw her arms around Treize’s neck and buried her face in his chest. Treize wrapped his arms around her slim waist and kissed her. Lady Une disappeared again, her head bowed and her gait wobbly. “Are you all right darling?” Lady Une didn’t respond. Treize heard music down stairs. “Memories are just weighing me down. I’m treading the waters of the depths obscured with their dead. What did you expect to find? Was it something you left behind? Don’t you remember everything I said when I said, “Don’t fall away, and lead me to my self. Don’t fall away and leave life bleeding in my hands, in my hands, in my hands again. Leave life bleeding in my hands life has bleeded!” Treize ran down stairs to find Lady unconscious in the armchair she had claimed as her own. “Lady. Oh my Lady! Wake up!” Lady Une shook herself awake. “Treize?” “Shh. It’s all right. What happened?” “I don’t know. I came down here to listen to my Fuel midi and I passed out. I don’t remember anything after that.” Treize turned off the midi and kissed Lady’s forehead. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fell deeply asleep. Treize carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed. “I’m honing now I feel contagious! Am I the only place that you’ve left to go? She cries what life is like, some do it in black and white and they’re just thinking lies over and over and over again she cries! Don’t fall away and lead me to my self.” Lady Une was mumbling in her sleep the lyrics to Fuel’s “Hemorrhage (In My Hands)” She didn’t even know she was doing it. “Lady.” She shook herself awake. “Lady.” “Treize?” “It’s all right dear. I’m just worried about you. You’re singing in your sleep.” Lady Une looked slightly puzzled as Treize kissed her repeatedly. Lady Une was soon asleep. Treize sat down and stroked her long hair as she slept. My love. Goodnight. Treize smiled gently and laid down next her. He took her in his arms and was soon asleep. They slept together for at least five hours before Une became restless and tossed and turned. After what seemed an eternity, Treize took her in his arms and held her there, gently stoking her long brown hair. “Darling, what’s wrong?” Lady Une appeared not to hear his question; she was so deeply asleep in his arms. It was the first time she had truly slept since Treize had “died.” Treize followed her example and slept, a deep, rich sleep that refreshed him—mind, body, and soul. When he woke again, it was half-past one p.m. He looked beside him, noticing for the first time Une’s absence. Where is she? A few minutes later, Lady Une walked in to the bedroom again. Her dun colored hair was done up quite prettily in a French braid. Treize smiled. “Good afternoon, my darling.” “Buenos Tardes, Señor Treize.” My God! How long have I been away?? When I “died”, she wasn’t at all fluent in Spanish!! Now she is?? Damn!! I must have been away for at least a year or two!! Une smiled at Treize’s confusion. “Actually, Treize, when you ‘died’, I was perfectly fluent in Spanish. It, at one time, was the only language I knew how to speak because I lived in Spain.” Treize looked up at her, taking in the curves of her gentle waist, the stomach unmarred by pregnancy, the way her deep red lips trembled as she stood, leaning in the door way. He knew at that moment who he loved, who he needed for the rest of his life. He just didn’t know how to ask her, afraid of sounding too forward. After all, he had been out of her life for at least a year or so. Une apparently had taken up telekinesis because she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t worry my lord. I do not have another in my life. The day you left, I swore I would never love another man. It didn’t seem right at the time.” Treize stood up and walked over to her. His deep blue eyes seemed to search her entire soul. “My darling?” “Yes, Treize?” “Will you marry me?” Une looked away for a few moments, her eyes seemed to be closed in quiet meditation. When she looked at him again, she nodded. He took a small burgundy-colored velvet box out of his pocket, opened it, and slid the delicate diamond ring onto her finger. A few days later, a young girl was wondering around in the gardens outside of the Paris estate. Lady Une happened to be working with the roses at the time and noticed her. “Excuse me, miss. Are you lost?” The young girl looked at Une and shook her head. “No, I’m looking for my father.” Une’s smooth brow creased for a moment. “Who is your father?” “My grandfather said that my father was the former leader of OZ. He also said that my father had an aide who was about 5’5”, with brown hair and brown eyes.” Une froze for a moment, her deep brown eyes closed in deep thought. “Excuse me for a moment.” She went inside and found Treize in his study. “Treize.” “Yes, my darling?” “I believe I’ve found your daughter.” “My Mariemaia?” “Yes. There’s a little girl, she can’t be more than 6 or 7, and she says that her grandfather told her that her father was the former leader of OZ.” Treize stood up quickly. “Take me to her, darling.” Une lead Treize outside to the rose gardens where she’d left the young girl. She was still there, admiring the roses. When Treize and Une returned, the little girl looked up at both of them and smiled. “Daddy!” Treize knelt down in front of her. “Yes, my Mariemaia.” Mariemaia hugged her father. Une was watching from the background and smiled happily. My work is finally over. I can now retire to my grave peacefully. It is time for my eternal rest… Treize looked behind him. “Ana, where are you going??” “It is time for my eternal rest. I have finished work here on earth. I have been dead ever since you left. I died. I was not able to lie peacefully in my grave among these roses knowing you were still alive. It is now time for me to retire to my place among the last of the Warriors. Good-bye, my love.” Treize kissed for one last time and she lay down in her grave and finally took her place in the stars with the last of the Warriors for Peace. Many years later, once Mariemaia was married, she had a young daughter. Treize had been there for her, but not in the same was as Lady Une. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, coaching Mariemaia through the birth. Once the child was born, Mariemaia wanted to name her after Lady Une. The angelic Warrior stood up from the bed, whispered her birth name into her former lover’s ear, and then was gone. Treize looked down at his daughter & granddaughter and smiled. “If you truly want to name the babe after my Lady, name her Céleste. It’s Latin for Heavenly and was my Lady’s birth name.” Mariemaia looked up at her father. “When did you find that out?” “Just now, my daughter. She was here in spirit. It was her who made you not notice the pains of labor. When you said you wanted to name your daughter after her, she stood up from the bed and told me her birth name.” Mariemaia smiled. “Then the babe’s name is Céleste Ana.” Treize smiled and then grabbed his chest. “Father?!” Mariemaia turned to her husband. “Jason, go get a nurse or a doctor or somebody! I think my Father’s having a heart attack!” Jason did as his wife told him to. By the time he returned, Treize was already drifting off. “Mari, my Céleste says she is proud of you and that she loves you.” “Tell her I love her too, Father.” “I will.” Those were the last words Treize ever spoke. He had passed on. The doctor officially pronounced him dead and asked Mariemaia what she would like to do with the body. “I’m going to take him back to his Paris estate and bury him next to his Céleste.” “Very well.” End |
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