Ch5

Yep, Treize was here. He had been a bit more polite this visit by not going into the greeting room and all that stuff polite people do. As usual, he had not reframed from making out with Zecks in the entrance with the doorman watching every kiss and bite of it.

Treize somehow still wore all his clothing, including his fake military cape. On the other hand, or was it body, worried mothers would hide their innocent children’s and not so innocent teenager’s eyes upon seeing Zecks dressed as he was now on any colony but this one. Looked from certain angles, including Duo’s, his length was visible under almost scandals for women bikini type thing.

Duo didn’t like Zecks; never really had, never really would. Zecks was one of those slaves that weren’t really slaves and could stop being one any time they wanted to. Technically, he was not a slave. But he acted like one, a slightly pampered at that, but still one.

Zecks’ family had been killed, according to the falsely truthful and truly corrupt government, in an accident when their shuttle exploded, again according to the government. Before that, his family had been the most prominent family in the fight against slavery. After their death, little Zecks latched onto Treize and became the slave to the future head of the family boosting slavery and against Zecks’ family’s ideals.

Zecks’ betrayal of the ideals and very dreams of his family was not the reason for Duo’s hatred of him. It was nothing even related, nothing close at all. It was the reminder of the way Duo had acted after his own family’s more public exaction happened with blood and axes. That was when he met the even darker side of the colony.

Rumors ran through out the colony, blaming innocent and some not so innocent of being part of his family’s scheme to take down the government and set free the slaves. According to some rumors, he was a founder and as deep in the plot as his parents but smarter then his parents because he wasn’t caught. He had been seven.

Those rumors spurred him to find a protector; he found Treize. Or was it Treize found him as he wandered the fancy get-togethers for something to keep the bad world of slippery rumors and pointed fingers away. Treize offered his protection against the rumors but not the bad world. Duo accepted and Treize took him away from those rumors but not the bad world in general.

If Duo hadn’t trained out of himself the reactions of his disgust for the darkest things, he would of shivered at the remembrance of some of the lighter things he did while a sort of slave to Treize. But he had buried those reactions even before he met Treize’s likes and inventive mind.

After being literally slapped on the face by a close friend that was now dead because of a rare ‘plague’, he had left and been left alone with only visits like last night. Zecks hadn’t. He had stayed and clammed he loved it. Every time Duo saw him, a vision of one of many of Treize’s play sessions came to mind, them acting like dogs as Treize had his fun. Duo hated himself for the way he himself acted and the way Zecks still soaked in the treatment.

Duo banished the remembrance and hatred as he walked down the stares with Heero nearly draped on half of his body upon demand; it was almost important to his plan.

“Hello Treize,” Duo said as he walked to the head of the corruptness. “And how are you today?”

The man looked up and pushed Zecks slightly away when he saw the beautiful pair heading toward him. Zecks pouted and glared.

“Fine,” said Treize. “We came to see if you were free for some. Are you?”

“Well, I do believe I am… not. Me and Heero need to go see the execution house, ya know, where all the exactions of my family accorded.”

Treize curled his lip, almost. That place was also where the criminal slave went. The torturers, eunuchs in the male case, rapped hard and dry by the eunuchs in the female case, didn’t care about such things as sex and pleasure. They cared, loved blood and witnesses to their craziness. Not even Treize liked them; they had tortured one of his slaves for stealing a loaf of cheap, dollar bread from a grocer. The slave had to be taken to L4, the mental institute, after they were through with it.

“All well, we must be getting going now. See ya.” Treize grabbed Zechs’ arm and left. Zecks apparently didn’t have any other clothing then he had on.

Duo smirked as his porch zipped away. It had succeeded; the plan given to Duo on the way to the staircase by Heero had succeeded. All Duo needed to tell to Heero was the answer to Heero’s question about the worst place on the colony. The doctors would be proud. And he needed to go to those doctors now; they had a colony government to overthrow.