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Die Upon a Kiss

Die Upon a Kiss

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Othello as a story with the cast of Gundam Wing. Pairings: 6x9, 4xD, 13x1.
Othello as a story with the cast of Gundam Wing. Pairings: 6x9, 4xD, 13x1.

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Published by: Sandra Elena Dermark Bufi on May 20, 2012
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Act Zero: The Play and Cast.
Dramatis personae
(that is, cast):Othello: Zechs Merquise, né Milliardo PeacecraftDesdemona. Lucrezia NoinIago: Treize KhushrenadaEmilia: Lady UneCassio: Quatre Raberba-Winner Bianca: Dorothy CataloniaRandom Catholic Priest: Duo MaxwellRandom Waitress: Catherine BloomRandom Waiter/Roderigo: Trowa Barton
: Random outpost cut off from the outside world.
Act One: A Wedding, A Promotion, And A Complicated Scheme
The doors of the chapel were firmly shut, and Treize, who had chosen not to attend theceremony, was listening to the baroque hymns that were sung within. He personally relished allthat German chanting. But, no matter what, he couldn’t forget last week’s trauma.It was a tête-à-tête in Zechs’s office, considering the general’s choice of a right-hand man. Thecurtains were drawn and a ray of light was cast on the veteran’s inexpressive face. He was surehe was the man for the post. But then, Zechs stood up, looked at Treize with those steely eyesof his and told him coldly:“Pardon me, Khushrenada, but I have already chosen my officer.”“And prithee, who is that officer?”The response made Treize nearly faint with shock. “Quatre Winner”. The other candidate. Theone with the cute looks, who never had proved his worth on the battlefield. That position wasmade for Treize. And if that usurpator thought himself worthy, he would have to pay.“I do”, Treize heard Zechs through the shut door, since he was the bridegroom.“I do”, the bride replied.“I now pronounce you husband and wife”, Reverend Maxwell concluded before the kiss seguedinto the hymns again.One hour later, the doors opened and the newlyweds left the chapel. Zechs, wearing his messuniform with the sword and epaulets; and the bride in a white empire waist gown that contrastedwith the color of her hair and eyes.“Lucrezia Noin”, thought Treize.They were followed by Quatre, who had been the best man, and then by the rest of the
congregation, their best wishes being made to the newlyweds. Treize felt a warm hand on hisright shoulder and pretended to be listening. It was Lady Une, his own wife, for whom hecherished no feelings: theirs was a marriage of convenience, and he wasn’t pleased withwomen. Something unknown to Une, who, like everyone else in that secluded outpost, sawTreize as the reliable kind. A scheme without possible failure had been hatched upon listening to those baroque hymns, andTreize would make his move that evening, during the wedding celebrations, because it had beendisposed that Quatre would be on guard duty...
Act Two: An Offer, An Officer, And Ironies Of Life
“Yes, sir!”- replied Quatre to his commanding officer’s warnings, before the latter departedupstairs, towards his bedchamber, taking Noin by the hand. The newly appointed lieutenant andbest man watched them both walk away, staring at each other and disappearing from his view. As they left, Treize entered the hall with his usual confident gait.“I see you’re rather concerned, Lieutenant. Why don’t you take part in the celebrations?”, theveteran officer asked Quatre in a warm, sincere tone.“Excuse me, but I have orders to give and take. And I’m also quite a lightweight”, was theresponse he received. Indeed, the lieutenant had betrayed himself by explaining his own flaws.With such a light frame, it would take a single glass of liquor to take his reason away!“ Aw, it’s just one shot! That wouldn’t kill you!” Treize guided the young blond to a table, and asexy, nut-brown waitress showed up to serve them and took the order.Though it was late in the evening, Quatre couldn’t but help being worn-out and thirsty, partlybecause of the uniform he was forced to wear, partly because he had to stand up throughout thewedding that afternoon. Besides, Treize had been for countless years in the regiment and couldteach him the ropes with that plain speech of his. So, when the waitress returned with theofficers’ glasses of sparkling chartreuse, she received thanks from both of them.“There you have it, Lieutenant. Drink first, ask questions later”, Treize advised the younger officer, as the latter put the glass to his lips. The level sank about half an inch as these wordswere spoken. Soon, Quatre felt a warm surge spreading from his stomach all the way to his fair cheeks, as if he had swallowed a living flame. A second sip followed the first one, and soon theglass was drained to the dregs.“You can have mine, Lieutenant, if you please. I’m not in the mood” Treize handed over his ownglass, and the liquor in it had soon disappeared. The other officer’s blue eyes were bloodshot,and his cheeks were lit with color. However, he didn’t stagger or show any signs of more severeintoxication.Then, a waiter who resembled a male version of the waitress showed up to serve them andwithdraw those empty glasses. He looked rather concerned.“Quatre Winner? Shouldn’t you be on guard duty?”“Let’s go, then!” the lieutenant addressed the waiter with unusual vehemence.“An officer on duty must keep himself sober… Don’t you look somewhat intoxicated?”“I’m not drunk!” Quatre seized Trowa by the collar with his left hand and pulled out his sword withthe right one. The waitress who had previously attended to them rushed forth.
“A worthy officer, if he didn’t suffer from that despicable addiction”, Treize informed her.Catherine was alarmed and rushed in between the opponents to separate them. Upon defendingher adoptive brother from the drunken officer, she sustained a slash wound to the left shoulder.Soon the alarm was rung in the banquet hall, and a half-undressed Zechs made his appearanceas Quatre was coming to and chanced to throw up, half-conscious, on the floor. The woundedwaitress was clutching her bleeding injury, her brother and Treize applying first aid.“ What on Earth is going on?”, the commanding officer inquired. He first asked his right-handman, who lay on the floor, coming to his senses. But Quatre’s memories of that evening weretoo vague for him to explain what had happened.“Khushrenada?” Zechs inquired. And the response he obtained, in Treize’s usual reliable tone,was the following:“I tried to warn the lieutenant not to drink strong liquor in excess, but I obtained the oppositeresult. Then, bereft of inhibition, he drew too close to Miss Bloom here, and a fight with her adoptive brother here ensued. She tried to make peace, but a flesh wound was what shereceived in exchange”.Quatre was up on his feet again, standing face to face with his commanding officer’s steel eyesand firm resolution, to receive those cold, stern words in exchange:“Quatre Winner... I love thee, but you can never be my right hand again”.Treize stood back, listening to that exchange and watching Quatre turn pale and turn away fromZechs. So long, the scheme had succeeded, and he would soon be appointed his commander’sright hand. But that evening’s events would be put to more disastrous use.Quatre thrust his head on the table as he felt a pat on the back and Treize’s reassuring words:“Are you hurt, Lieutenant?”“Shouldn’t I be?”, was the reply the young blond coldly gave.“The commander’s wife has power over him. If she helped you to make peace...”“Thank you!” Quatre approached Treize and soon set off for the courtyard, where Noin and her handmaids Une and Dorothy, the latter his fiancée, were at the moment. As Treize watched his victim confidently turn away, he thought of the next phase of the plan.Then, he set off for the bedchamber to encounter Zechs.
Act Three: Temptation, The Handkerchief, And Ill-Placed Trust
The handmaids walked away as Quatre entered the courtyard in the clear sunrise. Locking eyesclose to him, Noin reassured him gently:“Trust me. You can count on me”. As these words were spoken, Zechs and Treize entered the courtyard. Upon seeing hiscommanding officer, Quatre went in again full speed, looking now and then over his shoulder, notbefore having thanked Noin for such a generous offer.The dark-haired young woman sat on a bench with her husband. Calmly and gently, she pleadedfor Quatre’s sake while stroking Zechs’s flaxen hair. For a while he remained doubtful, until hefinally gave in and approved the reinstatement.Noin went back in, in search of Quatre, to inform the young blond of her success. In her excitement, she forgot a handkerchief lined with lace on the cobblestone pavement. As her 

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