Office of Commander Une

And here we have our own Agent Chang modeling the new Preventers' Uniforms. I worked with leaders in both the militant and civilian sectors to come up with this new image to instill hope that justice will protect the people.

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Une's smile falters briefly as she makes a mental note to follow up on her message to Agent Chang. When Meiran had caught on to the male secretary's abysmal deception, she'd come straight into Une's meeting to personally relay the message of Treize's return to the living world and the fact that he was waiting just downstairs. In her mad dash through the corridors, Une had called Chang and told him to 'escort' the secretary from the premises by any means necessary, being thorough to strip him of all credentials in the process. He'd given a satisfied snort and hung up.

When he speaks her name in that soft, patient cadence, Une feels a shot to her chest that leaves her breathless, clenching her eyes so tight  that moisture brims along her lashes and trails down her face. Her fingers curl into the pressed fabric of his shirt and she lets out a tiny, near-undetectable sob. Years she’d longed to hear that sound, that voice calling to her, and she’d never been able to accept its loss.

The feel of his dear Lady clutching at him awakens the lion that’d slept in Treize’s heart since his ‘death’. His arms tighten around her protectively and hold her to his regenerated form. She’s gotten stronger in more ways than one, it seems. He briefly wonders if she’s mastered her condition before he realizes that it doesn’t matter. His Une is back where she’s belonged since the day they’d met. Her confession, though, has him in mild panic.

Une exhales sharply, filled with an all-encompassing, forceful relief that she'd not felt before. Even when His Excellency would forgive her her mistakes in the past she never felt gratitude this powerfully before. Since his death she had been striving to do as he would have her do, frequently feeling lost without him, though her performance was anything but hesitant. Now, his praise smoothed over all her anxieties, dusted them away and lifted her to a point of self-acceptance that she'd been unable to obtain on her own, no matter how proud she was of her organization.

Two large double-doors behind Treize burst open, there is a short pause, and then before he can fully turn around the Commanding Officer of Preventers Headquarters is launching herself against his hard chest, knocking the air from him as her arms are thrown over his broad shoulders. He can see over her slight shoulder, a crowd of confused board members who had followed her, carrying papers and looking as though she’d left in the middle of something quite important. The men watch the startling display and then turn to each other awkwardly.

Treize gasps as the air is knocked from his lungs with the force behind the impact. His arms automatically go around the body that shakes as it holds him, starting to soothingly rub the lower half. The mess of brown hair under his chin tells him who it is even before he hears the voice he’s been waiting so long to hear. The voice that’s capable of commanding an entire army without hesitation, ordering men to die for whatever cause she believes in, which always was whatever cause he believed in. This can only be one woman.

When he speaks her name in that soft, patient cadence, Une feels a shot to her chest that leaves her breathless, clenching her eyes so tight  that moisture brims along her lashes and trails down her face. Her fingers curl into the pressed fabric of his shirt and she lets out a tiny, near-undetectable sob. Years she'd longed to hear that sound, that voice calling to her, and she'd never been able to accept its loss.