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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the
Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Chang Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 43. Baby Series 2 #104. Takes
place a few minutes after Delicious.
Ambrosia //What harvest of fruit would I prefer from my life? Everyone desires sweet fruits in abundance yet to appreciate the sweetness one must taste of the tart and sour. Sweetness must not be the only flavour one must sample and life is much like a bowl of fruit. A mix of flavours.// He was alone in the car, separated from the driver by the closed partition. For the moment he was thankful he had not been expected to ride with Yuy and Maxwell. He had thinking to do and he would not have been able to think objectively with Maxwell seated near him. //I have tasted many sour fruits in this life and I am barely accounted an adult by many cultures and countries. Mine has not been a dull life. I was to be a scholar and I was well content with such a future and even accepted the necessity of marrying my Nataku. Ah, what would you think of this turn of events?// Ahead of him the cavalcade rolled through the city and he could see people lining the streets even on this bitter night and at this abominable hour. From their faces they had witnessed what they came to see and he presumed Milliardo had wound down a window to wave at the crowd. Perhaps it had been Relena who was only too aware of the requirements and obligation of royalty. //I am not a child.// He had acted the part of spoiled brat on occasion and he was aware of it. He had also been the rebel teenager, all too often turning a deaf ear to older and wiser heads. Perhaps he should measure the depth of truth spoken to him by the scorn or fury of his reaction to the telling. //I am not perfect in all things though I strive to be and perhaps that is the problem. My ideal of perfect is unattainable in this reality.// Not everything in his ideals was impossible in the harsh light of reality. His ideal partner existed, all those lovely inches of hard muscle and shimmering hair. There were difficulties, perhaps insurmountable difficulties, in attaining that perfection and in his violent past he had learned the value of compromise. //Maxwell and I had agreed to join forces against those seeking the Crown. I presumed we would then become rivals for Milliardo. What if…?// A dangerous game to play, the game of What If. It forced one to think of things they otherwise would not have considered. Things one might imagine were the sourest of fruits and sometimes led one to the unattainable Ambrosia, Fruit of the Gods. Propriety and convention made Milliardo the unattainable Ambrosia. Legend spoke of Eternal Life being granted to those who tasted its sweetness. Greed during the hunt led to murder and mayhem and the prize would slip away. //Do I seek this fruit with greed in my heart and will I pay the ultimate price?// End
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