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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: Unknown Notes: Challenge 58. Baby Series 2 #167. Takes
place the night after Intruder In The Night.
Of Hunters and Prey //Now, which of you gracious, backstabbing, fashion plates turned hunters, who considers herself irresistible and worthy of a Crown, do I stalk tonight?// Fancy gowns, twittering laughs… Goddess, it made her teeth ache listening to them. Could no one see the man could never be interested in vapid airheads? Those with a little more brain knew he was no fool and window dressing would bore him. He had married a professional soldier and they expected him to fancy a Barbie doll with less brains than the curvaceous plastic original? Someone should take the selection committee to task and teach them how to attract a real man. If he was anything he was certainly that. Men such as he did not play with Barbie dolls. //Ah, the dynamic bombshell with the payload of a healthy intelligence.// The dangerous one. Catalonia they must handle with care. An accomplished hunter herself, trained by Romefeller and belonging entirely to her cousin. Treize Kushrenada had picked his people wisely and it would not do to underestimate one of his chosen. Too many thought Dorothy her grandfather’s creature. Fools. Even now too many underestimated Kushrenada and his plans for the world. Pale hair, silver and white with a dusting of gold. He was dominant within the room and he was not trying to be noticed. Kushrenada had known what he must become; had understood the inevitable and set in place his design to ensure the world moved to maintain peace. //Such cost. He deemed it worth the lives lost, his own the most noteworthy. Not that he would agree. I wonder if he ever feared events would escape his control?// No, to Treize Kushrenada the entire world was his prey. He was like a ghostly cat, even now, playing with the mouse, teasing and testing before the kill. An accomplished hunter, perhaps the greatest the world had produced. There was another they needed to be aware of. The old man, the butler too many underestimated. He knew how to hunt and how to select those who hunted for him in the service of Sanc. Always for the Peacecrafts and Sanc. His loyalty was above question; he would lay down his life in an instant if it would benefit the family. It was rare to find such loyalty in this day. A rare devotion found amidst the oldest of the bloodlines of Europe. Only here had the families existed so long as to have generations of one family serving them. Centuries of history in the families who ruled and in those who ensured they remained in power; isolated pockets of old world ethics struggling to survive. This family would survive. Their oath had been sworn centuries past and remained strong to this day. Betrayal had threatened to make the Peacecraft lineage a footnote to history. It was her place, and that of her Sisters, to ensure such did not repeat. The Peacecrafts were not her prey, but those who sought to prey on them were. End
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