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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: Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 59. Baby Series 2 #171. Takes
place shortly after A Mother’s Fears.
Honourable Fool //Honourable fool. I have honour but what I shall gain does not compare to what I must lose, therefore I am a fool.// People dreamed of gaining position and prestige, giving no thought to the responsibilities inherent in such power; all he could think of were the responsibilities. //It is not fair to my people to weigh their gains against my losses. I am only human and I too feel the need to wallow in self-pity.// He held himself to a high standard. Responsibility for the clan had been ingrained into him by the Masters who had trained him. He did not, to this day, understand their reasoning. All their talk of honour and the future of the clan and they blew up the colony. Such was the action of men with no hope. Dire as circumstances had been there was no cause to murder so many. //I am not a dutiful son, I did not obey the elders without question. Even now I bemoan the needs of my people.// His desires were more humble than ruling his clan, though how humble could it be to consider oneself worthy of a King? A true King who gave hope to his people. So many watched with wary eyes, uncertain if Milliardo was a blessing or curse to them, but he ignored their hesitation - their fears. He had a design for the future, a hope to bring new prosperity. Milliardo did not scowl and curse their mistrust and caution. He strode on, aware of the threat, of the hesitation. Aware of the eyes of the world, not merely his own people. He weathered the storm and continued on. What finer example of courage could there be? Dark eyes slid over the guests. Quatre and Trowa engaged in conversation with the Germanic Ambassador, Heero with Pagan, Relena with her mother by the window as they took the opportunity to rest. Sweeping the disturbingly familiar figure of Dorothy Catalonia around the dance floor, chestnut braid caressing his butt with each movement, Duo looked cool and confident. He appeared undisturbed by his poor past and being amidst the richest and most influential people in the world. Another example of one who walked his own path. Were Duo female he would be a fine catch for any male suitor. He had the brightest smile in the room, the personality to win over anyone and would make the perfect Queen. Maxwell had shown him what it was to have courage. He ignored the circumstances of birth, going on to make a better life. An example he needed to emulate. They were quite a pair, Milliardo Peacecraft and Duo Maxwell. Men who grasped at hope and refused to let go, who were willing to take steps others trembled in fear of taking. He could survive this step with them as friends. He clung to the hope of finding something worthwhile even as he despaired of having a life of his own. End
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