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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: Milliardo Notes: Challenge 69. Baby Series 2 #214. Takes
place just after Sneaking Around.
Restless Warrior Blue eyes snapped open though he made no movement to betray his suddenly wakeful condition. Fine nostrils flared as a slow and carefully paced breath was taken. During the inhale he listened for any hint of what had awoken him, and during the exhale his eyes flashed around the visible area of his bedroom. When neither sight nor sound revealed a threat he rolled, settling on his side and repeated the procedure. Inhale, listen and exhale, look from slitted eyes. Nothing. He was a paranoid bastard but it had kept him alive and he was not about to relax while the hair at the nape of his neck was standing on end. After a moment’s deliberation he decided there was no intruder and slid from the bed, unmindful of his naked state. He stalked about the room, silent and ghostly pale in the darkness, alert. The suite, bedroom, dressing room and bathroom were quiet, and a glance at the clock revealed he had been in bed less than an hour. Typical. The one night he managed to sleep his paranoia drove him out of bed. Entering his dressing room he refrained from turning on the light. He was not about to alert anyone to his presence by giving away his position. He was quick and selective with the clothes he chose. Black shirt and trousers, drawn on quickly, the shirt only half buttoned up his broad chest. He ignored socks, opting to operate with bare feet, cold yes, but silent and he could be sure of his footing. He tucked a sheathed knife in the belt at the small of his back and snapped a second sheathed blade on his belt at his right side. From a cabinet he withdrew a black hat and with deft movements drew his mane of hair into a ponytail, snapping a succession of bands about it at measured lengths. With a long contained cord of pale hair he deftly fed the tail into the hat and set it firmly on his head. A silent circuit of the suite, including the bathroom, where he soundly and silently cursed the freezing marble floor tiles, assured him of his security. He paused beside his bed and considered the com link on the side table for a moment before he chose to take it, securing it quickly and activating the receive function. He adjusted the unit to sweep all wavelengths, wanting to know what was happening if trouble was afoot. “… reports an intruder in the office wing. We have friendlies in that section, people, so mind your aim.” The office wing, he mused, eyes narrowing. Now what would anyone want in there? The offices were used for the paperwork required to run the daily needs of the palace, to plan official engagements and functions months in advance and by the palace liaisons with Parliament. //Interesting.// Hunter would have his hide but for too long he had been Milliardo and Zechs Merquise was restless. End
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