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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 40. Baby Series 2 #88. Takes
place at the same time as Spirit Talk.
His Spirit Through a gap in the dancers he could see the woman in the King's arms. It was enough to boil his temper and crush his spirit. Women fawned all over Milliardo Peacecraft and no one commented but should he dare to touch the hue and cry would be heard throughout the country. Barton was watching but for the moment was blessedly silent. He had had enough of Trowa’s voice and would not complain if he never heard another word spoken by him. //I need to return to my duties. I am hiding and I cannot hide all evening. I have resorted to hiding behind temper as I did when I piloted Nataku. That will not do.// She would be disgusted with him. Her temper would have smouldered the very air, her emotions fired by an indomitable spirit. She had been exceptional, his wife, and before he could appreciate her she had been lost to him. //Why am I drawn to those who have fire in their souls? Whether you go by the name of Zechs, Wind or Milliardo I cannot deny the fire in you. It draws me to you like a moth to flame. Can I hate Duo for seeing it and responding as I do?// Dorothy Catalonia made him laugh. It was a genuine laugh, his eyes sparked with sudden warmth and there was a softening in him, there so fleetingly before he sobered and the waltz swept them away. The dancers shifted, the spectators circulated, little islands of gossipmongers moving from one group to another. Maxwell was on the dance floor, his partner a brunette with a rather plain face but a surprisingly warm and genuine smile. She appeared to be enjoying herself. //He is interested in Milliardo and… me.// He had acknowledged the source of his temper. Progress. Who knew what Milliardo thought of his abandoning his duties ? It would be ammunition for those who considered him unsuitable for his position. It was disgraceful behaviour for one of his station. //The Elders would have punished me for abandoning my duties but they are no longer here. Why did they kill so many of my cousins? We were all related on some level and it is true the colony had seen better days but was there truly a need for such destruction?// No excuse to his mind could give meaning to so many deaths. Old and young, they had died. Barton had made a point, there were others amid the colonies who had survived and like himself sought to find a niche in life. His place he had found not as the liaison between the King and Parliament but in being close and silently loving the man. His spirit was fire and ice, wild winter tempest and gentle spring zephyr. He was a whispered word spoken beneath moonlight and a thundering cacophony at the quietest dawning. //Could I be everything such a man needs? I would certainly try to be, but… // End
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