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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG 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 165. Baby Series 3 #268. Takes place approximately 16 hours following Royal Watching. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Inescapable "In this world now, as in the past, the line denoting hero from villain is a thin one." The setting sun turned the winterscape of the large garden to white tipped with gold, the shadows darkening to midnight blue. He could still see the sea of bodies, the assembly hall packed to the rafters. He had trembled in fear for the duration of the speech, convinced security was useless against the horde who wanted the man dead. Elected representatives, their aids, members of the press, guests invited for the occasion… there had been two thousand five hundred and seventy four people in that hall to witness the twenty minute address. Had he breathed during that time? Had his fingers once lost their grip on the semi automatic Pagan had pressed into his hand as they had entered the hall? Had his eyes once looked at the blonde and away from scanning that sea of faces, seeking the one person who would make the move to kill the King? How many of them had intended, when they left their respective homes and hotel rooms, to eradicate the embarrassment that was the King of Sanc? How many of them had devised a means of circumventing the security precautions? How many of them had intended to murder the man and had, for reasons unknown to him, stayed their hands? "History reveals the results of actions taken in haste almost immediately, but action that is thought out meticulously is not so immediately revealed to even the keenest observer. Actions taken in such a manner may not be revealed for what it is intended to cultivate for the passage of generations." Spellbound. The deep voice with the velvet rasp that was no flaw but an enhancement to every word that passed through his lips had captivated them. He held them in thrall and compelled them to listen. Wu Fei pressed the heel of his hands to his eyes, blocking out the deepening shadows, the fading light, the last lingering traces of golden sunset. He could hear Milliardo still, his voice filling the hall, speaking of perspectives, never once faltering, warm velvet talking of the strength required to maintain peace and the prosperity peace could bring. Not once in his address did Milliardo Peacecraft apologise. Not once did he bow his head and give himself over to despair. Not once did he say he was wrong or right. Not once. Certain passages of the speech would forever burn in his memory, reminding him of the duties that bound him in unbreakable chains of hereditary. Milliardo's chains had locked about him, holding him firmly to the throne, directing him to take up a position even Wu Fei himself would have said was lost to him forever after actions taken during the war. But Milliardo sat the throne, despite the not so distant past and in a week, a meagre few days, his own chains would tighten and bind him to his fate. "Inescapable."
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