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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: Milliardo + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 118. Baby Series 3 #122. Takes
place shortly after Snow and Stones. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Bleed For You "I always think of winter as a hungry time. A time of need." The man's scent lingered in the frigid air, blended with the smell of snow and the smell of the heavy woollen great coat that protected him from the intense cold. Wu Fei, greatly daring in this vulnerable moment when Milliardo permitted physical contact as he so rarely did, rested his cheek against the broad back, drinking in the scent as a starving man would gulp hot soup. "It is a lean time. A time of testing." "I did not know this season until I came to Earth. Our colony did not have weather simulation, for which I personally was thankful." Wu Fei listened intently to the silence, alert for any hint of danger. "It is very beautiful and harsh. Truly a time of testing survival." The security guards were watching, he knew that, but he did not fear them; his concern was for other eyes and ears. He would not have the media splash this moment of vulnerability over the airwaves and there were always people willing to sell information to the media. "I remember the sounds of that night; the roar of the flames. I'll never forget that sound… or the insatiable hunger as the flames devoured everything in their path. Even the snow. It hissed, like someone hissing in pain… the snow screamed as it died, not even reaching the ground. The heat from the fire killed it in mid air." Wu Fei drew a deeper, ragged breath. Under his hands he could feel the tension. Milliardo was rigid; a sheet of four inch thick steel would have been more flexible, and he instinctively tightened his arms. He had to remind the man with touch more than words, that he was not alone. "You would not think that snow could scream, would you? But it did. Like they screamed as they died." "What happened is not something anyone would expect you to forget." "They expect me to ignore it; to go on living in sight of this ruin day after day and ignore what happened here. I can't, Wu Fei. I won't ever forget." "I would think the less of you if you did." It was probably the worst thing he could say, but he was uncertain of what he should say, or do, to make a difference. "I wish I could." The low whisper was almost lost in the muffling snow, but Wu Fei heard it and pressed his forehead into the broad back, between the shoulder blades and pressed a kiss to the heavy coat. What could he say? What could he say to make it bearable if not better? Nothing would ever make it better. "I will be here for you. No matter what, think
of me and my arms around you as we stand here. Remember my touch and
that I bleed for you as you bleed for those who died. For those who
lost it all." ~ * ~ |
