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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: Treize + Noin, Wu Fei + Duo Notes: Challenge 134. Baby Series 3 #174. Takes
place following Purity of Purpose. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Pure Intentions "I confess I never did understand your views on purity." Chang and Maxwell were bent over a computer screen studying floor plans of the palace, plotting out the route that best suited their pursuit of the King. Noin observed from her lofty height, watching Treize peering over their shoulders. She noted Chang shiver slightly and Maxwell looked uncomfortable for a moment, glancing over his shoulder, right through the one time World Sovereign, as though he could feel eyes on him. Neither were fools, both extremely intelligent and open minded, but she doubted the thought would ever cross their minds that they were observed by a couple of ghosts discussing the purity of their intentions. Pure intentions. She could not see purity in anyone, not even the Gundam Pilots. To her purity equated to pristine white, unflawed by the shades of colours produced by life and emotion. No one was pure. Not even the great Treize Khushrenada would convince her that anyone could be pure. Pure was God in his many varied forms and under his many varied names. Pure was certainly not five teenage boys who dealt death and destruction at every turn. They had so much blood on their hands it was a wonder they could pick anything up. But who was she to talk? She had killed, just as they had. Regardless of killing, everyone sinned, and if you sinned you could not be pure. Could you? Children were another matter. They were at least born pure, innocent of sin. That was the closest thing she would ever see as pure in the human race. The innocence of the very young. "You over think things, Lucrezia." "Do I? Perhaps so, but no one will convince me there is such a thing as purity in the human race." "Purity can be found everywhere you look. It is the intense focus of one's intentions. Putting one's belief in what one does is right." "So if the Gundam pilots were pure in your view, what about everyone else? What about us? What about the pilots I trained? What about the soldiers from Oz, the Alliance, White Fang? Barton's rebel faction. What about them? What about Zechs?" "Was he not magnificent? " Lucrezia brought her feet down to the floor and glared icicles at the other shade. She did not even notice when Maxwell and Chang looked about them and edged toward the door, eyes darting everywhere about the room. Their breath frosted in the extreme chill of the air and they looked decidedly wild eyed. "Magnificent? ! He tried to blow up the bloody planet! What is so magnificent about that?" For a long moment the shade studied her and she had the distinct impression she had disappointed him. "I assure you, my dear Lucrezia, if destroying the planet, or mankind's ability to survive on the planet, had been his intentions, Milliardo would have done exactly that."
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