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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 + Lucrezia Notes: Challenge 149. Baby Series 3 #220. Takes place at the same time as History. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Treize "You find the staring match amusing?" The shade's lips twitched into a small curve, the suggestion of a smile that belied the sparkle in sapphire blue eyes. He stood unseen behind Milliardo, hands clasped in the small of his ramrod straight back, feet spread to shoulder width, at `parade rest'. He was amused, indeed the lady was correct, though he doubted she understood what amused him. The Winner had had his eyes opened. His lover had taken that fateful step, warning the younger man without spoken words or any specific action being taken. His Milliardo was growing up and growing into a fine man… as he had known he would. Treize would not permit the longing to take him down into depression… were shades even supposed to feel emotion? Whether the dead who lingered were supposed to or not, he did, but then he had ever been told he was the exception rather than the rule. He saw what others overlooked, he understood what others misinterpreted, and he acted where others shied away. It had meant his death, but it was a price he had willingly paid. Such a small, insignificant thing, the life of one man when it was counted against the countless lives as yet unlived. But no, it would not do to permit pride to soil the truth. It was not one life that paid the price. It was the lives of his soldiers, those who had believed and followed him. It was the lives of the soldiers who had fought in opposition to his design. It was the lives of the civilians caught up in the conflict and who had paid the price, thrust unwillingly free of the mortal coil. It was the lives of countless family members who had survived and who must live with loss and sorrow. It was every ounce of pain, despair and anger, regret and determination, pride and confusion. It was every emotion that could be wrung from a human being that had given birth to this chance for a future beyond petty conflict crafted through the greed of individuals and man's misunderstanding of his fellow man. It was the boundless love and drive men and women of character invested in fighting for something worthwhile… to lay down their lives in sacrifice, for others to survive and continue working to attain the highest of goals. It was a complex combination of emotions incorporating dreams, despair and hate, love and hope. It was so much more than the sum of one man who pulled together a multitude of separate threads to attain a desired goal. Perhaps it was those who survived and kept alive the dream, working tirelessly in the background without revealing their motivation that were the greatest component in the overall design to bring about a reformation of their civilisation and advance the human condition. "I do, my dear Lucrezia. I do indeed. In that stare shared between two men of distinction and character I see hope for the future." ~ * ~ |
