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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: Relena + Heero Notes: Challenge 160. Baby Series 3 #255. Takes place at approximately the same time as Equality and Peace and Difficult Was Not Impossible. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
The Weight Of Destiny //When I look at him I think of being together… forever. Of taking marriage vows, of having children together… of being with him. What does he think when he looks at me?// She could feel his eyes on her, even now as she sat beside her brother. As they had made their way back to the reserved box from the podium she had felt his eyes more than any of the hundreds of eyes that filled the auditorium. Every time he had looked at her she could feel it. Fleeting as those looks had been she had felt them and then he would scan the tiers of watchers, judging their intentions. Prepared to act if there was a need. She had every faith in his abilities to keep her safe. Had they been alone, without back up, she would not have been concerned. She had faith in him. She was never afraid in his company and her faith was sourced in more than her love for him. Heero knew his business, Pagan trusted him-had marked Heero as his future successor. God willing it would be many years before Heero became Hunter, but one day, inevitably, he would carry that title. It was no doubt a silly `female thing' that made her ask the question. Did he think of marriage with her? Did he look at her and think of taking marriage vows with her? In her experience, limited as it was, boys did not think those kind of thoughts. No, now she really had to stop that. None of them were boys anymore. And she was not a silly vapid school girl who was ignorant of the conflicts of politics and of the way of the world in general. She had been the penultimate spoilt little rich girl, imposing her imperious and ignorant will upon everyone around her. Why did she stand today where she did, as a woman of influence and position, when she had been such a fool? She had been nothing more than a tool. A tool to be used in the adept hands of Romefeller. Her grandfather had belonged to the very organisation that had made use of her, though he had been kinder than Dermail and his cronies. But still, that changed nothing. She had been innocent, ignorant of how things really were, and they had made skilful use of her. They had all been used by those who better understood the politics of the times and the people behind the scenes. She, the Gundam pilots… her brother. They had been used and abused by puppeteers who made cruel use of their innocence. She had sworn to herself that she would not become one of those faceless puppeteers, nor would she remain a useless puppet. This resignation of her government appointed position and stepping into the position of Peace Ambassador, a position which originated from Sanc in the distant past, was her escape from being used by the government as a tool. She would be free of party politics, free of their directives, free of their restrictions. //There will always be someone who will be all too willing to make use of me; should I permit it. I have the chance to escape them and to really make a difference. The world is full of people waiting for an opportunity to put their stamp on the world around them. Well, it is my turn. I will put my own stamp on the world where it is needed, not only where a political party permits me to venture.// Her brother was seated beside her, observant to the happenings in the auditorium. Was he nervous about the speech he must give? Was he wishing he could present them with a raised finger and a four letter word, and thereafter remove himself from their presence? //Duo pollution.// She hid the smile behind the fall of her hair as she watched the President giving way to her replacement for him to make his debut speech. Milliardo would not do it, though he might wish he dared, but he, like her, was only too aware of the position he held and the responsibilities that came with it. He had taken vows to protect Sanc as the King and those were sacred vows he took seriously. Neither of them were free to live their own lives. They were the children of the House of Peacecraft, the House of the Moon. With that birthright came responsibilities they could never escape, but despite the weight of destiny they could have some sort of a life beyond simply duty. She could have a life with Heero with the blessing of every religion on the planet. She could marry and have children and no one would deny her that happiness. She had an easier future ahead of her than her brother and the young men who sought to court him. ~ * ~ |
