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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: Duo + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 161. Baby Series 3 #256. Takes place approximately 10 hours after The Weight of Destiny. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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The Motley Fool Contrary to what certain people thought, he was not a fool. He did like to laugh, to enjoy life to the full, but he was not `a' fool. Some people had called him a Jester and he liked a good joke, that was true, but he was far from a Jester. That was a serious job, just as serious as his work as a structural engineer, though in this modern day and age there was no place for a professional Jester. The King's court was the right place to find one, but you would fail in the modern world. Certainly he would not have liked the job, then or now, as it was by far too serious a business for him. It was the job of the Fool, the Jester of the Court, to be charged with the grave duty of lightening the heart of the King. Keep the King happy, entertain him and the court of nobles surrounding him and keep eyes and ears open to the interactions of the court. Such was the Jester's job description. The motley fool. The medieval professional entertainer. Every court had to have one, and an apprentice or three, he supposed. Make jokes, perform acrobatics, breathe fire, mock the King's enemies… No, he was not the Jester, and he was not inclined to do much laughing lately over those who professed to be his betters. He heard the whispers when people thought he was not around, but Duo Maxwell was no fool. He could sneak better than the best of them, even though it had been years since he was in the war. He had not lost his skills and he knew how to pass unseen. The music from the ballroom was softer in this darkened hall and his feet were silent on the hall runner. He was careful to keep to the carpet to soften the faintest of sounds as he strode through the manor. He had only a limited time before he had to be back in the ballroom and take his place on the dance floor, but for now he had an assignation to keep. It had taken a bit of managing on his part but he had done it. He had arranged for there to be a ten minute interval when neither he nor Chang would be required. Their positions as bodyguards to Milliardo were covered but they could not return late. He would not leave the man for long, just long enough to make his point. "Duo?" The door swung open and Chang turned from the fire, a folded piece of paper in one hand and a frown marring his handsome face. "Is this some kind of stupid jest?" He held the note up between forefinger and thumb. "Not at all. We have two minutes and ten seconds to canoodle in front of the fire in a romantic way before we get our butts back to Sexy. Time starts now." Duo pounced. ~ * ~ |
