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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 Notes: Challenge 162. Baby Series 3 #261. Takes place at the same time as Missing Time. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Unseen, Unheard, Unknown Time had passed them by. It did that, inexorably moving forward. They belonged to another time, but for the moment, for the love of him, they lingered on. Why? He could not rightly say, but he could not make himself move on. It felt as though he had unfinished business to attend to. In the past he had sat on a balcony much as his Milliardo now did. He recalled he had leant on the banister railing, a glass of red wine in hand and he had loosed a single drop of the deep red wine from his glass. He had watched it fall into the sweep of the dance and become lost in deep contemplation and he had made some profound judgement. He snorted at the thought, amused. How profound it had seemed at the time, and he was not even sure he recalled what the observation had been, but at the time it had seemed important to his plans. Had it been a vindication? Or perhaps it had been a moment of doubt entertained? No, not doubt. He would never doubt his motives or the outcome of his design. He had been right to push the play and force the world to change. He did not ask for anyone's understanding, or their agreement, or their condemnation. At the time he had done what needed to be done and then stepped off the stage and left it to others; to those best suited to face the changing times. To those who could carry on the changes and best combat the repetition of history. They needed to stop fighting each other. They needed to move forward. To advance toward what promised to be a shining future amidst the stars... If only mankind could control the urge to contest against itself. His time had come and gone. Time now passed him by but it did not, yet, bypass his blonde lover. He was the one regret Treize had about his actions while he had lived. Using the man, loving him and weakening enough to take him and claim him. That single night when it had been just Treize and Zechs had changed so much. There had been no Treize Khushrenada, no Colonel Khushrenada, no General Khushrenada. There had only been Treize, the man. The weak man who had given in to the dream to just once hold the greatest treasure he could ever hope to find. His weakness had made it difficult for Lucrezia to claim him. Zechs, Milliardo, had resisted her for so long... And then she was gone and time passed her by as it did him and time still held their lover in its coils. As it should be. But it was lonely waiting, unseen, unheard... Unknown. ~ * ~ |
