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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: Milliardo + Wu Fei + Duo Notes: Challenge 166. Baby Series 3 #273. Takes place approximately four hours following A Matter Of Skills. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Spontaneous Realignment Being King had advantages. One could apologise and not mean a word of it and no one questioned the King over trivialities. Dinner was a trial, he would have avoided if possible. He felt the need to scream at them all to get out of his sight and let him have some privacy before the main course was served. Childish, but there you had it, but propriety being what it was, one did not do such things. Relena watched him throughout the meal and he wondered how obvious it was that he wished to be elsewhere. He was impeccably polite, careful to keep himself under control and reliant on Maxwell and Chang to keep the conversation flowing. With Relena charming their guests and the former pilots feeding the conversation there were few awkward silences. Thankfully no one mentioned the speech. He lingered only as long as form required before sequestering himself in the sanctuary of his rooms where the ticking of the clock had driven him steadily toward distraction, and he sought the kitchen as soon as the house was decently quiet. Barely two minutes passed before Chang and Maxwell joined him, made their drinks and settled at the table with quiet sighs of content. "When do we return home?" He flicked a glance at Maxwell and savoured the word. Home. This was not as he had imagined his future, but this was what the fates had determined for him, despite all appearances to the contrary. He accepted it and dealt with each day as it came. "Mid-afternoon tomorrow. Pagan is making the arrangements." Chang stared into his green tea, dark eyes hooded, lost in thought. The clock was ticking for Wu Fei, his fated nightmare fast approaching. He did not insult the man by suggesting he run whilst he could, Chang had already passed that point. All he could do was watch and offer what assistance he could. "Despite how we struggle and seek to avoid fate, we inevitably come full circle. We find ourselves where we started and in this case I will be very glad to find myself home. When Sanc fell I knew nothing would be the same again and I would never be King… yet here I am, wearing the crown of my father. After everything I have done, I am exactly where my birth dictated I be." "No such thing as fate." Duo stretched. "Just a spontaneous realignment of circumstances that looks similar to ones in the past." "Also known as fate," Milliardo returned. "By some people." "I never wanted to be The Chang." His voice was low, shadowed. Calm. "Do you think I actually wanted to be King?" "I told you, guys. Sometimes life just dumps on us and we get to shovel shit. Now that is what you could call fate. We all have to shit." "Eloquent, Duo," Wu Fei sighed. "But true," Milliardo murmured. ~ * ~ |
