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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 + Heero Notes: Challenge 167. Baby Series 3 #276. Takes place immediately following What Context?. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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The Language of Hnn Milliardo almost snorted in amusement. Almost. The one and two word responses were clearly frustrating the other two, even though they had to be accustomed to Yuy's painful lack of language skills. Chang's fingers tightened on his mug until the knuckles whitened. "She must have said something more." "No." Ah, at least it was not the expected `hn'. Milliardo studied his empty cup and considered the idea of a refill, but he might miss some subtle nuance of Yuy's body language and that would mean he might miss translate the next `hn'. No a refill would simply have to wait in the interests of entertainment. "There must have been something else." Maxwell absently began to pull at the end of his braid, still grinning in what Milliardo considered a `not quite sane' manner. The younger man usually managed to glean far more enjoyment out of life than anyone else the King had ever known, and in the military you came across all sorts of personalities. Sometimes Maxwell could be down right scary. "Hn." That was a no, definite, no doubt about it. Interesting. He had no idea what was going on and unless they could get Yuy to look at abstracts he doubted they would get the context of what had happened even should they keep on at him for the remainder of the night. That would make the night go faster, but it would do nothing to further the courtship of his sister. "Where were you dancing?" Yuy's eyes flicked to Milliardo and he looked almost surprised. "Balcony." "You were having a quiet moment, alone, dancing with Relena on the balcony," a quick process of elimination given the weather and the exposure to the ever lurking press. "of her bedroom…?" "Hnn." Was that just a flicker of unease…? Yes, probably. Yuy was not an idiot and he was talking to her brother after all; a brother who had warned him to observe propriety and not sully her good name. What possessed them to use the balcony, it was neither the most private of places… nor the warmest in this season? He could remember waltzing with his Noin on the balcony of their old Tuscan house, before they had moved into the new house… before they had learned she was pregnant. A private moment, their bodies close, just the two of them, and the strains of the music filling the quite Italian night. The moon, each other and their song held them spellbound. Ah. Enlightenment was a wonderful thing. "What was the music playing that you were dancing to?" Maxwell grunted softly, leaning back in his seat and Chang nodded slowly, sitting up straighter, both understanding as he understood. They watched Yuy intently. "No idea." Chang deflated an inch or three and Maxwell snorted liquid up his nose and spent intent seconds trying to clear his nasal passages. "Have you danced to that particular piece of music before, or spent any `together' time with that particular music playing in the background?" he pressed. Blink. "Hnn?" Ah, Yuy could even question with that universal grunt of his? Amazing… and the boy had no idea! He was doomed. Utterly doomed in this courtship if he got no help. Was there a decent `Romance for Dummies' out there somewhere? Or maybe a course, `Romance 101' he could send the man to? "Heero, I would seriously suggest you find out what that particular piece of music is called. I also suggest you secure a copy of it for future reference and use, because I venture to guess that Relena has attached a certain `significance' to it. If you value your hide when it comes to dealing with women, it does not pay to ever forget what she has designated to be `Your' song." Blink. Blink. "Shimata!" "Exactly." End ~ * ~ |
