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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 Notes: Challenge 175. Baby Series 3 #299. Takes place immediately following Political Circles. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Her Blue Eyes Rescue in the form of azure eyes and a tray of sweetmeats… ah, the shame of it all, but he would not look a gift horse in the mouth. His sister's interruption had effectively shut his grandfather up, confirming his suspicion the Marquis did not particularly wish Relena to know why he attended them that day. Ah, candied raspberries; just the right amount of sweetness with the sharp flavour of the fruit. He could bless her delightful blonde head for this tray of goodies… and copious quantities of it too. She was looking particularly fetching and Yuy, to his amusement, was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her. He really must arrange some courtly lessons for the young man as soon as they returned to Sanc. Ah, now that was a look guarded from Relena but he had been studying the Marquis and he caught it, fleeting as it was. For all the old man's apparent geniality he was `old school' and he would not be approving of the love match Relena sought. She had set her baby blues on Yuy… heaven knew why, personally he found the man to be… erm… stilted? But that was neither here nor there, given all the boy needed was training in the appropriately acceptable social forms. He had nothing against Yuy personally. Yes, they had been enemies; they had fought and tested each others strengths and weaknesses and they had eventually come to an understanding. That day, on Libra, when he had spoken to both Heero and Relena and offered Heero a place, a part, in what he was doing… Heero had understood what he intended and though he had refused Milliardo knew there was no real enmity between them. No enmity, just understanding of the desperation of the times and the determination to bring it all to fruition. He gave less care to the formal niceties of the aristocracy than others of their social class, but many others would not be so forgiving. He wanted to see her blue eyes shine with happiness and he was well aware what some people might see as infatuation was, in truth, much more. He had no objections to Relena's desire and was willing to assist them. He who had known what it was to love twice, and lose on both occasions, was not one to stand in the way of what he recognised lay between the two. Good luck to them and, if necessary, he would stand before them as a guard stone against their peers, giving them every encouragement to ignore the objections of others. After all, one did not know how long one had in this life and one should love whilst one could. He was fortunate to have found love twice. What more could one ask for? To look into obsidian eyes as Yuy looked into azure? To gaze into eyes somewhere between azure and purple, making them unique? Ah, now that was greed. ~ * ~ |
