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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 #300. Takes place approximately 8 hours following Her Blue Eyes. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Colours Deepening He had thought, feared, that they would not escape the city ahead of time and return home as he had desired. The arrival of the Marquis had been unforeseen and had delayed preparations for their departure though, as it turned out, the delay had proven to be minor. Blessings on his sister for her timely return. He tilted his head to gaze out of the window into the unending sea of azure. It was very blue out there as they relaxed in air conditioned luxury and he considered the implications of the week. To his shame he had almost chickened out and refused at the last minute to trust himself to the foibles of international politics. There were so many people who had reasons to see him dead, but he had, against all expectations on his part, survived the ordeal. Not only had he survived it but he had not made a fool of himself on the international stage and he had not been an embarrassment to Sanc. It had gone much better than he had ever expected it could. Treize had often said he over thought things and worked himself up over nothing. Such a deep and tranquil blue. The colour would deepen soon enough as they followed the sun westward… in fact it was starting now. The blue was deepening, darkening from the clear pristine azure that captivated him, becoming a darker shade, more like the sapphire of his lover's eyes. His dead lover. There were some days, knowing the shade of the man lingered near him, where he had a hard time remembering Treize was dead. He was on the plane, never more than an arms reach away from him, and sometimes it was all he could do not to reach out for him and have everyone think he was ready for that long delayed trip to the funny farm. //Enough of that line of thought.// It was dangerous to think such things, because his eyes automatically tracked to where he could sense that subtle temperature difference that marked his lover's presence. Well and truly enough. It would be dark by the time they landed near New Port City and whilst they returned early there would be no rest day for them. His staff would be arranging his schedule and be hard at work making appointments to fill his days. There was a lot to do, that was true, and some would say this sojourn from Sanc's protection could be considered a holiday. It had been anything but restful for him. He was still shaking from fronting the Council and probably would continue to shake for another day or two every time he thought of standing before them and ignoring every glaring eye with a killing desire that had focused on him. Pleasant thoughts. He needed to concentrate on more pleasant things… like Stephen. What had his cherub been up to whilst he had been gone? Not that a Prince could get up to much mischief with the constant attendance danced on him, but he recalled having his moments when he was young. Stephen was a Peacecraft and his son, and surely he would not be so easy to control? And there was the arrival of the Chang clan nearing. Less than a week now to that momentous occasion and he needed to be there to support Wu Fei through the trial of meeting the survivors. He wanted to be there, understanding as others could not how difficult it would surely be, though he supposed in truth the man would not need him. Chang was strong and could stand on his own two feet, and there was Duo standing at his shoulder most times for him to lean on. Duo would be there for him, but still… he wanted to be there. The sky was sapphire now instead of azure. It seemed night was falling quickly, the colours deepening with the changing light, a demonstration of how nothing stayed the same. Nothing. Some changes were more subtle than others, other changes more dynamic and obvious. Regardless of the speed or intensity it was an undeniable fact that change was needed to advance in life and it was up to the individual to adapt with it or become as extinct as the dinosaurs. So far the House of Peacecraft had, against all the odds, survived. It was their watch now, their turn to act as guard stones to the bloodlines and their people. The House and the people who were Sanc would continue and he and his sister would not fail them. ~ * ~ |
