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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: Wu Fei + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 176. Baby Series 3 #301. Takes
place five days following Colours Deepening. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
The Axe Falls Dark eyes sought the vapour trail of the commercial flight and his skin crawled, making him uncomfortable, threatening to incite a festival of scratching in an attempt to settle an itching that was not physical. "There is time yet." The voice, deep and husky, a velvet rasp to the simple words, quieted his restlessness. He was not physically uncomfortable. It was psychological. He was uneasy with the changes that bound him; though not yet officially. A few hours. Already there was no turning back. "You should have more confidence in yourself." He fought the urge to snap a retort. It was not Milliardo's fault he was a nervous wreck. It was not his friend's fault he could not take his eyes off the sky, restlessly seeking the white streak that marked his doom hours before it was due. "Wu Fei, come and sit. There is time enough. Do not needlessly stress out. You will be exhausted before they arrive and then you will wish you had taken the chance to breathe whilst the air was still free." He hung his head, resisting the urge to raise his hands to hide his face. That was exactly how he felt. Stressed out. That the very air he breathed was insufficient, constrained, tainted by the captivity inexorably stalking him. At this time he was not formally committed, but he would be soon enough. Until he spoke his oath to his people the air he breathed should remain free. He had already determined he would not walk the path set by his predecessors; the clan had resisted change too long. He had his own ideas how events should proceed, but learning there was a surviving Elder had taken the wind out of him. His confidence that he could be The Chang without being `The Chang' as his predecessors had portrayed the position, had taken a beating without a blow being directed at him. Pathetic. "Come and have tea, my friend. The axe falls when it will and clawing ineffectually at fate will make no difference." "I did not believe in fate." "Who amongst us does?" Milliardo sighed. "The Fates; vicious seductive bitch-all three. Too often mistaken for coincidence. Really their prestige is much elevated in the pantheon of mythology." He shuddered. "Unavoidable." "Sometimes portrayed as crones, sometimes as nubile young women, but always the tapestry they weave is at hand. Ancient crones whose fingers are filled with the threads that weave the lives of men." "It is just a convenient play on words." Milliardo inclined his head. "Indeed, yes. If we are indeed fated to rule, then is it not up to us to make the best of the situation and rule as we see best fits our individual style? If we are always bending to the will of others there would be only hunchbacks seated in the tall backed chairs of the world." ~ * ~ |
