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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 Notes: Challenge 180. Baby Series 3 #314. Takes place after Report and Observation. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Son of the Dragon Here it was. This was it, the time he had spent months dreading. This was the end of his freedom to choose for himself, and only himself, the course of his days. It had been inevitable and it was here, at his feet. Whether he would permit it to rear up and dominate him, or instead subjugate it beneath his hand and feet… //I will not be its slave. I will be its master.// There was sure to be at least one of the survivors of the Clan who would choose to accept him as Chang. To still be entertaining the hope that all of those who had made this journey to Sanc would turn away was idiocy. The simple truth was that they would not have come this far if they did not intend to stay with him. To accept him. //As they accept me, so must I accept them and all such acceptance entails.// Some of those soon to stand before him would not like what he intended. It would all begin with his opening address to them, and they would not have long to make up their minds. He would not inconvenience Milliardo or his people by procrastinating. Some of them would very likely turn away immediately and seek a return to space, to whatever places they had found for themselves since the destruction had taken their home from them. But some would stay. It would only take one, but he could not see so few taking this step to rebirth, to rejuvenation of an integral part of their individual identities. All he had to do was walk through that door and it would happen. That which was old, ancient in truth, would become renewed. Rejuvenated. Clan identity would be reborn amidst a society that was, in its own right, almost as old. He had learned that Sanc's past history extended more than two thousand years into the past, back when it had not been a Kingdom per se, but a barbarian Clan Chieftain's territory. It would have been so different to the sophistication of China, wild and rugged and basic… brutal, but it would have held its own traditions in as much reverence as his ancient ancestors. There was no longer any time for him to gather together his courage. What he had cobbled together to reach this point in time and place was all that he would have to work with. It would simply have to be enough. He was the Son of the Dragon and he was never without courage. That was the way it must be. Duo watched him, he could feel those eyes, but he was being watched by this friend in a manner than assured him he was not alone, that he was not weak, that he would not fail. Those eyes fed courage and confidence into him and he could not fail. He would not let Duo down. ~ * ~ |
