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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 #315. Takes place immediately after Son of the Dragon. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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I Am Chang He really was not taking this step in solitude. Nor was it Duo alone who supported him. Milliardo might not be present at the terminal, but he too would be thinking of him…of what lay ahead for the Clan and for Sanc; but mostly the King would be thinking of him. Considering the changes that must be fostered with his elevated position, and how best to assist him in accepting those changes. Milliardo knew and understood his emotions, especially his fear. Where no other person in Sanc, possibly in the wide reaches of the ESUN, could understand the trembling of the ground beneath his feet, Milliardo Peacecraft could. Milliardo had stood where he now stood, perched on the edge, standing on the threshold of taking something failing, something ancient and gasping in its final breaths, and having to remake it into something new and wonderful… and living, growing. It would be harder for them to spend time together. Duo, Milliardo… It would be difficult to advance their relationships beyond friendship into something he had begun to think might suit him very well indeed. But time inevitably advanced, it never retreated or rewound. Time was a cruel and harsh task master who knew no mercy. He could no longer spend his free time imagining what it would be like to have them with him as more than friends. Them. Milliardo and Duo. There would be little if any free time initially, the formation of this rebirth of Clan and the integration to the ways of Sanc would demand his time, but there would be time. He must have patience. He was not forsaking his duty to Sanc after all. He simply had to be content in knowing that the King he had sworn fealty to, and the friend who had supported him and would continue to support him as he took each step forward, would be there for him to lean on. He was not alone. It was not just those two who meant the most to him who supported him. Quatre and Trowa were there, though some days he could happily plant his fist in that interfering blonde's face. Quatre would be convinced he would cease his pursuit of Milliardo, and Duo too, given the demands of his position. Well, he would not. Opportunities for them to work on a more personal relationship would be rare, he could not deny that simple truth, but he had allies who could and would go up against the interfering but well meaning blonde on his, their, behalf. There was Pagan who had told him Milliardo needed them. Them, he and Duo both. Pagan was no fool and he was dedicated to the preservation and prosperity of the rejuvenating kingdom beneath the hand of Milliardo Peacecraft. Pagan had preferred Milliardo to Relena and gone out of his way to install Milliardo on the throne. He would not chance the stability of Sanc and had said that Sanc would benefit from their relationship being something more than friendship. Pagan was not one to be ignored. If Pagan thought it could work, who was he to argue? But there was Relena who seemed to think it wonderful for her brother to have multiple relations with two individuals of the same sex, even as she immersed herself into forming a relationship with Yuy. And Yuy himself did not appear to object. One of these days he would need to corner Heero and find out his opinion on the matter. One day, but certainly not one day soon. //Even now I cling to something I know those who will look to me as the Chang will refuse to acknowledge. How long will it be before it is `suggested' that I take a bride? It will come. Milliardo has faced the meat parade once and no doubt will again. How long will it be before they push for an heir to be conceived and a continuation of the Clan bloodline be assured? That too will come. Dare I really believe I can defy convention to… No. No, this is not good enough. Enough is enough. I have had time enough to entertain doubts and fears and get over them. Time enough to wail and bemoan Fate being other than what I desire to lie ahead of me. It is no longer… There is no time to exercise such weakness, only time to firm my resolve, suck up my guts and move.// He was aware of Duo shadowing him, of his right shoulder being just behind his own left. Half a stride behind him. Those in his entourage moved forward as he did, stepping firmly, confidently toward that fateful door now swinging open at the hand of an attendant. He strode through the open space, head up, back straight, aware of the eyes centred on him. So many eyes focus on him to the exclusion of all else. How did Milliardo appear so un-phased by such attention? He too must go beyond being concerned about what others thought and focus on what was important. It was time to move forward into the future, to grasp what was good from the past, discarding what he considered to be old failure, and stride forward with the best in hand and the will to use the best to rejuvenate a bloodline, the history of a people, and a future. Three measured strides in through the doors… Milliardo strode, not took mincing steps to betray uncertainty and fear… and he stopped, dark eyes like chips of obsidian moving over those gathered. As they studied him so he studied them, but he reminded himself never to find them lacking nor must he worry that they might find him lacking. It was not his role as their leader to find them deficient, but to assert his authority and with that assertion to inform them that in his hands they were safe. "I am Chang. I am the past of the Clan. I am the present and I am the Clan that is reborn into a new incarnation. That which was destroyed is gone and will remain as dust. The past is a lesson to the present, an opening to the future; that which now exists only to be rejuvenated. Those who wish to be rejuvenated will thrive within a new world and will not be cast aside. I am Chang. I endure. I stride forward. I am Chang. Are you?" ~ * ~ |
