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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: Heero + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 181. Baby Series 3 #318. Takes
place at the same time as A Gesture of Respect. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Inanities Heero had learned a long time ago that for him communicating with people came with difficulty. By nature he was rather taciturn, preferring to stay in the background, watching and listening. He was good at observing, but words… Words confused and distressed him. Words had not been required of him. His training had not required much in the way of input from him, but much in the way of obedience. It had not been required for him to make observations about the weather, or to wonder if others were feeling `well'. Small talk was beyond him. He was struggling with his lessons with the Dowager Duchess, but she seemed to relish the challenge of making him `serviceable' in this higher end of society. Anastasia had not demeaned him for his past and his lack of social skills. No, he had social skills, his problem was an inability to communicate in a genteel fashion. Certain standards were expected of those who walked in the halls of power. The political and social elite had this curious custom… speaking polite `nothingness' was about the closest he could come to describing it. Inanities ruled their speech much of the time, but if you knew what to look and listen for, you could read more into nonsensical politeness than others would be comfortable with. It was this skill that the Duchess was working on. Sharpening his ability to read body language and educating him on how to react in a non physically threatening manner. He had no idea sometimes that his facial expression could subtly shift from his usual default `blank' to something that frightened the weaker kneed members of the social elite. She claimed he had good instincts and that with training he would be a dynamo in the circles he would be expected to circulate in should he indeed win the hand of his princess. Curiously he had never yet found himself wondering if winning Relena for himself was worth the hassles he endured. "Heero?" Blue eyes flashed up to take in the tall, dark figure in the wide brimmed hat who stood beside the door. Those eyes flashed back to the screens lining the wall and console before him and he dragged his mind away from the unimportant to the task at hand. Her lessons in body language would be an advantage in this situation. "What do you think?" He knew Milliardo had his eyes on the screens showing the reception room and the gathering of the Chang Clan. The man was prepared to depart, but he was still attentive to the reception. Heero grunted softly as he studied the group, catching nothing out of the ordinary that might prove a threat. What he did see rather surprised him. He had not expected so many to acknowledge his friend so early. "I am not of a mind to trust the Elder. He is very hard to read." "Comes of long practise in the art of disguising his emotions." ~ * ~ |
