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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 + Treize Notes: Challenge 93. Baby Series 3 #43. Takes
place at the same time as Intense Blue. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Melancholy He missed sapphire eyes and the heavy wool jacket that was a mark of rank and position within Romefeller. He missed the man in general. There had never been enough time with Treize and he wondered if there was something beyond death. Treize Khushrenada had possessed a curious outlook on religion. Primarily an atheist, but underlying the man had been his upbringing in a strict Catholic tradition. He had been a source of great consternation to his parents, paying lip service to the traditional beliefs, yet after their deaths Treize had supported the local church and he had insisted on observing Christmas and Easter, always attending services. He had not snickered when Zechs Marquise, the boy who had once been Milliardo Peacecraft, had coldly informed the old priest that if God actually existed massacres would not happen. Milliardo remembered the Duchess had been mortified, but the old priest, who had known who the blonde child was, had let the comment pass and not insisted Milliardo attend Sunday School as Treize had at similar age. The Duchess had not punished him for his audacity and the Duke himself must have been told, though no action was taken against him. Peacecrafts should be good Catholics according to the Priest who had died in the massacre of what had been a fairytale existence. Had not God provided peace and beauty and security and, more importantly, a wealth of love for the young Prince to grow up in? The Priest was gone now, dead. One body amongst so many in a night of blood, flames and terror. It was strange that those who followed the old religion were the ones who survived; and were the only reason the Prince of Sanc survived to become King. He still thought of that time as having lived a dream ending in a nightmare. Treize had promised they would end any chance of it coming again; had promised him they would rebuild Sanc and protect it, never allowing the horror to return again. Treize and his wonderful blue eyes had promised so much. So much that was warped and twisted into this current reality. “I wonder if you would have approved of how the world is progressing? You would certainly handle it better than I am. I’m tired, old friend. Tired of it all.” Tired but determined to see his son, and Treize’s daughter, grew up in a world very different from the one they had grown in. “It is better than it was, but far from what it should be.” It was up to him, as the survivor, to do what was necessary to effect change and provide for their children. If he continued to survive, of course. ”Damn. Who is a melancholy bastard tonight? You’d laugh at me Treize.” The spirit lounging a millimetre above the bed sighed softly. “Laugh? No, Milliardo, I am not laughing. I’d kick your backside, my friend and hold you if I could.” ~ * ~ |
