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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 Notes: Challenge 95. Baby Series 3 #49. Takes
place a few minutes after Football and Dancing. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
The Deeper Question He almost sighed as a hand surreptitiously moved behind his neck. He could almost snarl he was feeling quite well, thank you, but he would not. They were worried and he was not such a heartless bastard he would snap at them for worrying. He might ignore their overtures for something beyond friendship, but he would not spurn the friendship itself. When had he made friends with the Gundam Pilots? It was all some massive convoluted game he was still learning the rules to. Life. A game in which those who played well came out on top and those who played poorly floundered. Success in this game depended on the individual’s outlook. Every person had their own game to play and to some degree all games overlapped. There were isolated games taking place which affected only a few and grand designs that affected the world. Really, it was all one game. The game of live or die. He had thought to take the final steps in the game on a number of occasions, but through the actions of other players he remained a part of the game. Still a chess piece on the board, only this time he literally was a King. To play as King required one understand the complexities of the rules; to divine the unwritten rules and to ensure those who did not understand the game had some protection from those who understood it all too well. Warm fingers pressed gently at the pulsing artery in his neck, testing his pulse. There was a time when he gave little thought to his life being of importance. He survived the horror of the fall of Sanc to exact vengeance on those who slaughtered the innocent. Vengeance; to become a knight bound to avenge the death of his family and in the doing die. White Fang had been no spur of the moment thing. White Fang had been as destined for him to play as it was destined for his lover to die, all for the Peace. The great prize. Treize had been wrong about that; there was a greater prize than the ability to love and to give one’s life for what you loved. Treize had loved the World and sacrificed himself for the world. Lucrezia had died too, loving him and loving the baby she would birth; dying to see him born. In this complex game of life he had gleaned one question no one had answered to his satisfaction. Life begged the question; no one answered it as he had in the privacy of his mind. Do you love someone, or something, enough to die for them? Treize had. Lucrezia had. Countless others had throughout time. He had been born to be different. His failure to die had permitted him to look beyond that supposedly ultimate price to the deeper question. Where others had died he would live for what he loved. One day someone would live for him. ~ * ~ |
