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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 + Wu Fei Notes: Challenge 99. Baby Series 3 #64. Takes
place a few hours following Rabid Dog. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Cats Or Dogs It was an area of the palace Wu Fei had not visited before and he looked about him with interest. Milliardo and the Hunt Master were deep in conversation, something about a horse, he believed, which seemed odd as they were in the centre of the extensive kennel complex. Hounds raced excitedly about their pens, pushing their noses through the wire and long pink tongues slobbered drool as they begged for attention. He had never had a dog. Such pets were not permitted on the colony he had called home, something to do with hygiene, he believed. A pen of half grown pups appeared to be a favourite haunt for a group of youngsters, children whose parents attended to the animals and worked in the palace he assumed. They laughed and played with the young dogs, clearly having the time of their lives and Wu Fei felt a sense of loss that took him by surprise. He felt as though he had missed something important; something vital. “Wu Fei?” Milliardo was watching, the hint of a smile curving his lips. “Ready to return to the palace?” “Not quite yet.” Milliardo moved to the pen where the children and puppies played and, after a pause in the game caused by momentary uncertainly from the children at being under the scrutiny of the King, the game was renewed when Milliardo smiled. “I loved coming to the kennels. To my mother’s horror father permitted me to play with the pups. She complained I smelt like the kennels when we returned.” “Your mother did not like dogs?” Milliardo did not often speak of his childhood and when he did it was rarely with fondness. This was something new, different, in that there were no undertones of bitterness or sorrow at having lost so much. “Mother did not dislike dogs, she merely preferred cats. Her idea of a dog was what my father called ‘toys with attitude’. He preferred working dogs; the hunt hounds and German Shepherds.” “And you?” “Neither cats nor dogs bother me, though I know one particular kitten who is walking a fine line. Nelson ‘played’ with Stephen this morning. I recall Mother had one cat who used to leap at me every chance she had. I hated that cat.” Wu Fei grinned at the expression he was treated to. “You miss the cat.” “Good heavens, yes. She put perspective in my life, letting me know that, though I was the Prince, I was better than the other toys she had found to play with.” “Perspective indeed.” “I suppose Helen would not permit me to bring Stephen to the kennels and I guess he is a little young. I will humour her and allow another year or so and then bring him. I believe he will enjoy playing with the pups. “ “Would he not be a little rough with them?” Wu Fei queried. “If so, they will put him in his place very quickly.” ~ * ~ |
