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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 104. Baby Series 3 #81. Takes
place at the same time as Nine. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Waypoints "The steps in the dance are complicated. Complex, intricate. It is easy to stumble and misstep. It does not mean one is incapable of learning the steps, it simply means one is human. Retribution and revenge, they are merely another phase in the dance. We are born capable of walking; we need to grow strong enough and practise. As we grow older we learn new steps in the dance. And that some dance better than others." "Some of us are born with two left feet." "Indeed, and with time and patience one can learn to waltz in a passably fair manner. To live is to learn the steps of a complex dance, Milliardo." "Please… don't call me that name." "Why not? You are Milliardo Peacecraft for all you are required to wear the name Zechs Marquise. It is a part of the dance we share. Life. Tragedy, comedy, drama, romance… these things are merely waypoints as we circumnavigate the dance floor." "Treize, did anyone ever tell you how strange your outlook on life is?" "Not strange, merely different. Life has a cadence, a rhythm. Many instruments playing many notes become a masterpiece, not always a waltz, not always the marching of a military band. You will find the tinkling of a music box, the beat of a drum, the strains of a violin and the delicate notes of a harpsichord, all interwoven with that noise laughingly referred to as life. There are musical scores that jar as much as they sooth, inspire and chastise; lull you to sleep and in a crescendo demanding your attention." "You have a unique philosophy, Treize." Blue eyes, like gleaming sapphires, laughed and firelight burnished dark red hair. "I was taught by a variety of learned men and women who had experienced the best and worst life has to offer. No matter what life brings us, Milliardo, we must always remember there are more steps to the dance yet to be taken. The dance floor is wide and long and there is time to recover from a misstep and show our strength and grace. That is the strength of the professional; the ability to recover from a misstep with grace and make it appear to be a mere variance on the plodding of others less skilled." "I'll leave the dance floor to you, if you don't mind. You are far more suited to it than I." "My dear Milliardo, from time to time our steps will merge with others and we must negotiate a crowded section of the dance floor, but we eventually emerge from the crush of those who can not guide their steps adequately to avoid congestion. That too is a part of the dance. You were born a prince and your feet are forever bound to the polished boards." Stephen was warm in his arms and he could almost smell the cologne of his friend and lover. Why, in dozing, did that memory above all come to the surface? ~ * ~ |
