A few things first. For starters I admit to having only watched a few episodes of GW, so if I get a few things wrong I'm sorry. Second, this peice doesn't actually fit anywhere into the actual story line, Zechs and Noin I guess their in some sort of military faction, couldn't tell you which one, just take it in stride please. Second, this is only my second fic, so please review…please…please…please.
One thought echoed strong in the head of Miliardo Peacecraft, aka Zechs Marquise, aka Wind, aka the Lightning Count, aka any number of other things not so well known, as he sat, watching the festivities of the first day of his 'protection program' and that one thought was "I should have taken my chances with the assassin."
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Three days previous:
"Well sir, all we can say is that this guy is good." Millardo listened with half an ear while a young soldier brought him up to speed about the earlier attempt on his life. "He's actually been following you for quite some time, this is just the closest he's ever gotten. We've always managed to stop him before he got too close."
"So you knew he was following me for 'quite some time'?" The soldier swallowed nervously.
Gulp. "Yes sir."
"Define 'quite some time' for me, will you?" All of this was said with a surprisingly mellow voice, given the circumstances. This only made the soldier more nervous, he knew all two well the type. They didn't bark much, but they had one hell of a bite. This was usually the case with Milliardo Peacecraft, as was the name he was currently sporting, but in this particular circumstance Milliardo was as mellow as a kitten. The would-be assassin had missed his mark by a couple of inches, nailing him a good one in the shoulder. That had been two days ago, and for the moment Milliardo Peacecraft was higher than Epyon had ever taken him, thanks to extra strength painkillers and a few other wonder-drugs. He just hid his intoxication surprisingly well, hence the soldiers' nervousness.
"Well, sir, uh, about four months. But, we were sure we had gotten rid of him two months ago, he just showed up again." The soldier took a deep breath, stood up strait, and prepared for the onslaught.
"Oh," said the drugged noble. He had already lost quite a bit of interest in this conversation as he had just noticed how splendidly red his robe was. He watched with avid interest as when he turned his arm, the light reflected off the fabric in different patterns. It was by far one of the most incredible things he had ever seen in his life…second only to that flashlight he'd found a few hours ago. Speaking of that, where was it?
He started to rummage around in his robe and around his seat making the soldier suck in air out of fear. The sound caught Milliardo's attention, and he looked up quickly, surprised to see the soldier there. "Who is he?" he asked himself of the soldier.
"Nobody knows his identity sir, but he's well trained and good with technology." The soldier answered, thinking he was asking about the assassin.
"Oh, okay." Miliardo went back to rummaging, though he had already forgot what he was looking for, so he turned his attention back to the soldier.
"Um, Captain Orson has come up with some counter measures, I'll just page him real quick and he can explain them to you." The soldier quickly reached into a pocket, pulled out a device, punched in a few numbers and slid it back into his pocket. He then stood at uncomfortable attention as he waited for the Captain. Not a word passed between the two of them and Milliardo continued to stare at the young soldier, in what the younger thought was a death-gaze, but was actually absolute fascination in the shiny buttons on his shirt.
A short time later Caption Orson came in followed by Noin. The soldier was dismissed, and the two new arrivals looked with amusement at the Sank Kingdom prince. Milliardo for his part, was staring at Noin. "Lucrecia," he said.
"Yes?" She was surprised to hear him use her first name.
"Lucrecia, you're hair…its so…deep. Like, I could fall into it and never stop falling, its like space…wow."
"Umm, thank you Ze- ur, Milliardo." She looked over to the Captain who was stifling a laugh as Noin now found herself batting away Miliardo's hands as he reached out to touch her hair. Had they been alone, she probably wouldn't have been so anxious to keep him off, but given the Captains presence, it was better she kept an air of annoyance.
"Ah, still good and drugged, are we Milliardo?" Said the captain. "Perfect. Anyway, Noin and I here to tell you about the counter measure we've come up with. Actually we came up with quite a few, but everybody agreed on this one."
Now it was Noin's turn to stifle a laugh, yes, admittedly she had been one of the strong supporters of this plan. Milliardo didn't notice her laugh, he was trying to decide whether or not he out to tell the Captain about the little tiny man crawling around on his head, which on closer examination, Milliardo realized it was actually a little tiny Heero, Spandex and all. Wow.
The Captain continued. "What we have come up with, is a protection plan that hides you away where the assassin would never think to look, while we search for him." Miliardo nodded, but mostly because the little Heero was about to start ripping out the already balding Captain's hair, and had looked to Milliardo for permission to do so.
"Anyway, we have decided the key place to send you, where you would be completely safe, it to school."
Miliardo raised an eyebrow. "Military school?"
"Uh, no, we were thinking more high school."
"Cool." Noin believed she had never heard that word come out of that mans mouth before in her life
"So we've picked the perfect school for you to go, it's a small privet school near the coast, called Northern Academy. You would enroll as a normal student, take classes, and not even the teachers would know your true identity."
"Cool," Milliardo repeated.
"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. We just have some papers for you to sign that say when you're off the drugs and you have realized what you've gotten yourself into, you can't bail out." Noin handed him a few pieces of paper and a pen, and had to back away quickly as he had attempted to get her hair again, only this time it was for a different reason, because a little tiny Duo was crawling around on her head, and somehow he just didn't like the idea of Duo in Noin's hair. He was relieved to see, that, out of fear or whatever, the little Duo had jumped from her head to the Captain's, and now he and Heero, were, umm, well…surely they weren't doing THAT, but, by the looks of it…. He figured he out to give them some privacy and looked down at the papers he was now holding. He saw the line that said signature and signed, then handed it back to the Captain, relieved to see that the two little Gundam pilots had moved on to someplace a little less noticeable.
Had Milliardo been a little more with it, he might have taken time to actually read that contract he'd just signed. He might also have noticed the full name of Northern Academy. 'Northern Academy for Girls'.
And so, in one drug infected afternoon, Miliardo Peacecraft, owner already of countless identities created yet another one. Millie Peace, high school girl.
One thought echoed strong in the head of Miliardo Peacecraft, aka Zechs Marquise, aka Wind, aka the Lightning Count, aka any number of other things not so well known, as he sat, watching the festivities of the first day of his 'protection program' and that one thought was "I should have taken my chances with the assassin."
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Three days previous:
"Well sir, all we can say is that this guy is good." Millardo listened with half an ear while a young soldier brought him up to speed about the earlier attempt on his life. "He's actually been following you for quite some time, this is just the closest he's ever gotten. We've always managed to stop him before he got too close."
"So you knew he was following me for 'quite some time'?" The soldier swallowed nervously.
Gulp. "Yes sir."
"Define 'quite some time' for me, will you?" All of this was said with a surprisingly mellow voice, given the circumstances. This only made the soldier more nervous, he knew all two well the type. They didn't bark much, but they had one hell of a bite. This was usually the case with Milliardo Peacecraft, as was the name he was currently sporting, but in this particular circumstance Milliardo was as mellow as a kitten. The would-be assassin had missed his mark by a couple of inches, nailing him a good one in the shoulder. That had been two days ago, and for the moment Milliardo Peacecraft was higher than Epyon had ever taken him, thanks to extra strength painkillers and a few other wonder-drugs. He just hid his intoxication surprisingly well, hence the soldiers' nervousness.
"Well, sir, uh, about four months. But, we were sure we had gotten rid of him two months ago, he just showed up again." The soldier took a deep breath, stood up strait, and prepared for the onslaught.
"Oh," said the drugged noble. He had already lost quite a bit of interest in this conversation as he had just noticed how splendidly red his robe was. He watched with avid interest as when he turned his arm, the light reflected off the fabric in different patterns. It was by far one of the most incredible things he had ever seen in his life…second only to that flashlight he'd found a few hours ago. Speaking of that, where was it?
He started to rummage around in his robe and around his seat making the soldier suck in air out of fear. The sound caught Milliardo's attention, and he looked up quickly, surprised to see the soldier there. "Who is he?" he asked himself of the soldier.
"Nobody knows his identity sir, but he's well trained and good with technology." The soldier answered, thinking he was asking about the assassin.
"Oh, okay." Miliardo went back to rummaging, though he had already forgot what he was looking for, so he turned his attention back to the soldier.
"Um, Captain Orson has come up with some counter measures, I'll just page him real quick and he can explain them to you." The soldier quickly reached into a pocket, pulled out a device, punched in a few numbers and slid it back into his pocket. He then stood at uncomfortable attention as he waited for the Captain. Not a word passed between the two of them and Milliardo continued to stare at the young soldier, in what the younger thought was a death-gaze, but was actually absolute fascination in the shiny buttons on his shirt.
A short time later Caption Orson came in followed by Noin. The soldier was dismissed, and the two new arrivals looked with amusement at the Sank Kingdom prince. Milliardo for his part, was staring at Noin. "Lucrecia," he said.
"Yes?" She was surprised to hear him use her first name.
"Lucrecia, you're hair…its so…deep. Like, I could fall into it and never stop falling, its like space…wow."
"Umm, thank you Ze- ur, Milliardo." She looked over to the Captain who was stifling a laugh as Noin now found herself batting away Miliardo's hands as he reached out to touch her hair. Had they been alone, she probably wouldn't have been so anxious to keep him off, but given the Captains presence, it was better she kept an air of annoyance.
"Ah, still good and drugged, are we Milliardo?" Said the captain. "Perfect. Anyway, Noin and I here to tell you about the counter measure we've come up with. Actually we came up with quite a few, but everybody agreed on this one."
Now it was Noin's turn to stifle a laugh, yes, admittedly she had been one of the strong supporters of this plan. Milliardo didn't notice her laugh, he was trying to decide whether or not he out to tell the Captain about the little tiny man crawling around on his head, which on closer examination, Milliardo realized it was actually a little tiny Heero, Spandex and all. Wow.
The Captain continued. "What we have come up with, is a protection plan that hides you away where the assassin would never think to look, while we search for him." Miliardo nodded, but mostly because the little Heero was about to start ripping out the already balding Captain's hair, and had looked to Milliardo for permission to do so.
"Anyway, we have decided the key place to send you, where you would be completely safe, it to school."
Miliardo raised an eyebrow. "Military school?"
"Uh, no, we were thinking more high school."
"Cool." Noin believed she had never heard that word come out of that mans mouth before in her life
"So we've picked the perfect school for you to go, it's a small privet school near the coast, called Northern Academy. You would enroll as a normal student, take classes, and not even the teachers would know your true identity."
"Cool," Milliardo repeated.
"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. We just have some papers for you to sign that say when you're off the drugs and you have realized what you've gotten yourself into, you can't bail out." Noin handed him a few pieces of paper and a pen, and had to back away quickly as he had attempted to get her hair again, only this time it was for a different reason, because a little tiny Duo was crawling around on her head, and somehow he just didn't like the idea of Duo in Noin's hair. He was relieved to see, that, out of fear or whatever, the little Duo had jumped from her head to the Captain's, and now he and Heero, were, umm, well…surely they weren't doing THAT, but, by the looks of it…. He figured he out to give them some privacy and looked down at the papers he was now holding. He saw the line that said signature and signed, then handed it back to the Captain, relieved to see that the two little Gundam pilots had moved on to someplace a little less noticeable.
Had Milliardo been a little more with it, he might have taken time to actually read that contract he'd just signed. He might also have noticed the full name of Northern Academy. 'Northern Academy for Girls'.
And so, in one drug infected afternoon, Miliardo Peacecraft, owner already of countless identities created yet another one. Millie Peace, high school girl.