The Past: Chapter Three
By: de Morte
email: lngwp@oz.zzn.com
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. I am writing this story for enjoyment only, and am making no money from it. The poor lawyers will just have to suffer now, won't they, no case here.
Chapter Three:
Breakfast went like clockwork that morning, with the children keeping quiet and the adults having their normal mind numbingly boring conversations, or so it seemed to Noin. Lucrezia noted with no surprise at all that the young Prince Miliardo was actually listening. She decided to bring it up later, well maybe anyways.
The adults left to take care of matters of the state. Senor Borgia worked as a diplomat for the Cinq Kingdom. After they left Pagan came and took Relena away, leaving Miliardo and Noin by themselves. Normally Noin would have been required to stay with her father, as she had the last time. But she was left behind much to her surprise.
"Are you that much of an adult that your parents trust you to behave yourself when they're not here." she asked once everyone had left. Remembering the trouble she would get into when she was too curious about something.
"Excuse me?" he said turning his gaze from the hallway to Lucrezia.
"Your parents have complete trust in you. I'm beginning to think of you as a statue who knows every proper response and every proper act. I can see through it though. You maybe wiser then you look, but you are still a curious little child, like myself. Why do you keep your true self hidden in a shell?"
He looked at her, an expression of shock showing on his face. Silently he wondered if she was this blunt and to the point, not to mention open with everyone. But more importantly he wondered how she saw straight through him, no one had before, and he had not slipt at all in his duties as Prince.
"What do you mean when you say you can see through my facade? I am not putting on a facade." he said curtly.
"I think you are. There are two sides to you. There is the obedient child who feels the weight of his title, and the child who takes advantage of his freedom to be curious about things." Lucrezia stared him in the eyes, it was his eyes that would reveal what he was thinking, and show his emotions as well. "Well I'll drop it. I'm not getting anywhere anyway. So, do you want to play tag?"
He eyed her curiously, "tag?" he asked unsure if he had heard her correctly.
She stifled a laugh. "You know, tag, where you chase after another person and try to tag him." Lucrezia could not believe this, the Prince did not know what tag was. "I'll warn you though it's actually fun if you try it."
Miliardo almost let a smile out and answered, "I'll play Ms. Borgia."
"Ugh, Miliardo," she said slightly annoyed,"call me Lucrezia, or Noin, pleeeeeaaase." She hopped down from the chair.
"Where did you get the name Noin, Lucrezia?"
"Do you really wanna know?" she asked. He nodded his silent reply of a yes. "Okay then, I'll tell you. It was my mother's name, and my middle name. My father, and Gramma tell me I look just like her, so, they call me Noin. So, how about I be it first," she said switching gears quickly. "I'll count to ten while you get a head start running, but I suggest we play outside. We would not want to break anything."
"Alright Noin," Miliardo said and he darted out the door to the garden. Slowly Lucrezia counted to ten, then, ran after him.
Lucrezia, caught up to him after a grueling run around trees and bushes, and certain flowers, that were too pretty to step on. "I've got you now," she called to him from the other side of the small bush.
"I don't believe so miss Noin," the Prince said tauntingly from the other side. It was going to be hard to evade her this time. She had him trapped between the entrance to the maze, which he was not allowed in, and her. He could take a daring chance and try to run quickly by her but she could easily match his speed, she had slowly worn him out. He let a smile cross his lips and he laughed. Noin simply stared back in disbelief. They were having fun, yes, but what was so blasted funny. "Hey, what's so funny she demanded.
He laughed at her request. It was unbelievable there was no way for himself to escape. "I seem to be between a rock and a hard place."
"Now what do you mean by that? My IQ might be exceedingly high but I'm not good with phrases, ecspecially ones in english."
"You seem to have me stuck between having to quickly dodge you or running into the maze, which I'm not allowed into." "So, what's so hard you obviously have no choice in what to do." "Alright then, see if you can catch me." He tried dashing passed her, but Lucrezia was to quick and she tackled him to the ground.
"I've gotcha, you're it now." She had him pinned to the ground now.
"Let me up Miss Noin, Please." he asked giving her his puppy face he normally only had to use on his mother when he didn't want to take a bath.
"I'll let you go if you give me a ten second head start. Okay?" she said.
"You've got a deal. Ten, nine."
"Ought oh," she squealed and quickly scrambled off him to get her head start.
"Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Here I come." he yelled.
Noin tried to get away, putting obstacles in his way when she could, but in no time he had caught her and tackled them into a tree. "Owzers, watch where you're running people into." The two burst out into laughter, and sat there resting under the big shady tree. "That was fun, don't you agree Miliardo." Lucrezia said after she had gotten some of her breath back.
"Definately a lot of fun," he turned to face her. "So, do you get dragged along on alot of your father's meetings as well? I mean when a lot of them are at your house or near you. I always have to be taught proper etiquette, and how to deal with things. I'm constantly being taught how to behave as a dignitary. You must behave like the future king of Cinq, my father says. And trust me he says it a lot."
"I don't have to do anything like that normally. But I don't have your responsibilities either. I mean I'll probably take over doing what my father does, running the estate, and governing the towns within our territory, possibly being an embassador. But he doesn't force it on me. I think he wants me to enjoy my age the most I can. I'm as smart as people more than twice my age, but my father feels I've grown up to fast. Maybe because I never had a mother, and try to take her place for my father, so he's not as lonely. Augh who knows? I don't try to understand adults, there too complicated. If I try I can read there expressions though, everything about them simply by watching them move. My father says my mother used to do be able to read people as well. What's your mother like Miliardo?"
He stared into the sky any coldness gone from him now as he chatted to her, telling her about his mother and how wonderful she was, but how his father wasn't the greatest, he was always the King, never father. Time passed quickly as the two chatted on about things they knew well, and soon it was lunchtime.
The morning went by quickly, and at noon Miliardo and Lucrezia came in for luch. "Wait a second Prince," she said stopping him. "You have leaves in your hair. Let me take them out." He obligingly stood still and let her take the leaves out. "There you go," Lucrezia said triumphantly.
"Thank-you," the prince said and bowed slightly.
They had just taken their seats for lunch when Senor Borgia, followed by the Peacecrafts entered the room. Senor Borgia's face held a sad expression. "What is it Papa?" Noin said worriedly. Something had happened she knew it by the expression on his face and in his eyes. "What is it?" she asked again jumping from the chair and pulling his face down to hers."What happened? And don't you dare lie to me father. I see it in your eyes and your gestures." Her father stared back at her very sorrowfully, but unsure of how to tell her what had happened.
"Its Grandma isn't it?" Lucrezia asked in a small voice. She let go of her father and stepped back still looking him straight in the eyes. Her papa simply nodded yes.
"What happened to her papa." Lu said. Her voice held but a tint of sympathy, and her face displayed no emotion except for love of her father. "Tell me," she said again.
Senor Borgia stood up, unable to look his daughter in the eyes. "She died of old age pretty, I'm so sorry. I know she meant a lot to you."
"I'm sorry too, Papa," she said. "I think we need to go home and take care of things Papa." She grabbed his hand, and squeezed it to give him comfort. "Please excuse us," Lucrezia said as she led her father out the door. The times ahead were going to be difficult she new it, but what had happened to that happy morning, why did the day have to change so drastically. All questions of course were left to God.
The Peacecrafts stood there as the Borgia's left the room. Maybe, Queen Katerina thought, I should go talk to her. She is to stoic for her age in this state. Little Lucrezia needs to let her feelings loose. Maybe, just maybe I can help. Katerina left the dining room in a couple of minutes, to talk to Lucrezia, and help her pack. Miss Borgia needed some comfort she was positive of it. The childs emotional state was just too mature, to much like her son's if not at even a greater level of maturity.
TBC
C&C is appreciated, my email is at the top. Thank-you ahead of time.
By: de Morte
email: lngwp@oz.zzn.com
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. I am writing this story for enjoyment only, and am making no money from it. The poor lawyers will just have to suffer now, won't they, no case here.
Chapter Three:
Breakfast went like clockwork that morning, with the children keeping quiet and the adults having their normal mind numbingly boring conversations, or so it seemed to Noin. Lucrezia noted with no surprise at all that the young Prince Miliardo was actually listening. She decided to bring it up later, well maybe anyways.
The adults left to take care of matters of the state. Senor Borgia worked as a diplomat for the Cinq Kingdom. After they left Pagan came and took Relena away, leaving Miliardo and Noin by themselves. Normally Noin would have been required to stay with her father, as she had the last time. But she was left behind much to her surprise.
"Are you that much of an adult that your parents trust you to behave yourself when they're not here." she asked once everyone had left. Remembering the trouble she would get into when she was too curious about something.
"Excuse me?" he said turning his gaze from the hallway to Lucrezia.
"Your parents have complete trust in you. I'm beginning to think of you as a statue who knows every proper response and every proper act. I can see through it though. You maybe wiser then you look, but you are still a curious little child, like myself. Why do you keep your true self hidden in a shell?"
He looked at her, an expression of shock showing on his face. Silently he wondered if she was this blunt and to the point, not to mention open with everyone. But more importantly he wondered how she saw straight through him, no one had before, and he had not slipt at all in his duties as Prince.
"What do you mean when you say you can see through my facade? I am not putting on a facade." he said curtly.
"I think you are. There are two sides to you. There is the obedient child who feels the weight of his title, and the child who takes advantage of his freedom to be curious about things." Lucrezia stared him in the eyes, it was his eyes that would reveal what he was thinking, and show his emotions as well. "Well I'll drop it. I'm not getting anywhere anyway. So, do you want to play tag?"
He eyed her curiously, "tag?" he asked unsure if he had heard her correctly.
She stifled a laugh. "You know, tag, where you chase after another person and try to tag him." Lucrezia could not believe this, the Prince did not know what tag was. "I'll warn you though it's actually fun if you try it."
Miliardo almost let a smile out and answered, "I'll play Ms. Borgia."
"Ugh, Miliardo," she said slightly annoyed,"call me Lucrezia, or Noin, pleeeeeaaase." She hopped down from the chair.
"Where did you get the name Noin, Lucrezia?"
"Do you really wanna know?" she asked. He nodded his silent reply of a yes. "Okay then, I'll tell you. It was my mother's name, and my middle name. My father, and Gramma tell me I look just like her, so, they call me Noin. So, how about I be it first," she said switching gears quickly. "I'll count to ten while you get a head start running, but I suggest we play outside. We would not want to break anything."
"Alright Noin," Miliardo said and he darted out the door to the garden. Slowly Lucrezia counted to ten, then, ran after him.
Lucrezia, caught up to him after a grueling run around trees and bushes, and certain flowers, that were too pretty to step on. "I've got you now," she called to him from the other side of the small bush.
"I don't believe so miss Noin," the Prince said tauntingly from the other side. It was going to be hard to evade her this time. She had him trapped between the entrance to the maze, which he was not allowed in, and her. He could take a daring chance and try to run quickly by her but she could easily match his speed, she had slowly worn him out. He let a smile cross his lips and he laughed. Noin simply stared back in disbelief. They were having fun, yes, but what was so blasted funny. "Hey, what's so funny she demanded.
He laughed at her request. It was unbelievable there was no way for himself to escape. "I seem to be between a rock and a hard place."
"Now what do you mean by that? My IQ might be exceedingly high but I'm not good with phrases, ecspecially ones in english."
"You seem to have me stuck between having to quickly dodge you or running into the maze, which I'm not allowed into." "So, what's so hard you obviously have no choice in what to do." "Alright then, see if you can catch me." He tried dashing passed her, but Lucrezia was to quick and she tackled him to the ground.
"I've gotcha, you're it now." She had him pinned to the ground now.
"Let me up Miss Noin, Please." he asked giving her his puppy face he normally only had to use on his mother when he didn't want to take a bath.
"I'll let you go if you give me a ten second head start. Okay?" she said.
"You've got a deal. Ten, nine."
"Ought oh," she squealed and quickly scrambled off him to get her head start.
"Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Here I come." he yelled.
Noin tried to get away, putting obstacles in his way when she could, but in no time he had caught her and tackled them into a tree. "Owzers, watch where you're running people into." The two burst out into laughter, and sat there resting under the big shady tree. "That was fun, don't you agree Miliardo." Lucrezia said after she had gotten some of her breath back.
"Definately a lot of fun," he turned to face her. "So, do you get dragged along on alot of your father's meetings as well? I mean when a lot of them are at your house or near you. I always have to be taught proper etiquette, and how to deal with things. I'm constantly being taught how to behave as a dignitary. You must behave like the future king of Cinq, my father says. And trust me he says it a lot."
"I don't have to do anything like that normally. But I don't have your responsibilities either. I mean I'll probably take over doing what my father does, running the estate, and governing the towns within our territory, possibly being an embassador. But he doesn't force it on me. I think he wants me to enjoy my age the most I can. I'm as smart as people more than twice my age, but my father feels I've grown up to fast. Maybe because I never had a mother, and try to take her place for my father, so he's not as lonely. Augh who knows? I don't try to understand adults, there too complicated. If I try I can read there expressions though, everything about them simply by watching them move. My father says my mother used to do be able to read people as well. What's your mother like Miliardo?"
He stared into the sky any coldness gone from him now as he chatted to her, telling her about his mother and how wonderful she was, but how his father wasn't the greatest, he was always the King, never father. Time passed quickly as the two chatted on about things they knew well, and soon it was lunchtime.
The morning went by quickly, and at noon Miliardo and Lucrezia came in for luch. "Wait a second Prince," she said stopping him. "You have leaves in your hair. Let me take them out." He obligingly stood still and let her take the leaves out. "There you go," Lucrezia said triumphantly.
"Thank-you," the prince said and bowed slightly.
They had just taken their seats for lunch when Senor Borgia, followed by the Peacecrafts entered the room. Senor Borgia's face held a sad expression. "What is it Papa?" Noin said worriedly. Something had happened she knew it by the expression on his face and in his eyes. "What is it?" she asked again jumping from the chair and pulling his face down to hers."What happened? And don't you dare lie to me father. I see it in your eyes and your gestures." Her father stared back at her very sorrowfully, but unsure of how to tell her what had happened.
"Its Grandma isn't it?" Lucrezia asked in a small voice. She let go of her father and stepped back still looking him straight in the eyes. Her papa simply nodded yes.
"What happened to her papa." Lu said. Her voice held but a tint of sympathy, and her face displayed no emotion except for love of her father. "Tell me," she said again.
Senor Borgia stood up, unable to look his daughter in the eyes. "She died of old age pretty, I'm so sorry. I know she meant a lot to you."
"I'm sorry too, Papa," she said. "I think we need to go home and take care of things Papa." She grabbed his hand, and squeezed it to give him comfort. "Please excuse us," Lucrezia said as she led her father out the door. The times ahead were going to be difficult she new it, but what had happened to that happy morning, why did the day have to change so drastically. All questions of course were left to God.
The Peacecrafts stood there as the Borgia's left the room. Maybe, Queen Katerina thought, I should go talk to her. She is to stoic for her age in this state. Little Lucrezia needs to let her feelings loose. Maybe, just maybe I can help. Katerina left the dining room in a couple of minutes, to talk to Lucrezia, and help her pack. Miss Borgia needed some comfort she was positive of it. The childs emotional state was just too mature, to much like her son's if not at even a greater level of maturity.
TBC
C&C is appreciated, my email is at the top. Thank-you ahead of time.
