The Past: Chapter Four
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 Four:
The Borgia's walked together till they reached Noin's room then went their seperate ways.Upon reaching her room, Lucrezia flung herself under the large bed to find her suitcase, and perhaps hide any tears that might want to find their way out of her.

Katerina, not to far behind Lu, reached her room only moments later, but upon not seeing her, left. Her son Miliardo however,who came a couple of minutes after her, was determined to find this girl he could actually call a friend.

Miliardo thought hard of where he hid, when not wanting to be found and was not at all surprised to find her under the bed.

"Can I join you?" he asked, sliding himself under the bed.

"Of course," Lucrezia said, wiping her wet eyes with her sleeve.

"This is probably a bad time to ask, but do you think you could make it to a fencing tournament held at the Khushrenados in a couple of months? Maybe then my mother would let us run the maze,and well," said the prince, "it would be fun to see you again."

"Sure," Lu's face brightened."I think it would be fun to see you again too.But I don't know if I'll be able to make it. My gramma always watched me while my dad was gone, but if he's not home that week, I won't be able to come."

"I know how to fix that one, call Treize Khushranoda and talk to him,he might be able to get your father invited to the peace meetings that week, also held in the city he lives in. Or I could call for you."

"Oh, would you please. I love to have fun,and the next couple of days are going to be dreadfully busy and very depressing."

"I'll see what I can do." Senor Borgia smiled next to the door. Maybe something good had come out of this trip after all. The only news he had heard yesterday, and this morning, had been bad, another country taken over,and his mother had died. But a happy Lucrezia was a sight to behold!!

Lucrezia sat squirming in her seat. The flight was so long and boring and boy was she itching to move about.It was so hard to keep still for so long.

The urge tto run around was extremely aggravating,at least on the way her she had slept, but this was torture. Nothing to do, and confined to this seat!

As soon as they had been seated on the plane,Lucrezia had told her father about the tournament. Senor Borgia after checking his schedule, had readily agreed to her going. He saw nothing wrong with it, and felt it would be good for Lu to be with playmates of her own age.She was sorely lacking friends, or any aquantances of her own age.

"Maybe," she thought, "she would call Miliardo and tell him the good news,as soon as she got back.Although maybe, with the death of her grandma, she would seem to not have cared about her, if she called him to soon.MAybe she should just wait. She didn't want to dishonor the memory of her grandmother, she was a great woman."

For some reason though, Lucrezia could not mourn her nana's death. Her gramma had prepared her for this, she haad known it was coming, while her father had not. Nana had wished to save little Lucrezia from any more sorrow due to a sudden death.Noin knew that her grandma had lived a good life and was not afraid for her gramma.Noin had still wanted to shed tears. She even had, but she felt better knowing her grandma was in a better place.

The next week or so was exceedingly depressing for the Borgia's, but they grew even closer together and were grateful for it.