Sequel to December Rose
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Author: Madisonne
Part: 1/?
Warnings: Yaoi, angst, Christmas-time fic, but couldn't wait to post it!
Disclaimer: For some reason, the people at Bandai keep on forgetting to return my calls... So, no, I don't own them yet. Operative word: YET! MWA HA HA HA HA!!! Ahem... Don't steal, or else I'll sic my demon-chibis on you. Stop laughing! They can strip a cow of its meat in one minute! Or is that piranhas? Hmmm...
Notes: As you can tell, this is a sequel, but one can understand it without having read December Rose. Basically, Millardo and Treize survived the war and are living together and have adopted a deaf daughter.
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Tell Daddy 'good bye'. He signed to the five-year-old after he zipped up her fluffy bunny sweater.
The young girl obeyed and skipped into the kitchen, tugging on the sleeve of a neatly pressed uniform. Daddy said to say 'bye'.
Milliardo put down his pen quickly. Bye, sweetheart. He signed fluently.
She gave him a child-version bear hug.
No kiss? He pouted jokingly.
The child rolled her eyes jokingly and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Being the imp she was, she licked the side of his face and danced back out of reach, giggling merrily.
Monkey! He signed, cursing aloud.
The antics brought Treize into the room. "What'd she do?"
"She licked me!" He sounded almost incredulously indignant.
"It's your fault, teaching her such things."
"Me?!!"
"I'm fairly sure that it's your line of expertise."
"Are you insinuating...?"
"Nothing, love. Have a good day!" He brushed a kiss against his lips and picked up their daughter, exiting the house.
"Demon spawn..." He playfully spat at the elder of the two.
He winked saucily at the blonde, blew a kiss, and closed the door behind himself.
Milliardo responded in kind and added a wave. He'd use the hour of silence to catch up on his latest mission report.
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"Due to the agent files on the situation, I believe it would be wise to..." The tall man began, standing to address the congregation.
"Agent Wind?" A harried-looking man burst into the room.
He was loathe to interrupt the meeting that meant so much to the agency, but the tone of the man's voice told the agent that he should see what the fuss was about. "Yes?"
"Phone for you."
Milliardo shooed the man outside and followed. "I thought I said that I was not to be interrupted."
"Sorry, sir... He said it was urgent." The young man handed him the phone and pressed a button.
"Hello?"
"Miri? We've got a problem..." Treize's voice was fair to shaky and scared for Milliardo's comfort.
"What is it?"
"I think I have a former OZ officer in my class."
"What?!!" Milliardo sat down abruptly on a desk.
"He hasn't recognized me yet, but..."
"Okay, uhm... Just try to relax. Skip your discussion group this afternoon and I'll get out of work early. We'll get through this. Together."
"Thanks. Love you." He sniffed, calming slowly.
"I love you too; see you in a few hours." He replied, ignoring the slightly intrigued look on the woman's face on whose desk he was perched.
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Opening the door, Milliardo found himself thrown against the wall, a hand on his neck. "It's me..."
"Oh my god, Miri! I'm sorry!" The pressure was automatically lifted and the agent found himself enveloped in a strong embrace.
"I know..." He mumbled into Treize's shoulder soothingly. "It's okay/"
"It scared the hell out of me... I panicked. I'm sorry." He spoke into platinum-blonde hair.
"Treize," he pulled away and looked up into the anxious eyes, "It's okay. I understand."
"When's it going to end?"
"When's what going to end?" Milliardo asked.
"The fear, the constant anxiety... The war's over and yet... Yet I feel like I can never forget. I can't let it go..."
"Shhh..." He soothed quietly, pulling the elder into the foyer sitting room. He sat down on the couch and brought the man down to his side.
Treize sighed and shuddered lightly, allowing himself to be pulled into the embrace of the former soldier.
Minutes later, the doorbell rang. Trying to get off of the couch without disturbing Treize, Milliardo moved, stood up, and opened the door.
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He double-checked the address in his hand before reaching out a slender hand to push the doorbell. Belatedly, he hoped that his intrusion would not be awkward in the holiday season.
The door was answered quite promptly, a slender blonde in the doorway.
"You..." He found himself at a loss for words.
"Who is it, Miri?" A voice called from an adjoining room.
The newcomer turned totally white as the other man appeared in the door. "Treize?"
"Wufei?"
"Zechs?"
"Milliardo."
"Who?"
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