Title: Observations of Frustration

Author: Karina

Rating: PG

Pairing: Milliardo

Notes:  Challenge 233.  Baby Series 4  #154.  Takes place shortly after Teasing Game

Spoilers: None

Warnings:

Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.

Title: Observations of Frustration

Duo was, in Milliardo’s opinion, antsy. 

Antsy, he decided, best described what he was seeing before him and he only hoped no one noticed his concern for the younger man.  No one else seemed to, or they were too polite to comment, thankfully, but he was only too aware of the young man’s condition.

Duo was working himself up more and more, and at some stage he knew there would have to be a release of all that frustration.  Frustration at their confinement, at the constant cold, at the forced enclosure within a defined area of the palace.  Frustration from a wide variety of sources, some of them long overdue for a release of tension.

Duo was good with kids, there was no denying that, but everyone had their limits and there were some things one certainly did not want to expose young children to.  He needed to be aware of developments and find a solution before... Well, before. 

Duo was suffering.  The famous wide smile was not so wide.  It certainly was not the relaxed natural grin it usually was.  Frustration tightened his shoulder blades, stiffened his spine and strained the usually charming smile, sharpening the light in those blue/violet eyes.

Blue/violet.  That was the clearest sign.  Normally blue eyes were now shading toward the violet that marked the presence of Shinigami.

He had hoped the exercise with the children might work off a little of that frustration, but Duo had steered clear of actually sliding down the banister.  Not that he could blame the young man for his reticence, given the not so distant past.  Duo’s first and last experience with riding banisters had resulted in a week on his back with an icepack between his thighs. 

A most memorable experience and not one to be willingly repeated by the male of the species.

But then, this was a beginner’s staircase, chosen specifically for young children.  The angle was gentle and there was no rather large, and particularly solid, ball to stop one’s passage in a spectacular fashion.  This time there was a truly wonderful selection of comfy mattresses and cushions upon which to land, not solid marble flooring... not that it mattered.  Duo was not of a mind to chance delicate portions of his anatomy by repeating the past.

He had not really expected Duo to participate... Hoping was not ‘expecting’, after all.

But the children were loving it.

Not that they would be able to keep this up for long.  The air was too cold and they could not afford to heat more than the barest minimum of rooms.  They would need every resource they had when the storm finally blew itself out.  The palace generated its own power, but every bit of it would be needed to accommodate the coordination of the relief and recovery efforts to come.

And he experienced his own moment of frustration.  How much longer were they going to be stuck under the influence of this killer storm? 

End

Karina Robertson  2014