LITTLE THINGS
Part 1
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Author’s note: I do not own GW. You should know that by now. It is a property of Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, and Bandai...yadda yadda...And Little Things is one of my favorite songs by Chantal Kreviazuk. I don’t own it! But one thing’s for sure: this fic is mine. So, please do not sue me. Anywayz, this one is focusing on Zechs.
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Misery’s turning my luck around
Framed all the faces on my way down
I don’t have a reason
A reason to lie
That dull pain is screaming to be left behind, oh
Zechs Merquise watched the night stars silently. Beautiful. The night is so beautiful, he told himself, smiling faintly as he sat down the chair near the window.
He was back in Lake Victoria, trying to work things out, preparing for the coup...
The coup.
What will his father say of him right now?
Zechs sighed, carefully tracing the silver mask that lay beside him. Father?
What now?
Surely, he wouldn’t be proud of him. His son, the prince of Cinq that is supposed to lead the people into peace is causing destruction to the world. Why would he be happy about that? He was supposed to make peace, not destroy it.
What would he tell him if he ever had the chance to talk to his father? That he chose this life so he could survive? That he chose to fight a war so he could get revenge on what had happened?
Zechs closed his eyes. He does not have a reason.
It’s never easy to see your past
Unfold before you the outcast
You don’t have a reason
A reason to cry
Caterpillars turn into rare butterflies,
oh...woa...
He could remember his father. The way he used to sit him, little Milliard, on his lap and tell him stories of war and peace, and why he should always be just and see others as his equal and never take away others’ freedom. How he taught him to be good. He listened, followed. He was an obedient son.
His father was so proud of him. ‘This is my son.’ He used to say, introducing him to the people of the Council, and he always praised him in everything little that he does. He was even close to being a perfect son.
And he can remember his mother, how she used to sit by his bedside and tell him stories before he goes to sleep, sometimes with his baby sister Relena cuddling against him, sleeping peacefully.
Yes, they were indeed a happy family back then...they had everything. The love, care, respect for one another, and everything material a boy like him could ask for.
That was then. Only once...
But now...
He had...nothing...almost nothing...
But he was thankful that he had someone to help him through it all. Lucrezia Noin. He smiled faintly as her name registered in his mind.
She was always there...to help him...guide him...and care for him...
And most of all, she was there to love him.
He had never told her how he felt. He was scared. Funny, how he was never scared of anything but to tell her how much he was grateful of her presence.
He had always kept her away --- away in terms of not letting her perform those dangerous tasks that he had allowed himself to deal with. He was scared...to lose her. To lose someone as precious as her.
He could not allow himself to go through losing someone again. Like what had happened to his family.
His hopes were once shattered, but she came and made him understand what he’s going through, let him saw the light even through the darkest of times.
He promised himself that he’d love her and keep her safe. Forever.
The little things we hide
The little things inside
I don’t want to show them and I’ll be alright
Oh...oh
End of part 1
To be continued
