13-Dec-2001
...and while I'm launching tons of stuff your way, here's another
little short ficlet. ^_^ Thanks again for everything, guys!
--Lilias
Archive: GW Addiction ( http://www.gwaddiction.com ) Ryoko-meimei is also welcome to it, if she'd like.
Rating: G
Category: Crossover (GW/??)<--scroll to end of fic if you want to find out what's here besides GW; I was going for a bit of a twist at the end. ^_^;;
Pairings: None in action, though there are references to what might be R+1...or it might not.... <innocent whistling>
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, nor do I intend to infringe upon the rights of those who do. What to expect: Ends up being an AU for both series, since there's no way this meeting could ever happen in either timeline.
Notes: This odd little ficlet is the direct result of otaku overload...too many anime living together in the brain! >_< And it's an early Christmas present for Quatre-sama. <glompglomp> More of a stocking-stuffer, really--but I'm working on a longer fic-thing for you, meimei!
After six grueling hours of discussion (and sometimes bitter argument), the morning's military briefing was finally over; left alone in the echoing audience hall, the young ruler rubbed at her aching temples.
"Why can't they see that we have nothing to lose in ending this stupid war, and everything to gain? Is war so exciting, is their pride so valuable, that they will risk all our lives just to keep up their own adrenaline? If my father were here--" She shook her head in exasperation. "But he's not. And I don't know if I can talk sense into these idiots all by myself."
She sat up suddenly, straining her ears to make sure no one was near; then she lifted the red velvet cushion on her throne and extracted a much-handled photograph. Her gaze went immediately to one face, a faint, wistful smile touching her lips. "I wish I knew where you had gone; you always make everything make sense." She touched the glossy surface of the picture with one slender finger, permitting herself a sad little sigh. "If only I could talk to you just once more. If only I could show you that I figured it out, what you were trying to teach me. I think I finally understand--"
A discreet knock at the door made her jump.
"Highness?"
She whipped the picture back under the cushion, looking up innocently. "Yes?"
Framed in the doorway, her most trusted aide dipped in a carefully respectful bow. "The enemy's representative is here to meet with you."
"Another one of their trigger-happy generals?" The young ruler swivelled to sit more formally, straightening her skirts and smoothing her hair.
"This one may be different, Highness; they've sent a queen this time."
"A queen?" She paused to consider this information, tapping her sceptre on the arm of the throne.
"I believe her title is largely honorary," her advisor elaborated. "An appointment of some kind. But she does seem to have the backing of popular sentiment, so--"
"So if I can convince her that peace makes sense, maybe she can convince the trigger-happy generals?" The ruler sighed. "It's worth a try, I suppose. I will see her." This last was delivered with an imperious lift of the royal chin.
Her aide nodded to a courtier near the door, who bowed quickly and scurried away.
As the heavy doors creaked open to admit the visiting dignitaries, Azalyn, Goza the Sixteenth, Supreme Ruler of the Holy Raalgon Empire, drew herself to her full height and prepared to offer a regal welcome.
When she got a better look at the figure approaching along the red carpet, though, Azalyn's lofty half-smile turned into a real one; this Earthling queen couldn't be more than sixteen years old herself.
"Welcome aboard the Melva, Your Highness." Azalyn bowed slightly, assuming the precise degree of inclination appropriate for greeting another ruler. "We are pleased that you have come to speak with us."
The diminutive figure in white bowed just as graciously. "The pleasure is mine, Empress. And please, call me Relena; the last true royalty in my family was my late father."
"Only if you call me Azalyn," the Raalgon empress insisted, ever impulsive. "Shall we get started? I have a feeling we're going to have a lot to talk about...."
-end-
The other anime is Irresponsible Captain Tylor, of course. ^__^ And as this fic indicates, I think Azalyn and Relena have much in common: peace-minded princesses living in the shadow of their dead fathers, more or less at the mercy of powerful people, intrigued by exotic strangers, etc. And I love 'em both! ^__________^ <royal glompage>
Azalyn: Is she _always_ like this?
Relena: >_< I'm afraid so.
Lili: *_* <glompsnoodleglomp>
Azalyn: Augh! Can't breathe!
Dom: <alarmed> Guards!
Duo: Say, you sound familiar....
(:./lilias/greatminds)
