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By: Daquri (formally Shinigami Hilde of ff.net)
Zechs had always looked up to Trieze, even when they were supposedly supposed to be enemies. Noin had always had a deeply ingrained respect for him, no matter what he did. Dorothy had loved him like an uncle. Wufei was torn between liking him and hating him, and everyone else, well, they had no real opinion.
But as he was so revered in almost every faction, country, and city spanning through space and across the earth, the fates decided to play a little game. To bring him back, put him back with the living if you will. But the fates always have a twisted sense of humor, too.
When Noin and Zechs looked down upon their firstborn child with loving admiration, both nearly fell over.
The baby--had forked eyebrows.
~Fin~