Title: My Digital Dream
Author: Silent Lullaby
Warnings: Yaoi
Gundam Wing is not mine sadly enough. Since I make no profit outside of joy of writting, think of this as free advertising.
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I'm sorry I haven't updated recently. Between homework, school, and attempting to sleep I haven't had much spare time. I hope this is worth the wait.
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Duo watched from the shadowed corner as clients entered the orphanage. They came in couples and alone. One was a grayed man in an aged suit. An expression of grief played on his face as if the stain of another's passing could not be lifted from his eyes. Heero was certain he had lost someone dear to him during the eve.
Duo's purple eyes flickered over to the door. Entering was a red haired woman. It shone with intensity while her Violet blue eyes were dull.
Every face held some form of saddens in it. Some only had the faintest hint of sorrow while others seemed haunted by the lost souls of the past.
Duo watched them enter through the scared door until his gaze rested upon Heero.
The Gp stood on the side lines near the window. His silhouette was outlined in bright sunlight that shone through the glass. The boy's cobalt eyes looked at the crowd with a piercing gaze. It was not harsh but curious. Ever now and then they would soften at a grief stricken face or a small smile be offered to an unknowing mourner.
"Thank all or you for coming. If you would all take a seat the kids will begin their presentation and afterwards you can speak with them one on one."
The sound of chairs sliding over the wooden floor sounded in his ear as he watched Heero move over to the far wall. His hair floated softly on a non existent breeze as his eyes shone brightly with the smile upon his face.
The braided youth took his seat as the first child walked up upon the make shift stage.
"My name is Chang Wufei. I am eight years of age. To my knowledge I am the last of the Chang clan. I'm in the scholars program at school and I am learning martial arts. "
The Chinese bowed and walked off stage. As he sat down an air of relief surrounded him. It was soft aura that most wouldn't of noticed but it seemed even the proud boy could feel afraid.
"I'm Quatre Rebarbra Winner, it nice to meet all of you. I'm seven years old and have been at Maxwell's since I was three. I play the violin and piano and I enjoy chess. "
The blonde slowly sat over by Wufei. His pale hand rested on the Chinese youth's shoulder. The black haired boy smiled and nodded to the other as he watched the stage.
"I have no name though most call me Trowa. I'm around nine years old. I play the flute."
The green eyed boy sat next to Quatre and stared into space. None of the families had ever spoken with him. His quiet ways and sad look only reminded them of memories they wished to forget.
Duo watched the blonde and brown haired boys intertwine hands. The only reason Quatre never left was because he wouldn't leave Trowa. Quatre would become possessed and enraged when separated. Every family brought him back within a week only to be shocked at the cheerful boy he became once beside Trowa.
Each of the children walked up and spoke of themselves. Some smiled, some looked about to cry. They all deserved a family to go home to, and even if they were not picked he would be their family. As would the other children and now Heero would be there for them as well. They even had a pet now. No matter what, their childhoods would be of happy memories and dreams.
Author: Silent Lullaby
Warnings: Yaoi
Gundam Wing is not mine sadly enough. Since I make no profit outside of joy of writting, think of this as free advertising.
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I'm sorry I haven't updated recently. Between homework, school, and attempting to sleep I haven't had much spare time. I hope this is worth the wait.
****
Duo watched from the shadowed corner as clients entered the orphanage. They came in couples and alone. One was a grayed man in an aged suit. An expression of grief played on his face as if the stain of another's passing could not be lifted from his eyes. Heero was certain he had lost someone dear to him during the eve.
Duo's purple eyes flickered over to the door. Entering was a red haired woman. It shone with intensity while her Violet blue eyes were dull.
Every face held some form of saddens in it. Some only had the faintest hint of sorrow while others seemed haunted by the lost souls of the past.
Duo watched them enter through the scared door until his gaze rested upon Heero.
The Gp stood on the side lines near the window. His silhouette was outlined in bright sunlight that shone through the glass. The boy's cobalt eyes looked at the crowd with a piercing gaze. It was not harsh but curious. Ever now and then they would soften at a grief stricken face or a small smile be offered to an unknowing mourner.
"Thank all or you for coming. If you would all take a seat the kids will begin their presentation and afterwards you can speak with them one on one."
The sound of chairs sliding over the wooden floor sounded in his ear as he watched Heero move over to the far wall. His hair floated softly on a non existent breeze as his eyes shone brightly with the smile upon his face.
The braided youth took his seat as the first child walked up upon the make shift stage.
"My name is Chang Wufei. I am eight years of age. To my knowledge I am the last of the Chang clan. I'm in the scholars program at school and I am learning martial arts. "
The Chinese bowed and walked off stage. As he sat down an air of relief surrounded him. It was soft aura that most wouldn't of noticed but it seemed even the proud boy could feel afraid.
"I'm Quatre Rebarbra Winner, it nice to meet all of you. I'm seven years old and have been at Maxwell's since I was three. I play the violin and piano and I enjoy chess. "
The blonde slowly sat over by Wufei. His pale hand rested on the Chinese youth's shoulder. The black haired boy smiled and nodded to the other as he watched the stage.
"I have no name though most call me Trowa. I'm around nine years old. I play the flute."
The green eyed boy sat next to Quatre and stared into space. None of the families had ever spoken with him. His quiet ways and sad look only reminded them of memories they wished to forget.
Duo watched the blonde and brown haired boys intertwine hands. The only reason Quatre never left was because he wouldn't leave Trowa. Quatre would become possessed and enraged when separated. Every family brought him back within a week only to be shocked at the cheerful boy he became once beside Trowa.
Each of the children walked up and spoke of themselves. Some smiled, some looked about to cry. They all deserved a family to go home to, and even if they were not picked he would be their family. As would the other children and now Heero would be there for them as well. They even had a pet now. No matter what, their childhoods would be of happy memories and dreams.