Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.


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I'm sorry the chapters are so short, but I have only a small amount of time to write each day and in order to make them longer I'd update less often. I'll still try to lengthen the chapters though.

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The cool air rushes over me as the door opens, brushing against my face like the fingers of fairies. Each touch feels wonderful on my flushed skin. Iria had worn thin dress and had placed the heat too high for comfort. My stiff tuxedo now clung even closer to my skin and the collar felt tight. I had said nothing but I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon exiting the steaming limo.

I hold out my arm to air until Iria grasps it with her gloved hand. As we walk towards the door my small bag thumps against my thigh with each step and my cane smacks against the ground. I hate using a cane but this place is unfamiliar and it is rude to bump into furniture and people.

From the sound of the footsteps a small child opens the door for us and takes my sisters shawl. My suspicions are confirmed when a young girls voice makes itself heard.

"Have a good time and thank you for the peppermint Lady Winner."

I could almost see my sister smiling as I felt her lean over and pet the girl's head before we moved into the building. Iria always had a few sweets on hand, peppermints being her favorite.

"You're welcome young lady and I'm sure we will have a wonderful time."

As we continue inward, Iria maneuvers me in so many directions I feel ill by the time we reach our table. I know she was only trying to make sure I did not run into anyone but surly they could be courteous enough to let me through without the gymnastics I had just endured.

Sighing I relax in my seat, pulling my headphones over my ears and letting Shipago drown out the voices around me. My fingers run over my book before finding my place and I lean further back into my chair and lose myself in fiction.

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The guests have already begun to arrive and the room is quickly filling. Pompous men in in suits discuss business and money whilst the overly extravagant women exchange gossip and compliments on their hideous jewelry. One woman by the corner is standing next to her over fed husband. Each of her pudgy fingers carries a massive ring or two. Her small neck has half a dozen gaudy necklaces and I wonder how her ears remain on her head with the fist sized gems hanging from them. Throughout the room such people talk amongst themselves, making snide remarks with smiles on their faces.

Unable to stand another moment of it I move to the far corner and pull a dog eared paperback book from my back pocket. Flipping to my bookmark my eyes scan the page until I find my place. I quickly lose myself in the fictitious world of the black door.

It isn't until one of the overdressed men steps runs into me, a half drunken expression on his face contorts into a sneer as he tells me to watch where I'm going. Seeing me make no reply he frowns, his flabby jaws making him look like a bulldog with a toupee.

"I believe you owe me an apology boy. I'm being generous in attending this event and you're so ungrateful as to strip me."

My face burns with anger. If I could I'd yell at this man telling him he's the one who stepped on me and that he could go walk into traffic for all I cared. I could not do this, all I could do is glare at the man with hate filled eyes. My father and mother died because of men like him, the ones who don't care about the rest of the world only the quickest way to make another fortune. The thought turned my stomach.

The drunken man lifted his hand as if to strike me but his hand was held back. A young woman in a simple but elegant dress stood before him. Her blonde hair pulled into a bun and a single silver necklace adorned her. She was very much unlike the crowd around her. IN their attempts to look important they became fools. She shown like a pearl amongst them in her simplicity.

"How dare you even thing of touching him. He has been reading there for half an hour and you stepped on him. You should be the one to apologize Mr. Loften."

The large man's face turned a unappealing shade of red and then into a bright purple. His small eyes shown with anger but he held his tongue. The woman must be very important for his kind would only show such restrain in front of their superiors.

"Very well Ms. Winner. I apologize..er…young man."

The woman nodded but a twinkle of humor stayed in her eye.

"Do you accept his apology?"

I pushed myself to my feet and nodded. The man's face grew even brighter.

"See, he can't even show the decency of replying. Just a bobbing of the head."

This caused my blood to boil. I clenched my fists and glared that the horrid man. My breath was sharp to my ears and I felt my face flush.

"That is enough. I hope you don't mind but could you tell him you accept that way this mess can be resolved?"

My eyes dart down to the floor and I shake my head. I would if I could, not because I want to please the man but because the woman has been kind and in truth, she reminds me of the dancer.

"No? Why not, can't you speak?"

Again I shake my head no and she smiles and nods her head in understanding.

"This matter is closed. I suggest you find a seat and let your drinks wear off Mr. Loften."

The man 's mouth opens as if to make a reply but shuts again with a snap. Growling he walks away toward the other end of the room.

"I'm sorry about that young man, a few people here are exceptionally snobbish and rude. I'd like you to join me and my brother at our table. You can read there and they won't bother you."

I can't help but smile as we make our way to her table. As we near it I can't help but notice the figure in an elegant white tuxedo. The boy is none other than the dancer.