Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
****
I'd like to thank everyone who has wished me luck. My goal is to finish this story by Christmas (after all it is a Christmas present for Raven). After that, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I know I want to at least do a short story over break. So if anyone has a pairing, setting, plot, etc, they would like to see I'd be glad to hear them.
One last note, either Trowa or Heero would have worked well in this story but Raven requested a story centering on Heero. Personally I like nearly every yaoi pairing so it's not too hard for me to switch.
****
I can't believe how horrible this event is becoming. I was unfortunate enough to have to listen to Mrs. Dubouse complain about the children running about. I felt a need to tell her to be quiet; especially when she said that it was oblivious their parents did a horrible job raising their kids. Didn't this woman know where they were, that these children didn't have parents to teach them and that the Orphanage was so hard pressed for money and personnel that most of these children had no supervision or care? I clenched my fists tight and refrained from slapping the horrid woman in and yelling my thoughts at her.
Finally she left saying something to the effect that a disabled child like myself was hardly company for a refined woman and that she must seek better entertainment. I may be blind but I can see the world better than she. I might possess fewer years than her but at least I act my age and not like a spoiled three year old.
As the blood drained from my face and I returned to a calmer state I switched my cd to the Barton and Maxwell instrumental duo. The clear crystal sound of a flute swirled intricate patterns around the guitars deeper notes. While the flute was carefully controlled and soft spoken at times the guitar was cheerful and quick moving though dark and melancholy at moments. The music so suited its composers.
I couldn't help but sigh. It had been years since I had last seen Duo or Trowa. They had been my best and truthfully only friends in school, but once they had won a record contract at the music contest they had disappeared from my life. They were touring or in the studio or busy with each other. It's not that I had a problem with their relationship. It was only that I was now pushed far to the side and feel jealousy that they had found their soul mate in each other while I would never find mine if one existed. Who would be with someone such as myself?
I leaned back into the embrace of the folding chair and lost myself in the music and my book. It was getting rather exciting as Luke was nearing the forgotten forest. I was eagerly waiting for what would happen next.
Just as Luke was walking up to the fairy Eterna I heard my sister and the footsteps of another person walking towards the table. The chair to my right slid back and the other person seated Iria and moved across from me and seated themself. Several moments passed and I heard tiny steps come close to my sister. She whispered something to the child who replied in an equally hushed voice. The little girl then walked away with a skip in her step.
Before I could inquire what the conversation was about she introduced the other person at the table as Mr. Heero Yuy. I cringed at the thought of listening to another moralless rich snob complain for an hour. Though I would of rather of told him to leave me be I introduced myself, using my full name, hoping that it would inform him of my mood like it did at other formal events.
I outstretched my hand toward where I supposed him to be. I was shocked when he grasped it with a firm but gentle hold. I could tell he was young, around my age and from the calluses on his fingers he had to be one of the orphans who live here. As we let go I let my fingers linger on his. It was strange how that small touch made me feel calm and happy. As if it washed away all ill feelings from my mind.
I removed my headphones and smiled slightly, hoping it would make him more comfortable I asked him ho he was enjoying the benifit. I must have seemed just as horrible as Mrs. Dubouse seemed to me. I wanted to hear the boy's voice, I wondered how it must sound but no reply came. I must have truly appeared as a terrible person for him to already dislike me so much as to feel no urge to reply. A frown came to my face and I closed my book silently beneath the table.
Iria adjusted herself in her seat and spoke.
"Heero is one of the residents of the establishment. I'm sorry to say but he's a mute to my understanding.
The frown quickly vanished and I sighed a bit in relief and quickly hated myself for it. To feel relieved he was mute. I felt shame wash over me. I relaxed after a moment and smiled at him hoping to be friendly. Before I could say anything Iria stood up and walked away saying something about needing to circulate.
She left me alone with the silent Heero.
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
****
I'd like to thank everyone who has wished me luck. My goal is to finish this story by Christmas (after all it is a Christmas present for Raven). After that, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I know I want to at least do a short story over break. So if anyone has a pairing, setting, plot, etc, they would like to see I'd be glad to hear them.
One last note, either Trowa or Heero would have worked well in this story but Raven requested a story centering on Heero. Personally I like nearly every yaoi pairing so it's not too hard for me to switch.
****
I can't believe how horrible this event is becoming. I was unfortunate enough to have to listen to Mrs. Dubouse complain about the children running about. I felt a need to tell her to be quiet; especially when she said that it was oblivious their parents did a horrible job raising their kids. Didn't this woman know where they were, that these children didn't have parents to teach them and that the Orphanage was so hard pressed for money and personnel that most of these children had no supervision or care? I clenched my fists tight and refrained from slapping the horrid woman in and yelling my thoughts at her.
Finally she left saying something to the effect that a disabled child like myself was hardly company for a refined woman and that she must seek better entertainment. I may be blind but I can see the world better than she. I might possess fewer years than her but at least I act my age and not like a spoiled three year old.
As the blood drained from my face and I returned to a calmer state I switched my cd to the Barton and Maxwell instrumental duo. The clear crystal sound of a flute swirled intricate patterns around the guitars deeper notes. While the flute was carefully controlled and soft spoken at times the guitar was cheerful and quick moving though dark and melancholy at moments. The music so suited its composers.
I couldn't help but sigh. It had been years since I had last seen Duo or Trowa. They had been my best and truthfully only friends in school, but once they had won a record contract at the music contest they had disappeared from my life. They were touring or in the studio or busy with each other. It's not that I had a problem with their relationship. It was only that I was now pushed far to the side and feel jealousy that they had found their soul mate in each other while I would never find mine if one existed. Who would be with someone such as myself?
I leaned back into the embrace of the folding chair and lost myself in the music and my book. It was getting rather exciting as Luke was nearing the forgotten forest. I was eagerly waiting for what would happen next.
Just as Luke was walking up to the fairy Eterna I heard my sister and the footsteps of another person walking towards the table. The chair to my right slid back and the other person seated Iria and moved across from me and seated themself. Several moments passed and I heard tiny steps come close to my sister. She whispered something to the child who replied in an equally hushed voice. The little girl then walked away with a skip in her step.
Before I could inquire what the conversation was about she introduced the other person at the table as Mr. Heero Yuy. I cringed at the thought of listening to another moralless rich snob complain for an hour. Though I would of rather of told him to leave me be I introduced myself, using my full name, hoping that it would inform him of my mood like it did at other formal events.
I outstretched my hand toward where I supposed him to be. I was shocked when he grasped it with a firm but gentle hold. I could tell he was young, around my age and from the calluses on his fingers he had to be one of the orphans who live here. As we let go I let my fingers linger on his. It was strange how that small touch made me feel calm and happy. As if it washed away all ill feelings from my mind.
I removed my headphones and smiled slightly, hoping it would make him more comfortable I asked him ho he was enjoying the benifit. I must have seemed just as horrible as Mrs. Dubouse seemed to me. I wanted to hear the boy's voice, I wondered how it must sound but no reply came. I must have truly appeared as a terrible person for him to already dislike me so much as to feel no urge to reply. A frown came to my face and I closed my book silently beneath the table.
Iria adjusted herself in her seat and spoke.
"Heero is one of the residents of the establishment. I'm sorry to say but he's a mute to my understanding.
The frown quickly vanished and I sighed a bit in relief and quickly hated myself for it. To feel relieved he was mute. I felt shame wash over me. I relaxed after a moment and smiled at him hoping to be friendly. Before I could say anything Iria stood up and walked away saying something about needing to circulate.
She left me alone with the silent Heero.
