Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

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


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I'm sorry that I haven't updated over the weekend. I was rather pressed for time.

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I didn't know what to say to him. He most likely used sign language and I could not see it. I wouldn't know what he was saying. Iria had not mentioned I was blind either.

"I'm blind. I'm sorry but I would be able to see what you would say with sign langue."

I supported my head with my hands and waited. I don't know what for. He could reply, and if he could he'd probably just say how sorry he was and leave. Then again he wasn't one of the spoiled children of the pompous people who attended these functions. He was a mute orphan who knew very well that his chances of ever being adopted were slim to none. He wouldn't feel for me, he'd understand the feelings I go through. Or at least I hope he would.

My thoughts were broken when I felt a warm hand rest upon my shoulder. I knew it was his. He had gotten up with so little a sound that I had remained oblivious as I drowned in my thoughts. Now I could feel the calloused fingertips and palm through my tux. He squeezed lightly and pulled a seat closer to me and seated himself, his hand left my shoulder and it felt cold after the warmth of his touch.

I heard a rustle of clothing and then a soft whistle. It played three notes that sounded like the wind playing with the reeds and water. As the last note floated past my hearing and faded, the sound of a child's rushed footsteps came right up to Heero. Unable to see of hear anything I don't know what happened. Before I could ask the child had rushed off somewhere else.

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I sat there and stared at him. He was beautiful, even more so up close after only seeing him from the side lines for so long. Even though his eyes could not see, one could see a great deal in them. Their endless blue depths changed from light to dark with his emotions if one looked for the changes. At the moment he seemed upset about something, for his eyes had changed to a grayed sea green, like the ocean after a storm had passed.

I could only guess at what he was upset about since he said nothing to me. He might be concerned about his sister, or business matters. He might even be wondering about something trivial like what dinner or dessert would be. Possible though he was wondering how what to say to me when I could not verbally reply. Another problem would be that I could not sign to him, he wouldn't see it. At least it wasn't as much of a problem as one might think. Most of the staff here couldn't sign but I managed other ways to talk to them when the need arose.

I fumbled in my shirt pocket and took out a small multiple pipes. Pulling it to my lips I played a few soft notes. Since Relena had decided to be my shadow I had decided she would at least be a helpful one. We had worked out a few codes, this one asked for her to come to me. She really wasn't the bad of a kid; I suppose I took her a little for granted when I was upset. As annoying as she could be she was always willing to be helpful and she wasn't unkind to anyone. I'll have to be kinder to her; she certainly deserves it after all she's been through.

Just as I finished that thought I spotted her half running half walking over to the table. She stood in from of me smiling and I couldn't help but smile back. I quickly signed to her what I needed and told her that while she was in my room she was to look in a brown box under my bed for a present. I had found a doll at a yard sale not long ago. It was a small china doll whose feet had cracked and dress was torn to rags. A teenaged girl with designer cloths and too much makeup had sat behind the money box smoking a cigarette. I felt bad for the doll, for it looked sad after being being tossed to the side by the girl who must have loved her when she was new. I pulled out the small amount of pocket change I had and bought the doll. Since then I had made her a new dress and fixed her feet at my art class at school. I had meant to give the doll to her any way and now seemed a good time.


Most people saw me as emotionless but I wasn't. I just hide them since they brought pain; it wasn't difficult when I had no voice to betray my true feelings. However on a few occasions I did show my emotions to people. This was one of them, I hoped Relena would like the doll, it was hardly fashionable.

I tried to imagine Relena's face as she pulled out the doll from the box. The dolls long blonde hair that I had spent hours untangling until it was a wave of yellow. The high collared red dress I had sewed to the best of my ability. I know blue would of been better for a blue eyed blonde doll but the doll seemed to have demanded red. IF it was a person it would have been a proud strong woman with a will to fight.

Just then I saw Relena running back to the table with the things I had asked for and the doll in her arms. She placed my things on the table and smiled brightly as a tear fell from her eye.

"Thank you Heero. She's very pretty, I named her Dorothy. Can Dorothy keep the box? I want to make it into a chest for her things."

I nodded and she thanked me again before running off with the doll in her arms.

I turned back to Quatre, his face showed confusion. No wonder though, all he knew was that someone had come ran to the table after hearing me play the tiny pipe and had left only to return again and thank me, saying she had named something Dorothy and she wanted a box.

I smiled and looked through my things so that I would be able to explain everything to him. I pushed the pen and paper pad to the side and found what I was looking for. Mrs. Sally Po, the school nurse had given it to me last year. She said that it made it would make it a little easier for me to communicate with more people. It was a tiny antique Braille writer. I moved the tiny stamps into place; I didn't bother looking at them since it was easier to read them by touch.

Finishing the note I took a piece of paper from my notepad and placed it into the press and pushed down. Taking it from the small writer I tapped Quatre's shoulder. His eyes widened and he jumped slightly in his seat. He must have been lost in his thoughts. I pressed the note into his hand and waited. His fingers touched the page and his eyes widened again in recognition. He moved, caressing the page as he read. I couldn't help but smile.