Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

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

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I stared at the small duffle bag lying upon what had been my bed. It's contents was every worldly possession I owned, and they didn't manage to come near filling the bag. I opened it up to make a last minute addition, a letter Supervisor Une had asked me to give to my adoptive parent.

I had read the document and it didn't ease my fears. Apparently a Mr. Pagan was adopting both Relena and myself. The wording of the document had been unusually confusing even for a legal document. Evidently Mr. Pagan was the guardian of his late employer's children, at least the ones under the age of eighteen.

Whoever he was I obviously had not met him. Otherwise he wouldn't be adopting me. After all who wants to adopt a mute teenager? He had probably met Relena and she had said she wouldn't leave without him. Unlike the other times this Mr. Pagan decided having him tagging along wouldn't be so bad. He must be wealthy, probably one of those overfed men from the benefit.

The benefit had only been three days ago and the morning after he was informed of his upcoming departure. That seemed evidence enough that this man had to of been one of the rich men who decided to give a little pocket change to a run down orphanage.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible. The servant's quarters at such estates were the same size as his room, and he wouldn't have to share it with so many people. It would probably be better furnished too. Maybe, just maybe, this man would send him to one of the better schools even if only to show off his wealth. Then he might go to the one Quatre must go to. He doubted the blonde would want him as a friend. He must already have a flock of people lined up to just to carry his books for him. Even so he'd at least get to see the boy. That would be worth it.

Hearing Une call for him and Relena, Heero threw the bag over his shoulder and moved quickly down the hall. There wasn't much if anything to miss at the orphanage and the prospect of seeing Quatre more than just glimpses at the Auditorium quickened his pace.

Une whispered a few word into his ear reminding him that this was more than likely his only chance to be adopted and that I shouldn't ruin Relena's good fortune. I nodded for what she had said was true and she meant it as a caution. She was never a very kind woman but neither was she cruel. Quick to the point and with no softening words to ease her sharp tongue's wrath. I respected her but I wouldn't miss her. She held no ties to me nor I to her.

Shaking her hand Farwell I walked out of the aged building with Relena's small hand clutching at mine, the other holding Dorothy. She had a tear in her eye and I knew she would miss some of the other children. I had no friends but she had always had a small group of followers as I called them. To me they had always seemed like ignorant sheep. They were one of the reasons Relena annoyed me at times. The fact she could tolerate let alone enjoy their company was beyond me. Now I understood that she was a social person and a likeable little girl. She enjoyed the spot light and though appreciated a true friend, she also enjoyed the tag along friends who she knew would desert her should times grow rough.

I was nothing like that. Any social aspects of my personality had been washed away after years of being a lone wolf of sorts. No one wants a friend who can't talk. Nor did anyone in my classes like me since I was younger than they and could do better then them despite my disabilities.

I don't think I'll ever spot finding Relena's followers annoying but I'll try not to be unkind to her because of their idiocy or her social tendencies. It's not like she'll be my shadow for much longer. Mr. Pagan was sure to spoil her and send her to a good school where she would find plenty of friends and would find me a hindrance and come to hate her decision to cling to me and being me into her new home. I'd probably then be returned to the orphanage but that wasn't so bad. Only a few years before I could leave for good anyway and I'd at least have some cloths and such from my stay with the rich man.

An elderly man whose eyes appeared lost under his heavy eyebrows and who wore a black uniform, opened the door and smiled to us. Telling us how glad he was we would be living with the family he closed the door and started the car. I looked out the window as buildings past and wondered about the future.