Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

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

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Relena's excitement was infectious despite my best efforts to remain calm and indifferent I felt a sense of adventure and possibly, very remotely, a tiny sense of joy.

Our surroundings were amazing to behold. The gardens we passed were not the old fashioned and uniform English gardens one would expect. Instead a forest existed with the weeds and briars removed and certain areas tamed while the mystery and adventure the forest represented remained. Small little shelters and benches were semi hidden here and there. In the background one could see a glimpse of water. Undoubtedly a small lake or a pond.

Looking ahead we could see the house. It was large but not ridiculous like many mansions were. It looked like every room had a purpose other than a show of wealth. I could never understand why someone would want rooms that would likely never be used, only cleaned on occasion and left to time.

It was a beautiful house. The blue tiled roof was a soft turquoise that almost faded into the blue sky like the ocean. The cold stone walls were warmed by the vines growing upon them. Roses were joined with ivy and morning glories and an occasional moon flower. It was mid-afternoon so the morning glories had curled into their daytime beds as the moon flowers were slowly unfurling so that their pale petals would be caressed by the first glimpse of moon light.

An ancient weeping willow stood near on corner of the house, its long sweeping branches waved in the breeze, making music as they brushed against the windows with in its reach.

The windows themselves were amazing to behold. Most were normal glass in a wooden frame that even from this distance gave the impression of carvings along its surface. The remaining windows had similar wooden frames but colored glass formed pictures of anything from the mystical fairies and dragons to our world's roses and falcons.

Perhaps my assumptions were unfounded. This did not seem to be the fortress of wealth for an overlord as I had imagined, but instead a half forgotten fairy dwelling from a story. Maybe I would get to stay after Relena saw she hardly needed a mute boy as a friend or brother figure.

Maybe I would get to see Quatre; possibly we could talk again, or become friends.


I didn't hear the car stop after pulling up to the house; I was too immersed in my thoughts. My head was beginning to swim with possibilities by the time I was shaken from my thoughts literally when Relena began to jump in her seat in order to grab my attention so that we could enter the house.

After exiting the limo the elderly man smiled and motioned towards the house.

"Madam Winner is awaiting you in the parlor. Her sisters should arrive shortly as well."

That name seemed so familiar but that was lost on me as I realized that this could not be the place we were supposed to be. He had not mentioned a Mr. Pagan at all. I could not voice my upset before the man smiled again and gave a slight nod.

I'm Mr. Pagan. I was Mr. Winner's personal assistant before he died and adopted you on behalf of some of my charges. From the way you looked I guess that that was the problem. Was I correct?"

I nodded slightly and schooled my expression to indifferent. I shouldn't allow my emotions to be read so easily. Relena grasped my hand as we walked into the house. I forced myself to forget my notions as we continued toward the parlor. Just as I was beginning to think my original idea of my being here only until Relena saw no further need of my company my thoughts were destroyed. Sitting beside the blond woman, Iria, was Quatre. His pale blonde locks shone brightly as the light from the window rested on them. His sightless eyes filled with a sea of raging emotions. I could only stare.