Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
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I'd like to apologize. I'll try to keep the point of view clear but this story is a bit experimental so I'm sorry for any errors or confusion.
On another note, this chapter takes place after the meeting with Quatre's sister's in the parlor. I decided that it would be too confusing with that many characters all in one place and it wouldn't quite fit with the rest of the story.
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I turned, my cheek brushing against the soft fabric of the sheets as I moved to view the window.
The two angels looked alive in the moonlight. The taller of the two had wild brown hair and dark colored eyes, his tanned arms and white wings curved in a protective embrace around the other angel. The smaller angel smiled and pale hair covered his eyes. One blue wing was stretched out to his side as the other held the other angel.
I smiled and stroked the outstretched wing before sitting up and looking into the darkness of my room.
I couldn't sleep excitement and joy rushed too freely in my veins.
Quatre's sisters had been overwhelming. Their energy and mother hen instincts, not to mention the sheer number of them.
They had adored the idea of having a younger sister in Relena. I had expected that, but I had not expected that they would like me. They seemed sad that I couldn't speak but they had certainly made me feel welcome.
I smiled to myself remembering how they had fussed over Relena and myself. I couldn't help but feel happiness; I would get to stay here. I would get to stay with Quatre.
Quatre had whispered to me as we walked back to our rooms after the party, for lack of a better word. He wanted me to meet two of his friends who would be in town in a few days. Though I felt nervous at the idea of meeting them I also looked forward to it. If they were friends with the blonde boy they were certain to be nice people.
I slid off of the extravagant bed and walked silently over to the wooden desk on the other side of the room. Pulling open its bottom drawer I pulled out a worn looking book and returned to bed.
I caressed the faded green cover, my fingers tracing the dulled silver lettering before opening the tattered book.
A pair of soft blue eyes stared back at me. The owner was an elegant young woman of obvious Asian decent. Her long black hair was braided halfway, letting the rest flow freely away from her face. She wore an emerald green kimono with embroidered pine boughs and a single silver crane over her heart.
The pine represented strength and the crane stood for tranquility. Her family was known for those traits, and his mother had been no exception.
I slide my hand over the photograph before losing myself to the memories. She had told him as a little boy how the Yuy family was known for the brave warriors that came from the blood line. Though it was traditional for the wife to take the husband's family name, the Yuy's were and exception. The Yuy name was always to be passed down, from a male or female.
My mother, Miyoko Yuy, had upheld the family tradition. In turn I had been named after my father, Heero Yamamoto.
Mother had often told me how she had met my father at a kendo competition. They fought in the final match leaving her the victor. She had told me my father had been intrigued on how a young girl had defeated not only him, but everyone else in the competition. So he had sought her out to speak with her and they became friends. Not long after it had progressed into love.
My mother had always sought adventure and they had ended up moving to America. They had decided to do everything on their own so though they kept contact with their families, they asked for nothing. Soon they had built a martial arts academy and owned a nice house on the lands.
I wiped a tear from my eye remembering the next part of her stories. My mother had become pregnant and after I was born she became ill but recovered. My father had caught the illness and had not. He has slowly wasted away in the hospital. After his death the bills and final expenses had forced her to sell everything.
They had moved into a small apartment and she began to work several jobs in order to make payments on her debts and keep food on our plates. Though she was strong, she had lost a part of herself with my father and by the time I was five she was an old woman in a young body. The last straw had been the day I became mute.
The memories threatened to overwhelm me as I remembered how she had simply faded away after that into the frail woman who had lain in an eternal sleep. I had got to awaken her only to find her cold. In less than a day everything of value had been taken and my mother buried not properly cremated, and without a marker.
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
****
I'd like to apologize. I'll try to keep the point of view clear but this story is a bit experimental so I'm sorry for any errors or confusion.
On another note, this chapter takes place after the meeting with Quatre's sister's in the parlor. I decided that it would be too confusing with that many characters all in one place and it wouldn't quite fit with the rest of the story.
****
I turned, my cheek brushing against the soft fabric of the sheets as I moved to view the window.
The two angels looked alive in the moonlight. The taller of the two had wild brown hair and dark colored eyes, his tanned arms and white wings curved in a protective embrace around the other angel. The smaller angel smiled and pale hair covered his eyes. One blue wing was stretched out to his side as the other held the other angel.
I smiled and stroked the outstretched wing before sitting up and looking into the darkness of my room.
I couldn't sleep excitement and joy rushed too freely in my veins.
Quatre's sisters had been overwhelming. Their energy and mother hen instincts, not to mention the sheer number of them.
They had adored the idea of having a younger sister in Relena. I had expected that, but I had not expected that they would like me. They seemed sad that I couldn't speak but they had certainly made me feel welcome.
I smiled to myself remembering how they had fussed over Relena and myself. I couldn't help but feel happiness; I would get to stay here. I would get to stay with Quatre.
Quatre had whispered to me as we walked back to our rooms after the party, for lack of a better word. He wanted me to meet two of his friends who would be in town in a few days. Though I felt nervous at the idea of meeting them I also looked forward to it. If they were friends with the blonde boy they were certain to be nice people.
I slid off of the extravagant bed and walked silently over to the wooden desk on the other side of the room. Pulling open its bottom drawer I pulled out a worn looking book and returned to bed.
I caressed the faded green cover, my fingers tracing the dulled silver lettering before opening the tattered book.
A pair of soft blue eyes stared back at me. The owner was an elegant young woman of obvious Asian decent. Her long black hair was braided halfway, letting the rest flow freely away from her face. She wore an emerald green kimono with embroidered pine boughs and a single silver crane over her heart.
The pine represented strength and the crane stood for tranquility. Her family was known for those traits, and his mother had been no exception.
I slide my hand over the photograph before losing myself to the memories. She had told him as a little boy how the Yuy family was known for the brave warriors that came from the blood line. Though it was traditional for the wife to take the husband's family name, the Yuy's were and exception. The Yuy name was always to be passed down, from a male or female.
My mother, Miyoko Yuy, had upheld the family tradition. In turn I had been named after my father, Heero Yamamoto.
Mother had often told me how she had met my father at a kendo competition. They fought in the final match leaving her the victor. She had told me my father had been intrigued on how a young girl had defeated not only him, but everyone else in the competition. So he had sought her out to speak with her and they became friends. Not long after it had progressed into love.
My mother had always sought adventure and they had ended up moving to America. They had decided to do everything on their own so though they kept contact with their families, they asked for nothing. Soon they had built a martial arts academy and owned a nice house on the lands.
I wiped a tear from my eye remembering the next part of her stories. My mother had become pregnant and after I was born she became ill but recovered. My father had caught the illness and had not. He has slowly wasted away in the hospital. After his death the bills and final expenses had forced her to sell everything.
They had moved into a small apartment and she began to work several jobs in order to make payments on her debts and keep food on our plates. Though she was strong, she had lost a part of herself with my father and by the time I was five she was an old woman in a young body. The last straw had been the day I became mute.
The memories threatened to overwhelm me as I remembered how she had simply faded away after that into the frail woman who had lain in an eternal sleep. I had got to awaken her only to find her cold. In less than a day everything of value had been taken and my mother buried not properly cremated, and without a marker.
