Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

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

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Idea #1 :

Medieval times. Duo and Quatre are of the fae, Heero is a mercenary, Trowa is a shape shifter traveling with a circus, and Wufei is a mage from a foreign land.

Idea #2 :

Four of the gundam pilots are soldiers in the military and the fifth is an extra terrestrial found and kept at a goverment facility. They come across it and the e.t escapes. Can't say any more without giving away too much of the plot.

Idea #3 :

One of the gundam pilots discovers an ancient artifact in an abandoned shrine near their home. The artifact takes them to another dimension/ world. This idea might be combined with idea #1.

Please vote for your favorite or add your input. I'm glad to hear ideas and advice.

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It was hard at first to believe these two were Quatre's best friends but after a while you could begin to notice things about them.

Trowa seemed to always be calm and collected. The only thing that betrayed his mask of indifference was his emerald green eyes that always shone brightly with emotion. I had a feeling that without Duo's chatter and Quatre's cheerful comments he would go days without talking. Truth is he could pass for a mute.

Duo on the other hand seemed to always have energy . At first his need to speak annoyed me but I think I understand why he does it now, at least to an extent. It was obvious he and Trowa were more than just friends and he wanted to fill the silence and bring Trowa out of his shell. Perhaps that was also why he felt the need to always appear happy. I hated silence but I had grown used to it, perhaps Duo had his own reasons for disliking lack of sound.

Now I understood how these obviously different people could be such good friends. Their quirks and idiosyncrasies balanced out their personalities. Duo's need to appear cheerful and full of energy was calmed by Trowa's serene figure and calm disposition, and in turn Trowa's shell was broken bringing a spark of life out of the silent boy. Quatre's cheerful and helpful nature managed to fill in the other's gaps and bring them together as a group, like a beloved leader would.

I couldn't help but frown though, I didn't fit into this picture. I had nothing to offer and no reason for being apart of it. Then again who said I would become apart of their group, who said I could have friends.

Maybe I could find a place to belong in their team of friends. Perhaps Quatre would allow me to be a major part of his life and in turn I would become a part of his friend's lives. One could always hope.

I was shaken from my reverie by a knock at my door. After the snacks in the Parlor I had taken refuge in my room, I wasn't used to having so many people acknowledging me and talking to me. I had needed a little time alone with my thoughts.

I moved across the soft carpeting and opened the door to reveal Quatre's braided friend. He must have been looking for Trowa or Quatre.

"Hey Heero. Sorry to bother you but I wondered if we could talk?"

Apparently my assumption had been wrong, he actually wanted to find me, and I couldn't help but wonder why so I nodded.

"Great, oh and don't worry I know sign language and I can read lips so you don't have to pull out the pen and paper on me. Despite what some people say I like to listen as much as I like to talk. That didn't sound as good as it did in my head though. "

He was rambling and after a moment he realized this. He apologized and I motioned for him to come in. Wasting no time he half skipped into my room and found a resting place on a large cat basket chair in the corner. Following his example I seated myself in the red wingback chair. As I found a comfortable position with my back against the arm and my legs resting on the foot stool he looked about me room.

"This is a lot nicer than it was the last time I saw it. Everything was covered with sheets and most of this stuff wasn't here. I don't remember ever seeing those angels in the window either. They look oddly familiar though."

I nodded, they seemed familiar to me the first time I saw them as well. I still couldn't quite grasp why though.

I lifted my hand off the arm rest and quickly signed to the braided boy. I wondered what he came to talk to me about.

I still wasn't comfortable mouthing words even after all these years. It bluntly reminded me of my inability to speak, to make anything more than the simplest of sounds. At least when I signed I could pretend I was talking to someone who was deaf and that at any time I could open my mouth and say what was on my mind. Idiotic and self indulgent but I couldn't help but entertain such fantasies at times.

"You like Quatre don't you?"

I hadn't expected such a question. Was I that obvious? Worse yet did he disapprove of my liking his friend. At the moment I could entertain the idea that Quatre could grow to feel the same for me as I did for him but if his closest friends were against it that would have a chance of happening.

I took the easiest way out and told him of course I did, he was my friend and he must have had a hand in my coming here from the overcrowded orphanage.

Obviously this answer did not appease him for a scowl found its way to his normally smiling face. Solemnly he leaned himself forward in the chair.

"I don't like it when people evade serious questions or play dumb. I might not seem like a very observant person but I notice things, even if I do talk too much at times. I also know that you know what I mean and I'd like an honest answer. Don't act stupid to avoid the question it doesn't do you or Quatre justice."

Suddenly the scowl vanished and his cheerful facade fell back into place so quickly that one wouldn't have known it had ever been out of place.

"Now that I have stopped ranting about Justice like the Asian avenger himself could you answer my question?"

I was a little confused as to the reference. Judging by the way he had said the odd epithet I assumed it was a teasing name for a friend. Pushing the information to the side for latter thought I nodded and told the truth. I said I loved Quatre.

This answer appeased him and he nodded back and smiled. Not the oversized grins he used with his mask but a small understanding smile that reached his eyes.

"I thought so. He likes you too, a lot. Perhaps you're just the person to show him how much he has missed out since he shut himself from the world. I know he thinks of himself as weak and alone ever since then but he seems happier and confident now. Whatever you're doing it's a good thing, I hope you keep it up."

I stared as he got up and walked toward the door, the conversation over. As he pulled on the knob he turned to face me.

"Wanna go for a walk I wouldn't mind getting to know you better. From the look of things you're a permanent addition to our little family of friends. Maybe more than a friend to Blondie."

He winked and walked out of the room and I followed. I wouldn't mind getting to know him and perhaps he could tell me more about Quatre. For all of my watching from the shadows I still knew very little about the boy, and I wanted to know everything.