Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
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I hope you enjoy this chapter. My little sister and I do odd games like this, though she'd rather be the damsel in distress, and one of our dogs is the villan.
I'm sorry I didn't write extra chapters while ff.net was down. I was feeling a bit depressed this weekend, I still am. One of our dogs was put to sleep. I miss her.
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I barely suppressed my laughter. Quatre and Heero were holding hands underneath the table, their legs intertwined and hips softly touching. The blonde boy's cheeks were flushed and his mute boyfriend was having difficulties getting the fork to reach his mouth since he was a bit preoccupied watching Quatre.
The sight would have been sweeter and touching that funny if it weren't for the fact that Iria was oblivious to their interactions. Not only that, she was talking about how Quatre should begin thinking about dating someone. It took everything I had not to fall over laughing. I still had trouble swallowing without choking on my breakfast.
Hearing and soft chuckle to my side I saw Trowa had similar problems containing his humor. His visible eye was flashed with merriment and a tiny smile played upon his lips. His subtle nature was adorable.
Like the two smitten lovebirds to my right, my hand found its home within Trowa's calloused but surprisingly soft fingers. Our thighs pressed lightly together, causing our body heat to intermingle.
Finishing the remainder of my meal I brushed my hand against the back of my lover's neck as I moved to take my dishes to the kitchen. I smirked at the shiver that ran through him after the simple contact.
"Duo you don't have to take your dishes up. The servants will take care of it after the meal."
"I don't mind; besides I'm heading that way anyway, might as well spare them the trip."
She nodded and continues speaking to the oblivious blonde. Truth was I hated the idea of someone else doing simple tasks I was more than capable of doing for myself. It was like how I had more than enough money to buy cloths and stuff from the upper class stores, but I refused. After a childhood of second hand clothing and broken hand me down toys I hated the thought of spending lavish amounts of money or being pampered, unless Trowa was doing the pampering of course.
That's why I bought cloths from the less expensive stores; I even went second hand on occasion. I guess old habits die hard. True I had occasionally spent a bit of money of something I wanted, but it was a rarity.
I had seen a black leather jacket in the window of a New York store. The thing had cost more than some people's cars. It was leather, not gold for crying out loud. Not long after seeing the jacket I was window shopping for a winter coat in Toronto and what do you know, there's a black leather jacket just like it by some unknown company for sixty bucks. Sometimes I think that money makes the rich stupid.
Placing the dishes in the sink I quickly washed, rinsed and dried them. It then took nearly double the time to find out where to put them. I was now down to only my glass and I was about to shove it into the next cupboard I opened.
"It goes in the last cupboard on the left. It's right by the silver candlesticks."
Turing I saw a small girl with wheat colored hair. Relena was holding a blonde haired doll closely. I was beginning to wonder if she ever went anywhere without the miniature person by her side. It was kinda cute how much she loved the odd doll.
I placed the cup in its proper place and turned back to the young child.
"Thank you right much little lady. Now you wouldn't have seen any bandits around these here parts, would ya ma'am?"
She giggled and smiled, nodding here head. She held up the precious doll and for me to see and laughed again.
"This is Doll face Dorothy, the greatest bandit in the whole world."
"Oh, really? I'll just have to take her into the authorities them Ma'am, can't have murderous robbers taking honest people's money."
Relena then shook her head in a defiant no. She held the doll close and looked at me, daring me to take the toy."
"Dorothy is a good bandit. She takes money from the mean rich people and uses it to make nice people happy, and to have orphans find good homes. She doesn't kill people either; she uses a whip to take their guns and ties them up."
I smiled at her answer and leaned cowboy like against the counter. Tilting my imaginary hat downward over my eyes I pretended to think carefully. Cocking my head to the side I eyed her and the doll and smiled.
"Well in that case Ma'am, I've been looking for a good person to be sheriff of this here town. Think Dorothy would like the job?"
The small girl smiled and nodded before talking with here doll about all the desperados and bandits they were going to catch, and all the mean evil bankers they were going to jail up. Turning towards me she tugged at my shirt.
"Can I be the deputy?"
"Of course little lady. You'd make a fine deputy."
Smiling she chattered about how the mean bandit had kidnapped her to get the sheriff to give up but Dorothy had saved her and they went riding into the sunset on a horse named Libra.
I smiled as she left and turned to search for Trowa.
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
****
I hope you enjoy this chapter. My little sister and I do odd games like this, though she'd rather be the damsel in distress, and one of our dogs is the villan.
I'm sorry I didn't write extra chapters while ff.net was down. I was feeling a bit depressed this weekend, I still am. One of our dogs was put to sleep. I miss her.
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I barely suppressed my laughter. Quatre and Heero were holding hands underneath the table, their legs intertwined and hips softly touching. The blonde boy's cheeks were flushed and his mute boyfriend was having difficulties getting the fork to reach his mouth since he was a bit preoccupied watching Quatre.
The sight would have been sweeter and touching that funny if it weren't for the fact that Iria was oblivious to their interactions. Not only that, she was talking about how Quatre should begin thinking about dating someone. It took everything I had not to fall over laughing. I still had trouble swallowing without choking on my breakfast.
Hearing and soft chuckle to my side I saw Trowa had similar problems containing his humor. His visible eye was flashed with merriment and a tiny smile played upon his lips. His subtle nature was adorable.
Like the two smitten lovebirds to my right, my hand found its home within Trowa's calloused but surprisingly soft fingers. Our thighs pressed lightly together, causing our body heat to intermingle.
Finishing the remainder of my meal I brushed my hand against the back of my lover's neck as I moved to take my dishes to the kitchen. I smirked at the shiver that ran through him after the simple contact.
"Duo you don't have to take your dishes up. The servants will take care of it after the meal."
"I don't mind; besides I'm heading that way anyway, might as well spare them the trip."
She nodded and continues speaking to the oblivious blonde. Truth was I hated the idea of someone else doing simple tasks I was more than capable of doing for myself. It was like how I had more than enough money to buy cloths and stuff from the upper class stores, but I refused. After a childhood of second hand clothing and broken hand me down toys I hated the thought of spending lavish amounts of money or being pampered, unless Trowa was doing the pampering of course.
That's why I bought cloths from the less expensive stores; I even went second hand on occasion. I guess old habits die hard. True I had occasionally spent a bit of money of something I wanted, but it was a rarity.
I had seen a black leather jacket in the window of a New York store. The thing had cost more than some people's cars. It was leather, not gold for crying out loud. Not long after seeing the jacket I was window shopping for a winter coat in Toronto and what do you know, there's a black leather jacket just like it by some unknown company for sixty bucks. Sometimes I think that money makes the rich stupid.
Placing the dishes in the sink I quickly washed, rinsed and dried them. It then took nearly double the time to find out where to put them. I was now down to only my glass and I was about to shove it into the next cupboard I opened.
"It goes in the last cupboard on the left. It's right by the silver candlesticks."
Turing I saw a small girl with wheat colored hair. Relena was holding a blonde haired doll closely. I was beginning to wonder if she ever went anywhere without the miniature person by her side. It was kinda cute how much she loved the odd doll.
I placed the cup in its proper place and turned back to the young child.
"Thank you right much little lady. Now you wouldn't have seen any bandits around these here parts, would ya ma'am?"
She giggled and smiled, nodding here head. She held up the precious doll and for me to see and laughed again.
"This is Doll face Dorothy, the greatest bandit in the whole world."
"Oh, really? I'll just have to take her into the authorities them Ma'am, can't have murderous robbers taking honest people's money."
Relena then shook her head in a defiant no. She held the doll close and looked at me, daring me to take the toy."
"Dorothy is a good bandit. She takes money from the mean rich people and uses it to make nice people happy, and to have orphans find good homes. She doesn't kill people either; she uses a whip to take their guns and ties them up."
I smiled at her answer and leaned cowboy like against the counter. Tilting my imaginary hat downward over my eyes I pretended to think carefully. Cocking my head to the side I eyed her and the doll and smiled.
"Well in that case Ma'am, I've been looking for a good person to be sheriff of this here town. Think Dorothy would like the job?"
The small girl smiled and nodded before talking with here doll about all the desperados and bandits they were going to catch, and all the mean evil bankers they were going to jail up. Turning towards me she tugged at my shirt.
"Can I be the deputy?"
"Of course little lady. You'd make a fine deputy."
Smiling she chattered about how the mean bandit had kidnapped her to get the sheriff to give up but Dorothy had saved her and they went riding into the sunset on a horse named Libra.
I smiled as she left and turned to search for Trowa.
