Silence

By: Silent Lullaby

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

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The dust tickles my nose and makes me want to sneeze. I wonder why they call them dust bunnies; I never saw a bunny look like that. More like dust spiders with extra legs.

I blow softly and a puff of gray fuzz floats off of my hair and into the air. There it hovers until slowly falling onto a pile of boxes near by. Maybe they are dust pixies instead, with a lot of fuzzy hair.

Getting up off of my knees I lifted the lid of the top box causing the dust pixie to fall onto the ground. I placed the lid beside it and looked inside.

On top was a clear glass jar filled with broken bits of shells and pretty stones. Wiping away the grime they shimmered brightly in the soft light from the window.

I moved them to the side and dug in deeper. It contained old photographs, most showed girls in different dresses playing with either a pretty blonde woman in the background watching or playing with them. In a few there was a serious but kind looking man, he played too but often just watched the little girls and sat with the pretty woman.

After finishing with the first bow I put everything back and laid it to the side. Moving on to the blue box that was underneath the first.

It held more photos, but now there were more girls. The ones from the first batch of photos were older. Now they played piano and painted while the younger ones played with balls and flowers in the yard.

I searched through three more boxes. Each held photos and little mementos. A pink shell from a beach trip, a pressed flower for a picnic lunch. The oldest girls were gone from most of the pictures, they were young women now. They came back in the holiday pictures and a few from vacations but they didn't play piano, or sleep on a couch anymore.

Moving on I picked up a gray box and looked inside. Now there was a new baby, there hadn't been one for a while. He was a pretty little boy, he looked like the woman. As he grew in the photos he danced a lot with the woman and smiles brightly. Then it changed. The woman didn't come back in the pictures and the boy didn't smile.

By now all the girls were gone from most of the photographs. In the last few the man who had grown more serious and less kind disappeared as well.

Finally the last photo held the little boy standing by two gravestones, Lilies in hand. He didn't smile as he stood between the stones. He just stared into nothing like he was lost.

"I feel bad for him, he looks so sad Dorothy."

The blonde haired doll said nothing but to me she looked thoughtful. I sat her on one of the boxes so she could face me.

"All those girls were Quatre's sisters, and the boy was Quatre wasn't it. It looks like him. I can't remember all his sisters but I know I saw Iria."

Dorothy tilted forward slightly as she sat. Her head nodding and a little hint of a sad smile from under blonde bangs was all I could see of her face.

"He's not so sad anymore. Not like in the pictures. He smiles a lot when Heero is with him. Heero smiles too. I think they make each other happy."

A breeze entered from the half opened window, blowing Dorothy back so that her hands resting on her lap so that her arms held her up. She smiled brightly with her head tilted slightly to the side. She had a hint of a smirk like she knew something I didn't.

"I know they like each other too Dorothy, I saw them kissing in the hallway yesterday."

The way the light shone on her face Dorothy looked almost like she was pouting. But the cloud moved from the sun and she smiled happily again.

I moved a little, my were tired from sitting still so long. My foot hit the box and Dorothy fell over the side into another box.

"I'm sorry are you okay Dorothy?"

I pushed the bits of paper to the side and found Dorothy sitting on a little wooden chest right next to a broken music box, smiling like she had accomplished some great quest.

I lifted her and the two little mementos out of the dusty box. Brushing bits of paper from her hair.

"What's this? I don't think I saw this before. I must have missed it."

Opening the chest up I smiled. There was a very pretty necklace inside. The music box was pretty too it still played music though it seemed like the song was meant to be happier.

"Don't tell anyone Dorothy. I'm going to take this down and get Quatre to give it to Heero. I'll even fix up the music box so Heero can give it to Quatre in return. That should make them both happy."

Dorothy smiled as I picked her up and put her in my front pocket. Carried the music bow and chest I made my way down from the attic.