Silence
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
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I'm sorry about the lag in updates, to say the least this week has been rather hectic. Good or bad news, depending on your view, is that I'm nearing the complettion of Silence. I'd say it will be about 4 or 5 chapters more. After that I'm going to start work on my next story.
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The past few weeks had flown by and yet they seemed like a lifetime. If I tried to remember life before coming here it seems like the last wisps of a dream, fading into memory.
The past two weeks have been even more unbelievably perfect. I like Iria, she's a wonderful person but since she went on her trip I've gotten so much more time to spend with Quatre. I love every moment of it.
Quatre, it's amazing how much he's changing me without even trying. It feels as if something inside of me is melting away with every second I'm with him. Like ice melting and cracking as it hits the sea. Not only that I'm more open with how I feel that I have ever been before. Even Relena knows how much I care for him.
I stared at the small box I now held in my hands. Relena had been beaming when she half skipped into my room. She had motioned for me to lean over and she whispered into my ear. Apparently she had found the box in a musty corner of a half forgotten attic. Some how she had convinced me to fix it up and give it to Quatre.
Now that I think of it, that might not be such a good idea. The box belongs to someone in he house, perhaps even my blonde prince. It would be rude to give someone something they already owned.
Yet, I wanted to fix it, it was a beautiful piece of work despite the crack and dust, but more than that. Something about it was indescribable.
Laying it down on my desk I searched through my old belongings and found my make shift repair kit and art supplies. Glancing in the direction of Quatre's room I got to work.
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I can't believe how much things have changed over the past few weeks. It's been over two months but it feels like an instant and a eternity all at once.
I love my sisters but I have to admit that it's nice to be without them for a while. They've all tried to be mothers to me instead of sisters and it seems that they are beginning to see I need siblings not twenty nine over eager mother hens. Not only that, but with them away for a while I've been able to get to know Heero, and spend time with him without worrying about what they may think or say.
Heero, he's changed me so much and he didn't even have to try. I feel happier than I can ever remember being. Being with him makes me feel calm and lightheaded at the same time. It's as if I'm being swept off my feet by the sea. Not only am I experiencing emotions as if it were the first time, according to Duo I'm showing true emotion instead of filtered feelings perfected to an art form. It must be true if even Relena can see how I feel.
My fingers run over the small chest Relena had handed to me. She had been excited, her footsteps were quick and cheerful, almost a skip but not quite. She had tugged at my hand so that I leaned forward, letting her whisper I my ear as if her words were a special secret.
I'm still not sure how such a young girl can be so persuasive, but somehow she had managed to convince me to give the chest and its contents to Heero. Now that I think about it, it might not be such a good idea. Heero might take it the wrong way, seeing it as charity or a second hand gift. Perhaps I should just put it back in the attic, but it seems so perfect for him.
I remember when I had gone with my mother on her shopping expeditions. Instead of cloths and perfume like other women of wealth she loved to look through dusty antique shops for hidden treasures. We had gone into a small family owned shop and near a katana was the little chest. I had stared at it as my mother searched the store and noticing my captivation she had bought it for me.
The family who owned the shop had a boy my age who had looked ready to kill when my mother said we wanted to buy it. He had mentioned something about it belonging to his friend and that they shouldn't sell it. His parents comforted him but replied that they would probably never see the former owner again and they couldn't turn away business. Sighing in defeat the boy turned away as the chest was sold, his onyx eyes piercing me as I left the shop with mother.
I placed the chest down and moved to get some polish and cloth. I could feel the dust that has accumulated over the years and I wasn't about to give it to Heero with grime covering it.
By: Silent Lullaby
I hold no claim to Gundam wing. However the story is mine.
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I'm sorry about the lag in updates, to say the least this week has been rather hectic. Good or bad news, depending on your view, is that I'm nearing the complettion of Silence. I'd say it will be about 4 or 5 chapters more. After that I'm going to start work on my next story.
****
The past few weeks had flown by and yet they seemed like a lifetime. If I tried to remember life before coming here it seems like the last wisps of a dream, fading into memory.
The past two weeks have been even more unbelievably perfect. I like Iria, she's a wonderful person but since she went on her trip I've gotten so much more time to spend with Quatre. I love every moment of it.
Quatre, it's amazing how much he's changing me without even trying. It feels as if something inside of me is melting away with every second I'm with him. Like ice melting and cracking as it hits the sea. Not only that I'm more open with how I feel that I have ever been before. Even Relena knows how much I care for him.
I stared at the small box I now held in my hands. Relena had been beaming when she half skipped into my room. She had motioned for me to lean over and she whispered into my ear. Apparently she had found the box in a musty corner of a half forgotten attic. Some how she had convinced me to fix it up and give it to Quatre.
Now that I think of it, that might not be such a good idea. The box belongs to someone in he house, perhaps even my blonde prince. It would be rude to give someone something they already owned.
Yet, I wanted to fix it, it was a beautiful piece of work despite the crack and dust, but more than that. Something about it was indescribable.
Laying it down on my desk I searched through my old belongings and found my make shift repair kit and art supplies. Glancing in the direction of Quatre's room I got to work.
****
I can't believe how much things have changed over the past few weeks. It's been over two months but it feels like an instant and a eternity all at once.
I love my sisters but I have to admit that it's nice to be without them for a while. They've all tried to be mothers to me instead of sisters and it seems that they are beginning to see I need siblings not twenty nine over eager mother hens. Not only that, but with them away for a while I've been able to get to know Heero, and spend time with him without worrying about what they may think or say.
Heero, he's changed me so much and he didn't even have to try. I feel happier than I can ever remember being. Being with him makes me feel calm and lightheaded at the same time. It's as if I'm being swept off my feet by the sea. Not only am I experiencing emotions as if it were the first time, according to Duo I'm showing true emotion instead of filtered feelings perfected to an art form. It must be true if even Relena can see how I feel.
My fingers run over the small chest Relena had handed to me. She had been excited, her footsteps were quick and cheerful, almost a skip but not quite. She had tugged at my hand so that I leaned forward, letting her whisper I my ear as if her words were a special secret.
I'm still not sure how such a young girl can be so persuasive, but somehow she had managed to convince me to give the chest and its contents to Heero. Now that I think about it, it might not be such a good idea. Heero might take it the wrong way, seeing it as charity or a second hand gift. Perhaps I should just put it back in the attic, but it seems so perfect for him.
I remember when I had gone with my mother on her shopping expeditions. Instead of cloths and perfume like other women of wealth she loved to look through dusty antique shops for hidden treasures. We had gone into a small family owned shop and near a katana was the little chest. I had stared at it as my mother searched the store and noticing my captivation she had bought it for me.
The family who owned the shop had a boy my age who had looked ready to kill when my mother said we wanted to buy it. He had mentioned something about it belonging to his friend and that they shouldn't sell it. His parents comforted him but replied that they would probably never see the former owner again and they couldn't turn away business. Sighing in defeat the boy turned away as the chest was sold, his onyx eyes piercing me as I left the shop with mother.
I placed the chest down and moved to get some polish and cloth. I could feel the dust that has accumulated over the years and I wasn't about to give it to Heero with grime covering it.
