I'll Love You in Silence
Chapter 5
Meeting the Mansion
By Guera

Sorry for the yearlong wait. I need the break. I'm glad I finally got to update, Lost Love, Lost Prince and Marriage? will be updated maybe in a week or two, I need time and with Spring Break coming up soon, I might get ahead on my writing. I have so many stories I want to publish, and I will, eventually. I love the long review, thank you Bibliomaniac. I will answer your questions now:

Heero's and Silvia's relationship will be explained, maybe the next chapter. Relena is in this chapter, though Heero will not be (thoughts don't count do they?) Relena's character and past will be examined more, maybe a whole flashback chapter for everything. I doubt Milliardo can change, but maybe he will. This story will hopefully be long and with longer chapters. Thank you so much! I love reviews.

"Relena, I want you to meet the people who live here." Mrs. Peacecraft said slowly. Although it wasn't necessary for Relena to read her lips, she smiled.

Relena had stayed her first night at the mansion, waking up in a strange bed had at first scared her but she soon recovered her recent memory and felt no alarm afterwards. This was her new home. It was early in the morning, so she took her time in exploring the large mansion. There were two floors, the second floor had several bedroom, including her own. She did not know who they belonged to, only that some were empty. She enjoyed those the most. The first floor contained a library. she went there first, it was a dark room. The only light in them came from lamps, no windows anywhere. Dark pieces of furniture was scattered everywhere, al around, no order or function. They were just there. Cupboards stood against the wall, with several books. Large, long books. Classics, fiction, many assortments.

Next was the living room, which was much brighter. Windows were all around, early morning light shone in. Sofas and elegantly decorated chairs filled the room. This was where Mrs. Peacecraft led Relena to make her decision. A decision that changed her life. A decision that will lead her to somehow know more about the family, newly found, she never before had. This was not a plea for attention, she led a happy life but yet during the course of her youth she felt a deep fragment of her heart and life missing. Hoping to refill it for the better.

The dining room contained, of course, a table. And chairs, such a big table it was. All of the children Relena teaches could sit at this table a the same time. Here, like every other room in the mansion, was beautifully decorated with exquisite paintings and decorations. All the rooms began to look alike.

The kitchen caught her attention the most. It was somewhat simple, yet cozy. Much like her old home. She was not used to such riches and beauty all around her at all hours. In the kitchen sat an old man, who had opened the door for them when she first arrived. He was eating his breakfast. A young man sat as his side, talking to the old man excitedly. Who could he be? A petite woman was walking around the small table in the center of the kitchen with cereal in her hand. She set the place in front of the young man. She spoke something but Relena could not understand her lips, as she spoke a different language.

She was, as Relena later found out, Spanish. Her name is Rosa, she is married to Pagean, the old man who greeted them at the door. The young man sitting at the table is their son, Ricardo, Ricky for short. Rosa was a sweet woman with an overly kind heart. Pagaen is a sweet man, who smiles a great deal. Ricky is always smiling also, out of pleasure. He has short dark hair and is very tanned. These three people were a family. Small, but appreciated. These were only some of the people that lived in the mansion, there were many more.

Rosa spoke again to here, this time in English. She had asked if Relena wanted breakfast, Relena nodded. Rosa asked what she would like, Relena pointed to the cereal at the table. She would like some cereal. Rosa nodded and began to go for the dishes. Relena saw this and stopped her, she pointed herself and took the bowl from Rosa. Relena preferred making her own breakfast. She was not to be waited on by others. Rosa did not understand who this woman was, only knew she would live with her. Relena had the bowl, then served herself some cereal with milk. She sat across from the old man and his son at the table. they looked at her oddly but said nothing.

Ricky attempted to make conversation but Relena could only manage to nod or disagree with his questions. During a question she attempted to make them understand with sign language but it was much too difficult and lasting, in the end they barely understood her meaning. Relena gave up in their conversation and ate quickly to leave the room. She had to leave, she could not be late.

Although she intended to leave the house, Mrs. Peacecraft had other intentions for her. Relena left the kitchen and was found by her, she tried to make her understand that she had to leave, but Mrs. Peacecraft wouldn't see of it. Now, Relena was standing impatiently at her side while she introduced each and every single person that entered the living room. First was Milliardo, the first person she had met besides Mrs. Peacecraft also lived in the mansion. He doubted she was in fact the true granddaughter. in fact she had no other proof other than those artifacts. He claimed those artifacts were fake, despite their quality. He insulted her when he saw once again. He held out his ears as if to hear her better, Relena slapped him. This time Milliardo did not allow her the pleasure of it and grabbed her arm before it made contact with his face. She immediately freed herself form his grasp and stepped away from Milliardo as quickly as she could, still holding her wrist. Milliardo left as quickly as he came, not bothering to make conversation with Mrs. Peacecraft.

The next person that happily waltzed into the room was Lucy Lowe, daughter of Odin Lowe. She was a very sweet person, with short black hair down below her ears, her eyes were deep purple. They held a brilliance of true innocence, Lucy was barely becoming the age of an adult. she was still young and enjoyed every minute. At barely the legal age of making her own decisions, she loved living at the mansion. Relena liked Lucy, she seemed familiar, especially her eyes. Maybe, a long lost memory that desires to be resurfaced and remembered. Soon Lucy had to leave to go to a class, she attended college nearby still continuing her education.

Relena was soon getting anxious to meet others so she could leave to work. Relena needed to leave, not that she wanted to, but her job is important to the children as well as herself. The children she taught became like her own, their troubles became hers, their pain was felt by her. She needed to be with those children much more than they needed her to teach them. A motherly instinct overwhelmed her desire of knowing her true family and she freed herself from the tight grasp of Mrs. Peacecraft. She quickly addressed her apology so that it was understandable as possible. But as she turned to leave a body of flesh stood in her way.

"Well, well. Who is this?" Said an overly excited voice. Someone gripped Relena's shoulders tightly and directed her back to face Mrs. Peacecraft. This situation was getting exasperating for the new occupant of the household. "Mother, who is this?" Siad the woman in an almost accusing voice. Calmly the mother of this overexcited woman answered.

"Angelica, calm yourself. That is Relena." She dropped onto a nearby chair waiting for the reaction. The name, Angelica recognized the name, it was that of her deceased niece. It couldn't be her, its just a coincidence, were Angelica's thoughts as she looked at the person she had in her grasp.

"Relena who?" She said unconsciously as she noticed the features. Light blondish straight hair, with matching sweet blue eyes.

"Relena Peacecraft, my granddaughter." She paused. "Your niece." As soon as these words reached Angelica's ears she practically threw Relena as if she were some sort of acidic object burning her hands. Relena tried to balance herself but instead she slowly fall and for the second time that morning crashed into an occupant of her new home. Only rather than being treated like an object, she was greeted with kindness. The person caught her in a sort of hug.

"Oh, my." She said with a small laugh. Straightening Relena so she could stand, the woman smiled at her. "There." Relena stood there watching this woman, who she had never met before, helping her.

"Relena, dear, Relena."Said Mrs. Peacecraft but she couldn't hear her, finally a hand touched Relena on her shoulder to grab her attention and relena turned to face her; she saw what Mrs. Peacecraft had to say. "It's alright, Relena. These two are my daughters, your aunts. Angelica," she said pointing to the woman who believed her to be acid. Angelica Karin Lowe Peacecraft. Mother of two of her own and one of her husband and married to who she believes is a wonderful man in her moment of happiness. Her two children Lucy, who Relena had met earlier and Trowa. She is also stepmother of another, a son of her husband. A person who Relena had met before. Angelica with her dark blonde hair, squinted her eyes at Relena and her nose seemed to expand in length. Mrs. Peacecraft only faintly smiled at this and turned to her other daughter. ", and Alma."

The woman who had helped Relena smiled and held out her hand.

"You look just like your mother and just a bit like your father." she said to Relena. Relena let out a wide smile and hugged her fiercely. Relena then quickly let go, kissed Mrs. Peacecraft and waved goodbye. Relena exited the mansion.

"I wonder where she's off to." Mrs. Peacecraft muttered. Angelica turned and crossed her arms.

"Well, its obvious she's quite rude. Mother, how could you have let her into our home? She doesn't have the grace to be a Peacecraft; did you see how she was dressed in those rags, Alma?" Alma looked down at the floor.

"I thought she looked quite natural."

"You don't know what you're talking about. Mother, do you have any proof she's our niece? what if she's just pretending so she could con you out of some money/" Angelica sat down on a chair in the adjacent room. Both women followed her into the brightly lit room.

"I don't need any proof. I don't doubt her identity."

"We should submit her to a DNA test."

"That would have to be her decision. I have no intention to force her to do that."

Relena immediately ran out of the mansion. She began to close the door behind her; however, a young man in shorts and a muscle shirt came running up the steps and held the door open. A young woman came running up after him, heavily panting and blurting out incoherent sentences at the young man. Relena smiled and skipped down some steps down to the ground level. She ran off hurriedly to the side of the mansion. Jumping onto a nearby two-wheel vehicle, she sped off to the road with her clothes flapping behind her.

Winner School for the Hearing and Speaking Impaired

(Relena, why were you late?) A rushing Hilde "told" Relena as she ran to class. It became pointless to glance at her wristwatch, the class had already began without the teacher in the room.

(I'll tell you later.) Relena responded before Hilde entered her own classroom. Relena still ran down the hall. The sound of her shoes resounded on the hall walls, although she remained oblivious to it, as did most of the students. She slid to the door 312 of her class and hurriedly opened the door. She expected the class to be disorderly and all the children scattered about, but to her surprise they were all in their appropriate seats, staring at the person at the front. Only it was not their teacher, it was another person, a man. His blond hair shined in the light. He made signs to the students and they clearly understood. he turned to see Relena and waved lightly. She nervously smiled at him then at the class.

"I heard about your move, and I wanted to speak to you. I was talking to your class until the moment you arrived. They're very bright." He said to her, turning his back to the class.

(Quatre, thank you. What did you want to say?) Relena said with her hands, obstructing the class's view of them with Quatre.

He stepped behind her to her desk, disorderly and messy. He took a box from it and gave it to her.

"A gift, so you can keep in touch with me and Hilde while you live at the mansion." Quatre said handing it to her and smiling widely.

She took it and lifted the box cover. It was a telephone with a keyboard. She looked at it with wonder. She gave Quatre a questionable look.

"It's a telephone with a keyboard so you can talk with Hilde. She and I have one like it. I wanted you to have it, so we can keep in touch." He headed for her hand on the box. They touched and she allowed them, an image spurred in her mind. A man with strange blue colored eyes and brown hair smiling at her.