Dear Diary,
Master Quatre's home! Everyone's so busy making the plans for him coming home. Can you believe it? A party! I hope the others will let me stay up. I'm nine years old, I'm not a child! It would be great to see Master Quatre again. He's very kind. Even when he was at war, on my last birthday, Rasheed gave me a brand new bottle of bubbles with a little wand and he said it was from Master Quatre. Even with all the fighting and stuff, Mr. Quatre's heart is still the biggest ever. Rasheed told me that he was there right after I was born, which is the least I can say for my momma. I'm not mad that she died or anything, if she was still around she probably wouldn't let me follow Master Quatre. I know Daddy didn't like it either, but he was too old to say no. He called it "stalking". I always thought a stalk was something on a plant or a veggie. I didn't know Daddy very well either, he died when I was a baby, too. Master Quatre was there, and he even held my hand and said it'd be okay! And of course it was, see? Mr. Quatre's always right.
The cook says that Master Quatre's coming back with all the guys who went to help him fight, including Rasheed. I wonder if Master Quatre would have to see how much I've grown. (Well at least all the ladies say I have all the time. They pinch my cheeks ALL the time and they get all screechy when they're talking.) I have to get all dressed up for the party tonight. Master Quatre'll love my dress, I just know it! Well, even if he doesn't he'll say he does 'cause he's just super like that. I hope his friends are nice. The cook told me that he had a handful of other friends coming to stay for a while, too, until they decide where they're gonna go. I guess the war is messing everybody up. I haven't really noticed much. 'cept for when Master Winner died. I never saw Master Quatre that sad before EVER. I really hope I never do again. He's much too cute. Anyway, Rubella (the head maid lady who doesn't like me very much) is yelling at me to get ready. She's the same mean lady who screams at me to get up every morning for school. I hope, with Mr. Quatre back, I might be given more duties and I can stay home more and be around Master Quatre and his new friends.
----
Quatre instinctively winced at the mention of "master." Although she no longer calls him that now, and hasn't for a long time, it took her months to break the habit. Quatre sighed as his fingers pinched the next page. Had he really been such an idol? In his sheltered youth he had no idea the affect he had on people, let alone children... When the war came, he knew his place, his role - to bring peace. That was his affect. Too big a picture. Maybe it was his blond hair and blue eyes. The perfect combination, and his slight figure. Trowa had been the same way at first... "Look but don't touch." All the while, he wished he would find such a jewel, and he did in Trowa. And then her. If he could only lose that tag... the "goody goody" tag. He blew up a colony for crying out loud, that's not the work of a saint or a god - unless it be a vengeful one or a fallen angel. He couldn't bare to think of the stigma that he'd inlaid in this poor nine year old, or anyone else. That Rasheed... he meant well by giving her gift on Quatre's behalf, but he just reinforced it. But he couldn't take himself away from reading on.
----
Dear Diary,
I should be in bed, but everyone is still down at the party. No staying up late for me. But I got to see Master Quatre again!!! We all saw his friends, they stood in front on the stage. The party was outside in the back... y'know just by that maze garden thing and with that statue in the center. I still get goose bumps when I notice how big this place is, and that I live here! Well, only in a small corner of it, but I love it all the same. Master Quatre stood up all king like and happily said "hi" and stuff to everyone and then told us his friends names : Heero Yooee, Duo Maxwell, Woofie Chang, and Trowa Bartun. And Rasheed got a big hello too, along with all the other fighters. I think the cook had been dipping into the wine before the party 'cause he was dancing with his shirt off. I dunno what else happened because Rubella snatched me up and covered my eyes and carried me off to the side of the estate where I was given dinner and told to wash up and go to my room. Here I am! Pretty stupid to make me fit for a new dress and only let me wear it for a little while. Hmph. Master Quatre didn't get a good look at all. But he was probably too busy anyway. I'm so little, I'd be last in line to see him anyway. He never comes to visit the servant quarters no more, and I asked Rasheed if I did something wrong. He said that Master Quatre had big things to do, and then Rubella said that he couldn't be bothered by little kids.
I guess they are right. But some day I'll get to see him and his smile too. He has a really pretty smile, and it's good 'cause he likes to smile a lot too. His hair is the prettiest blond ever! I wish my hair was blond... it's just bland brown. Almost black. And it's so plain. Not like Master Quatre's. Daddy used to tell me that Master Quatre was one of the most beautifulest babies ever - me being another one. I wish I had blue eyes too. His eyes are a pretty clear skyish blue. Like that ribbon I found at school that one day, it's my favorite ribbon, I wear it in my hair ALL the time because it makes me think of Master Quatre's eyes. My eyes look dusty. They're not white, and not gray. I wish they were blue.
----
Didn't she know how precious she was? How beautiful? No. No one was there to tell her. So smart, even then, just in her words. A proud smile graced Quatre's lips... She never played with children her own age, then again, neither did he. He remembered her father, he was a year or two passed middle-aged when she'd been born, and was stricken with cancer of some kind. Her father had worked under "Master Winner" and the shock of his death had been soon followed with that of his loyal servant. Quatre still now had a problem remembering her mother. When he was young, he'd try to get away from the female persuasion as best he can, although Quatre had seen her mother several times.
'Too young,' his platinum locks shifted as he nodded his head. Her mother died in child birth, leaving her father very embittered towards her. Damned if "Master Quatre" would ever notice. Her father was still loyal to him, what should it matter if he was to his daughter? The young child that time forgot. And who had a talent for spelling names. He smirked. She never did stop calling "Wufei" "Woofie."
The Arabian ex-pilot began to flashback briefly to first moments he'd met her. He had been playing hide and seek with Rasheed when Quatre found two maids fussing over a child. He snuck up close and quietly watched. Babies didn't just fall from the sky did they? Even the child Quatre at age seven knew that. When he popped out of the bushes to ask, needless to say Rasheed found him.
His brow creased. Quatre remembered how the maids... he couldn't bother thinking of their names now... how they fussed to keep this child out of his hair. Did they really see such a need to free Quatre of worry? It was by coincidence that he had been there, and he has supposed that everyone was pulling him away from "woman things," which he was glad to escape. It wasn't until he was several years older had he understood. Quatre would have other things to worry about, like keeping alive and fighting for the colonies. He couldn't possibly be bothered with the orphan child in the barracks of the servantry. When he remembered now, with his head thrown back over the side of the bed and the journal to his heart, he could see the faces. Maybe it was a side effect of knowing you've killed people. Or maybe with age, you become more objective or perceptive of everything. Quatre still wasn't sure, but he saw the faces. Rasheed's smiling mask as he tried a nice way to say, "That's just an orphan, forget about it." Or the maids waving their hands to ward him from lifting the tiny bundle of joy to courtly remark "Not to get attached."
Quatre felt it was through some part of his sisters that she was allowed to stay. The Winner Family had been where she was born, like Quatre and his sisters, it would be wrong to send her to an orphanage. The other servants probably assumed that her father would want the blood line to continue in service to the Winner name. It shouldn't have mattered to think about it now. She had stayed. And couldn't have possibly known that she would change "Master Quatre's" life forever. He turned the page.