Dear Diary,
Great news! It looks as though I won't have to go to silly school anymore. See, the old people used to pay together to send me, but now that I'm older I guess that it's now my job. I am a whole nine years old, going on ten. That's a decade, you know. That's what the cook said. And Rubella tells me every day that I shouldn't make myself a burden to others. SO I won't! They won't have to send me to school anymore, I can just stay home and watch Master Quatre.
His new friends are a little strange. They're all pretty quiet. 'cept that Mr. Duo guy. He likes to play. We played marbles once when I should've been working in the garden. I got in trouble with Rubella, but that's okay, it was fun. Master Maxwell (what I was told to call him, but he says I can say Mr. Duo) said that Mr. Woofie and Mr. Heero were no fun. They don't talk, he said. I suppose that's a bad thing. But I think it's not so bad. Master Quatre doesn't talk to me, but he's still Master Quatre, right? Right!
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It was difficult not to laugh at every "Woofie." If anyone else dared or even THOUGHT of calling Wufei by that name, they'd suffer a long and painful death. So Duo had met her before, too. And forgotten her. Like he had. Like Trowa had. Why was it that she almost had to die before anyone cared? Quatre felt a rock land in the pit of his stomach and something wet rising at the back of his throat. Not to mention the moisture that had begun to well up on his crystal blue eyes. She always saw no fault in him. So how was it he was so distraught with the guilt of every one of his actions or lack there of?
His gaze wondered to the bedside table... it was littered with photographs and picture frames. His sad smile broadened. Pictures of Quatre and Trowa, of Woofie, Duo and Heero... photography wasn't the biggest priority of the pilots. Especially since it left a mark of who they are and what they look like. But after the war... they immortalized the greatest and fondest memories. When she got her first camera, she went crazy.
"We have no pictures!" she squealed. And took pictures of everyone she could. Most of the pictures she kept close to her, or shrunk to wallet size... So she would always have them close to her, at her bedside. His eyes returned to the scribbles on the pages, and continued to read with semi-blurry vision.
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Dear Diary,
I checked on Master Woofie today. He was practicing kung fu or something in the woodsy part of the estate. I think he knew I was there, 'cause he had this mean sneer on his face, but I hid deeper in the bushes. He seemed kinda scary, but when he does all those cool moves and stuff, he looks... happy. Well, not happy in a Master Quatre type happy, but not unhappy. I guess it just takes different things to keep people happy. Master Duo sir needs a lot of excitement. He's always flirting with the younger maids and stuff and bothering all the other sirs, it really gets tons of people mad, like Rubella. I think it's funny.
Master Heero I dunno yet 'cause he's usually in his room, and most of my duties are outside in the yard. Rubella thinks I'll break something if I'm inside, and it's unsafe for children to be in the kitchen. Maybe one day, he'll come outside to play.
I don't get to see much of Master Quatre or Master Trowa either. They're usually inside dealing with Winner family things. Or at least I think so. There must be a lot of stuff to do since he got back. I wish to see him again. Master Quatre has something special about him. It makes everything shine bright, like his eyes. And sunny too, like his hair. I'm gonna do just like Daddy and serve Master Quatre for the rest of my days. And very happily too.
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The markings... they were smeared. Why? Quatre looked down at the small damp circles that settled into the paper, and they could only come from one place. He brought his fingers up to his cheek finding the sleek trails left from his own tears. So pure. Her love for him was so pure. In truth he had been busy indoors... the return home had meant he had to settle a lot of unaccounted for bank statements and such, but all in all, his sisters took good care of the estate in his father's wake.
He remembered that day clearly. Forever engraved into his memories. His family was put into a tailspin when the colony turned against them. Quatre himself went ... crazy. Filled with awesome hatred and bitterness towards OZ, and even the colonies. The atrocities to come at the hands of himself carried out by Wing Zero... were unforgivable. And although he could never appease, Quatre found himself now... that peace was here, hoping that he could find penitence in his actions towards man everyday to follow. And still his actions never were once bestowed upon this child since he'd returned. It could have brought peace to only suffice for a selected few, but Quatre could not forgive himself for the crimes against this one small innocent. A guiltful sigh left him as he wiped his face on his sleeve, determined to continue reading.
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Dear Diary,
All the servants are talking. About Master Quatre and Master Trowa. They say I'm too young to understand. But I don't see why not. I love Master Quatre. Lots of people do. Why wouldn't his friends love him too? They must be close friends 'cause they're always together. Sorta like Master Duo and Master Heero. Although they fight all the time, or I think so. Mister Duo sir is always screaming at Master Heero, and Mister Heero sir just stands there ignoring whatever he's going on about. I think that's just how Master Heero is. Sometimes he smiles though kinda. Very quiet. Like Master Woofie.
Master Quatre is much too good for Master Trowa. Well, at least I think so. I think Master Quatre is too good for anybody though. He's so great. I still have that bubble wand I got for my birthday, and I have that ribbon on right now! Master Duo said it's pretty, too. But I think he was just being nice or trying to get Rubella mad. I dunno. I think Master Duo is likes people who get red in the face.
I should check out Master Trowa next. 'cause he's got intentions to Master Quatre. As his loyal servant it is my duty to make sure that it is in Master Quatre's best interest. I don't know what that means, but Rasheed says it all the time.