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A/N: I won't give any specific limit to the amount of chapters this story will have (I learned my lesson long ago) I'll just update according to what character POV my muse decides to flush out to me. But feel free to suggest any character you might like to have written and I'll try my best.
Heine's Hiney.
Dullindal's POV.
Memoirs of a Paedophile.
Aah, the feel of young skin. The vibrancy of youth. The spunk possessed by the next generation rulers. I have decided that for my first non-official rule over PLANT is to have a Children's Day; one that would be filled with many joys, the pleasure able moments spent just watching, enjoying the feel of-ah ... err ... cough. Pardon me, I had not noticed your presence there. Now where was I? Oh yes.
I was just dwelling on the fond, fond memories that I will cherish for eternity, of the time I was graced enough to have spent with Heine Westenfluss under me-I mean my command. He was a good boy, always willing to go the extra mile please me; willing to obey my every command. Meer was quite fond of him as well, thought I doubt her liking was quite as massive as mine was. I would have to say that he was one of the most willing, the most beautiful and resilient person that I have ever had working below me-I mean my command.
Raww would have found him quite fascinating as well, I suspect. Though, I am not foolish enough not to have noticed his infatuation with Athrun Zala, and even Commander Jule. I can't help but reticence on the old times we had spent together, wooing, ogling and appreciating the beauty that is youth. Sometimes when I am alone, I can still feel his presence beside me, it is as if his spirit is still with me at times. I do miss him greatly.
It is quite hard to go on day by day without someone to talk with, share intimate talks that we could not share with outsiders ... perhaps, with the exception of Lacus Clyne's right hand man, Malchio. I can't help but envy him at times. Even that Natural, La Flaga, though he pains me to see his ignorance to the beauty that he's surrounded by day by day, perhaps death was his penance.
Heine's death was indeed tragic. Taken out because of his own mistake. I cannot put all the blame on him though, if it wasn't for Freedom, this would have never happened. Freedom is starting to be a thorn in my side that I must have removed soon before it becomes an infection. Athrun has also started to become somewhat questioning, but Shinn on the other hand (a fiery, fiery boy) seems to have developed quite an intense grudge against Freedom's pilot and that would perhaps work itself well into my plan.
Once the Destiny plan is put into motion, there will no longer be any ugly, plain and talent less people out there for they will all be perfect in every aspect, and even start to become ripe for the picking :D
End Dullindal.
Well … I thought this was the weakest one by far. Can't help it, though, I lost inspiration half way though.
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