Reason to Live: Triela's Diary

Entry 2: Mario Possi

December 23rd,

Dear, Diary

It all started yesterday after I had an argument with Hillshire about whether he should just pump me up with more conditioning after what I've done to Giacomotti from Camorra, our now-deceased target. What did I do wrong, seriously? I just shot him to SAVE HIS GODDAMN LIFE!! He's pulling his pistol! As we are, he IS threatening to kill Hillshire, and as we are programmed to we were supposed to keep our handler safe! What? He's about to slap me because of that…? What the heck's wrong with him? Jeez…at least we got him in the trunk.

Eventually, I spent the rest of my morning in my room with my shotgun only in my under garments, recalling what I did wrong. Yes, it was my fault. I knew that. Hillshire is right, but I just need to find what is wrong with it. Hillshire, Hillshire, Hillshire…what did I do wrong? Answer me…! Of course, doing something conspicuous like attracts attention, such as my roommate Claes. She did asked what I was doing and I answered 'meditation'.

"Liar…" I said to myself after I read her sentence. "You said you're having your 'cramps' again and is meditating to keep the pain away…here it says you're love sick due to the 'medication'!"

Hours later, we decided to move to Napoli in search of a guy named Mario Possi who is a former mafia leader. Hillshire told me that he knew him way back for some apparent reasons. We're thinking of giving him 'immunity' until he gives his testimony in the court. Eventually, we managed to find him where I was caught in a mess with the Mafia. Well, it wouldn't have to happen IF he didn't try to escape. Goddamn it, Hillshire even forced me to enter the MALE RESTROOM! Good thing no one enters because God-knows what will happen to Hillshire next!

I start chuckling before letting out a small laugh, wiping little tears from my eye. Triela sure has a lot of story to tell…

Eventually I managed to caught up with him and save his fat-ass from causing anymore menace towards me. He did notice that I was in pain due to my regular cramps…well, I AM growing up! But that doesn't matter…what I managed to learn from him I why he returned to Napoli; to see his daughter and send his gift to her personally. Guess a child needs a father after all. So, after a few other unimportant conversations involving where I was found before I join the agency, I let Mario go and told Hillshire that I lost him. Heck, I swear I can see he didn't trust me when I told him.

By the end of the day, we were strolling around Napoli until he says we should go shopping; to go look for a dress or cute shoes for me. Crap, now I wonder why I decided to skip that. Stupid…stupid, STUPID TRIELA!! STUPID ME!!

"That's right!" I say letting out a giggle while checking my silent surrounding "I can guess you're too embarrassed to say 'yes' to your ex-'Prince Charming'!"

Now I wonder why I responded as follows: 'I like the feeling I get when I tie my necktie…and the clack clack noise my leather shoes make'…now why did I say that? As he listened to my words, I remember he gave a slightly disappointed smile. For some reason that day, his flattering didn't get on my nerves. Well, I think it's good to have a day like that once a year…

I sigh with a smile printed on my face after I finish reading her second entry, "Now I wonder why you aren't THIS hussy to Frederick, Triela?" then I pause...stupid question. And so, I turn towards the next page...

December 24th,

Dear, Diary…