Reason to Live: Triela's Diary

Entry 8: Song of Joy

December 31st,

Dear, Diary

So today's the last day of the year. The SWA headquarters got themselves decorated, and the staffs were getting ready for the New Year. But of course, we have our own plans. Claes and Henrietta planned us to go to the range and watch the meteor shower. Well it is a clear sky after all! Why waste the chance when they've come up with the plan? So anyways, Hillshire decided to (finally) took me for a walk around Rome. Not much actually, just sight seeing.

"Yeah, just sight seeing huh? You seemed veeeeery cheerful when you returned to the agency with the flower." I said with glee while fixing my glasses

Along the way, I came up with the thought of buying Angie a bouquet of flower. Sure, not much. The price will land on Hillshire's money anyway so I can just ask him kindly with the best puppy face I can put in. And yes, he buys it without suspicion. Besides, I heard from Hillshire himself that Angie is feeling better and will be returned operating in the field soon enough.

As usual, today I was dressed-sorry-cross dressed again with my usual outfit that comes with a long trench coat, a neck tie…all those sort of stuff. I am getting used to it, so wearing it all day isn't much of a big problem. Anyways, I noticed Claes outside working on her Vegetable garden; which is coming together quite nicely. It's a good thing that she doesn't notice that I spilled a bag of salt yesterday in the dirt…

"W-WHAT!?" I stop…more exactly; I froze "Jeez…no wonder the plants were having such a hard-time to grow! Oh, she's gonna' get it! I'll photo copy this diary when I'm finished and post it all around the Agency. THEN I'll see her face!"

So I try not to draw suspicion by asking 'it's coming together, huh, Claes?' where inside I'm saying 'wait till' you start planting things. I doubt it'll grow. And no, I am not going to help you unearth the salts'. Seeing her face for a moment makes me shiver, but she snapped me out when she said that I watched too many movies. Yeah, flower related. And no Claes, it isn't from movies; but from one of Hillshire's God-forsaken detective novels. Great now I'm poisoned by that prick handler of mine with some detective novels.

"It's a good thing, too! Having a handler AND Frederick to watch you all day is already a heap of blessing. SO STOP COMPLAINING AND HELP ME!" I say so myself…now why am I talking to this book?

After a short conversation (and after knowing that our chaperone José, Henrietta's handler, can't come due to some business…probably a walk with Ferro for the new year. By God I already have suspicion that José has his eyes set on her!), I return to what I am planning to do all along: visit Angelica. She asked for her Steyr Aug, so I decided to bring that too by 'begging' (using the 'innocent little girl thing') the guy in charge of the Agency's firing range to hand me the Steyr Aug (of course with an empty magazine). Just like fool old Hillshire, he buys it.

"Sneaky…I should try that once so I could go visit the range again…"

Then I saw Claes and her vegetable garden. Yes, now I'm repeating what I'm going to say to her, blablabla. Anyways, I met Marco on the way. He asked-no, he knew that I had the AUG inside the AMATI case. I said that Angie just wants to 'touch it'. Well, she did anyways so it is true. After a short conversation, I place the flower in the pot, and hand her the Steyr Aug. She assembles it perfectly; despite being in bed all the time. It's not all that happy to her however, as she soon starts opening about how she forget about the most important things in her life like…

…happiness and/or sadness

It depends on her character, really. So I decided to cheer her up a bit by brushing her hair; like what most 'normal' girls of our age do. I guess Claes is right commenting about how I've been watching too many movies. I should say that this is one of those 'social activities'. Back to the hair business, I told her that doing Rico or Henrietta's hair isn't fun because it is too short. And Claes doesn't let me touch hers because she said 'my hair's so beautiful, I'm not letting your foul hand touch my crown! HUH!' or 'It's already perfect; lay off please?' sort of thing. Well I didn't said that to her, but that's what she said to me.

"...Do you have a problem with my hairstyle Triela?" I said commenting the last paragraph before I mark the page and mirror myself "Funny…I don't see anything wrong with it!"

Angie soon reminded me that she asked for a boom box and a tape to accompany her as she still couldn't walk out to see the meteor shower with us. Again, I use the 'puppy face'. Sad I beg to the wrong person. Jean is such a stiff bastard he just looked at me like I'm some kind of slut or bitch or something close to it. Well I'll say to him, f…

"Oh, my…," I held my giggle "Pretty rough language there Triela!"

…you! Eventually, he hands it over and I return to Angie's room with the tape and Beethoven's symphonies. After setting the tape (which doesn't take too much time), I decided to ask Hillshire to be our chaperone for the watch. God, why did I pick him in the first place? Oh wait…he's the only one available since Jean can't be counted on the roster, considering how stiff he is. This time, I don't know why, I am having a rather hard time to ask him to be our chaperone. He got paperwork (again), and with me being able to speak into three different languages, there I was helping him again to finish his work! With thanks, he complies and follows as our chaperone! That's another job done by me!

"Woah, woah, WOAH! Triela! I thought you said you forced him to come!" I said to the 'book' I'm now talking too. I really should cut the habit of talking to myself "I never thought you'll asked him NICELY without force, AND forcing him to come by helping his work!"

I spent the rest of the day helping Hillshire translating his paperwork (which consists of security documents). By nightfall, all of us walk towards the range and gaze up the sky. As they say, the sky is clear and beautiful…the stars were up there tonight, and I can say it is still up there watching us as I write another entry in this god-forsaken diary of mine. I should toss this out the window sooner or later before I'm attached to this. Claes come to the field with a thing-a-majigy in her lap with pencil. Now what is she doing?

"Graphing stars," I answer "Never heard of it? Never seen it before Triela? You should try it; it's EDUCATIVE!"

So we waited for a little while before eventually, pompompom! Rico spot the first one! And she's excited! Well I am excited; this is my first time too! But I should always act calm and keep my image. I decided to lie on the grass and watch meteor shower. Boy how I wish I could watch this with someone I would consider 'special'. 'Normal' girls would be doing this with her boyfriend; I would like too someday…anyone but NOT old Hillshire.

"Be happy, girl." I said fixing my glasses "You got Frederick now…though I'm not going to plan another 'meteor shower watch' after reading this entry of yours. Go plan it yourself!"

But heck, 'normal' girls can't see the meteor showers. Their eyes can't make it up; unlike ours. No contact lenses or glasses needed! Except Claes with her ZERO glasses that is…

"So you've been toying with my glasses too, huh? You're really looking forward to die!"

I start talking how messed up the world today is, and how complicated it is before for an unknown reason (probably because I mentioned Angie listening to it); we came up with Beethoven's ninth symphony. Henrietta starts humming; I pick her up just for the fun of it. She is adorable for her size, I have to admit. Then I start singing. By the time I start, we all start singing Beethoven's ninth. It is perfect for that time, so why not? We sang the whole night, welcoming the New Year ahead of us! Tomorrow-excuse me-today, probably later this morning since I am writing this at 1 AM, we will receive our daily assignment that deals with terrorists, Mafias, and Padanias. Happy New Year bad guys out there! Enjoy it while it lasts!

"Another entry done," I sigh "I wonder how many things she did behind my back? Oh well…"

January 1st,

Dear, Diary…