Noventa's Legacy

He's here....

I hate him, really I do. His presence here is like the grating of nails on a chalk board. More importantly, Relena's gaze turns away from me and towards him... like some perpetual Wendy with HIM playing the part of Peter Pan

I hate him.

I keep saying to myself that one day, the day of my dreams, that there will be a family potrait of me and sweet Relena. Of course, her brother, (cough, cough) will be there.... What I dread and fear, of course, is looking right behind Relena in that portrait and seeing .... him. Heero..the Japanese, too cool for humanity, reprobate who tore up Relena's invitation.

Why, oh why is it that girls always go for the terrorists instead of the ones who'll break their backs to provide them a good life?

It is a mystery.

Still, I hate him.

Octavian...

I've checked the public agreement filed for the take-over of Winner E. by Shenlong D. Nothing, as I suspected, was amiss. This will not be good news for dear Relena. I tried to warn her, but her heart spoke louder than her good judgement. It is one of the reasons I have become so smitten with her. She is a such a womanly woman. She is firm in her convictions and fair. However, in this case, she is quite fond of Quatre Winner, so she can be forgiven for allowing her heart to intervene. As usual, when we have a disagreement, I will send her a boquet and intrude upon her time with an intimate dinner.

It is not that her instincts were entirely off, however. It's just that they might be focused in he incorrect area. There have been a few rumblings at the club, but I must investigate more and with the utmost discretion.

I have created this space because I feel the need to talk to myself every once in awhile. Hopefully, I'll acquire some friends to talk to as well. Of course, I have one special friend somewhere around here.

Salutations to all,
Octavian