Dearka watched the group in front of him with a smug look. His face was flushed an amusing shade of purple. If not for his trained self control, he'd probably be rolling over on the floor by now.
This supposedly simple mission was turning out to be rather entertaining.
They had received word that there was a trespassing crisis at the East port and were dispatched to handle it. Easy enough, until they realized who exactly were trying to penetrate their base: children.
It just so happened, they were only able to catch one child.
Imagine that. ZAFT's finest outrun by nine-year-olds.
Presently The blonde coordinator sat at the backseat of an open-top transport. In the row before him were his best friend and superior,—though Dearka often disregarder that latter title—Yzak Joule and his colleague, Shiho Hahnenfuss. Between them sat the trespasser, a little girl barely up to his waist.
The tan boy tried hard to stifle his laughter but it was fighting even harder to escape his lips. In wasn't noticed by the couple though, since the driver an the other military escort were doing about just the same.
Why all the muffled snickering? It was simple. The trespasser was pretty.
No, really, she was. The little girl had long brown hair and clear blue eyes. Both complimented her fair skin. She was the sweetest thing, as far as enemies went, anyway.
In the minds of all those who saw her, only one thing crossed their minds.
'This is what would happen if the Captain and Hahnenfuss reproduce'
Come to think of it, with her sitting between them like that, they looked like a family—an odd family, with a snide looking father and a perfectly indifferent mother. Yes, a happy home that must make.
The youngest enemy in the history of ZAFT was brought to headquarters for interrogating. Strangely enough, when the got there, no one seemed to pay attention to her. They let the party pass without even asking. When Yzak was about to surrender the girl to the interrogator, the well decorated man raised his brow.
"What's this?"
"What we called about." The captain of the Voltaire informed him flatly.
"I realize you must be very busy sir," The old man began. "..but 'babysitter' is hardly part of my job description."
"What?! This is the intruder, you buffoon!"
"Oh!" The man stuttered, embarrassed. He took the child into custody and bowed away from the commander.
"What the hell was that about?" Yzak later told Dearka in private.
"Who knows?" He snorted, his face not changing hue since the car.
Later on the girl was brought back to them. They were only able to extract one piece of information from her and that was her name. The interrogator informed Yzak that she identified herself to be Nadia Pate and said nothing more.
The hot headed captain winced at the sight of Nadia, a hateful expression on her face. Roughly he took her by the wrist and literally handed her over to her secretary.
"Find something to do with her until those social workers get here." He ordered.
The young secretary blinked at the sight of the girl. She was surprised by her striking resemblances to that officer who she regularly saw with her boss and his friends. Naturally she assumed the obvious.
What startled he more was probably the girl's age.
In her head she was probably think why this was the first time he'd brought her to work.
"Wh—what would you like me to do with her, sir?" She stammered.
"I don't know. Tie her down and gag her for all I care. Just get her out of my sight."
The secretary looked taken aback. "SIR?!"
"She doesn't have any business her. Just get her out." He barked.
Obediantly she took Nadia gently by the hand and guided her out of the room.
'It's not wonder MS. Shiho has an awful temper with him…and he's got sickening parenting skills.'
Alright, maybe that was a little rough, even for Yzak but it just wasn't his day today.
Adding to Yzak's stress with the underage enemy, he had received word only yesterday that of all people, and of all his superiors, his mother was coming to inspect him today. And by inspect, that meant she came to nag him about whatever she could think of.
The platinum blonde boy stood the safe distance away from the landing pad. He stood anxiously beside his subordinates, waiting for the certain platinum blonde woman to step out of her copter.
Finally Ezeria Joule stepped out of the chopper, sporty the standard Grand council green jacket. She smiled—rather painfully, in the bystanders' opinions—to her son and greeted him formally. He gestured her inside and toured the woman through his halls.
Generally the visit was going rather well, until they came to Yzak's office. Ezeria complained it to be embarrassingly untidy and taunted him about his poor organizing skills, which she was more than happy to relate to the others that he had had since he was a child.
The former Duel pilot slapped his forehead in frustration. Family and work were never meant to be so tightly intertwined, he concluded.
Was he ever right.
At that very moment the party heard the door open and in stepped the secretary and a satisfied looking Nadia, happily licking an icecream.
Dearka's face went purple again.
Snorts and sniggers flew across the room.
Shiho raised an eyebrow and Yzak grumbled.
Ezeria nearly fainted.
"For the love of…"
Her eyes immediately shot to her son.
"Since when???" she demanded.
"What?" Yzak said, confused.
"You two—" she pointed to him and Shiho, who was right next to him. "Is she YOURS?"
Shiho's heart skipped a beat and she blushed madly. Yzak looked like he was about to throw up.
"HELL NO FRIGGIN WAY!"
"She's not even mine!" Hahnenfuss defended.
Strangely, Ezeria looked disappointed.