Amnesia Girl Chapter 1

This is actually a remake of Amarante DuPont: The Flower that Never Fades. I just felt it was too flawed and she was too Mary Sue-ish. So I've toned her down and I'm going to feature her where she was supposed to be in the mentioned story.

I DON'T OWN GUNDAM/GUNDAM SEED/GUNDAM SEED DESTINY. They have their respective owners already.

I DO OWN MY CHARACTERS AND PLEASE ASK BEFORE USING THEM

December 25, 2016: I decided to update this story and fix the errors in this story. I have also decided to change Amarante's name from Amarante Haruhi Takahashi to Amarante Melanie DuPont, since she is supposed to have Afro-French Candian heritage. The other change I'm going to make is giving her just red hair instead of the red and pink. Those are the only major changes I'm going to make. I hope for those who still reread this story, it does not detract from the story you know and hopefully love.

"So you graduated second in your class. You've also lived in Earth Federation territory, since you were born till you were 12. Care to explain?" a stern commander asked his red haired subordinate. She gulped her body freezing up in front of him. This was THE Desert Tiger, the man defeated the Eurasian Federation tank corp on May30th 70.

"Well sir…My parents are naturals. My mother used to live in France, but then she moved to the Atlantic Federation, in the Canadian region after inheriting the property from her father," the girl answered. She had warm light brown skin, with a gentle yellow undertone. Her forest green eyes nervously flickered between the man behind the desk and his paperwork. She watched him lift his coffee mug personalize with his Tiger emblem bringing it close to his lips.

"Why did you move to the PLANTs?" the commander asked taking a sip of his coffee.

"I-I moved because I couldn't stand my father. He never liked me, he always favored my sister. That's when he sent me to an all girl's school in the PLANTs. He said I'd be out of his hair for good," the girl answered. "He wasn't sending me enough money for me to take care of myself so I joined the Academy."

"Your name is Amarante correct? I've heard the name before…It could possibly be French and then it could be Greek. Maybe people disagree on it's background but since you were born in Canada…"

"France…I was born in France…" Amarante corrected. His eyes casually glanced over at her. Amarante gulped again casting her eyes to her shoes. "S-Sorry."

"Then your parents picked the French one," the commander answered tossing her papers on his neat desk. She saw her terrified picture from the first day at the Academy. She remembered the constant screaming of the drill instructors, it sent a chill down her spine just thinking about it. She looked back up at Waltfeld, suddenly wondering if joining the ZAFT military was the right thing.

"Yes…My sister Amaranta has the Spanish name," Amarante answered with a slight sigh.

"Oh? You have a twin? I wonder how your parents told you two apart with such similar names," the commander chuckled.

"Well my nickname is Mare and her nickname is Mara. W-We're identical," Amarante said with a small chuckle. She had been ousted from the academy two days ago and thrown into the battle field in the Sahara Desert.

"I'm glad to have such a high standing recruit on my team. I hope you make yourself right at home here in the Lesseps," the commander nodded as a way of dismissing her. She softly saluting before turning to leave the room.

"You know my name right?" he asked causing her to freeze quickly. Amarante felt all the blood drain from her face. Her mind drew a blank as she stared at her feet. She knew his name, she had read up on him on her flights to Banadiya, but now…she couldn't remember.

"I…I can't remember sir!" she answered with hints of shame. She turned around and stood at attention again. He could see her tremble with fear. He let out a laugh.

"I'm not going to reprimand you. My name is Commander Andrew Waltfeld," the commander said before waving her good bye. Like an obedient soldier she saluted, again, before making an about-face to leave. At that moment Commander Waltfeld's second in command came into the room. His hair a darker shade of red and skin a slightly darker tone, they could have been family.

"Sir I have those reports for you," he said placing them on his desk. He didn't even notice the young lady near the door. Amarante saluted again feeling slightly ridiculous for all the saluting.

"DaCosta don't be rude. Introduce yourself to Amarante," Waltfeld snapped playfully. DaCosta's back stiffened, his head turned towards Amarante. The red head smiled tenderly, Amarante looked uncomfortable and terrified, a warm smile would soothe her.

"Martin DaCosta, I'm second in command," the man said extending a hand to her. She hesitated debating whether to salute or shake his hand. Her right hand twitched at her side as she raised it to shake his hand, that's what DaCosta wanted. DaCosta looked back at his Commander, the girl certainly wasn't too confident in herself. She closed her eyes as she placed her hand in DaCosta's. "It's a pleasure to have you here, I look forward to working with you."

"Likewise! My name is Amarante DuPont sir!" she barked.

"Oh Amarante," her commander said standing up behind his desk. He stretched tiredly before sitting back down lazily. This new report would not be too interesting.

"Yes sir?" she asked.

"Not to sound like a pervert in all but the skirt. You should change to pants or you should where something under it. There are always high winds around here so many guys would have a field day if they saw what was under your skirt," he said motioning at it.

"Will do sir," Amarante said. "Excuse me." She left quickly before running into a woman. Both women fell to the ground and Amarante let out a small yelp as warm coffee was spilt all over her. She quickly shut her eyes feeling coffee run down her face. Amarante flinched feeling two hands on her face, rubbing the coffee out of her eyes. Amarante opened her green eyes seeing a fair skinned blue haired woman with green eyes. The woman's mouth was turned down in concerned frown. Flashing a quick smile the woman remove her slender fingers from Amarante's face.

"Oh I'm sorry, here let me help you," the woman said helping Amarante up. Amarante stared at the woman puzzled, she wasn't a soldier…but… why was she here.

"No it was my fault Ma'am," Amarante apologized as the two men came out of Commander Waltfeld's office.

"What happened?" Commander Waltfeld asked. Concern was in his voice.

"I accidentally ran into her sir," Amarante said softly. She looks like one big sad puppy, DaCosta thought. Amarante's eyes were wide and filled with deep sorrow.

"Ouch that must of hurt. Go clean up," Waltfeld suggested.

"Are you alright?" the woman asked picking up the tray and empty coffee cup.

"Yes," Amarante answered. To avoid further confrontation, she hurried to her new room for a new uniform and then to the showers. After her shower was done she took her uniform to the laundry room when she ran into the woman from before. The woman motioned for the girl's uniform. Amarante took a step back, should she give it to her? Slightly annoyed the woman motioned for it again.

"You ran off so quickly I didn't catch your name," she said as Amarante reluctantly handed over her soiled uniform. "I'll take care of this."

"Amarante DuPont Ma'am." Amarante watched Aisha's every move, the older woman was confident in every step and every movement, unlike Amarante's meek movements.

"My name is Aisha. Don't be scared of my Andy," the woman chuckled. Casually Aisha placed the uniform in a washer humming quietly to herself. She winked at Amarante as she grab detergent for the clothes.

"O-Oh…yes Ma'am," Amarante said softly.

"You're the first female pilot we've had here besides myself," Aisha said softly. Aisha saw Amarante perk up. She's a curious young lady, that's good, Aisha thought.

"Really?" Amarante asked surprised at what she said.

"Oh yes. You know you're a very cute girl…Do you have a boyfriend?" Aisha teased causing Amarante to turn pink. Amarante closed her eyes shaking her head as if to shake the thought away.

"N-No. I've never had one. I'll be fourteen in a month," Amarante said softly. Aisha couldn't help but flinch, Amarante was only thirteen?!

"You're thirteen? How did they get you into Z.A.F.T. then?" Aisha asked bewildered. Aisha held in a sigh, she forgot how liberal the Supreme Council was on the age that children could enlist in the military.

"My father doesn't really care about me. He forced me to go to the PLANTs…I think he wants me to die," Amarante said softly. Amarante looked down at her shoes as she turned away from Aisha.

"Honey, I don't think that's true. Everything will be alright," Aisha suggested placing her hands on Amarante's shoulders. Amarante seemed to come alive with joy and happiness.

"Oh…I shouldn't be talking about that. I should look through my bag for something to wear under my skirt…If not I need some pants," Amarante said with a slight smile.

"Leggings," Aisha suggested pulling the girl out of the laundry room.

"Excuse me?" Amarante asked. She want to pull her arm away but this was the girlfriend of her commander, she could severely damage her chances in ZAFT.

"I'll get you a pair. I'm pretty sure one of my old pairs will fit you fine," Aisha suggested. Amarante gawked at her Commander's mansion. Amarante didn't want to go any further. Walking up the steps, Amarante tried to salute the men at the top of the stairs but Aisha had her right arm. I'm going to be dead…they're going to kill me…Amarante thought, she wasn't able to do what she trained to do at the Academy.

"But…I," she started to say before Aisha shushed her. They were inside with the doors closed. Aisha led her up two sets of stairs and into the Master Bedroom. Amarante couldn't help but gawk at the room decked out in some of the finest linen, wood and personal items that she had ever seen.

"It'll be alright. Like I said earlier…you're a cute girl, I would understand why you would want to show your legs off," Aisha teased again before pulling the girl into a room. Aisha released Amarante's hand. Amarante felt sheer terror, Aisha grip was almost a safety net, and now that Aisha had let Amarante go, Amarante didn't know what to do next. Aisha began to go through a drawer as Amarante stood awkwardly by the door. Amarante's hands shook, she wasn't supposed to be here.

"Um…Ma'am…Maybe I should wait outside?" Amarante suggested. Aisha was too nonchalant about this. Aisha sauntered back to Amarante.

"Oh Andy won't mind since you're with me. Well here you are my lady," Aisha said gently. Hesitantly Amarante took the garment with a slight nod.

"Thank…you," she said weakly.

"Go in the bathroom and try them on. I want to make sure that they fit," Aisha said showing her to the bathroom. Amarante gulped entering the forbidden territory. She took off her boots and her long socks quickly before putting on the leggings. Socks in hand she re-entered the bedroom causing Aisha to smile. Aisha came close looking Amarante up and down.

"What do you think?" Amarante asked above a whisper.

"Oh their perfect. You can keep those," Aisha chuckled putting her hands together happily.

"I couldn't…they're yours," Amarante answered.

"I can't wear them anyways. They look great on you. Don't worry they're clean. Come on," Aisha said seized Amarante's hand pulling the girl out of the room. Amarante began to feel more and more like Aisha's puppy then a soldier. They went back downstairs and out of the mansion.

"Where are we going now?" Amarante asked.

"Well we have to make sure Andy approves," Aisha began still tugging the girl along. She took her "puppy" back to his office knocking softly before entering.

"I found her some leggings, we wanted to make sure you approved of them," Aisha said pushing the little puppy into the room. Amarante let out a small cry before trying to go back behind Aisha. Aisha chuckled placing her hands on Amarante's shoulders to keep her in place. Amarante closed her eyes, turning a bright crimson.

"That's fine. You're dismissed Amarante," Commander Waltfeld ordered. Aisha released Amarante's shoulders finally letting her do as she please. The girl ran out of the room causing Aisha to giggle.

"She's one shy girl," Aisha noted leaning against a near-by wall. Waltfeld sighed, she wasn't quite the soldier he was hoping for, but the girl wears the red uniform so her skills were something worth noting. Picking up her papers, he skimmed her stats, she probably would have been first if she was more confident in herself.

"You're quite fond of her, aren't you?" Andy asked curiously. Aisha smiled at her man, a little twinkle in her eye.

Aisha nodded, "She's a good girl. Not very strong but an honest and good girl. She probably won't ever challenge you."

"And that's the problem, she should be slightly skeptical about some of my commands," Andy answered.

"Maybe she does, but she's not confident enough to say so," Aisha answered. Her Andy sighed again. This soldier was going to take a lot of work.

"So you're asking me to personally boost her confidence?" Andy asked.

"She's your youngest soldier, she'll need a little coddling especially with all those boys around," Aisha answered. "Just help her out a little."

"Alright," Andy sighed. "I'll help her. I know you're fond of her but she also has to get her work done."

"Oh Andy I know that," Aisha replied. She sauntered around his desk giving him a tender kiss. "I'll see you later."

"Till then," Andy replied.