Authoress Notes: Hee hee, once again, this is partially Lorrie and Kyla's fault. We were talking about how Feldt's mother was a criminal and was forced to be in Celestial Being and how Feldt was probably naturally blonde — her hair is dyed pink — like her mother, seeing as she resembles her mother more than her father. And so this was born as, 'what if she were accused of her mother's crimes?'
Notes: This is a mixture of seriousness, fluff, and crack. It involves seriousness about Feldt's parents, fluff between Feldt and Neil, and crack between Neil and Lyle. XD
Pairing: Feldt x Neil. Not originally intended, but it happened that way. XD
The butt monkey: Lyle. XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Claim: Kyla, Lorrie and I own this plot.
Disclaim: I wish half the crap that we said Neil'd probably blame Lyle for would have happened. :D
Soundtrack: ...Brick by Boring Brick — Paramore
Jail Break
Chapter 01 — Feldt's a blonde?
It was on a whim that she had chosen to strip her hair of the normal pink coloring and go with her original color, the color that she had such a hard time accepting without ridicule. She hadn't been born on Earth, and as a result, she had dyed her hair so that she wouldn't have to think about it as much.
Feldt stared into the mirror, her own green eyes reflected back to her as she continued to rid herself of the coloring that she had grown so used to. She wondered what everyone would say once they saw her original hair shade, though she dismissed it as she finished up, towl drying her damp hair.
A faded shade of pink came away on the fabric, and she made a mental note to have it washed later as she brushed out her hair and tied it back, examining her reflection in the mirror as she leaned forward. Hazy memories of her mother and father surfaced, and she could find herself in her mother — the hair, the eyes, the stern facial structure. She resembled her father vaguely, and the traces of him were miniscule.
Pushing away from the sink, Feldt exited and toyed with the strands before heading in a random direction. It felt weird to have her hair exposed for it's originality instead of the color that she knew they associated her with, and she shrugged. This was only temporary, in honor of her parents memory.
"Feldt! Feldt!" The mechanic chirping of her name made her look down to find an orange sphere of metal with blinking crimson eyes rocking side to side before her and she knelt, plucking him from the ground.
"Haro," she murmured, and the little machine's ear pieces flapped in response to her voice.
"Not Feldt! Not Feldt!" It chirped, and she startled, wondering why he was accusing her of not being her before noting that it must be her hair that had him saying that. "Not Feldt! Not Feldt!"
"It's me, Haro." she answered, and she placed the little ball back on the ground, hoping that Haro knew that it was her and not some random imposter. She could have posed as a twin, though she shook off the ridiculous notion, gliding down the hallway, her hand resting upon the handle for balance.
The door opened just as she reached it, and she glanced up at the visitor. Christina blinked, smiling. "Hi, Feldt." she greeted, and then she did a double-take upon seeing the shade of the stoic female's hair. "What did you do to your hair? Did you dye it?"
"It's my normal—" Her insistance that she had not redyed her hair went unheard as she was dragged by the hand in the direction that Christina was going and she sighed, deciding that resisting was futile, especially when it was Christina who was dragging her off.
"Miss Sumeragi!" Christina's bright voice broke through her thoughts, and she looked up as the brunette captain turned, blinking upon the duo. Christina stepped behind Feldt and pushed the young girl forward. "Look at Feldt's hair!"
Feldt stared at the ground, frown touching her lips. "It's my natural color," she said, and Sumeragi said nothing about it, simply giving her an amused once-over before turning away. Apparently, she didn't find the sudden change very interesting.
"Lockon's going to freak when he sees!" chirped Christina, and Feldt turned on her friend, her face a rebellious color that would have matched her hair.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't play dumb~" she sing-songed, poking her formerly pink-haired friend in the side and blissfully ignoring the uncomfortable look on her companion's face as she proceeded to haul her away once more, intent on showing the Irish gundam meister.
"Christina, don't," she pleaded softly, imploring her friend not to embarass her in front of the young man who always seemed so kind. Christina grinned, her eyes glittering mischeviously as she continued to pull Feldt down the hall and towards the meister's room. How she knew where his room was, Feldt didn't really want to know.
Knocking, Christina waited until the door began sliding open to shove Feldt forward roughly, making her collide with the eldest meister, and his hands held her steady as the door slid shut behind them, and he glanced down at her.
She refused to meet his gaze, and she couldn't find the words to tell him that his hands on her arms was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable. Fingers toying with her hair made her look up, and she found him studying the pale shade of blonde that adorned her head.
"Did you dye it?" he asked, and she shook her head, glancing off to the side.
"It's my original color," she murmured, and he blinked before a smile touched his lips.
"I like it," he said, and her cheeks colored as he continued. "Was there a reason for this?" She didn't answer. "Your parents?"
"Mm." She nodded, and Lockon's blue gaze softened slightly.
"They'd be proud of you, Feldt. For the strong girl that you've become." he remarked, patting her on the head gently. A small smile worked it's way across Feldt's lips, and she allowed her eyes to meet his.
"Thank-you."