Author's Note: Hey guys! So this is my newest story and it's about the Garde when they were still on the ship. It just seemed like an interesting idea so here it is. Anyways, here's Chapter 1! Hope you like it and please leave your reviews!
"Nine!" Sandor shouted, running off to catch his energetic little Garde.
Number Nine, however, paid no attention to his Cêpan's frustration. Instead, he kept throwing toy after toy at the other Garde members and even some to the Cêpans. He was laughing outrageously, arms gliding by his side as he picked up a toy action figure and hurled it towards a little boy, Number Four.
Four was not quick to deflect the attack and got hit in the head. Brandon, his Cêpan, scolded Nine, telling him that it's not nice to throw stuff at people. Nine merely grunted and headed back to the toy shed.
Sandor chased him, exasperated. He was beginning to get annoyed at all of his little charge's antics.
Nine picked up a toy truck and threw it towards a little girl, Number Five. And she, too, was hit in the head. Immediately, she started crying and her Cêpan, Kentra, waltzed over to Nine and smacked him in the head.
"Waddya' do that for?!" the little boy demanded. Kentra just picked him up and handed him over to Sandor.
"Sorry." Sandor says sheepishly. Kentra just nods and heads back to comfort her crying little girl.
Sandor carried him back to their sleeping quarters and set him down the bed.
"You shouldn't have done that." Sandor scolded.
"Done what?" Nine asks innocently.
"Making Number Five cry! And tossing all those toys at the Cêpans! You even tossed one to Joseph, Nine. He was driving the ship! You could have gotten us killed!" Sandor yelled, sitting beside the energetic little boy. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and grunted.
Nine started to tear up. He put his little arm around Sandor and buried his face in his shirt.
"I'm soooowwy, Sandor." Nine pleaded, dragging Sandor's name out adorably.
Sandor sighed, hugging the little boy back. "It's alright, buddy. Just don't do it ever again, okay?"
Number Nine nodded, wagging his head back and forth.
Sandor smiled. "Good boy."
…
It was pre-combat training again and Sandor was left alone in the cafeteria since all of the other Cêpans were busy training.
He sighed. Shouldn't they be training me too? he thought, sitting down on a plastic chair.
Suddenly, he heard a scream coming from one of the rooms. He ran towards the little 'hospital room' to see what was going in. Number One was screaming, tears budding in her bright blue eyes.
"What? What's going on?" Sandor asked frantically, rushing over to the little girl's side.
"My… head… hurts!" One replied.
Sandor rushed out of the room and ran towards the area where the Garde trained.
The sight was less than welcoming.
The Garde ran in circles around each other, the Cêpans desperately trying to get them to train. He shrugged them off and rushed to Hessu, One's Cêpan.
He poked her on the shoulder.
"What? Can't you see I'm busy?!"
Sandor gulped before answering, "One is crying. She has a really bad headache."
Hessu gasped and ran out of the room, rushing to help her Garde.
Sandor followed but was interrupted by Brandon, the 'leader' of the LDA.
"It's One. She has a bad headache." Sandor sighed out. Brandon nodded and they walked into the room together.
Hessu was bent over One, practically in tears. She's rummaging a drawer, looking for pills. She found some and gave One a glass of water for her to drink.
"What's this?" One whined.
"It's medicine. Just drink it."
The oldest Garde wrinkled her nose. "This isn't like the medicine Grandma made me drink. Hers was all syrupy. How am I supposed to drink this stuff?"
Hessu sighed heavily. "You don't drink it. You put it in your mouth and gulp it down with water."
One was about to put it inside her mouth when she shook her head. "What if it tastes horrible? What if I don't like it?"
"Just drink it One!" Hessu demanded.
Number One sighed. She didn't like being called that way. It isn't her name. It isn't even a name. It's a number. Why do they keep calling me like that? the girl wondered. Nevertheless, she drank the pill. She'll do anything just to make the pounding in her head go away.
After she took the pill, she slowly drifted to sleep.
…
When she woke up, she was surprised to see the other Garde children all huddled up around her.
"She's awake!" Nine exclaims, poking her cheek. One slaps his hand away and sits up.
"What's going on?" she asked. She didn't like being watched by all of these kids while she was sleeping.
One of the Cêpans, Kater, shook her head and smiled at her. "Nothing, dear. The others just wanted to check on you."
One shrugged.
Brandon called for the other kids to do pre-combat training. One wanted to join too but her Cêpan pushed her back, saying that she was still too weak to train.
"Pru-cawbat! Rawr!" Nine shouted, dashing out of the room.
One just rolled her eyes at him, going back to sleep.