Disclaimer: I don't' own Codename: KND. I'm pretty sure an idea like this has probably been done… or something like that but does it matter right now? Didn't think so! And yeah I'd hate to say it but it won't be as humorous as it sounds but I'm not one to be too serious so stick around some humor will show up.

Operation 12: Reconciliation at the dinner

"OK guys, I see you later!!" Kuki called out laughing. She was covered in paint from head to toe. She walked into the house and saw Mooshie sitting on the couch with a mask on with Amadahy. "You look ridiculous Moosh'"

"I'm not covered in paint when I have to meet dad for the Ball."

"I'm not going… Why didn't you go?"

"Simple… I'm not the daughter into this stuff. Dad wanted to impress others with the daughter the colleagues you never met."

"And never will."

"To be honest he saved mom's dress just for you." Mooshie said as her sister walked off.

"Tell me what I missed." Amadahy stood up and followed the girl upstairs.
"But Amadahy…" Mooshie looked at the woman. "She still doesn't get you."

"I know… but I think it's time we really sat and talked. She's been here for almost a complete year and not a word has been said. That's not normal, besides I have to tell that it's been called off." Amadahy added before rushing up the stairs. She went to her room to wipe off the remnants of her facial mask. With a sigh she went into the girl's room.

On the bed was the box he had taken out of the closet previously that day. She opened the box and gasped at the dress inside. It was a pearl white dress obviously meant to be form fitting. She had forgotten how petite the Asian woman had been and seeing this reminded of why Kuki disliked her so. The woman just absolutely beautiful… She was just ordinary compared to her anyway. Curly red hair, blue eyes and freckles could never measure up to the straight black hair of the woman, the unusual bright green eyes. Had she been born and raised in California instead of Japan she would definitely made covers of every magazine.

"Get out of my room." Kuki startled Amadahy making her turn to look at her. She could see the anger building on her face when she noticed the dress was out of her box. "You looked much better with the mask on NOW GET OUT!!!!"

"I want to talk to you."

"You just talked to me now leave!"

"Not until you listen!!" The red haired girl yelled back.

"Why should I listen to you, Amadahy?!?"

"You probably shouldn't. I just thought I'd at least to talk to you at least once before your father is ready to ditch me altogether." She held up the hand in which the shape of an engagement ring was. Kuki narrowed her eyes a bit.

"So he called it off. Good…Don't think by getting to know me will be your last resort to fixing things with him."

"He called it off because you're not happy with it. I'm not using you as a last resort or anything." She sighed softly. "It's just that up until now I say something to you it goes unheard."

"So I ruined your wedding. Great, but it's not my problem you're upset about it."

"I'm not. It's your father who's hurting." Amadahy said. "You see I've been thinking about the pain I've put on your family, and I felt guilty. As much as I love your father he had his family."

"What's your point?"

"I was jealous of your mother. I remember meeting her for the first time… back when you were maybe just two. I had forgotten I met her but I had. Even then she was a beautiful woman with an extraordinarily cute daughter who followed her looks and a devoted husband. All I ever had was a fiancé who preferred my twin sister because she was easy, if you catch my drift." Amadahy sighed. "I wanted what your mother had… even more so when Mooshie was born. So when your father had shown any sign of attraction to me, I took it. I knew it was wrong but I was desperate. I was being selfish… really selfish. I mean yeah I was happy when he wanted to see me despite your family, but you and Mooshie were always important. That's why he never forgot a birthday gift for you, or a Christmas gift. He even sent chocolate to you for Easter."

"He had…" She thought ruefully.

"You were his daughter and for that he was grateful. I mean I spent time around Mooshie so she got used to me. I had hoped to bond with you when you came back. I even backed off when you desired the time to get over it all. I can't change the past and end your hurting; I don't want to replace your mother. To be honest I think you'd hate me if I had shown up after your mom's death, merely because she was your mother and you loved her. Even if you hate me forever, don't hurt your father. It takes two for an affair… But it takes one to decide to forgive and move on, not necessarily forget."

"Get Out!!" Kuki said pointing at the door. "Please… go." She added softly not looking when the door slammed shut. Kuki sat on the bed looking at the dress.

"Mommy, Are you okay?!?!" Kuki looked at the woman on the bed she currently was slipping in and out of consciousness. She had been hooked up to many wires and had an oxygen mask on her face. Most of her beautiful silky hair had already fallen out and she was inhaling deeply, as if to counter act the pain.

"Kuki…" She smiled softly at the young girl. "How was school today?"

"It was fine… I got an A plus on the essay I wrote. And I'm confident about the test I took today."

"That's good…" The woman replied sleepily. "Did your father send you your birthday present?"

"Yeah… I got it today when I got home."

"What was it??"

"A green sweatshirt… the kind with the hood…"

"Does it fit?"

"I don't know."

"You won't try it on??" She turned her face from her daughter.

"You know how I feel about him and his gifts."

"You are his daughter Kuki Sanbag!! He's not trying to buy your forgiveness, just letting you know he hasn't left you out of his thoughts. He was always doing things like that."

"Stop talking so highly about him."

"Kuki…" The woman turned her head back to her. "He has made a mistake. We all make mistakes sweetie. He still loves you and well… Just don't stay bitter with him. Things happen for a reason. Stay happy and loving."

"Mom…" She watched her breathing slow. Instinctively she grabbed her mom's hand.

"Promise me… you won't stay bitter with him."

"I promise."

"Good…" She told her daughter before the grip on her hand loosened and the beeping of the machines became monotonous.

"Mom?!?!" She looked at the still figure as the beeping seemed to have gotten louder. "Mom, open your eyes… MOM!!!!"

"Mommy… I… broke the promise." Kuki ran her fingers over the dress. She stroked the fabric dimly aware of the doorbell ringing. "Mommy…"

She ran to her dresser and grabbed her underwear. After that she went to her closet and found a pair of white sandals to match the dress and slipped her feet in them before snapping the strap around her ankle. She then rushed to the mirror and shook out the excess water in her hair that wasn't rung out before blotting them with her towel she then ran to grab the halter dress and slipped it on. On top of her dresser she found some shimmer powder and dusted her shoulders and some of her arms before sliding on a pink stain kind of color and adding a glossy color over that. She then ran to Mooshie's room and grabbed a couple of bangles off her dresser a pair of earrings and the white purse Moosh' had hanging on the wall. She emptied it out then ran to her room and threw some stuff in it before rushing down the stairs.

"Kai, you remember my daughter, Jelisa." One of the other males at another Military school.

"I do… and she looks as if her looks have grown more like her mother's even more." He kissed the back of the young girl's hand politely.

"Thank you… Have you brought Mooshie again this year? Jelisa asked.

"Well, no, I haven't…"

"Forgotten about me have you daddy?"

"And who is this young woman?" Jelisa's father asked.

"I'm Kuki…" She supplied herself. "Pleasure, meeting you." She shook the man's hand nearly crushing his fingers in the grasp.

"SO this is the fighter of your girls…" The man beamed. "She too is a beautiful thing."

"Doomo Arigato Gozaimasu" Kuki tilted her head a little.

"Jelisa here you are." A proper looking man approached the group. He could be better recognized as the Ex-KND member Numbuh 274.