Waltfeld's Daughter Chapter 4
"Well dinner was amazing," Aisha cooed before turning sour, "I bet you take every girl here."
"No…Just you. You're unique," Waltfeld answered offering her his arm. Reluctantly she took his arm following after him. "Wanna go on a walk?"
"Sure," Aisha answered. "I mean…I don't care."
"I think you're beginning to warm up to me," Waltfeld answered slyly.
"Don't get your hopes up," Aisha snapped.
"Do you want my coat?" Waltfeld asked.
"N-No," Aisha began shivering in the cold, "Y-Yes." Chuckling softly he wrapped his coat around the shivering woman.
"You still haven't told me what you're doing these days," Andrew asked.
"I'm, trying to get a job as a military contractor," Aisha answered.
"Military contractor?" Andrew asked.
"A woman can be a military contractor!" Aisha growled.
"Woah, I wasn't suggesting that. I just thought you'd do something in fashion. You were just so in to fashion and weren't you an understudy under some PLANT renowned fashionista?" Andrew answered placing his hands up in defense.
"Well…I was…but the man I was studying under only want to get in my pants," Aisha answered.
"Where does he live?" Andrew demanded angrily. "Did he touch you in any appropriate ways?!"
"He got close, settle down Andrew," Aisha answered.
"Any man that tries to force a woman to do something, of that nature, is trash!" Andrew snapped.
"Andy stop. He's not important. You have proven to be far different than any man I have ever dated…or I should say, gone out on a date with," Aisha answered. She wrapped her arms around his waist placing her head underneath his neck. On the inside she was trying to murder herself for showing so much emotion to a man she had learned to hate.
"I asked her out on another date and she agreed…and then another and she agreed once more and we just continued from there," Waltfeld explained to his daughter.
"How old were you?" Amarante asked.
"What?"
"How old were you?"
"Hm about 19, she was around 18 turning 19."
"Okay. Can we leave now? I hate being in the hospital," she whined as they heard a knock on the door before a familiar silver haired boy stepped in. "Yzak?"
"Athrun told me you were here. I just came to make sure you were okay," Yzak explained.
"Hello to you too," Waltfeld growled playfully.
"Hello sir," Yzak answered politely. "I'm glad that at least your flight went well. Are you alright Mare?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Where's Dearka?" Amarante asked.
"He's with Miriallia. Dearka and I are going out to dinner tomorrow, if it is okay with your father, would you like to come?" Yzak asked.
"Sure, she'll go. I'll need some time to talk to my own parents without this little lady around," Waltfeld explained petting Amarante's head.
"Thank you sir," Yzak said politely.
"What happened to your bad attitude? You're much calmer than and not as mouthy as normal," Waltfeld teased.
"I've matured since I served underneath you in Banadiya. I was also given my own team at the end of the war and now I understand what you were telling me," Yzak answered.
"Well why don't we chat outside while Mare gets dressed? See you in fifteen minutes Mare," Waltfeld explained pushing Yzak outside. Amarante looked questionably at them knowing that she wasn't given papers to discharge. "Look you and I both know that I didn't call Athrun. How did you find out?"
"I arrived at the spaceport when the ambulance carried her away. I wasn't sure if it was her…so I called Athrun. When I told him what happened, he would have been on the next flight here if I didn't reassure him that I would see Mare today. That idiot is going to worry himself to death especially with little Amarante," Yzak explained.
"I bet he's still freaking out right now," Waltfeld chuckled. "Thanks for coming to check on her. I really appreciate the support and love you boys give to my little girl. She's still heartbroken over you know who, and that's completely understandable. Please stay in close contact with Mare, okay?" Waltfeld asked kindly.
"I will sir. Nicol was so smitten with Amarante. He went from being obsessed with music to being obsessed with music and her. He even wanted to write a ballet for her. Although I'll admit they were a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially when Nicol wanted to include Amarante into everything we did or when Amarante would show up to team meetings. Yet seeing them together helped distance the war for all of us," Yzak explained loosening his collar.
"You're a real nice guy aren't you?" Waltfeld purred playfully.
"I AM NOT!" Yzak snapped.
"Whatever you say tough guy," Waltfeld laughed as they went back into his daughter's hospital room. She sat there puzzled looking out the window. "Mare why aren't you dressed?"
"I still have this IV stuck in my arm," she replied innocently.
"Just pull it out," Waltfeld answered sinisterly. Yzak could help but chuckle as Amarante went pale her eyes as wide as saucers.
"N-No," Amarante answered. "Oh look! The nurse with discharge papers! It's time for you guys to get out!" Rolling his eyes Waltfeld grumbled about how she should have just pulled out the IV shoving Yzak out of the room.
"You're going to like your grandparents," Waltfeld chuckled glancing over at a nervous Amarante.
"How could you live here?" Amarante asked.
"What do you mean?"
"In the PLANTs. It's like a glass prison in here. Also it just feels so suffocating even though it's so large," Amarante answered her eyes glued on the sheets of glass and metal holding the hour-glass-like figure together.
"Never really thought about it. I don't really have an answer for you because I was raised here. To me, it's just home," Waltfeld answered with a shrug.
"Dad, are you sure they'll like me?" Amarante asked swiveling to see her father.
"Of course they will! They've wanted a grandchild ever since I married Aisha," Waltfeld answered.
"How do you know for sure? I mean…they don't even know me…" Amarante answered.
"That doesn't matter. They'll love you just the same, like how I love you!" Waltfeld cooed patting Mare on the head lovingly. Amarante smiled shutting her eyes with delight.
"I guess so," Amarante chuckled.
"Oh by the way honey, make sure to sit with your back straight at dinner. Your grandmother hates it if you slump," Waltfeld explained slowing down as they approached a gate.
"Okay," she muttered her stomach churning with fear.
"Mare you're not passing out again. They love you, trust me, they do!" Waltfeld snapped as they were allowed in.
"I've…I've never really been loved by my family…this is so new to me," Amarante sighed.
"Mare you're a beautiful wonderful young lady. Don't let the past hold you back okay?" Waltfeld cooed. Amarante nodded turning her attention to the house her Dad had grown up in. Well he's certainly a man of wealth…well I was almost positive of that from the beginning. I wonder how much money they really have. I feel horrible about yesterday, and I'm still shocked that Yzak came and visited me, Amarante thought feeling the car slowly decelerate. "Close your mouth, it's not that amazing." Putting the car in park Waltfeld slipped out of the car crossing over to Amarante's side to open the door for her. Getting out of the car she continued to gawk at her father's house.
"Dad did you really live here?" Amarante asked.
"Yeah…mostly. We moved here when I was about 12 or 13," Waltfeld answered walking up the stairs to the mansion.
"THIS PLACE IS BIGGER THAN MY HOME!" Amarante cried out in surprise.
"Shush! Come on," Waltfeld snapped. Amarante hurried up the stairs grasping on to Waltfeld's amputated arm possessively. No one would be taking him away from her, ever.
"You're mine," Amarante muttered as he opened the door. He called out to his parents and greeted the mansion's staff cheerfully. Looking around Amarante could see the staff whispering to each other making the young woman uncomfortable.
"This is Amarante; she's my beautiful little girl. You will address her by Ms. Amarante," Waltfeld ordered taking his daughter under his arm. The staff muttered a "yes sir." Yet Amarante could still feel them judging her for being an adopted nobody.
"Andy, is that you?" his mother asked.
"Yeah, and look who I brought, you're granddaughter," Waltfeld answered pushing Amarante towards her new grandparents. Amarante stood there paralyzed with fear as the older woman approached her.
"My you're beautiful and such long hair," the mother said touching Amarante's cheek before going through her hair.
"Thank you ma'am,"
"Mom, this is Amarante," Waltfeld cooed kissing the top of Amarante's head.
"She's so beautiful, what a beautiful girl. Amarante I want you to know that I love you," Grandma told her.
"Amarante this is Grandma Eileen," Waltfeld told his daughter in a soothing voice. Amarante just nodded unable to speak any words. "Come on speak she isn't going to eat you!"
"Hi," Amarante said quickly.
"She's definitely not like Aisha. She's much too shy," Grandma Eileen answered. "You're adorable though. Never let a man con you into your pants, okay?" Amarante blushed and nodded quickly.
"Why don't we meet your granddad?" Waltfeld suggested as his mother continued to coo over Amarante.
"Yes, he's been waiting to meet this adorable little bunny!" Grandma Eileen exclaimed.
"Bunny?" Amarante asked.
"Oh you're no tiger, you're far too innocent. You're more of a rabbit," the older woman laughed.
"Well she's not all that innocent. She was my best pilot," Waltfeld praised.
"Stop making me seem like a baby," Amarante grumbled. Waltfeld flicked her shoulder trying to hush her.
"But that's what you are! You're our only little girl," Grandma Eileen answered. "You were a pilot? An innocent thing like you?"
"Yes, I wore the elite red uniform," Amarante answered.
"Well your grandfather has been entertaining two delightful young gentlemen. I think they know them Bunny," Grandma Eileen answered.
"I do?" Amarante asked cocking her head to the left.
"And this is the reason why you're my bunny!" the Grandma chuckled patting Amarante's cheek softly. Andrew laughed as Amarante's cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment and anger.
"I'm no bunny!" Amarante muttered.
"Oh, you just keep thinking that!" Grandma Eileen said with a witty smile. What family did I get adopted into, Amarante thought as a servant opened a door to them. She was shocked to see Yzak and Dearka chatting with her new Grandfather.
"Yzak…Dearka," Amarante answered.
"So there's the little girl," Dearka cooed playfully.
"Dearka you'd fit WELL into this family," Amarante growled. The Waltfelds laughed applauding their new granddaughter.
"Andy you've taught her well!" his father boomed. "Now that's a Waltfeld!"
"Mare, we're going out to a nice dinner," Yzak said in a commanding tone.
"Yes sir," Amarante said sarcastically.
"Yeah Yzak still can't get out of the commander mode. He's like a robot," Dearka teased.
"Amarante marry this kid," her grandfather chuckled. Amarante blushed hiding behind her father unable to say anything.
"Well Cubby, go put on your nice dress," Waltfeld ordered scruffing up her hair. She made a frustrated sigh turning to leave. "Wait Cubby, I'm not done with you yet."
"Yes?" Amarante groaned. A female maid entered the room to escort Amarante to her bedroom.
"I love you sweetheart," Walfeld answered before releasing the girl. Amarante blushed again muttering words of endearment before leaving with the maid.
Amarante sat awkwardly at the table her cheeks a rosy red as she nibbled on a piece of salmon. Dearka chuckled reaching over to mess up the girl's hair. "Don't you dare touch my hair," Amarante growled.
"Come on…you haven't said a word since we left," Dearka teased.
"I wasn't expecting you guys to be at my grandparents' house," Amarante answered.
"Well thank your father," Yzak answered.
"No tag teaming Fluffy!" Amarante answered.
"FLUFFY?!" Yzak snapped. Amarante laugh, he had forgotten about his nickname!
"Dearka, stop checking me out," Amarante snapped.
"I never thought you'd be so pretty," Dearka answered.
"Thanks, I must have been hideous before," Amarante said rolling her eyes.
"NO I'm not suggesting that! It's just that," Dearka began.
"I was an ugly troll?! What Dearka?" Amarante asked angrily.
"You're so sexxxxy," Dearka answered.
"What?!" Amarante and Yzak snapped.
"You always dressed innocently, and now here you are in this form fitting short dress. You're really growing up," Dearka replied.
"I can't stay 15 forever Dearka," Amarante replied.
"But…you're just so…You were always innocent. You'll always be 15 in my eyes," Dearka answered.
Amarante smirked playfully, "Pedophile." Yzak snickered, seeing his best friend's mouth dropping.
"Hey! You know I didn't mean it like that!" Dearka answered.
"Whatever Pedo," Amarante said rolling her eyes.
"Amarante, you're much stronger than you were in Banadiya," Yzak replied.
"What does that mean?!" she demanded.
"You have more confidence," Yzak answered.
"And you're not as hot-headed Fluffy," Amarante chuckled. Yzak stomached a low growl, putting on a crooked smile. Amarante had finally finished her plate but something didn't feel right. Yzak and Dearka were planning something. The waiter took away Amarante plate, setting the check down on the table. Immediately Yzak snatched the check placing a credit card in it before giving it back to the waiter with a small thank you.
"When someone says they're taking you out…That person is going to pay for you. See even though you're…still fifteen…You still have a lot to learn," Yzak said with his typical smug smile before his face became quizzical. "You're still fifteen aren't you?"
"Yes, don't remind me. Everyone treats me like a little baby because of it," Amarante groaned.
"But you're so adorably cute," Dearka cooed reaching over to pinch Amarante's cheeks. She swatted his hand away standing up from the table grasping on to Yzak's arm. "You'll protect me from this pedophile." Yzak laughed seeing his best friend's face turn red with anger.
"Well, why don't we take you back to my hotel room so we can't chat there?" Yzak suggested. Amarante nodded as Yzak escorted her outside of the restaurant.
"Wait so you're telling me that both of you were court marshaled but Yzak got a promotion while Dearka got demoted?" Amarante demanded. "THAT'S RACIST!" Yzak had a fairly nice hotel room, probably because of his mother and for whatever he was doing in ZAFT at the moment.
"Sing it girl!" Dearka cheered.
"I don't see how it's racist," Yzak responded.
"What do you mean you don't see it as racist?!" Dearka and Amarante snapped.
"I was just the better soldier…and I remained with the ZAFT forces longer than Dearka did," Yzak answered calmly.
"BULLSHIT! You destroyed a shuttle full of civilians and defected at the end of the war and Dearka here just defected!" Amarante cried out angrily.
"Amarante, how did you get out?" Dearka asked curiously.
"Since I had amnesia at the time they decided that since I couldn't decipher the past from the present I couldn't be responsible for the act of treason," Amarante replied.
"And you're black…but you had no penalties against you…THAT'S SEXIST!" Dearka cried out.
"HELL YES IT IS!" Amarante cheered playfully. "But we're not taking about me, we're talking about you two!"
"Okay maybe it's a little racist," Yzak considered.
"A little?! Your mom was the greatest supporter to Patrick Zala! This is REALLY racist Yzak! You just can't see it because you're a white Momma's boy," Amarante snapped. Angered Yzak seized Amarante's shoulder shoving her further into her chair.
"Take it back," he growled.
"Never," Amarante said with a smirk.
"Yzak let her go. This isn't the place, think about Nicol and you just can't go around hitting people especially a girl!" Dearka reasoned holding Yzak back.
"Now do you see how Dearka feels? Do you see how unfair this is Yzak?" Amarante chuckled sinisterly. "Also way to be sexist Dearka!"
"Fine!" Yzak huffed releasing Amarante.
"Come on Fluffy! Don't act like a baby," Amarante cooed playfully.
"Alright," Yzak began with a playful chuckle, "She's all yours pedophile."
"WHAT?!" Amarante demanded as Dearka playfully stood up reaching for his belt. To the best of her ability Amarante ran from Dearka as he chased her around the room.
"You know what they say Maremare, 'Old enough to chew, old enough to screw,' or 'old enough to count, old enough to mount!' Come on Mare don't be shy 'I'm like the tortoise, I like to get there before the hair!' Ow! What the hell Yzak?!" Dearka answered being tripped by Yzak.
"Now you're just being creepy," Yzak answered.