Waltfeld's Daughter Chapter 5
Well I'm not too sure about how to make the personalties of Andy's parents so it'll probably be a while until you see them again. This has been a major flop.
"Murrue! So glad you could come over. Mare's asleep on the couch but she's a heavy sleeper. Are you ready for DaCosta's wedding?" Andrew asked inviting the woman inside. She nodded going inside.
"Thank you," Murrue answered.
"How are you Murrue?" Waltfeld asked gently.
"Everything's going great!" she lied with a beautiful smile painted on her face.
"You're lying, what's going on?" Waltfeld replied.
"No really everything's fine!" she chuckled placing her hands up in defense.
"You're just like this sleeping beauty, you tell your emotions through your eyes. What's wrong Murrue?" Waltfeld answered going through Amarante's hair gently.
Murrue sighed, "It's hard paying the rent some months and I get terribly lonely especially without him around."
"Stay here with us then, it's just the two of us and Amarante needs a female role model. Aisha was the only real influence on her life. I'm pretty sure he told you that her mother died when she was little," Waltfeld answered.
"No I couldn't do that," Murrue muttered.
"It's fine Murrue, you'll have company but I will admit we might be a pain in the ass at times," Waltfeld answered with a laugh. "She really follows after me."
"I…couldn't," Murrue answered shaking her head.
"You shouldn't stay lonely, I do worry about you. Please come live with us," Waltfeld asked kindly.
Murrue sighed, "Alright, but are you sure Amarante will like this?"
"Don't worry about her," Waltfeld answered. "She doesn't dictate who can come and stay."
"Andrew…this isn't right," Murrue answered.
"Nonsense! We all need time to be with others to complete the healing process. Besides we've all lost someone very important to us in the war: I lost Aisha, my wife, Amarante her father, although they we're close, Nicol, her boyfriend and your lover, Mu la Flaga. Murrue everything will be okay, and I don't want to worry about you anymore," Waltfeld answered.
"Dad, what's all this stuff?" Amarante asked.
"Murrue's moving in," Andrew answered.
"What?!" Amarante snapped.
"She's moving in," Andrew answered.
"But…why?" Amarante asked.
"Because she needs help right now," Andrew answered getting angry with his daughter.
"Okay, going on my trip Dad," Amarante answered quickly.
"Wait a minute where are you going little Tiger Lily?" Andrew asked.
"You told me to look at places in the PLANTs," Amarante said with a cheerful smile.
"Yeah but we were going to do that together," Andrew whined playfully like a child.
"Sorry, already planned the flight. Also I conned DaCosta into taking me to the airport," Amarante answered.
"Mare…you're not missing the wedding," Andrew said sternly.
"I'm not, I'm looking in the same PLANT. I'll be okay Daddy," Amarante said with a sweet smile.
"Well alright Cubby, be safe," Andrew replied as the girl ran throughout the door.
"Andrew…The wedding isn't for six months," Murrue said putting down a box of her things.
"No it isn't for…six da…MARE!" Andrew snapped running to the door, only to see that she was already gone.
"You didn't realize it?" Murrue asked with a small laugh.
"That girl is dead," Andrew growled.
"Be reasonable. Maybe she's going to surprise you," Murrue soothed.
"Well this sucks…this dye is too temporary. I guess black will have to do," Amarante sighed in her hotel room. "Amarante Takahashi will no longer exist in the PLANTs, I'll become a great commander from the shadows so I can make sure ZAFT goes in the right direction. I'll be Odette Swan, the angel of the shadows." I just hate that I have to lie to Daddy…once he figures out that I left he's going to be so upset. Focus Mare…you have to dye your hair before you go to boot camp…again, Amarante sighed getting one good look at her hair.
"Odette Swan…Your parents are from France?" a soldier asked curiously.
"Qui! My mother and father are Naturals…they moved here to have me!" Odette said in a perfect French accent. Thank god my mom really is French…and on an every day basis I'm just suppressing this accent, Amarante thought handing him more paper work. Looking her up and down the soldier nodded for her to proceed to the next station. You've done all of this once before…nothing to be nervous about Amarante thought boarding a bus. This was going to be a long 4 to 5 months.
"Maremare!" Waltfeld called out as his daughter ran to him. Luckily the dye had come out and she had become another red uniform soldier.
"Daddy! I missed you!" Amarante cried wrapping her arms around him.
"Don't you ever do that again," Waltfeld snapped. He hugged her tightly kissing her head lovingly.
"You got a prosthetic arm?! Dad!" Amarante answered.
"I got one for the wedding. I'm thinking about keeping it. What have you been up to my Little Cubby?" Waltfeld asked.
"Well looking for a place…but I haven't really found anything to your caliber," Amarante sighed. "Hi Murrue!" She gave a gentle wave.
"Thanks for coming down Maremare…DaCosta changed the venue," Waltfeld sighed.
"Don't worry, I love you Daddy. How are you Ms. Murrue?" Amarante asked.
"Oh I'm alright," Murrue answered.
"So did you meet anyone interesting?" Waltfeld asked slyly.
"NO!" Amarante answered her cheeks turning red.
"Andrew don't tease her," Murrue scolded.
"Hey! You're supposed to be on my side!" Waltfeld snapped.
"Thank you Murrue," Amarante cheered.
"Well what do you want to do sweetheart! We can go out and eat, or I can take you home," Waltfeld replied.
"Need food," Amarante muttered as her stomach growled loudly.
"So you're a cave woman now?" Waltfeld asked with a chuckle.
"NO! DAD!" Amarante whined.
"Well I have to make up for lost time, Maremare," Waltfeld teased.
"There you go. You look like a beautiful doll," Murrue cooed putting away her make-up case.
"Thank you," Amarante muttered bashfully.
"Don't mention it. Now go show your father," Murrue chuckled. Amarante blushed as Murrue gently primped her hair before helping Mare to her feet.
"Thank you so much Murrue!" Amarante repeated throwing her arms around the woman.
"You're welcome sweetheart," Murrue replied before guiding her out of the room.
"What if he doesn't like it?" Amarante asked worriedly.
"I doubt that. He may tease you, but I'm positive that he'll love you just the same," Murrue replied.
"Is Athrun and Kira going to be there?"
"I'm not sure about Kira, but I think Athrun will be there," Murrue replied as they walked down the hallway to Waltfeld's study. She knocked gently on the door before letting herself and Amarante in. "Isn't she a beautiful little angel?" Upon hearing those words Amarante darted out of the room and hid behind a nearby wall.
"She's a shy angel. Cubby, come here," Waltfeld ordered. He heard her slowly approach before seeing a few locks of red hair and part of a face. "Hey sweetheart, why don't you come out all the way so I can see you?"
"But," Amarante asked.
"Come Cubby," Waltfeld ordered. Stepping out Amarante revealed herself to her father. "Don't you look beautiful? Like a cute little baby doll!"
"We're going to be late!" Amarante snapped.
"Okay my little angel," Waltfeld teased straightening his tie. He picked up his suit coat escorting Murrue out of the room. "Come on Amarante, take my other arm." Quickly Amarante wrapped her arm around his prosthetic limb only to pull it off accidentally. Holding it in her hands Amarante let out a small scream of terror.
"SORRY!" Amarante cried her face turning a crimson red. She handed it back to him apologetically.
"You pulled off my arm!" Waltfeld cried out playfully. He chuckled securing it over his rifle. "See good as new." Amarante nodded following behind Murrue and her father.
"Here Mare," Murrue began, "take this arm."
"I'm fine," Amarante said bashfully.
"Okay sweetheart," Waltfeld cooed.
"I'll get your cane and meet you at the car!" Amarante said cheerfully.
"I don't need it," Waltfeld replied.
"What?" Amarante muttered.
"I…don't…need…it. Come on sweetheart," Waltfeld growled.
"Cubby, father daughter dance, now," Waltfeld ordered at the reception. Taking his daughter's hand he pulled her on to the dance floor. She blushed softly as he twirled her around the dance floor.
"Dad," Amarante muttered. "People are staring."
"Because you're so adorable," Waltfeld chuckled. "By the way little lady, I want you to start taking ballet lessons. There's also an audition for Swan Lake at a near-by studio. I want you to audition."
"But," Amarante whined.
"NO Tiger Lily. You're auditioning and that's final my little lady," Waltfeld ordered.
"Fine but I haven't danced in such a long time," Amarante sighed.
"You're dancing fine right now," Waltfeld replied. "Also what about all the practice you did at Banadiya?"
"Okay," Amarante sighed.
"Good Cubby,"