Here is chapter one. Once again thank to those of you taking your time to read it. It means alot to me.

All the orginal characters to this story belong to the orginal author.

Chapter 1:

Today was a warm and sunny. You could tell that the winds outside were calm and so was the life out side. It was just one of those types of mornings. Just a patch of light got through the curtains of my room. I rose to the disturbing sound of my alarm. I now felt the cool air in the room as I reached to turn off my alarm. A shiver went down my body from the cool air above my covers. Then I turned to face the ceiling.

"Today is the day" I thought to myself.

I looked at the photo of my mother, older brother and younger sister that have died. I could still she her in the morning. She would be running to our rooms telling us to wake up and start a new and better day.

She always wore some sort of a light, misty blue colored skirt that went down to her knees. Her shirt would be made of cotton that was normally the same color as the skirt. The shirt would fit every curve on her body like it was specially made for her. It was usually a v-neck that didn't show off much cleverage. She would wear high heels to make herself look nice. But she never really need to do that, because everything she wore looked nice on her. Especially with her soft smooth face that needed no makeup at all. The most she wore was some lipstick on her full lips that moved like the wind as she spoke and she would aslo sometimes wear eye shadow on her soft blue eyes. Her long dark hair would be up in a bun as if nothing was holding it. She would only wear two piece of jewelry every day. That was of course, the wedding ring and the necklace my father had given her on their first anniversary. And when she would smile, no matter what was happening, it brightened up the whole room. My mother was forty when she died.

My older brother was strong and always tried to fulfill my father's dream. Though he didn't look much built, he was. He had a broad, handsome face that looked perfect. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes. His eyes always seemed to smile and be at peace. But when he was forced to do things that were out of the question to him or when someone had hurt his family they would become dark and cold, and is whole face would freeze into one terrifying look. You would wonder if it would ever go back to normal. Though my brother did not like fulfilling my father's dream, he did. He did it for us. He knew that my father would make my younger sister and I fulfill his dream if he did not. He was always caring and looking out for us. He always had girls running up to him as if there was no tomorrow. He always told them that he had already found the one.

And we all agreed on that. Her name was Nami Yoritomo. She was a shy and innocent girl. Her hair was about shoulder length and it was blonde. She had a childish face that always smiled. But whenever my brother held her in his arms she would start glowing. My brother accident has nearly killed her in more ways than one. She is now living with me. My brother died at age twenty-two.

My younger sister was average height. She had shoulder length hair that was a brown color with a little bit of a red look in it. She always put in a high ponytail. Her light brown eyes could describe everything she was on the inside. She had an occasional attitude now and again, but we loved her. She was always ready to take the world by force. Saying she could anything and everything she wanted. But, she would find out every day something she needed help with; that's when all of us would be by her side. She would always wear jeans or a little skirt, with short sleeved shirt and a light jacket. Her shoes could be anything, depending on the day. She was attached to her cell phone my mother and father had given her. It was so funny to watch her sit there and stare at it. She died at age eleven.

I can still remember when I received the news about their death. I broke down in tears and locked my self in my room, not allowing anyone to come in for three weeks. Then two months later I decided I would complete my father's dream for my brother. And so I joined the Z.A.F.T. military force. Today was the day that I would get assigned to my ship and team. I jumped out of bed, putting all the bad memories behind me; just my goal was set in my mind. I went straight for the curtains in my room to let the light in. But, as I reached for them, I heard a knock at the doors.

"Who is it?" I asked.

The door slowly creeped open and I saw her smooth childish face.

"My lady," she said in a small voice. "Are you up? You need to start getting ready. Let me get your uniform."

I smiled and returned to opening the curtains. Mina was my maid or housekeeper, if you will. She has been keeping me on top of things around here.

"Thank you, Mina," I replied with a bright smile. She returned it and started my bath.

The sunlight had brightened up the whole room. The crimson red walls sparkled in the sun with the chandelier. The dark wood on my bed, desk, closet, nightstand, and bookshelf looked as smooth as ever. The ruby red chair and bedspread helped the walls complete the room. I grabbed my remote to the TV and turned on the news.

They had just gotten to the weather. The sound drifted off as I entered my bathroom. It was all white. The marble floor, was cold, which was usual for a morning like this one. The mirror shined brightly as the sun hit it from the window right above the bathtub. The bathroom counters were marble and the walls had a sparkling touch to them.

Mina had just finished my bath as I finished undressing. As I stepped in, a warmth spread through my body. All my muscles relaxed and unlocked. The sweet smell of my warm vanilla sugar body soap helped me get calm. I stayed in for 45 minutes to calm myself for today. As I got out, I dried off and put on my uniform. It was a normal red uniform for Z.A.F.T officers. It had not a long but not a short skirt that was a ruby red color that reached half way down my thighs, and then I had to put on my white shirt and then the red Z.A.F.T. military jacket over it and buttoned it up. I had a quick breakfast and then quickly grabbed my high heel white boots and headed for the door, straight for my car. The way I drove it only took me fifteen minutes to get there so I was right on time.

I stood next to my friend Tiara Toya for the ceremony. Tiara and I were placed on the same ship, the Minerva. But, sadly so was my fiancé'. That really made my day. I knew that my dad did that on purpose. Ever since my mother, brother and sister died, he started acting different. So I just ignored it for now. I got a grand tour of the ship. It was even bigger than I thought it would be. I was in shock.

Toya and I had to share a room with another team member, that which did not bother us at all. We started putting our belongings away. Right when we were done the ship was attacked. The whole ship shook. I looked at Toya. She was staring at me.

"What attacked the ship?!" I asked myself. "Or who attacked the ship and why?"

Thank you for reading and please review are welcomed. This is my first story so please do not be too mean about it. Ideas and suggestions to make that story better are welcomed.