Amnesia Girl Chapter 2

She is unable to go into SEED Mode.

January 1, 2017: Fixed spelling and grammatical errors. Added new information and description. I hope you guys enjoy! Please review if you do!

"Congrats on your first mission. You really do deserve your red uniform," a fellow pilot said cheerfully. She smiled bashfully as her fellow soldiers patted her on her back.

"Well well my little lady you fight well," Commander Waltfeld said clapping his hands together softly. She saluted quickly along with the other soldiers. Waltfeld was intrigued, Amarante was quite the young lady, she was shy but her tactical skills were far above any of his other soldiers, even those who had been with him for the last several months.

"Thank you, sir," Amarante said gratefully. Amarante felt a swell of pride, her new Commander was praising her. She couldn't help but blush, it felt good to be appreciated.

"You remind me of myself when I was younger, except for the blush." The soldiers laughed, Amarante furrowed her brows and blushed more. Waltfeld raised his hand, the soldiers silenced themselves. "Cautious but a brilliant strategist…It looks like you'll be a commander in no time," Waltfeld chuckled. Waltfeld raised an eyebrow, Amarante was quickly turning pale. I figured, Waltfeld thought watching Amarante carefully.

"You're too kind," Amarante said softly. She felt strange, her body felt numb. She fell to her knees staring off into the distance. Waltfeld quickly kneeled pushing her body towards him. He felt her body shiver against him, she was in shock. He quickly laid her down, her body was shaking, her eyes open and distance.

"Hey DaCosta, call a medical team," Waltfeld ordered. "Amarante?" Waltfeld waved his hand over her face seeing if she would follow his hand with her eyes. "Amarante, talk to me… Damn it." She continued to shake and she didn't respond to anything. Her body began to perspire.

"It looks like we've got a shaker," a soldier joked. Shock was commonplace in the military especially among new recruits.

"Give her a break it's her first mission," Waltfeld snapped. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, every soldier reacted differently to the stress of battle, he would have to watch her carefully until she was finally comfortable.

Amarante woke up in the infirmary hours later sitting up in a jolt. She looked around confused and tired before spotting Commander Waltfeld. Her hair was sticky and wet and stuck to the side of her face. He looked a little worried but relieved that Amarante was awake and alert.

"Well you went through an episode of shock," he said drinking some of his coffee. Amarante crossed her legs underneath the blankets to keep her upright position. Waltfeld placed his mug down standing up. He stretched, he wasn't sure how long he was there, but it was important to see Amarante come to.

"Is that bad?" Amarante asked. Waltfeld smiled, she was so innocent it hurt. Many of her questions had obvious answers, but she still asked them anyways, it added to her charm.

"It's almost normal for new soldiers to go through shock after their first mission so I'm not that worried. Just take the next couple of hours to relax," Commander Waltfeld soothed placing a hand on her shoulder. Amarante looked down at her hands, she had an IV in the left. She felt the icy fluid pump into her hand, she shivered.

"But…I'll be late for my shift," Amarante almost whined. She had work to do and as Waltfeld's newest soldier, she had to prove herself to everyone. She has a good work drive…perhaps she's more like DaCosta, Waltfeld thought.

"You need to relax. If you don't then…I'll make it an order," Waltfeld demanded. He laughed seeing her pout. "Amarante, do you really want to work that much?" She nodded. "I can't have you do that my little lady. You need to rest, and that's an order."

"Yes sir," Amarante sighed. He patted her shoulder tenderly. Waltfeld left her with a small chuckle before going back to his office. Next, he ordered DaCosta to his office.

"You called sir?" DaCosta asked. Waltfeld was back at it with another coffee brew.

"Yes…I want you to find out everything about our new recruit," Waltfeld ordered.

"Everything?" DaCosta asked almost bewildered. Commander Waltfeld was a great tactician, but how would this information help him effectively lead Amarante into battle?

"Did I stutter? Yes everything, There's something suspicious about that girl. I know she's not a spy but her behavior during battle is peculiar. She's better than any pilot at this base…hell I think she might be better than Aisha and that's saying something. I'm quite intrigued by this young lady," Waltfeld answered. "Well it looks like I've conquered my boredom for a little while."

"When do you want this information?" DaCosta asked. If he didn't ask, Waltfeld would be on him the minute he left the room. Waltfeld leaned back in his chair, he thought it over silently.

"How about in the next two hours," Waltfeld said with an amused face. He smiled wickedly at DaCosta who took a step back from the Commander's desk. The young red headed man gulped nervously.

"Two hours? Sir I hardly think that's enough time," DaCosta retaliated.

"Well I guess you shouldn't be sitting here talking to me then?" Waltfeld answered nonchalantly. He picked up his mug, going over to his coffee making supplies.

"Y-Yes Sir!" DaCosta exclaimed almost running out of the room. Waltfeld let out a slight laugh as he moved his supplies to his desk excitedly. He should have made it an hour, he wanted that report as soon as possible, Amarante was a unique young lady. None of his soldiers were quite like her. He prepared a new brew but it wasn't as exciting as normal, he couldn't stop thinking about Amarante and her keen battle sense. He finally had a soldier that he could properly teach the finesses of battle and battle strategy. He went over his reports but they bored him. He couldn't focus on them as he thought about the battle strategies his new recruit used today. Two hours on the dot, DaCosta was back. This is why Waltfeld was happy to have DaCosta, he was always punctual and he always kept his word.

"So, what have you found out?" Waltfeld asked eagerly.

"Eager, are we?" DaCosta asked. I haven't seen the Commander this interested in a soldier since Kirkwood joined. And then Kirkwood turned out to be not quite what the Commander wanted for an apprentice…perhaps he sees it in Amarante? DaCosta thought.

"Just get to what you find," Waltfeld grumbled.

"She's a first-generation coordinator which explains why she lived in Canada. Her mother died when she was five. She has a cousin in the Earth Forces. Amarante's only sibling is her sister Amaranta. Amarante was active in PLANT pageants despite her shyness. Before joining ZAFT she was involved in a ballet group as the second lead dancer," DaCosta informed. "Maybe some of her lack of self-esteem comes from these pageants?"

"No. Whatever affected her self-esteem has been instilled in her for a long time," Waltfeld replied. "I looked into the DuPont family…it seems they were landed aristocrats years ago, well I guess you could say they still are. Say, what's her cousin's name? If they're apart of the DuPont family, I bet whoever he or she is, is a well-known individual." DaCosta took a small step back. Waltfeld growled slightly, he wasn't used to DaCosta failing him.

"I wasn't able to find that out. The only way was to ask her," DaCosta countered. Waltfeld's back stiffened, DaCosta gulped. Waltfeld's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Then why didn't you ask her?" Waltfeld interrogated. DaCosta took another small step back as he searched for an answer. "Well answer me."

"a-ah…Well sir…" DaCosta mustered. He didn't have an answer for him, he wanted to do this covertly, they didn't need Amarante to know about this information gathering.

"I told you to get all information on her. I didn't give you a particular way of how you received it," Waltfeld snapped.

"Yes sir. Should I go ask her now?" DaCosta questioned.

"No. She'll be suspicious then. I guess we can just learn as we go," Waltfeld sighed taking the papers from DaCosta. Oh well, he'd have DaCosta just do more digging, at least he had enough to get started.

"Sir if I may ask…Why have you taken interest in her?" DaCosta asked curiously. DaCosta wanted to confirm his suspicions. Waltfeld had transferred so many new recruits lately, some requested it, some needed it, and some he just didn't like. Yet with every transfer and every new recruit Waltfeld was looking for something unique in his soldiers.

"I was thinking about taking on an apprentice. With the way, she fights she'll become a commander in no time or at least second in command. We already have too many brash military leaders. Too many commanders that shoot first and ask questions later," Waltfeld elaborated.

"Do you think she'll be happy with that?" DaCosta asked. Amarante was a very hesitant young lady, she would probably resist and say she was unqualified.

"Yeah. She'll be fine. It's better than having her turn into a mindless zombie," Waltfeld joked. "She just wants to blend in right now, and that's a problem."

"Shouldn't we let her blend in? Get her used to being here?" DaCosta asked.

"Well there's the problem. Amarante just wants to blend in and be a part of the crowd. She wants the crowd to think for her because she feels like she's not strong enough to think for herself. She thrives on receiving orders, but she's terrified when she doesn't have orders to follow. I want her to be confident enough to think on her own like I know she can," Waltfeld replied. "You're dismissed." DaCosta clicked his heels together before leaving the Commander's office.

Aisha wandered around the Lesseps looking for the new red-haired girl. The young girl always tried to hide from everyone, she wanting to be unassuming, unlike her uniform. Aisha found the young girl on one of the decks watching the sunset. The girl stood there seemingly lost in her own mind. Aisha approached her, watching the young girl's hair blow in the wind. Aisha watched Amarante and thought about the girl's family. Unlike the other soldiers onboard the Lesseps, Amarante never wrote to her father or sister. Yet the girl always eagerly waited for the mail and was always sadly disappointed when no mail arrived. "How come you don't write to your family?" Aisha asked standing next to Amarante. Amarante turned her head towards Aisha, an impassive expression plastered on her face. "I know it a little difficult considering your origins, but it can be done."

"My father and sister do not like me." Amarante's voice was cold and distant. "They never have…they never will." Amarante turned away from Aisha. Her voice spoke softly, "I wish they would though…"

"What about your mother?" Aisha asked. Aisha reached up to pet Amarante's head. Amarante didn't dare move as Aisha's hand moved tenderly over her hair. It felt nice, it made her feel loved and appreciated.

"My mother was murdered when I was 5. She was the only one who was really nice to me," Amarante whispered. She never liked talking about her mother, she was the only good thing in her life. She didn't like bringing up those memories, it made her remember that day where her mother was taken for her. All Amarante wanted to do was move on with her life but she always found herself thinking about her mother. "The case has not been solved…" Amarante felt that this was the reason why she couldn't move on. It was still very hard for Amarante to understand and to cope with.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry," Aisha expressed.

"I want to say it's alright but…My mother was very kind. I remember she liked flowers…roses especially…that's how my sister and I got our names… 'The flower that never fades'. I have trouble remembering what she looks like…with every year her face gets blurrier in my mind. Maybe she might be alive if I wasn't born as a coordinator," Amarante said sadly. Amarante looked down at her hands wondering if she could have done something all those years ago, it was a desperate thought of a young child.

"Don't blame yourself. Nothing ever comes out of blaming yourself," Aisha soothed hugging the girl. Amarante rubbed the tears out of her eyes, she didn't want to cry in front of her Commander's lover. Yet that was the only thing she felt like doing, crying, crying for all the tears she forced herself to not cry.

"Right…I'll try not to," Amarante nodded. Aisha found Amarante's words to be forced. Aisha sighed placing her head on top of Amarante's. She's had this talk before…oh Andy…what are we going to do with this one? Please don't send her away…please help this young child who desperately needs a role model, Aisha thought.

"Andy and I are very fond of you," Aisha hinted, "When we have a girl child she will surely bear your name." Amarante froze in Aisha's grip. Amarante didn't want this! She just wanted to be a good girl who blended in, who didn't make herself a nuisance and was unassuming to everyone.

"A-Ah thank you?" Amarante answered. Aisha rocked the young girl in her arms tenderly rubbing the young girl's head. She needs a family…that's what she needs and Andy and I are going to give it to her, Aisha thought.

"You're having a hard time here, aren't you?" Aisha asked changing the subject. She was happy that Amarante was opening up to her but something felt a little strange.

"A little…I miss my family…but I know they don't miss me. I feel liked here…It's almost as if the other pilots are my family. But…I can't connect with them for some reason…," Amarante sighed. Aisha pulled away rubbing Amarante's shoulders. Aisha gave Amarante a motherly smile. Amarante responded with a lopsided one.

"Maybe you just need more time to adapt," Aisha suggested. Aisha continued to rub Amarante's shoulders. The sky was darkening, it would be best if they headed inside.

"Maybe," Amarante sighed once more. Commander Waltfeld approached seeing the two young ladies. Amarante looked like her normal meek self but Aisha looked different, she wore an expression that Waltfeld had never seen. It was motherly, Aisha was looking at Amarante with motherly love and affection.

"You're a great warrior…You fight just like Andy but you're…you're different. Amarante, you fight like no one I've ever seen. You're exceptional," Aisha congratulated. "Don't ever forget that okay?" Amarante nodded her body numbing to the praise. These were all things she was not used to. Waltfeld cleared his throat making his presence known. He wasn't sure if he could think of Aisha as a mother just yet. Amarante was just a child, but she was someone else's child yet Aisha wanted more than that.

"So here are my two favorite ladies. Amarante, let's go," Commander Waltfeld ordered. Amarante's curiosity peaked, where were they going?

"Yes sir!" she said standing up with a salute. Stiff as a board…it's going to be hard to "fix" some of these habits…she's just like DaCosta, Waltfeld thought.

"Stop with all the saluting…you're not in boot camp anymore," he snapped playfully leading her away. Amarante jumped taking a few steps back. She didn't really understand her new commander, she was told he was eccentric, but in truth he was just unpredictable. Perhaps that was just a part of his charm.

"Ye-Yes sir."

"Come on…this way," he lured she followed behind him quickly curious to where they were going. She was excited, she didn't know exactly what the Commander had instore but it seemed interesting. Waltfeld smiled, the excited twinkle in her eyes reminded him of himself when he was younger. They met DaCosta at the locker rooms, he was waiting with a clipboard. Amarante prepared to salute only to have Waltfeld grab her right arm. She blushed profusely backing away from the two men.

"Sir where are we going?" Amarante asked. She smiled excitedly, DaCosta noticed the look in her face and eyes. She's going to become a mini Commander Waltfeld…I guarantee it, DaCosta thought. He resisted the chill down his spine, one Commander Waltfeld was enough, two would be hell.

"Suit up. You're going scouting tonight," he ordered.

"Yes sir!" Amarante gasped excitedly. She saluted before running into the locker room. Waltfeld chuckled, she was a good soldier.

"Sir we're going scouting?" DaCosta asked surprised that his commander had changed his plans…again. It shouldn't have surprised him anymore since Waltfeld changed plans on a regular basis.

"DaCosta…Get my BuCUE ready," the commander ordered.

"You're going to sortie? Isn't that rather risky?" DaCosta informed. "And it's unorthodox." In DaCosta's opinion, Waltfeld was to remain behind the lines giving orders, not out in personal machine like a common soldier. Waltfeld found that boring, he needed a thrill every now and then.

"We'll be scouting…in a way. I'm going to force that girl to fight me. I want to see her skills on a personal level," Waltfeld began, "You take it out and then we'll swap places. I didn't get to where I am without being risky and unorthodox."

"Yes Sir," DaCosta answered walking away from him. I hope the commander knows what he's doing…DaCosta thought over carefully. DaCosta had been Waltfeld's adjutant for almost over a year, and he still had trouble understanding him.