Lost Memories/ Amnesia Girl Chapter 8

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Dearest JoeMama,

Hmmmm…A name huh…You could always be Joe Mama2 or Joe_Mama?

I'm not sure and sorry for getting back so late. I needed a break from writing and rewriting.

Yours Truly,

~CuteAiboAibo

"It's very sweet of you to take Amarante home, Andy," Aisha said lovingly. She gave him a kiss on the cheek as Amarante said good bye to DaCosta.

"I was going to send DaCosta with her but I'm curious about her family life," Andy whispered to her.

"Oh a secret operation. Naughty naughty you," Aisha teased softly. She waved a finger at him with a sly wink.

"Bye DaCosta," Amarante said shyly. She looked down at the ground holding on to her bag.

"Have fun with your family," DaCosta replied.

"Yes sir!" she said with a salute. Once Aisha and Andy were done with their good byes, Amarante followed him down the stairs like an obedient lap dog. She didn't mind following Waltfeld in such a way.

"Remember what I told you about sex!" Aisha called out to her. Amarante blushed fiercely evoking a laugh from her commanding officer. DaCosta looked over at Aisha noticing that she could be just like Commander Waltfeld. The soldiers standing on guard looked at Amarante before looking at Aisha trying not to laugh.

"Yes Ms. A-Ma'am," Amarante said opening the door for her commander. Waltfeld was slightly bewildered at what she was doing. She stood there innocently enough waiting for her commander to get into the car. He understood WHY she was opening the door for him…yet it felt odd coming from her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Waiting," Amarante replied cocking her head. It felt good to wear civilian clothes again.

"Get in," Waltfeld replied.

"Officers first," Amarante giggled playfully.

"Beauty before age," Waltfeld answered with the same amount of playfulness. He pushed her into the car before they drove off to the civilian airport. It would take about a day or two for them to reach her home.

"Commander why aren't we taking a Z.A.F.T. plane?" Amarante asked staring out the window. There was never that much to look at. They sat in an unmarked car so there would be no trouble getting to the airport or at it. Waltfeld had taken out a newspaper to read for most of the ride.

"You're not serious," Waltfeld asked looking away from his newspaper.

"I am serious! Why aren't we taking a Z.A.F.T. plane?" she asked again. Innocently she cocked her head staring at her commander.

"Amarante…we're going to Atlantic Federation territory," Waltfeld said giving her a soft thump on the nose.

"HEY! Oh yeah…you're right," Amarante said with blush on her face.

"What do you like better, living on Earth or the PLANTs?" Waltfeld asked.

"Hm…I never really thought about that. I like both! But…when I'm in the PLANTs I feel like I'm bottled up. I've only been on the one where I was trained. I know a lot of PLANT coordinators prefer the PLANTs over Earth. I know there are some that would rather destroy Earth. Who would want to do that? The gravitational pull would expel the PLANTs from their orbit around the Earth and then they would fly off to nowhere or crash land somewhere," Amarante began before being cut off my Waltfeld.

"Woah woah. Settle down. I only asked which one you liked better," Waltfeld chuckled. He ruffled her hair causing her to become annoyed and retaliate.

"Oh yeah," she muttered with more blush. Slightly bored she kicked her feet gently before staring out the window again.

"Wanna cup of coffee?" Waltfeld asked politely.

"Nah… I mean no sir," Amarante said remembering who she was talking to.

"Relax," Waltfeld said waving a hand to calm her. She looked over at him quietly unsure if she wanted to give him a nod or a yes sir. She went with the nod as they reached the airport.

"Thanks for escorting me here sir," Amarante said with a curtsey. The man chuckled softly messing up her hair again. She let out a small cry of frustration as she tried to escape his hand.

"I'm escorting you ALL the way there," he replied picking up her bag from the curb.

"Why?" Amarante asked seeing that Waltfeld had things of his own. She reached out for her own only causing him to hold it over her head.

"Now, now let me be the gentleman here," Waltfeld teased.

"Are you staying?" Amarante asked curiously as they walked into the airport terminal. They waited in line before reaching the counter. Waltfeld addressed the woman as Amarante looked around slightly bored.

"Yeah…In a hotel," Waltfeld replied.

"Your daughter has a beautiful pair of emerald eyes," the lady behind the counter addressed.

"Oh, she's not my daughter, she's my niece," Waltfeld said as if he really meant it. He had thought over the questions people may have asked if they confronted them.

"Oops sorry about that. Have fun on your trip," the lady replied placing the bags on the conveyor belt behind her. Amarante trotted after her commander through security and all the way to the gate.

"Are you hungry?" Waltfeld asked noticing that they were nearing their flight time. There would be 2 layover flights before they reached Canada.

"No sir," Amarante replied. Waltfeld grabbed her shoulders pushing her close to his mouth to whisper in her ear.

"Look, stop acting as if you're my subordinate. Just change the tone of your voice and you'll be more convincing," Waltfeld said before releasing her.

"Alright," Amarante began. "I'm also pretty hungry."

"Why don't we find something to eat and then I can get a little coffee," Waltfeld asked politely.

"Okay!" she said happily. She picked her backpack and laptop case trotting after her commander once more.

"Where do you want to eat?" he asked pushing Amarante ahead of him.

"I don't know…what about you?" Amarante asked going back behind him.

"Do you want Pizza?" Waltfeld asked letting out a small sigh.

"No thank you," Amarante replied, "I really don't like Pizza."

"How about a hamburger," Waltfeld asked.

"That's okay," Amarante said with a gentle smile. She followed him into the busy burger joint. They waited in line patiently although the people around them were in a hurry.

"Alright. What do you want?" Waltfeld asked.

"I can buy it myself," Amarante said slightly defensively.

Waltfeld laughed, "Are you a big girl now?" He looked into her gentle face as it scrunched in disgust. Her eyes were always considerably lively and beautiful. It was something that people always looked into gently. She ordered her food, a cheeseburger, again waiting for her commander.

"Here," Waltfeld muttered holding out a box of fries for her.

"Ah…No thank you," Amarante said with a weak smile. He walked out of the bustling place followed by Amarante.

"Come on. Every time I come here I order them. Try it," Waltfeld convinced. She shook her head biting into the burger she had.

"No thank you," Amarante chuckled hesitantly. Eventually after finishing the burger she gave in and tried one of the fries.

"They are good," Amarante said softly.

"I told you so," Waltfeld snapped playfully.

"Your daughter is beautiful," a woman told them. Amarante blushed softly always hating comments like that. Her sister was the beautiful one, not her!

"Thanks but she's my niece. Told her that we could go visit North America," Waltfeld chuckled.

"Oh sorry. But she's very pretty. What a lovely pair of green eyes," the woman answered.

"Wow…Two LONG days," Waltfeld said stretching his arms.

"How come you didn't sit in first class?" Amarante asked curiously.

"I don't know…Sometimes it's fun to be the non-VIP. I don't like the cramp leg room though," Waltfeld replied. He saw her eyes were slightly dull because of the lack of sleep and jet lag.

"You should ride first class on your way back," Amarante said sweetly. She yawned sheepishly rubbing her eyes.

"No, I booked economy. I'm not leaving just yet either. I'm going to stay a few days to receive some sleep before heading back," Waltfeld said watching Amarante yawn again. They came off the plane ready to relax and lie down. Amarante enjoyed taking the stairs so she trotted down as Waltfeld took the escalator.

"Wait! Amarante!" he called out losing her in the crowd. He waited impatiently going down the escalator before bursting into the crowd. For a girl with red and pink hair, she's easy to lose track of. I should her told her to take the escalator, he thought walking through the crowd to find him.

"Here I am!" Amarante piped after 12 minutes of Waltfeld searching for her.

"Damn…You really worried me there!" Waltfeld snapped. Amarante looked down sadly feeling ashamed of herself.

She muttered softly, "I'm sorry." Waltfeld looked at her with a gentle smile pulling her into a hug.

"Hey…You just worried me a little. Sorry for snapping at you. Next time just wait for me at the bottom of the stairs, okay?" he said gently. She nodded softly following him to the baggage carousel. They watched bags go by until finding their own.

"Let's go," Waltfeld ordered.

"Yes," Amarante said trotting after him like the obedient little puppy she was. There was a car waiting for them which they loaded their bags into before getting in.

"Nice place," Waltfeld said as they approached her manor. And all this time I thought she was middle class…well that explains some things, Waltfeld thought.

"I don't live in the manor," Amarante replied.

"Oh…Is that so?" Waltfeld asked curiously. What does she mean by that? he thought. She wiggled her foot quickly becoming queasy about the question.

"I live there…in the tower," Amarante muttered pointing at the highest building near the back of the place. He looked to where her finger was pointing seeing a tall cylindrical tower. It looked like something out of a medieval movie.

"I don't want to know why," Waltfeld said coldly.

"O-Okay…My sister is home?" Amarante gasped gluing her eyes to the figure outside of the car. It rolled to a stop prompting her commander to get out of the car. He held the door for her causing her shock and disbelief. She only stared at him as he helped her out of the vehicle. Also it shocked her that her twin sister was wearing an Eurasian Federation uniform.

"Well look at the small thing, frightened like usual," the mirror image snapped.

"Hello sister," Amarante said politely.

"So your commander is here as well. Well what are you waiting for? Go put on that awful Z.A.F.T. uniform," Amaranta demanded.

"Yes dear sister," Amarante replied taking her bag from the trunk of the car.

"I guess I'll see you at the base, sir," Amarante said with a salute. A man hurried out the front door stopping next to the mirror girl.

"Oh no sir. Don't leave so suddenly. Come in, come in," the man said sweetly.

"Good day to you Dad," Amarante said with a small curtsey. So this is her father…he doesn't seem to hate you, Waltfeld thought as the man went up to Amarante.

"I'll take to you later," he snapped at Amarante before turning to Commander Waltfeld. "Hello sir, Takahashi Ichiro, what a pleasure to meet such a great man." The man extended his hand to him. Waltfeld hesitated slightly before shaking his hand politely.

"Andrew Waltfeld," Waltfeld replied.

"It's an honor to meet you," Ichiro replied. He turned to his younger daughter, Amarante, pushing her towards the steps.

"Are you staying here?" Amaranta asked.

"No," Waltfeld replied. Once inside Amarante went into a near-by bathroom and changed into her Z.A.F.T. uniform.

"Do stay, my good sir. We're going to have a little competition between the two girls," Ichiro replied.

"Amarante you look well," Waltfeld said as the shy girl came out of the restroom with her bag.

"Thank you sir," Amarante replied standing next to her sister. It was difficult to tell them apart. The only way you could was by their uniforms and facial expressions.

"Come this way please," the father ordered. Amarante fell back and walked next to her commander as another man joined the group. Presumably Amaranta's commander.

"I must be on my way," Waltfeld said sternly.

"Due stay for the rest of the day," Ichiro pleaded.

"Please sir," Amarante asked softly.

"Just today because you asked so nicely," Waltfeld sighed but smiled messing up his subordinates hair once again.

"Here we are. Why don't we see how accurate our ladies are," Ichiro said taking them outside. It was a shooting range for long range rifles.

"Dad," Amarante began before being cut off.

"I told you to call me father. You have no right to call me dad," Ichiro snapped. Amarante backed off and kept her mouth shut.

"Dad you know I'm the better shooter," Amaranta bragged. Waltfeld placed a hand on Amarante's shoulder ushering her forward. Her father smiled at Amaranta wrapping an arm around her shoulder in a hug.

"Go on. Everything will be alright," Waltfeld whispered into her ear. The two girls picked up protective gear and rifles before proceeding to the range.

"Amaranta is a wonderful pilot. She's already scored kills against your kind," Amaranta's commander boasted.

"Have you forgotten that Amaranta is a coordinator as well?" Commander Waltfeld asked.

"True. I am Captain Lucifer Lynch. I think it's better not to say what base we're in charge of," the Captain answered.

"Commander Andrew Waltfeld," Waltfeld said suspiciously holding out his hand. The two men shook hands causing Waltfeld to become more suspicious.

"Okay ladies," their father began, "Shoot all 10 targets. We're looking for accuracy and speed. Amaranta I'll give you a 30 second head start." Amarante sighed softly as her sister's time began. After 30 seconds past Amarante shot at the targets as well. Amazingly both sisters finished around the same time. Yet unlike Amaranta, Amarante stood up and saluted to her commander.

"At ease," Waltfeld commanded. She stood at rest as their father went to them.

"Go retrieve your targets…quickly," Ichiro commanded. The girls placed their rifles down before going on the empty range. Amarante sprinted to her targets while her sister did a brisk jog. She gather the targets quickly as her sister approached her.

"Come here Amarante," Amaranta cooed evilly. Amarante was already done with collecting her targets while Amaranta had not. Amarante gulped softly approaching her sister. Amaranta grabbed the targets from her throwing them into the air. They flew into the air as Amarante looked on in horror. They blew in the wind causing some to fly far away. She raced around for them obviously reaching her father last.

"Late as usual," Ichiro snorted.

"Now wait just a minute. Amaranta rigged this "game." Amarante's not late and Amaranta got a 30 second head start," Waltfeld retaliated.

"Like I said…Late as usual," Ichiro repeated. He looked over the targets shocked at Amarante's accuracy compared to her sister's.

"I'm the better shot right?" Amaranta bragged. Amarante stood their silently feeling awkward with the situation in front of her.

"Amarante? You little cheat," Ichiro snapped.

"What? I didn't cheat," Amarante replied innocently.

"Yes you did. You have always cheated! Stupid girl," Ichiro accused. Amarante looked down sadly as her sister chuckled.

"I told you I was the better shot," Amaranta boasted to the two commanders.

"Wait a minute! Look over the targets yourself," Waltfeld suggested.

"You can order around that clone but you can't order around Amaranta," Captain Lynch snapped.

"I'm not giving her an order and "that clone" has a name, Amarante!" Waltfeld responded. This place is nuts…maybe I shouldn't have sent her home…Waltfeld thought regretfully.

"No Commander Waltfeld…Amaranta is a better shooter than I am," Amarante said softly. Alarmed at the way she was acting Waltfeld just stared at her. There was a small amount of tears in her eyes as her sister smiled.

"What was that baby?" Amaranta asked grabbing her sister's cheeks.

"YOU are the better shooter," Amarante said even louder.

"Come on we still have more tests to go through with," Ichiro said happily. His happiness seemed evil and twisted as they walked to an arena that had two large machines. They were fighter plane simulators.

"Now…You two will shoot down as many enemy aka Z.A.F.T. targets," Ichiro ordered.

"I can not do that sir," Amarante replied.

"What do you mean by that Amarante," Amaranta said bewildered at her sister's answer.

"I am proud to be a Z.A.F.T. soldier. I will not shoot down Z.A.F.T. mobile suits. My sister is my enemy," Amarante replied.

"So be it," Amaranta snorted as they both boarded the machines. The battle lasted over 15 minutes and no one knew who would be the victor in the end.

"Amaranta's so great. Once the Earth Alliance has their own mobile suits I'm getting Amaranta one," Captian Lynch. Amaranta emerged first from the simulator angered and steamed. Waltfeld could only laugh at that statement knowing that it probably wouldn't happen for a LONG time. Lynch and the twin's father glared at him as the girls approached.

"So my darling precious daughter…who won?" Ichiro cooed at Amaranta.

"Amarante cheated again. That's probably how she became such an advanced soldier," Amaranta snapped.

"Quit being such a sore loser," Waltfeld groaned as Amarante came out of hers. Her face was white in horror as she approached them. Waltfeld placed a hand on her shoulder causing the girl to jump.

"Everything will be alright," he whispered into her ear. She shook her head no as her father turned to her.

"We'll do the last test tomorrow. Amarante…go to your room," he said trying to not sound furious. Amarante nodded walking away from everyone.

"If you'll excuse me," Waltfeld muttered before following after the emotional Amarante.

"Hey…Sorry for insisting," Waltfeld said before being cut off as they reached her tower.

"Oh no it's alright. This always happens to me. Amarante is used to this type of treatment," Amarante said softly trying to stop the tears in her eyes. She unlocked the door allowing them inside. It was weird to hear Amarante refer to herself in third person.

"I'm sorry to put you through so much trouble," Waltfeld regretted before noticing that her eyes were watery. She continued to pace around the room before stopping suddenly. It was dead quiet as she rubbed her eyes gently.

"You wanna know why my father hates me?" Amarante asked turning around and staring at him straight in the eyes.

"Amarante…Don't say…" Waltfeld began before being cut off by his subordinate. He was surprised that she would do such a thing. Normal Amarante would never do anything like this.

"I know you want to know. I know that DaCosta is researching my background," Amarante snapped. She said it with such disdain and anger.

"Amarante," Waltfeld sighed.

"It was May 10, CE 60. Mother's Day. My mom and I were celebrating while Amaranta and my father were preparing the surprise. We were going to take her to her favorite restaurant. I gave her a white rose. I really liked white roses at the time. I thought it represented purity. Suddenly we heard someone break in. My mother put me in a closet and told me to stay there. It was an old-fashion closet so it had a key hole. She told me to stay there and not to move or make a noise. I watched in horror as our intruder entered the room. My mother asked what he wanted but the man only laughed and said something that I can't remember now… He raped my mom…My eyes were glued to the key hole as tears came down from my eyes. I let out a teeny tiny whimper which alerted my mom's attacker. He moved towards the door striking fear into my body. I moved to the back of the closet trying to get away. My mother grabbed him I guess and he shot her. He became too distracted with my mom to remember me. I went back to the key hole and I saw him aim the gun at her head…he fired. She said this in French, "she will inherit my estate and the land." She didn't die. He shot her through her heart. Yet again…she didn't die so he beat her until she didn't make any noise. Then my father came in the room. He yelled at him. He said that he was only to rape her. After that…I think I passed out. My father killed my mom…I know he did," Amarante cried. Waltfeld got up from his seat walking over to the sobbing Amarante. He placed his hands on her shoulders staring into her sad face. Quickly he embraced her trying to sooth Amarante. She cried in his arms trying to act strong and brave for her commander.

"Amarante," Waltfeld said softly stroking her hair softly.

"I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as you think I am," Amarante cried.

"Don't worry about that right now, Amarante," Waltfeld soothed into her hair.

"So you're staying there?" Aisha asked over the phone. "Andy are you alright?"

"Yeah. Amarante needs someone on her side right now. She told me the story on how her mother was murdered," Andy said quietly. In the middle part of the tower Amarante was fast asleep. He didn't want to wake her.

"Oh no…oh Andy." Aisha gasped. Her hand shook as she covered her mouth.

"Yeah. The poor thing watched what happened," Andy replied. She gasped again before mumbling something to herself. It was hard for her to stay awake during their conversation.

"It's early here so I'll call you a little later okay?" Aisha asked with a yawn. Her voice was quivering causing Andy to become concerned about her.

"Aisha," Andy began.

"Hm?" she answered drowsily.

"I love you," Andy replied.

"I love you too Andy," she chuckled before hanging up. She thought about her "little girl" as she tried to fall back asleep. It was too hard for her to do such a thing know that Amarante wasn't okay.