Lost Memories/Amnesia Girl Chapter 9
"Amarante are you in there?" Waltfeld asked knocking on the door. She opened the door already in her uniform.
"Hello sir," Amarante answered. Her face was bright like the normal girl he knew. How does she rebound so quickly? Waltfeld thought holding the door opened for her.
"Are you hungry?" Waltfeld asked. He signaled for her to follow him which she was happily obliged.
"No, I have already eaten," Amarante replied. She trotted after him playfully humming a song to herself.
"How do you rebound so quickly?" Waltfeld asked stopping in his tracks.
"Tomorrow will always be better, I always told myself that. I can't always focus on the bad forever sir," Amarante replied continuing her trot. Waltfeld followed soon after.
"Is that so," Waltfeld said with a small chuckle. He patted the top of her head before walking ahead of her.
"Yes sir," Amarante replied. She led him to an arena like area where they waited for the last three people to arrive.
"Why do you arrive so early? You never get anywhere by being early. You should just arrive on time," Amaranta snorted.
"I like being early," Amarante said plainly.
"Well we're going to postpone this activity for a little art," Ichiro beamed. Maybe my father will finally recognize me if I dance my heart out Amarante thought with a gentle smile.
"Let's go sir," Amarante giggled happily. Why is she so happy. I thought I destroyed her confidence yesterday! Amaranta thought angrily as she watched her sister flutter around her commander. Ichiro led them into the house and up the stairs. Amarante took off her shoes before following the company upstairs. Her father opened the door for the small party to a room filled with instruments. Amarante's favorite was the harp but she was shocked to see that it was missing.
"Amarante you're going to play the piano while Amaranta sings," Ichiro snapped.
"Yes sir," Amarante sighed. Her sister had a horrible voice, she was very beautiful but her singing voice was under developed. No one knew the difference between the two so Amarante was commonly forced to sing for Amaranta. She knew that she had to play something that was only in two octaves.
"Don't play yet, our guests would like to look at the pictures on the wall," Ichiro said sweetly.
"What song do you want to sing?" Amarante asked quietly.
"I want to appear cute so the one from the Aristocats," Amaranta snapped.
"Which one is that?" Amarante asked not knowing which one she talked about.
"The one in the beginning you idiot," Amaranta snapped once again.
"Fine," Amarante groaned playing a little background music.
"You're very good," Captain Lynch praised.
"This isn't my strong point. I love to dance. I would love it if a special someone would play this instrument for me while I danced," Amarante said placing her hands on her cheeks blushing softly. Someone special? Did she really want to hook up with Maylam? Waltfeld thought before taking a good look at all the pictures. If the twins were together, one was always happy and the other always looked solemn. The solemn one was probably Amarante. While walking across the room he found a picture of their mother. Both girls were happy and with a little observation and hard staring Waltfeld could tell that the more affectionate one was Amarante.
"Which one is the eldest?" Captain Lynch asked Amarante.
"Amaranta is the older one. I am far too immature," Amarante praised.
"Of course I'm older sir," Amaranta said in her snobby tone.
"Well why don't you two get on with your song," Ichiro suggested. Amaranta stood next to the piano nudging Amarante harshly to start playing.
A/N: Due to copyright and all that jazz I'm not going to include the lyrics
Amarante started with a pretty intro before her sister began piercing the ears of their inhabitants. Amarante continued to play until the song was over and Ichiro clapped as if it was a wonderful and spectacular performance.
"Amarante…go dance," Ichiro muttered as he hugged his other daughter. She nodded softly accessing a panel to the left of the picture of her mother. She pressed the up arrow on it to reveal a hidden dance floor behind the back wall.
"Good luck Amarante," Waltfeld called out. Amarante loved ballet it was her passion and something she knew not to brag about. She took so many classes to reach the top of her class. Practice and hard work, that's all it takes. She loved the music from swan lake which is what she would dance to. She started the music before taking her stance. She was graceful but she had the biggest fault for a ballerina. She was a klutz. A very BIG klutz. She commonly tripped over herself even though she was getting better. Many people laughed at how klutzy she was for a coordinator. Amarante danced daintily, leaped gracefully and twirled softly. After the song ended Amarante bowed softly but tripped over herself when walking forward. She fell onto her hand as blush of embarrassment crept on to her face. Commander Waltfeld clapped but no one else did. Everyone else let out a gasp or a tiny snicker
"Nice work," Ichiro said blandly. "Nothing real special and you tripped at the end. Klutzy girl."
"Amarante come here," Waltfeld ordered. Curiously Amarante walked over to her commander.
"Yes sir?" Amarante asked.
"Have you called Aisha?" Waltfeld asked.
"No," Amarante replied sadly.
"Remember to call her later okay?" Waltfeld asked sincerely. She nodded happily which angered her sister. Amarante wasn't supposed to be happy she was supposed to be in despair!
"Let's go we have our last contest to go through with," Ichiro said devilishly. For some reason I really don't like the sound of this Waltfeld thought following the people out of the room and down the stairs. They went back outside and back to the arena like area.
"Knife fighting will really show us who is the best soldier. We even have a Z.A.F.T. combat knife," Ichiro muttered.
"Yes sir," Amarante said unsheathing the knife.
"I hardly think this is the best way," Waltfeld replied.
"Well Amarante is ready for it," Ichiro sneered. Amaranta unsheathed the knife casting the sheath away from them.
"Wait," Amarante asked removing her Z.A.F.T. uniform coat. If it was damaged she KNEW that she had to pay for it.
"Why do you always stall?" Amaranta groaned.
"I'm ready dear sister," Amarante replied taking a fighting stance.
"Ready ladies fight. Whoever wins will get my unrequited praise," Ichiro ordered. Amaranta lunged at her sister pushing her to the ground. Amarante struggled for the upper hand eventually pushing her Amaranta off of her.
"We're sisters! Why are we fighting?" Amarante cried as Amaranta tried to stab her. She dodged the attack pushing the knife away from her.
"You're weak. You shouldn't worry about stuff like that! Feeling love only brings you down! It doesn't make you stronger!" Amaranta screamed at her. With full intent to hurt her Amaranta jabbed at her shoulder piercing it with no accuracy. Yet Amarante got the final blow. She held her sister at knife point before twisting the knife out of her hands.
"OW!" Amaranta cried out loudly.
"You're wrong. Love keeps up together and it does make you stronger!" Amarante answered panting loudly. Amarante looked at her father wondering if she would receive his praise.
"You idiot! Look what you have done!" Ichiro snapped pushing past Amarante. Amarante frowned as everyone except Commander Waltfeld went over to her faking Amaranta. Finally coming back to reality, Amarante felt the pain and blood running down her shoulder.
"Good job little Tigress," Waltfeld praised patting the girl's head. "Let's go home." Amarante's eyes lit up as she grabbed her coat and hurried off after her commander. She began to value him more and more as her own father than her real one. She would do anything to protect and serve him. The blood dripped down her shoulder causing Waltfeld to take notice when they were at his guest bedroom. Out of one of his spare shirts he made a wrapping for her arm.
"Oh no! Your shirt!" Amarante replied.
"Don't worry. I have several more at the base," Waltfeld chuckled.
"But," Amarante whined.
"Hey it's a wound right? You need something to cover it," Waltfeld replied. She watched him pack his things before trotting after him as he left the room.