Lost Memories Chapter 10
Dearest Joe Mama,
Aw…That sucks…I noticed that no one has the name MamaJoe, if you wanted to do that one. Why Lynch you ask? It's just me being ironic and nerdy. You know…Lucifer was the name of the cat in the Disney version of Cinderella, which I had watched while writing that chapter. Lucifer is sometimes referred to the devil. The guy will probably reappear later on in the chapters…I think. I chose Lynch because Lynching is horrible. So yeah, that's my putting irony into my stories. These ironic remarks appear every once in awhile.
Thanks for reviewing!
~CuteAiboAibo
"How did your trip go sweet little cutie?" Aisha asked locking Amarante into a tight hug. She squirmed gently as Aisha hugged her even tighter. Amarante tried to get away but Aisha only nuzzled and pulled her closer.
"It was like normal," Amarante managed to say. Aisha released the girl with a nod placing her hands on her hips. Before Amarante could back away or protest Aisha grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.
"What's like normal?" Aisha asked pulling her into the mansion. The girl was still her unwilling participant in her daily schedule. Amarante looked at the guards along side of the door getting ready to salute but Aisha kept her right arm on its side.
"Bitterness and sadness," Amarante sighed as they went by a couple of officers. She froze in mid-step trying to salute but Aisha pushed her through the crowd. She really wanted to salute again but Aisha wouldn't allow it.
"We're not going to do this now. You're not even in uniform," Aisha whispered.
"What's going on?" Amarante asked at the same volume. Aisha released the girl walking side by side of her. Amarante touched her injured shoulder slightly attracting Aisha attention. Yet, she thought nothing of it.
"I'm not even sure myself. Come on I want to dress you up," Aisha chuckled softly. Amarante's body slouched because she hated dressing up.
"Ma'am!" Amarante whined. She tried to escape the woman but Aisha just pushed her in.
"I got some cute dresses for you. This time we need to get pictures!" Aisha sang out softly. She closed the door behind herself watching the young girl walk into the room.
"Ms. Aisha…I'm not that cute. You should see my sister. She's the one who is beautiful," Amarante replied as Amarante tripped over herself.
"Oh are you alright?" Aisha asked helping her off the floor.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm a very big klutz. I'm just really good at hiding it," Amarante replied. To pull the girl off the floor Aisha wrapped her hand around her injured shoulder. With a gentle yank, Amarante was lifted off the floor but what troubled the woman was that she let out a cry.
"What happened?" Aisha asked worriedly. Aisha looked into her eyes but Amarante looked away believing that if she looked away, Aisha would forget about that.
"Nothing. I'll be fine," Amarante said trying to brush it under the rug. Aisha would have none of this though. Aisha sat Amarante down in a chair before reaching for her jacket. She removed her jacket with much protest. Amarante's shirt also came off with even MORE protest.
"What happened?" Aisha cooed looking into the girl's uncertain eyes. Amarante looked away again trying to avoid her eyes.
"Oh…I had a duel with my sister. Everything is alright," she tried to say as cheerful as possible. Amarante tried to hide herself and the wound but it wasn't enough.
"Let me see the wound," Aisha asked already unwrapping it. The girl continued to squirm and protest loudly. Aisha dropped the ripped up shirt on the ground scrunching her face.
"I'm fine!" she cried out. For the small flesh wound it was a couple centimeters thick.
"Amarante, what happened?" she asked surprised at the wound. Aisha crouched in front of her staring into Amarante's eyes. Amarante kept quiet and still looking away from her mother figure. Time seemed to freeze as Amarante eventually began to warm up to the idea of talking.
"It was a contest… a knife fight," the young girl said after awhile. There was a knock on the door alerting the two women. Amarante jumped at the sound looking at the door with confusion.
"Are you two decent?" Waltfeld asked.
"No. We'll be out in a couple of minutes. I'm going to patch her wound," Aisha replied. She went over to a dresser drawer and took out a first aid kit. Aisha went back to Amarante blotting the wound with an alcohol prep. She squirmed softly before Aisha wrapped it lovingly. Much to Amarante's shock Aisha kissed it softly. With grace and speed Amarante put her shirt and jacket back on. Afterwards Aisha opened the door allowing her commander in.
"Let's go Amarante. You have a little lesson today," Waltfeld said pulling the girl out of the room.
"W-Wait," Amarante cried out. She really felt like everyone's pet. Except DaCosta's, he never lead her around forcefully. DaCosta just asked her to follow him and she'd follow.
"Come on. Today is going to be a lesson you will never forget," Waltfeld replied. Amarante's smile began to fade and it turned into a frown. What could he possibly mean by that?
"Uh-oh," Amarante whispered to herself.
"It's not something bad. I need to start training you so when you're a commander you won't make a stupid mistake. There are too many commanders that shoot first and ask questions later. I don't want you like that," Waltfeld answered. She was surprised to see that Waltfeld had even heard her.
"But why me?" Amarante began, "What about Kirkwood or Maylam or Hadat?"
"They're too headstrong. You like to sit back and survey your surroundings. Also you're a red uniform. You'll advance quicker than them," Waltfeld replied. He escorted her to the hangar grabbing hold of a heavy coat. He tossed it at her hoping that she would catch it. She let out a small cry as it bumped in to her. He laughed at her as he took one for himself. She yawned loudly closing her eyes as he walked to a jeep. Opening her eyes she saw a slightly reluctant DaCosta sitting in the jeep.
"DaCosta!" she called out happily. She ran past her commander and sat in the back of the jeep. Well someone really looks up to him…Waltfeld chuckled.
"Is everyone ready?" Waltfeld asked. DaCosta got out of the jeep giving Waltfeld a salute.
"Yes sir," DaCosta replied as Waltfeld sat in the jeep.
"Hold on tight okay?" Waltfeld said gently. The commander is such a teddy bear around Amarante. It's so surprising how one girl can have an effect on everyone, DaCosta thought. Amarante nodded gently as DaCosta started the jeep and drove off. Three BuCUEs followed close behind as they left the hangar.
"So where are we going?" Amarante asked holding on to all of the long coats.
"Scouting, the South African Union has been pretty active a couple of clicks away from our borders," Waltfeld replied.
"I'm not in uniform sir," Amarante said worriedly. Waltfeld chuckled, before bursting out in laughter.
"It's alright Amarante, do you always worry this much?" Waltfeld asked.
"Well everything checks out alright. What do you think Amarante?" Waltfeld asked. They had been out for about five hours and the sun was beginning to set. Amarante blushed softly surprised to see that Waltfeld asked for her opinion.
"What about the ridge over there?" Amarante asked noticing a couple flashes of lights.
"Amarante there's nothing over there," Hadat snapped over the com system. Amarante shrank in her seat but DaCosta only encourage her with a pat on the shoulder.
"Yeah Amarante, nothing is on the radar," Kirkwood replied. His voice wasn't as commanding as Hadat's.
"Well they do have a point, but Amarante is correct there is an increasing number of lights coming from that area. Hadat go check it out," Waltfeld replied.
"Roger," Hadat replied. He moved away from the pack of mobile suits going to the spot that Amarante pointed out. The lights came closer and closer and DaCosta noticed that the lights were actually missiles.
"Get down!" DaCosta called out pushing Amarante to the ground as several rocket rounds passed them. They exploded on the rigid behind them. The heat from the explosions past the three people. Luckily it didn't burn any of them.
"Hadat get back here!" Amarante began, "It's an ambush!" How did they know we were here? Amarante thought as DaCosta rushed her into the jeep. Still dazed at what was happening Amarante kept her head up as a enemy helicopter flew by.
"KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!" Waltfeld hollered at her thrusting her head into the bottom of the jeep. Her face touched the floor of the jeep as Kirkwood and Maylam protected the jeep.
"How the hell did they know where we were?" Hadat asked himself picking off the enemy helicopters.
"DaCosta! Get us out of here, we're a sitting duck if we don't move," Waltfeld barked. DaCosta nodded starting up the jeep. Finally coming back to her senses Amarante saw a missile pod launcher in the back in the back of the jeep. She reached for it but a near by explosion knocked it out of the jeep.
"The weapon!" Amarante cried jumping out of the speeding jeep. She tumbled in the sand before sliding to a stop. Her arm pinged with pain as she got up on her knees. Amarante made a sprint for the weapon dropping to the ground when she was shot at.
"What the hell are you doing Amarante?" Waltfeld hollered. She finally picked it up as an enemy jeep appeared. One of its passengers pointed a rocket launcher at her commander's jeep. Crouching she aimed for it, could she really shoot? Every battle she had engaged in was in a mobile suit and she couldn't see the occupants in the opponent's machine. This would be the first time she would kill someone up close.
"I won't let you!" Amarante cried out blindly firing at the jeep. She barely noticed that tears were falling from her eyes. She heard an explosion which forced her to open her eyes. The enemy jeep was up and flames and her commander's was safe. She let out a sigh of relief as Kirkwood's BuCUE approached her.
"Are you alright?" he asked her as their enemy retreated. Kirkwood exited his mobile suit joining her on the ground. Kirkwood placed a hand on her shoulder but she was dull on the inside as he helped her stand up. Their commander's jeep appeared soon after with a furious Waltfeld. Kirkwood backed away from Amarante as Waltfeld stomped to them.
"WHAT THE HELL GOT INTO YOU?" he demanded. He was using his deadly battle tone which Amarante hated to hear. He grabbed her by her shoulders staring into her eyes. Amarante stared back still dull inside. Her shoulder shot up with pain because his hand was so tight.
"Well…I," Amarante said above a whisper. Her skin turned pale because of the fear welling up in her.
"DO YOU WANT TO GET KILLED? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU CRYING FOR? THAT LITTLE STUNT YOU DID BACK THERE CAN GET YOU KILLED! SO DO YOU WANNA DIE OR SOMETHING? IS THAT IT? DO YOU WANNA DIE?" Waltfeld argued shaking the girl. Amarante shook her head no as DaCosta got out of the jeep.
"Sir," DaCosta whispered. It was very shocking to see Commander Waltfeld yell at Amarante and in such an angry manner.
"ANSWER ME!" Waltfeld demanded before calming down. She was already terrified. He placed a hand gently on her head. Her red blood shot eyes focused on his now sincere face. "I was going to punish you but…you saved my life out there. Don't do that. Okay? You scared me half to death. Don't ever do that again. I'm pretty sure you probably worried this guy too." he wrapped an arm around DaCosta's neck pulling him into a head lock. I was worried too sir, Kirkwood thought looking over at Amarante. Her skin was slowly turning back to normal.
"I've never shot someone from such a close range," Amarante croaked feeling sick. She felt her gut churn as DaCosta retrieved the smaller coat for her.
"I know the feeling all too well. The first time I ever had to shoot someone, it turned my stomach. They told me told me I'd get used to it in time. And after awhile, that's what happened. This is the reason why you can't become insensitive or a brute. That also goes for you Kirkwood," Waltfeld sighed.
"Yes sir," Kirkwood said with a salute. DaCosta helped Amarante into the jacket which was a couple sizes too large for her. The sleeves were too long as the three of them boarded the jeep. Hadat and Maylam eventually joined up with them.
"Is everyone alright?" Maylam asked more concerned about Amarante's condition then anyone else's.
"Yeah, your little Amarante is okay," Waltfeld teased. Everyone around the base knew that Maylam liked her. Except Amarante, she was so clueless when it came to love. Even when Aisha told her about Maylam's love for Amarante, she never believed Aisha. Amarante just believed that he was just really gentlemanly or really friendly.
"Thanks sir," Maylam grumbled.
Waltfeld smirked, "You're welcome." Kirkwood boarded his unit giving Amarante one last look before closing the hatch. His cheeks turned pink thinking about the beautiful Amarante. He shook the thoughts away focusing on his job. If anything he had to protect Amarante. Even if it was also from his thoughts.
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