Lost Memories/Amnesia Girl Chapter 17
"Hey Cubby, are you okay?" Aisha asked knocking on Amarante's bedroom door. "I'm coming in." She entered the room to see Amarante laying face down on the bed. Amarante was in obvious pain and didn't really feel like talking.
"Go away," she groaned.
"What's wrong?" Aisha asked sitting on the bed next to her. She placed a hand on her forehead and she wasn't warm to the touch.
"I don't feel well," the girl groaned. Aisha rolled her eyes slightly…obviously…but she was here to comfort and to act like a mom.
"Are you having cramps?" Aisha asked rubbing Amarante's back gently. She didn't answer feeling tears falling from her eyes. She was in so much pain and she hated cramping. Every month she suffered from this "ailment."
"Yes," she groaned. Well there's the problem, now Aisha just needed a solution for Amarante.
"Do you want me to tell Andy?" Aisha asked. Amarante shot a glare at Aisha. Aisha grimaced not very sure if she was seeing this correctly. Was that a…a glare? Coming from her loving, sweet girl, that was so innocent that she could do nothing wrong.
"No. I just want you to go away," Amarante snapped. Aisha was surprised about how rude she was. She could understand the pain and the rampant hormones but there was no need for rudeness.
"Hey, I won't take that from you. I'm going to go get you a little pain medication so you can get to work," Aisha growled at Amarante. She left the room quickly bumping into Kirkwood. The turquoise haired boy stumbled back slightly before seeing who he ran into. Kirkwood stiffened hoping that he didn't do anything wrong.
"Hello Ma'am," Kirkwood said with a salute. Aisha noticed that he was always stiff around her. She wished that he'd relax sometimes.
"Your cute sweetie pie is being a little snappy right now. I'm going to get her some medicine," Aisha sighed. She cocked her hip, placing a hand on each side.
"Oh why is she like that Ma'am?" Kirkwood asked curiously standing at rest. She chuckled to herself…boys were so cute when they didn't know about female problems.
"I don't know if she wants me to tell you. She's not really feeling well right now," Aisha replied. Kirkwood still didn't understand and Aisha chuckled again.
"Can I go in?" Kirkwood asked. Aisha raised an eyebrow but nodded.
"Yeah sure. Just be very calm and understanding with her," Aisha reasoned before leaving him alone. Kirkwood knocked gently before entering the room. Amarante was now curled against one of her pillows in the middle of her bed. The pain was still searing in her abdominal area and now she was getting a headache.
"Hey," Kirkwood said softly. She groaned softly looking into his face. She rolled away from him as he moved to sit on her bed. He placed a hand on her back as he sat down next to her. He rubbed her back gently believing that no words were needed to comfort her, but for once…he had a very strong urge. Oddly enough, he really wanted to touch her breasts and to make out with her. Then the image of Commander Waltfeld came into his head and the feelings were subdued.
"I'm sorry," Amarante muttered as tears sprouted from her eyes. He always found it odd and awkward to see Amarante cry. Kirkwood hated to see anyone cry…no matter what sex they were, and sometimes you can't cheer them up.
"Sorry about what?" Kirkwood soothed as she sat up. He pulled her closer to him, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek. The tears were still coming out of her eyes and her cheeks were salty. Turning her around Amarante began to scoot away from him.
"That I'm being such a brat," Amarante mustered. Kirkwood allowed her to lay on him continuing to rub her back. He then moved on to her sides and her cheeks. (A/N: No I don't mean butt cheeks. I mean the cheeks on her face.)
"Shhhh, don't worry about that right now," Kirkwood said gently. He now knew what Aisha was talking about. Amarante was on her period! With his friends Kirkwood would poke fun at girls on their periods, but now since having a girlfriend…it all changed.
"I'm back," Aisha chimed in a gentle tone. She shook a capsule of pills and had a clothed thing in her other hand.
"I'm so sorry," Amarante said sitting up. Kirkwood pulled her back down so she could relax. Amarante grumbled because she wanted to sit up but sighed. Kirkwood was right, she needed to sleep and relax.
"Just don't do it again. Eat this before you take it," Aisha told her. She handed the girl a piece of toast. Amarante ate it slowly before taking her medicine and a glass of water that near-by the bed.
"I have to get to my shift, I'll see you a little later," Kirkwood whispered to her. He was about to give her a kiss on top of her head but he hesitated. This would be the first time he would kiss her…ever. He decided against it as Amarante sat up to let him be on his way. Amarante had given him kisses on the cheek before but never anywhere else.
"Bye Kirkwood," Amarante muttered as he proceeded to the door and then out it. Amarante sighed swinging her feet over the bed. Aisha placed a hand on her shoulder giving the girl a gentle nudge to get her to go to her feet.
"Hey don't let everyone know that you're not feeling well. Especially Andy," Aisha commented. Amarante did a great job of hiding it…better than Aisha had ever done. Sometimes it was almost as if Amarante never had periods.
"Right, I'll be fine. I got to get to my shift. Sorry that I couldn't eat breakfast with you Ma'am," Amarante said sadly. She always felt bad when she couldn't make the ends of bargains. The brown skinned girl would have to make it up to her somehow.
"Don't worry about it. There's always tomorrow," Aisha replied cheerfully. Amarante stood up before hugging Aisha. She was shocked at the little girl's gesture. Aisha chuckled embracing her back with a smile. She loved the little girl, maybe Andy was right about adopting her.
"I want you to be my honorary mom," Amarante whispered into her ear. Aisha's eyes widened and for a moment she was paralyzed. Did she hear Amarante right? Honorary Mom?
"Okay," Aisha said shocked at the statement. It was hard for her to grasp. Amarante smiled before leaving the room. It had taken her awhile to ask her but it felt good to get it off her chest.
"Bye," Amarante said before rushing out of the room. She caught up with her boyfriend walking next to him. She gave him a subtle smile and in return Kirkwood gave her a worried frown. Amarante giggled her smile increasing.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Kirkwood asked. His eyebrow was raised and he was so surprised to see her rebound into her normal cheerful self in a matter of seconds.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Amarante chimed. She took his hand allowing him to lead her out of the commander's mansion. Kirkwood didn't buy it, how could she rebound so quickly. She still had tears in her eyes for crying out loud!
"Are you sure you're alright?" Kirkwood asked worriedly. His suspicion was so high that Amarante began to notice it.
"Yeah," Amarante sighed before noticing DaCosta approaching them. "Hello sir." DaCosta was about to frown at her reddened face but decided it that it was better to show her that he didn't see it.
"Good Morning Sir," Kirkwood said as the two of them saluted.
"Good morning you two. Have you seen the commander?" DaCosta asked. The couple looked at each other before looking back at DaCosta. Amarante gave her signature cock of the head.
"No, not yet, sir," Kirkwood answered. Why did DaCosta need the commander AND so earlier in the morning?
"I don't want you two to be late for your shift. See you later," DaCosta said as the two saluted him. The two passed him and once they were on the base they went their separate ways. Amarante was still working on the new unit called the LaGOWE. Kirkwood didn't even know what Amarante was working on. Almost no one did. Kirkwood watched her trot away wondering where she went everyday. She trotted to the hangar where the LaGOWE was housed. For the last couple of weeks it had come together quite nicely and now the only thing to do was to run tests. Opening the door Amarante went inside. There was her commander admiring her handy work. It still needed a paint job though. Amarante gulped wondering what he was doing there. Then again, it was HIS hangar.
"Hello my good lady. You've been working hard. Someone told me that you have a blue print with a paint job of this unit. I want to see it," Waltfeld said as she approached. He doesn't want to see that thing! Amarante thought. She gave a lopsided smile trying to figure out if he was really serious. A minute passed and Amarante gave a gentle and hesitant laugh.
"Sir it's just a little doodle. I don't think you want to see it," Amarante said with hints of blush creeping on to her face and neck. The Tiger gave a roaring laugh, Amarante was still so cute.
"Even if it is just a doodle. I want to see it," Waltfeld answered as mechanics continued to work around them. Amarante didn't want him to do this, especially not right now. Amarante frowned sulking away from him. Her Daddy would probably enjoy it anyways.
"Yes sir," she complained going over to the laptop that she was working on. She unlocked it before brining the computer to her commander. She showed him the unit in the colors she had chosen. It was painted in an orange red tint and followed the color with several reds that complemented it. She knew that Daddy liked that orange-ish tent and she hoped that he would love it. Amarante was unsure about the red, if anything.
"It's pretty nice. Let's make the orange a little lighter. And the accent colors yellow," Waltfeld suggested. Red was a good color but it was harder to tell the difference between red and orange on the unit.
"Okay sir," Amarante replied. He placed a hand on her shoulder giving her a loving smile.
"I like the way you designed it though. It's good. So what type of coffee do you think I should make today?" Waltfeld asked. He then placed a hand on his chin in thought. In a mocking but innocent way, the Tiger cocked his head like Amarante.
"Have you made anything with Java yet?" Amarante asked curiously. Now there's a thought…the man pondered raising his eye brows.
"Not in a long time but that's a pretty good idea," Waltfeld said thoughtfully. He looked up in thought before getting a sly smile. He stared at Amarante with the smile causing her to gulp.
"What?" Amarante asked. There's that Tiger stare, oh that unpredictable stare. What could he possibly want this time.
"Come with me," Andy said playfully. He pulled her a long with the laptop still in her hand. She had to put it down somewhere but where?
"Where are we going?" Amarante asked hesitantly. Unfortunate for her she had gone back into puppy mode again.
"Oh just out for a little "test" ride. What did you expect?" Andy asked taking the laptop and placing it on the ground. He signaled one of the mechanics to come pick it up. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her up the line. Waltfeld pushed her on to the hatch. Amarante went to her knees not wanting to go inside the machine that she had been working on.
"But sir!" Amarante retaliated as he pushed her into the two seater machine. She tried to get out but Waltfeld closed the hatch sitting in the back seat. Not wanting to appear insubordinate, Amarante just remained slouched in her seat.
"I'd sit up if I were you," Waltfeld ordered. Amarante whined slightly sitting up in the seat and putting on her seat belt.
"Sir! We can't just take this!" Amarante cried out. Oh the Tiger and his eccentric ways! One of these days he was going to get her into a lot of trouble!
"Oh, who said?" Waltfeld asked turning the machine on. The mechanics moved all of the equipment away from it as Waltfeld began to move the machine out. The hangar doors were opened and Waltfeld darted outside. Amarante let out a yelp as they began to leave the base.
"Commander Waltfeld said so!" Amarante snapped. Waltfeld raised an eyebrow before laughing. Amarante was so cute, but at times so clueless and stupid.
"Oh, I guess I'll just have to tell him tomorrow," Commander Waltfeld chuckled.
"Oh yeah you are Commander Waltfeld," Amarante sinking into the soft cushiony new seats. Blush lightly crept on to her face. Oops, sometimes things just slipped out without notice.
"Lets go little lady. You're going to be in charge of weapons," Waltfeld ordered.
"Sir the only weapon we have on board is the beam sabers," Amarante answered as they left the base. Several soldiers looked up at the machine, confused at what it was and if it was friendly.
"WHAT?" DaCosta barked at a soldier. He grimaced trying to escape DaCosta's wraith for once.
"The commander took the prototype LaGOWE. We're not very sure where he's going," the soldier replied. Kirkwood who had been walking by slowed his pace to hear what they were saying.
"You have to be kidding," DaCosta sighed. The commander was known for things like this. He hated this, why couldn't the commander be normal?
"The mechanics also have reported that Amarante is with him," the soldier told him. Amarante? Commander! DaCosta thought. He was already worried about one person…he didn't need to worry about another!
"Amarante," Kirkwood said softly. He stopped in his tracks really listening to what they were saying. What was this LaGOWE and why did the commander run off with his girl?
"How protected is the machine?" DaCosta asked. He gave a sigh crossing his arms. He was most displeased with his commander. Sometimes DaCosta wished that he was the commander so he could punish the Tiger.
"It only has the beam sabers," the soldier answered. He was one of the guards stationed around the hangar so no one would come in because of suspicion.
"Get me online with the commander," DaCosta ordered. The soldier saluted him before running away to find a radio. Kirkwood numbly stumbled over to where DaCosta was standing. Amarante was okay wasn't she? She had to be because she was with the Commander, right?
"Sir, do you think she's alright?" Kirkwood asked. DaCosta could see that Kirkwood had turned pale with fear. He could understand why he was so nervous.
"I'm positive she will be alright. I'm just worried about where they could have gone," DaCosta replied. He placed his hand on the young soldier's shoulder. Only thing they could do was hope that they didn't run into anyone.
"Well it looks like you've done an amazing job little lady. The calibrations are a little off though," Waltfeld commented before noticing that she was busy typing away at her computer. He peaked over the edge to see what she was doing.
"Okay, sorry," Amarante muttered. In front of them several screens popped up before disappearing.
"What cha' doing kid?" Waltfeld asked in his playful Tiger manner.
"Fine tuning everything. With the heat convection everything will be off. Also the heat may mess with beam saber if its too hot. I'm just making sure the out puts and inputs are sustainable. If it is too hot the beam saber could begin to liquefy the holster," Amarante replied. Commander Waltfeld raised his eyebrows to what she said. He was always amazed at her intelligence, even for a coordinator it was amazing.
"You're a smart kid. How did you learn about all of this?" Waltfeld asked. He flipped through the radars making sure nothing was approaching them.
"I study a lot. The war is constantly changing so you have to be up-to-date on everything. I also want to work in engineering," Amarante replied. That was true, if she wasn't chatting with someone, Amarante was always reading and making sure that everything was going according to plan.
"What type of school did you go to before joining up with the military?" Waltfeld asked. When he went back to the base, he would have to ask DaCosta to look up her school history.
"I was home schooled because my father was ashamed that we were coordinators," Amarante answered. Well that answered the Commander's question.
"You're good. Come on girl. Let's go home. It seems like someone is trying to call us. I bet its DaCosta. Nag nag nag, that guy needs to loosen up a little," Waltfeld chuckled. Turning on the line. Amarante giggled slightly covering her mouth so DaCosta wouldn't hear her. She wouldn't DARE laugh at her big brother figure.
"Commander! Where did you go?" DaCosta asked. It sounded like a demand but Waltfeld just smile it off.
"Don't worry about it. Everyone is okay," Waltfeld replied.
"Commander. That machine is still in its baby phase. It wouldn't be able to last long without back up!" DaCosta countered. The armor was just basic and there were still several adjustments that needed to be made.
"Hey take it easy. We've encountered nothing. Amarante would have been able to handle it," Waltfeld soothed. He then remembered that the beam cannon wasn't installed.
"I've sent Kirkwood out to escort you back," DaCosta told him. Waltfeld frowned, why did DaCosta have to ALWAYS ruin the fun.
"Hey that isn't need. We're both fine and heading back as we speak. Amarante has done a good job on the LaGOWE," Waltfeld commented. Amarante blushed at his thoughts as their high speed unit moved throughout the sands. She loved seeing the sand kick up and around the machine.
"Really? You must be very proud of her," DaCosta said astonished. Amarante blushed again sinking FURTHER into her seat. Daddy chuckled, he loved it when his little girl was bashful.
"I'm very proud. She's a great little miracle," Waltfeld teased. Kirkwood met up with them. Amarante groaned as her cheeks simmered. He sure knew how to embarrass a girl.
"Is everyone alright sir?" Kirkwood asked. He looked at the new machine wondering when their commander had time to build it. Was this the thing that Amarante trotted off to work on each day?
"Yeah. The little cub and I went for a little ride in our new machine. This is the new LaGOWE," Waltfeld announced. Kirkwood nodded about to give a verbal agreement but was dazed by the sounds of Amarante's voice.
"Hello Kirkwood," Amarante chimed.
"Hello Amarante," Kirkwood said back. He had always loved her enthusiasm and he would always love her. Even if she died in battle, his heart would continue to go out to her.
"Kirkwood," Amarante said happily coming down the line. Before it even touched the ground Amarante jumped down racing to her lover. He trotted over to her giving her a tight embrace. Surprising him she kissed him on the cheek gently. Waltfeld watched from his unit as DaCosta came into the hangar. He kissed her cheek back causing both of them to blush.
"Hey Cubby kiss him already!" Waltfeld encouraged. DaCosta only hit his head in shame and embarrassment. Amarante only giggled with embarrassment and Kirkwood looked down with a bright red face. Kirkwood only gave her a light kiss on the cheek before leaving to change back into his uniform.
"Hello Amarante," DaCosta mustered noticing that she was still blushing.
"Hello sir," Amarante replied. She scratched the back of her head sheepishly seeing the commander come down the line from the LaGOWE.
"Why didn't you kiss him Cubby?" Waltfeld demanded going to them. Placing his hands on her shoulders he shook her playfully but kept a serious face. DaCosta only sighed wanting to stop this playful attack on the Tiger.
"Sir, I just didn't imagine it like that," Amarante replied through the shaking. He stopped briefly giving Amarante his iconic smirk. A sinking feeling went into Amarante's stomach wondering what her commander could possibly be thinking.
"Fine Amarante. What are you waiting around here for? Go get your guy!" Waltfeld ordered. Amarante cocked her head before blushing madly.
"Sir?" Amarante asked. He sighed with playful frustration giving her a slight shake again.
"You want to kiss him right? Go get him! Go on now, go Cubby!" Waltfeld ordered pushing her away. Amarante stumbled forward, turning around Amarante looked back at DaCosta and Waltfeld.
"Yes sir?" Amarante said before running away. Waltfeld laughed softly watching the girl run away. DaCosta only sighed as Waltfeld turned to him. Waltfeld cocked his head like Amarante seeing the angered brows on DaCosta's face.
"Good kid. Don't you think they suit each other?" Waltfeld asked DaCosta. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms.
"Sir, you went for a joyride if I need to remind you. You could have been surrounded and killed," DaCosta answered harshly. The Commander frowned crossing his arms as well before smiling.
"Nag nag nag. Look on the brighter parts of life," Waltfeld grumbled playfully. He then placed DaCosta in a head lock causing the younger man to gasp and struggle.
"Amarante," Maylam mumbled catching her attention. He had to have her. He had to. It was now or nothing.
"Oh hello Maylam," Amarante chimed. Her face was beaming and bright like normal. He couldn't bear it any longer. He had to tell her how he really felt. He had to get her back on his side.
"Amarante I have to talk to you," Maylam ordered pushing her up against a wall harshly. She let out a cry of pain not really enjoying the treatment he was giving her. He barely noticed how rough he was being with Amarante.
"About what?" Amarante asked. She didn't even want to look into his face.
"Unlike that idiot Kirkwood. I have always loved you and I really want you to know that. I will always love you and I want you to kiss me to prove that you love me as well," Maylam cooed inching closer and closer to her face. Amarante tried to fight back but he only held her in place. She let out a slight yelp as she felt his breath against her face.
"Let her go!" Kirkwood hollered shoving him off the restrained girl. She went to Kirkwood's arms as Maylam fell to the floor.
"I'm so weak. I'm sorry Kirkwood," Amarante muttered before running away from him. Would she be this emotional if she wasn't on her period.
"Amarante!" Kirkwood called out before Maylam took him to the floor with him. I won't allow you to get your hands on her either, Maylam thought before grabbing Kirkwood's neck. His jealously fueled him. All he wanted was to kill Kirkwood. Rip his heart out and destroy it to pieces. After that he'd gouge out his eyes and destroy his body underneath his BuCUE.
"What the hell? Stop it!" Hadat cried out as Maylam continued to strangle Kirkwood. He had seen Amarante run by and knowing that meant that Kirkwood and Maylam were fighting again. Hadat pulled them apart as DaCosta and Waltfeld approached.
"You go find Amarante. I'll take care of this," Waltfeld ordered.
"Yes sir," DaCosta nodded passing the scene with the three boys. This had been one interesting day and it would become one hell-of-a report.
"What's the meaning of this? If we don't have unity this base is going to fall!" Waltfeld growled. Two of the boys fell into attention as the Tiger continued to growl. Kirkwood tried to regain his breath knowing that if he moved too quickly he'd pass out. It would probably be better to remain on the ground for a little while.
"Amarante is my girl! She's mine and not his! He's destroying the person that she is!" Maylam cried out. Waltfeld shot him a glare shoving the boy away from him.
"You idiot. Leave them alone already. How many times must I tell you. ONE more time Maylam and I'm going to have you transferred to the worst base in Z.A.F.T." Waltfeld threatened.
"Are you alright Kirkwood?" Hadat asked helping him to his feet. He cough slightly trying to regain his composure.
"Yeah," he gasped staring at his enraged friend. Who knew that they'd split over a girl? They had gone to high school together and through boot camp. They believed that they'd always be friends.
"Maylam, to my office," Waltfeld ordered. The boy moved quickly as Waltfeld relaxed. He was going to throw that kid in the brig for a LONG time.
"Are you alright Kirkwood?" Waltfeld asked with an annoyed sigh. His arms were crossed as Hadat continued to help him stand.
"Yeah. I'll be alright. Where did Amarante go?" Kirkwood replied. Hadat gave the commander a salute before escorting Kirkwood off to the infirmary.
"There you are," DaCosta said gently. She was on top of her favorite spot on the Lesseps, whenever she was sad she went there.
"Hello sir," Amarante cried trying to dry her tears with her sleeves. She gave him a loving smile but it was lopsided and sad.
"No formalities right now. Are you alright?" DaCosta asked sitting next to her. He wrapped an arm around her slowly. She sniffed softly before throwing her arms around his shoulders.
"Of course I am," Amarante muttered. Her tears proved otherwise. DaCosta rubbed her back gently trying to cheer up Amarante the best he knew how.
"What happened?" DaCosta asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," Amarante snapped. He gave a small smile understanding that she didn't want to air dirty laundry.
"I promise I won't tell the Commander. This will just be between us," DaCosta reasoned.
"Okay. Maylam wanted me for his girl and tried to force me to kiss him. Then Kirkwood came and then they started fighting. I'm a soldier and I can't even stop my friends from fighting each other. I can't do anything right. How can I be a commander if everyone is fighting around me?" Amarante explained.
"Amarante this isn't your fault. You don't need to beat yourself up over this," DaCosta soothed rubbing her back. Aisha watched the whole scene from a distance knowing that she didn't need to interfere with anything.
"But sir. They keep fighting over me. I'm the problem," Amarante sighed.
"You're not a problem at all. Stay strong for everyone okay," DaCosta reasoned.
"Sir, but I'm not strong. I'm the weakest person here," Amarante sniffed rubbing her eyes.
"Don't say that. It takes a lot of guts to jump off a speeding jeep and to protect your ideals from those who oppose you," DaCosta told her. Amarante chuckled softly trying to stop her tears.
"He's right Cubby. You're a very brave young lady. Lets go wash your face so you can go back to work," Aisha piped in. Amarante nodded as DaCosta stood up. He helped her to his feet before handing her off to Aisha. Amarante wiped her tears away trying to place her best face and foot forward. See you're still a very strong girl. You always try to present yourself in the best way, Aisha thought.
In the polls today...as of July 12, 2010
Amarante x Aisha: 1 vote
Waltfeld x Amarante: 1 vote
DaCosta x Amarante: 1 vote
Nicol x Amarante: 2 vote
Kirkwood x Amarante: 0 votes
Maylam x Amarante: 0 votes
Waltfeld x Aisha: 0 votes
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