Lost Memories/Amnesia Girl Chapter 20

I can no longer find the story which coined the nickname "Fluffy" for Yzak. I really hope the Author doesn't mind if I use it. If anyone knows who it is or what happened to the story please tell me! I would love to commemorate the author and I would love to ask him/her if I can use it.

"We're receiving two new pilots?" Amarante asked in her bewilderment. Waltfeld sat behind his desk like normal looking over important documents. He gave a nod before looking up at the girl. The last time they received anyone new was when she came.

"I'm pretty sure you're familiar with the Le Creuset team," Waltfeld answered. Yes she was familiar with it but she was never sure what to think of the team, but the man was pretty creepy. That feeling she always received when he was nearby was frightening.

"Yes, I met the man once and you always talk about him and his team," Amarante said with a shrug. She couldn't possibly say anything and since she was her dad she was allowed to get away with things like shrugging and not standing at attention.

"It will be two soldiers from his unit. That Le Creuset…Anyways, they have already arrived and I want you to meet them. I don't want you to be like them. They're very arrogant and prideful. Don't let them anger you okay? We're all on the same team aren't we?" Waltfeld said seriously before lightening up. She could tell that he wanted to say more about this Le Creuset person but he decided not to. Now she really wanted to know. She straightened back up to get ready to salute to her commander/father.

"Yes sir," Amarante said with a salute. She did an about face before leaving her commander alone. She sighed on the outside of the room before taking on a cheerful smile. She walked down the hall thinking of all her fallen comrades. Sometimes Amarante wished that she didn't fall in love with Kirkwood and that Maylam were still good friends with them. Many of her battle field mentors were also dead which was painful for her to think about. Outside the Lesseps she eventually ran into the two pilots. One had blonde hair and was a little lighter than her and the other had silver hair and striking blue eyes. His eyes were very beautiful…but she would never say that to a guy.

"Hmpf…I can't believe this," the silver headed one said to his friend. Amarante gave a reassuring wave as she approached the two boys. They whispered to each other before letting out a snicker. Amarante just ignored it hoping that it wasn't about her.

"Hello, my name is Amarante. It's wonderful to meet to you two," Amarante said cheerfully.

"Hey, my name is Dearka, Dearka Elsman " the blonde replied with a wave. He seemed friendly but the silver haired one reminded her of the girl named Cagalli. Well doesn't she have the perfect hour glass figure. I wonder if she has a boy friend, but if Commander Le Creuset is right…she's the pet of the Tiger. Damn! She's a good looking girl too! I always tend to luck out on the cute ones, Dearka thought with a sigh.

"What do you want?" the silver headed one snapped. What a nasty mouth he had! Amarante wanted to slap him across the face but she only balled her hands into fists to stop herself.

"Just to chat," Amarante replied. She had to be the better one especially for Commander Waltfeld, and also she had to remain calm.

"I thought this base didn't have any elite soldiers," the silver headed one said with a smug smile. He was really pushing her buttons but she allowed for it to pass. Her smile just widened trying to stop herself from saying something sour. She also began to sweat from the heat and from the awkward situation unfolding.

"Well on to other news…Athrun is one of your teammates correct?" Amarante asked cocking her head to one side. Dearka couldn't help but look her up and down and ignore the question.

"Yeah, what about him?" the silver headed one snapped. Amarante flinched at the harshness of his voice. She hated being intimidated, so she had to control these impulses to flinch.

"Yzak!" Dearka grumbled to him. He had snapped back into reality from his rude friend.

"It's okay ahhh…Dearka. I can ignore Fluffy," Amarante giggled. His hair was so puffy and well fluffy! It swayed and jiggled in the wind like female hair.

"FLUFFY?" the one named Yzak snapped.

"Yes Fluffy…I met him at HQ once. He's a nice person," Amarante said warmly. The two boys snickered slightly causing Amarante to gulp. Amarante's insides were groaning. She couldn't say anything around these guys. Everything she said could be taken in different ways.

"It looks like someone has a crush on Athrun," Dearka said nudging his friend. I DON'T LIKE ATHRUN! Amarante mind screamed.

"I have a boyfriend thank you," Amarante said in her defense, even though her body was calm her voice was beginning to tremble with anger. She was beginning to rethink her thoughts about Athrun. She beginning to wonder if he was the same way as them. They laughed even more making Amarante feel uncomfortable. Amarante felt that

"Yeah…Athrun," Yzak said between his laughs. Amarante sighed before looking up at their machines. Commander Waltfeld made her look over the blue prints for the machine. If she wanted to gain their respect now was the time to do it.

"The GAT-X102 Duel and the GAT-X103 Buster. The Buster with its 350mm Gun Launcher and 94mm Beam Rifle it has to conserve its energy. Especially when it combines the weapons into either the Sniper Rifle or the Shotgun. It's also heavier and has no shield which makes it an easier target. The pilot must be wise about the energy usage so the PS Armor won't go down. The Duel on the other hand is lighter and more mobile with the beam rifle and the mounted grenade launcher. The pilot probably doesn't really pay attention to energy levels as much as the Buster pilot. It also has two beam sabers attached to the back…which means it could hack at something with reckless abandon, if the pilot wanted to. According to the information…the Duel was integrated with the Assault Shroud armor meaning that out of all 5 "Gundams" it's the weakest. OR it was just over powered by a better pilot. Yet in consideration…The Duel was probably the first one made so…no new upgrades. Hm…and looking at your personalities Yzak is the Duel's pilot and Dearka is the pilot of the Buster. Am I correct?" Amarante announced. She gave them a wicked smile…Like the ones Commander Waltfeld gives her when he was about to tease her. Dearka just stared at her with his mouth opened. She's good…It looks like we've underestimated her…Yzak won't be happy about that Dearka thought.

"You're good," Dearka praised in a dumbfound voice. Yzak didn't say anything as Amarante just continued to smile back. NEVER underestimate the Waltfeld team…Amarante thought triumphantly.

"Just show us where the Legged Ship is!" Yzak growled.

"I'm not the one to ask. We should take time to relax…while we're still able to," Amarante replied. She wanted everyone to have time to relax…sure she couldn't order anyone but this upcoming battle was going to be horrendous. There would probably be scars that wouldn't be easily lifted.

"Just stay out of our way," Yzak snapped pushing past her. Dearka sighed scratching the back of his head. The girl was damn hot, but did she really have a boyfriend? Dearka looked her up and down again while she was still stunned by Yzak's push. She had a pretty nice butt.

"He'll lighten up to you eventually," Dearka said with a sigh. Now Amarante was confused…was Dearka just as mean and angry as Yzak or not?

"The scar…It's from an engagement with the Strike, isn't it?" Amarante asked. Dearka was surprised that Amarante would ask that question.

"Yeah," Dearka said with a nod.

"We've lost several comrades to the Strike," Amarante said quietly. She saw Kirkwood walking by and she signaled him to come over. Dearka saw her face lighten up and smile at the boy now approaching them. There was love and admiration in her eyes.

"Who is this?" Dearka teased. Amarante blushed gently as Kirkwood approached them. I can't believe she's dating a green…then again she's the only red here, Dearka thought. Instead of them cuddling and acting like a couple. Amarante and Kirkwood stood there side by side smiling gently.

"This is Kirkwood. He's my boyfriend. Kirkwood this is Dearka," Amarante chuckled. She was still blushing but it was getting more bashful than embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you," Kirkwood said placing his hand out to shake Dearka's.

"You too," Dearka said giving him a kind shake. Amarante got an idea, why don't they all go to lunch?

"Do you want to go find Yzak so we can go eat something?" Amarante asked.

"Nah…Let him settle down first. He's a hot head… Why don't you two go off and eat. I better make sure Yzak doesn't get into trouble. See ya," Dearka said with a wave going off in the general direction that Yzak stormed off in. Amarante was so confused right now…Was Dearka friend or foe? Yzak was more foe than friend right now but Dearka was confusing her.

"I've never seen this place so busy," Amarante muttered. She thought she was alone overseeing the busy men running around. The sounds of tools filled the air as well as hollers and screams for supplies and tools.

"The commander is preparing for an all out attack on the vessel," DaCosta said behind her. Amarante jumped slightly turning around to salute him only to trip over a small box falling to the ground. Amarante let out a cry as DaCosta chuckled slightly. Who knew that Amarante was a klutzy girl!

"Hello sir," Amarante said standing up and giving him a salute. She tried to appear as if the fall had never happened.

"Are you alright Amarante?" DaCosta asked. The day had slowly turned into night and the base was in a frenzy. There were several lights beaming inside hangars and outside them. Two men ran by them with supplies for a ZuOOT.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Amarante said scratching her head. Ow! Her head hurt but the pain was beginning to go away.

"You're going to sortie too…Oh the commander made some customizations to your suit. He also did a custom paint job. I hope you don't mind," DaCosta said in an ashamed manner. Oh the unpredictable Tiger! What did he do now?

"Ahhh…I don't think so. What color is it now?" Amarante asked. She really didn't want to know but then part of her wanted to know. The commander was always spontaneous…Amarante couldn't believe that he would do something like this.

"It's still blue… well sort of…It's beige with blue streaks going through it. Like a tiger. It also has variation of the commander's emblem," DaCosta began. He noticed that she seemed slightly distracted but he could understand why.

"So that's why I couldn't see it," Amarante muttered to herself.

"What?" DaCosta asked seeing her head down in thought.

"Nothing, continue," Amarante said snapping out of her thoughts. She looked up at him again trying to show that she was alright.

"He made it faster and it looks like he added a beam cannon?" DaCosta replied looking at the information closely. He wasn't very sure what was in the papers that he was looking at. Amarante sighed softly shaking her head. It looks like the Tiger strikes again!

"Get rid of the beam cannon. I can't do all this testing in battle," Amarante answered. He was really beginning to annoy her. She wanted to yell at him right now. Amarante wanted to get in his face and smack him but he wasn't her subordinate and he WAS her father.

"Amarante," DaCosta said softly. He could understand her anger but Waltfeld had his reasons. Sometimes…DaCosta saw different sides of the Commander that Aisha and Amarante never saw.

"You do understand correct?" Amarante sighed. She was speaking as if they were friends rather than superior/subordinate.

"The commander wants you to be safe and to be able to take on the Strike," DaCosta explained. Amarante shook her head again, she wanted him to understand. She wanted EVERYONE to understand. She wasn't a stumbling puppy anymore! She was an adolescent dog now. Sure she didn't know all the old tricks that the older dog knew…Or should she say Tiger?

"But…It's my machine. Sir, please understand," Amarante argued. It sounded more like a plea now…Amarante never pleaded with everyone. Normally she just followed what ever he or Waltfeld said.

"I can't remove it without the commander's consent. You know that. He's the one who put this order in place," DaCosta countered. Amarante groaned knowing that there was no way to get around this. She watched the busy maintenance crews working on the machines or the ship. Out of the corner of her eye Amarante saw the two Le Creuset members walking through.

"Well…I gotta go. See you later sir," she said cheerfully as she ran away giving a cheerful wave. Oh Amarante…DaCosta thought worriedly. He was probably just as worried as the commander. The Strike could tear through BuCUEs like butter. They all wanted Amarante to be safe.

Flashback

"We've all seen what the Strike can do. I want you to put this order in place on Amarante's BuCUE," Waltfeld ordered sliding papers across his desk towards DaCosta.

"Sir?" DaCosta asked.

"I want Amarante to have the greatest chance of defeating the Strike," Waltfeld replied. He drank his coffee slowly thinking of his favorite little pilot. For once he wasn't even looking at DaCosta. His chair was turned in the opposite way that he normally had it as well. Something was odd today, DaCosta could feel it.

"What will we be doing to her suit?" DaCosta asked flipping through the pages quickly.

"You have eyes don't you?" Waltfeld asked with an amused smirk. Inside his body he let out a sigh, the Commander was alright. He was probably just thinking about the upcoming battle.

"Yes sir," DaCosta answered. He gave a salute before turning to leave the room.

"I don't want Amarante to die," the Desert Tiger began before quickly adding, "Ai-Aisha would be so upset. It would be like losing a daughter to her."

"Yes sir," DaCosta replied softly. DaCosta understood…he knew what he was really thinking. With that DaCosta left the room silently.

End Flashback

"Well here comes the princess," Yzak muttered. Amarante raced to them giving the boys a reassuring smile. Dearka decided that Amarante was a good person…and not to tease her that much.

"Hey how are you?" Amarante asked once she was close enough. She still had that smile, a beautiful kind smile. It was so sincere and innocent that no one could believe that she wore the elite red uniform.

"Doing pretty fine," Dearka said with a wink and a wave. Amarante then noticed that Yzak was going to blow his top.

"HOW COULD YOU STOOP SO LOW TO DATE A GREEN!" Yzak demanded. She felt like a cartoon being blown away by an enlarged head with a tiny body.

"I see you don't waste anytime Fluffy," Amarante sighed. This guy was a dog with rabies foaming at the mouth ready to attack and kill anything. He foamed more at the mouth than Maylam.

"QUIT CALLING ME THAT!" Yzak hollered. She was like Athrun and Dearka combined. He was going to compare her to Nicol but she had outdone him twice earlier on that day.

"What is it to you… You love who you love. He's been very kind to me…and he's been there when times have become tough," Amarante replied. She didn't want this argument to go any further. Love was love and it came in every shape and form. Now she was Nicol…Nicol would say something so naïve and stupid as what just came out of her mouth. He had stripped her of being called as intelligent as Athrun and as cunning as Dearka.

"Hmpf, you're just like Nicol. People who don't deserve to wear this elite uniform! You're the kind of people who will most likely get injured. No…you'll die! I'm sure of it!" Yzak snapped. Amarante was surprised at his words…she was about to remain silent. Amarante was numb at this moment…He was a comrade…Why would he say such a thing?

"Why do you wish this on people? Especially on your comrades! If I have to I'll prove that I'm a great pilot just you wait and see! I'll prove it even if I die!" Amarante hollered. She forced Yzak against the leg of his mobile suit getting ready to hit him. Waltfeld's ideals flashed in front of her forcing her to put her arm back down. "You're my comrade…I'm not going to do that."

"Hey cut it out," Dearka snapped forcing the two apart. Yzak had the tendency to be like this…Dearka sighed wishing that he would stop creating tension between team members.

"Commander Le Creuset warned us about the Waltfeld team…Idealistic!" Yzak growled. Dearka gave him a glare trying to get him to stop this game of torment.

"Well you're just as Commander Waltfeld said arrogant and prideful! We can't do this…why are we fighting each other? War tears us apart…We can't go on fight each other FOREVER!" Amarante answered. Yzak was about to say something in return but hearing a commanding voice was shocking.

"That's enough Amarante," Waltfeld called out Aisha in tow. He was in his signature overcoat. He was surprised to see Amarante fighting with the two other reds. She always got along with everyone.

"Commander!" Amarante gasped ashamed of herself. The three soldiers gave him a salute. Waltfeld waved them a way with his hand.

"I'll have to agree with Amarante. We can't fight like this. Now if you don't have anything else to do besides argue…I suggest you work on your suits. That goes for all of you. You're dismissed…Except you Amarante," Waltfeld announced seriously. Amarante gulped…she couldn't believe this, how did she allow this to get out of hand?

"Yes sir," Dearka and Yzak said in unison.

"I told you not to let them get to you," Waltfeld growled quietly. Amarante looked down sadly her figure crumbling with guilt and sadness.

"I'm sorry sir," Amarante sighed. Waltfeld sighed as well relaxing his body. Amarante was looking so sad…how could he stay mad at such a cute girl. He never knew that such a little girl could have a spell on him.

"I can't stay mad at you can I? Lets go check out your new suit," Waltfeld said messing up her hair. She groaned slightly out of frustration as she tried to get his hand off her head.

"Look at him play with her, if it's as if Amarante is his daughter," Yzak grumbled to Dearka.

"That's enough Yzak. You've cause enough damage for one day," Dearka snapped in response. Yzak was surprised that Dearka would get so angry at him. Amarante was the one that caused the damage NOT him.

"Commander…Please take the beam cannon off the BuCUE," Amarante whined looking up at her machine. She liked the paint scheme but the large bulky weapon was a large eye sore.

"We had the extra part from the LaGOWE so why not put it to good use? Amarante…we need as many suits with beam weaponry as possible out there," Waltfeld countered.

"But sir!" Amarante cried out. How could she test all of this. Not only was she testing the beam weaponry but she was also testing the speed of the machine.

"You're normally never this mouthy. What's with this new found stubbornness?" Waltfeld replied. Amarante opened her mouth to say that she wasn't mouthy but Amarante just closed her mouth. He was right. Amarante couldn't do this.

"Sorry sir," Amarante sighed. She knew that she wasn't this stubborn but there was more than just mobile suits here.

"Cubby, don't you think it's for the best?" Aisha asked. Now Aisha was on his side. She couldn't stand up to both of them so she decided to rest her case.

"I guess," Amarante sighed once more.

"Well if Andy's done with you I have something to show you," Aisha chuckled. She wrapped her arms around Amarante's neck giving an innocent look to her Andy. He gave a nod before looking to the girl embraced by Aisha.

"Okay," sighed Amarante. Aisha released the girl pulling her by the hand.

"Come on Cubby! Don't you think it'll be fun?" Waltfeld asked playfully slapping her back in his ever teasing manner. Amarante shrugged following after Aisha. She lead her to the woman's locker room. She went to her own locker pulling out a skirt.

"I made this for you," Aisha cooed. It was pleated like the one Amarante was currently wearing but it was two tiered.

"Thank you," Amarante said warmly.

"I also believe you'll be at ace status by the end of this brutal war…Maybe you'll be able to change your flight suit as well. What would you change it to?" Aisha asked.

"Not pink…Probably something with stripes like the commander's. Only in blue…I love blue," Amarante answered lovingly. She knew that Aisha wanted her to have pink as well. Aisha thought that color was lovely on her.

"Well try it on…I want to see you in it," Aisha chuckled thrusting the skirt into her hands. Amarante sighed quietly…she was always tied to Aisha's rope. It felt like a pain but Amarante just smiled. Quickly Amarante tried on the skirt to see that it was a perfect fit.

"I love it even more now that it's on! And it covers my butt when I bend over!" Amarante chimed before noticing what she said. With a gasp she covered her mouth as Aisha came closer. Aisha laughed loudly…oh the girl was cute. She would say something like that and embarrass herself. Aisha gave her a hug before pulling the girl's cheeks. Neither would know that this would be the last time they would ever share a moment like this ever again.

Today in the polls, (As of July 31, 2010)...

Nicol x Amarante: 6 votes

DaCosta x Amarante: 4 votes

Waltfeld x Amarante: 3 votes

Waltfeld x Aisha: 3 votes

Amarante x Aisha: 3 votes

Kirkwood x Amarante: 2 Votes

Mu x Amarante: 2 votes

Maylam x Amarante: 0 votes

Newly added:

Yzak x Amarante: 0 votes

Dearka x Amarante: 0votes

Also you can now take FIVE votes instead of FOUR since I've added several new characters to the poll. So go to my profile and vote!

Okay...Just curious...For the people voting NICOL x AMARANTE! May I ask why? Nicol will appear in Chapter 22 but this poll has been up WAAAYYYYY before Nicol ever came. So can I ask why you guys are voting this way? So please write me a review explaining your logic.