Lost Memories Chapter 24

Hey sorry that I haven't updated. School is about to start and this story will probably go on a weekly update now.

"Mare you said?" Nicol asked over the phone. After several days he was finally able to get in contact with Martin DaCosta. They had been talking for awhile and he learned more and more about Amarante. He now knew she had a sister, that sister was a twin, she was 15 born on April 1, CE 52, her mother was unfortunately murdered, Amarante loved the color green and she loved to draw.

"Yes. That's what her family called her. Anything else you want to know?" DaCosta replied. He could hear rustling in the background. He wanted to look back to see what it was but DaCosta wanted to keep his full attention on Nicol's questions.

"Any special skills?" Nicol asked. In a moment he had would have to get back to Amarante. He told her he wouldn't be gone long but it had been an hour and thirty minutes.

"From what I heard from Commander Waltfeld she's a ballet dancer and she can play the piano," DaCosta answered. Nicol perked up, he was now very interested. He loved playing the piano and he would love to share his skills with her.

"The piano!" Nicol gasped. There was a piano in the second floor of the hospital. This hospital had several floors and many of the floors had civilian patients. He had to take her there next, it would probably bring them closer together. Nicol blushed at the thought of giving her a mini-concert.

"Yes?" DaCosta said in a confused voice. He looked into the phone before placing it back at his ear. This kid seemed way to excited by just one musical instrument. Maybe Nicol played or maybe he loved classical music, who knows.

"I'm sorry sir, but I must go. I'll try to call back later," Nicol said excitedly. Impatiently Nicol waited for DaCosta's reply and for him to hang up the phone. He had to get to her now, she was probably waiting for him.

"Alright, Amalfi," DaCosta said hanging up the phone. In the room Waltfeld was resting comfortably. DaCosta gave a slight sigh before turning around to face him. Quite honestly Waltfeld wished that HE was the one talking to Nicol. He would have given more information to Nicol then DaCosta. Then again, DaCosta was the one who did research her.

"So how is she?" the Desert Tiger asked. He looked at his subordinate eager to know how his honorary daughter was doing.

"She's fine. Apparently a little ditzy but that's understandable," DaCosta answered. He went to his bedside going to a stance of rest in front of Commander Waltfeld.

"How about her eye? Did she lose it?" Tiger asked. DaCosta saw the worry and concern in his face. DaCosta gave him a reassuring smile. Even if Waltfeld ever moved on and had a family, Amarante was still be his little girl.

"No. According to Amalfi she just has a scar that goes over it but she's fine," DaCosta answered. The bandages had been removed before she left the hospital. Some of the doctors were astounded at how fast that injury healed.

"I think Amalfi and Amarante will fall in love. What's Amalfi's first name anyways?" Waltfeld asked. It felt so weird to be missing the arm as Waltfeld moved the little stub. Pain shot through his arm causing Waltfeld to clench his fist and teeth so he wouldn't cry out. Waltfeld thought of the two children together with a smile. Some how, Waltfeld knew that this was the person Aisha was talking about. The one that would be perfect for Amarante was the Amalfi kid.

"It's Nicol," DaCosta answered. DaCosta smiled, it was odd to see Waltfeld ponder about something happily now. Normally he was as cynical as an old man and most of the time he just had some type of glare in his remaining eye.

"Nicol and Amarante. They'll be cute together. The one thing I don't like is that he's apart of the Le Creuset Team," Waltfeld said leaning his head on his one good arm. As a father and commander he had failed Amarante and as a lover he had failed Aisha. Amarante didn't even remember them which was extremely troubling. It could take years for Amarante to remember everything.

"Sir?" DaCosta asked. He wanted to cock his head like how Amarante used to do but he stifled that action.

"So when do you think they'll put her back on the battlefield?" Waltfeld asked. He wanted them to wait awhile and with her injuries…they probably would. He was using his serious commander tone causing DaCosta to stiffen.

"I really hope not soon sir," DaCosta sighed. HE was also very concerned about the little girl. Amarante was the closet thing to family at the lonely Saharan base. He wasn't that close to his real family. They expected him to be the best and they were slightly let down at the fact that DaCosta did not become a pilot for Z.A.F.T.

"I have a bad feeling that she'll encounter Le Creuset. I want you to get in contact with her family," Waltfeld ordered. DaCosta went to attention giving a silent acknowledgment to his order before leaving the room. DaCosta smile, Amarante defiantly was his little girl, he could tell by the way he talked about her and the way he looked at her.

Going to find the piano, Nicol already heard it was being played. Quietly he approached the room seeing that Amarante was in there playing it. Maybe that was one of the things she remembered! He entered the room and it caused her to stop immediately. Looking back she did her cute little cock of the head. She was wearing her ground forces uniform and ever since two days ago, she had been discharged from the hospital. Nicol liked seeing her two emerald eyes staring back into his brown ones. There was so much admiration in her eyes.

"Oh keep playing. You're doing great," Nicol said clapping his hands together. Amarante now turned around completely. She had no idea what he was talking about. She was just sitting there. Amarante had been drawn to this room for some reason and for some time she had been sitting there doing nothing…or so she believed.

"Playing? Playing what?" Amarante asked. Nicol entered the room walking to her causing Amarante to turn around to face the piano. She looked at the keys and everything did seem familiar. She touched one of the keys but not push it down.

"The Piano," Nicol replied. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Had she forgotten already? He gulped, maybe she was being playful. That was it…she just pretending not to know what it was or how to play.

"Pi-ano," Amarante muttered thinking it over. She shrugged it off as he sat on the seat with her. Amarante scooted over a little bit so he would be comfortable as well. Nicol took both of her hands lovingly, looking it to her eyes.

"Come on, play," Nicol said pushing her hands towards the keys. Amarante resisted causing her hands to hit the piano keys in distorted chord.

"I don't know how to," Amarante replied. She removed her hands from his crossing them so he wouldn't grab them again. Nicol frowned, he didn't like how this joke was going. The joke should have been over by now.

"I just saw you playing," Nicol retaliated. He placed his hands on her shoulders forcing the girl to look into his eyes. She looked back angrily wanting to slap the boy across the face.

"I CAN'T!" Amarante snapped. She was about to stand up and storm out but Nicol's arms were already wrapped around her in a gentle forgiving hug. Amarante was surprised and she instantly began to melt in his arms. She defiantly wanted him to hug her more often. She liked the feeling.

"Hey I'm sorry to coming to such a quick conclusion. Do you want me to play for you?" Nicol asked. She warmed up to him and eventually uncrossed her arms.

"Okay. Can you teach me?" Amarante asked. She looked up at him curiously and how could Nicol say no to such a cute face.

"Alright," Nicol began, "I'll play for you first." I'll play my theme of tears…My parents and everyone else always enjoys it, Nicol thought. Closing his eyes Nicol's hands graced the keys. Feeling almost instantly relaxed, Amarante moved her head against his shoulder and her arms around his midsection. Nicol flinched slightly not expecting her to become so relaxed or to wrap her arms around his waist.

Flashback

"You heard me. An instrument playing cute guy. They always seem to be the nice ones. I bet there are a couple in Z.A.F.T," someone replied.

End Flashback

Amarante perked up at the end of the song remembering those words. She looked into Nicol's eyes before hugging him tightly. He was a instrument playing cute guy. Yet who said those words? She couldn't remember the person or the voice. Why couldn't she remember anything? The doctors never really filled her in on anything.

"Do you still want me to teach you?" Nicol asked. The bandages around her eye were removed and he could see her beautiful green eyes as a pair. He loved those eyes, they were so sincere and innocent. So innocent that no one could possibly take advantage of her.

"Yes," Amarante asked. Nicol smiled enthusiastically. He wanted to give her a kiss but was it too early? He had only known her a couple of days and those days were closely turning into weeks.

"So this key is C," Nicol instructed going back to teaching her. He placed her hands on the keys before making one of her fingers press the key down. It sounded off in a gentle and in tune sound.

"I want to kiss you too," Amarante mumbled. Sometimes she felt as if she could read people and their movements. It was so odd, she had never really felt this feeling. At least she couldn't remember it any other time.

"I…ah, what?" Nicol asked turning bright red. He looked down at her surprised at what she was saying. How did she know what he was thinking? It was so odd, was Amarante a psychic.

"I want you to kiss me, because I really really like you," Amarante replied placing her hands on his chest. Her cheeks turned red as Nicol placed his hands on her waist.

"I really really like you too," Nicol mumbled. He had never kissed a girl and it could be extremely awkward. He moved closer to her but saw out of the corner of his eye that Athrun was going to enter the room. Athrun entered seeing that Nicol had gone from sitting on the seat to on the floor.

"Nicol? Are you okay?" Amarante asked. She was now standing peering over Nicol. Why was he on the ground? Did she push him off. Athrun looked at the scene skeptically but didn't think anything of it.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Nicol replied getting to his feet. Amarante noticed all the dust on his uniform as Athrun focused back on the two.

Athrun cleared his throat before approaching Amarante, "Amarante."

"Yes?" Amarante asked dusting off Nicol. She stopped momentarily before continuing to dust him off. She brushed the dust off the front of uniform before looking at Athrun.

"Nicol told me you like puppies and I know that after we pin point the Legged Ship's location we'll be here off and on. So if it's okay with Nicol I made you this. So you'll always know that we're, Nicol, Dearka, Yzak and myself are here for you," Athrun said holding out the robotic dog to her. It was rather large and you needed two hands to hold it unlike Birdie and at times Haro.

"I can't take it…it's yours," Amarante replied. It was really cute though. It had a cute little face that resembled that of a Pomeranian with cute little round ears. It cocked it head at her causing Amarante to squeal in delight.

"I'm giving it to you," Athrun replied. Amarante shook her head.

"Amarante won't take anything unless it's gift wrapped or it says gift on it," Nicol chuckled. Amarante blushed with embarrassment as Athrun continued to hold it out to her. She shook her head before looking at Nicol for support. She still couldn't stand up for long periods of time and would have to sit soon. Nicol smiled at her but didn't give her an answer.

"Please take it. It's a gift from me to you," Athrun said warmly. Feeling that she was being ganged up on, she took the trinket. She felt her eyes tear…and she placed her head on the robot to hide her tears.

"I don't even know you guys but you give me stuff and I haven't done anything to deserve this either," Amarante cried. So the robot wouldn't short circuit Nicol removed it from her arms placing it on the ground.

"Don't cry," Athrun soothed placing both hands on her shoulders They were both so kind to her, why couldn't she do anything for them. He rubbed her back gently before letting Nicol take her. Nicol hugged her tightly trying to calm her down.

"I have never done anything for you and I…I don't even know you guys yet you're so nice to me!" Amarante cried. Nicol continued to hold her and Athrun placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Please take it, Athrun worked really hard to build that for you," Nicol whispered into her ear. It was an adorable little thing and Nicol would hate it if Amarante wouldn't take it. It looked up at them wagging its round tail.

"Okay," Amarante mumbled. She tried to stop crying but she couldn't.

"Why are you crying?" Athrun asked in a gentle tone. She looked over her shoulder at him before diving her head deeper in Nicol's chest. Athrun then moved his hand to her back smiling at Nicol. She was so embarrassed and emotional.

"Because you guys are so nice to me," Amarante mumbled. Nicol still wanted to kiss her but not in front of Athrun. He wanted to keep their relationship a secret if it ever amounted to anything.

"It's name is Pompom," Athrun informed her. She began wiping her tears away but the tears still didn't stop. Nicol helped wipe them away giving her a gentle smile.

"Pompom?" Nicol asked seeing the little robot perk up at the name. It barked at Nicol wagging its tail.

"Looking through puppy pictures, I thought the Pomeranian was the cutest," Athrun answered. Amarante finally stopped crying as Athrun removed his hand on her back.

"I like you guys," Amarante mumbled. She especially liked Nicol…he was a very loving and gentle person. Athrun was very kind but she didn't like him in the same way.

"I hope you get transferred into a unit near by us," Athrun said optimistically. Amarante nodded, she wanted to go lie down because she was getting a huge head ache.

"I'm going to go back to my room," Amarante sniffled. Nicol nodded releasing her. Watching her walk to the door Nicol thought it wasn't right to let her walk around unattended. Pompom followed her seemingly knowing who her new owner was.

"Wait! I'll go with you!" Nicol called out. He opened the door for her allowing her to leave first. Turning around Amarante looked at Athrun. Maybe he wanted to come with her.

"Would you like to come Athrun?" Amarante asked. Being caught off by the question Athrun flinched.

"No, I'll let you two be alone," Athrun answered. Amarante waved as Nicol escorted her down the hall, Pompom in tow. Athrun sighed softly before smiling, Nicol was very much in love with Amarante. He was surprised to see him so infatuated with Amarante.

"Why did Athrun make Pompom?" Amarante asked soon after they were out of the hospital. She was very grateful for the gift but she was so confused.

"I told him, how you didn't like to be alone and you liked having company. Hopefully Pompom will solve some of your loneliness," Nicol replied. The female barracks wasn't too far and Nicol was only able to go as far as the front door, or so he believed. They walked across to the barracks and Amarante smiled at him.

"Oh alright. Well the doctor told me to get plenty of rest and I'm a bit tired…so I'll see you a little later okay Nicol?" Amarante said lovingly. Nicol only nodded blushing brightly. He placed his hands on her hips pulling her close to him. With slight bashfulness Nicol gently pressed his lips on the side of her mouth. He was trying to go for her lips but her head was cocked in her normal confused fashion. Pulling away Nicol looked into Amarante's face seeing blush underneath her eyes. He probably had the same amount of blush as they finally kissed. Against all of Nicol's fears, the kiss wasn't as awkward as he thought it would be. Pulling away again Nicol this time gave her a kiss on the cheek before releasing her.

"See you later," Nicol mumbled. Amarante barely noticed that he left her standing there. She finally snapped back into reality going inside the barracks. She held the door open for Pompom and then proceeded to the stairs. She was just about to pick up Pompom but was surprised to see that Pompom could go up the stairs on its own. She followed after it and once at the top of the stairs it wagged its tail.

"This way Pompom," Amarante ordered lovingly. Nicol was her instrument playing cute guy, like that person said. Yet who was that person? Amarante was becoming more and more unsure about who she really was and what had happened the day she had the car accident.

In the polls today...As of August 28, 2010

Nicol x Amarante: 7 votes

DaCosta x Amarante: 4 votes

Waltfeld x Aisha: 4 votes

Waltfeld x Amarante: 3 votes

Amarante x Mu: 3 votes

Aisha x Amarante: 3 votes

Kirkwood x Amarante: 2 votes

Yzak x Amarante: 1 vote

Maylam x Amarante: 0 votes

Dearka x Amarante: 0 votes

Athrun x Amarante: 0 votes

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