Lost Memories/ Amnesia Girl Chapter 40

If you didn't read the chapter entitled "change". I have changed my pen name because of reasons I have already told. So instead of being CuteAiboAibo, I am now WoofumsPup. Sorry for the inconvenience.

"Amarante what the hell is a matter with you!" Athrun demanded grabbing her flight suit by the collar. He didn't even let her get into the dressing room. In a matter of seconds she felt the air escape her lungs as she was pushed up against the cold metal wall.

"Nothing," Amarante replied grabbing his hands. She couldn't believe that she was seeing Athrun's fury right up close and personal. She let out a deep sigh trying to relax to the best of her ability.

"What do you mean nothing? You were almost killed!" Athrun growled. He was tired of losing friends left and right and he wasn't going to lose another one. Amarante looked away for a second letting out another huff of air. It was getting hard to maintain a level of calmness with Athrun.

"Athrun," Amarante mumbled. She did feel bad for what she did but she hated Athrun's tone of voice right now. He could deal with this in his normal calm manner instead of yelling at her. What could have possibly made him THIS upset? What I did was stupid and I already know that, Amarante thought as she looked into Athrun enraged emerald eyes.

"I know you've probably heard this a lot, but Yzak, Dearka and I promised Nicol that we'd take care of you! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF YOU'RE DEAD?" Athrun demanded. Amarante shuttered at his tone. She already knew that her "father" was going to chew her out. She didn't need Athrun doing the same.

"YES I SCREWED UP! I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT!" Amarante hollered back grabbing Athrun's collar. She had tears streaming out of her eyes. She thought about the stupid choices she made during her battle, she thought about the people that were worried about her and she thought about Nicol. She was going to be with him, she would have been happy, but Athrun had brought her back. Amarante tried holding back the tears but she really didn't know why she was even crying.

"Yes you did! How could you have been so selfish? Almost throwing your life away like that!" Athrun scolded. Amarante huffed quietly turning her head away from her friend. She wanted to be left alone; all that mattered was that she realized her faults. "Well look who thinks she's high and mighty? Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Athrun said grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him. His forceful grab broke through Amarante's threshold of anger. He had no right to touch her like that.

"STOP IT!" Amarante snapped punching him in the face. "I GET IT! DO YOU THINK NICOL WANTS TO SEE US FIGHTING LIKE THIS?" He released the girl touching his stinging cheek. He looked at her tearful face trying to calm himself down. He thought of Nicol's happy and cheerful face.

"What's going on here?" Waltfeld demanded. He had heard Amarante hollering at someone. He saw the tears floating around Athrun and her. "Why are you crying?"

"I just want everyone to leave me alone," Amarante muttered below her breath. She went into the lady's locker room ignoring whatever the two men told her. She knew that being inside the locker room would at least cause them to wait or eventually leave.

"Alexandre," Annette began quietly, "Do you remember what it was like when we were little?" Alexandre's face went pale as he looked at his young sister. Why was she asking a question like that? She could barely remember her childhood, but it gave her a very ill feeling.

"Annette! You know you're not supposed to ask a stupid question like that!" Armand barked. He had been secretly listening to their conversation. Annette asked too many questions, stupid questions.

"but," Annette began before being cut off by a glare. She could understand why Armand was in an even worst mood than normal. They went out with four machines…to kill Amarante Takahashi, and the only thing they could accomplish was getting their ship destroyed.

"Need I remind you, little sister, that your lack of effort caused us to lose the battle?" Armand hissed. "You're pathetic! You sat there whimpering and cowering behind the asteroids!"

"Enough Armand, we can't fight right now. We can't be fighting each other and blaming each other for our failures. Next time, we'll get that girl. I'll make sure we do," Alexandre replied. He hated like how Armand would commonly blame their failures on little Annette. She wasn't cut out for this type of work, yet she was still forced into to doing whatever they wanted.

"Why do you stick up for such a weakling? With the way she fights I feel ashamed to even call her my sister!" Armand snapped.

"She's still our sister and we have to look out for her," Alexandre snapped. Armand grabbed his sister's collar pulling her in front of his face. She looked into his eyes fearfully trying to back away from her commanding brother. He shook her violently just to see the fear well up so much inside her that she started to cry.

"You two are pathetic. Annette, next time you go out there, I want to see you kill something," Armand growled throwing the little girl into a near-by wall. She groaned quietly as Alexandre cried out her name rushing to her floating body.

"Are you alright, Annette?" Alexandre asked his baby sister. She coughed loudly only giving him a soft nod. She was tired of being tossed around like a ragdoll. She wanted to be free of this war and her older brother but she knew that they were trapped by the Earth Forces. She knew that they would never allow her to go.

Amarante left the woman's locker room to see her father waiting for her. She furrowed her eyebrows and frowned as she saw him. Amarante was done listening to people holler at her but something was different with her father. He still had his very fatherly like stance and he was completely relaxed.

"Before you say anything." Waltfeld began as Amarante opened her mouth. "I'm not mad at you. I just want to give you a hug." He pulled her into a gentle hug kissing the top of her head. She didn't say anything as he used his good arm to brush her long hair.

"Dad," she mumbled as he shushed her quietly. Waltfeld wanted to finish speaking with her before she said anything.

"Please don't do that again. I was so worried. When you disappeared off the radio, I didn't know what to think. You were gone, like the time I lost you in the airport. I was so worried about you," Waltfeld whispered quietly into her hair. He kissed the top of her head softly once more leaning his head on top of hers. He smiled as she turned into his chest wrapping her arms around him. She felt so much relief from being in his arms, but something finally hit her…Amarante's real father was dead. She didn't know what to think. Should she be happy or should she be sad? He hated her with so much passion but he was the one who helped create her. He wanted to kill her so badly but he allowed her to have a life where she could be truly loved. Her mind felt like it was going to explode as she allowed her legs to give out on her. She let a small smile grace her face welcoming the idea of passing out. She heard her father calling out to her but she didn't care, she needed to sleep after that long battle.

"How dare she say that it didn't happen! Mom didn't do anything to protect me! She slapped me and yelled at me. She never did. I'm glad she's dead! I REALLY AM!" Amaranta muttered. All her things, gone in an instance. She couldn't believe that this had happened. Her father was the only one who cared about her, but he molested her. He continued even though she tried telling people. "She'll pay, they'll all pay! I'll make sure I'll kill her. Rip off her skin, break her bones, or I could maul her so bad that she'll take her own life. I'll get her to die some way or another. I think I destroy her life slowly…until I kill her."

Night had set on the Eternal, the halls were dormant and most of the crew was in their rooms. Yet no one could sleep with the approaching battle. Everyone was on high alert and their hearts were beating quickly. Like most on board the ship, Fritzi laid in bed staring at her silver wall wondering what could happen in the upcoming battle. Would they be killed and their beliefs die in vain? Would the Earth Forces win and destroy the PLANTs or would Z.A.F.T. win and destroy more of the Earth? She never wanted to do any of this. She just wanted to heal people and make their lives better. She wanted to see Amarante's cute little smiling face and the innocence she possessed in all people. Fritzi quickly closed her eyes hearing the door to her room open and close. For a moment she didn't hear anything but she knew someone was there, and they weren't going away. Fritzi shuttered feeling an arm snake around her belly as a person got into her bed behind her.

"Martin," Fritzi muttered relaxing into his tight grip. She was glad that he came and joined her. Even though she couldn't admit it to anyone, not even DaCosta, she had been in love with him for quite some time. She knew that DaCosta probably felt the same about her as well. Fritzi let out a deep sigh rubbing his arm gently, smiling at the thought of him being here with her. Yet, the smile quickly faded as Fritzi began to think about everything that was going on outside her room. This very night could be her last night alive.

"I wanted to make sure you could fall asleep," DaCosta replied kissing the top of her head. He was so worried about her; if they died she would be all alone in the infirmary. Oh Martin, you're such a sweet person. Thank you for doing something like this, Fritzi thought with a smile.

"Are you going to stay the whole night?" she asked quietly. Slowly she turned around in his grip to face him. She loved him so much and she knew that he loved her. Fritzi cuddled against him gently placing her head underneath his chin. Martin was glad that she couldn't see the blush forming underneath his eyes.

"Yeah," DaCosta muttered sweetly. He kissed the top of her head once again before her right cheek. Gently Fritzi rubbed his forearm sensing that he was tense and stressed but that was almost normal for him. He tensed up slightly before relaxing to her touch. Maybe Commander Waltfeld is right…maybe I am too tense. I feel so much calmer around her, DaCosta thought.

"I'm scared Martin," Fritzi whispered to him.

"Don't worry Fritzi. We'll be alright. I'll make sure you'll be okay," DaCosta shushed quietly. Amarante, Kira and the others won't let this ship go down so easily, DaCosta thought rubbing her soft cheek.

"Do you think we can win?" Fritzi whispered. He gulped quietly not really knowing the answer to her question. They were only three ships, with a few mobile suits. Could they really change the world? He let out a small sigh before moving her chin upwards kissing her lips.

"I love you Fritzi," DaCosta whispered into her ear. He could feel her break down in his arms. He knew that she had been waiting to hear those words from him. So many years had passed and they continued to grow closer and closer. Her mother had always told her to wait, and she painfully did. There were so many times that she wanted to tell DaCosta how much she loved him but she never did because she always thought of her mother telling her to wait.

"I love you too Martin," she said through her tears. She couldn't stop crying tears of joy. She had forgotten about the war and her fears as she felt DaCosta pull her closer. He didn't know what was going to happen but at least for one night, he could comfort Fritzi as her lover and not as her best friend.

"I still wonder if Amarante made it out. Commander Joule didn't see her on the battlefield. Although, I have suffered greatly from aiding her, I'm glad that Commander Joule was at least on my side," Shiho sighed. She was sitting at her desk going over the last and final preparations for her machine. With a sigh Shiho looked over at Amarante's bed which had laid vacant ever since she had left the ship. Shiho would always change the sheets and make sure her side was free of any dust that settled just in case Amarante ever came back to them. Yet if she did, Amarante would probably leave the ship in a body bag. She let out another sigh as she picked up a picture of the two of them. They were working on her cGUE together. Many people had told her to throw away that picture or to burn it but Amarante was still her friend and she would always be. Maybe I should have gone with her…but what about Z.A.F.T. and Commander Joule. He'd be so upset if he found out. Yet she was so confident in the Eternal. Maybe we could all use her faith. Amarante whatever you do, please stop this bloody war, we've already lost so much, Shiho thought stretching out her arms. Tiredly she got out of her chair and into bed. She would have to be prepared for anything that happened.

"Alexandre, who's Nicol?" Annette asked quietly. She was always so intrigued with this "Amarante" their sworn enemy. Even when she wasn't ordered to Annette peered in to her mind trying to really figure out who this girl was. She felt so much sympathy for Amarante, she had lost her mother, her own father hated her and she lost her memories.

"Are you still reading her mind?" Alexandre sighed. He really wished Annette wouldn't do things like reading Amarante's mind when it wasn't an order. They weren't supposed to think about Amarante in any other way besides that she was a horrible person that needed to be killed. Although, Alexandre did sympathize with Annette their brother would commonly persuade Alexandre to his side.

"Uh-huh. She thinks about him constantly…why?" Annette asked. I really don't want to know all of this…but Annette is so naïve and young. And what about Amarante? Alexandre thought.

"If you promise to stop reading her mind I think I can tell you a reason why," Alexandre replied placing his left hand on her head. She smiled lovingly at her brother turning red in the face. She loved him far more than Armand, who would have probably killed her by now if it wasn't for Alexandre.

"Okay. Can I ask you another question too?" Annette asked cheerfully. My poor sister…she's not cut out for war and fighting. She's so curious and her Newtype connection with Amaranta and her sister Amarante is unbelievable, Axandre thought ruffling through his little sister's hair.

"Sure, why not," Alexandre replied.

"Why do we have to hate her so much? I've never met her but I have to hate her," Annette sighed. Annette's a thinker…which is good, she doesn't just blindly follow orders. But the bad thing about that is she will probably become very insubordinate, especially if we have to kill innocent people, Alexandre thought looking at her innocent face.

Alexandre sighed thinking over his options. "Quite honestly Nette I really have no idea. I've always wondered that myself but on to you other question. This Nicol person must be her love interest and when you're really in love with someone you almost always think of that person," Alexandre explained. A love interest? But she thinks of him so sadly…Or of old memories. Why isn't he there to comfort her? Annette thought looking away from her brother.

"Okay, but where is he? Whenever I try to connect with him…I can't," Annette huffed sadly.

"That I don't know. He's probably not like us." Alexandre began. "Well try to get some sleep. I have a feeling that tomorrow will be a big day for us, and try not to think of what happened earlier today."

"Okay, good night Alexandre. I love you," Annette chimed wrapping her arms around her sibling in a deep hug.

"I love you too Annette," Alexandre told her softly. Soon after, Annette cheerful skipped out of her brother's room to her own room to sleep. Annette hummed to herself lovingly not thinking of the war and bloodshed right outside the metal hall of the ship.

Yeah I know….SUPER late. I had writer's block, the end is soon though and I'll be able to finally get to the much awaited sequel. Make sure to read and review! Sorry for the delay once again.

~WoofumsPup