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"ISABELLA! MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND GET THE GROCERIES!" Lady Albern ordered as seventeen year old Isabella Liberata finished cleaning the pure white and ocean blue tiled floor.

"Yes, My Lady," Isabella muttered through clench teeth, making no effort to hide her bad attitude towards the mistress.

Isabella sat back on her heels, her sore back cramping and she untied the snow white apron around her sturdy waist before standing slowly and going into the kitchen. She hung the apron on a lingering hook and then slipped the grocery list her fellow servant, Ami Kanagawa, had neatly written in curvy kanji.

"Isabella?!" Lady Albern screeched and the teen cringed as the tall, unrealistically thin, noble strutted through the door.

"Yes, My Lady?"

"Don't give me attitude, you should be grateful that you get to live here. Pick up the groceries and then come back and finish cleaning the rest of the floors downstairs," the mistress snapped and Isabella crumpled the list and stuffed it into her battered jean pocket.

"Yes ma'am," she said as mockingly as she dared and expected a slap across the face.

"Don't just stand there! Get going!" Lady Albern snarled and then departed.

Isabella shot her back a look of daggers and then turned on her heels before striding out the door.

"Burn in Hell you old hag," Isabella cursed as she slammed the huge oak door of the mansion behind her, "stupid Britannians should all shrivel up in the Lake of Fire for what you've done to beautiful Japan. Shattering lives, taking the lives of so many, go to Hell."

Isabella's hip length, ebony hair whisked around behind her as she walked. Her body was well built and very toned from the manual work, and her green eyes were bright and lively almost haunting. Isabella's ebony hair was almost always pulled back into a thick ponytail, and it was completely straight except for the ends, where it curved inward.

It had been seven years since Isabella had been taken away from her brother and best friend, making her live with the bitter hatred she had for the new Empire and the stabbing heartbreak that only got worse every time she thought back to her bright, beautiful, happy past. She longed for her deceased parents, and woke up crying at least twice a week from the same nightmare of the bombing and murder of her mother and father.

"They make me sick," Isabella continued to mutter as she stalked through the city to the grocery store, "I really wish Zero would just drop the A-bomb and destroy them all then be done with it. Then again...where's the fun in that?"

Isabella thought back to the speech her idol, Zero, had given the night before about bringing down the Brittinians and restoring Japan to her former glory. A proud smile spread across the teen's face as she watched and her respect, hope and faith in Zero strengthened with every word he had said.

"With enough strength and courage we'll be able to destroy Britannia and build a new nation; the United States of Japan!"

"United States of Japan," Isabella sighed and entered the grocery store, "United States of Japan."

Making her train of thought end, Isabella picked up a red basket and headed to the vegetable aisle.

"This woman is so freaking obsessed with carrots. What is she part rabbit?" the teenager mumbled and picked up three packs of the orange carrot sticks.

"HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ELEVEN?!" a loud, husky voice yelled from in front of Isabella.

Her face burned and she glared up to see a burly Britinian wrestle down a thin Japanese-American of about twenty one. The "Eleven" clenched a small box of rice crackers in his skinny arms and tried to fight the Britanian off of him.

"Do you honestly think you can steal from here? Give me a break! If you have no money then that's your fault you useless scum!" the burly man smirked and the other kept the package in his arms.

Isabella watched them and looked around to see no one stepping out to help. Thinking fast, Isabella stepped out from the aisle and crossed her arms.

"Where have you been?" she demanded, using her best acting skills had taught herself.

The Eleven and Britinan turned their eyes to her and she tapped her foot.

"You know, you disappear for a month then try and steal from a grocery store? All you had to do was just come back, sheesh, are you that thick or are you just not forgiving yourself about what happened between you and Ami?"

The Eleven stared at Isabella, open mouthed and was totally speechless.

"You know this scumbag, Eleven?" the other man asked and Isabella's face reddened at being called "Eleven".

"Yes, he's with me," she said and marched up to the open mouthed man, "let's go."

Isabella paid for the groceries and rice crackers then lead her companion out of the store and down the street.

"Hey!" he said as he jogged after her, "who are you?"

"My name is Isabella Liberata, how about you?"

"Scotty Young," was the reply and Isabella flashed him a smile.

"Were you trying to commit suicide or something? Stealing from Britianians is just screaming 'Kill Me Now!' you know," she scolded playfully and Scotty's lost, blue eyes blinked several times.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm not taking you anywhere, you're just following me."

"Didn't you want me to?"

"It's up to you. I'm just a servant in the Albern household. If you want to come with me then be my guest, or just go back to where you came from," Isabella said and Scotty's head swam.

This girl is so much younger than me...who is she? Why am I following her more importantly...and why did she stand up for me?

"Why did you help me back there? He could have figured out you were lying or you could have gotten in trouble," Scotty asked and Isabella smiled again.

"You know, I think I'm going to like you. You're funny," she said and Scotty sweat dropped.

"I'm asking you questions."

"I know and it's funny. Normal people would just smile and say thank you."

"Alright, fine, thank you very much Liberata-san. I greatly appreciate your help, now will you answer me?"

"Fine, I helped you because I felt bad for you. That huge moose looked like he was about to devour you whole," Isabella said and Scotty laughed.

"You know, you're comical too. I've never heard a young lady talk about someone like that before, a Britanian especially," he told her and Isabella rolled her eyes.

"Britanians all are stupid, power-hungry idiots. Zero will have them running into the ocean screaming for mercy in no time."

Scotty burst out laughing at her statement and she shrugged.

"Well, it's true."

"You're right and I do hope that happens. I take it you're on Zero's side of the whole matter then," Scotty was smiling again and ran his finger through his short, black, curly hair.

"You bet, Zero is the best. Okay, so he's an insane terrorist but he's awesome," Isabella said coolly and the two Elevens turned the corner.

"So where exactly are we going?"Scotty asked her.

"Just up this road and then--" Isabella was interrupted by an eruption of terrifyed screams and then an explosion.

"What the--?!" Scotty gasped and Isabella seized his hand before sprinting back down the road to shelter as a huge, black, smoke cloud rose above the city and debris flew every which way.

"OVER HERE!" Isabella screamed over the sirens, panicing people and the noise of buildings crashing down.

Scotty sprinted after her as the whipped into an alley, hoping they would be safe. Isabella panted as white debris crumbled from her ebony hair and she dug peices of brick and rock out of slightly cut hand and face.

"Ze--ro--holy shit..." Scotty panted and there was a cracking sound.

"Scotty--!" Isabella gasped as the building next to them seemed to cripple and crash down.

"Isa--!"

"NO SCOTTY!" Isabella reached her hand out and then a cloud of dust and rock blinded her as she felt someone grab her wrist.

Isabella felt herself being ripped from the destruction, still unable to see, and her legs burned from the running. Coughing, she followed who ever was trying to rescue her obiedently as they pulled her to a safe place away from the choas. She heard another crumbling sound above her and then the person's body pressing onto hers against a brick wall.

"Sco--tty--" she coughed up dust and white powder then caught her breath, "Scotty, are you alright?"

Isabella rubbed her eyes and opened them to see a violet face mask in front of her face. She froze as she noticed part of the helmet had been either broken or opened, revealing a soft, violet eye gazing at her.

"Z-Zero-how-Scotty--is he--?"

"He's fine," Zero said and the opening closed, shielding his eye from her.

His arms were on either side of her head and his body was pressed onto hers, protecting her from the crumbling building.

"Zero--I--thank you," Isabella managed to say and he pulled back from her.

"A girl like you shouldn't be out her in the middle of a battle, Isabella," he said sternly and Isabella stared at him.

"How--?!"

"Lucky guess," Zero interrupted before she could even finish and he turned around to start walking away, "be more careful and don't do anything stupid while out in public. Scotty's back in the alley but he's okay."

"Uh--okay--"

"Good-bye, Isabella," Zero said to her and the disappeared into the debris, leaving Isabella so dazed, she had to sit down on the concrete for a few minutes before getting back up to go get Scotty.

Well, chapter two is finally posted. Haha. Review and tell me what you think! I've got two other stories going right now and I'm just switching between the three. XD Depends on what mood I'm in. hahaha. So, four reviews before next update would be amazing!! Thanks and see you soon!

~SilverNightRain08