I hate writer's block. So in place of something more interesting, I'm going to wrap up the character past chapters today. No disclaimer needed. Enjoy.

Z's Past

"Zaria, it's time to come in," a woman with blue hair called. "Hurry now."

"Alright, mommy," a three year Z called back, running into the small house. "Is daddy home yet?"

"Not yet, sweetie. He should be here in just a little bit." Madeline Celest was currently in the house's kitchen, cooking dinner. She heard a car coming into the driveway. She looked out the kitchen window to see her red-headed husband, Clark Celest, get out of the small red car. "Zaria, your father's home now."

"DADDY," Z yelled, running to the door to greet him.

"There you are, my little princess," Clark said, laughing as he picked his daughter up to hug her. "So, did you do anything today special?"

"Mommy let me help cook lunch today."

"Oh, she did, did she? And what did you cook?"

"A grilled cheese." Z put on a huge smile, proud that she had been allowed to cook. "Maddie, I'm home."

"I know that. Who wouldn't know that, with your daughter yelling your name," Madeline said, walking in from the kitchen, smiling. "How was work?"

"It was great. You are looking at the new technical manager of the company," Clark said.

"Oh, honey that's great."

"Yeah it is. I got a huge raise, two lovely women in my life, and a house to live in. The only thing that I could make my life better is finding out that I won a hundred million zennies overnight."

***

10 years later…

"Why are you here," Clark asked.

"I am here on business matters," a man said, wearing blood red armor, a large sword on his back with one side of it serrated, a pistol on his hip, and two reddish orange spikes on his helmet. "Your company's president has asked that I provide you protection while you travel through the town."

"Mr. Andromeda, I can assure you, I ne-"

"It is a well known spot for marauders in that particular desert. Now then, we will need to discuss transportation first, as well as added protection for your family. If you feel that is necessary." Andromeda looked past him towards Z and Madeline.

"No, it isn't necessary. None of this is necessary."

"Mr. Celest, I will be coming with you. The only way you can convince me otherwise is to shoot me dead."

"Why don't I just shoot your legs instead?"

"When you have seen as much as I have and done what I have done, walking on broken legs is no problem."

Clark sighed, seeing that he wouldn't be able to win. "Alright. You'll be coming with me." He turned to his daughter and wife. "I'll be back in about a month's time. Call me whenever you get the chance, alright?"

"Of course, dad," Z said. "Just be sure that you do the same."

"I promise." He gave his wife and daughter a final hug, before turning to Andromeda. "Alright, let's get going.

***

"Mr. Andromeda, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know anything about advanced physics," Z asked, walking into the living room of their new house. After her father had returned, they had moved to a larger house. Andromeda had asked to stay as their official bodyguard.

Andromeda looked at her, already confused. "Sorry, but no. Not really. Ask me anything about military history and I can tell what strategy was used."

Z sighed. "That's ok. Sorry to bother you."

"Oh, it's no bother at all." Andromeda looked away from her. Normally, the man didn't show emotion very often, and even when he did, it was only in the presence of Z and her parents, whether individually or all at once. But to Z, he looked like he was trying to hide a guilt of some kind.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Andromeda?"

"No, dear child. Nothing's wrong."

"Well, if you're sure. Oh, mom says dinner will be ready in half an hour."

"Alright. Thank you." Thirty minutes later, Andromeda went downstairs to join the family.

"Andromeda," Clark said, looking at the man.

"Yes, Mr. Celest?"

"Please. Just Clark."

"Right. I apologize. Is there something on your mind, Clark?"

"Yes. I'm being sent on another business meeting tomorrow. I was wondering if I could get you to come along with me."

"Of, sir. You know I will always go where you need me."

"Thank you, Andromeda. Also," Clark turned to Z, "you mother will be coming as well. Which means that you get the house to yourself."

The next morning, Z stood on the porch, waving to her parents and Andromeda. "Bye. Have a safe trip," Z called.

Later that night, she was flipping through channels on the TV after making herself some dinner. She stopped at the news channel, a caption catching her eye. The newscaster, a young woman, was currently reading off the paper. "Mr. Clark and Mrs. Madeline Celest were found today, murdered. Officials have not released full details, but it is apparent that they were stabbed. This man," a picture of Andromeda showed on the screen, "was seen fleeing the scene, a large sword on his back soaked in blood. If you see this man, contact officials and stay away from him. Officials have classified him as armed and dangerous."

"No," Z said, her hands to her mouth. "No, Mr. Andromeda wouldn't. Why would he? No, he couldn't have done it." But the evidence suggested otherwise. "I can't believe he did that."

***

Two weeks later…

"Hi," a purple EM being said, floating over to Z, who was sitting on her house's porch.

"Hmmm. Oh, hi," Z said. "Can I help you?"

"Maybe. I just sensed a person with a wave frequency matching mine. I was wondering if…wait a second. You're the person I sensed?"

"I guess. I'm Zaria."

"I'm Jen. So, something wrong?"

"Guess you could say that. But how could you match with me? The way I'm feeling right now…"

"Agony and grief, right? Yeah, I know how you feel. I just lost my parents two weeks ago."

"Weird. I lost mine two weeks ago as well. But it was to a man who I had thought was supposed to protect us."

"Same here. What was his name?"

"Andromeda."

"…Red armor, huge sword?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Cause…that's who killed my parents."

***

Z woke up, feeling a cold sweat. She looked around to make sure that nothing was missing from her room, as well as making sure she was still alive. She groaned, flopping backwards onto the bed.

Well, that wraps up Z's past. No need to do Jen's, since it's actually the same. Might as well tell you that the person who Z's parents were going to meet were actually Jen's parents. Please Review.