Charmaine pinched the bridge of his nose the moment Seo had addressed Hachiyama, it wasn't that Charmaine was concerned with what either Seo or Hachiyama felt, nor did he care about the plan which Seo had made up. That Ryoichi had placed his hand on the young man's shoulder had almost become a tradition by now and there seemed to be little use in telling him that he was not allowed to place his hands on, what Charmaine considered. A higher ranking officer.

"Hmph. I'll win. Be sure of that." Charmaine snorted and crossed his arms.

[i]'This team winning or losing doesn't matter... The only victory I need is one where I defeat -him-. If we lose it's not because of them being strong... but of them being cowards.'[/i] He thought, his lips curling into a sign of disgust when he thought about the possibility of seeing a two against one from either side. This was the one chance he needed to face Naoki, he was going to take it and defeat him or the ghosts of his past would never vanish. 

[color=fff200][i]Flashback to three years ago...[/i][/color]

Three years ago, at the great tournament Naoki had been the one who wore a mask. Naoki had both been a national champion and a runner-up with Team Domino, Charmaine knew both of these things, as it was due to Naoki that he had begun to watch and build gunpla.

Having watched the tournaments and right before their last fight three years ago, Charmaine had just finished his first gunpla and wanted to show it off to the former national champion.

Whilst it had been a busy time for all contestants, Charmaine had nontheless pushed his way past the crowd of people to approach Naoki in order to have his gunpla-box autographed. At this time, Charmaine still had his legs. Yet when the moment had come, the young man's voice had vanished amidst the screams of the various fans gathered and his masked idol had to his knowledge ignored him. There had been bumpings in the crowd by many fans trying to get in closer to have a look and take pictures of the former champ. It was one of these bumps that knocked Charmaine's box out of his hands and unto the ground, crumpling it from some people coming into contact with it.

The young man had been devestated and had managed to recover the dropped box, yet it had been too damaged, even if the gunpla within had gotten away unscatched. Naoki was gone and so were his team. The sound had gradually faded out and he was no longer smiling, the crowds cheering and jumping. Yet amidst it all he stood quiet and silent. Charmaine had soon after left the crowd and the building, he didn't feel like watching the tournament anymore. He wanted nothing more than to go home, where he would stuff the gunpla box into a shelf and let it be forgotten.

The young man walked in the rain, having forgotten to bring with him an umbrella, he made his way towards the nearest substation. His gaze at the box he carried in both his hands. The street-signals were glowing red, like the eyes of a zaku before turning yellow. Yet he couldn't see them, he couldn't hear anything and then as they turned green. A sound came through. A loud horn, two lights glowing into his eyes and then darkness took him. Next thing he knew he woke up in a white room, laying in a bed, the crumpled box sat on a small table next to him. His body was aching, his mind was slightly dullened yet it didn't take him long to rip the blanket away that laid on top of him.

His legs. His legs were gone by the knee-cap. It took a few moments to realize and then sorrow, but it came to gradually fade and give way to a new feeling. Anger. Unspeakable anger. And such anger could only grow so far until it would need to be unleashed. He had allowed his eyes to fall upon the crumpled up gunpla box. 

[i]'It's all because of you. I... I'll make the greatest gunpla ever and defeat you. I'll defeat them all... I will make you acknowledge my existance!'[/i]


[color=fff200][i]The flashback faded away...[/i][/color]

"I will get back everything..." Charmaine gritted his teeth and set his Creusherazade gunpla down.

"Charmaine Creusherenada, Creusherazade exterminating the target!" He spoke up, his eyes narrowing, his gaze setting on Naoki on the other side before the scene came into view.

"Space? Damnable spacenoids!" He grunted to himself on hearing Seo praise Zeon, it made his stomach almost turn in disgust. 'I wanted to be earth federation....' There was a slight irritation, but it was soon overpowered by his desire to fight Naoki. Whilst Seo was reminding everyone about the plan and giving advice on how to easier manuever in space, his voice was gradually being faded out by Charmaine. There was excitement in the air. Fighting to be had and an enemy to defeat.

[i]'This is my reason for being here! This is my reason to live!  NAOKIIIIII!!!'[/i] His eyes flared open and he took off alongside Seo and Hachiyama.

While Seo no doubt had his own reasons to seek revenge on Naoki, it would have to wait or perhaps by taking Naoki down Seo would be pleased enough. One thing was clear however, if Seo would try to engage Naoki before him. He would have to shoot him down right there. Nothing was going to get inbetween him and his target. Not Seo. Not Hachiyama... and not the old guy! If it would not be for his belief of now being nearly divine on the battlefield, Charmaine would have looked over the recordings of his opponents, yet to him there was only one real threat as far as he knew. Naoki.