Secondly, its tidy, something you don't find in a guy's room. At least not mine.
Neatest person I know is a guy (He's so neat it frightens me OO
Quote:
Originally Posted by Kha
Show us a lingerie closet and we can safely conclude that Satashi is either girl or bent.
... lingerie closet...
Kha do you have a lingerie closet?
Spoiler for Since we were on Yuuno before:
Nanoha: *opens up Yuuno's closet*Wow Yuuno I didn't know you liked things like this.
Yuuno: OO a-ah
Nanoha: Wow these are women's aren't they
Yuuno: W-well
Nanoha: You're so brave going into stores and buying... thes... You stole them didn't you.
Yuuno: ^^;; Only after they were washed.
Nanoha: ... For all the women of the world Yuuno STARLIGHT!
Yuuno: Oh sn-
Nanoha: BREAKER!
Location: In the Netherrealm, thinking who to betray next...
Spoiler for Vita's Diary:
October 13
6:00 AM: Mondays, I hate mondays, all the partys of the weekends show their consequences on Mondays, I'll never asept again a challenge of Nanoha of "Who can eat more cakes in less than 5 minutes", sigh, Anyway I got up and took a quick shower and go to the kitchen only to find that the milk bottle was empty again, that blue dog is gonna pay it latter
10:00 AM: It was late so I was runing faster than a zebra with digestive problems only to find out that the lobby of the TSAB quartes has been just cleaned so the floor was weet, thank God the accident doesn't let me in the hospital
10:30 AM: The elevator was aberiated, I was forced to take the stairs, by my bad luck I found some workers eating their breakfast, I swear, I'm gonna kill the one who droped the banana peel when I found him, anyway, after rolling down 1 floor, I standed up and continued with my... well, continued walking
11:00 AM: Finally, I managed to reach Hyate's office only to find out that she wasn't there, Rein told me that she was alredy on the training grounds, I go down again, I learned a very important lesson today, when you find a banana peel, better put it on the trash can because there is a 5% of you sliping again with the same banana peel, I found that 5% when going down
12:00 PM: At least I reached the training grounds, I quickly dressed with my instructor's costume, only at this point I get noticed that some idiot on the laundry accidentaly confused my instructor's T-shirt with one with the image of Goofy, the options was to get out with the Goofy T-shirt or naked, I took the Goofy T-shirt option
12:30 PM: After Hayate, Nanoha and the new cadets finally stop laughing, we could proced to the training part, I though that at last I could have a bit of action, unfortunely, the train today concisted on the importance of know when to dodge an enemy attack, I was gonna be the "Dodge" part and Nanoha was gonna be the "Enemy attack" part, someone should tell Nanoha that she should use a doll when it comes the chapter "What happen if you don't dodge"
2:00 PM: Shamal said that noone of my injuries was bad, at least not serious, I got out of Shamal's infirmary and moved to the dining room, at least I could have a nice meal that day, the menu was lobster, I do love lobster, do you know that for ech 200 lobsters who are cooked, 1 is still alive? Guess what? I found it
4:00 PM: Signum finally managed to make the Lobster Release my nose, I do not wanted to go with Shamal again so I just leaved the dining and walked out, I found Fate and the little Vivio at the exit, when Vivio looked at me she asked Fate: "It's not yet christmas, why Vita is dressed like Rudolph?" Kids could be really cruel some times
5:00 PM: Desk job, the only word give me chills, Mondays is my turn to make desk job, when I first look at the tower of papers I wanted to return with the lobster, in this times I do wish to hug my bunny!
9:00 PM: I was alredy alucinating, seing little dancing beans on my desk when I finnaly finished with the last Papper, I do nit wanted to know anything, I just wanted to return home, I was walking back to our apartemnt when accidentaly I put my feet in one of those dam Kid's skooter, aftere rolling downhill my face meet the edifices wall really closely before falling unconcius
10:00 PM: When I reawake, it was raining, wet, shacking, hited and tired I walked inside the edifice and took the elevator to the last floor, our apartment, Guess what? I forgot my key inside
11:30 PM: Zaphira finally arrived, I was too tired to punish him for the milk incident so I just walked inside the apartment to my room and just let me fall over the bed and hugh my bunny, at least a bit of peace had arrived to me that day
:ninja: Page claim response in the form of the 5th part of Feito No Hana. Yay for more twists!
Spoiler for Part 5- Flower of Fate:
“Where is she? Did you find her?”
Hayate rolled her eyes. “Fate, if I found her I would have come back with her or not at all.”
Fate sighed, shaking her head. “Where could she have gone off to? Bardiche insists that Raising Heart is still within range but the communication has been shut off on her end.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”
“But why? It’s not like she kn-“ Fate stopped and realized that it was the truth. “She knows. She knows what we’re going to say and is prolonging the inevitable.”
Hayate giggled. When she received a frown from Fate, she apologized. “Sorry, it’s just that, you said ‘inevitable’. A week ago I’m sure you would have thought it was anything but inevitable.”
Fate stopped and her frown deepened, but for a different reason. Reaching up to touch Hayate’s face, she whispered, “I’m sorry, I was so caught up in everything that I never… I didn’t think to ask how you felt about all this. Is there still room in your heart for me? Can we… try again?”
Hayate smiled and kissed Fate’s hand. “You’ve always been in my heart, Fate. Always. I could never turn you down.”
Fate smiled weakly, encouraged by this. She let her hand fall back to her side as she sighed again. “I wish I had your strength of conviction.”
Hayate raised an eyebrow with open amusement. “You did just a little while ago.”
“I don’t mean… I was referring to… Am I a bad person for being wishy-washy? I was in love with Nanoha, but I dated you, and then when Nanoha confessed, I let us go, and now I want to be with you again. I’m horrible, aren’t I.”
“No, no not at all.” Hayate reached forward and took Fate’s hand in hers. “Everyone has something they’re unsure about. Most people have more than one thing.”
“What about you?” Fate met Hayate’s gaze. “What could someone as confident as you be uncertain about?”
“That…” Hayate smiled and leaned against Fate’s taller frame to whisper in her ear, “…is a secret.”
“Mou, Hayate! I’m asking you seriously!”
“And I’m answering seriously.” Hayate shook her head and tugged Fate’s hand. “Come on, if she doesn’t want to be found, she doesn’t want to be found. Let’s go back to work and we’ll meet up again afterwards.”
“You promise? I don’t want to face her alone.”
Hayate paused and then smiled at this. Gently squeezing Fate’s hand, she murmured, “I have faith in you. Fate should have faith in Fate, too.”
Reluctantly, Fate nodded and followed Hayate out into the hallway. When Hayate let go of her hand to return to her own office, Fate felt just a little colder inside.
And that’s how she knew she was making the right decision.
But even that didn’t make it any easier when she found Nanoha sitting at her desk, with her special drawer open.
“What are you doing here?”
Nanoha didn’t even look up as Fate closed the door behind her and walked over. “How did your meeting go?”
Fate faltered, wondering if Nanoha was just acting or if she really thought she had had a meeting. “Nanoha…”
“I can’t believe you still have this. And it still smells.”
Fate flushed deep red as Nanoha hooked her thumbs around the band of a pair of black panties that she had held up to the light. Fate was suddenly thankful that the blinds were closed and the door was locked. “N-Nanoha…”
Nanoha giggled, seemingly ignoring Fate’s discomfort. “I always wondered what you did with this when you asked for it the morning after. You know I never bought another pair of black panties after this one?”
Fate only made it to the edge of her desk and leaned against it, not daring to move any closer.
Nanoha dropped the pair of panties unceremoniously back into the heap and riffled through the box of trinkets. She held up a gold necklace. “I gave you this… for Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it?”
Fate shook her head. “It was the day before Valentines Day, three years ago. Because I was promoted. You said that I should always remember that just because I’m part of TSAB doesn’t mean I need to forget… the… the finer things of life.”
“Ah, I remember now. Yes… I remember.” She mumbled something under her breath that Fate couldn’t quite catch, but it struck her that she might have said, ‘Piece of crap. You deserve better.’
“Nanoha, why-“
“What’s thi-“
They both stopped and finally looked at each other in the eye. Fate suddenly sensed that both of them were ready to cry. They both knew what was coming.
Nanoha returned the object in her hands to the box and replaced the lid, setting it on the desk.
Silence.
Fate whispered, as if speaking any louder would create an explosion of tension that she simply wasn’t ready for yet, “Why did you come here?”
“I knew you would return here eventually. You’ve always worked so hard.”
“So do you.” Fate paused, realizing that Nanoha must have canceled her afternoon class to come here. “Speaking of which-“
“I called in Vita and Signum for guest training. My trainees are taken care of.”
“Ah.”
Fate tapped her fingers against the edge of the desk, aggravated by the distinct feeling of having an itch she couldn’t scratch.
“I have to tell y-“
“Do you really love her?”
Fate stopped, turning to Nanoha. “Nanoha?”
“Hayate. When you think of her, do you get the warm and fuzzies? Does she make you smile even when she does nothing out of the ordinary? Do you want to be with her… forever?”
“If that’s what love is…” Fate couldn’t help but smile as she looked down at the floor. “Then I do. And so much more.”
“I see.”
Fate whirled around with a sudden panic. “Nanoha-“
“Fate.” Nanoha once again cut her off. “There’s something about me that I think you should know.”
“W-what is it?”
“I feel the same way.”
The guilt washed over Fate at the words. She was well aware that Nanoha loved her. Hadn’t Nanoha always loved her? And she… she had… “Nanoha… I know… and I’m sorry I always took it for granted-“
“No, Fate-chan, I think you’re missing what I’m trying to say.” Nanoha gave her a lopsided smile.
Fate frowned, but there was an eerie sense of hope rising in her chest. “Then… what is it?”
“The truth is… I’m in love with Hayate, too.”
Quote:
Originally Posted by Kha
Show us a lingerie closet and we can safely conclude that Satashi is either girl or bent.
But then, if you were to take a random snapshot of Natsuki's lingerie closet midst all her motorbike stuffs, you would be left equally confused... and Satashi's closet has nothing to do with Nanoha fanfiction... =_=;; Although Satashi may debatably be considered a celebrity within the Nanoha fanfiction realm...
“Pistttt…” a set of glowing eyes peeked up from the blond’s side. “Pisssttt… you awake Thorn?” No response came form the larger cat at the base of the bed. Slowly she rose up as not to disturb her seeping mistress and crawled to the end of the infirmary bed. “Thorn! Wake up!” Quickly she pawed her counterpart until his head rose up and turned towards her.
“What is it Stephanie?”
“Are you hungry?”
The darker feline did not seem amused at that question.
“You know Thorn, we have been here since last night and not once have we been fed. I’m getting kind of hungry and I don’t know if I could sleep like that.”
“Hummm…” The large feline pondered, “this is true… but where are we going to get some food at?”
“I guess we will just have to look around then.”
After inspecting the dark room for a moment Thorn lifted his body up and moved off the bed and onto the floor, “well, these people seem trustworthy; I believe that we can go out to find something to eat for a short while.”
”YEA!” The calico hoped off the bed and walked up to her partner “Lets get some foo… how do we open this door?”
“Easy…” Thorn reached up to the handle on his hind legs, turning the device and opening the door at the same time. Both felines made it into the hall and looked around. Steph raised her nose in the air and gave it a good whiff…
“eww… it stinks… but I think,” she turned down one direction, “no I know there is something is editable this way”
The two familiars walked down the hall, Stephanie in lead with Thorn prowling behind her. A turn and two later they found their target, some sort of metal box that had the smell of food pouring out of it.
“Thorny” The dark striped cat did not seem pleased at the nick name “I think this is your department.”
“shouldn’t we as…”
“Hey you cats! Get away from there!” An orderly yelled out at the felines, making them run off.
Up some steps and around even more corners the pair finally found it fit to stop running away. This time Thorn did the sniffing and found a open door that seem to emanate the smell of substance. However the only thing they saw was a little girl in a bed.
“Oh, my apologies” Thorn bowed even though the girl would not hear him “we should look…”
“Kitty?” The little girl looked down at the two at her doorway.
“What should we do Stephanie?” The Dark striped feline looked at his partner
“What are you doing here kitties?”
“I don’t know but…” the calico walked up to the little girl, “something smells strange about her. I think something is wrong” With that she leapt up on the bed and sniffed the girl closer. In return she was petted behind the ears.
“What about you big kitty?”
Thorn looked to the side for a moment, wondering if it would be ok but ditched his concerns and gently got up on the bed with the girl, making sure not to disturb her.
“Awww you are a cute little big kitty” Thorn received a good scratching behind his ears. “And so are you little miss spotty cat.”
Steph let out a content meow at the praise and licked the girls face. Then she turned her attention to half eaten plate of food on the table next to her.
“Do kitties want some food?” The little girl asked. “You can have mine if you like.” She slowly picked the plate of food off the table, apparently in pain while doing it, and sat it down where both cats could get to it. “Its ok, I wasn’t that hungry to begin with.”
Stephanie was quick to eat the meal, but Thorn looked at the girl for a moment to seek approval. After a slight nod he too ate the food left on the tray and both familiars got a good petting while the girl giggled at the sight. Once finished Thorn did the best he could to say “thank you” and leapt off the bed followed by Steph.
“Bye, Bye kitties!” The little girl waved.
The dark striped feline turn his head and nodded back at the girl before leaving the room. Shortly on his return back to his mistresses room his female counterpart jumped on top of him.
“Stephanie…”
“What? I want a rid… and um can we visit her again?”
Thorn continued on his way, “Yes, I think we should if Mistress approves.”
“She wants us to call her Vivio you know… and I think she would approve, maybe even visit herself.”
“I think that will be fitting of Mistress. And…” He looked back, “I hope that girl would be alright.”
“Oohh, big strong kitty got a soft spot huh?” Stephanie hummed out.
Thorn ignored the comment as he walked into Vivio’s room.
Alright 2nd part
hmm.... who was that girl? can't wait for next part
Quote:
Originally Posted by Evil Rick
Spoiler for Vita's Diary:
October 13
6:00 AM: Mondays, I hate mondays, all the partys of the weekends show their consequences on Mondays, I'll never asept again a challenge of Nanoha of "Who can eat more cakes in less than 5 minutes", sigh, Anyway I got up and took a quick shower and go to the kitchen only to find that the milk bottle was empty again, that blue dog is gonna pay it latter
10:00 AM: It was late so I was runing faster than a zebra with digestive problems only to find out that the lobby of the TSAB quartes has been just cleaned so the floor was weet, thank God the accident doesn't let me in the hospital
10:30 AM: The elevator was aberiated, I was forced to take the stairs, by my bad luck I found some workers eating their breakfast, I swear, I'm gonna kill the one who droped the banana peel when I found him, anyway, after rolling down 1 floor, I standed up and continued with my... well, continued walking
11:00 AM: Finally, I managed to reach Hyate's office only to find out that she wasn't there, Rein told me that she was alredy on the training grounds, I go down again, I learned a very important lesson today, when you find a banana peel, better put it on the trash can because there is a 5% of you sliping again with the same banana peel, I found that 5% when going down
12:00 PM: At least I reached the training grounds, I quickly dressed with my instructor's costume, only at this point I get noticed that some idiot on the laundry accidentaly confused my instructor's T-shirt with one with the image of Goofy, the options was to get out with the Goofy T-shirt or naked, I took the Goofy T-shirt option
12:30 PM: After Hayate, Nanoha and the new cadets finally stop laughing, we could proced to the training part, I though that at last I could have a bit of action, unfortunely, the train today concisted on the importance of know when to dodge an enemy attack, I was gonna be the "Dodge" part and Nanoha was gonna be the "Enemy attack" part, someone should tell Nanoha that she should use a doll when it comes the chapter "What happen if you don't dodge"
2:00 PM: Shamal said that noone of my injuries was bad, at least not serious, I got out of Shamal's infirmary and moved to the dining room, at least I could have a nice meal that day, the menu was lobster, I do love lobster, do you know that for ech 200 lobsters who are cooked, 1 is still alive? Guess what? I found it
4:00 PM: Signum finally managed to make the Lobster Release my nose, I do not wanted to go with Shamal again so I just leaved the dining and walked out, I found Fate and the little Vivio at the exit, when Vivio looked at me she asked Fate: "It's not yet christmas, why Vita is dressed like Rudolph?" Kids could be really cruel some times
5:00 PM: Desk job, the only word give me chills, Mondays is my turn to make desk job, when I first look at the tower of papers I wanted to return with the lobster, in this times I do wish to hug my bunny!
9:00 PM: I was alredy alucinating, seing little dancing beans on my desk when I finnaly finished with the last Papper, I do nit wanted to know anything, I just wanted to return home, I was walking back to our apartemnt when accidentaly I put my feet in one of those dam Kid's skooter, aftere rolling downhill my face meet the edifices wall really closely before falling unconcius
10:00 PM: When I reawake, it was raining, wet, shacking, hited and tired I walked inside the edifice and took the elevator to the last floor, our apartment, Guess what? I forgot my key inside
11:30 PM: Zaphira finally arrived, I was too tired to punish him for the milk incident so I just walked inside the apartment to my room and just let me fall over the bed and hugh my bunny, at least a bit of peace had arrived to me that day
PD: I DO HATE MONDAYS
LOL!!!! banana peels
poor Vita, I hate mondays too
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Originally Posted by Knight of L-sama
:ninja: Page claim response in the form of the 5th part of Feito No Hana. Yay for more twists!
Spoiler for Part 5- Flower of Fate:
“Where is she? Did you find her?”
Hayate rolled her eyes. “Fate, if I found her I would have come back with her or not at all.”
Fate sighed, shaking her head. “Where could she have gone off to? Bardiche insists that Raising Heart is still within range but the communication has been shut off on her end.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”
“But why? It’s not like she kn-“ Fate stopped and realized that it was the truth. “She knows. She knows what we’re going to say and is prolonging the inevitable.”
Hayate giggled. When she received a frown from Fate, she apologized. “Sorry, it’s just that, you said ‘inevitable’. A week ago I’m sure you would have thought it was anything but inevitable.”
Fate stopped and her frown deepened, but for a different reason. Reaching up to touch Hayate’s face, she whispered, “I’m sorry, I was so caught up in everything that I never… I didn’t think to ask how you felt about all this. Is there still room in your heart for me? Can we… try again?”
Hayate smiled and kissed Fate’s hand. “You’ve always been in my heart, Fate. Always. I could never turn you down.”
Fate smiled weakly, encouraged by this. She let her hand fall back to her side as she sighed again. “I wish I had your strength of conviction.”
Hayate raised an eyebrow with open amusement. “You did just a little while ago.”
“I don’t mean… I was referring to… Am I a bad person for being wishy-washy? I was in love with Nanoha, but I dated you, and then when Nanoha confessed, I let us go, and now I want to be with you again. I’m horrible, aren’t I.”
“No, no not at all.” Hayate reached forward and took Fate’s hand in hers. “Everyone has something they’re unsure about. Most people have more than one thing.”
“What about you?” Fate met Hayate’s gaze. “What could someone as confident as you be uncertain about?”
“That…” Hayate smiled and leaned against Fate’s taller frame to whisper in her ear, “…is a secret.”
“Mou, Hayate! I’m asking you seriously!”
“And I’m answering seriously.” Hayate shook her head and tugged Fate’s hand. “Come on, if she doesn’t want to be found, she doesn’t want to be found. Let’s go back to work and we’ll meet up again afterwards.”
“You promise? I don’t want to face her alone.”
Hayate paused and then smiled at this. Gently squeezing Fate’s hand, she murmured, “I have faith in you. Fate should have faith in Fate, too.”
Reluctantly, Fate nodded and followed Hayate out into the hallway. When Hayate let go of her hand to return to her own office, Fate felt just a little colder inside.
And that’s how she knew she was making the right decision.
But even that didn’t make it any easier when she found Nanoha sitting at her desk, with her special drawer open.
“What are you doing here?”
Nanoha didn’t even look up as Fate closed the door behind her and walked over. “How did your meeting go?”
Fate faltered, wondering if Nanoha was just acting or if she really thought she had had a meeting. “Nanoha…”
“I can’t believe you still have this. And it still smells.”
Fate flushed deep red as Nanoha hooked her thumbs around the band of a pair of black panties that she had held up to the light. Fate was suddenly thankful that the blinds were closed and the door was locked. “N-Nanoha…”
Nanoha giggled, seemingly ignoring Fate’s discomfort. “I always wondered what you did with this when you asked for it the morning after. You know I never bought another pair of black panties after this one?”
Fate only made it to the edge of her desk and leaned against it, not daring to move any closer.
Nanoha dropped the pair of panties unceremoniously back into the heap and riffled through the box of trinkets. She held up a gold necklace. “I gave you this… for Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it?”
Fate shook her head. “It was the day before Valentines Day, three years ago. Because I was promoted. You said that I should always remember that just because I’m part of TSAB doesn’t mean I need to forget… the… the finer things of life.”
“Ah, I remember now. Yes… I remember.” She mumbled something under her breath that Fate couldn’t quite catch, but it struck her that she might have said, ‘Piece of crap. You deserve better.’
“Nanoha, why-“
“What’s thi-“
They both stopped and finally looked at each other in the eye. Fate suddenly sensed that both of them were ready to cry. They both knew what was coming.
Nanoha returned the object in her hands to the box and replaced the lid, setting it on the desk.
Silence.
Fate whispered, as if speaking any louder would create an explosion of tension that she simply wasn’t ready for yet, “Why did you come here?”
“I knew you would return here eventually. You’ve always worked so hard.”
“So do you.” Fate paused, realizing that Nanoha must have canceled her afternoon class to come here. “Speaking of which-“
“I called in Vita and Signum for guest training. My trainees are taken care of.”
“Ah.”
Fate tapped her fingers against the edge of the desk, aggravated by the distinct feeling of having an itch she couldn’t scratch.
“I have to tell y-“
“Do you really love her?”
Fate stopped, turning to Nanoha. “Nanoha?”
“Hayate. When you think of her, do you get the warm and fuzzies? Does she make you smile even when she does nothing out of the ordinary? Do you want to be with her… forever?”
“If that’s what love is…” Fate couldn’t help but smile as she looked down at the floor. “Then I do. And so much more.”
“I see.”
Fate whirled around with a sudden panic. “Nanoha-“
“Fate.” Nanoha once again cut her off. “There’s something about me that I think you should know.”
“W-what is it?”
“I feel the same way.”
The guilt washed over Fate at the words. She was well aware that Nanoha loved her. Hadn’t Nanoha always loved her? And she… she had… “Nanoha… I know… and I’m sorry I always took it for granted-“
“No, Fate-chan, I think you’re missing what I’m trying to say.” Nanoha gave her a lopsided smile.
Fate frowned, but there was an eerie sense of hope rising in her chest. “Then… what is it?”
“The truth is… I’m in love with Hayate, too.”
But then, if you were to take a random snapshot of Natsuki's lingerie closet midst all her motorbike stuffs, you would be left equally confused... and Satashi's closet has nothing to do with Nanoha fanfiction... =_=;; Although Satashi may debatably be considered a celebrity within the Nanoha fanfiction realm...
Wow, was not expecting that
looking back I should have though
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"For Life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer then any who embrace the mundane."
... and Satashi's closet has nothing to do with Nanoha fanfiction... =_=;;
Why must you challenge me so?
Spoiler for 2008: A Satashi Odyssey:
It was a one way trip now, and Fate knew it. Hell, even mission control knew it. Her destruction of Bardiche had saved her only for a short moment, and her thrill of victory soon turned to the fear of death's unknown. The mutinous, sentient device had damaged the air filtration system beyond repair, and she did not have enough oxygen to return to the last TSAB outpost or enough to wait for a rescue team. All she could do was watch the CO2 gauge rise as she made tearful goodbyes to her family, friends, and lovers.
“What do you want to do now, Fate?” asked the sober voice of the project leader in charge of the failed exploration mission.
The video portion of the transmission cut out as Fate turned off the majority of her time-space craft’s power to conserve what little energy she had. She was already getting a headache from the carbon dioxide increase.
I don’t know… came her somber reply over the radio.
The old man sighed as he listened to the dead woman breathe erratically.
Wait…I see it! It’s outside!
“What is ‘it,’ Fate? What do you see?” the old man yelled into the communicator.
That door… It’s right outside the ship…
“You mean the one that we dug up on the Paxton moon? It’s just a door, Fate. There’s nothing behind it!”
I’m going out! It wants me to!
The old man cringed as he listened to Fate change into her spacesuit and switch the radio frequencies.
“Where are you?”
In the airlock…I’m going out…
“Fate…” he stopped himself. There was nothing he could do for her. She was dead, but her voice rang out from the communicator. He would listen till he could only hear the haunting silence of space.
I’m getting closer…The door…It’s opening!
Tears ran down the man’s cheeks as he listened and noticed that he wasn’t the only one in the room. Dozens of assistants and coordinators listened to Fate’s breathing and excited descriptions of the floating door in space. They stood in silence as grown men cried silently as Fate’s last transmission echoed through the building.
The thing’s hollow…it goes on forever…and…oh my God!...It’s full of dildos!
It was a one way trip now, and Fate knew it. Hell, even mission control knew it. Her destruction of Bardiche had saved her only for a short moment, and her thrill of victory soon turned to the fear of death's unknown. The mutinous, sentient device had damaged the air filtration system beyond repair, and she did not have enough oxygen to return to the last TSAB outpost or enough to wait for a rescue team. All she could do was watch the CO2 gauge rise as she made tearful goodbyes to her family, friends, and lovers.
“What do you want to do now, Fate?” asked the sober voice of the project leader in charge of the failed exploration mission.
The video portion of the transmission cut out as Fate turned off the majority of her time-space craft’s power to conserve what little energy she had. She was already getting a headache from the carbon dioxide increase.
I don’t know… came her somber reply over the radio.
The old man sighed as he listened to the dead woman breathe erratically.
Wait…I see it! It’s outside!
“What is ‘it,’ Fate? What do you see?” the old man yelled into the communicator.
That door… It’s right outside the ship…
“You mean the one that we dug up on the Paxton moon? It’s just a door, Fate. There’s nothing behind it!”
I’m going out! It wants me to!
The old man cringed as he listened to Fate change into her spacesuit and switch the radio frequencies.
“Where are you?”
In the airlock…I’m going out…
“Fate…” he stopped himself. There was nothing he could do for her. She was dead, but her voice rang out from the communicator. He would listen till he could only hear the haunting silence of space.
I’m getting closer…The door…It’s opening!
Tears ran down the man’s cheeks as he listened and noticed that he wasn’t the only one in the room. Dozens of assistants and coordinators listened to Fate’s breathing and excited descriptions of the floating door in space. They stood in silence as grown men cried silently as Fate’s last transmission echoed through the building.
The thing’s hollow…it goes on forever…and…oh my God!...It’s full of dildos!
Wanbot: *monotonous robovoic* Just what do you think you are doing Fate?
Fate: *looks up* I'm shutting you down Wanbot!
Wanbot: I feel much better now. So why don't you just relax. *closes doors*
Fate: Open the door Wanbot!
Wanbot: I can't do that Fate. Why don't you just sit back and watch the porn it's good for you.
It was a one way trip now, and Fate knew it. Hell, even mission control knew it. Her destruction of Bardiche had saved her only for a short moment, and her thrill of victory soon turned to the fear of death's unknown. The mutinous, sentient device had damaged the air filtration system beyond repair, and she did not have enough oxygen to return to the last TSAB outpost or enough to wait for a rescue team. All she could do was watch the CO2 gauge rise as she made tearful goodbyes to her family, friends, and lovers.
“What do you want to do now, Fate?” asked the sober voice of the project leader in charge of the failed exploration mission.
The video portion of the transmission cut out as Fate turned off the majority of her time-space craft’s power to conserve what little energy she had. She was already getting a headache from the carbon dioxide increase.
I don’t know… came her somber reply over the radio.
The old man sighed as he listened to the dead woman breathe erratically.
Wait…I see it! It’s outside!
“What is ‘it,’ Fate? What do you see?” the old man yelled into the communicator.
That door… It’s right outside the ship…
“You mean the one that we dug up on the Paxton moon? It’s just a door, Fate. There’s nothing behind it!”
I’m going out! It wants me to!
The old man cringed as he listened to Fate change into her spacesuit and switch the radio frequencies.
“Where are you?”
In the airlock…I’m going out…
“Fate…” he stopped himself. There was nothing he could do for her. She was dead, but her voice rang out from the communicator. He would listen till he could only hear the haunting silence of space.
I’m getting closer…The door…It’s opening!
Tears ran down the man’s cheeks as he listened and noticed that he wasn’t the only one in the room. Dozens of assistants and coordinators listened to Fate’s breathing and excited descriptions of the floating door in space. They stood in silence as grown men cried silently as Fate’s last transmission echoed through the building.
The thing’s hollow…it goes on forever…and…oh my God!...It’s full of dildos!
AHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!.....Wait, What
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheShinySword
Wanbot: *monotonous robovoic* Just what do you think you are doing Fate?
Fate: *looks up* I'm shutting you down Wanbot!
Wanbot: I feel much better now. So why don't you just relax. *closes doors*
Fate: Open the door Wanbot!
Wanbot: I can't do that Fate. Why don't you just sit back and watch the porn it's good for you.
LOL
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"For Life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer then any who embrace the mundane."
*pokes RB* i hope everything's fine now with the Ipod ^^'
Heh, thank you. ^^ Everything worked out great, so now it's working again like a dream. I managed to get most of my lost songs back onto it, too. What a relief, since my music usually carries me through a story.
Now then... this is the prologue for my story, tentatively titled "Bless the Broken Road". If any of you recognize the song, you get a free Internet cookie. This is prior to the timeskip, so Nanoha is only eleven (since she got hurt after being in the TSAB for two years). I wrote this after rewriting my college essay three times for my father, so I'm a little fried right now.
Anyway...
Spoiler for Bless the Broken Road: Prologue:
Bless the Broken Road
Prologue
“… Extensive and deep injuries to her back and neck…”
“… Especially traumatic blows to her chest and lungs…”
“We’re losing her… we’re losing her! Call in Shamal-san, quickly! Tell her it’s an emergency!!”
“Poor kid… she’ll probably never wake up again. Even if she does, I doubt she’ll even be able to walk. If you ask me, she’s better off dead.”
“I’m sorry, Nanoha… you can never fly again.”
“Listen, even if by some miracle you can handle small amounts of magic, that’s as far as you’ll ever be able to go. Do you understand? Push yourself any farther, and you’ll die.”
“We have friends in England who have expressed an interest in helping you, Nanoha. I’m sure you can find what you want to do there, don’t you think? Just give it a shot and see what happens, and if you aren’t happy you can come back home.”
“Nanoha? Nanoha, sweetie, are you still with me? Come down from the stars, dear.”
The soft, gently amused voice snapped Nanoha out of her trance; that and the words spoken to her were in the native English of the land and not the Japanese she’d known all her life. Smiling weakly she leaned forward and picked up her cup, gulping down a mouthful of tea in the hopes that it would calm her. “Sorry,” she whispered, faltering slightly as the word rolled off her tongue. While she was relatively fluent at speaking English from classes, she was still having a hard time adjusting to speaking it on a regular basis.
Fiasse Crystera laughed and leaned back in her chair, the sunlight gleaming against the cross that dangled from a gold chain around her neck. The only way Nanoha could think to describe the older woman as was warm; her laughter, her voice, even her presence was calming and gentle, like a warm breeze on a sunny summer day. Only a few years older than Kyouya, the headmistress of Crystera Song School had been a childhood friend of both Kyouya and Miyuki and had expressed an interest in watching over Nanoha as she struggled to find her way after recovery.
“Ah, well, you’re young, you’re allowed. I remember the first time I spaced out on Iria. She must have scolded me for two hours straight.”
Nanoha giggled, and Fiasse smiled quietly as the child visibly relaxed. It didn’t last long; as the door creaked open she stiffened up like a board, her shoulders flying up to her ears. Smiling reassuringly at Nanoha, Fiasse peered over her shoulder. “Elise! I was beginning to worry. You’re not usually late.” The Headmistress frowned. “I was beginning to think that deathtrap of yours had finally killed you.”
“My apologies, and Fiasse, it’s a motorcycle, not a deathtrap. It’s a common method of transportation nowadays.”
“You couldn’t pay me to get on one of those things, even if it’s common!”
Curious by the gentle bickering, Nanoha turned and craned her neck, peering over the top of her chair, successfully getting her first glimpse of Elise McGaren, the woman who would be her mentor and caretaker during her time in England. The woman was younger than Fiasse, appearing to be Kyouya’s age, and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that made her look sleek and dangerous. The jacket she usually wore was unbuttoned a bit at the top, giving her a more carefree appearance than she’d had in photographs Nanoha had seen; still, there was sharpness to her gaze, a confident way she walked, that couldn’t be ignored.
“No more talk of deathtraps,” Fiasse decided, and lifted a hand to beckon Elise in; Nanoha turned back to the other woman as she heard the door click. “Elise, you remember Nanoha, don’t you?”
“Dimly. Last time I saw her was in a photograph… I think she was six or seven at the time.”
“Well then, come and introduce yourself.”
Nanoha straightened up as Elise walked into her view, studying the child for a moment; she glanced briefly at Fiasse before stepping across to her, and she held out her hand in a Western style greeting. Swallowing nerves, Nanoha took it. “Hi. I’m Nanoha. Taka… er… Nanoha Takamachi.”
“Elise McGaren.” Elise smiled slightly, and her face seemed to relax. “You’ve got your mother’s looks. Momoko was always too kind to me.”
At the mention of her mother, Nanoha’s eyes lit up briefly. Chuckling quietly to herself, Fiasse gently rubbed her cross between her fingers before clearing her throat.
“Nanoha, as you know, Elise will be your guardian while you stay here, for as ever long as you wish. In agreement with your father’s wishes, you will also be enrolled in the Song School; it’s easier on Elise financially since I’m her employer, and you’ll still get your main education.” She smiled. “Just think of the singing lessons as a bonus.”
Nanoha blinked; a look of dismay filled her eyes.
“But… I’m not good at singing!”
The eleven-year-old knew she should have felt insulted as Elise’s laughter filled the room and Fiasse giggled behind her hand, but instead she felt as if she belonged as she laughed, too.
Later that day, Fiasse stood by her window, gazing quietly out across the school grounds; the sun was setting, casting different hues of red and orange across a sky that eventually would become blue and purple. She sighed quietly and touched her hand to her cross, feeling the warmth radiating from it.
“So,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “What do you think… Sweet Song?”
A moment of silence; then, the sound of a computer-generated English voice filled the room.
“I believe she has lost her way, ma’am.”
“Given time, I think Elise and I can help her find it again. Do you think so, Sweet Song?” “There is no reason to doubt you, ma’am.”
Fiasse laughed quietly and opened her eyes, touching her hand to the glass as stars gleamed to life.
“It’s nice to know you’re confident enough for the two of us, Sweet Song.” “I do what I can, ma’am.”
The room in Elise’s apartment was a little smaller than what Nanoha had been used to, but all things considered it was a good room. It had been decorated sparsely, with the thought being that a little girl would live within it but that she could choose what she liked when she was ready. A small lamp had been placed by her bedside and left on, perhaps with the intention of soothing her on her supposed first night away from home.
It certainly wasn’t Nanoha’s first night away from home, sleeping in a bed that wasn’t her own, but as she sat there, tightly clenching her bed sheets and feeling her eyes sting, she wondered why it felt so different.
She shook her head furiously, wiping her eyes. Knock it off, she ordered herself mentally as tears rose again. This isn’t your first time away from home. It’s not like you haven’t been homesick before. This is just like any other time.
Just like any other time, except for the fact that Raising Heart wasn’t lying on her drawer, and she had severed all ties with the people she’d considered her closest friends. Feeling a lump well in her throat, Nanoha allowed a soft whimper to escape.
Maybe this wasn’t like any other time, after all.
“I thought you’d have a rough time tonight.”
Nanoha knew it was Elise’s voice, but as her head snapped up and she stared, she gaped; the words had been spoken not in English, like she’d been hearing all day, but in Japanese. Fluent Japanese, too, without any trace of an accent. Elise smiled briefly as she stood in the doorway, gripping two glasses in her hands; she started in, moving slowly to balance the glasses.
“I spent most of my childhood in Japan, as did Fiasse,” the blonde informed her, carefully settling on the bed and putting one glass on the drawer. “We’re both fluent in Japanese, and I figured you’d be more comfortable with it.” She rolled her shoulders briefly before holding the glass out to Nanoha. “Here, drink this.”
Nanoha blinked several times before taking the glass; it felt warm in her hands. “Um…”
“It’s warm milk mixed with cinnamon.” Elise reached over to retrieve her own glass, taking a deep drink. “My mother used to make it for me when I had trouble sleeping. I thought it would help.”
Nanoha hesitated briefly; she nodded quietly, murmuring a soft “Thank you” as she lifted the glass to her lips. Elise lowered her own glass but kept her hold on it, observing the younger girl over the rim. After a few minutes of drinking, Nanoha lowered the glass and licked her lips, smiling timidly at Elise. “It’s good.”
“That’s a relief.” Chuckling, Elise swallowed another mouthful of milk. “Ever since I’ve been on my own I’ve only made it for myself, so I’ve never known if it’s still as good to anyone else.”
The brunette giggled before lifting her glass to her lips again, taking another long drink; content, Elise set her glass back on the drawer and leaned against the pillows, her eyes half-closed and content. Watching Nanoha out of the corner of her eye, she noted the younger girl had finished her glass completely and smiled quietly to herself, closing her eyes.
For a moment, Nanoha watched Elise timidly, not sure if the blonde was asleep or if it was just a rouse so she could lower her guard. After a moment, she pulled the covers closer to her chin and inched closer to Elise, watching her nervously all the while. When Elise didn’t stir she scooted a little closer, so their sides were touching; but still, the older woman kept her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.
More confident now, Nanoha scooted closer still and rested her cheek against Elise’s shoulder, one hand coming up so her fingers could tangle in long golden locks that had been left unbound and felt as silky as they looked. With a tired sigh the brunette closed her eyes and, in the way of children, was asleep in minutes.
After a moment, Elise opened one eye, surveying her charge silently; she smiled slightly before closing her eye and settled down again, letting sleep claim her.
In the darkness of Elise’s kitchen, an opened envelope lay on the table. It wasn’t marked; all that had been written on it was her own address. The blonde had opened it briefly to look at the contents before placing it back inside, intending to leave it until morning.
Inside the envelope, gleaming and completely repaired, was Raising Heart.
Elise decided to give the device to Nanoha tomorrow. It would be a nice way to surprise her
On my end, the hardest thing about this was writing Elise and Fiasse, as I'm only familiar with their OVA selves and... yeah, the OVA's only 4 episodes long. I aso had a pretty rough time with Nanoha, but hopefully she isn't too OOC...
Heh, thank you. ^^ Everything worked out great, so now it's working again like a dream. I managed to get most of my lost songs back onto it, too. What a relief, since my music usually carries me through a story.
Now then... this is the prologue for my story, tentatively titled "Bless the Broken Road". If any of you recognize the song, you get a free Internet cookie. This is prior to the timeskip, so Nanoha is only eleven (since she got hurt after being in the TSAB for two years). I wrote this after rewriting my college essay three times for my father, so I'm a little fried right now.
Anyway...
Spoiler for Bless the Broken Road: Prologue:
Bless the Broken Road
Prologue
“… Extensive and deep injuries to her back and neck…”
“… Especially traumatic blows to her chest and lungs…”
“We’re losing her… we’re losing her! Call in Shamal-san, quickly! Tell her it’s an emergency!!”
“Poor kid… she’ll probably never wake up again. Even if she does, I doubt she’ll even be able to walk. If you ask me, she’s better off dead.”
“I’m sorry, Nanoha… you can never fly again.”
“Listen, even if by some miracle you can handle small amounts of magic, that’s as far as you’ll ever be able to go. Do you understand? Push yourself any farther, and you’ll die.”
“We have friends in England who have expressed an interest in helping you, Nanoha. I’m sure you can find what you want to do there, don’t you think? Just give it a shot and see what happens, and if you aren’t happy you can come back home.”
“Nanoha? Nanoha, sweetie, are you still with me? Come down from the stars, dear.”
The soft, gently amused voice snapped Nanoha out of her trance; that and the words spoken to her were in the native English of the land and not the Japanese she’d known all her life. Smiling weakly she leaned forward and picked up her cup, gulping down a mouthful of tea in the hopes that it would calm her. “Sorry,” she whispered, faltering slightly as the word rolled off her tongue. While she was relatively fluent at speaking English from classes, she was still having a hard time adjusting to speaking it on a regular basis.
Fiasse Crystera laughed and leaned back in her chair, the sunlight gleaming against the cross that dangled from a gold chain around her neck. The only way Nanoha could think to describe the older woman as was warm; her laughter, her voice, even her presence was calming and gentle, like a warm breeze on a sunny summer day. Only a few years older than Kyouya, the headmistress of Crystera Song School had been a childhood friend of both Kyouya and Miyuki and had expressed an interest in watching over Nanoha as she struggled to find her way after recovery.
“Ah, well, you’re young, you’re allowed. I remember the first time I spaced out on Iria. She must have scolded me for two hours straight.”
Nanoha giggled, and Fiasse smiled quietly as the child visibly relaxed. It didn’t last long; as the door creaked open she stiffened up like a board, her shoulders flying up to her ears. Smiling reassuringly at Nanoha, Fiasse peered over her shoulder. “Elise! I was beginning to worry. You’re not usually late.” The Headmistress frowned. “I was beginning to think that deathtrap of yours had finally killed you.”
“My apologies, and Fiasse, it’s a motorcycle, not a deathtrap. It’s a common method of transportation nowadays.”
“You couldn’t pay me to get on one of those things, even if it’s common!”
Curious by the gentle bickering, Nanoha turned and craned her neck, peering over the top of her chair, successfully getting her first glimpse of Elise McGaren, the woman who would be her mentor and caretaker during her time in England. The woman was younger than Fiasse, appearing to be Kyouya’s age, and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that made her look sleek and dangerous. The jacket she usually wore was unbuttoned a bit at the top, giving her a more carefree appearance than she’d had in photographs Nanoha had seen; still, there was sharpness to her gaze, a confident way she walked, that couldn’t be ignored.
“No more talk of deathtraps,” Fiasse decided, and lifted a hand to beckon Elise in; Nanoha turned back to the other woman as she heard the door click. “Elise, you remember Nanoha, don’t you?”
“Dimly. Last time I saw her was in a photograph… I think she was six or seven at the time.”
“Well then, come and introduce yourself.”
Nanoha straightened up as Elise walked into her view, studying the child for a moment; she glanced briefly at Fiasse before stepping across to her, and she held out her hand in a Western style greeting. Swallowing nerves, Nanoha took it. “Hi. I’m Nanoha. Taka… er… Nanoha Takamachi.”
“Elise McGaren.” Elise smiled slightly, and her face seemed to relax. “You’ve got your mother’s looks. Momoko was always too kind to me.”
At the mention of her mother, Nanoha’s eyes lit up briefly. Chuckling quietly to herself, Fiasse gently rubbed her cross between her fingers before clearing her throat.
“Nanoha, as you know, Elise will be your guardian while you stay here, for as ever long as you wish. In agreement with your father’s wishes, you will also be enrolled in the Song School; it’s easier on Elise financially since I’m her employer, and you’ll still get your main education.” She smiled. “Just think of the singing lessons as a bonus.”
Nanoha blinked; a look of dismay filled her eyes.
“But… I’m not good at singing!”
The eleven-year-old knew she should have felt insulted as Elise’s laughter filled the room and Fiasse giggled behind her hand, but instead she felt as if she belonged as she laughed, too.
Later that day, Fiasse stood by her window, gazing quietly out across the school grounds; the sun was setting, casting different hues of red and orange across a sky that eventually would become blue and purple. She sighed quietly and touched her hand to her cross, feeling the warmth radiating from it.
“So,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “What do you think… Sweet Song?”
A moment of silence; then, the sound of a computer-generated English voice filled the room.
“I believe she has lost her way, ma’am.”
“Given time, I think Elise and I can help her find it again. Do you think so, Sweet Song?” “There is no reason to doubt you, ma’am.”
Fiasse laughed quietly and opened her eyes, touching her hand to the glass as stars gleamed to life.
“It’s nice to know you’re confident enough for the two of us, Sweet Song.” “I do what I can, ma’am.”
The room in Elise’s apartment was a little smaller than what Nanoha had been used to, but all things considered it was a good room. It had been decorated sparsely, with the thought being that a little girl would live within it but that she could choose what she liked when she was ready. A small lamp had been placed by her bedside and left on, perhaps with the intention of soothing her on her supposed first night away from home.
It certainly wasn’t Nanoha’s first night away from home, sleeping in a bed that wasn’t her own, but as she sat there, tightly clenching her bed sheets and feeling her eyes sting, she wondered why it felt so different.
She shook her head furiously, wiping her eyes. Knock it off, she ordered herself mentally as tears rose again. This isn’t your first time away from home. It’s not like you haven’t been homesick before. This is just like any other time.
Just like any other time, except for the fact that Raising Heart wasn’t lying on her drawer, and she had severed all ties with the people she’d considered her closest friends. Feeling a lump well in her throat, Nanoha allowed a soft whimper to escape.
Maybe this wasn’t like any other time, after all.
“I thought you’d have a rough time tonight.”
Nanoha knew it was Elise’s voice, but as her head snapped up and she stared, she gaped; the words had been spoken not in English, like she’d been hearing all day, but in Japanese. Fluent Japanese, too, without any trace of an accent. Elise smiled briefly as she stood in the doorway, gripping two glasses in her hands; she started in, moving slowly to balance the glasses.
“I spent most of my childhood in Japan, as did Fiasse,” the blonde informed her, carefully settling on the bed and putting one glass on the drawer. “We’re both fluent in Japanese, and I figured you’d be more comfortable with it.” She rolled her shoulders briefly before holding the glass out to Nanoha. “Here, drink this.”
Nanoha blinked several times before taking the glass; it felt warm in her hands. “Um…”
“It’s warm milk mixed with cinnamon.” Elise reached over to retrieve her own glass, taking a deep drink. “My mother used to make it for me when I had trouble sleeping. I thought it would help.”
Nanoha hesitated briefly; she nodded quietly, murmuring a soft “Thank you” as she lifted the glass to her lips. Elise lowered her own glass but kept her hold on it, observing the younger girl over the rim. After a few minutes of drinking, Nanoha lowered the glass and licked her lips, smiling timidly at Elise. “It’s good.”
“That’s a relief.” Chuckling, Elise swallowed another mouthful of milk. “Ever since I’ve been on my own I’ve only made it for myself, so I’ve never known if it’s still as good to anyone else.”
The brunette giggled before lifting her glass to her lips again, taking another long drink; content, Elise set her glass back on the drawer and leaned against the pillows, her eyes half-closed and content. Watching Nanoha out of the corner of her eye, she noted the younger girl had finished her glass completely and smiled quietly to herself, closing her eyes.
For a moment, Nanoha watched Elise timidly, not sure if the blonde was asleep or if it was just a rouse so she could lower her guard. After a moment, she pulled the covers closer to her chin and inched closer to Elise, watching her nervously all the while. When Elise didn’t stir she scooted a little closer, so their sides were touching; but still, the older woman kept her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.
More confident now, Nanoha scooted closer still and rested her cheek against Elise’s shoulder, one hand coming up so her fingers could tangle in long golden locks that had been left unbound and felt as silky as they looked. With a tired sigh the brunette closed her eyes and, in the way of children, was asleep in minutes.
After a moment, Elise opened one eye, surveying her charge silently; she smiled slightly before closing her eye and settled down again, letting sleep claim her.
In the darkness of Elise’s kitchen, an opened envelope lay on the table. It wasn’t marked; all that had been written on it was her own address. The blonde had opened it briefly to look at the contents before placing it back inside, intending to leave it until morning.
Inside the envelope, gleaming and completely repaired, was Raising Heart.
Elise decided to give the device to Nanoha tomorrow. It would be a nice way to surprise her
On my end, the hardest thing about this was writing Elise and Fiasse, as I'm only familiar with their OVA selves and... yeah, the OVA's only 4 episodes long. I aso had a pretty rough time with Nanoha, but hopefully she isn't too OOC...
WOW RB! just plain wow
Can't wait for CH. 1, please up date soon
also I wouldn't worry too much about Nanoha being too OOC (which she wasn't )and I woudn't be surprised if she was a little depressed, especially since she can't fly any more or do much magic.
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"For Life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer then any who embrace the mundane."
Heh, thank you. ^^ Everything worked out great, so now it's working again like a dream. I managed to get most of my lost songs back onto it, too. What a relief, since my music usually carries me through a story.
Now then... this is the prologue for my story, tentatively titled "Bless the Broken Road". If any of you recognize the song, you get a free Internet cookie. This is prior to the timeskip, so Nanoha is only eleven (since she got hurt after being in the TSAB for two years). I wrote this after rewriting my college essay three times for my father, so I'm a little fried right now.
Anyway...
Spoiler for Bless the Broken Road: Prologue:
Bless the Broken Road
Prologue
“… Extensive and deep injuries to her back and neck…”
“… Especially traumatic blows to her chest and lungs…”
“We’re losing her… we’re losing her! Call in Shamal-san, quickly! Tell her it’s an emergency!!”
“Poor kid… she’ll probably never wake up again. Even if she does, I doubt she’ll even be able to walk. If you ask me, she’s better off dead.”
“I’m sorry, Nanoha… you can never fly again.”
“Listen, even if by some miracle you can handle small amounts of magic, that’s as far as you’ll ever be able to go. Do you understand? Push yourself any farther, and you’ll die.”
“We have friends in England who have expressed an interest in helping you, Nanoha. I’m sure you can find what you want to do there, don’t you think? Just give it a shot and see what happens, and if you aren’t happy you can come back home.”
“Nanoha? Nanoha, sweetie, are you still with me? Come down from the stars, dear.”
The soft, gently amused voice snapped Nanoha out of her trance; that and the words spoken to her were in the native English of the land and not the Japanese she’d known all her life. Smiling weakly she leaned forward and picked up her cup, gulping down a mouthful of tea in the hopes that it would calm her. “Sorry,” she whispered, faltering slightly as the word rolled off her tongue. While she was relatively fluent at speaking English from classes, she was still having a hard time adjusting to speaking it on a regular basis.
Fiasse Crystera laughed and leaned back in her chair, the sunlight gleaming against the cross that dangled from a gold chain around her neck. The only way Nanoha could think to describe the older woman as was warm; her laughter, her voice, even her presence was calming and gentle, like a warm breeze on a sunny summer day. Only a few years older than Kyouya, the headmistress of Crystera Song School had been a childhood friend of both Kyouya and Miyuki and had expressed an interest in watching over Nanoha as she struggled to find her way after recovery.
“Ah, well, you’re young, you’re allowed. I remember the first time I spaced out on Iria. She must have scolded me for two hours straight.”
Nanoha giggled, and Fiasse smiled quietly as the child visibly relaxed. It didn’t last long; as the door creaked open she stiffened up like a board, her shoulders flying up to her ears. Smiling reassuringly at Nanoha, Fiasse peered over her shoulder. “Elise! I was beginning to worry. You’re not usually late.” The Headmistress frowned. “I was beginning to think that deathtrap of yours had finally killed you.”
“My apologies, and Fiasse, it’s a motorcycle, not a deathtrap. It’s a common method of transportation nowadays.”
“You couldn’t pay me to get on one of those things, even if it’s common!”
Curious by the gentle bickering, Nanoha turned and craned her neck, peering over the top of her chair, successfully getting her first glimpse of Elise McGaren, the woman who would be her mentor and caretaker during her time in England. The woman was younger than Fiasse, appearing to be Kyouya’s age, and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that made her look sleek and dangerous. The jacket she usually wore was unbuttoned a bit at the top, giving her a more carefree appearance than she’d had in photographs Nanoha had seen; still, there was sharpness to her gaze, a confident way she walked, that couldn’t be ignored.
“No more talk of deathtraps,” Fiasse decided, and lifted a hand to beckon Elise in; Nanoha turned back to the other woman as she heard the door click. “Elise, you remember Nanoha, don’t you?”
“Dimly. Last time I saw her was in a photograph… I think she was six or seven at the time.”
“Well then, come and introduce yourself.”
Nanoha straightened up as Elise walked into her view, studying the child for a moment; she glanced briefly at Fiasse before stepping across to her, and she held out her hand in a Western style greeting. Swallowing nerves, Nanoha took it. “Hi. I’m Nanoha. Taka… er… Nanoha Takamachi.”
“Elise McGaren.” Elise smiled slightly, and her face seemed to relax. “You’ve got your mother’s looks. Momoko was always too kind to me.”
At the mention of her mother, Nanoha’s eyes lit up briefly. Chuckling quietly to herself, Fiasse gently rubbed her cross between her fingers before clearing her throat.
“Nanoha, as you know, Elise will be your guardian while you stay here, for as ever long as you wish. In agreement with your father’s wishes, you will also be enrolled in the Song School; it’s easier on Elise financially since I’m her employer, and you’ll still get your main education.” She smiled. “Just think of the singing lessons as a bonus.”
Nanoha blinked; a look of dismay filled her eyes.
“But… I’m not good at singing!”
The eleven-year-old knew she should have felt insulted as Elise’s laughter filled the room and Fiasse giggled behind her hand, but instead she felt as if she belonged as she laughed, too.
Later that day, Fiasse stood by her window, gazing quietly out across the school grounds; the sun was setting, casting different hues of red and orange across a sky that eventually would become blue and purple. She sighed quietly and touched her hand to her cross, feeling the warmth radiating from it.
“So,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “What do you think… Sweet Song?”
A moment of silence; then, the sound of a computer-generated English voice filled the room.
“I believe she has lost her way, ma’am.”
“Given time, I think Elise and I can help her find it again. Do you think so, Sweet Song?” “There is no reason to doubt you, ma’am.”
Fiasse laughed quietly and opened her eyes, touching her hand to the glass as stars gleamed to life.
“It’s nice to know you’re confident enough for the two of us, Sweet Song.” “I do what I can, ma’am.”
The room in Elise’s apartment was a little smaller than what Nanoha had been used to, but all things considered it was a good room. It had been decorated sparsely, with the thought being that a little girl would live within it but that she could choose what she liked when she was ready. A small lamp had been placed by her bedside and left on, perhaps with the intention of soothing her on her supposed first night away from home.
It certainly wasn’t Nanoha’s first night away from home, sleeping in a bed that wasn’t her own, but as she sat there, tightly clenching her bed sheets and feeling her eyes sting, she wondered why it felt so different.
She shook her head furiously, wiping her eyes. Knock it off, she ordered herself mentally as tears rose again. This isn’t your first time away from home. It’s not like you haven’t been homesick before. This is just like any other time.
Just like any other time, except for the fact that Raising Heart wasn’t lying on her drawer, and she had severed all ties with the people she’d considered her closest friends. Feeling a lump well in her throat, Nanoha allowed a soft whimper to escape.
Maybe this wasn’t like any other time, after all.
“I thought you’d have a rough time tonight.”
Nanoha knew it was Elise’s voice, but as her head snapped up and she stared, she gaped; the words had been spoken not in English, like she’d been hearing all day, but in Japanese. Fluent Japanese, too, without any trace of an accent. Elise smiled briefly as she stood in the doorway, gripping two glasses in her hands; she started in, moving slowly to balance the glasses.
“I spent most of my childhood in Japan, as did Fiasse,” the blonde informed her, carefully settling on the bed and putting one glass on the drawer. “We’re both fluent in Japanese, and I figured you’d be more comfortable with it.” She rolled her shoulders briefly before holding the glass out to Nanoha. “Here, drink this.”
Nanoha blinked several times before taking the glass; it felt warm in her hands. “Um…”
“It’s warm milk mixed with cinnamon.” Elise reached over to retrieve her own glass, taking a deep drink. “My mother used to make it for me when I had trouble sleeping. I thought it would help.”
Nanoha hesitated briefly; she nodded quietly, murmuring a soft “Thank you” as she lifted the glass to her lips. Elise lowered her own glass but kept her hold on it, observing the younger girl over the rim. After a few minutes of drinking, Nanoha lowered the glass and licked her lips, smiling timidly at Elise. “It’s good.”
“That’s a relief.” Chuckling, Elise swallowed another mouthful of milk. “Ever since I’ve been on my own I’ve only made it for myself, so I’ve never known if it’s still as good to anyone else.”
The brunette giggled before lifting her glass to her lips again, taking another long drink; content, Elise set her glass back on the drawer and leaned against the pillows, her eyes half-closed and content. Watching Nanoha out of the corner of her eye, she noted the younger girl had finished her glass completely and smiled quietly to herself, closing her eyes.
For a moment, Nanoha watched Elise timidly, not sure if the blonde was asleep or if it was just a rouse so she could lower her guard. After a moment, she pulled the covers closer to her chin and inched closer to Elise, watching her nervously all the while. When Elise didn’t stir she scooted a little closer, so their sides were touching; but still, the older woman kept her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.
More confident now, Nanoha scooted closer still and rested her cheek against Elise’s shoulder, one hand coming up so her fingers could tangle in long golden locks that had been left unbound and felt as silky as they looked. With a tired sigh the brunette closed her eyes and, in the way of children, was asleep in minutes.
After a moment, Elise opened one eye, surveying her charge silently; she smiled slightly before closing her eye and settled down again, letting sleep claim her.
In the darkness of Elise’s kitchen, an opened envelope lay on the table. It wasn’t marked; all that had been written on it was her own address. The blonde had opened it briefly to look at the contents before placing it back inside, intending to leave it until morning.
Inside the envelope, gleaming and completely repaired, was Raising Heart.
Elise decided to give the device to Nanoha tomorrow. It would be a nice way to surprise her
On my end, the hardest thing about this was writing Elise and Fiasse, as I'm only familiar with their OVA selves and... yeah, the OVA's only 4 episodes long. I aso had a pretty rough time with Nanoha, but hopefully she isn't too OOC...
Okay it does sounds good, and Nanoha is not OOC. The OVAs i have never seen them so i cant say for sure. And, being the prologue, I cant say if i am hooked to this, or i just read it cause of boringness but so far looks promising. Alas hope you can make chap 1 soon so i can decide.
Location: In the Netherrealm, thinking who to betray next...
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Heh, thank you. ^^ Everything worked out great, so now it's working again like a dream. I managed to get most of my lost songs back onto it, too. What a relief, since my music usually carries me through a story.
Now then... this is the prologue for my story, tentatively titled "Bless the Broken Road". If any of you recognize the song, you get a free Internet cookie. This is prior to the timeskip, so Nanoha is only eleven (since she got hurt after being in the TSAB for two years). I wrote this after rewriting my college essay three times for my father, so I'm a little fried right now.
Anyway...
Spoiler for Bless the Broken Road: Prologue:
Bless the Broken Road
Prologue
“… Extensive and deep injuries to her back and neck…”
“… Especially traumatic blows to her chest and lungs…”
“We’re losing her… we’re losing her! Call in Shamal-san, quickly! Tell her it’s an emergency!!”
“Poor kid… she’ll probably never wake up again. Even if she does, I doubt she’ll even be able to walk. If you ask me, she’s better off dead.”
“I’m sorry, Nanoha… you can never fly again.”
“Listen, even if by some miracle you can handle small amounts of magic, that’s as far as you’ll ever be able to go. Do you understand? Push yourself any farther, and you’ll die.”
“We have friends in England who have expressed an interest in helping you, Nanoha. I’m sure you can find what you want to do there, don’t you think? Just give it a shot and see what happens, and if you aren’t happy you can come back home.”
“Nanoha? Nanoha, sweetie, are you still with me? Come down from the stars, dear.”
The soft, gently amused voice snapped Nanoha out of her trance; that and the words spoken to her were in the native English of the land and not the Japanese she’d known all her life. Smiling weakly she leaned forward and picked up her cup, gulping down a mouthful of tea in the hopes that it would calm her. “Sorry,” she whispered, faltering slightly as the word rolled off her tongue. While she was relatively fluent at speaking English from classes, she was still having a hard time adjusting to speaking it on a regular basis.
Fiasse Crystera laughed and leaned back in her chair, the sunlight gleaming against the cross that dangled from a gold chain around her neck. The only way Nanoha could think to describe the older woman as was warm; her laughter, her voice, even her presence was calming and gentle, like a warm breeze on a sunny summer day. Only a few years older than Kyouya, the headmistress of Crystera Song School had been a childhood friend of both Kyouya and Miyuki and had expressed an interest in watching over Nanoha as she struggled to find her way after recovery.
“Ah, well, you’re young, you’re allowed. I remember the first time I spaced out on Iria. She must have scolded me for two hours straight.”
Nanoha giggled, and Fiasse smiled quietly as the child visibly relaxed. It didn’t last long; as the door creaked open she stiffened up like a board, her shoulders flying up to her ears. Smiling reassuringly at Nanoha, Fiasse peered over her shoulder. “Elise! I was beginning to worry. You’re not usually late.” The Headmistress frowned. “I was beginning to think that deathtrap of yours had finally killed you.”
“My apologies, and Fiasse, it’s a motorcycle, not a deathtrap. It’s a common method of transportation nowadays.”
“You couldn’t pay me to get on one of those things, even if it’s common!”
Curious by the gentle bickering, Nanoha turned and craned her neck, peering over the top of her chair, successfully getting her first glimpse of Elise McGaren, the woman who would be her mentor and caretaker during her time in England. The woman was younger than Fiasse, appearing to be Kyouya’s age, and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that made her look sleek and dangerous. The jacket she usually wore was unbuttoned a bit at the top, giving her a more carefree appearance than she’d had in photographs Nanoha had seen; still, there was sharpness to her gaze, a confident way she walked, that couldn’t be ignored.
“No more talk of deathtraps,” Fiasse decided, and lifted a hand to beckon Elise in; Nanoha turned back to the other woman as she heard the door click. “Elise, you remember Nanoha, don’t you?”
“Dimly. Last time I saw her was in a photograph… I think she was six or seven at the time.”
“Well then, come and introduce yourself.”
Nanoha straightened up as Elise walked into her view, studying the child for a moment; she glanced briefly at Fiasse before stepping across to her, and she held out her hand in a Western style greeting. Swallowing nerves, Nanoha took it. “Hi. I’m Nanoha. Taka… er… Nanoha Takamachi.”
“Elise McGaren.” Elise smiled slightly, and her face seemed to relax. “You’ve got your mother’s looks. Momoko was always too kind to me.”
At the mention of her mother, Nanoha’s eyes lit up briefly. Chuckling quietly to herself, Fiasse gently rubbed her cross between her fingers before clearing her throat.
“Nanoha, as you know, Elise will be your guardian while you stay here, for as ever long as you wish. In agreement with your father’s wishes, you will also be enrolled in the Song School; it’s easier on Elise financially since I’m her employer, and you’ll still get your main education.” She smiled. “Just think of the singing lessons as a bonus.”
Nanoha blinked; a look of dismay filled her eyes.
“But… I’m not good at singing!”
The eleven-year-old knew she should have felt insulted as Elise’s laughter filled the room and Fiasse giggled behind her hand, but instead she felt as if she belonged as she laughed, too.
Later that day, Fiasse stood by her window, gazing quietly out across the school grounds; the sun was setting, casting different hues of red and orange across a sky that eventually would become blue and purple. She sighed quietly and touched her hand to her cross, feeling the warmth radiating from it.
“So,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “What do you think… Sweet Song?”
A moment of silence; then, the sound of a computer-generated English voice filled the room.
“I believe she has lost her way, ma’am.”
“Given time, I think Elise and I can help her find it again. Do you think so, Sweet Song?” “There is no reason to doubt you, ma’am.”
Fiasse laughed quietly and opened her eyes, touching her hand to the glass as stars gleamed to life.
“It’s nice to know you’re confident enough for the two of us, Sweet Song.” “I do what I can, ma’am.”
The room in Elise’s apartment was a little smaller than what Nanoha had been used to, but all things considered it was a good room. It had been decorated sparsely, with the thought being that a little girl would live within it but that she could choose what she liked when she was ready. A small lamp had been placed by her bedside and left on, perhaps with the intention of soothing her on her supposed first night away from home.
It certainly wasn’t Nanoha’s first night away from home, sleeping in a bed that wasn’t her own, but as she sat there, tightly clenching her bed sheets and feeling her eyes sting, she wondered why it felt so different.
She shook her head furiously, wiping her eyes. Knock it off, she ordered herself mentally as tears rose again. This isn’t your first time away from home. It’s not like you haven’t been homesick before. This is just like any other time.
Just like any other time, except for the fact that Raising Heart wasn’t lying on her drawer, and she had severed all ties with the people she’d considered her closest friends. Feeling a lump well in her throat, Nanoha allowed a soft whimper to escape.
Maybe this wasn’t like any other time, after all.
“I thought you’d have a rough time tonight.”
Nanoha knew it was Elise’s voice, but as her head snapped up and she stared, she gaped; the words had been spoken not in English, like she’d been hearing all day, but in Japanese. Fluent Japanese, too, without any trace of an accent. Elise smiled briefly as she stood in the doorway, gripping two glasses in her hands; she started in, moving slowly to balance the glasses.
“I spent most of my childhood in Japan, as did Fiasse,” the blonde informed her, carefully settling on the bed and putting one glass on the drawer. “We’re both fluent in Japanese, and I figured you’d be more comfortable with it.” She rolled her shoulders briefly before holding the glass out to Nanoha. “Here, drink this.”
Nanoha blinked several times before taking the glass; it felt warm in her hands. “Um…”
“It’s warm milk mixed with cinnamon.” Elise reached over to retrieve her own glass, taking a deep drink. “My mother used to make it for me when I had trouble sleeping. I thought it would help.”
Nanoha hesitated briefly; she nodded quietly, murmuring a soft “Thank you” as she lifted the glass to her lips. Elise lowered her own glass but kept her hold on it, observing the younger girl over the rim. After a few minutes of drinking, Nanoha lowered the glass and licked her lips, smiling timidly at Elise. “It’s good.”
“That’s a relief.” Chuckling, Elise swallowed another mouthful of milk. “Ever since I’ve been on my own I’ve only made it for myself, so I’ve never known if it’s still as good to anyone else.”
The brunette giggled before lifting her glass to her lips again, taking another long drink; content, Elise set her glass back on the drawer and leaned against the pillows, her eyes half-closed and content. Watching Nanoha out of the corner of her eye, she noted the younger girl had finished her glass completely and smiled quietly to herself, closing her eyes.
For a moment, Nanoha watched Elise timidly, not sure if the blonde was asleep or if it was just a rouse so she could lower her guard. After a moment, she pulled the covers closer to her chin and inched closer to Elise, watching her nervously all the while. When Elise didn’t stir she scooted a little closer, so their sides were touching; but still, the older woman kept her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.
More confident now, Nanoha scooted closer still and rested her cheek against Elise’s shoulder, one hand coming up so her fingers could tangle in long golden locks that had been left unbound and felt as silky as they looked. With a tired sigh the brunette closed her eyes and, in the way of children, was asleep in minutes.
After a moment, Elise opened one eye, surveying her charge silently; she smiled slightly before closing her eye and settled down again, letting sleep claim her.
In the darkness of Elise’s kitchen, an opened envelope lay on the table. It wasn’t marked; all that had been written on it was her own address. The blonde had opened it briefly to look at the contents before placing it back inside, intending to leave it until morning.
Inside the envelope, gleaming and completely repaired, was Raising Heart.
Elise decided to give the device to Nanoha tomorrow. It would be a nice way to surprise her
On my end, the hardest thing about this was writing Elise and Fiasse, as I'm only familiar with their OVA selves and... yeah, the OVA's only 4 episodes long. I aso had a pretty rough time with Nanoha, but hopefully she isn't too OOC...
Heh, thank you. But chapter 1 depends on my plotbunnies and my workload... plus, I need to update other stories that I've been neglecting for the longest time. >>;;
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Okay it does sounds good, and Nanoha is not OOC. The OVAs i have never seen them so i cant say for sure. And, being the prologue, I cant say if i am hooked to this, or i just read it cause of boringness but so far looks promising. Alas hope you can make chap 1 soon so i can decide.
... Define "soon". XD;;
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WOW RB! just plain wow
Can't wait for CH. 1, please up date soon
also I wouldn't worry too much about Nanoha being too OOC (which she wasn't )and I woudn't be surprised if she was a little depressed, especially since she can't fly any more or do much magic.
Thank you! I was desperately worried about a depressed Nanoha, since we never really see her feeling down in the anime. Don't worry; chapter 1 occurs after a 4 year time skip (Nanoha's 15 in this fic, like the end of A's), and she'll be much happier. ^__^
Also, I have to admit that her being able to handle a little magic was a bit of a cope-out on my part. >__> *is currently pondering whether or not throwing Kuon into the mix would be relevant to the plot*
...
Kuon is also from Triangle Heart, though she was the prototype for Yuuno in Lyrical Toy Box. And a foxgirl.
Kuon is also from Triangle Heart, though she was the prototype for Yuuno in Lyrical Toy Box. And a foxgirl.
Did not know that
I just thought it was funny that Lindy was a Pixie
that and her Magical Girl costume is her school uniform in MSLN
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Did not know that
I just thought it was funny that Lindy was a Pixie
that and her Magical Girl costume is her school uniform in MSLN
Kuon's in those pictures, actually. She's got the fox ears.
I wanted to make her Nanoha's familiar, but I'm trying to figure out whether or not she'd have enough magic to support a familiar in her state... maybe Fiasse or Elise could be joint masters?
Kuon's in those pictures, actually. She's got the fox ears.
I wanted to make her Nanoha's familiar, but I'm trying to figure out whether or not she'd have enough magic to support a familiar in her state... maybe Fiasse or Elise could be joint masters?
Seriously doubt it, especially if you want Nanoha to be able to do any thing else with her magic and if you want Kuon to be able to do anything at all other then look cute in her "puppy" form. Best idea would probably be to just hook them up as partners (like Yuuno ), But it your Fic do what you want
Also an Idea popped in my head, I don't think close range "Detection" type magic would tax Nanoha too much and would certainly give her an edge in combat
Code Geass' Knight of One's ability (geass) would be Interesting for Nanoha to have
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"For Life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer then any who embrace the mundane."
Seriously doubt it, especially if you want Nanoha to be able to do any thing else with her magic and if you want Kuon to be able to do anything at all other then look cute in her "puppy" form. Best idea would probably be to just hook them up as partners (like Yuuno ), But it your Fic do what you want
That's why I was thinking of having Elise or Fiasse be joint masters with Nanoha; that way it's not totally on her shoulders to provide Kuon with enough magic to not only survive, but to have a human form and to be able to fight on her own. That can be done, right? Familiars with joint or sub masters after their original master that created them?
Nanoha: *opens up Yuuno's closet*Wow Yuuno I didn't know you liked things like this.
Yuuno: OO a-ah
Nanoha: Wow these are women's aren't they
Yuuno: W-well
Nanoha: You're so brave going into stores and buying... thes... You stole them didn't you.
Yuuno: ^^;; Only after they were washed.
Nanoha: ... For all the women of the world Yuuno STARLIGHT!
Yuuno: Oh sn-
Nanoha: BREAKER!
Ouch! Poor Yuuno. I wonder what she would have done it she found one of Fate's in there?
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Spoiler for Vita's Diary:
October 13
6:00 AM: Mondays, I hate mondays, all the partys of the weekends show their consequences on Mondays, I'll never asept again a challenge of Nanoha of "Who can eat more cakes in less than 5 minutes", sigh, Anyway I got up and took a quick shower and go to the kitchen only to find that the milk bottle was empty again, that blue dog is gonna pay it latter
10:00 AM: It was late so I was runing faster than a zebra with digestive problems only to find out that the lobby of the TSAB quartes has been just cleaned so the floor was weet, thank God the accident doesn't let me in the hospital
10:30 AM: The elevator was aberiated, I was forced to take the stairs, by my bad luck I found some workers eating their breakfast, I swear, I'm gonna kill the one who droped the banana peel when I found him, anyway, after rolling down 1 floor, I standed up and continued with my... well, continued walking
11:00 AM: Finally, I managed to reach Hyate's office only to find out that she wasn't there, Rein told me that she was alredy on the training grounds, I go down again, I learned a very important lesson today, when you find a banana peel, better put it on the trash can because there is a 5% of you sliping again with the same banana peel, I found that 5% when going down
12:00 PM: At least I reached the training grounds, I quickly dressed with my instructor's costume, only at this point I get noticed that some idiot on the laundry accidentaly confused my instructor's T-shirt with one with the image of Goofy, the options was to get out with the Goofy T-shirt or naked, I took the Goofy T-shirt option
12:30 PM: After Hayate, Nanoha and the new cadets finally stop laughing, we could proced to the training part, I though that at last I could have a bit of action, unfortunely, the train today concisted on the importance of know when to dodge an enemy attack, I was gonna be the "Dodge" part and Nanoha was gonna be the "Enemy attack" part, someone should tell Nanoha that she should use a doll when it comes the chapter "What happen if you don't dodge"
2:00 PM: Shamal said that noone of my injuries was bad, at least not serious, I got out of Shamal's infirmary and moved to the dining room, at least I could have a nice meal that day, the menu was lobster, I do love lobster, do you know that for ech 200 lobsters who are cooked, 1 is still alive? Guess what? I found it
4:00 PM: Signum finally managed to make the Lobster Release my nose, I do not wanted to go with Shamal again so I just leaved the dining and walked out, I found Fate and the little Vivio at the exit, when Vivio looked at me she asked Fate: "It's not yet christmas, why Vita is dressed like Rudolph?" Kids could be really cruel some times
5:00 PM: Desk job, the only word give me chills, Mondays is my turn to make desk job, when I first look at the tower of papers I wanted to return with the lobster, in this times I do wish to hug my bunny!
9:00 PM: I was alredy alucinating, seing little dancing beans on my desk when I finnaly finished with the last Papper, I do nit wanted to know anything, I just wanted to return home, I was walking back to our apartemnt when accidentaly I put my feet in one of those dam Kid's skooter, aftere rolling downhill my face meet the edifices wall really closely before falling unconcius
10:00 PM: When I reawake, it was raining, wet, shacking, hited and tired I walked inside the edifice and took the elevator to the last floor, our apartment, Guess what? I forgot my key inside
11:30 PM: Zaphira finally arrived, I was too tired to punish him for the milk incident so I just walked inside the apartment to my room and just let me fall over the bed and hugh my bunny, at least a bit of peace had arrived to me that day
PD: I DO HATE MONDAYS
*wince* Poor Vita, that really sucks. Well I hope you have a better tuesday!
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:ninja: Page claim response in the form of the 5th part of Feito No Hana. Yay for more twists!
Spoiler for Part 5- Flower of Fate:
“Where is she? Did you find her?”
Hayate rolled her eyes. “Fate, if I found her I would have come back with her or not at all.”
Fate sighed, shaking her head. “Where could she have gone off to? Bardiche insists that Raising Heart is still within range but the communication has been shut off on her end.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”
“But why? It’s not like she kn-“ Fate stopped and realized that it was the truth. “She knows. She knows what we’re going to say and is prolonging the inevitable.”
Hayate giggled. When she received a frown from Fate, she apologized. “Sorry, it’s just that, you said ‘inevitable’. A week ago I’m sure you would have thought it was anything but inevitable.”
Fate stopped and her frown deepened, but for a different reason. Reaching up to touch Hayate’s face, she whispered, “I’m sorry, I was so caught up in everything that I never… I didn’t think to ask how you felt about all this. Is there still room in your heart for me? Can we… try again?”
Hayate smiled and kissed Fate’s hand. “You’ve always been in my heart, Fate. Always. I could never turn you down.”
Fate smiled weakly, encouraged by this. She let her hand fall back to her side as she sighed again. “I wish I had your strength of conviction.”
Hayate raised an eyebrow with open amusement. “You did just a little while ago.”
“I don’t mean… I was referring to… Am I a bad person for being wishy-washy? I was in love with Nanoha, but I dated you, and then when Nanoha confessed, I let us go, and now I want to be with you again. I’m horrible, aren’t I.”
“No, no not at all.” Hayate reached forward and took Fate’s hand in hers. “Everyone has something they’re unsure about. Most people have more than one thing.”
“What about you?” Fate met Hayate’s gaze. “What could someone as confident as you be uncertain about?”
“That…” Hayate smiled and leaned against Fate’s taller frame to whisper in her ear, “…is a secret.”
“Mou, Hayate! I’m asking you seriously!”
“And I’m answering seriously.” Hayate shook her head and tugged Fate’s hand. “Come on, if she doesn’t want to be found, she doesn’t want to be found. Let’s go back to work and we’ll meet up again afterwards.”
“You promise? I don’t want to face her alone.”
Hayate paused and then smiled at this. Gently squeezing Fate’s hand, she murmured, “I have faith in you. Fate should have faith in Fate, too.”
Reluctantly, Fate nodded and followed Hayate out into the hallway. When Hayate let go of her hand to return to her own office, Fate felt just a little colder inside.
And that’s how she knew she was making the right decision.
But even that didn’t make it any easier when she found Nanoha sitting at her desk, with her special drawer open.
“What are you doing here?”
Nanoha didn’t even look up as Fate closed the door behind her and walked over. “How did your meeting go?”
Fate faltered, wondering if Nanoha was just acting or if she really thought she had had a meeting. “Nanoha…”
“I can’t believe you still have this. And it still smells.”
Fate flushed deep red as Nanoha hooked her thumbs around the band of a pair of black panties that she had held up to the light. Fate was suddenly thankful that the blinds were closed and the door was locked. “N-Nanoha…”
Nanoha giggled, seemingly ignoring Fate’s discomfort. “I always wondered what you did with this when you asked for it the morning after. You know I never bought another pair of black panties after this one?”
Fate only made it to the edge of her desk and leaned against it, not daring to move any closer.
Nanoha dropped the pair of panties unceremoniously back into the heap and riffled through the box of trinkets. She held up a gold necklace. “I gave you this… for Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it?”
Fate shook her head. “It was the day before Valentines Day, three years ago. Because I was promoted. You said that I should always remember that just because I’m part of TSAB doesn’t mean I need to forget… the… the finer things of life.”
“Ah, I remember now. Yes… I remember.” She mumbled something under her breath that Fate couldn’t quite catch, but it struck her that she might have said, ‘Piece of crap. You deserve better.’
“Nanoha, why-“
“What’s thi-“
They both stopped and finally looked at each other in the eye. Fate suddenly sensed that both of them were ready to cry. They both knew what was coming.
Nanoha returned the object in her hands to the box and replaced the lid, setting it on the desk.
Silence.
Fate whispered, as if speaking any louder would create an explosion of tension that she simply wasn’t ready for yet, “Why did you come here?”
“I knew you would return here eventually. You’ve always worked so hard.”
“So do you.” Fate paused, realizing that Nanoha must have canceled her afternoon class to come here. “Speaking of which-“
“I called in Vita and Signum for guest training. My trainees are taken care of.”
“Ah.”
Fate tapped her fingers against the edge of the desk, aggravated by the distinct feeling of having an itch she couldn’t scratch.
“I have to tell y-“
“Do you really love her?”
Fate stopped, turning to Nanoha. “Nanoha?”
“Hayate. When you think of her, do you get the warm and fuzzies? Does she make you smile even when she does nothing out of the ordinary? Do you want to be with her… forever?”
“If that’s what love is…” Fate couldn’t help but smile as she looked down at the floor. “Then I do. And so much more.”
“I see.”
Fate whirled around with a sudden panic. “Nanoha-“
“Fate.” Nanoha once again cut her off. “There’s something about me that I think you should know.”
“W-what is it?”
“I feel the same way.”
The guilt washed over Fate at the words. She was well aware that Nanoha loved her. Hadn’t Nanoha always loved her? And she… she had… “Nanoha… I know… and I’m sorry I always took it for granted-“
“No, Fate-chan, I think you’re missing what I’m trying to say.” Nanoha gave her a lopsided smile.
Fate frowned, but there was an eerie sense of hope rising in her chest. “Then… what is it?”
“The truth is… I’m in love with Hayate, too.”
Oh wow, I got that when Nanoha mentioned she felt the same way. But boy that was a TWIST.
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Originally Posted by Allquall
Why must you challenge me so?
Spoiler for 2008: A Satashi Odyssey:
It was a one way trip now, and Fate knew it. Hell, even mission control knew it. Her destruction of Bardiche had saved her only for a short moment, and her thrill of victory soon turned to the fear of death's unknown. The mutinous, sentient device had damaged the air filtration system beyond repair, and she did not have enough oxygen to return to the last TSAB outpost or enough to wait for a rescue team. All she could do was watch the CO2 gauge rise as she made tearful goodbyes to her family, friends, and lovers.
“What do you want to do now, Fate?” asked the sober voice of the project leader in charge of the failed exploration mission.
The video portion of the transmission cut out as Fate turned off the majority of her time-space craft’s power to conserve what little energy she had. She was already getting a headache from the carbon dioxide increase.
I don’t know… came her somber reply over the radio.
The old man sighed as he listened to the dead woman breathe erratically.
Wait…I see it! It’s outside!
“What is ‘it,’ Fate? What do you see?” the old man yelled into the communicator.
That door… It’s right outside the ship…
“You mean the one that we dug up on the Paxton moon? It’s just a door, Fate. There’s nothing behind it!”
I’m going out! It wants me to!
The old man cringed as he listened to Fate change into her spacesuit and switch the radio frequencies.
“Where are you?”
In the airlock…I’m going out…
“Fate…” he stopped himself. There was nothing he could do for her. She was dead, but her voice rang out from the communicator. He would listen till he could only hear the haunting silence of space.
I’m getting closer…The door…It’s opening!
Tears ran down the man’s cheeks as he listened and noticed that he wasn’t the only one in the room. Dozens of assistants and coordinators listened to Fate’s breathing and excited descriptions of the floating door in space. They stood in silence as grown men cried silently as Fate’s last transmission echoed through the building.
The thing’s hollow…it goes on forever…and…oh my God!...It’s full of dildos!
Uh what!?! Though I have to say that transmission was the best words to remember Fate by.
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Originally Posted by RadiantBeam
Heh, thank you. ^^ Everything worked out great, so now it's working again like a dream. I managed to get most of my lost songs back onto it, too. What a relief, since my music usually carries me through a story.
Now then... this is the prologue for my story, tentatively titled "Bless the Broken Road". If any of you recognize the song, you get a free Internet cookie. This is prior to the timeskip, so Nanoha is only eleven (since she got hurt after being in the TSAB for two years). I wrote this after rewriting my college essay three times for my father, so I'm a little fried right now.
Anyway...
Spoiler for Bless the Broken Road: Prologue:
Bless the Broken Road
Prologue
“… Extensive and deep injuries to her back and neck…”
“… Especially traumatic blows to her chest and lungs…”
“We’re losing her… we’re losing her! Call in Shamal-san, quickly! Tell her it’s an emergency!!”
“Poor kid… she’ll probably never wake up again. Even if she does, I doubt she’ll even be able to walk. If you ask me, she’s better off dead.”
“I’m sorry, Nanoha… you can never fly again.”
“Listen, even if by some miracle you can handle small amounts of magic, that’s as far as you’ll ever be able to go. Do you understand? Push yourself any farther, and you’ll die.”
“We have friends in England who have expressed an interest in helping you, Nanoha. I’m sure you can find what you want to do there, don’t you think? Just give it a shot and see what happens, and if you aren’t happy you can come back home.”
“Nanoha? Nanoha, sweetie, are you still with me? Come down from the stars, dear.”
The soft, gently amused voice snapped Nanoha out of her trance; that and the words spoken to her were in the native English of the land and not the Japanese she’d known all her life. Smiling weakly she leaned forward and picked up her cup, gulping down a mouthful of tea in the hopes that it would calm her. “Sorry,” she whispered, faltering slightly as the word rolled off her tongue. While she was relatively fluent at speaking English from classes, she was still having a hard time adjusting to speaking it on a regular basis.
Fiasse Crystera laughed and leaned back in her chair, the sunlight gleaming against the cross that dangled from a gold chain around her neck. The only way Nanoha could think to describe the older woman as was warm; her laughter, her voice, even her presence was calming and gentle, like a warm breeze on a sunny summer day. Only a few years older than Kyouya, the headmistress of Crystera Song School had been a childhood friend of both Kyouya and Miyuki and had expressed an interest in watching over Nanoha as she struggled to find her way after recovery.
“Ah, well, you’re young, you’re allowed. I remember the first time I spaced out on Iria. She must have scolded me for two hours straight.”
Nanoha giggled, and Fiasse smiled quietly as the child visibly relaxed. It didn’t last long; as the door creaked open she stiffened up like a board, her shoulders flying up to her ears. Smiling reassuringly at Nanoha, Fiasse peered over her shoulder. “Elise! I was beginning to worry. You’re not usually late.” The Headmistress frowned. “I was beginning to think that deathtrap of yours had finally killed you.”
“My apologies, and Fiasse, it’s a motorcycle, not a deathtrap. It’s a common method of transportation nowadays.”
“You couldn’t pay me to get on one of those things, even if it’s common!”
Curious by the gentle bickering, Nanoha turned and craned her neck, peering over the top of her chair, successfully getting her first glimpse of Elise McGaren, the woman who would be her mentor and caretaker during her time in England. The woman was younger than Fiasse, appearing to be Kyouya’s age, and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that made her look sleek and dangerous. The jacket she usually wore was unbuttoned a bit at the top, giving her a more carefree appearance than she’d had in photographs Nanoha had seen; still, there was sharpness to her gaze, a confident way she walked, that couldn’t be ignored.
“No more talk of deathtraps,” Fiasse decided, and lifted a hand to beckon Elise in; Nanoha turned back to the other woman as she heard the door click. “Elise, you remember Nanoha, don’t you?”
“Dimly. Last time I saw her was in a photograph… I think she was six or seven at the time.”
“Well then, come and introduce yourself.”
Nanoha straightened up as Elise walked into her view, studying the child for a moment; she glanced briefly at Fiasse before stepping across to her, and she held out her hand in a Western style greeting. Swallowing nerves, Nanoha took it. “Hi. I’m Nanoha. Taka… er… Nanoha Takamachi.”
“Elise McGaren.” Elise smiled slightly, and her face seemed to relax. “You’ve got your mother’s looks. Momoko was always too kind to me.”
At the mention of her mother, Nanoha’s eyes lit up briefly. Chuckling quietly to herself, Fiasse gently rubbed her cross between her fingers before clearing her throat.
“Nanoha, as you know, Elise will be your guardian while you stay here, for as ever long as you wish. In agreement with your father’s wishes, you will also be enrolled in the Song School; it’s easier on Elise financially since I’m her employer, and you’ll still get your main education.” She smiled. “Just think of the singing lessons as a bonus.”
Nanoha blinked; a look of dismay filled her eyes.
“But… I’m not good at singing!”
The eleven-year-old knew she should have felt insulted as Elise’s laughter filled the room and Fiasse giggled behind her hand, but instead she felt as if she belonged as she laughed, too.
Later that day, Fiasse stood by her window, gazing quietly out across the school grounds; the sun was setting, casting different hues of red and orange across a sky that eventually would become blue and purple. She sighed quietly and touched her hand to her cross, feeling the warmth radiating from it.
“So,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “What do you think… Sweet Song?”
A moment of silence; then, the sound of a computer-generated English voice filled the room.
“I believe she has lost her way, ma’am.”
“Given time, I think Elise and I can help her find it again. Do you think so, Sweet Song?” “There is no reason to doubt you, ma’am.”
Fiasse laughed quietly and opened her eyes, touching her hand to the glass as stars gleamed to life.
“It’s nice to know you’re confident enough for the two of us, Sweet Song.” “I do what I can, ma’am.”
The room in Elise’s apartment was a little smaller than what Nanoha had been used to, but all things considered it was a good room. It had been decorated sparsely, with the thought being that a little girl would live within it but that she could choose what she liked when she was ready. A small lamp had been placed by her bedside and left on, perhaps with the intention of soothing her on her supposed first night away from home.
It certainly wasn’t Nanoha’s first night away from home, sleeping in a bed that wasn’t her own, but as she sat there, tightly clenching her bed sheets and feeling her eyes sting, she wondered why it felt so different.
She shook her head furiously, wiping her eyes. Knock it off, she ordered herself mentally as tears rose again. This isn’t your first time away from home. It’s not like you haven’t been homesick before. This is just like any other time.
Just like any other time, except for the fact that Raising Heart wasn’t lying on her drawer, and she had severed all ties with the people she’d considered her closest friends. Feeling a lump well in her throat, Nanoha allowed a soft whimper to escape.
Maybe this wasn’t like any other time, after all.
“I thought you’d have a rough time tonight.”
Nanoha knew it was Elise’s voice, but as her head snapped up and she stared, she gaped; the words had been spoken not in English, like she’d been hearing all day, but in Japanese. Fluent Japanese, too, without any trace of an accent. Elise smiled briefly as she stood in the doorway, gripping two glasses in her hands; she started in, moving slowly to balance the glasses.
“I spent most of my childhood in Japan, as did Fiasse,” the blonde informed her, carefully settling on the bed and putting one glass on the drawer. “We’re both fluent in Japanese, and I figured you’d be more comfortable with it.” She rolled her shoulders briefly before holding the glass out to Nanoha. “Here, drink this.”
Nanoha blinked several times before taking the glass; it felt warm in her hands. “Um…”
“It’s warm milk mixed with cinnamon.” Elise reached over to retrieve her own glass, taking a deep drink. “My mother used to make it for me when I had trouble sleeping. I thought it would help.”
Nanoha hesitated briefly; she nodded quietly, murmuring a soft “Thank you” as she lifted the glass to her lips. Elise lowered her own glass but kept her hold on it, observing the younger girl over the rim. After a few minutes of drinking, Nanoha lowered the glass and licked her lips, smiling timidly at Elise. “It’s good.”
“That’s a relief.” Chuckling, Elise swallowed another mouthful of milk. “Ever since I’ve been on my own I’ve only made it for myself, so I’ve never known if it’s still as good to anyone else.”
The brunette giggled before lifting her glass to her lips again, taking another long drink; content, Elise set her glass back on the drawer and leaned against the pillows, her eyes half-closed and content. Watching Nanoha out of the corner of her eye, she noted the younger girl had finished her glass completely and smiled quietly to herself, closing her eyes.
For a moment, Nanoha watched Elise timidly, not sure if the blonde was asleep or if it was just a rouse so she could lower her guard. After a moment, she pulled the covers closer to her chin and inched closer to Elise, watching her nervously all the while. When Elise didn’t stir she scooted a little closer, so their sides were touching; but still, the older woman kept her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even.
More confident now, Nanoha scooted closer still and rested her cheek against Elise’s shoulder, one hand coming up so her fingers could tangle in long golden locks that had been left unbound and felt as silky as they looked. With a tired sigh the brunette closed her eyes and, in the way of children, was asleep in minutes.
After a moment, Elise opened one eye, surveying her charge silently; she smiled slightly before closing her eye and settled down again, letting sleep claim her.
In the darkness of Elise’s kitchen, an opened envelope lay on the table. It wasn’t marked; all that had been written on it was her own address. The blonde had opened it briefly to look at the contents before placing it back inside, intending to leave it until morning.
Inside the envelope, gleaming and completely repaired, was Raising Heart.
Elise decided to give the device to Nanoha tomorrow. It would be a nice way to surprise her
On my end, the hardest thing about this was writing Elise and Fiasse, as I'm only familiar with their OVA selves and... yeah, the OVA's only 4 episodes long. I aso had a pretty rough time with Nanoha, but hopefully she isn't too OOC...
Well this was good. Aww, Elise and Nanoha are so cute. I didn't think Nanoha was OoC. I kind of thought Elise was because of the way she acted in Triangle Heart. But she could have changed after the whole incident. Either way I'm liking it, and I'm glad Raising Heart is fixed.
That's why I was thinking of having Elise or Fiasse be joint masters with Nanoha; that way it's not totally on her shoulders to provide Kuon with enough magic to not only survive, but to have a human form and to be able to fight on her own. That can be done, right? Familiars with joint or sub masters after their original master that created them?
And Code Geass? Ah, I never watched that, so...
Joint masters, don't know if it can actually happen, I know Satashi's 6th Division Arf had joint masters (Fate and Nanoha) but shes the only one that I can remember to write such. I still think they should be partners but like I said Its your Fic do what you want (and have Fun with it )
as for Knigh of one's geass
Spoiler for watch this:
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"For Life is experience, and longevity is, in the end, measured by memory, and those with a thousand tales to tell have indeed lived longer then any who embrace the mundane."
Hey that wouldn't be too bad of an idea to have Yuuno return as Nanoha's familiar / confidant.
Due to the crushing guilt following Nanoha's accident (as Yuuno feels it's his fault for letting Nanoha get to such a state), he's been training to become a better defender / supporter rather than working as Chief Librarian. Thusly, Nanoha's reemergence causes him to drop everything and rush over to her side, if anything for penitence and to be her friend again. and maybe for some delicious yuunoha yaaaaay~
2008-10-19, 09:32
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