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[00-Raiser]

Quick follow up from the last fic

Spoiler for The Code:

“Well then Yuuno.” Chrono said as he calmly sipped his tea. “I believe you have some explaining to do.”

“I… I don’t know what you want me to say…” Yuuno replied.

“Let’s start with what you think you’re doing dating my sister.”

“Well, at first we were just spending hours working on cases together, and then we started going to dinner afterwards, and then we promised to meet more outside of work, and before we knew it we were a couple…”

“How long has this been going on?”

“… A few years now.”

“I see.” Chrono refilled his cup. “I suppose I should say I’m impressed you’ve managed to hide it from me for so long.”

“Sorry, I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn’t think you’d take it well…”

“You got that right.” Chrono frowned. “Damn it, ferret, it’s rule one of The Man Code!”

“I know and I kept reminding myself of that, but… I couldn’t help it, I just… fell in love, she felt the same and…”

Chrono sighed into his tea again. “I should probably kick your ass, but I’d rather not get Fate angry with me… And in hindsight I suppose Fate has been happier than usual these past few years… And I suppose since it’s you I can trust you with her…”

“… Chrono…” Yuuno smiled slightly.

“… You’re too much of a wuss to take advantage of her, after all.” The admiral put a forkful of cake into his mouth.

“… I don’t know if I should be happy or pissed off about that…” Yuuno muttered.

“This goes without saying,” Chrono continued flatly. “But if you ever do anything to hurt her I’ll load you into the Claudia’s main cannon and fire you into the nearest black hole. After I light you on fire. Got it?”

“Loud and clear…” Yuuno laughed nervously.

“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.” Chrono nodded, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.

“So… can you get off me now?”

Chrono looked down at the man who was pinned to the floor. “After cake.”

“… You know rule one of the code has a second part to it, right?”

“… Don’t push it.”

In other news, put up a new poll on my FF.net profile.

Page claim for Yuuno/Fate

[Tiresias]

Now I have a sudden urge to rewatch How I met Your Mother

“… You know rule one of the code as a second part to it, right?”

“… You know rule one of the code has a second part to it, right?”

Voted.

[Nanya01]

Updated Blood That Flows for anyone who wants to read it on FF.Net.

Edit: Raiser: ha ha! Poor Yuuno. Then again, you know, Fate *IS* his sister. Big brother instincts kick in too much. XD

[Kaijo]

Posted Future Tense, Chapter 25: Extrication, Part 1 to ff.net.

I thought quite a bit about how and whether to change things, but in the end, I realized I could be debating and rewriting this for months. So, only made a few edits to make certain sections a bit easier to read. If you aren't finding this chapter or arc very interesting, and feel this "detour" was unneeded, just relax with the knowledge that it will be over in the next chapter, one way or another. There shouldn't be any real detours left after this, either. Your questions, concerns, and theories will soon be answered....

[Nanya01]

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Spoiler for Blood That Flows - New Part 36:

Lyos was about to say something to Xellos, regarding that last comment, when the Trickster Priest turned his head to the side and smiled slightly. "Ah, right on time."

"Huh?" Lyos blinked as he felt something... Familiar and interesting heading right for them. Turning, he saw an orange object flying towards them at high speeds. "Is that..."

"Seems to be a companion of your friends." Sirius said, blinking as the energy disappeared and the person that was surrounding it bounced off the ground a few times, before sliding to a stop right in front of them. "...Don't you know how to land?"

Yuuno groaned and looked up. "I only just started to learn how to use this power, I can't figure out how to use it and my normal power at the same time yet." He dusted the dirt off of his body. "Ugh, I hit the ground too hard."

Xellos raised an eyebrow at that. "You know, you could have switched to your normal power before you landed."

"I tried." Yuuno shook his head. "This is... Pretty overwhelming. It's hard to just turn it off. It's like..."

"Every part of your being is covered in it and trying to stop it is like trying to stop breathing." Sirius spoke up, getting a nod from Yuuno. "It will take some time for you to figure out how to use your regular magic and your new power."

Yuuno nodded and blinked as Xellos suddenly went stiff and growled. "What?" Honestly, he was a bit intimidated by the Mazoku Priest. He hadn't tried fighting them, but from what he understood, he probably couldn't win in a direct confrontation against this guy. Hell, he only managed to do what he did to Riksfalto because he had help from Gourry, Chrono and Shiro. He wasn't sure if he could do the same here.

It wasn't his fault for thinking so violently, the only experiences he had with Mazoku was Death Bringer, Alicia and now Riksfalto. Xellos... Well, he wasn't sure what to think about this Mazoku.

"Seems that Filia-chan's little clan did something stupid." Xellos shook his head and frowned. "My little spy that I left there wasn't too... Informative, but it seems that some of the Dragons... Hmm..." He shook his head and frowned heavily. "Seems that the game has changed, heavily."

"What?" Yuuno blinked as Xellos held up a finger.

"That... Is a secret."

(---)

Dynast looked around the snow-covered mountains and snorted to himself. "Just like home." Though it was a lot warmer than his own personal lair. "So, this..." He snorted and narrowed his eyes. "This is where the weapon is sealed?"

"Yes, Lord Dynast." Dyn said as he entered the temple. "The Ancient Dragons held the weapon here, before sealing it away. We then, after dealing with them, put further seals on this place, to prevent others from getting to it."

Dynast nodded, even he couldn't break through these barriers. "Vrabazard's power?"

"Before he unjustly took our power from us, yes. However, we can still open the barriers up, as we have to make sure that Galveria is safely sealed away at all times." Dyn walked up to the first barrier and started chanting a Holy spell.

Dynast smirked as he watched Dyn start to undo the barriers. Soon, soon he would have what he needed. Soon he would...

Stare as the barrier didn't budge an inch. "What's going on?"

"I... I'm not sure!" Dyn stared at the barrier. "I personally put the barrier up myself! Why... Why won't it lower?"

"I suppose, that since you have regained the power that was stripped from you, the barrier no longer sees you as worthy." Sherra spoke up as she walked forward and put a hand on it. "Yep. It's rejecting you, the spirits of this place are quite angry at you." She grinned at him. "So, I hope you have a back-up plan?"

Dyn frowned, he couldn't go back to the other Dragons, they wouldn't help him, not after what he did. The other tribes would be worthless, none of them had a connection to Vrabazard like his clan did. "Wait... There is one Dragon who can help us."

"You mean the one that fighting against Valgaav?" Sherra grinned as he nodded. "Oh, I know where she is. Lord Dynast," she turned to him and bowed, "allow me to get Galveria for you."

"Of course." He nodded and disappeared. "I think I'll head into a city nearby... I could... Use a small snack."

"Where is Filia then?" Dyn asked Sherra, who grinned at him.

"We're going right to her. Well, you are, I'll stay hidden." The blue-haired Mazoku grinned as the group teleported away.

[vic-vic]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

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Spoiler for Blood That Flows - New Part 36:

Lyos was about to say something to Xellos, regarding that last comment, when the Trickster Priest turned his head to the side and smiled slightly. "Ah, right on time."

"Huh?" Lyos blinked as he felt something... Familiar and interesting heading right for them. Turning, he saw an orange object flying towards them at high speeds. "Is that..."

"Seems to be a companion of your friends." Sirius said, blinking as the energy disappeared and the person that was surrounding it bounced off the ground a few times, before sliding to a stop right in front of them. "...Don't you know how to land?"

Yuuno groaned and looked up. "I only just started to learn how to use this power, I can't figure out how to use it and my normal power at the same time yet." He dusted the dirt off of his body. "Ugh, I hit the ground too hard."

Xellos raised an eyebrow at that. "You know, you could have switched to your normal power before you landed."

"I tried." Yuuno shook his head. "This is... Pretty overwhelming. It's hard to just turn it off. It's like..."

"Every part of your being is covered in it and trying to stop it is like trying to stop breathing." Sirius spoke up, getting a nod from Yuuno. "It will take some time for you to figure out how to use your regular magic and your new power."

Yuuno nodded and blinked as Xellos suddenly went stiff and growled. "What?" Honestly, he was a bit intimidated by the Mazoku Priest. He hadn't tried fighting them, but from what he understood, he probably couldn't win in a direct confrontation against this guy. Hell, he only managed to do what he did to Riksfalto because he had help from Gourry, Chrono and Shiro. He wasn't sure if he could do the same here.

It wasn't his fault for thinking so violently, the only experiences he had with Mazoku was Death Bringer, Alicia and now Riksfalto. Xellos... Well, he wasn't sure what to think about this Mazoku.

"Seems that Filia-chan's little clan did something stupid." Xellos shook his head and frowned. "My little spy that I left there wasn't too... Informative, but it seems that some of the Dragons... Hmm..." He shook his head and frowned heavily. "Seems that the game has changed, heavily."

"What?" Yuuno blinked as Xellos held up a finger.

"That... Is a secret."

(---)

Dynast looked around the snow-covered mountains and snorted to himself. "Just like home." Though it was a lot warmer than his own personal lair. "So, this..." He snorted and narrowed his eyes. "This is where the weapon is sealed?"

"Yes, Lord Dynast." Dyn said as he entered the temple. "The Ancient Dragons held the weapon here, before sealing it away. We then, after dealing with them, put further seals on this place, to prevent others from getting to it."

Dynast nodded, even he couldn't break through these barriers. "Vrabazard's power?"

"Before he unjustly took our power from us, yes. However, we can still open the barriers up, as we have to make sure that Galveria is safely sealed away at all times." Dyn walked up to the first barrier and started chanting a Holy spell.

Dynast smirked as he watched Dyn start to undo the barriers. Soon, soon he would have what he needed. Soon he would...

Stare as the barrier didn't budge an inch. "What's going on?"

"I... I'm not sure!" Dyn stared at the barrier. "I personally put the barrier up myself! Why... Why won't it lower?"

"I suppose, that since you have regained the power that was stripped from you, the barrier no longer sees you as worthy." Sherra spoke up as she walked forward and put a hand on it. "Yep. It's rejecting you, the spirits of this place are quite angry at you." She grinned at him. "So, I hope you have a back-up plan?"

Dyn frowned, he couldn't go back to the other Dragons, they wouldn't help him, not after what he did. The other tribes would be worthless, none of them had a connection to Vrabazard like his clan did. "Wait... There is one Dragon who can help us."

"You mean the one that fighting against Valgaav?" Sherra grinned as he nodded. "Oh, I know where she is. Lord Dynast," she turned to him and bowed, "allow me to get Galveria for you."

"Of course." He nodded and disappeared. "I think I'll head into a city nearby... I could... Use a small snack."

"Where is Filia then?" Dyn asked Sherra, who grinned at him.

"We're going right to her. Well, you are, I'll stay hidden." The blue-haired Mazoku grinned as the group teleported away.

Nah, asking Xellos a question is like try to push steamroller.

And Filia must run for her life.

[Moczo]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

I sense people trying to take over my topic. J/K!

And, Shiroi, yes, the movie *DID* inspire the last part, but, no, it wasn't because it was good. The movie annoyed the hell outta me. I don't recommend it personally.

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"Wow!" Gourry smiled as he put away Gorun Nova and walked up to the kids. "That was impressive!"

Shiro nodded and blinked as Yuuno slumped, his hair was stark white, from the effort of casting six high-level Shamanistic spells at once. "So... What was up with the shibari binds on her?"

"Uhh..." Yuuno sweated as Shiro gave him a meaningful look. How could he explain this one?

As he looked at the sweating Yuuno, Chrono had a meaningful look on his face. Something like that... 'What kind of potential do you have?' He would never had thought to do something like that, hell, he wasn't sure if he could do something like that He shook his head and looked around, narrowing his eyes. He couldn't hear any birds and the wind suddenly started to blow gently. Something caught the corner of his eyes and he turned and stared.

After a few moments, Gourry noticed the look on his face and blinked. "What is it, Chrono? Eat something that didn't agree with you?" Chrono shook his head even as he paled. "What? Did Timmy fall down the well again?" Gourry's eyes lit up. "Oh, I know! I know! I can save fifteen percent on my armor insurance by switching to Greyko! I'll go do that when I get home!"

Chrono pointed a shaky finger away from the group. "N...No way!"

The wind suddenly picked up and Gourry and Shiro both turned and gaped as they saw Riksfalto's sillouette in a cloud of dust. "What the?!" The two weren't sure how she survived that. And to be in good condition...

That last thought was blown away as the dust was blown away and Riksfalto became clear to see, her left leg had black "blood" running down it, her right arm seemed to be torn up, blood covered her face, though if they looked closer, they could see that the "blood" was threatening to break away and turn into nothingness. She was panting hard and moving towards them, limping slowly as she twitched with every step. "Haa... Haa..." Her hands were twitching as she looked at them through her one good eye. "That... Hurt..." Her shoulders shook before she threw her head back and laughed. "I've NEVER came so close to death in all my life, kiddo!" She grinned at Yuuno, who was looking at her with dread.

"H...How?" Yuuno panted as he looked at her. It shouldn't have been possible. How could she survive something like that?

"I'd be dead if you got that off a moment sooner." Riksfalto groaned, it felt like her body was trying to tear itself apart. "Rraaa..." She let out through gritted teeth. Damn, she might just die from the effort of trying to hold together her Astral body at this rate.

"How did you survive?" Shiro asked as he and Gourry readied their weapons.

Riksfalto smirked at him. "Heh... I got an arm free just before the spell hit me... I severed part of my Astral Body and escaped just in time. It was a favored trick of Hellmaster Phibrizzo. To be honest, I'm sure that what you just used could kill any Mazoku short of Lord Ruby-Eyes." Hell, with that trick, the fallen lord could survive anything short of The Lord of Nightmares. Even the Giga Slave wasn't a guarantee against him.

At least as far as Riksfalto knew.

Sadly, for Riksfalto, she had to sever most of her Astral Body to survive. Thankfully her sword was a part of her, so it wasn't too hard to use that to use that to pull herself together.

"I don't think she can fight for too much longer." Gourry said as Gorun Nova hummed softly.

Shiro nodded at him. "I think I can distract her long enough for you to get a good shot."

Gourry grimaced softly. "These guys are really tough, I'm not sure I can cut her."

"We'll have to try." Shiro nodded as the two gripped their weapons and rushed Riksfalto.

Riksfalto growled as they rushed her, ducking under Gourry's attack, she punched him in the gut, causing him to stumble back, before she grabbed Shiro's sword and squeezed the blade hard. "Do you REALLY think that you're ANY use at all?!" She growled as the blade cracked and gave way under the pressure, before shattering to her superior grip. "That was pathetOW!" She yelped as she jumped away, her hand falling to the ground and black energy spilling out from the wound. "What the hell?" She looked as Shiro's sword fell apart...

Revealing a far thinner sword underneath. "That... That's impossible!" She growled as Shiro narrowed his eyes and dashed in before she could react and slashed upwards, cleaving off her right arm, causing black energy to spill out of her body in a rapid torrent. "GRAAAAHHH!!" She fell to her knees and gripped at the wound. "There's... No... Wait..." Her face dawned with recognition. "The Blast Sword?! How the HELL DID YOU GET THAT SWORD?!"

"It was just laying around, it seems to work well enough on you."

Riksfalto growled as she looked at Shiro, then at Gourry, who was back on her feet, then at Chrono, who was pointing his weapon at her. "Haa... Haa..." She smirked at Yuuno. "You... Kid..." Honestly, she didn't know what to think of him, he was interesting, far more interesting than she would have thought a human could be.

Before anyone could make a move, Yuuno was surrounded by fire that spiraled into the sky, before he disappeared, along with the fire.

"Well, shit..." Riksfalto cursed. "Vrabazard's involved? Screw this, I'm going home." She smirked painfully as her body faded from view. "I wonder if that Dragon Lord will eat him or not."

For some reason, the thought of Vrabazard eating that kid rather upset the Mazoku General.

Spoiler for Notes:

I know, I know. The Blast Sword isn't where Try was taking place. But, as Fosfor once said, this is canon, we must rape it.

For those who don't know, the Blast Sword shows up in the novels after Hellmaster's defeat. It's a sword sharp enough to cut through ANYTHING, even Mazoku. Hell, at full power, the thing can harm Shabranigdo for crying out loud!

Oh yes, one last thing.

In the novels, Hellmaster DOES tank the Giga Slave. Granted, it's the version Lina used against Shabranigdo, but he TANKS the spell. He gets up and goes "Suppressing that spell REALLY HURT!!"

Lina HAD to cast the Perfect Giga Slave against Hellmaster to win. There was no other way. And, yes, Hellmaster always did leave behind pieces of himself to avoid getting killed by various spells.

*Again running through three chapters in succession*

Well, clearly Yuuno's been paying attention to his Astral magic lessons.

Not a bad couple of chapters, with the fight against Riksfalto obviously standing out as the best part. Though... maybe I missed it, but the Blast Sword, a legendary weapon capable of slaying even Mazoku, was really just lying around for Shiro to find? Well, whatever, at least he's not useless anymore, so it's all good.

[Yasanagi]

Spoiler for Lyrical Magical Wrestler Nanoha-Chan Part II:

Yuuno’s eyes bugged out on hearing what Nanoha just said. “Wrestling?!”

“Yep!”

“Since when did you do wrestling?” Nobody ever told him about this!

She paused for a moment to recall when she started that particular activity. “It was an unplanned part of my original recovery program about seven years ago. Since I had to let my Linker Core recover, I couldn’t do any sort of magical training even though my body was ready for regular exercise again after six months. Then I saw a wrestling club forming in my junior high school and really got into it when I wasn’t on duty at the Bureau.”

“I see.” He could easily understand her enthusiasm since he saw it first hand when she put herself through intense training and practice to hone her magic.

“It took a while to push through for a timeslot since most of the time this space is used for Strike Arts classes. It’s really hard getting space too and we need to keep a certain average turnout to keep the club floating. Otherwise, they’ll just let this place be used for Strike Arts classes again.”

“So why are there no other people here?” asked Yuuno.

“Well, all I know is that the other regular club members all felt under the weather and left messages that they weren’t coming! This is pretty bad…”

He noted the glum look on Nanoha’s face. “How so?”

“We need to maintain a certain average turnout in order to keep our space and timeslot. If today’s club meeting is cancelled…”

“You couldn’t get anybody else to come?”

“Everybody else I know is too occupied with work or other commitments. And even though I’ve been pushing word out about the club throughout the base, it’s been hard getting people to attend.”

‘Probably because everyone’s aware of how enthusiastic you are when acting as OPFOR in your training sessions?’ Of course, Yuuno didn’t say it out loud. “I see. But are you sure that I’ll suffice?”

That sunny smile came back again. “It’ll be fine! I can claim that you’re acting as a second to help me practice submission hold escapes!”

“Okay…” He still wasn’t certain what he was getting into.

“I’m honestly glad you came. We hardly get to do anything together with our schedules constantly keeping us busy so…”

Whatever doubt he may have had started to wash away. “Alright… what do I need to do?”

“I want to start with doing a reversal out of an aerial hold. Here’s how it goes…”

A moment later, he found himself in a peculiar position. He had shed his jacket and shoes so that it would be easier for him to work on the mat. Right now, he was lying on his back with his legs up in the air. His hands had a good grasp on Nanoha’s wrists while his feet could feel her outer thighs. Essentially, as long as he kept his legs up and his hands didn’t let go of her wrists, she wouldn’t be able to move much. “So now what?”

“I’m going to start! You better brace yourself, Yuuno-kun!”

“Brace myself for wha-”

*CRACK* *CRACK*

Yuuno’s eyes went wide. ‘She dislocated both her shoulders?!’ He didn’t have any further time to think about it as the young woman’s hands managed to get a hold around his wrists and her legs locked with his own before she used her entire body weight and created enough momentum to throw him over herself and on to the next mat. ‘How is that possible?!’

His green eyes managed to make out Nanoha resetting her shoulder joints by herself, which boggled his mind even further. This was probably the first time he had ever seen someone dislocate their joints and reset them at will. Before he could get up, his partner had already pinned him down on the mat with her legs and had his right arm in her grasp.

“Lyrical Magical Armlock!”

And it pretty much all went downhill for him from there as the following technique names listed below… were not very pleasant at all.

“Lyrical Magical Cross Legged Lock!”

“Lyrical Magical Step-Over Toe-Hold Facelock!”

“Lyrical Magical Standing Neck Lock!”

“Lyrical Magical Telephone Arm Lock!”

**********

Amitie frowned as she met her partner in a secluded part of one of the city parks. “So let me get this straight: by surviving all of the Lyrical Magical submission holds, this Scrya person’s self esteem gets improved?”

“His feeling of self worth at least when it comes to the Ace of Aces will rise. This will lower the probability of him going off on his own. Of course, I ensured that his skeletal structure was buffed enough to withstand the entire series while just temporarily forcing Ms. Takamachi’s common sense to take a nap until she got through the entire series.”

“Seriously?”

Kyrie nodded happily. “Yes! It’s a bit weird but trust me when I say that it all works out!”

Amitie sighed before asking her next question. “So how did the impact analysis turn out?”

“Hmmm… the class five timeline has been negated and I’ve calculated a 0.42 phase variance when-”

“A 0.42 PHASE VARIANCE?!”

“You’re overreacting again, Amitie-chan” grumbled Kyrie.

“I am not overreacting!” exclaimed Amitie. “Do you know how many events can take a different outcome thanks to a phase variance 0.03 and above?! What if something like the Eclipse Event turns out differently?! It can affect all of space and time and even our own ancestry!”

The pink haired girl ignored her partner and tapped a button on her advanced looking wrist watch. “Requesting transport home.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Are you even listening to me?!” screeched the red head.

Kyrie rolled her eyes as a time gate opened near their position. “You always say the same speech every single time there’s a phase variance that doesn’t fall within your narrow definitions. Look, we weren’t noticed and there certainly won’t be any long lasting harmful events so just chill out already! Future events will play out as they were meant to be!”

“Fine. Be that way. But I can’t wait to see your face when you get back to HQ and find out that I never existed!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll still be around!” said Kyrie cheerfully as the two entered the gate. “After all, I need a scapegoat that I can use in case someone discovers that I borrowed some Dragon Tranquilizer from our great, great, great, great grandmother!”

**********

‘I want to do something for him since I really went overboard back there but what should I do?’ wondered Nanoha as she walked through the corridors of the hospital wing, not really paying any attention to the chatter around her. ‘Cook him something? No, that doesn’t feel like it’s enough…’

“It really helps when nurses devote themselves to care for you! Like a white angel!”

She paused for a moment as her ears picked up some stray conversation between two male patients. ‘A white angel?! That’s it!’ It hit her like a sign from heaven with that accompanying choir close behind singing a chorus (Ahh, ahh B-Gata, H-Kei~!) that accompanied a divine revelation. ‘Guys should like this sort of stuff, right? Alright… get ready, Yuuno-kun because Magical Nurse Nanoha-chan is on the case!’

Somewhere else in the hospital room, the bedridden Librarian felt an odd chill go down his spine.

Combination of me rewatching 'Dai Mahou Touge' and the wrestling pic of Yuuno and Nanoha equals the wrestling short I did. Not my best work but I just wanted to get it out.

[Moczo]

Originally Posted by Yasanagi

Spoiler for Lyrical Magical Wrestler Nanoha-Chan Part II:

Yuuno’s eyes bugged out on hearing what Nanoha just said. “Wrestling?!”

“Yep!”

“Since when did you do wrestling?” Nobody ever told him about this!

She paused for a moment to recall when she started that particular activity. “It was an unplanned part of my original recovery program about seven years ago. Since I had to let my Linker Core recover, I couldn’t do any sort of magical training even though my body was ready for regular exercise again after six months. Then I saw a wrestling club forming in my junior high school and really got into it when I wasn’t on duty at the Bureau.”

“I see.” He could easily understand her enthusiasm since he saw it first hand when she put herself through intense training and practice to hone her magic.

“It took a while to push through for a timeslot since most of the time this space is used for Strike Arts classes. It’s really hard getting space too and we need to keep a certain average turnout to keep the club floating. Otherwise, they’ll just let this place be used for Strike Arts classes again.”

“So why are there no other people here?” asked Yuuno.

“Well, all I know is that the other regular club members all felt under the weather and left messages that they weren’t coming! This is pretty bad…”

He noted the glum look on Nanoha’s face. “How so?”

“We need to maintain a certain average turnout in order to keep our space and timeslot. If today’s club meeting is cancelled…”

“You couldn’t get anybody else to come?”

“Everybody else I know is too occupied with work or other commitments. And even though I’ve been pushing word out about the club throughout the base, it’s been hard getting people to attend.”

‘Probably because everyone’s aware of how enthusiastic you are when acting as OPFOR in your training sessions?’ Of course, Yuuno didn’t say it out loud. “I see. But are you sure that I’ll suffice?”

That sunny smile came back again. “It’ll be fine! I can claim that you’re acting as a second to help me practice submission hold escapes!”

“Okay…” He still wasn’t certain what he was getting into.

“I’m honestly glad you came. We hardly get to do anything together with our schedules constantly keeping us busy so…”

Whatever doubt he may have had started to wash away. “Alright… what do I need to do?”

“I want to start with doing a reversal out of an aerial hold. Here’s how it goes…”

A moment later, he found himself in a peculiar position. He had shed his jacket and shoes so that it would be easier for him to work on the mat. Right now, he was lying on his back with his legs up in the air. His hands had a good grasp on Nanoha’s wrists while his feet could feel her outer thighs. Essentially, as long as he kept his legs up and his hands didn’t let go of her wrists, she wouldn’t be able to move much. “So now what?”

“I’m going to start! You better brace yourself, Yuuno-kun!”

“Brace myself for wha-”

*CRACK* *CRACK*

Yuuno’s eyes went wide. ‘She dislocated both her shoulders?!’ He didn’t have any further time to think about it as the young woman’s hands managed to get a hold around his wrists and her legs locked with his own before she used her entire body weight and created enough momentum to throw him over herself and on to the next mat. ‘How is that possible?!’

His green eyes managed to make out Nanoha resetting her shoulder joints by herself, which boggled his mind even further. This was probably the first time he had ever seen someone dislocate their joints and reset them at will. Before he could get up, his partner had already pinned him down on the mat with her legs and had his right arm in her grasp.

“Lyrical Magical Armlock!”

And it pretty much all went downhill for him from there as the following technique names listed below… were not very pleasant at all.

“Lyrical Magical Cross Legged Lock!”

“Lyrical Magical Step-Over Toe-Hold Facelock!”

“Lyrical Magical Standing Neck Lock!”

“Lyrical Magical Telephone Arm Lock!”

**********

Amitie frowned as she met her partner in a secluded part of one of the city parks. “So let me get this straight: by surviving all of the Lyrical Magical submission holds, this Scrya person’s self esteem gets improved?”

“His feeling of self worth at least when it comes to the Ace of Aces will rise. This will lower the probability of him going off on his own. Of course, I ensured that his skeletal structure was buffed enough to withstand the entire series while just temporarily forcing Ms. Takamachi’s common sense to take a nap until she got through the entire series.”

“Seriously?”

Kyrie nodded happily. “Yes! It’s a bit weird but trust me when I say that it all works out!”

Amitie sighed before asking her next question. “So how did the impact analysis turn out?”

“Hmmm… the class five timeline has been negated and I’ve calculated a 0.42 phase variance when-”

“A 0.42 PHASE VARIANCE?!”

“You’re overreacting again, Amitie-chan” grumbled Kyrie.

“I am not overreacting!” exclaimed Amitie. “Do you know how many events can take a different outcome thanks to a phase variance 0.03 and above?! What if something like the Eclipse Event turns out differently?! It can affect all of space and time and even our own ancestry!”

The pink haired girl ignored her partner and tapped a button on her advanced looking wrist watch. “Requesting transport home.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Are you even listening to me?!” screeched the red head.

Kyrie rolled her eyes as a time gate opened near their position. “You always say the same speech every single time there’s a phase variance that doesn’t fall within your narrow definitions. Look, we weren’t noticed and there certainly won’t be any long lasting harmful events so just chill out already! Future events will play out as they were meant to be!”

“Fine. Be that way. But I can’t wait to see your face when you get back to HQ and find out that I never existed!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll still be around!” said Kyrie cheerfully as the two entered the gate. “After all, I need a scapegoat that I can use in case someone discovers that I borrowed some Dragon Tranquilizer from our great, great, great, great grandmother!”

**********

‘I want to do something for him since I really went overboard back there but what should I do?’ wondered Nanoha as she walked through the corridors of the hospital wing, not really paying any attention to the chatter around her. ‘Cook him something? No, that doesn’t feel like it’s enough…’

“It really helps when nurses devote themselves to care for you! Like a white angel!”

She paused for a moment as her ears picked up some stray conversation between two male patients. ‘A white angel?! That’s it!’ It hit her like a sign from heaven with that accompanying choir close behind singing a chorus (Ahh, ahh B-Gata, H-Kei~!) that accompanied a divine revelation. ‘Guys should like this sort of stuff, right? Alright… get ready, Yuuno-kun because Magical Nurse Nanoha-chan is on the case!’

Somewhere else in the hospital room, the bedridden Librarian felt an odd chill go down his spine.

Combination of me rewatching 'Dai Mahou Touge' and the wrestling pic of Yuuno and Nanoha equals the wrestling short I did. Not my best work but I just wanted to get it out.

I... er... never pictured Nanoha as a wrestling enthusiast.

But, well... in an odd sort of way, it fits. Not a bad little short, Yasa.

[00-Raiser]

Originally Posted by Yasanagi

Spoiler for Lyrical Magical Wrestler Nanoha-Chan Part II:

Yuuno’s eyes bugged out on hearing what Nanoha just said. “Wrestling?!”

“Yep!”

“Since when did you do wrestling?” Nobody ever told him about this!

She paused for a moment to recall when she started that particular activity. “It was an unplanned part of my original recovery program about seven years ago. Since I had to let my Linker Core recover, I couldn’t do any sort of magical training even though my body was ready for regular exercise again after six months. Then I saw a wrestling club forming in my junior high school and really got into it when I wasn’t on duty at the Bureau.”

“I see.” He could easily understand her enthusiasm since he saw it first hand when she put herself through intense training and practice to hone her magic.

“It took a while to push through for a timeslot since most of the time this space is used for Strike Arts classes. It’s really hard getting space too and we need to keep a certain average turnout to keep the club floating. Otherwise, they’ll just let this place be used for Strike Arts classes again.”

“So why are there no other people here?” asked Yuuno.

“Well, all I know is that the other regular club members all felt under the weather and left messages that they weren’t coming! This is pretty bad…”

He noted the glum look on Nanoha’s face. “How so?”

“We need to maintain a certain average turnout in order to keep our space and timeslot. If today’s club meeting is cancelled…”

“You couldn’t get anybody else to come?”

“Everybody else I know is too occupied with work or other commitments. And even though I’ve been pushing word out about the club throughout the base, it’s been hard getting people to attend.”

‘Probably because everyone’s aware of how enthusiastic you are when acting as OPFOR in your training sessions?’ Of course, Yuuno didn’t say it out loud. “I see. But are you sure that I’ll suffice?”

That sunny smile came back again. “It’ll be fine! I can claim that you’re acting as a second to help me practice submission hold escapes!”

“Okay…” He still wasn’t certain what he was getting into.

“I’m honestly glad you came. We hardly get to do anything together with our schedules constantly keeping us busy so…”

Whatever doubt he may have had started to wash away. “Alright… what do I need to do?”

“I want to start with doing a reversal out of an aerial hold. Here’s how it goes…”

A moment later, he found himself in a peculiar position. He had shed his jacket and shoes so that it would be easier for him to work on the mat. Right now, he was lying on his back with his legs up in the air. His hands had a good grasp on Nanoha’s wrists while his feet could feel her outer thighs. Essentially, as long as he kept his legs up and his hands didn’t let go of her wrists, she wouldn’t be able to move much. “So now what?”

“I’m going to start! You better brace yourself, Yuuno-kun!”

“Brace myself for wha-”

*CRACK* *CRACK*

Yuuno’s eyes went wide. ‘She dislocated both her shoulders?!’ He didn’t have any further time to think about it as the young woman’s hands managed to get a hold around his wrists and her legs locked with his own before she used her entire body weight and created enough momentum to throw him over herself and on to the next mat. ‘How is that possible?!’

His green eyes managed to make out Nanoha resetting her shoulder joints by herself, which boggled his mind even further. This was probably the first time he had ever seen someone dislocate their joints and reset them at will. Before he could get up, his partner had already pinned him down on the mat with her legs and had his right arm in her grasp.

“Lyrical Magical Armlock!”

And it pretty much all went downhill for him from there as the following technique names listed below… were not very pleasant at all.

“Lyrical Magical Cross Legged Lock!”

“Lyrical Magical Step-Over Toe-Hold Facelock!”

“Lyrical Magical Standing Neck Lock!”

“Lyrical Magical Telephone Arm Lock!”

**********

Amitie frowned as she met her partner in a secluded part of one of the city parks. “So let me get this straight: by surviving all of the Lyrical Magical submission holds, this Scrya person’s self esteem gets improved?”

“His feeling of self worth at least when it comes to the Ace of Aces will rise. This will lower the probability of him going off on his own. Of course, I ensured that his skeletal structure was buffed enough to withstand the entire series while just temporarily forcing Ms. Takamachi’s common sense to take a nap until she got through the entire series.”

“Seriously?”

Kyrie nodded happily. “Yes! It’s a bit weird but trust me when I say that it all works out!”

Amitie sighed before asking her next question. “So how did the impact analysis turn out?”

“Hmmm… the class five timeline has been negated and I’ve calculated a 0.42 phase variance when-”

“A 0.42 PHASE VARIANCE?!”

“You’re overreacting again, Amitie-chan” grumbled Kyrie.

“I am not overreacting!” exclaimed Amitie. “Do you know how many events can take a different outcome thanks to a phase variance 0.03 and above?! What if something like the Eclipse Event turns out differently?! It can affect all of space and time and even our own ancestry!”

The pink haired girl ignored her partner and tapped a button on her advanced looking wrist watch. “Requesting transport home.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Are you even listening to me?!” screeched the red head.

Kyrie rolled her eyes as a time gate opened near their position. “You always say the same speech every single time there’s a phase variance that doesn’t fall within your narrow definitions. Look, we weren’t noticed and there certainly won’t be any long lasting harmful events so just chill out already! Future events will play out as they were meant to be!”

“Fine. Be that way. But I can’t wait to see your face when you get back to HQ and find out that I never existed!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll still be around!” said Kyrie cheerfully as the two entered the gate. “After all, I need a scapegoat that I can use in case someone discovers that I borrowed some Dragon Tranquilizer from our great, great, great, great grandmother!”

**********

‘I want to do something for him since I really went overboard back there but what should I do?’ wondered Nanoha as she walked through the corridors of the hospital wing, not really paying any attention to the chatter around her. ‘Cook him something? No, that doesn’t feel like it’s enough…’

“It really helps when nurses devote themselves to care for you! Like a white angel!”

She paused for a moment as her ears picked up some stray conversation between two male patients. ‘A white angel?! That’s it!’ It hit her like a sign from heaven with that accompanying choir close behind singing a chorus (Ahh, ahh B-Gata, H-Kei~!) that accompanied a divine revelation. ‘Guys should like this sort of stuff, right? Alright… get ready, Yuuno-kun because Magical Nurse Nanoha-chan is on the case!’

Somewhere else in the hospital room, the bedridden Librarian felt an odd chill go down his spine.

Combination of me rewatching 'Dai Mahou Touge' and the wrestling pic of Yuuno and Nanoha equals the wrestling short I did. Not my best work but I just wanted to get it out.

Oh my, I don't think Yuuno's body is ready for this...

[deathcurse]

For those who've been waiting... Er, sorry that it's been so long!

RB and dc present a return to the craziness of the Uminari City Police! -- A mission that Yuuno refuses to take? Just what did Nanoha and Fate get themselves into??

Daily Activity Log of Officers F. Testarossa and N. Takamachi

Spoiler for Daily Activity Log #14, Jan-8-20XX, Mr. Bojangles:

Log #14
UCPD Log: Jan-8-20XX
Officers: F. Testarossa and N. Takamachi & H. Yagami and Y. Scrya
Mr. Bojangles

“Nanoha…” Fate said lowly.

“Yes?” That infuriating woman responded innocently.

“I swear,” Fate growled, tapping her fingers darkly on the steering wheel, “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to make you.”

"Doing what, Fate-chan?" The complete and utter picture of innocence, Nanoha smiled sweetly, lighting up when her cell phone chirped. "Signum-san! I have to tell you, I saw the most amazing equipment on my last case with Fate-chan. I think it's locked up—"

"Stop squealing over weapons, dammit!"

“Well,” pouted Nanoha, “what else am I supposed to do? It’s boring! We haven’t had any calls today, we’re just looping around the neighbourhood—and there’s only so many times we can drive by the station without me thinking of it…” Her eyes glazed over, a dazed smile on her face. “…a real Minigun…with Gatling-style rotating barrels…5 000 rounds per minute…”

“What are you going to do, mount it on our cruiser?” Fate said sarcastically, then winced as Nanoha turned that dazzled expression on her.

“Can we really?!?!”

“No.”

“Aw, Fate-chaaaaaaaan...”

“Pretending that it’s even possible—which it isn’t!—we don’t even have a sunroof for you to shoot it out of. So no.”

The brunette whined pleadingly, like a dog requesting a treat even as they knew they couldn't have one. "I could have Onee-chan install it!"

".... Since when could Miyuki do something like that?"

"Well, I could always teach her...."

"NO!"

Groaning, Fate rubbed her temples and prayed for a miracle. Usually she could deal with Nanoha much better than this when the woman got a little frisky, but the simple fact was, they hadn't gotten a call all day; they were both bored out of their skulls.

“Hmpf,” Nanoha sulked, slouching in her seat and kicked her boots up onto the dashboard, making a vein pop out in Fate’s forehead. “I should have partnered up with Yuuno-kun instead. He wouldn’t be so cruel to me! Or maybe with Signum-san—I bet you she’d already have a Minigun mounted on her squad car if we were together.”

“Which is probably why Chief Grahem didn’t pair you two up. He wants the city still in one piece by the end of the day.”

"We'd only chase people who deserve chasing!"

Fate didn't even get the chance to reply; she snatched up the radio, clicking the frequency. "Yeah, Testarossa here." Please, please, save me from trigger happy partners who are bored out of their skulls.

On the other end of the line, Hayate coughed. "Fate-chan, Nanoha-chan.... you aren't going to believe this."

“I don’t care if it’s on the force’s cracklist of calls, we’re up for it.”

“Well…” Hayate dragged out, a hitch in her voice that either hid indignation or hilarious laughter. Knowing her friend, Fate would put her money on the latter. “It is from the crack pile, but Shari’s whining that she’s gotten 20 calls from this lady in the past hour, so she asked me and Yuuno-kun to take care of it…but Yuuno’s not too happy about the subject matter, so will you two deal with it?”

Nanoha snatched the radio from Fate. “Yuuno-kun is refusing a call? Oh man, what is it, another pole dancer who lost her tips “somewhere” and wanted Yuuno-kun to “look for them”?”

Hayate couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore, and they heard indistinct sounds of Yuuno sputtering and protesting before Hayate managed to get enough breath back to say, “You’ll see when you get there! 118 Fleming Street.”

“Finally something to do!” Nanoha crowed, bouncing in her seat and snapping a new magazine into her handgun. “Hit the gas, Fate-chan!”

And despite the fact that it was grossly inappropriate and overkill for the current situation, Fate had to admit that she gunned the engine shamelessly, leaving a smoke trail behind.

**O**

"They took the call?"

Hayate grimaced and switched off the radio. "Yep. I'm kind of surprised they didn't ask for details, but I guess Nanoha-chan was really bored and driving Fate-chan crazy."

Yuuno cringed. "... Should we call them back and warn them?"

"Nah. It'll be hilarious to see their faces when they come back to headquarters to report it." Hayate grinned and grabbed Yuuno’s hand, yanking him into a jog. “We’d better get out of here ASAP—or else Nanoha-chan might go White Devil on us when she finds out!”

**O**

It was pretty obvious who had made the call, as the moment Fate pulled the squad car up into the neighbourhood street a door from one of the little dingy houses slammed open, crackling the screen door into the wall with a bang.

“Finally!” An old lady tottered out of the house, moving briskly with her walker down to where Fate had parked the car by the curb. “You two young ladies are here to help? That nice lady at the station told me that they finally managed to find some perfectly qualified officers to lend this old woman a hand!”

Fate blinked, then asked warily, “What do you mean, perfectly qualified?”

The old lady huffed and shifted her weight on her cane; from the look in her eyes, Fate suddenly feared she would be on the receiving end of a lecture. "Well, you see, there were two perfectly fit, well-adjusted young officers right on the corner of my street. But for some reason the young miss insisted that her lad wasn't good around cats."

"... Cats?" Fate blinked. Was the woman talking about Yuuno? It was no secret the man was deathly allergic to any and all felines.

“Are you deaf?” The old woman raised an eyebrow, giving her an exasperated look. “Yes, cats. My cat, specifically.”

Fate just stared at the lady, trying to keep up with the odd conversation. Thankfully, Nanoha jumped in at that moment.

“Er, ma’am, do you need help finding your cat?”

“Finding? No, no, he’s not lost.” When the old lady began to hobble over to the tall oak tree in the middle of her lawn, Fate felt her heart sinking.

“Oh…no…”

Perched up on one of the higher branches of the tree, the orange tabby licked his paw nonchalantly, his tailed wrapped tightly around his haunches. With a soft huff, he gazed down at Fate with bored yellow eyes, as if wordlessly daring her to even try following him up onto his perch.

Fate glared back up at the tomcat. If he had looked scared, her heart would have melted, but that kind of arrogant gaze? Oooh, she was tempted to just leave him up there.

A throat cleared behind her. “Well? Aren’t you two lasses going to do something?”

"How'd he get up so high?"

The old woman shrugged. "He's always enjoyed a good climb now and again. Keeps his body fit. But this morning he went all the way up there and he hasn't come down yet."

"... Young?" How old was that cat?

“I’ve had him since I was, oh,” the woman dithered, patting at her flowery dress, “a much younger woman.”

Fate made a choked sound, hastily trying to school her expression.

“Oh, he must be a very young cat then!” Nanoha said gallantly, blinking her charming wide blue eyes at the old woman.

Before the old lady could respond, or Fate could regain her composure, Nanoha glanced up the tree, noting how tall it was and how sturdy the tree bark was. "So, the boy climbed up there, huh?"

"Yes, it's his morning habit. Usually he's down by now, and—oh, my."

Fate's jaw dropped as, with seemingly no effort, Nanoha gripped one of the tree's lower branches and hauled herself up, starting to climb the tree trunk as if it were nothing but a simple ladder.

“My, my,” the old lady said admiringly, giving Fate a rather disdainful look, “your nice partner is pretty spry, isn’t she? A very good girl.”

“Yes,” Fate said dryly, keeping an eye on Nanoha who was scaling up the tree with no problems so far, “She’s spry like a monkey. The stupid kind that doesn’t worry about common concepts like gravity and common sense!”

The woman tut-tutted, shaking her head. “What a thing to say about a pretty girl like that!” She turned back to look at Nanoha as well, a thoughtful expression on her lined face. Then, a canny glint shone in the old woman’s eyes.

....

Please, tell me she isn't looking up Nanoha's skirt. Never mind the fact that the brunette currently wasn't wearing a skirt; Fate's thoughts weren't exactly coherent at the moment.

“Aren’t you nearly done?” Fate shouted up at Nanoha, shifting irritatedly on the spot. The sooner she had Nanoha back down on the ground and not flashing her very fine, well-toned butt at them, the better…

…of course, Fate wasn’t gawping. She was just spotting for Nanoha, in case she fell. Yeah. All business here.

“Almost?” Nanoha panted, inching her way up a rapidly narrowing branch. She was only a few feet away from the smugly meowing cat, his chin on his front paws as his black-tipped tail swung languidly back and forth beneath his perch.

Grimacing, the woman shifted and tried to get a better grip on her branch, mentally chanting to not look down. "Hey there, pretty boy," she crooned.

The cat purred softly at this; she could have sworn a single eye cracked open to survey her before the tom went back to pretending she didn't exist. Still, she knew she'd started off well with the animal.

“Nanoha…” Fate’s voice warned from below her, and while Nanoha didn’t dare to glance down she could hear the worried concern in that single word.

“Careful, dear,” the old woman called up too. “Mr. Bojangles, you’d better behave for the nice lady!”

“Mr. Bojangles?” she heard Fate say incredulously. Clearly, something had happened down there while Nanoha had been scaling the tree—she couldn’t imagine what could have made her sweet—if sometimes grouchy and straight-laced—Fate-chan be so annoyed with anyone, especially an elder.

"It's all right," Nanoha called back down, giving a small wave for Fate's benefit. "Cats like me." Ignoring her partner's soft snort of disbelief, the brunette hefted herself up and crept closer to the cat.

He mrrred softly, opening his eyes to fix a calm, if slightly amused, gaze on her.

"Yeah, I know. I think I'd want to get away from my owner too every now and again if she was like that." Nanoha held out her hand. "But you've caused a lot of trouble, pretty boy."

He eyed her a little suspiciously, his whiskers twitching in front of his narrowed golden gaze. His tail swished a little faster.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” implored Nanoha, moving forward another fraction and feeling the branch sway a tad alarmingly. “I like cats, especially good boys like you. Right?”

The tom’s whiskers came forward in a cat’s grin as he purred.

“Yes, you’re a handsome little gentleman, aren’t you?” Nanoha cooed as she crept forward again, her fingers just inches away from Mr. Bojangles’ fuzzy paws.

Then she felt a tremor go through the branch they were both perched on, a vibration that echoed through Nanoha’s tense muscles.

Crap.

**O**

Fate heard the snap before she even saw the branch plunge through the shadows of the tree and hit the grass with a dull thud, loose leaves still drifting in the air. She knew, instantly, what it meant. "Nanoha!"

"I'm all right!" The brunette's voice drifted down from the tree, sounding oddly muffled for some reason. "I managed to grab on to another branch. Give me a minute, I'll be right down."

Regardless of the fact that it was probably an unsafe idea, Fate hurried over towards the tree trunk, craning her head back and looking up.

Being Nanoha’s partner for three years had brought Fate face-to-face with some pretty weird stuff. Most of which Fate wished that she could scrub from her brain, just for the mortification factor involved—usually Fate’s mortification. So for once, it was nice to see someone else be at the receiving end of the horror. And this was one of the weirdest sights Fate had ever seen.

There was Nanoha, clinging upside-down to a branch, her arms and legs wrapped around the tree like her life depended on it (which it probably did). And wrapped around her face, all four limbs splayed out and yowling in protest, was Mr. Bojangles, attached to Nanoha’s face like a furry face-hugger.

"It's not as painful as it looks," Nanoha managed, her voice muffled by the mass of fur still clinging to her face. "He's actually holding on pretty gently."

The old lady puffed with pride. "Mr. Bojangles would never hurt a soul."

Fate facepalmed, feeling her lingering headache turn into a full blown one. “Nanoha, just…get down here please.” No one was going to hear about this. Especially Signum. But damn, Hayate knows about it and she’ll definitely tell her…

“Ooof!” Nanoha had dropped down to another branch, narrowly catching herself before she completely slid off, the tomcat’s tail waving back and forth under her chin. She climbed down again, landing and yelping as she tipped and turned upside-down again, barely looping her legs around the branch to prevent a very long head-first fall but also flashing her audience below a look up the half-unbuttoned collarline of her uniform shirt.

Even as Fate felt herself flushing red, she realized that Nanoha’s fall had yanked Mr. Bojangles free of his tentative grip on Nanoha’s face. And that blasted cat was now—

Latching onto her shoulder as if his life depended on it. Thankfully, his claws either weren't as sharp as she'd thought, or her jacket was much thicker than she assumed it had been, but either way, she felt no pain from his grip. She blinked. "Um... hi kitty."

Mr. Bojangles, still scared out of his wits, simply lashed his tail.

"Aw, Fate-chan, I think he likes you! He hasn't even tried to scratch you!"

"Don't jinx it, Nanoha."

Indeed, Fate was used to being hated by cats. Maybe this guy had grown out of the “cats all hate Fate Testarossa” part of kittenhood in his old age? Still, she decided to pass on trying to pat him, as much as she wanted to since, she had to admit, he was kind of cute. In a kind of dignified, lordly gentleman cat way.

Nanoha finally finished climbing down, sliding down the trunk and landing safely back on the ground. Fate barely noticed the old lady making a fuss over the “brave, kind officer” who had rescued her cat and patting the dust out of Nanoha’s clothes because…

…Mr. Bojangles had climbed up to drape his belly over Fate’s shoulder. And he was purring.

"Well," Nanoha murmured, amused when the cat shifted to rub his cheek against Fate's hair, "I'm going to guess he isn't one of Suzuka-chan's former kittens."

The old lady blinked. "Huh?"

"Nothing, ma'am."

They all stood there for a few moments, the only sound being the gentle rumble coming from Mr. Bojangles’ chest as he curled into a fluffy ball on Fate’s shoulder.

“Um, Fate-chan?”

“What?”

“Uh…I think this nice lady would like her cat back now?”

Fate swallowed, feeling her marshmallow heart melting. "Tell that to him, not me."

“Now there, mister, you’ve caused enough trouble today.” The old woman pulled Mr. Bojangles off of Fate’s shoulder. Fate acutely felt the coldness as the cat was lifted off, and she watched him go, biting her lip. He looked at her, his whiskers still forward in a smile and he mrrred softly at her. Quickly, Fate’s hand darted out and she patted the tomcat on the head once.

“There you go—safe and sound again. Goodbye now.” She left Nanoha to accept the old lady’s thanks as she trudged back to their patrol car, standing by the driver’s door and rolling a pebble back and forth on the ground with one shoe.

“Ooof!” Fate lurched as warm arms suddenly glomped her from behind.

"You're attached." Nanoha sounded amused as she nuzzled Fate’s neck, seeming to enjoy the whole thing.

Fate shrugged awkwardly. "He's a good cat."

"You're still attached."

"So what if I am?"

Nanoha giggled, squeezing Fate tightly like a teddy bear. “It’s cute.” She kissed Fate on the cheek and skipped away before Fate could react, opening the passenger seat door. She grinned over the car at Fate, winking. “It’s why I like you so much.”

....

You know, Nanoha, I'm beginning to notice you have some catlike traits yourself.

Nanoha watched Fate get into the car and start the engine, the cutest blush still on Fate’s cheeks as she tried to appear impassive.

“What are you so happy about?” Fate grumbled as they pulled out onto the road. “You know that we’re never going to hear the end of this from everyone, especially after Hayate opens her big mouth.”

Smiling tranquilly, Nanoha just shrugged, leaning back in her seat and propping her feet up on the dashboard again. She didn’t care about any amount of teasing. All she thought of was how, for once, Fate hadn’t rejected Nanoha’s declaration outright. Fate probably had been too embarrassed and distracted by her soft-hearted attachment to the cat to notice.

It’s one of the reasons why I like you so much, Fate-chan.

END LOG 1-8-20XX

Spoiler for Author's Note:

For those who might be wondering about the odd name for the cat, this is in dedication to a poor stray cat adopted by a high school. The entire student population is trying to raise enough money to cover the cat's vet bills in order to save his life (a bill in the thousands of dollars). So when RB suggested this idea for our next Log, I just had to make an homage to Mr. Bojangles .

Spoiler for Logs Archive:

The Logs are listed here in the stories' chronological order, not the posting order. The Log Numbers (#1, #2, etc) are in the order that they were written. The Case Files are story-arcs that link directly to each other, although the regular Logs are technically telling a day-to-day story that is linked by the events that happened before it.

Recommended reading order? However you like . (Chronological for those who just want the story, posting order for those who’re interested in the writing of it ^^)

January
Log #1: Jan-1-20XX, White Devil
Log #2: Jan-2-20XX, Deli
Log #4: Jan-3-20XX, Jumper
Log #9: Jan-4-20XX, Momoko
Log #10: Jan-5-20XX, Interrogation
Log #11: Jan-6-20XX, Stalker
Log #13: Jan-7-20XX, Family

Log #8: Jan-22-20XX, Explosion
Log #12, Jan-23-20XX, Shift

February
Log #3: Feb-1-20XX, Case File: Runaways
Log #5: Feb-2-20XX, Case File: Runaways, part 2
Log #6: Feb-3-20XX, AM, Case File: Runaways, part 3
Log #7: Feb-3-20XX, PM, Case File: Runaways, Epilogue

[yuiseppe]

Originally Posted by deathcurse

Spoiler:

...

Even as Fate felt herself flushing red, she realized that Nanoha’s fall had yanked Mr. Bojangles free of his tentative grip on Nanoha’s face. And that blasted cat was now—

Latching onto her shoulder as if his life depended on it. Thankfully, his claws either weren't as sharp as she'd thought, or her jacket was much thicker than she assumed it had been, but either way, she felt no pain from his grip. She blinked. "Um... hi kitty."

Mr. Bojangles, still scared out of his wits, simply lashed his tail.

"Aw, Fate-chan, I think he likes you! He hasn't even tried to scratch you!"

"Don't jinx it, Nanoha."

Indeed, Fate was used to being hated by cats. Maybe this guy had grown out of the “cats all hate Fate Testarossa” part of kittenhood in his old age? Still, she decided to pass on trying to pat him, as much as she wanted to since, she had to admit, he was kind of cute. In a kind of dignified, lordly gentleman cat way.

Nanoha finally finished climbing down, sliding down the trunk and landing safely back on the ground. Fate barely noticed the old lady making a fuss over the “brave, kind officer” who had rescued her cat and patting the dust out of Nanoha’s clothes because…

…Mr. Bojangles had climbed up to drape his belly over Fate’s shoulder. And he was purring.

"Well," Nanoha murmured, amused when the cat shifted to rub his cheek against Fate's hair, "I'm going to guess he isn't one of Suzuka-chan's former kittens."

The old lady blinked. "Huh?"

"Nothing, ma'am."

They all stood there for a few moments, the only sound being the gentle rumble coming from Mr. Bojangles’ chest as he curled into a fluffy ball on Fate’s shoulder.

“Um, Fate-chan?”

“What?”

“Uh…I think this nice lady would like her cat back now?”

Fate swallowed, feeling her marshmallow heart melting. "Tell that to him, not me."

You guys just made my day/week/month/quarter

I somehow got it inside my head that Mr Bojangles would make an excellent feline-Winston Churchill-lite.

And the whole furry face-hugger image...lol

*gets sucked back into a blackhole*

[RadiantBeam]

Originally Posted by yuiseppe

And the whole furry face-hugger image...lol

DC's idea. I read it when she sent it to me and collapsed into giggles on my keyboard.

[Moczo]

Originally Posted by deathcurse

Indeed, Fate was used to being hated by cats. Maybe this guy had grown out of the “cats all hate Fate Testarossa” part of kittenhood in his old age? Still, she decided to pass on trying to pat him, as much as she wanted to since, she had to admit, he was kind of cute. In a kind of dignified, lordly gentleman cat way.

Is... is it bad that this makes me picture the cat in question wearing like, a top hat and monocle?

I'm going to have to read the rest of these, because this chapter was delightfully quirky. Very nice.

[Nagumo]

Originally Posted by Moczo

Is... is it bad that this makes me picture the cat in question wearing like, a top hat and monocle?

I'm going to have to read the rest of these, because this chapter was delightfully quirky. Very nice.

Obviously this cat needs a 7dignified addition to his already illustrious name, Bojangles!

How about 'Winston Victor Darling Bojangles'.

Give him a snifter of good brandy and we're all set.

[Rising Dragon]

Originally Posted by Nagumo

Obviously this cat needs a 7dignified addition to his already illustrious name, Bojangles!

How about 'Winston Victor Darling Bojangles'.

Give him a snifter of good brandy and we're all set.

You're forgetting the tophat and monocle he'll need as well.

[deathcurse]

Originally Posted by 00-Raiser

“… You’re too much of a wuss to take advantage of her, after all.” The admiral put a forkful of cake into his mouth.

LOL, I'm sure everyone agrees with that!

Originally Posted by yuiseppe

You guys just made my day/week/month/quarter

I somehow got it inside my head that Mr Bojangles would make an excellent feline-Winston Churchill-lite.

And the whole furry face-hugger image...lol

*gets sucked back into a blackhole*

Glad to bring some crack and giggles to your day/week/month/quarter/life!

Hahaha, and then out of curiosity, I Google'd what face-huggers really looked like and freaked myself out XD.

Originally Posted by Moczo

Is... is it bad that this makes me picture the cat in question wearing like, a top hat and monocle?

I'm going to have to read the rest of these, because this chapter was delightfully quirky. Very nice.

......*imagines the same* LOL! I'm also thinking of the Cheshire Cat from the recent Alice in Wonderland movie ....

Originally Posted by Nagumo

Obviously this cat needs a 7dignified addition to his already illustrious name, Bojangles!

How about 'Winston Victor Darling Bojangles'.

Give him a snifter of good brandy and we're all set.

*ROFL* Oh man, you guys, how I wish I was also a fanartist now!!

[SilentOutlaw]

Originally Posted by deathcurse

For those who've been waiting... Er, sorry that it's been so long!

Daily Activity Log of Officers F. Testarossa and N. Takamachi

I almost forget how awesome Daily Activity Logs were.

So, since you updated the Logs, is there a chance we're going to get an Angel update?

[00-Raiser]

Uploaded my new short.

[Nanya01]

Updated Blood That Flows again.