Yuuno Scrya was exhausted, though he couldn’t really blame anyone but himself for that. Several days without sleep and nothing but stimulants to keep him nourished and functioning tended to catch up with a person rather quickly.
His duties as Head Librarian required he be available for consultation all hours of the day, but not that he actually be
in the Library all hours of the day. Yuuno hadn’t seen his bed in nearly a week, and he found himself missing it.
I really should get something to eat and go home.
He couldn’t stop though. The book he had found stashed away in a forgotten and neglected corner of the Library a few days ago was one he had never seen before, and according to the logs it hadn’t been cataloged yet.
He hadn’t seen his friends in a while.
I should see if they’re available for a group lunch in the near future. It’ll be nice to see them again.
Nanoha, Fate, Chrono, Hayate… they were so busy with their work at the Time-Space Administration Bureau they barely had any free time, which they typically spent with their precious families. He didn’t mind though: Just seeing them when they needed his department’s help with researching a particular mission objective or location was than enough for him.
In fact, such an occasion had happened just a few weeks ago. Fate had come to him seeking information about a particular world in Sector 17. Their time together was short though; the relevant information had been located rather quickly and Fate was under a tight schedule.
If this keeps up, I'll be completely irrelevant in a few years, came the wistful thought.
Ever since he'd invented Archive magic and taught the people working with him how to use it, his personal assistance was sought less and less. Yuuno was happy though: He had dedicated the better part of his lifetime to this project, and he was determined to see it through to the end.
Speaking of...
He turned back to the book in front of him, turning a musty page. The book was written in what he referred to as “modern” Belkan, but there was something odd about it. There was no logical progression from one page to the next. Sentence structure varied wildly. Magical formulas and seals of both Belkan and Mid-Childan origin littered surface of the pages, but the text not only didn't reveal their purposes, it didn’t even make any sense.
It was in some form of random placement code he had never encountered. Even more troubling was the observation that the binding was so old it was falling apart. If he wasn't careful, the spine would break and loose the pages within into a chaotic mess.
“Yuuno.”
There was one phrase, though, that stood out. It wasn't in code like everything else; it wasn't even in Belkan. It was in a language from Mid-Childa itself that had long since fallen out of public awareness:
"Veritas Prohibitorum"
“
Yuuno.”
He frowned.
'Prohibited... Truth'...? What in the world was that supposed to mean?
"
Yuuno!"
Yuuno's head snapped up, his hands automatically slamming the book shut. A small cloud of dust escaped from between the worn pages. With shock, he realized that someone had been in his office doorway for some time now. He’d been so absorbed by the manuscript on his desk that he hadn’t even noticed. He quickly collected himself, hiding his shock.
It was Fate.
"Fate? I thought you weren't going to be back on Mid for another week."
She wrapped the long coat around herself more tightly and stepped into Yuuno's office, heels clacking against the floor.
Heels...? Fate didn't wear heels. At least... not ones quite that tall...
She flashed Yuuno a small, gentle smile as she came in front of the desk he was sitting at, "Our mission was less difficult than predicted, so we finished up and came home early."
"I-I see."
Trailing her fingers gently along the edge of the desk, she calmly walked around to Yuuno's side.
What is she…?
She was getting awfully close…
Before Yuuno had time to process it Fate had rounded the desk and come to Yuuno’s side, eyes on the closed manuscript at its center. Reaching for it, her hand stopped just before touching it.
“May I?”
He nodded, “Just be careful.”
Tenderly lifting the book, she softly opened it and leafed through the pages. Her smiling face turned serious as her eyes took in the contents within.
“What
is this?”
“I honestly can’t say. The condition of the pages indicates an age of at least two thousand years, but the writing is what we call ‘modern Belkan’, which didn’t rise to standard usage until roughly one-and-a-half thousand years ago according to our records.” He was so deep in his disposition mode he didn’t notice Fate’s eyes flash from the book in her hands to his face. “Even more puzzling is that a dead language from ancient Mid – which fell out of use long before ‘modern Belkan’ even began to emerge – shows up several times, and it’s always the same phrase…”
Gently sitting the manuscript down, Fate’s eyes were hidden by her bangs, “I see…”
Faster than Yuuno could react Fate pounced on his lap, her long, bare legs straddling his waist. Calmly reaching down, she slowly undid her coat's buttons and loosened the coat’s neckline, revealing the smooth mounds of flesh underneath to his rounded eyes.
"Fa-Fa-Fa-Fate... w-what are y-y-you...?"
She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his, her eyes so close he could make out the individual flares and shades of red in them. "Yuuno... where is the
Veritas Prohibitorum?"
What?
"W-What?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheek touching his and close enough that her warm breath tingled his ear. Fate’s voice dropped an octave, to an alluring, husky alto that sent jolts through his frozen body. "The
Veritas Prohibitorum… where is it?"
With dawning horror, Yuuno realized what was happening.
"No, you're not Fate… you’re not even real! None of this is real!"
'Fate' drew back, looked shocked for a moment. She then smiled a smile that twisted and warped her entire face into an ugly mockery of its former, elegant beauty. Red eyes that were once filled with kindness turned malicious and sadistic. Yuuno shrank back, terrified by the abrupt change.
"Clever man."
The familiar settings of his Library office and Fate’s form shattered like glass around Yuuno, leaving him alone in a cold, dark room. At least he thought he was alone. It was too dark to see if anyone was in the room with him; he didn’t even know how big the room was.
There were no windows, and the only light came from the few dim candles flickering around the place. A deep, echoing voice resounded through the room, but Yuuno couldn’t discern a precise location.
"So you saw though that one as well, despite your exhaustion. Apparently the charms of women don’t work on you like most. We'll have to be more creative in our methods from now on."
It was calm and methodical, almost whimsical in tone.
“Why are you being so stubborn, Mr. Scrya? It would be so much easier on all parties involved if you would just tell us the location.”
Yuuno curled into a tight ball on the floor, clothes soaked with cold sweat. He tried to comfort himself with thoughts of his beloved friends, but was far too tired to even conjure up their faces in his mind.
Another voice, female this time, chimed in, “The magics might work better if he’s well rested and fed. He’s so out of it he can barely keep his head raised.”
Nanoha, Chrono, Fate, Hayate... please help me... please find me. I don't know... how much longer... I can keep this up...
Yuuno’s body finally succumbed to its neglect, and he knew no more.
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Several thousand light years away, Vivio Takamachi was woken from a disturbing dream by a crash of thunder.