Einhart felt her cheeks color more as she sucked, bobbing her head up and down. One eye looked to the left and say Vivio grinning at her widely, clearly enjoying watching the act. Looking away, she glanced to the right, where Syn was recording her through her device window. "Almost," Corona told Einhart, patting her head. The heterchromic girl blushed and nodded around the thing in her mouth, slurping and sucking. "Almooost," Corona grinned. "Okay, done!"
Einhart pulled back, gasping and panting, wiping her mouth free of the sticky substance that had been dripping down her chin. "Fwah! I thought I was going to die!"
"Wow!" Rio leaned forward, grinning. "Her lips are blue, did she suck that hard?"
Einhart's hair frizzed. "It was a blueberry sucker!"
Corona looked at what was left of her lollipop, thinking it was a worthwhile sacrifice for Einhart's dare to give it a blow job for three minutes. Grinning, she popped it back into her own mouth and flicked the stick to the corner of her lips. "Your turn, Einhart."
"Syn, truth or dare!?"
Syn moved her finger in a wagging motion. "Nuh uh, you can't call on me until its your next turn."
Being denied her revenge, the girl turned towards Vivio, who had been the most pleased at seeing her humiliation. "Vivio, truth or dare?"
"Dare, of course," Vivio challenged back.
Einhart pointed to the window. "Strip and run around the house once. All the way around."
Location: Place of rocks and trees, and trees and rocks...and water.
Age: 33
Quote:
Originally Posted by RadiantBeam
To build a team or have two Shadows paired off together as partners requires that the one in charge of who works with who knows the personalities of the Shadows he or she has to work with, so no such conflicts arise. For example, despite their obvious personality differences, Victor and Lutecia work together extremely well together because at their core, they have similar patterns and beliefs; hence, they don't clash with each other on team or partner missions.
Granted, it isn't always so easy. Usually if worse comes to worse, they just have to suck it up and make the best of it.
I can imagine the extensive briefings before the missions to make sure that everyone's on the same page as to the mission objectives, acceptable collateral damage levels and where everyone's going to be so they don't have any friendly fire incidents .
Quote:
Originally Posted by 00-Raiser
Come to think of it, that's true =/ Well, when I first read it I thought "Oh, so her feelings for Fate are unresolved." Though there was a tiny, hopeful voice that said "She paired Teana with Vice, so maybe she'll put Nanoha with Yuuno!" But of course that didn't happen When I read the second fic I just shruged and went "Figures."
Well, I'm not ashamed to be a NanoFate fan except for the times when they get rabid... And ironically, the series was supposed to be a one-shot which would have ended with Teana x Vice and Nanoha x nobody .
Quote:
Originally Posted by Satashi
Spoiler for based on my earlier fics:
"I hate you!" Fate screamed loudly, glaring at Yuuno as if she wanted to kill him right then and there. Sweat poured down her face, soaking her hair and making it cling to her skin. Her hospital issued gown was covered in sweat as well, and she didn't looked pleased at anything that was going on around her. "You did this to me!"
Shamal ignored the threats and smiled, focusing on her task. "Come on Fate, push for me again." A loud scream rang out through the delivery room and the woman gripped Yuuno's hand harder. "Okay, breathe!"
Fate panted, trying to remember the proper way to breathe and not seeming to get it right. "I want more pain killers!"
"You've had too much," Shamal denied her.
"Give me the damn pain killers or I'll blow this place up!"
Shamal flinched, muttering to one of her assistants. "Give her just a little." Speaking up, she talked to Fate directly again. "Okay, push!" Another loud scream came, paired with a second one as Yuuno's knees gave out as his hand was crushed. "Keep on Fate! I see a head!" Fate's scream was extened, crying out in pain. "Keep on! Almost!"
Fate fell back against the bed, gasping for air and struggling to focus as a commotion stirred around the foot of the bed. Several things were being done and she heard a loud crying sound of her newborn. Waiting, she looked over at Yuuno beside her and nodded at him,letting go of his hands and allowing him to hastily stumble over to where Shamal was wrapping the baby.
"It's a boy," Shamal told him gently, carefully handing off the baby to the father.
Yuuno selfishly took his time walking to the mother, eyes wide in disbelief as he gazed at his son. "Wow..." Regretfully, he handed the baby over and leaned against the bed, accepting the offered wet towel and dabbing Fate's forehead while she looked at the child speechless. "You did wonderful, Fate." He whispered to her gently.
Fate finally spoken unable to fully form her words. "He's... beautiful..."
"He is," Yuuno answered honestly, looking down at the squirming bundle in her arms. The two stayed silent for just a moment, smiling at their new family member.
"Yuuno," Shamal spoke after a while. "We need to do some things..."
"Of course," Yuuno nodded at her and accepted the baby back from Fate, feeling his heart break at the look in her eyes when she had to let go of her child. Slowly, he moved to Shamal and handed him off so he could be examined and make sure everything was fine. As he walked back to Fate, he stopped and blinked, slowly reaching up to catch a large white feather that was floating down from the ceiling. After looking at it curiously, he met Fate's eyes and saw her smile at him. Returning it, he looked back at the feather, only to find it gone. "Thanks for being here, Nanoha," He whispered softly.
I laughed when Shamal gave in after Fate's threat . Nice that Nanoha was there too ^^.
Quote:
Originally Posted by sniperk
Just one more then. More. When? If I keep bugging you for more, will I get?
This was contentment. Sitting in a nice big tub, full of nice fluffy suds and scented shower gels. It was just like being a kid again. He had a lovely brand new bar of imported lilac scented soap. He had a soft, fluffy towel for drying himself off later. He even had a scrub brush for those hard to reach places. And he had one other thing...
"Squeak!"
"Ah my little rubber friend," he turned over his beloved yellow fowl friend in his hand. "We haven't gotten to relax like this in a while."
"Squeak!"
Under his breath he started to hum a song his mom had always sung at bath time when he was a wee little boy.
"Oh~ rubber ducky you're the one."
"Squeak, Squeak."
"You make bath time lots of fun."
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of you."
He placed the ducky upon a model space craft where it bobbed in the water.
"Rubber Ducky, Joy of joys."
"Squeak."
"When I squeeze you, you make noise." Nothing had been more pleasing to his three year old self... or his adult self it seemed.
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky you're my very best friend, it's true." Rubber Ducky would never ever sell him out, or use him, or break his heart.
He picked up the duck and continued crooning. "Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
"Rubba dub dubby."
He scrubbed the little duck's back with his brush, "Now let's get you all nice and clean. I'd tell you to wash behind the ears but you are a duck after all."
"Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
Chrono dived under his sudsy bubbles, both to protect his decency and hide his unmanly embarrassment... and his Ducky. "I thought you were taking them out for the day."
Yuuno scratched his chin. "I did but they were tired and you didn't answer when I rang the doorbell."
"I'm in the bathtub!"
"Well that's quite clear now." Yuuno shooed Chrono's twins out of the bathroom, "Let's go kids your daddy's having Ducky time."
"Out! Out! Out!"
"Have an 'Oh so fun' bath~" Yuuno threw in before dashing out.
This was contentment. Sitting in a nice big tub, full of nice fluffy suds and scented shower gels. It was just like being a kid again. He had a lovely brand new bar of imported lilac scented soap. He had a soft, fluffy towel for drying himself off later. He even had a scrub brush for those hard to reach places. And he had one other thing...
"Squeak!"
"Ah my little rubber friend," he turned over his beloved yellow fowl friend in his hand. "We haven't gotten to relax like this in a while."
"Squeak!"
Under his breath he started to hum a song his mom had always sung at bath time when he was a wee little boy.
"Oh~ rubber ducky you're the one."
"Squeak, Squeak."
"You make bath time lots of fun."
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of you."
He placed the ducky upon a model space craft where it bobbed in the water.
"Rubber Ducky, Joy of joys."
"Squeak."
"When I squeeze you, you make noise." Nothing had been more pleasing to his three year old self... or his adult self it seemed.
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky you're my very best friend, it's true." Rubber Ducky would never ever sell him out, or use him, or break his heart.
He picked up the duck and continued crooning. "Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
"Rubba dub dubby."
He scrubbed the little duck's back with his brush, "Now let's get you all nice and clean. I'd tell you to wash behind the ears but you are a duck after all."
"Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
Chrono dived under his sudsy bubbles, both to protect his decency and hide his unmanly embarrassment... and his Ducky. "I thought you were taking them out for the day."
Yuuno scratched his chin. "I did but they were tired and you didn't answer when I rang the doorbell."
"I'm in the bathtub!"
"Well that's quite clear now." Yuuno shooed Chrono's twins out of the bathroom, "Let's go kids your daddy's having Ducky time."
"Out! Out! Out!"
"Have an 'Oh so fun' bath~" Yuuno threw in before dashing out.
Chrono grumpily wallowed in his sudsy wudsy bath.
...
"Squeak."
Haha! Hilarious as always, Shiny. Though I think it would have been even better if it was Jail in the bath. Then he'd be like Beast Wars Megatron, yeeeeeeesssssss!
This was contentment. Sitting in a nice big tub, full of nice fluffy suds and scented shower gels. It was just like being a kid again. He had a lovely brand new bar of imported lilac scented soap. He had a soft, fluffy towel for drying himself off later. He even had a scrub brush for those hard to reach places. And he had one other thing...
"Squeak!"
"Ah my little rubber friend," he turned over his beloved yellow fowl friend in his hand. "We haven't gotten to relax like this in a while."
"Squeak!"
Under his breath he started to hum a song his mom had always sung at bath time when he was a wee little boy.
"Oh~ rubber ducky you're the one."
"Squeak, Squeak."
"You make bath time lots of fun."
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of you."
He placed the ducky upon a model space craft where it bobbed in the water.
"Rubber Ducky, Joy of joys."
"Squeak."
"When I squeeze you, you make noise." Nothing had been more pleasing to his three year old self... or his adult self it seemed.
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky you're my very best friend, it's true." Rubber Ducky would never ever sell him out, or use him, or break his heart.
He picked up the duck and continued crooning. "Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
"Rubba dub dubby."
He scrubbed the little duck's back with his brush, "Now let's get you all nice and clean. I'd tell you to wash behind the ears but you are a duck after all."
"Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
Chrono dived under his sudsy bubbles, both to protect his decency and hide his unmanly embarrassment... and his Ducky. "I thought you were taking them out for the day."
Yuuno scratched his chin. "I did but they were tired and you didn't answer when I rang the doorbell."
"I'm in the bathtub!"
"Well that's quite clear now." Yuuno shooed Chrono's twins out of the bathroom, "Let's go kids your daddy's having Ducky time."
"Out! Out! Out!"
"Have an 'Oh so fun' bath~" Yuuno threw in before dashing out.
Chrono grumpily wallowed in his sudsy wudsy bath.
...
"Squeak."
*laughs*. Oh man...that was hilarious.
Speaking of humor...I doubt I mentioned this before but...when it comes to innuendos...I have more fun reading them than writing them. I know I tried an attempt at giving hints and such but...I'll admit...I suck at it. I mentioned in one of my posts about a h-doujin called Spoonful 2, and...in my re-attempt at my fanfic, I mentioned that my main OC was thrown a question about having a "fantasy" from his partner unexpectedly. In one of the chapters I finished, I mentioned that a cousin of his works at an adult store in which Hayate gets something that...would probably surprise Nanoha and cause Fate to be...annoyed. Unfortunately, my main OC was somewhat dragged into it as well.
The result...Fate wants to give some payback to her. So...this is what I tried to come up with.
Spoiler for Payback is Sweet:
After Shiro came back from sparring with his partner, he was about to head over to a vending machine to get something cold when Fate called him over. Once Shiro got his cold beverage, he then saw the Officer over at the lobby.
“You need something?” asked Shiro.
“Yeah…have you seen Hayate around?” asked Fate.
“Last time she said that she needed to go take care of some errands. I suspect she’ll be back in a few minutes,” he replied.
“Well…when you see her…tell her that Nanoha and I need to talk to her…personally,” said Fate.
Shiro was silent for a brief moment before he realized what it was all about.
‘Oh…it has to do with that dominatrix suit that she got from that shop my cousin works at,’ he thought.
“I’m guessing that it has to do with that…suit?” inquired Shiro.
“That…suit? Oh…yes…that suit,” answered the blonde.
“Did you find it…offensive?” asked Shiro.
He heard her sigh in annoyance. “It was a bit…revealing…and rude of her I might add,” she said.
“Because…well…she also got one for my partner as well,” said Shiro sheepishly.
Fate stared at him incredulously and was shocked at what he just said.
“The reason…well…my partner asked a…inappropriate question…to which I responded,” said Shiro.
“Wait…you mean…you’re actually into…” began Fate. She suddenly gasped and scolded him. “Shiro…you pervert.”
“Well…it’s true. Usually…I prefer having them being dominant over…me,” he said. “I presume that the both of you alternate roles?”
Fate knew where this was going and quickly looked around to make sure no one was listening.
‘In a way…yes,’ replied Fate. ‘She hasn’t taken your…innocence…yet, has she?’
‘Nope,’ he replied. ‘I’m guessing that what you’re planning is…payback?’
Shiro then saw a glint of mischief and deviousness in her eyes and slightly shuddered. ‘There’s my answer,’ he thought.
A few minutes later, after the two of them had finished talking about Hayate, Shiro was about to head to his work space when Signum passed by him.
“What were you talking to Testarossa about?” she asked.
“Come to think of it Signum…please don’t think wrong about this but…has your Master ever done any…awkward things?” asked Shiro.
“What do you mean?” asked the Belkan knight.
“You know…like have odd dressing up ideas or other ideas that sound…farfetched?” inquired Shiro.
Signum was silent for a moment before saying, “You have no idea.”
“That sounds like a bad thing,” guessed Shiro. “Does she drag you guys into her scenarios or ideas?”
“She can be a bit persistent…and a bit annoying when she does so, however…despite how embarrassing it may sound…sometimes…we have no choice,” said Signum.
“I see,” said Shiro. “I’m guessing you heard Fate yell out Hayate’s name in frustration?”
“Yeah…she didn’t seem too pleased about something,” said Signum.
“That something…also happened to be in the possession of my partner. Hayate went to an adult shop that a cousin of mine works at and got some…suit…that…well…you don’t want to know,” said Shiro.
“Wait…you said…adult shop?” repeated Signum.
Shiro nodded.
“She better not do anything to harm her,” growled Signum.
“Actually…I think Fate is just trying to pay her back for her joke,” said Shiro. “Although…don’t you get tired of her silly antics at times?”
The Belkan knight was silent and Shiro didn’t know how to interpret it before he saw a slight nod.
“I’ll admit that she does need to know some restraint,” said Signum. “Don’t tell her I said that.”
“My lips are sealed,” said Shiro.
Shiro then heard an incoming vehicle pass by and a few minutes later, Hayate came back from her errands. He then walked over to her and told the lieutenant that Fate and Nanoha wanted to talk to her…personally. Shiro put more emphasis on the word personally, which was enough to get Hayate slightly on edge. He didn’t want to guess what was in store…but…his gut feeling told him…it wasn’t going to be pleasant.
No, it's not "Someone For Everyone". That's Shiny's work.
Yeah, it's not the story that everyone is looking forward to, but it is something I enjoyed writing.
Time Loop
Chapter Six
Developing Numbers
Sorry, bad title name.
Spoiler for Numbers in Nerima:
Ranma looked around the ballroom with all the elegantly dressed people and shook his head. What the heck was going on here? Considering he couldn't really make out anyone's faces he figured that he was either in the Silver Millennium, or was dreaming. Seeing the floating cats dancing with three-headed dogs on the ceiling, he was tempted to think of the latter.
"Ah, Mr. Saotome." A familiar voice spoke up to his right, causing him to turn and raise an eyebrow at the blond idiot in an orange tuxedo. Seriously, who the hell made a tuxedo out of orange? "I trust that you're taking a liking to our... Accomodations."
Suddenly the surroundings around him shifted and blurred and he found himself on a chair, chains wrapped around him as he looked at the blond idiot, this time in an orange lab coat, grinning at him. "Okay, seriously, Naruto, lose the orange."
"NEVER!" He screamed to the heavens while shaking his fist dramatically. "I shall prove to you that orange is far superior to anything you know of!"
"Even sex?" Ranma asked with a raised eyebrow.
Naruto sputtered for a moment before the walls were blown open and Sakura, what the hell is she doing here?! Ranma thought as the pink haired monster flew past him and through another wall.
The two looked into the smoking hole as a short-brown-haired, boyish-looking person stepped through, dusting the sleeves of the jacket they were wearing.
"Otto?" Ranma blinked a few times.
She smirked at him. "Call me... Saotome... Otto Saotome."
Ranma gasped awake with a jerk and sat up, or tried to as Tre rested her head on his lap and Uno had her arms wrapped around his shoulders while snuggling to his side. "No more late night parties while watching Bond films." He muttered to himself.
"Bad dream?" Nabiki asked as she looked around the darkened entertainment room that they were in. "I don't care how much Washu taught you, this is still impossible." It had been a small hall closet before Ranma decided to play "mad scientist" with it.
"You'd be surprised how easy it is to make a room large enough for a DDR party when you fold and bend space around you." He chuckled softly. "Besides, Washu does it on a grander scale, I just used it for a small room."
Nabiki looked around and sweat-dropped. "Small? This is at least as large as the school gym."
He shrugged. "Hey, if we want to have another failed wedding, this place is less likely to fall apart than the dojo." That got a laugh from Nabiki as she looked around the room and the various large seats and small couches that were strewn out in front of a large, flat-screen television. "You really should stop stealing from other universes."
"Heh, they won't miss a television a few chairs, sofas and the like." He chuckled. "Besides, I paid for them."
Nabiki shook her head and looked at the others in the room. Wendi was snuggling up to Nove's side as the shorter redhead rested her head on Wendi's head, both seemingly exhausted. Cinque was strewn across both of their laps as she slept there. Across from them, Otto and Deed slept cuddled against each other. Sette slept on a recliner in the corner, covered in a red blanket as she rested. "Where's Sein and Dieci?"
"Not sure..." Ranma frowned a bit but blinked as the two stepped back into the room.
Sein rubbed her eyes and stumbled to the large bean bag in the middle of the room before flopping on it, grabbing the nearby discarded blanket and covered herself up, falling back asleep.
Dieci sighed as she looked at Ranma and Nabiki. "...We had to use the bathroom." She flushed slightly as the two chuckled. "Um... How are things with my cannon going?"
"Pretty good." Ranma smiled at her. "Only lost ten shadow clones to random explosions."
The long-haired girl sweat-dropped. "You're... Taking that well."
Nabiki rolled her eyes as she grabbed a chair on wheels. "I doubt that he lost that many clones to your gun, Dieci." When she blinked a few times, Nabiki shook her head. "Look, he once built the Death Star from scratch in this universe just to see if he could. When it exploded, he took out all of Oceania with it." Seeing Dieci look at her blankly, she sighed. "You'll have to sit down and watch the Star Wars movies sometime."
"...Movies?" The brown-haired girl blinked a few times. "The Death Star is from a movie?" Of course it would be, it would have to be.
"In this universe it is." Ranma explained to her. "There is a universe where the Death Star actually exists." He sighed as Uno mumbled something in her sleep and squeezed his body tighter. "I've been to that universe a few times, so I know how the thing is made." He chuckled softly. "Anakin once used the Borg to build a Death Star just to prove to Kirk that he could."
"I... See?" Dieci blinked a few times as Nabiki rolled her eyes.
"Don't worry, you'll see more crazy things out there when you start looping. Just don't try to see what happens if you combine the All-Spark with the Death Star. The results... They aren't pretty." Nabiki chuckled as she remembered the results of what happened after that. After all, it had resulted in one of her earlier fused loops.
"Oh..." The confused cyborg looked at Ranma, who sighed softly.
"Don't worry about it. I've been looping for so long that it's rather insane. Most of my memories are swiss-cheese when it comes to smaller things." Ranma looked at Dieci and his eyes, to her, looked so old that she felt rather small and insignificant. His eyes seemed like he had seen the secrets of the universe, had cracked them apart, had figured everything in reality out and found that he knew nothing. All of that, she saw in an instant.
A moment later, the feeling was gone and all she saw was tired, humorous eyes looking at her. "Ah... Sorry." Dieci chuckled and rubbed the back of her head.
"Don't worry about it." Ranma smirked at her.
(---)
Mornings in Nerima for most of the people around the Tendo Dojo had come to a routine. Most of the time it was being woken up by yells, crashes, growls, explosions that went off in the Tendo yard. There was often times laughter and cries of surprise or loud splashes of water. It generally ended as people were settling down for breakfast. Until the week everyone was at the beach, most of Nerima had gotten rid of their alarm clocks. They didn't need them much anymore. Thankfully for the past three days, the Tendo house was lively again and no one needed alarm clocks.
So when there was an insanely large explosion and several windows, glass objects, cracked walls and broken streets, most people actually did pay attention.
After all, most of them had never had their houses front walls either cave in or be blown away by an object going so fast that it broke the sound barrier several times over while creating a gigantic destructive pressure wave around it while doing so.
In the Tendo yard, Ranma, Cinque, Sette, Nove and Genma, in his human form this time, stared stupidly at the broken wall, the street and the buildings, trees, fences and light posts that were all destroyed. "...It's like some sort of giant ball ran through there." Nove commented as Ranma shook that off and followed the path of destruction.
When he and the others got to the end, Tre was laying face-down in a crater, not moving. Frowning, he nudged her shoulder, getting a groan from the purple-haired cyborg. "Tre?"
"I cnt mv." She said, her voice muffled as Ranma rolled her over, revealing her shirt, pants, bra and panties all torn up and in tatters on her front. Her face, arms, legs and the front of her torso were cut up and bleeding from hundreds of shallow cuts.
"...Ouch." Ranma muttered and shook his head before putting a hand over her torso. A soft light appeared in his palms and she groaned slightly, squirming until the marks over her skin slowly faded and disappeared.
"What the heck..?" Genma took a step back, wondering what Ranma was doing.
"Healing technique." Ranma rolled his eyes. It was rather amazing how easy it was to use minor healing spells and convert it to other types of energies. Really, other than extremely potent healing spells and abilities, most all healing magic and techniques were exactly the same. Using Ki to heal was really the same as using Reikai, magic or Chakra with some minor tweaks.
"Can't do that again." Tre moaned as she sat up, her upper clothing finally giving up and falling apart, leaving her topless in a crater. She looked at Genma, who was oogling her. "...Can I kill him?" She asked while covering her naked breasts with her arms, blushing and frowning while looking away.
Ranma rubbed his head and pulled out a large robe and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Knock it off, Genma." Really, he was acting like he had never seen a pair of breasts before. Then again, Tre had a rather large chest, that might have had something to do with it.
Nodding her thanks, Tre stood up, only to have her pants and panties tear apart and fall to the ground in tatters. "...I liked those pants too." She muttered as she tightened her robe and made her way back to the house.
Ranma looked at the destruction and laughed at it. "Well, at least I don't have to clean it up." He said as he followed Tre back to the Tendo home, but not before kicking Genma for being an open pervert.
Cinque shook her head and looked at Nove and Sette. "Don't develop a technique that causes your clothes to disintegrate as a result."
When they got back to the house, Wendi and Sein were looking at the path of destruction curiously. "Tre-nee..." Wendi waved the taller cyborg down. "What happened?"
"I was finally able to use Mach Impulse." Tre muttered and walked into the house. "I'm starving." She grumbled as she went into the house and to her room. Even if she was starving, she wanted to at least wear a pair of underwear under the robe.
The last thing she wanted was someone looking down when she was wearing nothing but a robe on and get a free show.
Blinking, Sein turned to the others as they walked into the yard. "...Does this happen all the time?"
"More than you know." Ranma smirked at her and looked at the destruction sighing. "Oh well..." He'd get some clones to clean it up later. "Tre's right, we should eat."
Later at the table, Nove looked at Tre seriously. "Just what the heck happened out there? You suddenly glowed and shot off like a cannon ball."
Wincing as she recalled the pain she felt from crashing into the ground like she had, Tre shook her head. "Finally was able to use Mach Impulse, the results weren't good." She grumbled as she practically wolfed down the food.
"Meaning she managed to develop the raw technique but hasn't refined it yet." Ranma had a smirk on his face and a tone of voice that had Wendi shuddering and jumping into Nove's lap, shrieking in fear. "It wasn't that bad." He deadpanned at her. Honestly, she hadn't even begun to go through his real training methods and this was how she was reacting?
"Ice doesn't freeze that way." Wendi murmured as she shook on Nove's lap, who sighed and dislodged herself from the other redhead, pushing Wendi off of her lap.
"Anyway... What's with the weird energy you use?" When Ranma looked at her with a raised eyebrow, she clarified, "it's like magic, but... Not... I don't know... It's like... A 44 megahertz frequency while magic is more like a 55 megahertz frequency." Nove's face felt flush at the looks she was getting. "It's the closest thing I could think of!" She waved her arms in front of her rapidly to get them to stop with the weird or teasing looks.
"Actually, I was thinking the same thing." Cinque looked at Ranma through her one good eye. Her eye-patch was off and to the side, allowing the slightly confused and concerned look on her face to be completely seen. "It's nothing like anything that I've ever seen, so I was a bit curious."
"It's chi." Ranma said with a shrug, but he was amused by the two. "I'm honestly surprised that you didn't call it magic though." Most people of Mid-Childa just assumed it was magic no matter what. It had taken a long while for the Wolkenritter to stop calling it magic and they KNEW it wasn't magic.
Nove chuckled at that, glad that people weren't calling her stupid or staring at her fully. "Well, it was like magic, but there was something that felt off. I thought it was some sort of IS at first, but... That girl who attacked me, she used the same thing as you did."
Idly wondering what Shampoo was up to, Ranma nodded at Nove. "Yeah, it's chi. It's the basic life energy every living thing has."
"...If everyone has it, does that mean..." Nove began as Ranma shook his head.
"No. It's a pain in the ass to learn how to use properly anyway. Most people, if they can use it, just use it to strengthen and enhance their bodies, nothing more." Plus it generally took most of ones life time to learn how to use beyond simple body enhancing. "It's not like magic, where if you have it, you can use it. Though, magic and chi are similar in the fact that everyone has varying amounts and varying levels of ability when it comes to what they can do." Ranma tapped his chin a few times.
"Son... Magic?" Genma looked a little confused before getting splashed in the face with cold water, turning him into a panda. "Growf?"
"You turn into a panda with a splash of cold water and magic confuses you?" Ranma rolled his eyes as the panda grumbled and settled down. "Still..." He looked at Nove and Cinque, smiling at them. "Great job. You two didn't call it magic the first chance you got."
Nove and Cinque both felt their faces flushing, but they had pleased looks on their faces.
(---)
Watching Shampoo train, Cologne idly smoked on a pipe and wondered about a few things. Mostly she wondered about the girl's seeming rivalry with that redheaded girl, Nove. There was more to that girl than she was seeing. Not only that, the redhead's older sister, Tre wasn't too skilled, but she was strong and fast, which wasn't too unusual, she had fought against the Musk before, those warriors were either stronger or faster than any human could possibly be in one life time. The others were also a mystery, but they all had signs of training, or at least experience of some sort, in their walk. Some had more than others, of course, but there wasn't much that could be done about that. "Really, granddaughter, are you that hard-up that you can't concentrate?" She enjoyed the flushed, angry look on her face from that. If Shampoo couldn't get her emotions in order, well... Cologne sighed softly and shook her head. While she was grateful that Shampoo had gotten a new drive to train and better herself, she could see that the girl wasn't improving very quickly.
"Shampoo..." Cologne shook her head, sighing. "That's enough, you're just wearing yourself out."
"Not..." She panted softly. "Done yet."
Shaking her head, Cologne had to wonder what it was about pride, arrogance, anger and frustration that kept people from truly reaching their full potential. "Yes, yes you are. You've trained non-stop for the past few days, you're not getting any better right now."
Shampoo frowned at that, unsure why Cologne was so stubborn about all of this. "I won't lose to her again!" She explained, clenching a fist tightly. "I just need to figure out how to beat that attack of hers." She frowned as she spoke in Chinese.
"Where on Earth am I now?!" A male voice yelled suddenly, getting both Amazons attention. "I swear! I was in Paris a few minutes ago." Both Amazons sweat-dropped as a boy with a spotted bandanna on his forehead walked into the clearing. They didn't know where this "Paris" was, well, Shampoo didn't, Cologne had a vague idea of it being on an entirely different continent, but that was it.
"You aren't near this Paris, boy..." Cologne told him, getting a startled jump from Ryoga as he spun around and looked at the two stupidly. "You're in a construction lot in Nerima."
"Really?" Ryoga blinked, rubbing the back of his head. "That would explain why everyone's speaking Japanese, but why is it only a twenty minute walk from here to Paris?"
Shampoo sweat-dropped heavily, so heavily in fact that she fell over. "Stupid, this Japan, not Paris."
"But! I swear! I was just in Paris! I was by the Eiffel Tower, people were speaking French, well, there were some Japanese and English in there, but I thought they were tourists."
Holding up a hand and pointing behind her, Cologne sighed at him. "Was that the tower you were at?"
"Huh?" Ryoga looked up and blinked, nodding. "Yeah! Wow, I didn't know that Paris was near Nerima." He got a groan from both women in response.
"Shampoo think that he dumber than Mousse." The purple-haired girl grumbled as she sighed heavily.
(---)
Walking around the city, Nove could only sigh softly. Honestly, with the way things were here, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back to Mid-Childa again. The thought of not always being awake for the loops and being a criminal really didn't sit well with her. Really, this world was peaceful, if a little strange. She blinked as a knife suddenly embedded itself in the sidewalk in front of her. "Eh?" She looked up and blinked as she saw some guy in long white robes and black pants stand on the top of the telephone pole, his incredibly long hair, seriously, it rivaled Sette, Dieci and Cinque's hair lengths, fluttered in the wind and his eyes were closed at that moment. Nove could feel her face heat up slightly. He had a pretty face at least.
"So, there you are." The boy intoned as he jumped down to land lightly on his feet. "I shall make you pay for taking Shampoo's honor!" He cried out while pointing at a telephone pole that he had just jumped off of.
"Uh... that crazy purple-haired girl?" Nove blinked, getting the boy to turn towards her voice and pull out of his sleeves... "...Those are some thick glasses."
Putting the glasses on his face, he squinted and leaned forward. "Huh, you cut your hair. Never-mind that!" He jumped back and pulled out a pair of broadswords. "Prepare to die!"
"What is with people trying to kill me lately?" Nove muttered as she ducked under the slice towards her head and twisted to the side of his follow-up sword thrust.
"Karma for kidnapping Vivio?" Nove turned to see Sein and Dieci there, watching her, the shorter-haired cyborg grinned at her. "That and all the pranks we pulled back then."
"Then why aren't, eek!" Nove had to jump over some chains with sharp points that nearly skewered her, "why aren't you dealing with this then?"
Sein shrugged and turned to Dieci, who scratched her head. "...Maybe people hate redheads around here?" Both Nove and Sein looked at Dieci, who shrugged. "What? It seems like everyone gets irrationally angry at Nove for some stupid reason."
Nove blinked as her back touched a brick wall. "Well, this sucks." She muttered and tensed her legs, preparing to leap out of the way of his next attack.
"Fist of the White Swan!" The boy cried out as his hands blurred, in that instant, Nove, Sein and Dieci's faces all turned green and Nove froze, getting clocked upside the head and sent tumbling to the ground.
"EWWWW!" All three girls cried out as Nove quickly scrambled away from the crazy person.
"Nove, you okay?" Sein asked, looking at her in concern.
"Eww! I need a bath. One in acid maybe!" Nove gagged as she shuddered, looking around for some water to wash her face with.
"Hey!" Dieci frowned at the boy, who was smirking at them. "Why don't you at least use something more normal!"
The boy blinked at her. "...What's wrong with "Fist of the White Swan"?" As far as he knew it was a perfectly legitimate technique, albeit it was unorthodox, but that was the point of his style.
"YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH A DUCK-SHAPED TRAINING POTTY!" Nove screamed at him.
He smirked at them. "I, Mousse of the Chinese Amazons, am a master of black magic and hidden weapons." Flicking his wrists to the side, he held four knives in each hand, between each of his fingers.
Sein blinked a few times as she saw him do that. "Hey, Cinque would just love to know how you did that." The shortest cyborg might not have said anything, but Sein had once lifted that long coat of hers and it was heavy as hell, mostly because of all the heavy knives that it held.
Mousse said nothing and threw the knives at them, missing them by more than a good foot and causing them to dig into the walls and sidewalks around them. "Now, for stealing my Shampoo's honor, die!" Jumping into the air, he pulled out more chains, these ones had spiked balls on the end and threw them down, aiming at Nove. It was too bad about Sein and Dieci, but that was the price to pay for being in his way.
Sein just dropped through the ground and Dieci jumped back while Nove jumped straight up and glared at the nearly blind idiot. "You tried to hurt my sisters!" She yelled at him.
The next thing Mousse knew was a pair of feet crashing into this throat and chest, before he was driven into the ground so hard that all the windows around them rattled and shook.
"And stay down!" Nove snarled at him, raising her foot to stomp on him again before Sein grabbed her from behind and pulled her away. "Lemme go! He tried to hurt you! Lemme go!"
"Calm down, we're okay, Nove." Sein said softly to her, smiling as she slowly relaxed. "I don't think it would be a good idea to kill someone."
"Why not? They keep trying to kill me." Though Nove could feel the anger leaving her body, she didn't have much will to keep hurting the jerk, she just wanted to know why Sein wouldn't let her finish him off.
"Ah..." Sein didn't have a comeback for that.
"Would you want to be like them? Jerks that kill for no reason?" Dieci asked her shorter sister as she walked up to the pair. "Even when we were criminals, Nove, you never would have killed someone without a really good reason."
Sighing, Nove slumped and nodded. Dieci was right, after all. "Thanks."
Both Sein and Dieci smiled at her as she was freed from Sein's grasp. "Come on, sis, let's get some ice cream or something." At least they could forget the horrible experience that way. "...And get your face washed up."
"Ewww! I almost forgot!" Nove shrieked as the trio left the fallen Amazon in the dirt.
Mousse groaned as he slowly sat up a little bit later and rubbed his throat. "She kicks like a mule." He muttered, before coughing and getting up, stumbling off. He needed a place to sit, rest and recover after all of this.
(---)
Sette blinked as she saw Ryoga walking around, seemingly lost. She was about get his attention when a bus drove between them for a few moments. When the bus passed, Ryoga was gone, leaving the tall pinkette looking on in confusion. "...Where'd he go?"
Unseen to Sette, there had been an open manhole cover which he had walked over, causing Ryoga to fall down and into the sewers, getting soaked and triggering his curse. "Bwee!" The little piglet cried out helplessly as it was swept away from the sudden rush of water that came from further up in the sewers.
(---)
"Curse this 54-year-old body and it's need to go to the bathroom every four hours!" A male voice was heard from a building.
"I told the professor that messing with time travel was dangerous."
"Shut up, Zoidberg."
"Aww..."
(---)
Sette just shrugged and walked off, wondering what she was going to do for the rest of the day. Blinking, she thought she heard someone call out to her, before a there was a lighting up of green light in the area and a rumbling of a motorcycle. "Hello, Otto."
The boyish girl smiled at her taller sister. "What's up, Sette?"
The taller girl shrugged as she looked at Otto. "Nothing much, honestly. Saw Ryoga, but he went and teleported away before I could say anything." She tapped her chin, blinking a few times. "Been using your IS lately?"
Otto blinking and slowly shook her head. "No... Why do you ask?"
"No reason, I just thought the area lit up in green for a moment." Sette did think it was weird though, who else had glowing green energy beams of doom anyway?
(---)
In a tree, several blocks away, a severely burned and beaten up Kuno Tatewaki groaned and tried to get up. Well, okay, he wasn't beaten up, and his clothes were only slightly singed, it was the fact that he had landed on the tree-branch a bit too perfectly for his own tastes. "Mine... Jewels... Do not go crunch that way..." He said in a high squeaky voice as his body turned to the side before falling straight down and landing on his head. At least nothing major was injured, or so people who disliked him would have you believe.
But that was something for another time.
(---)
A couple hours later, after getting out of the sewers, a while in the public baths, and a new change of clothes, Ryoga found himself wandering around Nerima again, taking in the sights and wondering about the offer that the old woman, if she could be called a woman, had given him.
Flashback...
"Well, boy, I'd be willing to train you. I can teach you a technique that will make you nearly unbeatable." She smiled at him in such a way that he just shuddered.
"No thanks. I'll just be going now." He said as he turned around and started to walk out of the area and to Nerima, or maybe to Okinawa, no one was sure with a Hibiki. Unless their name was Dan, but no one talked about Dan.
"That's fine, if you change your mind, I'll be right here." She turned away for a moment, to say something to Shampoo in Chinese and turned back to Ryoga, but he was long gone, leaving a blinking Amazon, who shrugged and went back to Shampoo.
End Flashback...
"I still wonder how Ranma does that." A female voice spoke up, catching Ryoga's attention. Anyone speaking of his hated rival, or at least he thought Ranma was his rival, but Ranma had never been able to make him fall to the ground so easily before, at least not in middle school, would catch his attention easily.
"Not sure, Tre-nee." A shorter girl, with long brown hair, was shrugging as she walked next to a tall, short purple-haired woman. "I do like what he did to my blades though."
The taller woman smirked at her. "You mean being able to channel your magic better, Deed?"
"Of course."
"It's you!" Ryoga yelled and pointed at Tre, his eyes were wide, before he narrowed them. "I remember you! You were the one running around naked that night!"
Tre blinked in disbelief, mostly because she honestly didn't know who the babbling idiot was. "Uh... What?"
Ryoga glared and curled his hands into fists. "You know what I'm talking about! Don't try to deny it!" He yelled as he grabbed at his bandannas and pulled four off of his head, getting a blink from the two cyborgs.
"How many of those things do you have?" Deed asked, wondering how he did that. "Sette would just love to know how you did that."
Snapping his wrist down, the soft fabric suddenly stiffened as if it was hard wood or metal, before Ryoga snapped his arm out, throwing the bandannas as though they were spinning shurikens or even buzz-saws.
(---)
"What's wrong boss?" A clone suddenly spoke up as Ranma stiffened and narrowed his eyes.
"Not sure, but something feels... Off..." He muttered, before shaking his head. "Not sure what it is, but anyway, are we almost done with this?"
The clone smirked as he held up Dieci's cannon. "Almost. Just have to finish the overdrive mode for this thing, then we'll have some fun with it." The clone chuckled, almost darkly and gleefully.
"...You've been spending too much time around Brianna, haven't you?" Ranma deadpanned as the clone smirked at him.
"Hey, I love big guns, explosions and her big guns." There was a perverse look on his face as he giggled not unlike some other perverts in the multiverse.
"...I wonder if you're supposed to represent my libido or something."
Shrugging, the clone laughed at him. "Hey, it's not like you go out and try to get some lately anyway."
"Now I know how Naruto feels." Ranma muttered softly, wondering why he thought something was wrong in the world.
(---)
Her face was stuck in a stunned position as the wind blew around her. Both Ryoga and Tre were looking at her, both with eyes fairly wide, Ryoga more-so than Tre as Deed, in an almost comical slow motion, reached behind her and pulled at her hair, only to find out that it was only half as long as it had been before, and only on her right side. "...My hair..." She said slowly, realizing that her hair was long on one side and badly cut on the other side. "...You cut my hair..." She could still feel the strands as they fell out of her long hair. "...My hair..."
"Uh..." Ryoga felt bad that her hair got cut like that. He didn't know much about how girls saw their hair, but he knew that they spent a lot of time taking care of it. "Sorry?"
Deed blinked a few times, before focusing a gaze on him that could melt steel. "You..." She didn't know when she called for her weapons, but they materialized in her hands, lighting up. "Cut..." Her eyes, normally an incandescent red in color, though slightly darker than Wendi's own eyes, seemed to sharpen and burn in a blaze of anger. "My..." Tre wasn't sure if Deed could use fire-based magic, since it was rare that anyone had any sort of elemental magic from Mid-childa. No one was really sure why it was rare, but the common belief was that using devices to do calculations for magic was the reason. "HAIR!"
Tre couldn't help it, she winced reflexively as Deed laid into Ryoga. Honestly she was surprised that the blades weren't slicing him to ribbons, but that wasn't important as Ryoga screamed out in pain with each hit. There was a small explosion and Tre shook her head. "There goes a car... And some garbage cans... And a brick wall..." She commented before finally grabbing Deed in bear hug and lifting her up. She was grateful for her large size and immense strength, she needed every ounce of it as Deed struggled and thrashed to get back at the thoroughly beaten Lost Boy.
"Lemme at him! Lemme at him! He cut my hair! He needs to pay!"
"Remind me not to let you cut the lawn." Tre idly commented, before noticing the tears falling out of Deed's eyes. "...Deed?"
"...He cut my hair... I liked my hair! Now it's ugly!" Deed suddenly slumped, before snapping her head up and glaring at the groaning, barely moving and heavily bruised Ryoga. "Lemme at him!"
"No! Let's... Let's go home... Maybe Ranma can fix this?" Like someone flipped a switch, Deed calmed down as Tre pulled her out of the area.
"You think dad can?" Deed asked, her voice full of hope. When Tre nodded, Deed slipped from her grasp and landed lightly on her feet. "Well then, what am I waiting around here for?!"
Tre could only watch, stupefied as Deed took off like a rocket, saying she'd be at the Tendo Dojo if anyone was looking for her. "...What is it about this place that causes such insanity?" Tre asked to no one in particular. "Then again..." She sighed, remembering the smiles that her sisters had, the way that they could just have fun and no one was trying to arrest or bother them for just being themselves. "...I'm getting soft." Tre shook her head, oddly not displeased by the notion.
Maybe they were becoming more human? Tre didn't know, but if it was a positive thing she really couldn't complain. Well, except for the insanity that seemed to be contagious, that she could do without.
Back where he was layed out, totally bruised and beaten, Ryoga groaned blinked, either he was seeing things, or someone was over him. "Pick him up, Shampoo." An old voice, why did it sound familiar to him? Why was the world moving? He wasn't sure anymore. He was grateful that he didn't have to think about it anymore as his vision darkened completely and he passed out, not that he'd ever mention that he was beaten by a girl. Nope. He had his pride after all. If anyone asked, he'd say that he let her beat him up.
(---)
"Tofu-Sensei, there's a Ms. Takeda here to see you." Uno called out to the back as the man in question came out, smiling at the taller woman, before turning to the smaller, older woman.
"Hello, is your ankle still giving you problems?"
"Just a small amount." The older woman admitted as she limped slightly.
"Well then, how about..." The door to the clinic opened up, getting both Tofu's and Uno's attention. In that instant two things happened, first was Ms. Takeda gaping and wishing that her ankle wasn't hurting and Tofu's glasses fogged over heavily as the person in question walked through the door. "Ka, Ka, Ka, Kasumi! How nice to see you here!" Tofu got all giggly and jittery as Kasumi smiled at him.
Uno, thankfully, had moved away and had pulled Ms. Takeda away from the two. She wasn't sure what was going on exactly with Dr. Tofu, but for some reason she didn't want to be near him right now.
Giggling, Kasumi smiled at the doctor. "You're so silly, I'm just returning this book I borrowed." The instant that she put the book in his hands, Tofu suddenly erupted into insane giggles, spun to the side and flung open the metal cabinet that was used to hold various white coats and supplies, along with a full-size skeleton model.
"Hee hee hee! Betty, what are you doing here?" Grabbing the skeleton, he started dancing, spinning around, and around, and through the door, destroying the wall, as Uno stared stupidly, the old woman thanked Uno for saving her life and Kasumi was just giggling at the antics of Dr. Tofu as he crashed through mail boxes, fences and telephone poles.
"...This happen often?" Uno asked, getting a surprised look from the older woman. "...What? I've never seen those two in the same room together."
"...You are most lucky." Ms. Takeda nodded sagely at her. "Would you be a dear and help me to the bus stop? Tofu-sensei won't be back until tomorrow at the earliest."
"Uh... Sure." For all her experiences, Uno really, really found that she felt like a fish out of water in this city. "...That was kind of funny."
"As long as he doesn't get his hands on you." Ms. Takeda chuckled softly as Uno nodded, before blinking as she looked back into the room. "Coming, Kasumi?"
"Hmm? Oh sure." She smiled and followed the tall Number. "What about work?"
Uno shrugged the question off. She'd just clock out later.
(---)
"Ranma?" Uno blinked as she walked into the kitchen shortly after taking Ms. Takeda home. "What are you doing?" Seeing Deed sitting on a chair with a white apron around her neck, looking miserable while Ranma had a pair of scissors in his hands as he held up her hair... "Oh..." Uno sat down on another chair in the kitchen. "So what's with the hair cut?"
"Ryoga cut my hair..." Deed said, pouting heavily as she heard the snip and cut through her hair. "Very badly, and now I need my hair cut to even it out." She seemed more upset as she said that. Ranma, surprisingly, was quiet as he cut her hair.
"Ouch..." Uno could understand, growing hair as long as Deed had was a pain normally, to have it cut off like that... "You did get him back, I hope."
"He's still alive..." Deed muttered as Ranma stepped out around from behind her. "Well?"
Smiling slightly, he materialized a few mirrors around Deed and had her look at them. "I think it turned out pretty good."
Uno couldn't help but agree as she saw Deed's hair, it was a lot shorter, just past her shoulders, as opposed to before where it was competing with Cinque's hair and reaching her butt. "Not bad."
Even so, Deed seemed to be even more upset as she looked at her new hair-style. "...You really did like your hair long, huh?" Ranma asked her, getting a sniffle and nod from the cyborg. Smiling softly, Ranma got behind her, his hands glowing as he gently grabbed the ends of her hair and pulling down and much to the shock of both Deed and Uno, the hair started to grow, going from her shoulders down the length of her body until it reached the length of her hair from before.
"...wow..." Both cyborgs could only stare in awe as Ranma smiled at them.
"How did you learn that?" Uno asked, Deed was too shocked at seeing her hair back to normal again, getting a shrug from Ranma in response.
"You'd be surprised what you can come up with when you're bored some days."
Uno was about to say something when Deed suddenly jumped off the chair and hugged Ranma tightly, tears leaking out of her eyes as she thanked him profusely. Seeing Ranma smile softly as he hugged her, the eldest of all the cyborgs was rather struck by how Ranma looked like a father at that moment. Idly, Uno wondered just why Ranma's eyes seemed to light up in happiness whenever Deed, Otto or Sette called him father, before shrugging it off, it was something to ask him about later.
(---)
Contrary to common thoughts among various loopers and anchors, Ranma could, in fact, sleep in a room with women and not have sex with them all the time. While those people would say that was impossible, that was just what was happening, minus the sleeping as Uno, who was under the covers in the futon that she, Tre and Ranma shared, just couldn't sleep. There was just too much on her mind. "You two asleep?"
"Not yet." Tre muttered, sighing softly while Ranma chuckled from his spot between them and turned his head to face her.
"What's wrong?" He was curious, there wasn't much to see in the dim lighting, but then again, his eyesight was so much better than most people's even a small speck of light allowed him to see almost perfectly. There were times he wasn't sure whether to thank Brianna and Britanny or curse them for their involvement in that.
"I've just been curious about something..." She said as she sat up, revealing that she was wearing a large t-shirt under the blankets as she turned to look at him. "You look at Deed, Otto and Sette differently than the others."
"Really?"
"Yeah..." Uno nodded and sighed softly. "It's not like you're playing favorites or anything, but your eyes seem happier whenever they call you "dad" as opposed to the rest of us. Why is that?" She might not have asked had she known more about the subject, it wasn't her fault that no one explained things to her. Really, it wasn't.
Both Uno and Tre looked at Ranma in confusion as he stood up and walked towards the window, opening it. "Sorry... I... I'm not going to answer that one, Uno." He sighed and looked at them. "I'm not mad, I just... I just don't like talking about that subject, that's all."
Both Uno and Tre were left with nothing but questions and confusion and really had no idea just what had happened exactly.
Retreating to the roof, Ranma sighed softly as he sat there, ignoring the wind as it blew against his body as he looked out at the buildings silently. There was a lot that he had forgotten over the years, mostly for his own sanity's sake, remembering every little detail that one went through over a countless amount of years could drive someone insane. There were just some things that stayed with a person though.
The loss of his first child was one of them.
As he sat there thinking, a lone tear fell from his face. He hadn't done anything wrong, hell, it had been so early in the loops that he had used them to try and fix everyone's problems. Actually having a child had been the happiest moment of his relatively short, at the time, life. His hands actually shook slightly as he held his hands up to look at them. He could still feel the weight, the way his child wiggled, squirmed, cried and even kicked at him.
Then the loop restarted.
Closing his eyes, he chuckled mirthlessly. "Not very funny." He muttered to himself, tears falling down his face, he didn't care if anyone saw him at that moment.
"Still can't forget, huh?" A familiar voice spoke up, causing him to nod as he turned to the person in question.
"You never had to deal with the memory, Nabiki." Ranma shook his head at her, his face tear-streaked at that moment. "My first child... I can never forget the sudden shock of losing my first child, Nabs."
"I wish you wouldn't call me that." The brown-haired girl muttered as she moved towards him and sat down within arm's reach of him. The two sat there in comfortable silence for hours, just watching the night as it went by slowly.
They would still be there, sitting silently and looking out at the day as the sun slowly crept over the horizon, signifying the start of a new day.
Spoiler for Ending Comments:
Man, what a way to end the chapter, huh?
Don't worry, future chapters are funnier, I promise.
And Deed is scary when she gets angry.
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My fics Due to certain things, I am not here, find me over on TFF.
Location: Place of rocks and trees, and trees and rocks...and water.
Age: 33
Just something that I found in my files and decided to finish for fun . A little short pre-A's, about Dr. Ishida and Hayate .
Spoiler for Just What the Doctor Ordered:
Just What the Doctor Ordered
“How are you today Hayate-chan?” Ishida-sensei flipped through Hayate’s charts, glancing over at her with warm concern. She had only been the little girl’s doctor for about a year, but Ishida felt more fond of Hayate than any of her other patients. It was tragic, Hayate’s inexplicable paralysis, yet the girl never lost her smile no matter how many trips in and out of the hospital.
“Alright,” Hayate said, giving her a sheepish grin.
“Alright?” Ishida gave her a stern look. “The nurse said you were sick last night?”
Another sheepish grin sealed her guilt. The doctor clucked and waved the clipboard admonishingly. “If you’re not feeling well you have to say so. Hayate-chan trusts her sensei, yes?”
“Of course!”
“Good,” Ishida said, patting Hayate on the head affectionately. “So,” she asked again, “How are you today, Hayate-chan?”
“My stomach’s still a little queasy,” Hayate confessed this time. “But it’s much better than yesterday! I feel a lot better too, and I’m really not tired or hurting anymore.”
Dr. Ishida smiled as she readied the thermometer device, waiting for the electronic display to turn on. “Do your legs hurt at all?” Despite the trouble, any time Hayate landed in the hospital Ishida would carefully take her through all their usual tests to make sure that the paralysis hadn’t spread any further. While it hadn’t spread higher up Hayate’s body in the last year, which was a relief, every time the girl’s legs seemed to get weaker and less responsive, a fact that always horrified Ishida. She hid her true worry from Hayate though. The girl was too kind by far, and Ishida knew that Hayate would strain herself to try and ease her doctor’s concerns, which was the last thing Ishida wanted.
Hayate really was such an exasperatingly considerate child.
“The nurses are really nice, and they help me turn a lot so my legs don’t hurt at all,” Hayate answered, blinking her kind blue eyes up at Ishida. She obediently opened her mouth for the thermometer, holding it under her tongue, well-practiced at the routine. “Um pheelin muhch betther, reahy.”
Ishida laid a hand on Hayate’s forehead, the more inaccurate but comforting way to judge Hayate’s temperature. “Hm, you’re a lot cooler than yesterday, so that’s good.” She heard the thermometer beep and scribbled down the number on her clipboard. “Well, Hayate-chan, all your tests came in fine, so there are no worries there. I’m still a little concerned about your fever though. I think I want to keep you here for one more day, just to make sure that you’re completely better.”
“If you really think so, sensei…” Hayate mumbled, looking at her lap then glancing up imploringly. “But if I’m okay to go home, I really would rather not be any trouble here.”
While the little girl had a point, Ishida hummed, looking through the charts again as an excuse not to answer right away. It was true, Hayate would probably be alright going home, but she was reluctant to send the girl back to her empty house the day before her birthday. Ishida never understood how Hayate could possibly be allowed to stay all alone in a large house while disabled, but all her protests were replied with oddly evasive notices from her superiors. Something about special circumstances, and an uncle who had explained this to that person, and signed that for this clause…
But none of that solved the problem of leaving a nine-year old child alone in an empty house.
“Sensei?”
“Hayate-chan, are you sure?” Ishida set her clipboard down on the bedside table and took a seat on the bed, patting Hayate’s hand. “It would be no trouble to have you stay another day for observation.”
The girl smiled one of her sweet, gentle smiles. “I don’t want to take up space that someone else who’s actually sick might need…”
“You are someone who’s actually sick, Hayate-chan,” reminded Ishida, tapping the girl on the head.
“Still, I’m lots better today, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are,” Ishida assured her while also sighing and conceding the point. She studied Hayate’s innocent and open expression, struggling to keep her personal emotions and her professional logic separate. Long stays wouldn’t be good for the girl, exposing her to stronger germs in the hospital environment, and the mental strain of being constantly hospitalized wasn’t either. Hayate would probably do better at home, although it would add another constant worry to Ishida’s own mind.
“Okay, I’ll let you go home if you promise me something?” Ishida gave in. “You have to promise to go home and rest. Get lots of sleep, and come in again tomorrow for your scheduled check-up—we didn’t finish all the tests yesterday, so it’ll be really quick, okay?”
“Okay,” promised Hayate, nodding.
“Good girl,” smiled Ishida, and handed Hayate her clothes from the bed-stand. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
She left Hayate to change and walked outside the room, sliding the charts back into the box beside the door. Making her way over to the nurse’s station, Ishida spotted one of them changed out of their scrubs and ready to leave. “Ah, Hitomi-san? Can you please do me a favour?”
The tall blonde woman nodded curiously. “Of course, sensei.”
“Could you please walk Hayate-chan home? It’s alright if she needs to stop for groceries on the way, but please make sure she gets home safely and that she goes to bed.”
“Hayate-chan?” Hitomi grinned and nodded again, her eyes warm. All the nurses had a soft spot for Hayate, although it was rather sad how often they all saw the girl. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you,” Ishida said in relief. She returned to Hayate’s room, walking in as Hayate finished transferring herself to her chair and was pulling the sheets neatly flat and centering her pillow. Ishida didn’t want to ruin the pleasure Hayate got from being polite and helpful by letting her know that the nurses had to strip and remake the beds anyways, and so she waited patiently for Hayate to finish.
“Hitomi-san has just finished her shift and will walk you home…is there anything else you need?”
“Nothing sensei, thank you,” Hayate replied, bowing in her chair and giving her another smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Ishida watched Hayate wheel herself out into the hallway and cheerfully greet Hitomi, the two of them chatting enthusiastically as they made their way to the elevator.
One of her colleagues came up to her side. “Oh, is Hayate-chan alright?”
“Yes,” Ishida reassured her, smiling despite her internal worries. “It was just a bad flu, her condition isn’t any worse.”
“It’s such a sad thing, for such a young girl to be paralyzed like that. Her condition is stable though, isn’t it?”
“For now,” Ishida said softly.
It was Hayate’s birthday tomorrow.
Please, if there were any kind gods listening…let that poor little girl become happy and well and not alone anymore.
Spoiler for Author's Note:
And we all know who showed up the next day!
I've always liked Dr. Ishida, and I think it's pretty special how the first person we hear in Nanoha A's is Dr. Ishida asking after Hayate . Sad how she's the only person who cared about Hayate before the Wolkenritter!
I've always liked Dr. Ishida, and I think it's pretty special how the first person we hear in Nanoha A's is Dr. Ishida asking after Hayate . Sad how she's the only person who cared about Hayate before the Wolkenritter!
We should all be grateful for that, really.
Nanoha: She has such sad, beautiful eyes... I should--
Fate: No, Nanoha. You can't shoot her with your laser beam.
Nanoha: Awww...
Just something that I found in my files and decided to finish for fun . A little short pre-A's, about Dr. Ishida and Hayate .
Spoiler for Just What the Doctor Ordered:
Just What the Doctor Ordered
“How are you today Hayate-chan?” Ishida-sensei flipped through Hayate’s charts, glancing over at her with warm concern. She had only been the little girl’s doctor for about a year, but Ishida felt more fond of Hayate than any of her other patients. It was tragic, Hayate’s inexplicable paralysis, yet the girl never lost her smile no matter how many trips in and out of the hospital.
“Alright,” Hayate said, giving her a sheepish grin.
“Alright?” Ishida gave her a stern look. “The nurse said you were sick last night?”
Another sheepish grin sealed her guilt. The doctor clucked and waved the clipboard admonishingly. “If you’re not feeling well you have to say so. Hayate-chan trusts her sensei, yes?”
“Of course!”
“Good,” Ishida said, patting Hayate on the head affectionately. “So,” she asked again, “How are you today, Hayate-chan?”
“My stomach’s still a little queasy,” Hayate confessed this time. “But it’s much better than yesterday! I feel a lot better too, and I’m really not tired or hurting anymore.”
Dr. Ishida smiled as she readied the thermometer device, waiting for the electronic display to turn on. “Do your legs hurt at all?” Despite the trouble, any time Hayate landed in the hospital Ishida would carefully take her through all their usual tests to make sure that the paralysis hadn’t spread any further. While it hadn’t spread higher up Hayate’s body in the last year, which was a relief, every time the girl’s legs seemed to get weaker and less responsive, a fact that always horrified Ishida. She hid her true worry from Hayate though. The girl was too kind by far, and Ishida knew that Hayate would strain herself to try and ease her doctor’s concerns, which was the last thing Ishida wanted.
Hayate really was such an exasperatingly considerate child.
“The nurses are really nice, and they help me turn a lot so my legs don’t hurt at all,” Hayate answered, blinking her kind blue eyes up at Ishida. She obediently opened her mouth for the thermometer, holding it under her tongue, well-practiced at the routine. “Um pheelin muhch betther, reahy.”
Ishida laid a hand on Hayate’s forehead, the more inaccurate but comforting way to judge Hayate’s temperature. “Hm, you’re a lot cooler than yesterday, so that’s good.” She heard the thermometer beep and scribbled down the number on her clipboard. “Well, Hayate-chan, all your tests came in fine, so there are no worries there. I’m still a little concerned about your fever though. I think I want to keep you here for one more day, just to make sure that you’re completely better.”
“If you really think so, sensei…” Hayate mumbled, looking at her lap then glancing up imploringly. “But if I’m okay to go home, I really would rather not be any trouble here.”
While the little girl had a point, Ishida hummed, looking through the charts again as an excuse not to answer right away. It was true, Hayate would probably be alright going home, but she was reluctant to send the girl back to her empty house the day before her birthday. Ishida never understood how Hayate could possibly be allowed to stay all alone in a large house while disabled, but all her protests were replied with oddly evasive notices from her superiors. Something about special circumstances, and an uncle who had explained this to that person, and signed that for this clause…
But none of that solved the problem of leaving a nine-year old child alone in an empty house.
“Sensei?”
“Hayate-chan, are you sure?” Ishida set her clipboard down on the bedside table and took a seat on the bed, patting Hayate’s hand. “It would be no trouble to have you stay another day for observation.”
The girl smiled one of her sweet, gentle smiles. “I don’t want to take up space that someone else who’s actually sick might need…”
“You are someone who’s actually sick, Hayate-chan,” reminded Ishida, tapping the girl on the head.
“Still, I’m lots better today, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are,” Ishida assured her while also sighing and conceding the point. She studied Hayate’s innocent and open expression, struggling to keep her personal emotions and her professional logic separate. Long stays wouldn’t be good for the girl, exposing her to stronger germs in the hospital environment, and the mental strain of being constantly hospitalized wasn’t either. Hayate would probably do better at home, although it would add another constant worry to Ishida’s own mind.
“Okay, I’ll let you go home if you promise me something?” Ishida gave in. “You have to promise to go home and rest. Get lots of sleep, and come in again tomorrow for your scheduled check-up—we didn’t finish all the tests yesterday, so it’ll be really quick, okay?”
“Okay,” promised Hayate, nodding.
“Good girl,” smiled Ishida, and handed Hayate her clothes from the bed-stand. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
She left Hayate to change and walked outside the room, sliding the charts back into the box beside the door. Making her way over to the nurse’s station, Ishida spotted one of them changed out of their scrubs and ready to leave. “Ah, Hitomi-san? Can you please do me a favour?”
The tall blonde woman nodded curiously. “Of course, sensei.”
“Could you please walk Hayate-chan home? It’s alright if she needs to stop for groceries on the way, but please make sure she gets home safely and that she goes to bed.”
“Hayate-chan?” Hitomi grinned and nodded again, her eyes warm. All the nurses had a soft spot for Hayate, although it was rather sad how often they all saw the girl. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you,” Ishida said in relief. She returned to Hayate’s room, walking in as Hayate finished transferring herself to her chair and was pulling the sheets neatly flat and centering her pillow. Ishida didn’t want to ruin the pleasure Hayate got from being polite and helpful by letting her know that the nurses had to strip and remake the beds anyways, and so she waited patiently for Hayate to finish.
“Hitomi-san has just finished her shift and will walk you home…is there anything else you need?”
“Nothing sensei, thank you,” Hayate replied, bowing in her chair and giving her another smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Ishida watched Hayate wheel herself out into the hallway and cheerfully greet Hitomi, the two of them chatting enthusiastically as they made their way to the elevator.
One of her colleagues came up to her side. “Oh, is Hayate-chan alright?”
“Yes,” Ishida reassured her, smiling despite her internal worries. “It was just a bad flu, her condition isn’t any worse.”
“It’s such a sad thing, for such a young girl to be paralyzed like that. Her condition is stable though, isn’t it?”
“For now,” Ishida said softly.
It was Hayate’s birthday tomorrow.
Please, if there were any kind gods listening…let that poor little girl become happy and well and not alone anymore.
Spoiler for Author's Note:
And we all know who showed up the next day!
I've always liked Dr. Ishida, and I think it's pretty special how the first person we hear in Nanoha A's is Dr. Ishida asking after Hayate . Sad how she's the only person who cared about Hayate before the Wolkenritter!
Awww, this was sweet. There are a few lines that read a bit awkwardly, but that might be because I just woke up *yawn* But yeah, Dr Ishida was nice. Shame she's another one of those side characters forgotten about by the masses.
This was contentment. Sitting in a nice big tub, full of nice fluffy suds and scented shower gels. It was just like being a kid again. He had a lovely brand new bar of imported lilac scented soap. He had a soft, fluffy towel for drying himself off later. He even had a scrub brush for those hard to reach places. And he had one other thing...
"Squeak!"
"Ah my little rubber friend," he turned over his beloved yellow fowl friend in his hand. "We haven't gotten to relax like this in a while."
"Squeak!"
Under his breath he started to hum a song his mom had always sung at bath time when he was a wee little boy.
"Oh~ rubber ducky you're the one."
"Squeak, Squeak."
"You make bath time lots of fun."
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of you."
He placed the ducky upon a model space craft where it bobbed in the water.
"Rubber Ducky, Joy of joys."
"Squeak."
"When I squeeze you, you make noise." Nothing had been more pleasing to his three year old self... or his adult self it seemed.
"Squeak."
"Rubber Ducky you're my very best friend, it's true." Rubber Ducky would never ever sell him out, or use him, or break his heart.
He picked up the duck and continued crooning. "Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
"Rubba dub dubby."
He scrubbed the little duck's back with his brush, "Now let's get you all nice and clean. I'd tell you to wash behind the ears but you are a duck after all."
"Oh, everyday when I, make my way to the tubby~"
"I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby~"
Chrono dived under his sudsy bubbles, both to protect his decency and hide his unmanly embarrassment... and his Ducky. "I thought you were taking them out for the day."
Yuuno scratched his chin. "I did but they were tired and you didn't answer when I rang the doorbell."
"I'm in the bathtub!"
"Well that's quite clear now." Yuuno shooed Chrono's twins out of the bathroom, "Let's go kids your daddy's having Ducky time."
"Out! Out! Out!"
"Have an 'Oh so fun' bath~" Yuuno threw in before dashing out.
LOL, on second thought, maybe it was better that Nanoha didn't meet Hayate until the end! (And Fate sighs in relief...)
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Originally Posted by 00-Raiser
Awww, this was sweet. There are a few lines that read a bit awkwardly, but that might be because I just woke up *yawn* But yeah, Dr Ishida was nice. Shame she's another one of those side characters forgotten about by the masses.
Yeah, there are probably a few lines that don't work, I wrote it pretty late at night . There aren't enough Hayate-focused stories, and not enough of all these random side characters, so I thought I'd do one up ^^. It was so sad to see Hayate have only one message on her answering machine, and that's a message from her doctor...
LOL, on second thought, maybe it was better that Nanoha didn't meet Hayate until the end! (And Fate sighs in relief...)
I could see arguing that anything Nanoha did to the Defense Program counted... but that's shaky, and in that case, Fate would share it, as they both were "inside the book" at the time.
New short! Set in Sistersverse, so the pairing is obviously Miyuki/Nanoha, at least subtly implied. Also, Syn came up with an awesome ship name for them while we were chatting on AIM, dubbing them NanoYuki. It is awesome and I love it and she gets full credit for it.
Onward!
Spoiler for Sky Pendant:
Nanoha absently brushed loose strands of hair out of her eyes, leaning down slightly as she peered through the glass of the Mid-Childan jewelry store. The teenager wasn’t usually one to pay much mind to fancy little things like necklaces and earrings, but she had to admit that a certain trinket in the store display had caught her eye: a tiny pendant, the stone the color of a clear blue sky with no clouds. Two small white wings had been carefully carved and attached to the sides of the stone, making it look as if the little necklace would come to life and flit off at a moment’s notice.
“Do you like it, my master?” The curious tone that was apparent in Raising Heart’s voice made Nanoha smile, and she got the feeling that her little jewel was assessing the pendant she currently eyed, almost like a potential mate or possible competition.
“No worries, Raising Heart, you’re my first love.” Her hand lightly closed around the Device. “I have to admit it’s very pretty, though.” And expensive, she thought with a small wince as she once more glanced at the price tag. She was by no means poor, but she wasn’t exactly made of money at the moment, either. A shame, really; she liked the necklace, too…
“What’re you looking at, Nanoha?”
Nanoha nearly jumped out of her skin, but managed to stifle the yelp; she glanced up to find Miyuki peering over her shoulder, the older woman casually leaning against her sister and wrapping her in a loose embrace as she studied the object of Nanoha’s interest. Nanoha took a deep, slow breath and tried to calm her raging heartbeat. “Onee-chan, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t sneak up on me like that anymore.”
Miyuki smiled innocently. “I remember no such agreement.” Ignoring the brunette’s glare and grumble, she peered in closer. “You like it? You’ve never been one for jewelry before.”
“It kind of reminds me of the sky.” Nanoha laughed sheepishly. “But it’s way too expensive; I think something like that would take a chunk out of even your paycheck, Onee-chan.” Reaching down, she caused Miyuki to let go of her as she grabbed her school bag, and mentally slapped herself for missing her warmth. “I was just looking.”
“Just looking.” Miyuki raised a brow.
“Mmmm! That’s enough for me.” Nanoha tucked her bag under her arm and smiled. “Ready to go home?”
Since her back was turned, Nanoha didn’t see the way Miyuki studied her, then glanced back at the pendant.
It was getting dark, and Nanoha was starting to worry.
It wasn’t like Miyuki to work late; the older woman had a schedule of coming home either before darkness fell or very soon afterwards, mostly because they were both still in an adjustment period to their new home and didn’t want to worry each other. In fact, the older woman had acted oddly during their shopping trip; she’d suddenly mentioned that she’d forgotten that she had an extra shift at work, and had disappeared before Nanoha could even ask what was going on.
With a sigh, Nanoha lay back on her bed. “But even with an extra shift, she isn’t usually out this late…” She scowled, trying to get her mind to stop formulating explanations for why Miyuki hadn’t come home yet and failing miserably.
“Perhaps she is on a date, my master?” Raising Heart suggested, floating beside her. “After all, there was one young man at her workplace who said he would like to ‘tap that’—"the rest of the Device’s sentence was muffled as Nanoha groaned and smacked her down with a hand, pinning her to the bed.
“Don’t say ‘on a date’ and ‘tap that’ so casually,” Nanoha mumbled, wondering why the thought of her sister out on a date with a man—or hell, a woman if she really wanted to torture herself—bothered her so much. Miyuki certainly had every right to go out on dates; she was still young, and a very beautiful woman.
So why was she feeling this burning ache in her chest at the thought?
At that moment, the door opened and distracted Nanoha from her thoughts, making her sit up and causing Raising Heart to release a muffled squeak of protest from beneath her hand. “Onee-chan?”
“Sorry I’m late, Nanoha.” She heard Miyuki close the door and lock it. “I had to work late because a couple guys cut out early.”
“It’s all right.” Springing off the bed, Nanoha darted to greet her sister, reaching her just in time to see her hang up her jacket. “Did you eat yet? I can get started on dinner.”
“Um, yeah.” Miyuki seemed oddly nervous. “Hey, Nanoha, can you do me a favor and close your eyes?”
Nanoha blinked in confusion before she nodded, closing her eyes. She didn’t know what her sister was thinking, but she trusted Miyuki and saw no reason to question her. She felt the older woman’s fingers brush her neck, then the soft sound of something clicking into place and a gentle weight against her chest. Confused, she opened her eyes slowly.
And blinked, finding that she was now wearing the winged, sky-colored pendent she’d looked at earlier. Stunned, her hand closed around it. “Onee-chan?”
“You said you liked it.” Miyuki smiled weakly. “And my salary pays a little bit more than yours does at the moment.”
“But…. You didn’t have to…”
“I just wanted to, you know? It’s rare to see you take an interest in something like that.” The older woman rubbed the back of her neck and resisted the urge to squirm. Why the hell was she so nervous? This wasn’t the first time she’d bought something for Nanoha because the girl had wanted it but couldn’t get it herself, so why was this different?
The next instant Miyuki’s babbling was cut off as she was hugged tightly by Nanoha, the teenager smiling happily as her eyes shone. “Thank you, Onee-chan!”
…
Oh hell, she was blushing.
Nonetheless, Miyuki gently hugged Nanoha back and returned her smile. “No problem, Nanoha.”
She wondered why she felt as if she was in big, big trouble.
Spoiler for Author's Notes:
1. So yeah, this is set in Sistersverse, obviously. I just have no clue if this will actually be mentioned in the canon plot for the story itself, or just left off to the side.
2. At this point I'm kind of dropping the whole "could be viewed as sisterly love" thing, at least for this one-shot, since I've decided to go full steam ahead with the pairing for the main story. So obviously, this was a good chance to drop some little hints of things developing ahd shifting.
3. In terms of storyline, this takes place maybe a month or so before the main plot of Sisters kicks off.
New short! Set in Sistersverse, so the pairing is obviously Miyuki/Nanoha, at least subtly implied. Also, Syn came up with an awesome ship name for them while we were chatting on AIM, dubbing them NanoYuki. It is awesome and I love it and she gets full credit for it.
Onward!
Spoiler for Sky Pendant:
*snip*
Spoiler for Author's Notes:
1. So yeah, this is set in Sistersverse, obviously. I just have no clue if this will actually be mentioned in the canon plot for the story itself, or just left off to the side.
2. At this point I'm kind of dropping the whole "could be viewed as sisterly love" thing, at least for this one-shot, since I've decided to go full steam ahead with the pairing for the main story. So obviously, this was a good chance to drop some little hints of things developing ahd shifting.
3. In terms of storyline, this takes place maybe a month or so before the main plot of Sisters kicks off.
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Originally Posted by synaesthetic
Raising Heart made me LOL IRL.
Oh, yes. Raising Heart was epic. The story itself was very sweet, "I remember no such agreement" was almost as good as some of RH's lines, and the jewelry design was attractive. And I really liked the line, "wondering why the thought of her sister out on a date with a man—or hell, a woman if she really wanted to torture herself—bothered her so much"; Nanoha may not be able to yet articulate to herself the name for her feelings, but she's managed to peg that it'd be worse if Miyuki was interested in women...
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2010-04-28, 18:12
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Well, I'm not ashamed to be a NanoFate fan except for the times when they get rabid... And ironically, the series was supposed to be a one-shot which would have ended with Teana x Vice and Nanoha x nobody 
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The story itself was very sweet, "I remember no such agreement" was almost as good as some of RH's lines, and the jewelry design was attractive. And I really liked the line, "wondering why the thought of her sister out on a date with a man—or hell, a woman if she really wanted to torture herself—bothered her so much"; Nanoha may not be able to yet articulate to herself the name for her feelings, but she's managed to peg that it'd be worse if Miyuki was interested in women...
