The Fallen
CleideJam
Disclaimer: I do not own MGLN. *SIGH*
Testarossa Family:
Fate Testarossa:
a girl with long blonde hair with a black bow on its tip and white complexion and dark red eyes
loves the color of black
heir to the Testarossa Group of Companies,
vocalist of the famous band "The Fallen"
ace of track and field team
top ranker in the academy
secret member of the board of trustees of their academy
since childhood she's already a loner, quiet and moderate person, but when she grew up she realized something that turned her into somewhat conceited and an insensitive person
doesn't know she has an affection for a certain brunette
when it comes to her twin sister, she could be over-protective and stubborn
love sweet things
Alicia Testarossa:
another half of Fate Testarossa
decided to study abroad and take law
more feminine between the two
had an arranged marriage at an early age
loves her twin sister very much
hate sweet things for it results to getting her more fat
Precia Testarossa:
once a very caring and loving mother but began to manipulate her daughters when her husband died
only sees Fate as the one who has the potential to take over her father's position
now, a very strict, insensitive, selfish parent
began to torture Fate and blame her for her father's death whenever Fate disobeys her
Takamachi Family:
Nanoha Takamachi:
an average normal girl with brown twin tailed hair but changes it into a lopsided ponytailed hair when she reached high school with blue eyes
daughter of an owner of a small but famous Café
a nice, modest, kind, loving, caring, selfless but brave and straight-forward person
vice president of their student council
captain of the volleyball team
great at baking/making sweet things
3rd ranker in the academy
Believes at love at first sight specially when she saw a certain blonde-haired person and began liking her…, which eventually will grow?
Momoko Takamachi:
A loving, understanding and caring mother
Head owner of Midori-ya Café
Taught Nanoha all about the recipes
Hates to be called old cause there's no trace of it on her beauty
Shiro Takamachi:
An over-protective father
Easily gives in to Momoko
Secret bodyguard of the Testarossa Family
Helps in the Café
School Personnel:
Lindy Harlaown:
Principal of the Uminari Academy
Holds every high profiled details and information about her students
Acts as a second mother to Fate
Mother of Chrono Harlaown
Hayate Yagami:
Granddaughter of a huge company
Fate's childhood friend
President of their student council
Captain and ace of the Chess team
A leader like, persuasive, intelligent and modest person
A short, brown-haired girl with dark blue eyes
2nd ranker in the academy
Somewhat a pervert to the others except for a certain blonde of a library
Carim Gracia:
A bookworm student librarian with long blonde hair that reaches up to waist partnered with a dark blue head band, pale complexion
Hates the student council president for being a pervert to everyone but somehow a something unexpected will occur
Considered a walking library
4th ranker in the academy
The Fallen band members:
Fate:
Vocalist of the band
Loves to sing her heart out
Signum:
Guitarist of the band
Cousin of Hayate Yagami
Silent, protective and caring person
Likes?...shamal
Vita:
Drummer of the group
Hot-headed
Tea:
Keyboardist
Shows affection for Subaru
Erio:
Bassist
Shows affection for Caro
Treats everyone in the band an older sister
Admires Fate
Yuuno Scrya:
Manager of the band
Volleyball Team:
Nanoha:
Team captain
Subaru:
Assistant team captain
Admires Nanoha
Caro:
Team Manager, manages the team's welfare, development and supplies
Shamal:
Nurse of their team
Likes a certain guitarist
Nove:
Team's star player
Ginga:
Sister of Subaru
Team's motivator
Testarossa Butlers:
Shiro:
Personal guard and trainer of Fate
Chrono Harlaown:
Head butler of the family
Replaced his dad when he died
Daughter of Lindy Harlaown
Chapter One: "A Bench Behind a Vending Machine (part 1)"
Fate's POV
Alone. Always sitting alone on this huge couch in our huge living room. A once lively, enjoyable and homey mansion is now a lonely, quiet and saddening abode. Yes, it really is and still a huge, well taken care of and luxurious place but it is like there is no one living in it.
That is why I, eleven-year-old Fate Testarossa, already had enough of these loneliness, pain and frustrations. Therefore, I just ran away. Ran from our house, ran….and….ran.
Guess the weather is coping up with me, the sky began to darken and pour out heavy rain. However, this will not stop me from running away. While running I began to remember how my life became like this. As I ran…I ran with these memories….suddenly remembering those leathered whips piercing through my bare skin, my mother's heart-aching words and the emptiness that I always felt as I failed to protect my other half…Alicia…
"Stop!"
"Die…Fate…Die"
"No!…."
"Then follow me…and only me"
"Nooooo!"
I could hear voices in my head. Voices that I hear every time I will be punished and hit by that same whip.
Exhausted, I stopped from running and found myself near a vending machine. Just behind it I found a bench, I sat on that bench. I sat down quietly, head bowed down, both hands gripping my black, skinny and now wet pants. And along with the rain…my tears continued to fall.
I breathed in….then breathed out. There's only one way for me to let all these emotions to subside and that is to sing my heart out. Now, I thought of a certain song…I sighed and straightened my head…readied my voice. Ignoring everyone or anyone surrounding me, I began singing.
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in
Cause I got time while she got freedom
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven
I suddenly remembered the first time I prayed. I was on the chapel of that hospital, asking god to let him survive…to let my father to still be alive. As I wait, each day and night, I would cry and cry. But he never woke up again.
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man whose gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven
Then my mind went blank as I saw Alicia in my head, she is having an arranged marriage with a wealthy guy. A guy she doesn't even know. I saw it all in her eyes, sadness, worries and forgiveness for me and my mother.
I breathed in, take some air from my stomach as I began to sing the chorus of the song.
What am I supposed to do
When the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay and…
I'm falling to pieces yeah I'm falling to pieces
Tears rolled down…more and more tears appeared. I sang trying to forget all those memories. Then I suddenly realized…it is the last sentence of the song now…
We do not breakeven…no
We don't breakeven…no…
I ended my song, feeling lighter, but still empty. I was surprised when I heard a sudden clapping of hands. I turned around and saw her.
An unknown girl, same as my age I guess, with brown twin-tailed hair, wearing an orange long sleeves tee shirt and white skirt. Her umbrella was on the ground and she was there, joyfully clapping her hands for me…for someone like me.
I realized it wasn't raining anymore when the sun raised and shined on her beautiful and happy face. Those blue appreciative eyes looking at me as if they wanted to melt me. I looked up to her while sitting and asked, "Who are you?" words just came out of nowhere. "Uhh…! Sorry, I was captivated by your voice that I stopped and see who it was from then I saw you…crying…and singing emotionally" she said trying to explain herself for me not to be angry at her for her intrusion "oh…and your singing was so good?...wait, no not good but great!" she added happily.
I looked down trying to figure out what was happening. My heart was racing, warmth all over the place. Happiness in our surrounding and softness in her personality. For the first time after father died I began to feel comfortable again…with her. I also looked at her eyes warmly, softly as if to tell her that I'm thankful for what she'd said and let me feel right now. "Thank you…for liking it" I told her, I could feel that I'm blushing now. I saw her blushing so much more that I chuckled to myself.
I brought out my right hand and held her left hand in a handshake manner "Fate…Testarossa Fate. It's my name and you are?" I asked looking into her blue captivating eyes while still holding her hand. Guess she was startled by my gesture; she flinched before she could answer me "Na-Nanoha. My name is Takamachi Nanoha. Nice meeting you, Fate-chan" she replied blushing more. "Fate-chan? That's something new aside from young master or simply Fate…and I kinda liked it" I thought to myself.
I let go of her hand, turned around "Nice meeting you too, Takamachi-san. I'll be going then" I said as I took a step away from her. But a hand tugged my wet black tee shirt, when I turned my head I looked at her waiting for her reason of tugging.
"Ahmm...Fate-chan, you could just call me Nanoha. I don't want any formalities when I'm with a friend," she said turning her gaze away from me, as she blushed more. I turned my whole body so that I'm facing her now. I realized that I'm an inch taller than she is. I patted her head then held her chin up facing me; I removed my hand from her chin after making sure that we are looking at each other's eyes "alright then. Nanoha-Chan, would you like to do something with a friend?" I asked as I smiled at her.
I saw her face brightening up; she held my hands tightly "unn!"she smiled. "Then what is it that you would like to do? Nanoha-chan" I asked as I looked at her. She put her index finger to her chin and tilted her head a little to the side "hmm..There's a place I know…" she whispered to herself but I could still hear it though. Then she looked at me and asked, "Do you like sweet things? Fate-chan" I was surprised from the suddenly brought topic "hmm. Very" I answered. "Well then! Follow me to our little café," she said proudly and smiling while walking towards the said place.
While walking with Nanoha-chan, I began to wonder why I feel so comfortable being with her. I wonder why I trusted her so much. Guess this is what it feels like to befriend someone normal and average. Somehow, I realized what my mother, Precia Testarossa, always reminded me. I suddenly think that she could be in grave danger if I were to continue this. She's just too normal for me, too normal to be my friend.
As much as I wanted to let go of her hands and begin to walk away from her, there's this something, a feeling that tells me to never let her go. I was interrupted when she started talking to me "Here we are, Fate-chan".
