a/n: After three years, I got up one day and wrote this while eating a muffin. It was muffin-inspired. Heh, so I'm a bit rusty on this whole writing thing, comments/suggestions would be nice. But be gentle...its been a while.
disclaimer: I own nothin
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[Ch.1]
"Testarossa-san, would you please avert your attention to the board?"
Burgundy eyes blinked once, twice. Oops.
"A-ah, sorry Satou-sensei!"
"Mm, I understand the window holds an interesting view of the courtyard, but I assure you pigeons and clouds will not be on the test this Friday." The ebony-haired teacher stared at Fate with arched eyebrows, "See me after class?"
The blonde flushed and nodded, then proceeded to copy down whatever was written on the board. She did it again. Ugh, I have to stop day- Shoot! I missed a lot of notes!
The bell rang and the teacher turned to erase the board. Fate scrambled to get the last two lines onto her notebook before they disappeared off the– …okay never mind.
Sighing, Fate packed up her books and started for the door.
"Fate-kun," the teacher looked at her, concerned, "is there something going on at home? You've been gazing out that window more frequent than not and that's not like you."
"I'm sorry, just a lot to think about lately. Exams are coming up and…" the teen raced for some plausible excuse that wouldn't embarrass her shitless, "and my mother hasn't been in the best of health."
The teacher nodded and gave Fate a reassuring look, "well I'm sure she'll feel better soon. I was beginning to worry," she winked, "that my best student was breaking school protocol…uhm –a boy?"
"AH! No! I wouldn't…there's no…I-I'm-"
"Relax. I knew you wouldn't, but as a teacher I had to ask."
"w-well, I better get to lunch."
"Good day Fate-kun"
With that, Fate sonic-moved out the door… and into Hayate.
"Mou Fate, can't you frantically run out of a classroom more gently?"
"I'll try next time." Fate helped Hayate to her feet and picked up her books. Hayate rubbed her behind gingerly.
"I think you broke it." Hayate mumbled
"Sorry…I'll give you some of my curry as atonement for injuring your butt."
Hayate immediately brightened at the idea, "Yay! Fate-chan's food!" Hayate almost began to skip to the courtyard. Then after a short walk:
"So…is it a boy?"
"Hayate? No. No boy. There is no boy. There was no boy. There will be no boy. And why where you listening through the door?"
"I was curious." The brunette shrugged, "and I know for a fact that Lindy-san is an epitome of health." Fate looked down shamefully, caught in her lie.
They continued to walk in silence.
"So it's a girl?"
"HAYATE!" blond hair frizzed and eyebrows twitched, "Please just drop it…I was tired, that's all okay?"
"mm…ah look it's Nanoha!"
They arrived at the courtyard in time to see that indeed, a blue-eyed girl was waving them over to where she was sitting. She had already started on her lunch with half her meal being sweets.
"ohh! Tiramisu! May I ask if those extra squares are for us?" the Hayate pranced from Fate's side over to Nanoha
"Yeah, but you may want to be careful," blue eyes glanced nervously at the brown squares, "…my brother made those."
Hayate's face dropped, "shoot."
"ah, your parents letting him in the kitchen again?" burgundy eyes flickered with amusement
"Yeah, so they decided to let me take his experiments. An honor really." Nanoha rolled her eyes, "but what the heck took you guys so long?"
"Fate-chan was caught daydreaming about her lover in class again." Hayate bit into her sandwich
"Hayate!! Okay, you know what? You just lost your curry."
"mou, Fate-chan…I was just kidding! And look, it was Vita's turn to make lunch. I love her to death but peanut-butter and pickle sandwiches taste funny after a while!"
"Hayate…"
"yes?" aquamarine eyes shimmered pleadingly
"you're hopeless…" Fate sighed, handing over a small plate of rice and curry.
"Which is why you love me." The brunette cried triumphantly
Nanoha smiled, "Hayate-chan has a family of four to feed excluding herself. So she builds up her energy during the day by mooching off Fate-chan and me."
"Exactly" the short-haired brunette smiled, "and it's okay because you two always pack too much food anyway. But back to the matter at hand…Fate, who's the lucky guy?"
"Oh geez," the blonde put her head between her hands, "It's not like that…"
"But Fate's daydreamy gaze oozes of love love~" If there was one thing Hayate could do, it was make extremely uncomfortable situations and seem completely innocent while doing it. Fate could punch her for that, but that darn smile screamed 'look at me! I'm an angel!'
All the while, Nanoha watched her friends with a smile, "now now, no more teasing –can't you see Fate-chan's face can't get any redder?"
Fate looked up at the blue-eyed girl thankfully, Thank you Nanoha, I can't believe Hayate wouldn't drop it…just for that, I'm never making her extra curry again!
"Ahem…so who's going to try the tiramisu?"
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Fate POVI groaned as my stomach lurched again, I knew I shouldn't have…
"Fate-chan, I'm so sorry!" Nanoha looked at her with worried blue eyes. "I didn't know it would be this bad…"
Nanoha was walking, well actually, half carrying, half dragging the poor blond home. Fate started to feel sick by the end of the day, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why: She was the only one who tried the tiramisu. It wasn't bad. Until she wound up in the nurse's office, the stuff wasn't bad going down, but it was when the stuff came back up she knew longevity was at stake. Nanoha offered to walk Fate home after school, since Lindy-san was off visiting Chrono for the week.
I should have felt grateful, I should have been happy that my best friend was trying to help. But I wasn't. Because the reason behind my constant daydreams, was practically carrying me along the sidewalk. Why did Hayate have to leave early for work? Why did I have to get sick? Why can't I stop the flips in my stomach …it's really not helping my current physical condition…. God damn it! Even as my insides lurched from the food poisoning, I could feel Nanoha's hands wrapped tightly around my waist. Tightly.
"Fate-chan, I'll make it up to you…" they had begun to near Fate's apartment
"N-no, I'm fine…just a little dizzy," Finally! …just got to make it up these stairs, "I'll get a drink and take a nap. Don't worry, I can take care of m-"
The blonde's eyes widened as her stomach gave one final wail of nausea--
"…"
"I'm taking you up."
I merely nodded.
When we got into the apartment Nanoha shoved me into the bathroom to wash up; I sort of curled up into a ball and wished that Nanoha would leave before I got out. I…I…all over…ugh. That was unnecessary…why…why did that have to happen?
"Fate-chan, hurry up in there," a stern voice sounded from the other room, "mou you're not the only one who needs to use the bathroom."
Oh right…All Fate wanted to do was hide under a rock for a good six, seven, fifty years –too much to ask?"Fate," the girl started sternly, "I know what you're thinking, and it's not your fault. Don't be embarrassed. It happens. I just called my parents and told them I'm staying over. So hurry UP!"
I could feel the corners of my mouth give way to a smile. Nanoha always knows what I'm thinking. With that I finally got up to wash the gunk off my front, but I still can't believe I threw up all over her!!
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After furious scrubbing and many trips to the bathroom, Fate was finally tucked into bed. It was quiet save for the almost-silent TV flashing re-runs of some sitcom. Nanoha turned it on to keep her from getting bored, but Fate wasn't paying attention to the screen. She was preparing herself. Because like every other time Nanoha slept over; they would share a bed.
This is getting old Fate turned to the bathroom door where Nanoha was; she could hear the hair dryer softly thrumming behind the bathroom door. This… is getting old. How long can I keep this up? I can't do it anymore…but that was a lie. She knew she would keep pretending. But I don't want to…
It's not fair. She pined for her. She longed to see her everyday. She yearned for lunch to be come sooner so she could talk to her. She remembers to look out the window around history so she can catch a glimpse of her at gym. She remembers to take the long route to Art Club so she bump into her while she sprints to Tennis Club.
a smile tugged at Fate's lips, she's always late.
She remembers her birthday, her gemstone, and her favorite color. She knows when Nanoha is being sincere or lying. She remembers that twinkle in that brunette's eye whenever Fate makes her a snack. She remembers her favorite dessert. I remember how she cries. I remember how she smiles…I remember. I Remember. I Remember.
I remember so much about her because she's all I ever think about.
And for what…?
The hair dryer was clicked off and the bathroom door swung open, "Fate-chan, you feeling any better?"
"mm.." Fate flicked off the TV and adjusted the blankets, here it comes…
Nanoha slid under the covers and fidgeted closer. My heart's pounding…
The girl wrapped her arms around a slim waist. I can't breathe…
Burgundy eyes looked guiltily away and felt the familiar ache beginning to swell within her chest. No more…we're so close…stop…Stop…STOP!
The brunette's grip around her tightened, "neh, Fate-chan?"
"mm?"
"I'm really sorry…"
"It's fine."
"Think you'll be better by tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Tomorrow's a Sunday, so can we sleep in a bit?"
"mm"
"well, good night Fate-chan."
Fate reached over and flicked the lights off. "Oh and Fate?" the brunette was whispering now, a sign she was tired.
"yeah?"
"love you"
"Sweet dreams, Nanoha."
Omake::
"hey mom, what happened to my tiramasu?"
"tiramasu?"
"I made some for this girl in my Bio class. I know, I'm not allowed to..."
(Momoko grabs her keys and runs out door)
"Ma!? Where you goin?"
"My little girl's in danger!"