What's Mine is Yours

Chapter 1

I got out of the cab and sighed as I scrutinized the dormitory I would have to live in for the upcoming two years. It was a flashy school; a school for the wealthy and well brought up students. It was definitely not for someone like me. I was nervous; I had none of the upbringing the others at the school had, and I was only a nerd who studies as her main pastime. I sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time today as I reached for my luggage, thanked the driver, and slowly walked to the entrance of my soon-to-be new school.

I stopped before opening the door to the Administration Office and took a deep, nervous breath. To my dismay, I began developing hiccups.

Wonderful… I thought sarcastically.

I hesitantly opened my school bag and burrowed my hands into it to fish out a water bottle. I opened the cap to the drink and tilted it to my mouth before I was rudely pushed down by someone who jumped over me and in to the office. She stopped on the other side of the glass door and turned around. The first thing that caught my attention was her uniform, which was a complete disaster and contradiction to the school's motto.

Pride and Professionalism... Rule breaker, much?

"Sorry, looks like I got you wet!" She exclaimed as she gave a light chuckle. Before I could capture her appearance, she had left my line of vision.

That blonde...! She jumped… over me…?

I looked at my uniform below only find it was drenched and cold, hiccup, and I still have the hiccups.

Great… I mused indignantly.

I sighed once more and took a drink from the remaining water left in the bottle. Though, fate decided to toy with me.

I was pushed once more by one boy with indigo hair and a woman, presumably a teacher, with long, pink, flowing hair tied in a tight ponytail. "Harlaown! GET BACK HERE AND CLEAN IT UP!" I stared in awe at the mini turmoil of confusion. A laugh escaped my lips and I was no longer nervous; my hiccups were gone.

I disregarded the sudden disruption as quickly as it transpired, and carried my luggage with me as I headed tentatively into the office. As I briskly walked towards the reception, I was greeted by a female with long purple hair who seemed to radiate the aura of a traditional Japanese disciple.

I was amazed. This was what I had imagined everyone to be like; this was what I admired.

She stretched her hand towards me for a handshake which I took as gently as I could. My hand began to cover itself in perspiration because it felt like I was shaking hands with the queen.

"My name is Suzuka Tsukimura. I'll be leading you to the boarder's house. Nice to meet you, Takamachi-san." She smiled and I felt my cheeks go red.

I don't think I will be able to fit in. Her smile seems so… so amazingly gentle and soft. I feel like calling her Onee-sama.

I looked at the exterior of the house. It matched the facilities of the school perfectly, giving it an overall grand yet historical look. The vines that warmly circulated itself on the brick house reminded me that the school I was going to be studying in is one known for its high academic excellence. I was nervous once again at the abrupt recollection as an evocation of the principal's notice to me resurfaced at the back of my mind.

If I don't maintain my high marks and score in the top 10 in my year at the school, I would have to be kicked out… And there were approximately 200 students in my year. Hiccup! I quickly covered my mouth and hid the embarrassment which brought chuckles from the girl beside me.

"I'll lead you in, shall I?" she stated, taking the spot ahead of me.

I nodded and followed her with my occasional hiccups as I looked around the area. My mind wandered as it thought how astonishing the building truly was. It was modelled like a house with a kitchen, bedrooms, dining room, toilets; they all looked so grand and rich.

A smile tugged at my lips.

This is just amazing! I told myself in amazement.

I took a look at my room door that had my name craved in a gold plate. Beneath mine was someone else's, but before I had the chance to look, I was called.

"You can stay here till dinner and unpack. School starts tomorrow so remember all your gear. Here is your student ID notebook, your timetable, and the school information is all included," the graceful girl said as she handed me a small book. "I'll be taking my leave now," She said sweetly as she walked out of the front door.

I looked back to the door of my room and read the person's name. I would be sharing my room with someone named "Fate T. Harlaown".

In my mind, I had a resilient, graceful, and tender roommate; someone who is caring, lovely, intelligent, and considerate. I was excited to meet this person and befriend them. Though, a thought lingered at the name.

Harlaown… That name seems rather familiar... Where have I heard it before…?

Shrugging the question off, I opened the door and before my eyes stood the most… most… hideous thing in the world.

Clothes and stray sheets were scattered everywhere. The bed was not made and there were food packaging with scraps all over the ground and bed.

I ran out of the room and opened the doors to the other rooms. They were all perfectly tidy.

I scowled at the sight of my new room and unconsciously proceeded to rectify its lack of appeal.

I am definitely not looking forward to meeting this person.

Never in my mind would I have believed someone like this was studying here at this very school.

This is just not right...

After what seemed like hours of cleaning, fatigue took over and I scrambled into my sheets.

What's mine is yours

"Why is she in my bed? And why is my room so sparkly?"

"That's the new transfer student. She must've gotten angry at the state of the room"

"I'm going to push her off the bed now."

"Wait! Don't do that! You'll hurt her, and she helped you clean up!"

"I didn't ask her to."

My ears tuned in to the nearby conversation as I felt the mattress begin to move. Before I could come to my senses, I fell right into the ground, causing myself to wake up completely and a large bump on my forehead to form. I sat up and looked at my surroundings.

"She's awake," a girl with short brunette hair stated as she offered her hand to help me up. I took it gratefully and she pulled me into a soft, firm embrace. "Nice to meet you Nanoha-chan!" She winked, causing me to blush. "Ah, Fate, she's cute," the girl said as she tightened her embrace. "I'm Hayate and that's your room buddy."

I looked to the direction of Hayate's finger but what caught my attention was the uniform.

The tattered uniform that belonged to Fate… Fate, who is my roommate… What an amazing 'fate'.

I sighed and looked up to meet her face only to be taken aback at the sight. Never in my life have I seen a girl… with so many plasters and bandages on her face. It looked like she's been in a fight or something.

"Why did you push me out of bed?" I questioned menacingly.

She was, however, unaffected in the least. "You were on my bed," she retorted rather condescendingly.

"You could've woke me up in a –"

"Now, now. Let's not make enemies on our first day, shall we?" Hayate laughed as she pulled Fate away from me.

Hayate nudged the blonde delinquent, motioning her to introduce herself. But of course, she didn't. Fate crossed her arms and looked away from me.

Hayate sighed, "This is Fate T. Harlaown, the only delinquent at this massive school." She giggled at bit, and amongst her laugh, the blonde walked out of the room and settled herself on the coach in the dining room. "What're you doing, Fate?"

Fate turned her head and looked at us. "I'll sleep here tonight."

I growled at the reply.

I just slept on her bed. Now, she doesn't want to sleep in it. Does she hate me this much?

" Don't mind her, she's always like that." The brunette next to me smiled as she cheerfully led me to the kitchen. "Now help me make dinner!"

I looked back once more at the arrogant blonde, just for the sake of it.

I regretted it the moment I looked at her; she scowled, poked her tongue out and made a face.

"What's the matter?" Hayate asked in confusion. "You look irritated."

"Ah…it's nothing…Let's make dinner." I smiled and followed her into the kitchen, which was newly furnished and held the most cleanest sink ever. But my mind was not focused on it, I was focused on one thing:

How I hate 'fate' for having someone like Fate in the same room as me.

Precisely, I hate Fate.