I DO NOT OWN THE FAMILIAR OF ZERO

Thank you all for reading! This story is about the child of Louise and Saito, as much as I DON'T ship them as a couple. I would appreciate constructive criticism. I have school, so my posting will be infrequent. The story will be 1st person, from many peoples perspective. Thoughts and spells will be in italic.

Saito and Louise each sat in velvety orange arm chairs. A warm fire crackled, heating up the small cabin the married couple had recently bought. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, when there was a quiet rapping at the door. The small, slightly less flat chested pink haired woman clapped delightedly, trying not to move her growing belly. Saito got up and jogged over to the plank door, and pulled it open. Standing outside in the swirling snow were four people. Queen Henrietta, her knight, Agnes, Tiffania, and Siesta. They had been invited by Louise to break in the new cabin. Henrietta smiled at Saito and Louise, then stepped inside, followed by Agnes, the blonde elf, and Siesta. After hugging Saito, the four women hurried over to Louise to greet her. Saito walked into the kitchen, and emerged a minute later with six steaming mugs of hot chocolate, and handed it out. The six friends sat down and started to talk.

Thirty minutes into talking, Louise lets out a small moan of pain. A second later there is a muted thrum, and a wave of blue emerges from Louise's sweater covered stomach, encompassing everybody in the room, before collapsing back into her stomach.

"The baby!" Louise cried, unable to help her yet-to-be-born infant.

Two months later, at the Tristan Castle, Louise and Saito's baby, Serena, was born. When she emerged from her mothers womb, the nurse almost dropped her, for little Serena was born with small, pointed elf ears, black hair with dark violet streaks, a Siesta like expression on her face, and 'a positively Agnes air' about her, as she would be later told by her father.

Serena de Valliere de Hiraga

I yawn and stretch my arms, tiredly rubbing the sleep from my eyes, then suddenly bolt upright in mild terror, as I remember that it is the day of the familiar summoning. I had inherited my mom's nickname of 'Zero'. Given that I couldn't do magic except for small bolts of yellow light that when coming in contact with inanimate objects, would cause a small portion of them to spontaneously combust. My dad told me that my mom was a late bloomer, and is still blooming in some ways, whatever that means. I slide out of bed with a small grumble, quickly changing into my school uniform. I walk out of my small room and down towards the 'Hall of Eats' as it was dubbed by some of the first yearers. I walk in, then sit down beside my quiet friend, Samantha, the daughter of Tabitha and Gale Armon. She gives me a quick nod, then turns her attention to an ever present book, just like her mother. I grab some sausage and toast, then start to eat.

An hour later I walk out onto one of the five greens on the school campus with all the other second yearers. Mr. Colbert, an elderly teacher from when my parents went here, raises his staff for silence.

"Any volunteers to go first?" He asks in his soft voice.

Samantha volunteers to go first. She speaks her summoning chant. There is a burst of green light, and a unicorn appears. A God damn unicorn! I grumble to myself and lean against a rough brick wall, waiting for the summoning to finish. Finally, it is my turn to go. I reluctantly heave myself up off the wall, walk into the middle of the circle of people, and start to chant. By the power of the Pentagram, the devils shield, granter of the five elements...

Drake Thorosworth

...I call upon you, my soul bound familiar. Come to me! I hear, echoing around me, waking me from my light sleep. I yawn and rub my eyes, then look at my watch. 12:03. Damn. I think, preparing to go back to sleep, when a glowing, light green, human sized oval appears, hovering a few feet away. I furrow my brow, remembering something like this happening in the show, Familiar of Zero. I sigh, and get out of bed, first pulling on a soft t-shirt and jeans, unnecessary as they might be, then touch the portal. The cool green light floods up my arm, and across my body, covering my head last. Suddenly I am falling, my body passing through fluffy white clouds, a scream trailing from my lips. I see a bolt of yellow energy heading towards me, then it hits my shirt, which bursts into flames. I tear said item off as quickly as I can, closing my eyes a few seconds before I hit the ground. Suddenly I speed to a halt. (And yes. I just wrote that.) I can see nothing, even after I open my eyes, my face buried against a soft black material. I reach up to feel in front of my face, but feel two soft objects blocking my hands. I hear a girls scream. Boobs! I suddenly think, a second before I jump backwards, fists raised.

Serena de Valliere de Hiraga

I finish my chant and look upward, seeing a combustion bolt, as I call them, streak away from the tip of my wand, towards a black dot high in the sky. The dot steadily grows bigger, until it resembles a screaming human. The bolt intercepts the human in mid-air, catching their shirt on fire, which they quickly toss aside. They fall faster and faster, moving to quickly to make out any details. Suddenly they stop, moments from hitting the ground, stopped by Mr. Colbert. Unfortunately they stop with their face in my cleavage. I blush, then let out a quick scream as the male grabs my chest lightly. He quickly leaps backwards, the magic having worn off, and raises his fists. Standing at five foot eleven, he has shoulder length black hair, and ice blue eyes, and heavily muscled arms, torso, and presumably legs as well. I hear a collective sigh from many of the girls around me, as they look at his body. Mr. Colbert freezes him, sensing that he would be difficult otherwise, and I nervously walk up to him, knowing full well that I have to kiss him. I stand on my toes, my hands wrapping around his biceps for support, and kiss him, his soft lips brushing mine.

Drake Thorosworth

Between my fists, I see a cute girl, with black hair and pointed elf ears staring at me in shock. I am about to apologize, when my body freezes. The elven chick walks up to me, puts her hands on my arms, and kisses me, sending an electric pulse through my body. I can move again, my left arm burns, and I fall to the ground screaming. The last thing I see is an inch thick black band forming on my upper bicep.