Dedicated to 雛森.N. :P Happy 21st b-day, Grandma~ May the wrinkles be few, and the grey hairs be perpetually dyed.

This is a quick little one shot I thought really hard about. I've rewritten and revised it many times, but this little story was the best I could come up with. And just so we're clear… the thoughts conveyed in the story are but a mere fraction of what I really think and feel. .-. And what I really think and feel is… I feel sorry she chose me. Lol.

Save This Night

By 雛森.Y

Part 1 of 2

I laid beside you in bed, holding your delicate frame in my arms, too scared to move a muscle and wake you by accident; I didn't want to disturb your peaceful slumber. A small smile graced your face as you slept—an angel (my angel)—which made my heart race as you snuggled in closer to me. I think to myself, "How on Earth did I get lucky enough to make you love me?" This is a question I've thought about meticulously. Each theory and conclusion I came up with never added up. There was always something missing in the equation, and because that little piece was missing, the reason why you love me remained an unsolvable conundrum.

People would often argue that you weren't the prettiest girl, and that I could do (much) better. But then I look at the disbelievers straight in the eyes and give my best smile before beating the tartar sauce out them for disrespecting "my girl". They have no right to criticize you, no one does.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but that isn't true—at least when you come into the equation. Anyone with a pair of working eyes could see that you were the fairest maiden of them all. Sure you didn't have the silkiest of hair; you would often wake up with a head full of tangles. And your cooking bordered between toxic waste and death, but I would still eat whatever you made for me—as long as it was made with love, it was perfect for human (I'm probably the only person who can stomach your cooking) consumption. You have infuriating mood swings at the worst possible times, but getting yelled at in public is all worth it when I see you pout. You really aren't that tall, so we have had problems going to certain places because of how young you look, but I can still stick my head way up high and proudly say, "That's my girl friend!"

Unlike the rollercoaster, I didn't have a height restriction. I would accept you no matter what.

You have redeeming qualities too, a bit too many to be honest. You're smarter than anyone else I've met, and you're also the bravest. I've never seen you back away from a challenge or from trying something new. You've always dived in head first without regret—I owe this part of you many thanks, because without it, I don't know how you would have reacted to my sudden confession.

Sometimes I wonder what you see in me. I'm a soft spoken coward who stutters when put under pressure. I can't offer you much. I don't have money; I don't have many talents that can get you to live the lifestyle of a queen, and I definitely can't be your gallant knight in shining armour.

So what do you see in me, Nanoha?

You mumbled an incoherent word in your sleep that it slightly resembled my name. Were you dreaming of me? Of course you were. Who else would you be thinking of in your sleep?

My arms tighten around your body, your warmth filling me with a feeling of completion—my other half. Your hair smelled so nice tonight, and it's so soft to the touch. I felt like I nose was buried in a fluffy puppy's fur.

How can you be so amazing?

It's late now, around 4:20am, and I still haven't gotten a minute of sleep since we went to bed. I wanted to savour every second I had with you, because by tomorrow I'll be leaving, and I know you'll be standing by her side as you bid me farewell.

This fleeting moment belonged to me and me alone.

Right now you are in my arms sleeping peacefully and not in hers. I never really understood why you keep pushing yourself to be with her, when all she gives you in return are nightmares and heartaches—I wouldn't do that to you.

My heart beats faster as our lips neared. 'Just one, just one,' I thought. 'She won't know that I stole a kiss.'

Just as our lips touched, you seductively moaned "Fate-chan," before closing the gap once more. The kiss (my first kiss) tasted wonderful; it was everything I dreamed of and more.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds more before you broke away and snuggled in closer to me. My heart was beating so loud, I was scared you'd hear it and wake up; the sound was deafening to my ears.

Just for tonight, let this moment belong only to me… but you were dreaming of someone else.

P.s- This is indeed a small moment in the "Thunderstorms" and "Just Be Friends" series. :P … though technically, they're the same storyline. XD

Anyways, I chose to write another story for the "Thunderstorms" series is mostly because (for some strange unfathomable reason) my wife loves the storyline, which makes me quite happy to be honest.

So yeah… :x Hbd.

Oh, forgot to mention this story is crucial to the "main" story which will be posted up... eventually(?).