A/N: Well here I am again with another story and which is one of my personal favorites. Originally by nosoyNeoCervantes. I hope I do a good enough job on keeping the mood and humor, it's really hard, i swear, but still I love translating it. It is an AU and, in my opinion, a major OOC for some characters, but that's what makes it so good. Now, this story is like a roller coaster, going from really formal to really informal, and well, all the things that happen are just the same, so be aware of that. The whole story is on a first person POV, you'll know whose it is by the end of this chapter. Okay then go on and read!
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Warning: Please reading this for I won't ever write it again. The story is rated T but there is some usage of bad language and some offensive comment may be mention in it. I apologize before hand for any offense taken, and I mean it for the whole story not just this chapter. Also please be smart and do not try any of things mention in this story at home, okay? thank you :)
My school is a very special one, since it is for people with a halfway decent economic power but that still maintain a degree of simplicity and friendship.
Only a handful of them are millionaires and only a handful of them are suffering from starvation, so the middle class tends to rule around here.
For as long as I can remember – yesterday – I've been part of this school, I've become pretty famous and the truth is that I'm quite popular among the lower classes, although by lower I mean the little ones, I have a huge mob of people between the seventh and tenth grade, I can recognize them individually, but place them all together and I don't know who belongs where.
My school is very religious, headed by a nun principal with a heart of gold of whom borrowers take advantage from, accompanied by many others whose hearts are more of steel than anything else and who seem to come straight out of hell.
I have good friends, I can't complain, many of them I know since childhood and our bonds are pretty strong.
We could define me as some girl with a perfect normal life, of course, we could do that, if I really was so…
I have a hobby, one I can't control, I think it started because maybe I watch too much TV as a baby or something, maybe it's the internet's fault, it may simply be that I think too much…
I'm a Tsundere Trainer…
And now you're probably thinking, and how the hell do you become a tsundere trainer? Well to tell you the truth, it's very easy, you just need talent and to follow a few steps:
For example, the first step is to identify the target, it turns out that unlike games and anime series, tsundere are rare in real life and the truth is that the majority of those who are born with the conditions, are lost in the middle of a society that doesn't stimulate them enough for their personalities to blossom.
It's more convenient to find the target at an early age, since as indicated from many studies at the University of Com-I-Ket in Japanland, the relationship between age and tsuderism is parabolic. Reaching its peak between adolescence and early adulthood and decreasing dramatically once the barrier of the thirties is crossed.
Now, this rough diamonds are not found in specific places, finding one depends solely on luck and how good your karma is in respect to your previous life, moreover, it isn't something you can find by talking to random people on the street, because obviously a tsundere won't show its tsundere characteristics in a first conversation, you need at least a month of continuous approaches and comprehensive monitoring to verify that the person you want to train has the tendency to become the desired product.
It should be pointed out that, although it's much easier to train someone born with a tsundere personality, it's also possible to create the personality from scratch, it's harder and it requires the person to be someone close to you – like your sister or niece – but the results are equally satisfactory.
After identifying the target, using different techniques that must be learned directly from a teacher – or the internet – we proceed to start the training program following the classic steps of the scientific method applied in a subtle way that doesn't awake suspicion.
Observation becomes one of the primary methods of acquiring information, since it's absolutely important to keep a mental record of the things of like or dislike of the test subject.
You can make mistakes, the important thing is to fix them before the project fails.
The primary rule when controlling tsundere, is based on breaking the balance between tsun-tsun and dere-dere, but bringing it back once the test is finish for the favorable situation.
Since I am only seventeen years old, I haven't had a very large number of projects:
My greatest pride is the only complete project I've accomplished, her name is Teana Lanster and I can say with no doubt that she is a tsundere.
I've known Teana since she was ten and I was twelve, it was one of those coincidences of life that his brother decided to put her in the same school and in the same transportation as me, which for me was a blessing and for her it was hell.
No, I didn't abuse her or anything, but I will say that she caught my attention when she sat beside me on the back of the bus while I talked with Signum about who knows what stupidity.
To make it simple, this girl gave off a tsundere aura to an extreme level, but she didn't act as such simply because her parents were good parents and had taught her to properly express her feelings, now, since I've always believed that this cannot be right and that a tsundere is the one who puts the flavor in a story, I told myself: "This is a job for… THE TSUNDERE TRAINER" and so it happened.
I became her friend and made sure to mess with her likes giving them a wrong meaning to make her embarrassed enough to be mentally encased, which allowed me to make her dere-dere blossom even though she tried to hide it in vain.
It may sound evilish when I say it like that, but everything is for a better world, I swear.
I've also had failed projects, the most notorious one is Vita Wolkenritter, I couldn't pay her the full attention needed and she ended up being a nasty mean girl who wants to solve everything with violence, despite being a good person, she doesn't have the characteristic blush of a tsundere that Teana does have and which is proof of a job well done.
The other thing that is important to know is when to retreat, about five years ago I found a very sweet girl named Caro Ru Lushe, who I attempted to turn into a tsundere just because the world is wonderful and I felt like it, but all my plans fell into the abyss for one simple reason…
Caro turned out to be a Moe girl.
Yes, moe, the rarest species you could ever find. When I learned about Caro's condition, I had no choice but to respect her as the endangered animal she was and set aside any kind of training to become her life protector.
Because, well, you can't mess with moe girls, if you try to transform a moe into a tsundere, the only thing you'll get will be a yandere and trust me, the last thing you want is to have any kind of contact with a yandere. In the worst case scenario she becomes a serial killer and sends you the heads of her victims inside pink cakes saying "I love you"… in the best case scenario she kills you first…
Anyway, you're born moe not made moe, besides, the relationship between age and moeism is exponential, so only good things can happen if you stay beside someone like Caro.
For all that I just said, where I obviously showed my extensive knowledge in the field of the control of personality, I can't come to understand how in my senior year of high school, eight months away from graduation, I just noticed the rough diamond that I had to my side.
While I was in the cafeteria, eating, sited beside Nanoha Takamachi, I decided to mess with her because I've always found that the faces she makes are too funny, and the reaction I got was one I didn't expect:
"You're… I'm not… you… argh!" Was what she said before taking the book she was reading and covering her face as she threw back her chair.
Then I noticed… the blush, the angry look, the embarrassment, the fact of not wanting to look at me in the eyes because now her mind was too cluttered to answer me with a coherent sentence…
Holy shit! How could this go unnoticed by me, Fate Testarossa Harlaown, the Tsundere trainer? How is it possible that this rough diamond was invisible to my burgundy critic eyes – of which I'm very proud – for so long?
So, as if my life depended on it, I dramatically pointed at Nanoha Takamachi and let out a yell so loud that it filled the cafeteria and attracted several glances…
"YOU'RE A TSUNDERE!"
A/N: Yay! I'm so excited with this story, definitely my favorite of the three i'm doing, though it's really hard to translate some things, but i'm really enjoying it and I hope you guys too. Definitely something different from the usual NanoFate but I really love it. I hope everyone likes it so far, it gets really good and funny later on.
Anyway, thanks for reading and please leave some feedback, tell me what you think about this story, and if I see that you guys are interested enough, I'll post the next chapter sooner, I already have it ready so it's in you guys hands to decide. See ya! :D