A long, long time (a few months ago) a certain Froggie was browsing the vastness of the internet. In this internet, the Froggie found a story by a certain author and it was called The Hill of Swords by Gabriel Blessing. Despite it's faults, the Froggie very much liked the story so the Froggie sought out other people that had also liked the story. The Froggie found a certain forum where certain other people had also liked the story and there they discussed various ideas about different stories where a certain petite tsundere mage summoned different familiars. The Froggie liked the concept and so the Froggie wrote various snippets and chose to follow through on one and turn it into the story.
But what happened to the snippets that didn't become stories?
There was an explosion. That much was expected, so no one was particularly surprised about it, not even Louise herself. The resulting black smoke that left their pristine uniforms looking slightly sooty was also expected. This was par on the course so far as Louise's magical aptitude was concern.
What was unexpected was that she had actually succeeded in summoning something. Or, to be more precise, someone. Because standing in the middle of the rapidly dispersing black smoke was a man.
And what a MAN he was.
Louise felt her face grow hot as she started to blush. He was PERFECT. That dark hair, styled back so haphazardly that it made him look both rakish and dashing. Those serious and melancholy golden eyes, so piercing that they seemed to stare into her very soul, beneath fine yet valiant eyebrows. Those stern and handsome features that gave him a stoic and intrepid air. His jawline was straight and perfect, as was his nose. Her breathing was ragged and she could feel herself start to pant as she gazed up at his face but she did not care because he! was! PERFECT! She wished that this single moment could last an eternity so that she could gaze upon his features forever.
But reality intruded itself violently upon her wishes as she found herself rudely shoved out of the way as Kirche literally jumped on her familiar and deftly wrapped herself around him as if she were part snake.
"TAKE ME NOW!" the germanian girl shrieked at the top of her lungs. She was also red at the face and panting heavily as she fumbled to undo the buttons of her shirt without somehow letting go of the startled and increasingly nervous man she was latched on to with a death-grip.
Louise, on the ground, spluttered in inarticulate rage as she searched for her wand. That... that... that villain! How DARE she? "Get off him!" she shouted at her red headed nemesis, "He's my familiar! MINE! I summoned him!" She raised her wand and prepared to blast the red-head (Thank the Founder for explosions!) when she blinked. Kirche had let go of the MAN with a yelp as a huge shard of ice streaked past where her head had been only seconds prior. That's funny, Louise thought as bafflement momentarily superseded the red haze of her thoughts, I don't remember ever succeeding at an ice spell.
The answer to that query made itself apparent as Louise noticed that Tabitha had somehow surreptitiously wrapped herself around the tall mans legs as an icy prison sprouted around the prone Kirche. The blue haired girl's face was so red that Louise would've been concerned for the smaller girls health if she were not feeling so murderous right now.
"Love," Tabitha said in her usual monotone, but somehow managed to blush even harder after her proclamation.
"GET OFF HIM!" Louise roared like a demon as she discarded all thoughts of magic and tried to pry Tabitha physically off her familiar. Somehow, the smaller girl proved remarkably strong, as Louise failed to dislodge her, instead somehow managing to raise her to float parallel to the ground by her legs as Tabitha maintained a vice like grip around the mans legs with her thin arms.
"NO FAIR!" Kirche shrieked like a banshee as she struggled against the ice that encased her all the way up to her neck, "TABITHA! TABITHA! We're friends! Release me, Tabitha! HE'S MINE!"
As Louise struggled to physically pry Tabitha from her familiar and Kirche screamed obscenities, somehow Montmorency and the rest of the gathered female students, of which there were plenty, had descended into a massive melee from which occasional shrieks of "MINE!" and "BITCH!" and "DIE!" could be heard.
The male part of the crowd, for their part, cowered in terror as lethal magic the sort of which most definitely was NOT taught in school flew over their heads. This, they all somehow thought simultaneously, is hell.
The man who had unleashed hell upon Tristain sighed with a very put upon manner and raised his hands to the heavens as if cursing god.
"Anybody have a scarf I could cover my face with?" Diarmuid of the Lovespot asked in a long suffering voice, "Or a bag. I could really use a brown paper bag right about now."
There were no fatalities that day, but not for part of the girls not trying hard enough.
Zero no Tsukaima is the property of Noboru Yamaguchi and Media Factory.
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I claim no ownership of the characters featured in this story. This is a work of fan-fiction.