A/N Alright, so the winner of the little poll thing I had at the bottom of Waiting for Fate is a fluffy fic. Now I was originally going to post that, really I was but as I sat blankly in front of my computer screen waiting for a sweet and fluffy plot bunny to run me over I got this instead. It's an AU Nanofate fanfiction. If you don't like that kind of stuff I understand. Just read the first chapter and if you absolutely hate it tell me. Well I hope you enjoy this!

Burgundy eyes glared at the face reflected in the mirror. Porcelein skin, golden hair, gentle face. Monster. Fate sighed and hastily washed her face, feeling the cool water sting her skin. Wash all of the memories away. Wash them all away.

. . .

She always began her walk to school alone. It was funny really. It was like she was doing a reenactment of her life. Begin with people, end up alone and then-

"Fate-chan!" A small smile quirked the blonde's lips. Waving near a grove of sakura trees was the girl who made her not feel alone. Long auburn hair tied up into a side pony tail, expressive slate blue eyes, and a smile that would melt even the toughest heart. Takamachi Nanoha.

"Nanoha." Just saying her name made her mouth tingle.

"Good morning," the brunette said cheerily, a grin on her face.

"Good morning." Shyly Fate waved as she got to Nanoha's side.

"So what did you think about last night's homework? Hard huh?"

"Well. . ."

"Mou, I forgot you're a genius. I shouldn't have said anything." One eye winked playfully.

"Hey guys!"

"Hayate-chan!"

Fate glanced up curiously, greeted by sapphire eyes and short brown hair.

Moonlight stained the black shadows. They circled each other, Fate pressed low to the ground, her eyes trained on the glint of the gun in front of her. A figure clad in black from head to toe followed Fate's slow pacing with the gun. The steel blue eyes hardened as Fate began to slink toward Nanoha's house. Hayate tilted the gun to the side. Kill shot.

"Ne, Fate-chan, do you know what my greatest regret will be?"

Fate's lips pulled up into a snarl as she tensed, pondering where she would run to when the bullet came at her.

"That Nanoha will be sad. Funny isn't it?" Deftly she pulled the trigger.

"Hayate." The shorter brunette arched an eyebrow and smiled.

"Hello, Fate-chan." Burgundy gazed calmly at cool azure.

"Hello, Hayate."

Nanoha saw the stiff way the two stood. They were always like that. Always.

"Guys!" She desperately clutched at her best friends' arms.

Both instantly relaxed at her touch.

"Heh, sorry Nanoha. I was just spacing out." Hayate grinned and scratched her head. Image of innocence. If only Nanoha had seen her last night . . .

"Well we better get going or we'll be late." Nanoha hauled her two friends by the arms the rest of the way to their high school, the usual buffer between them.

. . .

Fate sighed and tilted her head back, inhaling the smell of the sky. The roof was definitely the best place to have lunch. Taking another hearty breath she closed her eyes.

"Arisa-chan, will you stop glancing at your watch, Nanoha-chan and Suzuka-chan will be back soon." Hayate. That girl. Fate frowned and slowly opened an eye.

"Are you tired Fate-chan? It seems like you didn't get enough sleep," Hayate commented innocently. The tall blonde gave the girl a withering look. It was all because of her. She had stayed up all night long protecting Nanoha and having someone trying to kill you didn't make it any easier.

"Hm," Fate thoughtfully pursed her lips, "I wonder why Hayate-chan. I thought I had plenty of sleep."

Hayate's eyebrow twitched and Fate smiled. Arisa cluelessly glanced at the two of them. Even though the conversation was light she sensed an underlying meaning with each word, expression, and silence. She shuddered to think about what happened when the two of them were alone. Of course she would have never imagined that it involved silver bullets and speed.

Arisa swallowed, preparing herself to enter the tense conversation when the cell phone next to her vibrated. Reading the text she sighed, partially with relief and worry.

"Uh guys, Suzuka-chan needs help with delivering some boxes with Nanoha-chan for sensei. Do you mind if I go? I'll call if we need you two." The blonde tried to ignore Fate's face.

"Of course Arisa-chan, I think that should be fine," smoothly responded Hayate.

"Okay, thanks." The girl needed no prompting to rush out of the heavy atmosphere but hesitated at the door.

"Don't kill each other," she whispered. And then she was gone. The only thing that had kept Fate and Hayate from fighting.

Hayate chuckled roughly and gazed fondly at the sky, fingers laced behind her head.

"I'm sorry if the bullet hurt, Fate-chan."

The blonde winced at the memory, instinctively touching her side. It still burned.

"I've had worse Hayate. I do recall you attacking me in a more . . . fierce manner." The brunette frowned and glanced at Fate.

"It's a curse I bear. However I try to repent by doing what I do. As should you. Aren't you disgusted with what you are? Don't you want to make up for it somehow?"

Fate flinched.

"You devil's spawn!" Precia angrily threw a vase at Fate who was cowering in a corner.

"Mother." Wide burgundy gazed into frenzied amythest. She ducked her head as a knife imbedded itself in the wall behind her.

"It's your fault she's dead. All your fault, you-you demon!"

The blonde's eyes watered and she whimpered.

"I'm sorry mother."

"Don't call me mother. You're not my child. You are a monster." The woman panted heavily, the heels of her hands resting on the counter, eyes devoid of emotion.

"Get out." The last words that lingered and were burned into her very being.

"M-mother?"

The woman turned and locked herself in her room, leaving Fate alone in the kitchen. Tears dribbling down her face she left and never came back.

Fate glared at the girl, her eyes the color of spilled blood.

"Everyday. I wish I wasn't like this. But I can't do what you do Hayate. Killing people . . . is not in me." She sighed and rested her face in her hands.

"You seemed willing to kill those guys that threatened Nanoha without a thought," Hayate observed.

Fate almost growled but stopped herself.

"She's innocent. I want to protect that."

"Then join us. Together we can stop this mess from hurting people like Nanoha." The blonde gazed into the sincere blue eyes and thought of Nanoha. It was tempting. But. . .

"I can't Hayate. I'm just protecting Nanoha from this. Besides that I can do nothing. I don't want to get involved."

"But we could use you for the greater good, we-"

"Stop it Hayate. Testarossa clearly does not wish to join our cause." The two stiffened at the sound of the voice. A tall pink-haired woman with a sword casually slung over her back gazed at Fate cooly.

"Long time no see, Testarossa." A playful gleam was in her steel blue eyes.

"My wound from your sword still hurts Signum. I think it hasn't been too long." Fate smiled but she was really watching Hayate and Signum. Her body tensed as she thought of the ways she could out-maneuver them.

"I never thought you were weak, Testarossa. To hear such words from my only equal is disapointing." The stoic woman frowned.

"Mou, Signum I didn't need your help! I was handling her fine before you came." Hayate pouted, crossing her arms sullenly.

"Since she is one of your kind Hayate you are vulnerable to her tricks."

Hayate glowered. Fate knew she loathed being reminded that she was not human.

"But anyway Testarossa, since you seem so set against joining us I suppose you should watch yourself tonight." Hard teal glanced at the faint outline of the moon in the daylight.

"I'm not a trouble maker Signum, I don't see why you five hunt me so relentlessly." Fate huffed, feigning exasperation. Oh God, how will I protect Nanoha tonight?

"Since you are not one of us Testarossa you are a monster. We do not discriminate against you and the others. That would not be fair."

The blonde chuckled and nodded.

"Well I look forward to seeing you two tonight then. You know where to find me if you truly want a fight." Fate's eyes glinted darkly.

The pink-haired woman shrugged.

"A-ah, well that's for Hayate to decide." Casually she gestured good-bye with a flick of her hand and left in a blur.

Fate relaxed her tense body and leaned against the railing, eying the city below her.

"Mou, Fate-chan, why aren't you scared of me? I've hurt you plenty of times," Hayate whined.

Fate's mouth twitched.

"Have you knocked me out for a week with just one hit, Hayate?"

Accusing silence.

"I didn't think so."

Hayate huffed and picked up her finished bento.

"Just remember that I'll stop by tonight. I want to finish that little battle we had yesterday."

Fate gave the brunette a sidelong glance.

"I look forward to it."

. . .

"Fate-chan!" The blonde jerked up in surprise. Accusing slate blue greeted her.

"Mou, Hayate-chan was right! You do need more sleep." Fate smiled and rubbed her eyes.

"It's alright Nanoha. I'm fine, really."

The brunette skeptically frowned. Fate leaned forward and held her hand. That warm hand. . .

"Hey, are you okay?" An angel . . . Broken burgundy stared into curious slate blue.

Fate coughed, feeling blood dribble down her head. She leaned heavily against the fence for support.

"Yeah." Mother had been very angry that night. So angry . . .

Something soft brush against her face, a hand, a handkerchief?

"Here let me help you." Fate slowly gazed at the girl. Once she looked at those slate blue eyes she couldn't stay away.

"Mou, FA-TE-CH-AN!" The blonde nodded, blushing from the outburst.

"Sorry, Nanoha, I'm just a little tired." The brunette sighed and glanced down at Fate's hand. She tightened her grip and smiled.

"Alright. But you have to take better care of yourself, Fate-chan. It's not healthy! What if you faint again?" Fate sighed. She hadn't slept for three nights in a row that week. It was a culmination of exhaustion and lack of sleep.

"Okay, okay. Don't get angry, Nanoha. The tennis team didn't nickname you the White Devil for nothing." Fate winked teasingly.

"Nyahaha, Fate-chan, you know I don't like that nickname . . . very much." Smiling the girl glanced at their hands.

"Well you're not the only one with a nickname. They call me Sonic Demon on the track team." Nanoha coughed loudly, trying to mask her laughter.

"Like that hedgehog?"

Fate shrugged and the two laughed together, gazing at each other's happiness.

"Oi, stupid couple! Stop drowning into each other's eyes," crowed Arisa. Nanoha blushed, pulling her hand from Fate's and Fate sighed in disappointment. Was it really that obvious that she wanted Nanoha?

"So are you going to go home alone Fate-chan or can you walk with us to get ice cream?" asked Hayate, one arm fondly slung over Suzuka's shoulder. Deep in the recesses of those innocent blue eyes was a jeering glint.

"I can't today. I'm sorry everyone. I'll see you tomorrow, bye!" Fate gave her best crooked smile and slung her bag over her shoulder.

Everyone seemed a little deflated by her statement. Especially a certain slate-blue eyed brunette. Fate hid a smile behind her hand as she made her way out the classroom and through the school doors. It was getting colder. Her breath came out in wispy puffs of smoke. It was going to be really cold tonight. She shivered and held tightly to the bag in her hands. If Fate didn't finish her homework fast it would be really fun cramming before all of her classes. Unfortunately that had happened to her before. Nanoha always was there to help.

She smiled and glanced at the sakura grove to her right. Always greeted with a smile and her name.

Fate-chan!

The blonde brushed back a stray lock of hair as an ominous wind blew her golden tresses. Faintly she could smell a musky sour scent. Could it be him? She had to hurry!

Fate began to sprint home.

. . .

"Huh, I'm done," she cried in joy, resting her head tiredly against the text books and papers. It was a close call too. The sun had set awhile ago and the moon was beginning to shine in the sky . . . such a beautiful sight really.

Fate shook her head and tried to distract herself as she busily cleaned her small two bedroom apartment. Or what could be called an apartment. It was sparsely furnished, a twin sized bed, an antique wooden dresser, a bookshelf, and a desk with a lamp.

"Done," she murmured with finality.

"Good, because I was getting tired of waiting. Although it's pretty funny watching you kill yourself over the language homework, Fate-chan." A dark figure appeared standing precariously on the window sill. She was dressed in her usual all black attire, the only thing not covered by her head to toe outfit was her sharp blue eyes.

"Oh Hayate, so nice of you to come. Do you want some tea, coffee?" Fate calmly walked to the kitchen, her back turned to the intruder. Casually she rummaged through the refrigerator, pulling out a carrot.

"I was just about to fix myself some soup. Cold weather, you know." Fate smiled absentmindedly as she pulled a knife from a shelf and idly began to chop at the vegetable. She heard Hayate softly alight from the window and stalk towards her. The blonde smirked as she finished the last piece.

"Oh my. I finshed cutting." She slowly gazed at Hayate who uncertainly stopped walking toward her. With a flick of her wrist she tossed the knife at the girl's head. Then she leaped over the kitchen counter and jumped out the window. For a few seconds she felt nothing as her body became airbourne in the darkness. Then the change happened. Pins and needles tickled her skin, her body began to stretch and condense. When she landed on the ground strong paws hit the pavement. A large golden wolf glared at the open window, greeted by Hayate's annoyed glance.

You almost killed me.

I saw that on t.v. I thought I would try the move out. Besides, you've done worse. Don't even get me started on last month-

Shut up!

The wolf grinned and began to run, it's long legs taking it past the apartment and houses. Midoriya cafe was the destination. It always was when she was like this during a full moon. She had to protect Nanoha.