Familiar Zero and Skyrim Crossover

Not Beta-ed, and for some reason i often confused between first and third person perspective. i think i fixed that, though

Zero no Tsukaima and Skyrim Doesn't belongs to me


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"Who are you?" asked the girl intently, examining my face, the clear blue sky is visible behind her.

She looks so young. Underneath a black cloak, she wore a white blouse and a gray pleated skirt. She knelt down and looked, shocked, at my face.

Her face is... strangely cute. Reddish-brown eyes danced upon the stage of her flawlessness, white skin and strawberry blonde hair. She looks kind of like a Nord, A cute, doll-like, super-short Nord. Maybe she's half-Breton?

Still, that's some kind of uniform she's wearing, isn't it? I don't recognize it.

I was lying on the ground, face up, though i was unsure of how i had got there. I raised my head to try to make sense of my surroundings. A crowd of people in black cloaks were curiously examining me. In the distance, on an endlessly rich grassy plain, I saw a huge castle with stone walls, just like the ones in Solitude.

It feels so familiar. But..

. My head is killing me. Giving my head a shake, i give her my name, "Who am I...? I'm Uriel."

"Where are you from, commoner?"

Commoner? Ah, must be some kind of royalty, then? Everyone around me had some sort of stick in their hand and wore the same uniform as that girl's. Did I wander into some kind of magic training facility?

"Louise, what were you thinking, calling a senile commoner with 'Summon Servant'?" someone asked, and everyone but the girl who was looking at my face started to laugh. I feel insulted. I am old, but certainly not senile. or am I?

"I... I just made a little mistake!" the girl in front of me shouted in a wave of panic mixed with anger that reminds me of Nirnroot in the middle of frost dragon verbal debate.

"What mistake are you talking about? Nothing unusual happened."

"Of course! After all, she's Louise the Zero!" someone else said, and the crowd burst into laughter again.

It appeared the girl looking into my face was named Louise.

Either way, I don't think I'm in Skyrim anymore.

At first, I just assume that the people here is of Nordic ethnicity, but between normal color of black and red, I noticed some of this people have some really elaborate hair color.

Green, purple, blue, all the color that I never seen before. In fact, I just realized the blond in that one girl is actually just a trick of the sun. her hair is actually outlandish pink. a Pinkette.

So, this place either made by super-aesthetic god, or hair dye is super popular, which isn't exactly ubiquitous in Skyrim.

and why I was sleeping outside?

"Mr. Colbert!" the girl, Louise, shouted.

The crowd parted, revealing a middle-aged man. I'm feeling anxious, because the man looked like a black mage. He carried a big wooden staff and was covered in a black robe. But hey, don't judge people from just appearances, right?

Laas Yah Niir

Three words of Life, Seek, and Hunt, whispered in ancient dragon tongue, left his aura bare for me to see.

Human Wizard, not a black mage., Affinity: Destruction: Fire. Leader type, not hostile.

I decided that I ought to stay quiet until I understood what was going on. Maybe I can talk my way out of it.

The girl named Louise sounds desperate, begging to redo something and gesticulating frantically.

I feel sorry for her, but she does looks adorable like that, though, like a daughter I always wished for.

"What is it that you want from me, Miss Vallière?"

"Please! Let me try the summoning one more time!"

Summoning? That's right, They mentioned it earlier.

Mr. Colbert, the man wearing the black robe, shook his head. "I cannot allow that, Miss Vallière."

"Why not?"

"It is strictly forbidden. When you are promoted to a second year student, you must summon a familiar, which is what you just did."

Familiar? Wait…

Now, I just realized that I was in the middle of some sort of giant and complicated summoning circle.

It's really well made. A confusing line drawn with, as I can felt the magic resonating from it, a melted soul gem, or something else that can be used as magic conduit.

This is the kind of summoning circle used to summon and bound a permanent familiar. And I'm in the middle of it.

By The Nine! What I get myself into now? One time I was drinking mead in…oh, son of a…

Sanguine.

That must be it right? Sanguine, the Daedric Prince of hedonism. Last time I drink mead with him, I married a Hagraven.

The man in black keep on talking, his bald spot resonating the sunlight like human torchlight.

"Your elemental specialty is decided by the familiar that you summon. It enables you to advance to the appropriate courses for that element. You cannot change the familiar once you have summoned it, because the Springtime Familiar Summoning is a sacred rite. Whether you like it or not, you have no choice but to take him."

"But... I've never heard of having a commoner as a familiar!"

Everyone around laughed. Louise scowled at them, but the laughter didn't stop.

The man in black pointed at me.

"He may be a commoner, but as long as he was summoned by you, he must be your familiar. Never in history has a human been summoned as a familiar, but the Springtime Familiar Summoning takes precedence over every rule. In other words, there is no other way around it: he must become your familiar."

What kind of logic is that?

"You have got to be joking..." Louise drooped her shoulders in disappointment.

"Well then, continue with the ceremony."

"With him?"

"Yes, with him. Hurry. The next class will begin any minute. How much more time is this summoning going to take? After mistake upon mistake, you have finally managed to summon him. Hurry and form a contract." Everyone voiced their agreement and began jeering.

Louise looked at me, clearly troubled.

Seems like I've been summoned to be a familiar for this girl, but according to this 'Colbert', the contract isn't sealed yet. Maybe…

"Um…, excuse me, little miss, but I'm afraid there's been a mistake.., for I'm…"

"Hey." She cut me off.

"Yes?" I answered in reflex.

"You should count yourself lucky, old man. Normally you'd go the rest of your life without a young maiden like me doing this to you."

"Now, wait a minute! I…"

She ignored me completely.

Louise closed her eyes with an air of resignation. She waved around the wooden stick, which now assured me that it is a magic wand, in her hand.

"My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Pentagon of the Five Elemental Powers; bless this humble being, and make him my familiar."

Humble being? Now that must be one of the most insulting way to seal a familiar contract…hey, wait a minute…the contract is being sealed!

"Wait! I…"

Chu…

She kissed me.

Just like that. She kissed me, on the lips.

What kind of contract is this?

I can feel it. Her magic is flowing through her soft lips into mine, and then goes to my left hand. Must be why she choose to kiss me on the lips, since it is the easiest for magic to go through. That is why I always target the head.

And what am I doing being all analytic when cradle-robbing a little child?

I felt a little burning sensation, but nothing compared to dragon fire.

"Did you feel something?" Louise asked me.

"Um, Excuse me?"

"Did you feel anything? Like burning sensation or…" she sounds anxious.

I take off my shrouded glove, revealing my left hand where I had felt the magic flowing to before.

There is a strange rune on my hand that I could easily recognized, it looks like the letters been written by a single paw of a dragon, each had three or four lines that looks like a claw mark.

Dov Ah Kiin.

Dragon Hunter Child

Translated to the mortal tongue, Dragonborn.

That is what I am, a mortal blessed by the gods with the soul and blood of a dragon. And getting stronger by absorbing the soul of other dragon. I'm kind of picky about whom I get to eat, though. I consider soul eating as a form of cannibalism.

As she saw the rune, I can feel her relieve.

"You have failed 'Summon Servant' many times, but you have managed to succeed with 'Contract Servant' in one try," Colbert said happily.

"It's just because he's only a commoner."

"If he was a powerful magical beast, she wouldn't have been able to make a contract."

Some of the students laughed.

Louise scowled at them. "Don't make fun of me! Even I do things right once in a while!"

"Truly 'once in a while', Louise the Zero," laughed a girl with gorgeous curly hair and freckles on her face.

"Mr. Colbert! Montmorency the Flood just insulted me!"

"Who are you calling 'the Flood'? I'm Montmorency the Fragrance!"

"I heard that you used to wet the bed like a flood, didn't you? 'The Flood' suits you better!"

"I hadn't expected better manners from Louise the Zero."

"Watch it! Nobles ought to show each other the proper respect," the middle-aged wizard interjected.

That was one damn good insult battle, though. The Flood. Heh. But 'Zero' is a bit too far, I think.

"Well, let's go back to class, everyone."

The middle-aged wizard turned on his heel, then rose gently into the air. Flying. The other people who looked like students also floated up.

Flying, always postpone the research for that particular use of magic back in the college, I blame having a dragon as a mean of fast travel.

Second reason why I think it's not Skyrim, then.

The only ones left behind were me and the girl named Louise.

"Louise, you'd better walk back!"

"She shouldn't try to fly. She can't even manage levitation."

"A commoner is perfect as your familiar!" the students jeered as they flew away.

As soon as it was only the two of us, Louise took a deep breath, turned towards me, and yelled, "Who are you?"

Along my long line of life, I have learned that the best way to clear up a misunderstanding is through speaking. It help that my first case of 'misunderstanding' is burning down Markath. That sort off etched the concept to my brain. That city is made of stone, too. And I accidentally burnt it down to the ground. Damn.

So, confident in my speech skill, I choose to be blunt and told her who am I.

now, I have a lot of names and titles, but I choose one that most likely to get my buttocks out of this mess.

"My name is Uriel Stormblade, Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold."

"…"

"…"

"Um, Miss Vallière?"

Ah…

She passed out.