Alright, I have finally decided to write a MLGN fanfic. This will be a crossover in that I will fuse the story concept from Bungaku Shoujo and the characters from MLGN. Some of the wording and situations from Bungaku Shoujo will be the same, but, ultimately, I will try to tweak it as much as I see fit.
I originally posted this under the crossover section under Misc/Anime since Bungaku Shoujo is not popular yet but due to the recommendation of Darksky and BPHaru and the fact that I do want more readers I have posted it in the MGLN section. If it is problematic I will repost it in the crossover section.
Note: Flashback related content and thoughts will be in italics. Also, any thoughts within a stated quote will be in parenthesis. Maybe I will find a better way of organizing this or not… I guess I will figure it out as I go.
Disclaimer: I do not own or plan to profit from this crossover of MLGN and Bungaku Shoujo.
I have lived my entire life in shame.
I live like the solitary black sheep who does not fit with the pure white sheep.
I cannot enjoy the same happiness, feel the same sadness, taste the same food as my companions.
The things that move them- love, tenderness, kindness- I can never understand.
All a black sheep can do is cover itself in flour and pretend to be white.
And so, right now, I continue to wear a mask, and act.
"'I have lived my entire line in shame.' Did someone not say that before?" wondered a stunning yet lone figure, by the window in a room that was lit by the setting sun.
In an empty classroom full of books in stack or in shelves sat Fate, absentmindedly twirling her pen.
"Ah, who cares," she decided, ending the issue with that particular sentence.
"My whole life, huh?" she contemplated, "Is it not a little too early for that?"
She smiled a bittersweet smile.
"Then again, the fourteenth year of my life felt like a lifetime. I was a national sensation in Japan—as a handsome and mysterious MALE writer." The epitome of elegance frowned as she began to reminisce.
"During the spring of my final year in middle school, I was fairly content with my life. I was a fairly normal middle student with many friends and a loving mother. But then…I took the first novel I had ever written and was compelled -more like possessed- to submit it for a new writer's award and won the grand prize, becoming the youngest novelist in history," said Fate still unconsciously twirling her pen, her gaze focusing on nowhere in particular in the deserted classroom.
xXx
It was a typical day in the Testarossa household…
"Eh? I won? It is going to be published?" exclaimed a wide-eyed Fate as a voice from the other end of the phone announced the news.
xXx
"The novel was titled Resembling the Sky (Sora ni Niteiru)," the blonde cringed as she remembered.
xXx
According to the media,
"Judges praised the down-to-earth style and the exquisitely descriptive emotions," stated an announcer on television.
"…the youngest literary prodigy in history, a fourteen year old boy!" stated on a newspaper.
xXx
"It was all because the story's first person narrator was a boy and the pen name I used, Etaf Rossa…since the name is not easily affiliated with either gender I guess people assumed it was a boy. Yet, in the end, I unwillingly allowed my award-winning novel to be published," thought Fate as she sighed in exasperation at the memory of the situation.
xXx
At the publisher's office, Fate sat opposite of an enthusiastic publisher.
"Since your novel is in the perspective of a compassionate boy, it would sell well if the public believed that the author was the same," reckoned the publisher, excitedly. It was as if he was a salesman trying to convince Fate to go along with a questionable deal.
"That is fine," said Fate, who sat opposite of the publisher. Despite her composed demeanor, she was unsure of her decision.
xXx
"As luck would have it, my novel became a best-seller. It inspired a movie and a drama, as well. By this point anyone would assume that this made my life a million times better. After all, the novel earned over 100 million yen in royalties," thought Fate as she remembered her shocked yet proud mother commenting on how it was twenty times her salary and grinned.
"But then Mama left me…forever." Fate's smile vanished. Her crimson eyes darkened and dulled as she looked out the window of the classroom.
xXx
On top of a building…
"Mama , come back!" yelled Fate, desperately.
"It's fine, Fate," said Precia Testorossa quietly and resolutely.
And she jumped.
xXx
"After that... I snapped," noted Fate, her burgundy eyes dulled and darkened at the memory. A feeling like asphyxiation welled up from the depths of her heart.
xXx
"Oh my gosh, I just finished reading Resembling the Sky," said one of Fate's friends excitedly.
The mere mention of the novel piqued the attention of the all the girls at the table.
"(Sigh) I want to see Etaf in person. I can't believe a picture of him has not been published yet. I wonder how he looks," said a girl, staring dreamily at a magazine with the silhouette of the mysterious author at the front cover.
"Well, the publishing company calls him the mysterious and handsome masked youth," sighed another lovesick girl snatched the magazine from her friend, reading the fact.
"He is our age too," gushed another who has read and memorized the same article.
"His last name sounds foreign, so he must be a foreigner or at least half Japanese. It makes him sound so exotic," squealed another girl.
"I bet he is the gentle and kind type, since he can write something so beautiful," fantasized another female who read his novel.
"His words speak to my heart!," exclaimed another infatuated girl.
"I want to marry him!" proclaimed another girl at the table.
"Me too!" exclaimed another from another table. Then the whole lunchroom erupted in enthusiastic girls declaring their love for Etaf…all except for the boys, who were jealous, and Fate.
Amidst the excitement, Fate mechanically, yet gracefully, rose from the table, with a vacant expression. Like a zombie, she walked toward the trashcan to deposit her leftover lunch. Then, while trudging in the direction towards the bathroom, she turned sharply and left the school, walking into the rain.
When she was sure that she was a safe distance away from the school, she broke out into a run.
"Ugh, when will people stop talking about my novel? I feel like such a jerk when I hear everyone gushing over my pseudonym, pining over a non-existent guy. The whole mysterious author idea was just a scheme designed by the publishers and the judges of the contest to promote sales in the declining publishing industry. I just scribbled the novel in my notebooks during class. I did not mean for it to be beautiful, exquisitely descriptive, or to speak to anyone's heart," these thoughts raced through her mind as she ran with the wind and rain in her hair.
Then, a stray stone on the ground evaded her notice and, before she knew it, she stumbled. Sprawled on the ground, on her hands and knees, she cried as though it were the solution to her problems.
"I do not even understand anymore—my novel or anyone," she thought as her tears fell to the ground like the rain.
Frustrated she yelled, "I will never write novels again!" into the weeping sky.
xXx
"After that, I refused to go to school, causing my guardian, Lindy Harlaown, to continually worry about me," thought Fate as she gazed back in the classroom. She had stopped twirling her pen.
xXx
The lights were off. The windows closed. Fate leaned against the wall, wrapped herself in her bedsheet, and starred at the opposing wall with a hollow expression.
Lindy Harlaown knocked.
"Fate- chan, it's time for dinner. Don't you want to eat something? You have not eaten since the day before yesterday. Do you want me to leave the food at your door?" said Fate's guardian, concern evident in her voice.
xXx
"Eventually, I snapped out of it. The talented Etaf Rossa became a one-hit wonder novelist. I resumed my life as a normal middle school student, took the high school entrance exam and became a high school student at Seijo Academy High School…" thought Fate as she stared back at the page she had written on.
"So, why am I writing again, neh? It all began one day last year, during my freshman year in high school, when I met her. I met someone worthy of being called "Literature Girl (Bungaku Shoujo)," sitting under the tree full of white magnolia flowers, drenched in sunlight reading a book: Nanoha Takamichi-Sempai."
xXx
"It is so rare to see someone with such a long side ponytail these days. She looks so mature, so she must be a sempai," thought Fate as she curiously gazed at the presumed "Bungaku Shoujo" from a few feet away in the school courtyard.
As Fate watched, Nanoha Takamichi smiled happily and proceeded to flip to the next page of her book… or not.
Actually, Nanoha ripped a portion of the page.
Before Fate could ponder the reasons for Nanoha's intentional book damage, Nanoha placed the ripped page corner in her mouth and ate it.
"Huh?" Fate was confused.
"Ahhh," sighed Nanoha obviously satisfied with her snack, continuing with tearing another piece of the page.
Then Nanoha turned to Fate's direction.
"This is awkward," thought Fate as she stood frozen on the spot, for she knew saw something she should not have seen.
Nanoha blushed, "Nyahaha, You…saw it."
"Er…sorry?" said Fate, nervously.
Curiosity, rather than embarrassment, seized Nanoha when she stood up, walked over to Fate, and asked, "What's your name? Which class are you in?"
"Fate Testorossa Harlaown. First Year Class 3," Fate stated as calmly as she could even though she was a bit unnerved.
"Oh, you are a first year," said Nanoha, suddenly interested.
Then, Nanoha's inquisitive expression disappeared and was replaced with a smile. "Then come join the Literature Club."
"What… (Did I hear what I thought I heard)…Literature Club?" said Fate as she realized that she could not elude literature and her painful past forever.
"I cannot let you tell anyone my secret, so I must have you close by to monitor you. Therefore, starting today you are a member of the Literature Club," said Nanoha coolly, turning around to walk away and ignoring the incredulous Fate, who was clearly not about to agree.
"Wait a minute! I did not even—" began Fate.
Nanoha turned and shot her a look that sent chills down her spine and smiled again and said, "My name is Nanoha Takamichi and I am in Second Year Class 8. As you can see, I am a Literature Girl," in an amiable manner.
The white magnolia flowers seemed to swirl around her as she spoke.
"Literature Girl and White Devil," corrected Fate in her mind as Nanoha, who clearly expected Fate to report to the club, left; the latter epithet referred to the white magnolia flowers surrounding Nanoha (and also the white blouse of their school uniform) and the intimidating look Nanoha gave Fate that quieted Fate's objections.
xXx
"That was how I met Nanoha-sempai," thought Fate at the end of her reverie with a slight smile that quickly reversed when Fate became conscious of her expression.
xXx
And cut. That was not even the whole first chapter of the manga.
Well, what did you think? Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thanks.
