A/N: Random series I was inspired to write by 3 things: Yuki-Kamishiro, duh, plus I saw a preview for "The Princess Protection Program", and I decided to make it NanoFate…and my muse woke up. Mix in a…'temperamental' Hayate and a girly Chrono…plus some angst! Stir. Add in some fluff.

My Princess

"Who is this girl, and why is she in my bedroom?" shrieked Hayate, dropping her LeSportSac backpack on the floor, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of a complete stranger in her house…not to mention her bed! (1) "Chrono! Fate! There's a stranger in here!"

"Hayate, please stop yelling. For crying out loud, can't you keep your mouth shut for one moment?" snapped Lindy Harlown from the front room.

Now, Lindy was a nice lady. She was sweet, and kind, and generally polite to everyone. But sometimes, her eldest foster child was a pain in the neck.

"That's Nanoha Takamachi! Princess Nanoha Takamachi,"

Hayate wrinkled her nose. "There's no such thing as princesses,"

"Says you!" chimed in Chrono, who was presently eating leftovers from last night's dinner.

Okay, back up a little. Three—well, now four—kids, one with an attitude problem and one who cared almost as much about his hair and appearance as his sister did, and a foster mother with a girlfriend away on vacation, things tended to get a little crowded in the tiny, Upper West Side apartment.

"Is Fate home yet?" called Lindy, and there was a collective, 'No', from Chrono and Hayate. Lindy sighed, and went back to her laptop, where she was currently sending an e-mail to her abroad-girlfriend.

She had gotten the second sentence done when Hayate stalked into the room and announced in a voice loud enough to break deaf people's eardrums,

"I'M GOING OUT TO GO SHOPPING WITH VITA AND SIGNUM AND SHAMAL!"

Lindy sighed. Chrono dropped a fork loudly on the floor.

"That's nice. Now, run along,"

Hayate smiled and danced out of the house.

"Now that she's gone, can I use her make-up? I think I look too pale," piped up Chrono from the kitchen.

Lindy sighed.

---

"I wish it was winter," Fate admitted to her two best friends, Suzuka Tsukimura and Arisa Bannings.

"What is wrong with you?!" asked an exasperated Arisa, throwing up her hands. "It's spring! It's beautiful! Look! Cherry blossoms! CHERRY BLOSSOMS!"

Suzuka raised her eyebrows. "Do you mind taking it down a few notches Arisa? People are starting to stare,"

Arisa huffed, but stayed silent as Fate examined the cherry blossoms lining the park path. The three of them were walking in the general direction of their houses; all three lived within the same ten blocks of the city.

"What did you get on the math test?" Arisa burst out finally, and Suzuka sighed, knwoing that her friend could hardly stay silent for long.

"Um…79," muttered Fate.

"I got a 55!" announced Arisa, and Suzuka and Fate both giggled.

"Um…I got a 98," admitted Suzuka after a pause.

She should have stayed silent.

"What?! You little nerd!" cried Arisa in indignation. "Did you STUDY or something? Seriously? Ugh!"

Fate smiled as they bickered for the rest of the walk towards their houses.

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"I'm home…" Fate called quietly into the surprisingly silent house as she opened the door.

Hayate was on her in an instant, crying fake tears. "Fate! Mom sent a hobo to live in my room!" she wailed, and Fate frowned, confused.

"A hobo? Are you sure?"

"Nah, she's a princess," Chrono called, prancing into the front room. "That's what she said, anyway," he jerked a thumb towards Lindy, who was sobbing her eyes out and blowing her nose while reading something on the computer.

"A princess?" Fate was even more confused than before, but was suddenly distracted by something about Chrono. "Are you wearing make-up again?"
Chrono shrugged. "It brings out my eyes!"
"My eyeliner! My lovely Chanel perfume! How could you!" shrieked Hayate, launching herself at Chrono and cat-clawing him.

Fate took this oppurtunity to find this so-called princess.

Or hobo. Whichever.

---

Nanoha blinked and found an unfamiliar blond hair, red-eyed figure bent over her.

"Who are you?" she managed, and the girl leaned back, giving Nanoha some breathing space.

"I'm Fate Testarossa. Are you a hobo, or a princess?" asked Fate.

Ah, what a wonderful first greeting.

"Um…a princess," Nanoha confirmed. "From...well, I'm not supposed to say,"

"Okay. Hayate said that you're ruining her perfect bedroom, so…" Fate trailed off, but finally added, "Would you mind sharing my room instead? Because Hayate'll get really mad—"

"DON'T TELL ME YOU'VE BEEN WEARING MY BRA AGAIN!"

"I DON'T WEAR BRAS, STUPID!"

"OH, YOU COULD'VE FOOLED ME!"

Nanoha and Fate stared at the door for a moment, before deciding to mentally erase all trace of that conversation to save their sanity.

"And she'll get like that," finished Fate. "So…um…do you mind?"
"Of course not," Nanoha answered. "It's kind of…pink in here, anyway,"

Fate and Nanoha glanced around, taking in the Jonas Brothers, and Jesse McCartney posters, the bubblegum pink sheets and designer jeans, and (worst of all), the giant Robert Pattinson dedication that took up around three-fourths of one wall.

"An understatement,"

"Yeah, definitely,"

Nanoha smiled for the first time, which Fate returned a little hesitantly.

---

"Is THAT coming to school with us?" asked Hayate scathingly, eyeing Nanoha with a critical blue eye.

"Yes," Fate said shortly, pushing past Hayate in her Urban Outfitter jeans and heading for the door.

"But…it's a hobo," Hayate's lower lip appeared.

"She's a PRINCESS," sighed Fate, grabbing the door and swinging it open, Nanoha behind her.

"That's what they want you to think!" called Hayate.

Fate ignored her.

---

"Ohmg, Fate, is it true you've got a hobo in your house?" gasped one of the nameless girls from Fate's public middle school.

"No," sighed Fate for about the EIGHTEENTH time, and pushed past the amazed blond.

"Are you sure, 'cause—"

"Fate! Do these jeans make me look fat?" called one of her foster siblings—Fate prayed that it was Hayate.

"NO!" she called, not looking for fear of what she might see.

"OKAY!"

Hayate. Probably. Hopefully.

"Are you sure? Because someone told me that it was a hobo who sleeps in your bed,"

Fate turned very slowly.

Um, nameless girl? Now would be a good time to run…

Luckily, the girl was smart, and took off.

---

"God, this spring sure is hot," sighed Shamal, fanning herself elegantly with one hand. "I mean, Zafira's already exhausted!"

"Zafira being your dog?" questioned Fate, picking at her school lunch, called 'spring preview' with a side of 'schoolfood'.

"Yep," Vita sucked on her single red lollipop; her usual choice of food.

"And I hear Miss Testarossa-Harlown has been getting some action in her room!" Signum said triumphantly, eyeing Fate with a grin on her face.

Fate narrowed her eyes. "Just what did you tell people, Hayate?" she asked her foster sister.

"Um…that there's a hobo that sleeps in your room?" offered Hayate.

Fate sighed and put a hand to her forehead. Nanoha wrinkled her nose in a frown.

"That's HER!" screeched someone out of the blue, pointing, and Nanoha leapt out of her seat and took off running.

Everyone stared after her.

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A/N: 'That that looks like a crackfic, may not always be a crackfic'. I was just in 'that mood'. But I promise it will take a dark turn. Seriously. Hopefully. Hayate & Chrono were supposed to be OOC. I'm tired of writing them as boring old normal characters, so I decided to switch it up a little.

Comments always appreciated.