A/N: Bit of a warning a little bit of OOCness ahead… well sort of. This storydrabblething takes place between the end of the plot part of StrikerS and before Riot Six is disbanded.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nanoha if I did this wouldn't be Fanfiction.

Zafira had always had a unique position among the Wolkenritter. As the only male member and the only guardian beast member he had a tough time relating to the others, even more so after he decided to reside primarily in wolf form. Vita had always respected him though, she respected his stubbornness, his constant seriousness, as well as his tough ruggedly testosterone manner (which when you've been around Yuuno for so long you learn to appreciate), his one track mind and the fact let people pet him. Vita didn't actually know much about him, despite spending several hundred years around the blue wolf. She knew his favorite spot to be scratched was just behind his right ear, she knew he adored meat and refused to eat anything else unless Hayate ordered him to or it was hidden from view, she knew he found it below his dignity to be in puppy form, but other then that he was really an enigma. Maybe that was why she could think of no possible reason for Zafira's current position sitting still as a statue by the door to the women's restroom.

"Oi Zafira what are you doing? Hoping someone will open the door and you can slip inside?" The red haired hammer knight stopped in front of the blue wolf, a playful smirk etched on her face.

"I'm waiting for Vivio," Zafira stated moving his head to look up at her. "What else would I be doing?" He cocked his head, of course he was, he had been looking after the child while her mothers worked for a while now.

"Then why aren't you in there," she jabbed her thumb towards the door, "doesn't babysitting her require you to you know watch after her," the small warrior folded her hands behind her head.

"I tried to go with her but,"—he turned his head away with a wistful look, "she told me to wait here. She's growing up."

Vita blinked; if she wasn't mistaken there was a tear in the corner of his eye. "Z-Zafira." How was she supposed to deal with this?! Diversion! Yes diversion. "So how many days a week do you watch over her exactly?"

"Five no matter what... sometimes more… but soon she'll be going to school," diversion failed more tears were coming. "They just grow so fast," Zafira sniffed.

Vita was on the verge of panicking, she didn't deal with crying well, "Isn't that what one of her mothers should be saying."

"One day she was calling me puppy and now she's going to the bathroom all by herself. She doesn't need me anymore," Zafira sighed as best the wolf could.

"Uh… she still needs you," Vita awkwardly patted his back. By nature Via was not the comforting type, she was the destroy your problems with a hammer person, and when the giant wolf laid down on his stomach laying his head between his paws in a manner that could only be called depressed, she had absolutely no idea what the hell she was supposed to do. "We uh… we all need you. You're… you're a valuable member of our family."

"It's a lie. I'm completely useless," Zafira gave a mournful howl. "Hayate's stronger then me, Shamal never leaves the base so she never needs guarding," another howl. "The once great Zafira reduced to a mere babysitter, to a girl who won't need him much longer." People were starting to stare at them, Vita shot them her best do-you-want-to-be-demoted glare.

"There… there," she scratched that magic place behind his ear, praying Hayate would call up with an urgent mission, preferably one far far away, that would take days. Thankfully the opening of the bathroom door brought a distraction.

"Zaffy!" Zafira was tackled by his little charge.

"Did you remember to wash your hands?" The depression that had formerly graced the canine's features was now gone, replaced by what could only be called a motherly expression.

Vivio immediately let go of him and ran back into restroom, remerging half a minute later with wet hands. "Let's go!" She cheered.

"One minute," he reached up a paw and began smoothing the girl's hair while Vita's mouth hung open. When he had finished with her hair he moved to straightening her dress with a care Vita had never seen him give anything. When he seemingly deemed her presentable he spoke again, "Alright let's go." Zafira bent down allowing the girl to climb on top of his back like a horse.

Vita watched the two start down the hall, still in shock from Zafira's display of motherly affection, Zafira's tail in a full out wag. It was then that it hit Vita, the truth about Vivio's parentage, Vivio didn't have two moms… she had three.

A/N: Yeah I'm not positive where that came from either. I wanted to write something about Zafira since the guy gets no love whatsoever (arguably because he gets no screen time whatsoever) and then I saw that screenshot where he's in the bathroom holding Vivio's handkerchief and it just kind of came out. Well I wanted to post a bunch of too-short-to-be-one-shots drabbles about the Wolkenritter anyway. Love it? Hate it? Tell me, I won't stop but I might improve.