ATTENTION READ FIRST BEFORE YOU READ THE STORY!
This story will only be consisted of six chapters and these chapters based on the major turning points in the first season of The Familiar of Zero; these include:
-Obligatory Guiche Fight (It's a staple in FoZ fanfics)
-Saving Siesta from Count Mott
-Fouquet's Arrival
-The Trip to Albion
-The Discovery of the WW2 aircraft
-Reconquista's Declaration of War to Tristain
I am only writing these episodes due to my extreme laziness to write longer chapters, with this I can at least get a 'complete' on my list of in-complete stories; and this is also to practice extending my inspiration instead of losing interest on day seven. I'll change some of the things in FoZ like the 'Staff of Destruction' and the WW2 aircraft. So without further ado enjoy!
Chapter 2
Siesta Doesn't Belong To Anyone!
Michael sighed as he cleaned Louise's laundry, he's been kicked out of the room again for the simplest reason of giving something back to Kirche Anhalt von Zerbst, Louise assumed that he's fallen for her womanly woes when in fact he wasn't, that type of seduction didn't even faze, this is probably due to the fact that he was personally trained by an ex-soldier that was also a bombshell.
"Louise need to calm down… it's not like I'm going to do her the moment I saw her," he grumbled.
"Kicked out by your master again Sir Michael?"
Michael turned around to see a woman dressed in the school's maid uniform, it had a skirt that reached all the way down to her ankles, an apron that was wrapped around her waist with a neat bow tie behind, the apron extended to her shoulders with frills at the end to add some 'fancy' into it, on her chest there was an orange cloth attached by a blue button, finally for her head she wore the standard maid cap(?).
"Siesta, What are you doing still up?" he asked.
"I'm not that tired yet and besides I kind of overheard you and Madame Louise arguing-Not like I was curious or anything!" Siesta replied.
"Haha… its fine, we kind of had a small disagreement,"
"Really oh do tell," Siesta asked.
"It's nothing big actually, I was just giving something back to Kirche because she dropped it in the middle of the hallway, Louise thought I was actually hitting on her… can you believe that?"
"Y-you were hitting on another Noble?!" Siesta asked with shock in her eyes.
Michael looked at her and understood what she was thinking, "It's nothing like you think, 'hitting' in my slang usually means flirting but it could also mean to cause harm. It depends on how the tone of your voice sounds,"
Siesta gave an 'oh' as Michael looked back to the laundry and continued to do his chore despite it not being his.
"A-are you hungry? the maids of this campus had just started eating," Siesta offered.
"Are you sure? I don't mean to intrude," Michael asked.
"No its fine really, some of us don't even eat a lot,"
"If you say so just let me finish this then both of us can go,"
Siesta gave a nod of approval before kneeling down and helped Michael finish his chore. Once they were done both of them walked back to the place where the servants of the campus ate. It was a big area, while not as big as the mess hall back in camp, it was sufficiently big enough to house all of the servants and still have space. Michael and Siesta approached the table where he assumed the head chef sat, his assumption proved correct the large burly man approached them.
"Our Thunder, I'm glad that I could finally meet you!" he proclaimed
"I'm sorry, Our Thunder?" Michael asked as he had a look of confusion.
"The way you defeated that snobbish Noble right? You called in the might of the thunder! That's why we call you Our Thunder! You use its power to defend us commoners!"
"Oh! You mean my M60?"
"You can call it whatever you want, but aside from that what do I honor the visit?" Marteau asked.
Siesta chose this perfect time to join in on the conversation, "He came here to eat as he hasn't eaten starting from lunch,"
Marteau heartily laughed and gave a bowl for Michael and Siesta; Michael went to the pot and noticed the dinner was chicken stew. Michael hummed and looked to the side and saw multiple ingredients that haven't been used. Looking back at the pot he took his share and moved to the table next to the head chef with Siesta in tow.
"Still we are very happy that you defended Siesta, poor girl always get herself into trouble one way or another were surprised why she hasn't been kicked out yet," Marteau said before laughing out loud.
"It was nothing really, besides she wasn't the one at fault I was, I was going to let Guiche hit me over and over and I wouldn't care but he just had to put Siesta in the picture,"
Marteau nodded and acknowledgement, "Hmm you are very selfless, I LOVE IT!"
This creeped Michael as he tried to scooch slightly further away from the head chef.
Tried
He was grab by the man's strong hand and forced to turn towards him, his skin crawled as he saw him pucker his lips and proceeded to go near him while saying "Kiss me!"
Before both lips touched, Michael placed his left hand in between and pushed despite the head chef trying so hard, "Don't mess me with that gay shit!"
"Okay Chef Marteau let him go, he still has to go back to Madame Louise," Siesta said while holding a hand on her mouth failing at trying to stop her giggling.
Fortunately the chef listened and let Michael finish his stew. After that Michael thanks the chef and the kitchen staff for their hard work and promise to cook them some of his hometown food. Preferably a double cheese burger, this got some varied reactions from some thanking him to others humbly declining and some curious as they heard the foreign food.
"Alright Siesta, take you knight in shining armor and guide him back to Madame Louise's quarters!" Marteau shouted as the head towards the door.
This garnered some wolf howls from the males and some soft sighs from some of the maids, this of was not missed by the ears of Siesta if her tomato face has anything to say about it, this brought a spark In Michael's eye as he turned to face Siesta and used his hand to make her look into his eyes. Her face reddened even more as Michael spoke.
"I wouldn't mind being you knight in shining armor," he half whispered and half spoke.
This was heard by the whole room and now the place sounded like a fish market as both females and males in the room started cheering as Michael's lips neared Siesta's. Fortunately or unfortunately Siesta managed to gather some form of sense.
"W-w-w-we should g-g-get going Madame L-L-Louise is waiting for you! She squeaked.
Siesta grabbed Michael's hand and bolted towards the door while trying her best to block the noise of the servant's mess hall. While Siesta was focused on leaving the room Michael chuckled as he was dragged out of the room.
"You really shouldn't be joining their nonsense Michael," Siesta said after finally getting her bearings together.
"What do you mean? I was serious when I said that,"
Hearing this brought a flush of red on Siesta's cheeks, she tried to form words but nothing came out, her thought process grinded into a halt when Michael sudden spoke.
"Well if you're going to reject my feelings it's fine, I just want you to know that it was a fun night Siesta, I hope we can talk like this again tomorrow," he said before smiling and turned to walk away.
"…wait,"
A hand grabbed Michael, looking behind him he saw Siesta look at her with confused eyes, "Just like that? Y-you would drop your feelings for me?"
Michael shrugged, "Unlike some men and women who grovel when their beloved leave them I tend to leave it all in the past, such feelings will only distract me and I hope despite this we can still be friends, my mother always told me to live a happy life no matter how bad things may be. I always clung to those words whenever I feel down and they always cheer me back up,"
"But I hope this doesn't stop us from being best friends right?"
"O-of course! I'd be glad to stay as your best friend," Siesta said before garnering her own pure smile.
"Well it's getting pretty late, and I don't want you to wake up tired. Let's talk again tomorrow alright?"
Siesta's smile lowered for a second but then returned, due to the fact that it was night, Michael didn't notice the change. "Y-yes, we'll talk again tomorrow,"
Both of them waved goodbye while one walked away and the other stood in the same spot, when Michael finally left Siesta's view a tears slid down her cheeks.
The kitchen of the academy was as always busy, servants and maids alike work like clockwork doing their best to server the nobles in said academy, dinner had already begun and while it was not as hectic as lunch period it could still tire some of the newer maids and servants in service.
The door for the kitchen opened to reveal Michael, he weaved through the maids and servants looking for a specific person, he spotted said person in the main kitchen where food was being cooked and prepped, he was barking orders telling that they need to pay attention of the stew that's being brewed carefully or lightly scolding a new chef about the mistake he or she did for the dish. Despite Marteau being so busy he managed to spot Michael, leaning to his sous chef to take the reins for a while. After getting an affirmative from the sous chef he approached Michael.
"Our Thunder! Don't you think you're a little early to be eating with us, as you can see were still serving the servants," Marteau said half shouting so that Michael could hear him.
"Chef Marteau is it alright for us to talk for a second?" Michael asked.
Marteau nodded and gestured Michael to follow him, Marteau lead Michael to his office, "Sit down Michael,"
Accepting his offer while Marteau sat on the other chair that's facing Michael, "What did you want to talk about Our Thunder?"
"I was wondering where Siesta is, I haven't seen her the whole day,"
Marteau's expression became troubled, "You didn't know?"
"Didn't know what Chef Marteau?
"Siesta's not working her anymore; she was hired as a mistress for Count Mott,"
"What do you mean?"
"Count Mott visited the academy three days ago, he probably saw Siesta and told the headmaster that he wanted her and he just agreed, but it's not like the headmaster can do anything considering he's the messenger of the Palace. Tsk typical Nobles using their name to get what they want," Marteau explained
"Where,"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Where does he live?" Michael asked with a calm face but beneath that was a boiling rage that's being kept suppressed through extreme willpower.
"Uh, just follow the road leaving the school; from there you follow the road that leads to the east,"
"Thanks," was all Michael said and stood up and head for the door, before he could leave Marteau's office the head chef asked what he was going to do, "Just keep the stew warm. I'll be back,"
Michael stared at the Mansion of the Count from a distance, night has already fallen and the moon was already at its peak, his face was stone cold and his were the same but heated by a fiery determination. The guards in the front were clearly tired if the bags under their eyes can attest to that. He hugged the outer wall of the estate and creeped towards the guards.
"And then I said 'now that's a katana," Guard one said.
Guard two sighed tiredly, "You told me that story over and over again and besides what the hell is a 'katana'?"
Guard one shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know actually,"
Before anymore conversations continued Michael leaped towards them and performed a clothesline on Guard one, Guard two was caught off guard but readied his spear and charged, Michael dodged the spear just in time for him to get up close and personal with Guard two, he grabbed his head and brought it down to his already rising knee, the audible crack of a broken nose was heard as the guard fell back with his conscious fading out. Turing around he saw Guard one still trying to speak but all he got was choking, Michael raised his boot and brought it down knocking the other guard unconscious.
He went deeper in the estate and hid in the shadows again as he heard voices, taking a peek he spotted two guards patrolling the front door with what looks like a canine with demonic wings. Knowing that they won't leave their spot he whistled loudly for the patrol to hear them.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah… keep quiet,"
Michael waited for a few seconds as the armored footsteps suddenly became louder, when he finally saw the arm of one of the guards he attacked.
Grabbing the guard four's arm he did an over the back throw which made the guard land in the ground hard, he didn't give the other guard some respite, from his crouched form he thrusted his palm towards guard three's chin, shutting him up, he whipped out his knife and stabbed the dog in the neck just as it was about to lunge at him, from behind him he sensed guard three recovering from his throw, he raised his boot and brought it down knocking guard three out for good, after that he did a backwards kick to guard for knocking the air out of him despite him wearing armor. This lasted in the span of five seconds.
After defeating the patrol he in the mansion, it was big with pillars which he used to hide his form. He looked at the balcony of the room and noticed that no one was there. He suddenly had a bad feeling. His instinct proved to be correct when he suddenly felt a presence from behind him. He dodged just in time. His previous cover was pattered with multiple icicles.
"Well, that's a surprise; you managed to avoid my attack."
Turning to the owner of the voice he spotted what he could describe as Count Mott, "Are you Count Mott?" he asked.
"The one and only," he said, he was a plump fellow with a moustache, his neck was covered with frills, he wore a red long sleeve cloth that ended with frills on his wrists his pants were blue with stripes, if Michael didn't know any better Mott looked like a clown.
"While passing through my guards is nothing impressive I would like to ask what is the reason behind this little invasion of yours?"
"I'm here, because a little birdie told me that your hold Siesta without her consent,"
"Without her consent you say? She's a commoner I don't need her consent then let me ask you this who are you?"
"Sergeant Michael Takumi,"
"Well 'Sergeant' I'll merciful since you have some sort of rank, but let me tell you this. Siesta belongs to me as I have already hired her to be her mistress,"
Rage enveloped Michael's face, "Bullshit, you say that because you're only going to use her for your sex deprived life, Siesta has a life ahead of her, a family to look after and like hell I'm going to make you waste her like in this shithole of a mansion,"
This seemed to aggravate Mott, "I see, if you are beyond reason then I would assume this is an attack on my estate, thus I have to kill you,"
Michael's eye finally turned cold, "Bring it on punk!"
Mott waved his wand and a surge of water sprang from a vase that held water and crashed on Michael's chest sending him to the wall.
"My runic name is Mott 'the Wave', I am a triangle class mage, if you think you have any chance defeating me commoner then you must be over your head coming here,"
"I don't give a damn about you name. If you can bleed then I can kill you," Michael said.
Michael whipped out his .44 revolver and pulled the trigger, the crack of the gun echoed throughout the estate, Mott conjured a wall of ice blocking the bullet, but it was not without consequence as a massive crack formed from the wall.
"If you think you can kill me with a simple flintlock then I'm afraid you are sadly mistaken," Mott said collapsing his wall only to hear another loud crack and feel something whiz past his ear and hit the wall behind him.
He looked at Michael with surprise in his face as looked at the barrel of the gun, "This isn't some stupid flintlock,"
Michael pulled the trigger once again, the bullet flew and hit Mott's left shoulder.
"AAAARGHH"
Mott flicked his wand and the water he used as a wall rose in the air and suddenly became sharp icicles, he willed them to attack Michael. Michael dodged all of them but one managed to scrape his side. Mott flicked his wand again; the icicles that were launched stopped, turned around and started homing on Michael.
Michael sprinted towards a pillar and used it as cover, the barrage ended and Michael used this moment to go out of his cover and shoot Mott only to miss again by an inch, he clicked his tongue.
Pain flared in Michael's left shoulder as he noticed an icicle wedged in his shoulder, Mott grinned and continued his attack by willing the water he acquired from another vase to smash into Michael again making him hit the wall.
"Give up now and I'll probably be quick with your death,"
Mott conjured icicles and launched them in the prone Michael, Michael for his part managed to dodge the icicles just in time by rolling to the side, he crouched in one knee and pulled the trigger managing to blow Mott's ear off.
Mott scream reverberated in the mansion as he used his free hand to cover his ear and the other willed another wave of water to smash into Michael again. Michael dodged this time letting the water splash behind him; he took cover behind one of the pillars just in time as another hail of icicles peppered his positions. He closed his eyes and chanted a verse.
"Aim with the hand,"
He opened the cartridge of the revolver only to fine one more bullet.
"Shoot with a mind,"
He jumped horizontally from his position as he aimed his weapon.
"Kill with a heart like arctic ice,"
He pulled the trigger.
The bullet flew true and hit Mott's hand, the same hand he used to hold the wand. Pain flared in Mott's hand as he looked at the new hole in his hand as he let his wand go. Michael used this moment to sprint towards Mott.
He first kneed him to his stomach bringing him to his knees, he grabbed him using the back of his cloth he then pushed him to the wall, Mott grunted in pain as he stared at Michael's cold eyes.
"Where's Siesta,"
"Why should tell you!" Mott retorted.
Michael punched him in the nose, breaking it. Mott fell to the ground unceremoniously to the ground; Michael grabbed him again and asked the same question. When Mott wouldn't answer he pulled his fist back ready to cave his face with the next punch.
"MICHAEL!"
The punch stopped just inches from his face, Michael looked back to see Siesta. He let go of Mott letting him fall down to his knees, he approached Siesta and was about to say how worried he was but was cut when he received a slap from her.
Michael looked at Siesta to see her crying, "You didn't have to come here!"
Michael smiled, "Well that won't do, I am you knight remember?"
Siesta hugged him while muttering 'stupid' over and over again.
"I will report this to the Palace, you better be ready when they call i-"
Mott was never able to finish his sentence when a serrated knife buried the wall next to him.
Fear enveloped the Count as he looked at the cold eyes of Michael, while Michael for his part hugged Siesta with one arm and his other extended. "Just try it, I'll kill them as well, Siesta belongs to no one but me,"
After Michael took his knife back, he and Siesta walked back to the academy only to see a peeved Louise in the front gate, "Michael where have you been?!"
"I just saved a princess, got a problem with that?"
"How dare you attack the Count's estate?! You know he could send the entire Palace on us!,"
"So? Let them come I'll kill them all if they want,"
That was all the Michael said before going to the servants and maids kitchen, once he opened the door the whole kitchen had faces of shock upon seeing Siesta.
"Marteau, where's the stew me and Siesta are hungry!"
WOW 3.5K WORDS! This has to be longest chapter I was written, and I'm proud of it! Now I'm going to respond to some comments
humancreeper & Blue Zenith: Unfortunately it won't. I'm aiming for the genre of "My technology is superior than yours" but that doesn't mean I'll put some funny moments.
UndeadLord 22: Why bullets when he can use his 25mm grenade airburst?
In any case I hope you guys enjoyed this fic as I sure as hell have, I hope the fight scene is something acceptable, funny thing is i had to act most of the fight scenes in order for me to describe them XD.
Peace~