The White Devil

Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha © Masaki Tsuzuki
All Characters © Respective Owners.


Lyrical Record 1: The Devil Wears White (nano)?

A new day was just beginning on Uminari, the city by the sea. The sun was barely starting to peek over the horizon, but the city was already alive with people; local shopkeepers open their doors with smile on their faces, businessmen grumble over the regular commute to work, and sleepy children reluctantly dragging themselves off to school for the day. And down by the West Port Dock, Gregory Gordon tried, and failed, to fight back gave a loud and exhaustive yawn.

"Long night, Greg?" asked one of his co-workers.

"You could say that," Gregory Gordon mumbled tiredly.

Gregory Gordon leaned against one of the shipping containers they were meant to deliver, rubbing his eyes, which were red due to a lack of sleep as of late. Everything was running smoothly this morning; their men had secured the shipment and delivered it to the docks on schedule and now they were loading it into one of the containers, which would be lifted onto the ship and sailed away to its destination. Everything was going according to plan…and that unnerved him.

Gregory Gordon had only been in Japan for eight months after moving from his home country of Germany, and had been working in Uminari City for less than six. It was the Leviathan who had given him the job, the only person who would provide work for a former military that was dishonorably discharged. When he started working the streets, he had everything planned out: threaten some people, break a few bones, maybe even silence a person or two, and he would be set for life. Sounds easy in a peaceful no-name city like Uminari, right? But every time – every damn time – something, or rather someone, got in the way and usually ended with regular visits to the hospital. Even now, Gregory Gordon looked over his shoulder, half expecting to see that little demon popping its head around the corner, laughing at him.

"You all right?" said his co-worker. "You look a little…twitchy."

"You'd be twitchy too if you thought she was about to drop in at any second," said Gregory Gordon.

"She?"

"The White Devil," said Gregory Gordon earnestly.

"What? You're scared of her" his co-worker aid, laughing. "From what I've heard, she's just a kid."

"That kid broken my jaw two weeks ago," said Gregory Gordon, "and she put me in the hospital with a concussion a week before that. That kid is not just some kid – she's a demon. You must have heard how she's been busting up the Leviathan's groups all over the city. Two nights ago, T-Bone and Razor were supposed to make a gun trade down in the Miles and the cops found them hanging from a lamppost with their front teeth missing."

"Those guys were idiots; they called themselves T-Bone and Razor," said the co-worker. "Greg, you need to relax. Look, everyone knows the White Devil only busts people at night and it's already sunrise. She's not gonna show. Why don't you grab yourself some coffee? You look like you could use the caffeine."

"Here you go," said a small girlish voice, offering two cups of steaming-hot coffee.

"Hey, thanks," said the co-worker appreciatively.

"Yeah, thanks, kid," said Gregory Gordon.

The girl blinked as each other them took their coffee, staring at them in amazement. She counted the seconds before both of them caught on, spit coffee into each other's faces, and turned on her, screaming:

"WHITE DEVIL!"

"Wow, that was a delayed reaction," said the White Devil.

Far be it for any of them to judge, but the White Devil hardly appeared the demonic protector criminals whispered about in fear. Barely coming at their waist and very thin, most would just mistake her for a primary school student. But primary school students didn't wear a padded white and blue dress uniform with a cloth covering their mouth and a white hood over their heads. And they certainly didn't float a foot off the ground, spinning a red-jeweled scepter casually around in their fingers.

Having heard Gregory Gordon and his co-worker scream her name, the other six henchmen – as the White Devil liked to think of them – dropped what they were doing and ran their way. The White Devil's eyes fell down on Gregory Gordon and his co-worker as both of them reached into their pockets, pulling out their guns. The White Devil threw herself between Gregory Gordon and the other man with her staff held out, pulling them both by the neck and hitting the ground. The White Devil tucked and rolled forward into a crouch; the henchmen formed a line in front of her with their rifles aimed for her head. As the henchmen pulled the trigger, the White Devil threw up her hand, shouting:

"Round Shield!"

A large, encrypted circle of glowing-pink energy formed in the air between them just as the henchmen took their shots. The bullets rebounded of the strange energy shield, flying off the ground and against the shipping containers. One rebounded bullet hit a henchman in the leg, causing him to fall forward, and another hit one in the shoulder, throwing him on his back. Seeing the damage she had unintentionally done, the White Devil dropped her shield and crossed her arms over her face as the remaining henchmen sprayed her with bullets. Her Barrier Jacket was imbued with a protective spell to withstand most attacks, but even she knew that it would last forever. She needed to get out fast.

The henchmen slowly advanced on the White Devil, a couple of them laughing, and never relenting on their attack. Very carefully, the White Devil moved her right arm to cover her face as she lifted her staff up with her left before slamming the end down on the ground.

"Shockwave!" shouted the White Devil.

A ripple of pink energy expanded from the point where the White Devil's staff hit the ground. The henchmen were immediately thrown on their ground and some of them even dropped their rifles by accident. Before any of them had a chance to pick themselves up, the White Devil swiftly moved from man to man, grabbing each one by the head and slamming them down into the concrete, rendering them unconscious. Just as she had knocked out the last of them, the White Devil turned around and noticed that Gregory Gordon was back on his feet, a small pistol shakily aimed at her head. The White Devil put a hand on her hip and smirked under her mask.

"Think carefully for a moment," said the White Devil. "You have that tiny gun and I have pink beams of death. It's your call."

Gergory Gordon looked at the White Devil before staring down at his gun. Back to the White Devil. Then back to the gun again. Gregory Gordon promptly punched himself in the face and collapsed.

"Good call," said the White Devil. She stepped over the pile of unconscious henchmen to one of the crates that hadn't been loaded into a shipping container. "Hmm…looks like it's an electronic lock. Raising Heart, think you can open it."

"Affirmative, Master," the red jewel of the White Devil's staff said, glowing pink as it spoke.

In a moment, the electronic lock on the crate beeped and the top opened with a soft hiss; the White Devil threw off the cover and looked down inside. There were a dozen gigantic spools of red thread neatly packed inside the crate, only this threat was unusually bright and sparkling. The White Devil touched the side of her head, opening a connection in her mind.

"Lindy-san, it's just like you thought," said the White Devil. "Leviathan is sending out another shipment of Life Fiber. According to the manifest I found on Gordon, it's headed to the same place as the last shipment: Honno City."

"Life Fibers are an S-Rank illegal substance and dangerous for humans," said Admiral Lindy Harlaown. "I don't even want to imagine what they are doing over there with Life Fibers. The important thing is that we extract as much of them off the planet as soon as possible. I'll send word to my men to retrieve it and have it transferred to TSAB Lock-Up."

"And mark another amazing victory for the great Lindy Harlaown, the TSAB's miracle admiral," Nanoha said jokingly.

"I doubt anyone calls me that," said Lindy, chuckling. "But I won't deny that our little partnership has done wonders for my career. It almost makes up for the fact that I haven't arrested you yet."

"Yeah…there's no chance they're ever going to forget about that, is there?" Nanoha asked nervously.

"Unlikely," said Lindy. "The admirals on the High Council have memories like Earth elephants."

"…I know there's a joke in there somewhere, just can't think of a good one," said the White Devil.

The White Devil distracted herself in deciding a clever pun, failing to notice the woman looming above her atop the stack of shipping containers. The woman kneeled, unlatched the large carrying case she had brought with her, pulling out a light anti-armor rocket launcher, and hefting it onto her shoulder. She peered through the scope and, once the White Devil was in the middle of her crosshairs, sent the missile flying down on the docks. Fortunately, the White Devil heard the blowback of the missile and spun around to see the rocket spiraling her way. The White Devil quickly glided off to the side, narrowly avoiding the ensuing explosion, but the blast threw the crate of Life Fibers into the air and down into the ocean with a great splash.

"Nanoha, what was that?" said Lindy, sounding panicked over the mental connection.

"Call ya back," Nanoha said quickly, disconnecting them. "You know, there are other ways of getting my attention! I wouldn't say no to a hug-o-gram or some chocolate and flowers would be nice."

"Yeah, but this way is just so much more fun," said the woman, throwing away the shoulder-launcher.

The woman took a step forward and dropped down on top of the container below, letting the White Devil get a good look at her. She was roughly the age of a young adult with shocking-white hair dressed in a blue-and-orange color scheme with some visible chainmail mesh underneath and a pair of swords strapped to her back. She had a white patch over where her left eye should to be, and the White Devil did not think it was for decorative purposes.

"So, what am I supposed to call you?" said the White Devil. "Patchy the Ninja Girl?"

"Name's Rose Wilson," said Rose Wilson, "but you can call me Ravager."

"Nah, I think I'll stick with Patchy," said the White Devil humorously; she could see Ravager's remaining eye twitch irritably. "So, Patchy, what's a sweet-looking girl like you doing running with guy like Leviathan? Wait, don't tell me. You're into those bad boy types, aren't ya?"

"The Leviathan's money is green," said Ravager. "And as a bonus…I get to kill a devil."

"Actually, Yen notes are more brown or blue – "

Ravager, far from amused, dipped into one of the many pouches on her belt and withdrew a handful of bladed stars, which she threw at the White Devil. The White Devil easily ducked underneath the throwing stars; they made a chorus of grinding metal as they stabbed the container behind her.

"Shuriken? In Japan?" said the White Devil, her brow raised. "Can you be any more cliché?"

"Show me what you've got!" shouted Ravager.

She took off running along the rows of containers. The White Devil hovered off the ground and gave chase. By waving her finger around in a full circle, she formed six balls of pink energy in the air and gestured them towards Ravage and they shot across the sky like rockets. Ravager easily dodged the energy blasts by outrunning them before jumping to a higher container with an impressive spiral flip. Grimacing, the White Devil flew higher into the air until she could see the entire shipping yard below her and starting moving her hand around to form another row of energy blasts.

Ravager saw what she was planning and reached into her pouch, pulling out an advanced-looking grapnel gun. She took careful aim as she ran along the containers and shot the hook skyward, successfully tying the cord around the White Devil's ankle. The White Devil, surprised by her ensnarement, unconsciously broke off from her attack and the energy balls evaporated. Once knowing that she had caught the Devil, Ravage pulled back on the cord. The White Devil yelped as she was ripped form the air and landed hard on one of the shipping containers, making a large dent in the roof.

"Ooh…that is so cheating," the White Devil groaned.

The White Devil felt a tug at her ankle and was suddenly dragged across the container as Ravager started to drop from a higher vantage point. Ravager reached into her pouch once more, this time retrieving a collapsible bo staff. She slammed one end of her staff down on the White Devil's head, but the White Devil quickly tilted it to the side and rolled away from Ravager. The White Devil flipped back to her feet, cut the wire with a well-precision energy blast, and lifted Raising Heart over her head to intercept Ravager's staff.

Ravager was exceptional skilled as much as the White Devil hated to admit it. When she blocked a blow to the head, Ravager quickly countered with a jab to the ribs. When she ducked under a swing, Ravager spun around and delivered a windmill kick to the side of her face, throwing her against the wall of another container. The only time the White Devil managed to find an opening was she Ravager ducked to dodge one of her energy balls. She didn't waste the opportunity; she ran at Ravager and used a flying kick to her chest, throwing her over the side of the container.

Panting, the White Devil moved closer to the edge of the container and peeked down to see where Ravager had landed. But the moment she looked over, Ravager came flying back up with a sharp kick to the White Devil's face that flipped her backwards on to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. The White Devil wheezed as she delicately stood back up and stared down Ravager, who had collapsed her staff and returned it to her pouch.

"Giving up already?" said the White Devil, mostly sounding relieved. "I thought the party was just getting started."

"This will shut you up," said Ravager, unsheathing one of the swords.

"Or it could make me talk more; you never know," sang the White Devil.

Ravager rolled her one good eye and lunged at the White Devil.

Now at this point, most people would think that the villain switching to a more lethal weapon would make things more difficult. But for the White Devil, it was exactly the opposite. The White Devil effortlessly pushed Ravager's blade away with Raising Heart's body and ducked underneath as she took a swing. Ravager spun around with the momentum and brought her sword down on top of the White Devil. The White Devil tilted Raising Heart so that the sword slid around the shaft and threw a quick jab to Ravager's face. Ravager recoiled from the blow, but quickly fell back into the flow of battle with a swing from the right and then spun around for a quick back stab, both of which the White Devil easily defended against.

Ravager spun back around for another skyward strike, but the White Devil once again forced her blade to slide along Raising Heart's shaft then spun the weapon in a circular motion, throwing Ravager's sword into the air. While Ravager was flabbergasted by the sight of her sword flying, the White Devil threw a quick kick to the abdomen that sent her tumbling backwards a few feet away. Ravager curled herself and landed properly in a kneeling position, holding her stomach, as her sword came down and handed in the White Devil's hand.

"How did you do that?" asked Ravager.

"This is one of the few times I'm glad my dad forced me to learn our family's sword style," said the White Devil.

"I see," Ravager hummed, standing and unsheathing her second sword. "Looks like we both have er…extravagant parents. But I can promise you, mine is a little more persuasive if you get my meaning."

"I don't, but I really don't ewant to," said the White Devil. "Take a break, Raising Heart. I've got this."

"All right, Master," said Raising Heart.

The bejeweled scepter glowed and soon dissolved into a round, tiny red gem, flapping around the area with tiny pink wings. Others would have thought this strange, but not Ravager; her eye was only on the kill.

Ravager and the White Devil lunged towards one another; the blades sparked upon their imminent clash. Being older and physically stronger, Ravage easily overtook the White Devil and pushed her back. But what she hadn't realized was that the White Devil intentionally allowed herself to be pushed back so that she could duck under Ravager's arms and strike a solid uppercut to her chin. Ravager flinched but she didn't back away. She swiped her sword across the air, but the White Devil effortlessly ducked and banged the hilt of her own sword against Ravager's ribs. Ravager growled and pushed away from the White Devil, taking a backwards swipe against her; the White Devil simply leaned away from her reach.

Ravager was growing more irritated now. She once again closed the distance between them and their swords sparked flew from the point where their blade impacted. The White Devil pushed Ravager's sword away and pushed forward to slam her shoulder into Ravager's chest. But in doing so, the White Devil left and opening for Ravager to grab her by the head and spin her around into a headlock. Ravager brought her sword up with the intent of slicing the Devil's throat, but the White Devil quickly brought up her own sword to intercept. In the split-second of time that Ravager was thrown off balance, the White Devil grabbed Ravager by the wrist and pulled all of her weight to flip Ravager over her shoulder.

Ravager rolled until her back hit against another shipping container. When she stood up proper, she gasped as the White Devil threw her own sword back at her. Naturally, the White Devil had no intention of actually hurting Ravager and only stabbed the area next to her head. But in the moment when Ravager was distracted, the White Devil flew up close and punched her square in the face, hitting the back of her head against the container. Ravager collapsed sideways, unconscious.

"Well, that was a thing," said the White Devil. She touched her head, reestablishing the mental connection. "Sorry 'bout that, Lindy-san. Patchy the Ninja Girl nearly took my head off. But don't worry, you friendly neighborhood White Devil took care of her."

"Patchy the – no, no, I don't want to know," said Lindy. "As long as you are fine, that's all that matters. Did you manage to secure the Life Fibers?"

"Yeah, about that…," said the White Devil awkwardly, staring down at the hole in the docks. "You like fishing, right?"

"So much for my raise," Lindy sighed over the connection. "Oh well, at least no one can get their hands on them at the bottom of the ocean."

"Not unless the fish suddenly gain a sense of fashion," the White Devil joked. "It'll be fine, Lindy-san. There are worse things that could have happened."

"Like you being ten minutes late for school?" said Lindy.

"BWAH! Tell me these things earlier!" the White Devil screamed, quickly flying off. "Oh man, sensei is going to kill me!"

As the White Devil left the shipping yard and flew off into the skyline, several UCPD cars screeched around the docks, their sirens wailing and lights flashing. Several men and women in police uniform jumped out of their cars with their guns loaded and immediately began to surround the area, many of them looking surprised to see the perpetrators knocked out on the ground. He only one who did not seem to be in a hurry was Lt. Signum Yagami, who had just closed her car door and stared into the sky, following the trail of the White Devil.

Signum treaded across the crime scene as her fellow cops pulled the criminals to their feet, slapping them with cuffs and forcing them into the back of their vehicles. She watched six to seven of her co-workers struggle to hold down a woman dressed in pirate/ninja costume, shouting obscenities for the White Devil. A police sergeant came up to her with a clipboard.

"What have we got?" asked Signum.

"Almost everything seems normal," said the police sergeant. "Except for a few unmarked items suspected to be used for illegal smuggling. We'll have the boys down in evidence lock-up take a better look. Some of the people we arrested have a long list of priors including Gregory Gordon and Rose Wilson."

"I'm willing to bet they were both hired by the Leviathan," said Signum.

"That sound like a safe bet," said the sergeant. "It's a good thing the White Devil was here when she was."

"There is nothing good about the White Devil getting involved with police business," said Signum sternly. "You'll do well to remember that."

"But isn't she doing a good thing?" asked the sergeant, confused. "In the last year alone, crime rate had fallen by ten percent since she showed up. Everyone calls her a hero. I don't get why you don't like her."

"It has nothing to do with liking her or not," said Signum. "Yes, I will admit that she has done more good for the sake of Uminari City than even the UCPD and I'm proud of that fact. But from what I heard, she's roughly the same age as my little age. Could you imagine what it would be like if you thought your sister or daughter was out there fighting dangerous criminals and risking her life every day?"

"…Yeah, I see what you mean," said the sergeant. "So…what are you doing to do if you ever catch her?"

"I haven't really thought about that," Signum said honestly. "For now, I just hope she is somewhere safe and out of harm's way."


The bell rang at Shishou Elementary, which meant one thing: lunch period!

Nanoha could not have been any happier when it finally arrived, finally able to take her mind of the redundancy of school work and just enjoy some time with her best friends in the world, Alisa Bannings and Suzuka Tsukimura. It wasn't that Nanoha thought the lessons were pointless or unnecessary, but ever since she had discovered she had magical powers, Yuuno has been personally teaching her on a University level. Of course, that only pertained to math and science; her language skills were still full of flaws and nobody could beat Suzuka when it came to physical education.

Nanoha, Alisa, and Suzuka pulled their desks together near the window and pulled out their lunches. Nanoha always brought something simple that her mother made or that she go from their family's café. Alisa and Suzuka, however, always brought fancy bentos that looked like they cost more than her house; one of the perks of being born to wealth, she supposed.

"So, how'd it go with Sensei?" asked Suzuka. "Was he mad?"

"It's the fourth time I was late for class this week," Nanoha grumbled. "Of course he was mad. He even called my mom and dad. Oh, I am in so much trouble when I get home."

"Well, that's what happens when you get caught skipping," said Alisa.

"I only got caught because you shouted my name to the whole class," said Nanoha, leering. Alisa turned her head and tried to whistle innocently. "Hey, don't pull that on me! I invented that trick!"

"Now, now, let not fight during lunch," said Suzuka sweetly, attempting to dissolve the situation. "Let's talk about something else. Something like…oh, I know! You heard about the White Devil this morning!"

Nanoha almost chocked on her sandwich and had to take a long swig of milk to force it down her throat.

She shouldn't be surprised that her best friends wanted to exchange stories about the latest White Devil sightings. Ever since the White Devil 'mysteriously' appeared to save Suzuka from an attempted kidnapping, she and Alisa worshipped the White Devil like some kind of demi-goddess. And the worst part was that Nanoha had to listen to them swap rumors on a daily basis and resist the urge to blurt out that she was the White Devil. It wasn't that Nanoha didn't trust them with her identity – she had more faith in them than anyone else – but she had a funny feeling that once they knew, they might start to make some odd requests that could lead to some…awkward questions.

" – and I heard that they arrested a ninja-pirate there," said Suzuka.

"Wait, what is a ninja-pirate?" Alisa asked confused.

"Oh, someone said there was a girl in a ninja outfit with an eyepatch," said Suzuka.

"Doesn't that just mean she has a bad eye?" said Alisa with her brow raised.

"Ooh," Suzuka said, like she had just realized it. "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. So she was just a normal ninja girl with a bad eye."

"I don't think there is such a thing as a 'normal ninja girl'," said Alisa. "The White Devil is so cool, flying around the city shooting death beams and getting into sword fights with ninjas. I wish I knew who the White Devil is. I bet she's a rich girl who lost her parents during a random mugging, swearing vengeance on criminals everywhere and using her family's money to make cool crime fighting gadgets."

"I think the White Devil is an alien," said Suzuka. "When her home planet was about to be destroyed, her scientist parents sent her to Earth in a rocket ship and she was found by a kind couple who raised her to uphold truth and justice."

"Or maybe she was raised on an island of warrior women," Alisa continued excitedly. "She was curious about the outside world and wanted to leave her home, so their gods gave her magic powers to protect her and she fight evil for the sake of peace and love."

Nanoha was so tempted to tell them that was the exact story of Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, and Diana Prince, but she was sure Batman would scold her.

"Who do you think the White Devil is, Nanoha?" asked Suzuka.

"Me?" said Nanoha, blinking for a moment. "Hmm…I don't know. Maybe I'm the White Devil."

Alisa and Suzuka put down their food and stared at her for a minute. Then they burst out laughing.

"Y-y-you? The Wh-White Dev-vil!" Alisa shriked, choking on her own laughter. "If – if you're the Whi-White Devil, then – then I'm t-the Emperor of-of Japan!"

"You don't have to be so mean about it," said Nanoha, pouting.

"We're sorry, Nanoha," Suzuka apologized, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "But the idea of you being the White Devil is rather…ridiculous. The White Devil is feared by every criminal in the city and you – well, you're too much of a nice girl. You wouldn't hurt a fly."

"I slapped Alisa-chan once," Nanoha countered.

"There's a big difference between slapping a primary school girl and beating up a gang of thugs," Alisa snort. "White Devil – yeah right."

Nanoha smiled placidly as she ate her lunch in silence; it was better this way.


As the Nanoha Takamachi returned to her mundane school routine on the opposite side of Uminari City, Mizuiro Kaiju leaned back in his chair with her fingers massaging his forehead, trying to fight back a migraine as his client ripped him a new one over the phone.

Mizuiro Kaiju had done well for himself these last ten years; a tall, well-built man with naturally tan skin and neatly combed silver hair – the coloring of which he explained away as a medical condition from when he was younger. He had worked hard to get where he was, sitting in a comfortable leather chair behind a finely polished desk at the top of one of Uminari's tallest buildings. Most of his hard work came from good business sense; playing the stock market and purchasing small business before expanding them. Some of his shadier dealing required taking another name so as to not ruin his good reputation. That is when he became the Leviathan, the serpent of the sea, a master of smuggling advance technology that didn't exist on Earth and selling it to the highest bidder. It wasn't long before everyone in Uminari's underworld looked to him as the Kingpin and he had come close to take over the entire town.

And then, one year ago, everything changed. A mage appeared. A mage on a Non-Administrated planet. Mizuiro knew that there were chances of people on Earth showing potential for magic, but they were extremely rare and he didn't think there would be any close by. But now that she is here, she is constantly ruining his business dealings and costing him a fortune in technology he had smuggled to Earth. And if that wasn't bad enough, now the TSAB were starting to become interested in the planet as well because of the White Devil.

If only he could get rid of that little demon…if only…

"Am I boring you, Mr. Kaiju?" said a smooth, feminine voice over the phone speaker.

"Not at all, Ms. Ragyo, just thinking," said Mizuiro calmly. "As I was saying, I deeply apologize for being unable to send your latest shipment of Life Fibers. I promise that you will be fully reimbursed for your troubles."

"I don't care for monetary gain, Mr. Kaiju," said Ragyo. "I paid good money for those Life Fibers and I expect to be compensated for it."

"And you will, Ms. Raygo," said Mizuiro. "But you must understand that we are currently dealing with some…pressing matters."

"Your petty problems are none of my concern," said Ragyo coldly. "I want those Life Fibers and I want them soon. Good bye."

Ragyo hanged up and the office buzzed with the long, annoying tone. Mizuiro took a deep breath…and then smashed the telephone beneath his fist, silencing the noise. At that moment, a man with neatly combed brown hair in a leisurely business suit entered the office, carrying a stack of folders under his arms. The man walked calmly around the office, neatly stacked the folders on Mizuiro's desk, and swept the shattered remains of the telephone into the nearby trash bin. The whole time his expression never changed; he was far too used to Mr. Kaiju's outbursts by now.

"Problems with Ragyo Kiryuin?" asked the man.

"Just an annoying gnat with a God Complex," said Mizuiro, sighing as he leaned back in his chair. "She doesn't even understand the full capability of the product she purchases. But it doesn't matter if she never receives her purchases, does it, Lawson?"

"I suppose not," said Lawson. "Does that mean Miss Wilson was unable to eliminate the White Devil?"

"I just got a report on her arrest this morning," said Mizuiro, "along with Gregory Gordon. We should start planning to post bail for Mr. Gordon; Miss Wilson can rot in her cell for all I care."

Spinning around in his chair, Mizuiro Kaiju stared out into the Uminari City skyline through the window of his office. If there was one thing that Mizuiro liked about this city, it was definitely the ocean. It reminded him of the long beaches near his home from before he arrived on Earth. It had the same calming effect that always relaxed him whenever he was stressed.

"When I came here ten years ago, I had a simple plan," said Mizuiro, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "I wanted to run my own business, having something that I could say proudly that was mine to own. Not the Bureau, not the Grendel, and certainly not the Huckebeins. It was all mine. And before I knew it, it was running my own empire…and then the White Devil shows up and starts ruining everything."

"She does have a funny way of doing the wrong thing at the right time," said Lawson. "Any new plans on how to deal with her?"

"I just don't know anymore, Lawson," said Mizuiro. "I've thrown everything money can buy at the White Devil and she just keeps coming. I'm starting to think nothing on Earth can stop her."

"…then maybe that's the answer, sir," said Lawson, looking like he was struck with sudden inspiration. "Maybe no one on Earth can be the White Devil."

Mizuiro folded his hands together and rested his chin on top, taking a moment to contemplate the meaning of those words. And then, a smile crossed his face.

"Lawson, bring me the latest Bingo Book," said Mizuiro happily. "I need to make a few calls."


Yukari Tamura: There are those who say the sky is the limit. And then there are those who believe in what lies beyond that sky. A child who dreamed of soaring to new heights is thrown into disarray by one who lays claim to those very skies. And now the devils wings threaten to be torn apart. Next time on the White Devil…

Can I Touch the Sky (nano)?

Nanoha: Magical! Lyrical! I'll do my best!