Message From The Author 3: Huzzah! The moment you all have been waiting for! Chapter 3 of The Russian Familiar of Zero! I hope you enjoy!
Edit 12/29/11: Originally uploaded this chapter last night but wasn't so happy with the chapter, so I fixed it a little today and added a tad bit more detail, so if you already read this chapter, you can read it again, I mean it's the same just with more detail.
Chapter 3: Wrath of A Russian
"Ah, alright then. Sounds fun. My name is Ivan Braginski. I am the personified nation of Russia. The spirit. Nice to meet you. . ."
Oh great. . .well Louise, he is now your familiar.
The sun rose up bright the next morning on The Magic Academy of Tristain of the dorm of the mage Louise Francoise Le Blanc De La Valliere otherwise known as Louise The Zero and she awoke from her slumber. The bright sun hit her face.
I hope yesterday was a dream. she thought as she opened her eyes.
That was all a dream, today is the actual day that I summon my familiar. There is no way that he is my familiar. He's just a figment of my imagination.
Yesterday, she claimed was the most special day of her life, scratch that, the most awful.
She had to summon a familiar as a second year mage, summon a familiar spirit that will be bonded to them by contract so that the familiar spirit will be the mage's protector, assistant, and eternal partner. She hoped that whatever she summoned was a magnificent creature that would beat all other student's familiar and to lose that horrid title of "Louise The Zero," for she was always teased by her classmates because her inability to perform spells and what not.
Apparently, that wasn't the case.
Instead, she summoned a scary, cold looking, human, plebeian named Ivan Braginski who claims to be physical personification of spirit of the nation of Russia.
Just when things could have got better, it got worse. Now she has to deal with him being her familiar, and she was pretty sure he wasn't so fond of this either.
In fact, he hates her.
But now according to Louise, she believes it was all a dream, there is no way that yesterday happened. She denied that it ever happened.
Who is this Ivan Braginski anyways? The things my imagination can create. She thought, she laughed. She got up and turned around. . . and was then startled by her familiar who was wide awake smiling at her holding the laundry basket.
"Good morning, girl."
"Wah!" Louise jumped out of bed.
"Brought the basket of clothes!" Her familiar stated.
Oh god. . .no. . .no! Louise thought. It was no dream, it was all real. What happened yesterday, truly happened. She stared at him with such feelings of denial.
He's real! Noooooooo!
"Something wrong?" Ivan asked. He noticed her expression of denial.
"N-no! I'm fine! And t-that's nice that you brought the basket!" Louise said. "Since when did you wake up? How long were you here?"
"I woke up an hour ago, and I brought the laundry here and watched you sleep. You were so cute."
Louise's face turned red made a glare. Stalker. . .
She had no choice, but to accept what happened yesterday and move on.
"Pick out my clothes familiar!" she demanded to Ivan.
Ivan raised a brow. "Why? Can't you do it yourself?"
"I'm sorry but whose is the master here? Not you."
Ivan made a growl. "Hmph." From the basket he picked out her school uniform, along with the black stockings.
"Wear this," he muttered.
"Panty and bra as well please," Louise added pointing at her drawer.
Ivan sighed and pulled out those items.
"Now go dress up," he said throwing them at the bed.
Louise took off her night gown. "Look away please," she declared.
Ivan turned around, cursing in Russian. This is stupid. . . he thought.
"Now, put on my clothes."
Ivan spun around with his face red. "What!"
"You heard me, dress me up," Louise demanded.
Ivan was shocked, he knew that he was her familiar and had to do everything she said, but dressing her up? It sounded like she was taking advantage of him being her familiar and taking it way too far.
"Dress yourself girl!" he snapped.
"Excuse me! You are my familiar, do what I say! A servant always dresses up their master! I'm a noble! Nobles don't dress themselves! If you do not listen, you'll be locked up here and you won't get any food!"
Ivan's purple aura returned. "Noble, you? Don't make me laugh. I'm a nation. Not a servant."
"Yeah, where you are from, you were a nation, but here, you are my familiar and you will do what I say," Louise spat. "Problem with that? Well, sorry, deal with it."
"Don't provoke me," Ivan hissed. "Do you want me to do the same thing to you as I did to Kirche?"
Louise jumped in fear. She forgot about last night. But she had to remain calm and fearless. She was not going to give in.
"Go ahead, do it," she declared. "I don't care! I'm not afraid!"
Startled by her words, Ivan could not believe that there was someone standing up to him. Hardly anyone he knew has ever done that, only quite a few but that was it.
He let out a sigh. He wasn't in the mood for fighting. He did what he was told.
Afterward, Louise led him to the dining room. "Breakfast, da?" Ivan asked.
"Yes."
. . .
"I'm pretty sure Louise will be here soon," said Montmorency to Kirche as the two sat in the chairs of their table.
"I hope not!" snapped Kirche. "I don't want her here! Especially her familiar, ugh!"
The doors opened and everyone turned their attention to Louise & Ivan. There was silence and whispers.
Kirche gulped. Seeing Ivan made her sick to her stomach.
The room was so huge, to Ivan seeing the huge tables covered in white, variety of mages sitting on the chairs with the food made him stare at awe.
Louise approached a chair and Ivan was fascinated by the magnificent food on the table. "Why that looks good!"
"Pull the seat, Ivan," Louise ordered.
When he did and Louise sat, Ivan sat right next to her. "I can't wait to eat this."
"Hey!" Louise yelled. "Sit down on the floor! Do you not remember what I said last night!"
"Oh right," Ivan looked down to see a plate on the floor. "Don't tell me that's my dish."
"It is," Louise remarked. "Sit, don't worry you will be given something."
The Russian frowned and sat. This tiny plate will not satisfy me.
"Do you remember what I said, yesterday girl?" he said. "I will eat much more than yesterday."
"Shh!" Louise said as the she and the other students began to chant their prayers.
After the prayers were over, Louise handed him bread. "Here."
"Girl, didn't I say that I will eat-"
"Oops, sorry you're right," Louise sneered. "But I forgot and that's all I got for you. So enjoy."
Ivan took the bread grudgingly and began to chew. Once again, he had to endure all over that awful bread that he ate last night.
He was starting to lose his patience. For him, this 'dream' is taking way too long.
Bitch, I will make you suffer after this, giving me the same piece of shit bread as yesterday. He roared in his thoughts.
"That's right," a voice echoed in his thoughts. "Kill the damn girl, already Ivan. You have been too nice for too long."
"Not now General, I need to do it somewhere in a quiet place. Where no one notices."
"Hurry, so we can get the hell out of here."
"Now, now, relax, this is only a dream, I'll find a way out."
"Dream! This is no dream Ivan!" the general disagreed. Open your eyes already if it is!"
Ivan laughed. "General, I can assure you I can handle this, if I really need you, I'll call you out."
"Who are you talking to?" Louise asked.
"No one in particular," Ivan quickly responded.
When the meal was over, Ivan walked down the stairs and decided to look for a pipe. He had to find something to hurt Louise with, he felt like not staining his own hands. "Hmm, where do find one. . ." He saw one in the corner of the building and yanked out the pipe causing water to pour out. "Oops, ah well."
"Ivan!" called out his master. "Where are you?"
"Coming!" Ivan ran with his metal pipe.
"There you are," Louise said. She noticed his pipe. "Where did you get that?"
"I found it somewhere. . ."
Louise sighed and went with Ivan to see students outside with their familiars.
"Okay, listen up," Louise said to Ivan. "It's day off for us second years, so I will take the opportunity for us to start to bonding as master and familiar, just like the rest are doing."
"Bond? Is that so?" Ivan interrogated. "Huh, alright then. But can we go to some place more. . .quiet?"
"Well okay then," Louise said. She clapped her hands. "But first I would like some tea. Chop chop."
Ivan face palmed. "Girl, you are such a pain."
"Yes, I am, now go get some," Louise sat down on a white chair.
Ivan turned away. "As you wish master," he bitterly spat.
I. . .hate. . . Her. . . Guts! KolKolKolKolKol.
How long does he have to endure this? When will he get out of his so called 'dream' he was having?
"Mr. Ivan!" called out a voice.
"Hmm?"
"Good morning, Mr. Ivan!" said the maid named Siesta with a couple of plates of small deserts.
Ivan smiled in relief. "Ah, Siesta."
"You are with the noble Louise, hmm?"
"Yes, that girl, did you know I can't stand her?" he said in a sinister tone.
Siesta let out a nervous laugh. "I see."
"If it is not any trouble, could you kindly get tea for Louise, da?"
Siesta nodded. "Of course Mr. Ivan! But first I need to deliver these to the others!" She happily skipped away with the plates.
From a distance Guiche and Montmorency were staring at Ivan. Apparently, they both were relaxing with their familiars and Guiche was eagerly waiting for Louise and her familiar to arrive. "There he is," Guiche growled. He stood up from his chair. "Monty, dear, I'm going to give him the punishment."
"Punishment? Now?" Montmorency inquired.
"That's what today is planned for of course!" He stomped his way to Ivan. He was going to give him no mercy, for he will pay for his wrong doings on Kirche and the disrespect of her as a noble.
"No wait! Guiche!" Montmorency followed him.
"FAMILIAR OF LOUISE THE ZERO!" hollered Guiche. "IVAN!"
"Guiche, not so loud!" Montmorency yelled. The rest of the students looked at Guiche who was confronting Ivan.
"Hmmm?" Ivan turned to see Guiche. "Ah, may I help you?"
"You are Louise The Zero's familiar, correct?"
"Yes, why?"
"Because, you are about the face the ultimate punishment," declared Guiche. "Apparently, you do not know the manners when it comes to respecting us nobles."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, you almost tried to hurt Kirche yesterday."
The students gasped.
"Huh? Guiche!" Kirche appeared with her familiar Flame.
"Yes, that is right, fellow students," Guiche announced. "This plebeian here, the familiar of Louise The Zero, placed his dirty hands on a noble!"
"Guiche," mumbled Kirche. Tabitha appeared. "Guiche, don't!" she called out.
"Hmph," Guiche growled. "Ivan, I demand you apologize to Kirche for what you did, and not only that but I request that you accept to duel with me!" "A duel?" cried a student. "No way!" cried another.
Ivan laughed softly. He couldn't believe that a young immature boy was challenging the great nation. "Why should I apologize when she tried to seduce me, knowing that I told her that she shouldn't. Unfortunately, it's her own fault for not listening. I was just trying to defend myself. Oh, and a duel?"
"That still doesn't give an excuse to harass her the way you did last night," Guiche explained. "Also, yes a duel! You insulted a noble and a lady! Who you think you are to do such thing! You're nothing but a stupid plebeian and familiar of a mage who can't use magic to save her own life!"
The students awed.
"I don't understand why a pompous, blonde haired drama queen like you is considered a noble," Ivan stated. The students laughed at his statement.
"Even this Frenchman I know is better than you. You're just like him in a way, only you act so high and mighty. And if it's a duel you want, you'll get. For I am the nation of Russia, you will regret trying to confront me like this. I am greater than you."
Guiche stomped his foot in anger. A plebeian declaring that he was greater than him? How dare he! "To Vestry field! Now!" he ordered.
"What is the meaning of all this!" Louise snapped as he approached the scene.
"The blonde haired drama queen wants me to duel with him," Ivan explained. The students laughed again.
"SHUT UP! FOLLOW ME!" Guiche hollered.
"YOU IDIOT!" Louise slapped Ivan. "You dare accept a duel with out my consent?"
Ivan rubbed his cheek. "I'll be fine, girl. This will be so much fun."
"You don't understand! You can't win against a noble!" Louise warned. "You're a plebeian, you'll get hurt!"
Ivan chuckled. "Me? Get hurt against the blonde? You're kidding!"
Ivan followed Guiche. "Come girl!"
"Now this I gotta see!" said a student with the rest following him.
It was rare to see a battle between a plebeian and noble, the students felt like this was an only once in a life time opportunity.
Louise groaned. "He thinks he can do what ever he wants, that dog!" However, she felt worried. What if Ivan could not defeat Guiche? She couldn't bear to see him hurt. She would have to bear all responsibility.
Siesta who returned with the tea, saw that everyone was gone. "Where is everyone?" She then saw the crowd leaving. "Ah!" She ran after them.
. . .
"Hmm, you know, I'm surprised you didn't run off like a coward," Guiche sneered at Ivan.
"I'm not stupid enough to do that," Ivan remarked. "If anyone were to do that, it would be Feliciano."
"Who the hell is Feliciano?"
"Guiche!" Louise cried running to him. "Stop this now! Duels aren't even allowed!"
"That's only with nobles," Guiche corrected. "Not with plebeians and nobles."
"It doesn't matter! I forbid this!" Louise snapped.
"What's this? My, my, Louise are you trying to protect your familiar? Has he been put on a precious place in your heart? How precious."
Louise's face turned red. "I just don't want him hurt!"
She. . .cares about me? Ivan thought. How sweet. To him he thought that his master would be glad to see him fight, and wouldn't care for him in anyway, but now he noticed that perhaps beneath her bossy exterior, she indeed had a heart.
"And Kirche deserved to what Ivan did to her!" Louise admitted. "What was that!" Kirche snapped.
Now his own master was defending him, Ivan couldn't help but feel astonished. No one has try to stand up for him before.
"You heard me, Ivan warned you and you tried to do so anyway!"
Kirche growled. "Kick his ass Guiche! Hurt Louise's precious familiar, I want to see her cry!"
"Of course!" Guiche agreed. He released a rose petal.
Out came a flash of light, and a creature came out.
"Bronze Guiche is the name of this noble, and your opponent is the bronze golem, Valkyrie!"
"That's it?" Ivan questioned. "Pff, no big deal."
"We'll see," Guiche said. "Go!"
The valkyrie ran to Ivan with it's spear, but Ivan instantly with his own bare hand, smacked it down. "Hmph."
The students gasped.
"What!" Guiche cried.
"Wow! Amazing!" cried the students.
"He hit that thing with he own hand!" Kirche stated.
"I told you," Tabitha said. "That strength and will power that I sense from him is no laughing matter."
"Grr!" Guiche throw more flower petals. "Go!"
More valkyries appeared running to Ivan, but Ivan ran to them playfully smacked a few of them down.
"One for you, one for you, and one for you!"
"Wow!" the students gasped in awe.
Ivan's hand with the runes began to glow. "I feel. . .so strong!"
He grabbed a valkyrie by its neck and smacked it and it fell. Another one was then punched quickly on its chest. Ivan slammed his two fists on one's shoulders and on the last one Ivan slapped his pipe on its face.
"WHAT KIND OF MOVES ARE THOSE?" Guiche hollered. "YOU BARELY EVEN TOUCHED THEM AND YOU HIT THEM ALL WITH THOSE CHEAP MOVES!"
Ivan ran to Guiche, he placed his pipe under Guiche's chin and said, "I told you, you would regret ever asking me for a battle." He remarked.
He kicked Guiche's most weakest point. "Kolkol."
Guiche fell and whimpered in pain. Unable to stand, he had no choice but to accept defeat. "I. . .surrender!"
The students cheered as if they never did before. This was perhaps the first time in the academy where a commoner defeated a noble.
Ivan whispered a few words in Russian. "Augh my stomach!" Guiche called out.
"Hope you like my temporary curse!" Ivan stated happily.
"Amazing!" called out a student.
"Louise The Zero! Your familiar is awesome!" called out another.
Louise ran to her familiar. She could not believe what she was seeing. A plebeian, her own familiar, beat a noble in a duel? It was unthinkable. "How did you-!"
"Impressed, da?" Ivan asked.
"Well yeah, but you okay?"
"I'm fine, but you should be asking if the boy's okay," Ivan said pointing at Guiche.
"Oh my," Kirche stated. "Tabitha, you were so right."
"Of course I was," Tabitha replied.
"Guiche!" cried Montmorency as she ran to him with eyes of concern. "You okay?"
"OKAY? HELL NO! FAR FROM IT!" Hollered Guiche. "Ugh! Can't move!" "That's because you're paralyzed," declared Ivan.
"What did you do to Guiche!" Montmorency cried and she approached Ivan.
"A small little curse, will last for the rest of the day, nothing serious," Ivan explained.
"Why you! Get rid of it! Now!"
"Ohhhhh Ivan!" Kirche pushed Montmorency and hugged him, as if she was his friend, forgetting what he did to her.
"Wha!"
"Kirche! What the!" Louise yelled.
"Honey, I'm so sorry for what I did to you yesterday!" Kirche confessed. "And I forgive you for what you did and I understand why you did so! I'm such a fool! Will you forgive me?"
"Hol-hold on a second!" Guiche blurted out. "I thought you never wanted to be near him!" "Oh shut it you," Kirche snorted out. "You've been beaten, loser. Ivan, I totally underestimated you! You're so cool!"
"Oh, um well it's okay. . .I'm sorry too?" Ivan said.
"Idiot. . ." General Winter muttered from behind. "You should just kill them."
"Oh yes I totally forgive you, but you shouldn't really apologize!" Kirche responded.
"I guess Kirche got over the incident last night so quickly," Montmorency pondered. "Due to you getting owned by him, Guiche."
"Yes, she was astonished by Ivan's skill in the battle," Tabitha agreed. "Louise, your familiar is very interesting."
Louise smacked her head. "Why me?"
Ivan then noticed Siesta in the crowd, who smiled and waved at him. Ivan placed a small smile.
"Guys!" cried a student who ran to the scene. "Come see this!"
"What, what!" The rest of the students followed the other student, with such curiosity as if a bigger event just happened then the battle between Ivan & Guiche.
Unfortunately, they were lead to the building of the huge dining room, where water was coming out of a pipe, which caused a huge water leakage.
"Someone yanked a pipe out!" The student pointed it out at the missing pipe on the wall and the water coming out.
"Call someone!" cried Montmorency. "Quickly, look at this huge puddle of water!"
"Who could?" Louise began to ask. She turned to Ivan, who quickly hid his pipe, trying to mind his own business.
"IVANNNNNNN!"
. . .
From a white tower in the distance, a white haired elderly man sat on his desk, writing. A knock on the door interrupted his writing. "Could you get that please, Ms. Longueville?"
"As you wish," replied the green haired woman.
She opened the door to see Professor Colbert.
"Good morning, Ms. Longueville, Master Osmond," He greeted, bowing.
"Ah, morning, Colbert," Osmond greeted. "What brings you here?"
"Um, I'm here to talk about a very interesting event that happened yesterday with a student and summoning her familiar. May I explain?"
"Why certainty," the elder responded. "Go on ahead."
And from then on Colbert explained the summoning of familiars of the second year students and Louise's summoning of Ivan.
". . .So you see," he concluded. "I find this a little strange to see commoner as the familiar of a noble."
"True, we have no records of a commoner being the familiar spirit of a noble recently," agreed Osmond.
"But, this guy is no ordinary peasant. Look at this," Colbert showed Osmond an atlas of Earth and its countries. He turned to a page that contained Russia. "This is what he represents."
"Ohhh," Osmond said. "Ms. Longueville would you?"
"Yes, Master," Longueville stepped outside the room.
"R-Russia," read Osmond.
"Territory: 17,098,252 square kilometers.
Capital: Moscow
Nationality: Russian
Part Of Soviet Union."
"Why would the final born Valliere summon a nation of Earth?" asked Osmond.
"Good question, I have yet to do some research. . .unless Valliere. . ."
". . .void?" Osmond finished. ". . .Perhaps Valliere. . ."
"The runes of the familiar," he stated. "Research on them. Also research more on the nation of Russia."
"Yes, sir," Colbert bowed and left the room.
"I believe we are dealing with an ancient force here," Osmond said. "Since the familiar is a nation and not just a human."
To think that the third born Valliere would summon a physical personification spirit of a nation. . .hmm. . .
More Message From The Author 3: Eh, hoped you liked this chap!
By the way, the a reviewer requested that Ivan should know systema as one of his abilities, and I thought that was a great idea, since it's a form of Russian Martial Art, so I incorporated some of that in this chapter during his battle with the valkyries, I hope I did it right. . .also sorry the battle scene is a bit short.
Also Feliciano is North Italy from Hetalia to those who don't know who he is. (It's his human name.)
See you in the next chapter!