Chp. 4 Beware of Hayate
"I tell you Hayate, it was the most horrifying experience of my life. I was this," Nanoha's index finger had about a millimeter of space from her thumb "close. This close to doing unspeakable things." Her hand fell lifelessly.
Hayate's expression didn't make things better, her lips grinned manically while her fingers rolled the end of a nonexistent mustache. "Hmm I wish I had a camera built in."
"Hayate!" Nanoha yelled, mortified.
"What?! I'm sure you both made lovely expressions and I missed it," Hayate pouted.
"You're… You're…" Nanoha couldn't come up with a good comeback.
"Hmm Nanoha. Fate got your tongue," Hayate started cracking up, from her joke and Nanoha's tomato face.
The sound of laughter stopped as the screen blinked out of existence due to Nanoha's annoyance. She's absolutely shameless. She sat fuming on the living room couch. Her rant was cut short when she heard clumsy footfalls getting closer.
"Nonoha," Fate whined. Her feet stumbled and she began to fall.
Groan.
To stop her fall, Fate's hands had latched onto Nanoha's breasts, her weight pressing down on them.
"Squishie!" she cried joyfully, completely forgetting why she called Nanoha.
GGRRRooowwwllll. The sound rumbled very close to Nanoha's ears. Blue eyes gazed at Fate, who continued playing with her breasts ignoring the sound.
"Fate," Nanoha moaned.
"Squishie, Squishie, Squishie, Squish…" she sang while she played.
"Fate!" Nanoha said her name louder, in a husky tone, while using every ounce of strength she had to control her own twitching hands that desperately wanted to return the favor.
Fate stopped singing and playing.
Nanoha breathed out in relief, her hands stopped twitching, and her lips turned up into a gentle smile for Fate, while in her head she thought, I'm going to go crazy!
Curious red eyes gazed at Nanoha's most innocent and gently smiling face.
"Ehn!"
"Let's go eat," she said softly and, as if to drive home Nanoha's point, Fate's stomach growled again.
"Okay!" Fate pushed herself up, using Nanoha's chest as leverage making her whimper in both pleasure and pain.
"Wet's go! Wet's go!" she said, smiling down at Nanoha who rubbed her chest gingerly.
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While they walked to the cafeteria, Nanoha held Fate's hand so she wouldn't run off. Although there were no such attempts, Fate obediently walked beside Nanoha swinging their held hands gleefully, a bright smile on her face.
The other personnel from Riot force 6 awed and cooed at the cute display between them.
One girl sighed dreamily, "Ah! I want that too! It's so cute!"
Her friend beside her glimpsed at the cute couple holding hands and merely nodded at her friend, returning back to her book.
Meanwhile, another girl hit the shoulder of her boyfriend.
"Why can't you be like that?!" She pointed to a merry Fate and Nanoha passing by.
The boy rubbed his aching shoulder; although she was a girl, she was rather strong. He glanced in the direction his girlfriend pointed to, seeing a rather handsomely kept man walking like a girl and almost fainted.
"You want me to act like a sissy?!"
Feeling utterly irritated, the girl slapped him across the face.
"You don't even love me?!" she cried before running away from him, her eyes moistening.
The boy extended his hand while the other rubbed his cheek.
"Wait! Don't run baby! I can change!" he yelled while running after her.
Back to the former girl.
"What do you think that was about?" She was referring to the yelling boyfriend.
"Sah," her friend said apathetically, turning a page in the book she was reading.
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Nanoha held two trays of food in her hands, leaving Fate free to do as she pleased. She decided to loop her arm around Nanoha's, hugging it tightly while she walked with a pleasant smile on her face.
"Hey, over here!"
Nanoha was able to pinpoint the direction of the voice despite the loud din in the cafeteria. She spotted Hayate waving them over. Her cheeks puffed in annoyance in remembrance of their earlier conversation, and she stepped in the opposite direction. She wanted nothing to do with Hayate. Unfortunately, the same was not true for Fate, for she moved toward Hayate, forcing Nanoha to go along with her or have their food spilled across the floor.
When they reached the table, they saw Hayate sitting with Signum.
"Seegnum! Hiatea!" Fate greeted happily.
In her heart, Signum felt a pinprick of sorrow but her voice gave no indication.
"Hello Testarossa. Nanoha," she said in her usual way.
"Hi," Hayate said to the both of them.
"Hello Signum, I hope you're doing well. How are the forwards?" Nanoha said pleasantly while completely ignoring Hayate.
"They're fine. Vita's training with them now."
Nanoha nodded and sat with Fate across from Hayate and Signum.
Not hearing any greeting, Hayate spoke up "Okay. What did I do?"
"Here you go, sweety," Nanoha said sweetly, giving Fate a fork after she finished slicing her chicken.
Now Hayate knew for sure something was wrong.
"All right out with it Nanoha."
Nanoha glanced at her, blue eyes as cold as steel.
"Figure it out yourself." She then took a bite to eat.
"Bbbrrrr! I think I just felt the Artic Wind," Hayate said while playfully rubbing her shivering shoulders.
Clank.
Nanoha glanced beside her.
A shaking fork came down, and missed the target. Not discouraged, Fate tried again her face a picture of concentration with the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her lips as she tried again.
Clank. She hit the plate.
She tried again with the same results.
Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank.
With each clank, Nanoha's heart panged in grief and she wasn't the only one. The others at the table didn't feel any better.
Nanoha finally grasped Fate's shaking hand, making her stop.
Teary red eyes looked at her.
"I can do it. I'm a big gwhirl (girl). I can do it," she repeated stubbornly in that baby voice.
Nanoha herself almost started crying. She brought her hands to Fate's cheeks holding her face gently, as her thumbs ran under Fate's eyes swiping away the tears. "I know you can. But let me do it for now, okay?"
Suddenly, a chair rumbled back, and Signum stood up. "Excuse me," she said before walking off.
Hayate, knowing her children well, also stood up.
"I'll go talk to her."
Nanoha nodded.
Before she left, Hayate turned to Fate.
"Don't worry, your still a big girl but let Nanoha feed you. It will make Nanoha happy. You want her to be happy right?"
The tears stopped, and sad eyes brightened.
"Ehn!"
In her child-like mind, well even in her adult mind, Nanoha was her world and she would do anything to make her Nanoha happy. Such a feeling could never be changed, even if the world would be coming to an end or you get hit in the head and start acting like three-year-old.
"Good girl." Hayate then whispered something in Fate's ear.
Fate shook her head. Then said, "Reawey?"
Nanoha looked at them wondering what Hayate was saying.
Hayate whispered back making Fate break into a wide grin, her face full of exuberance.
"Well have fun you two," Hayate said smiling innocently, although her eyes held a devilish twinkle, before she ran after Signum, Nanoha staring after her.
"Aaahhh!" A happy Fate held her mouth open bringing Nanoha's attention back onto her.
Whatever. As long as she's happy. Nanoha threw curiosity to the wind, blue eyes shining with soft warmth for the red-eyed girl in front of her.
"Here you go." She placed the food in Fate's mouth, which she chomped down and chewed in gusto.
Nanoha giggled at her enthusiasm, feeling better now that Fate was happy.
She alternated between feeding herself and Fate until they were both done.
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"Signum! Wait up!"
The pink-haired knight turned and waited for her running mistress.
After having a breather, Hayate glanced up.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine," she said stoically.
"Then why did you leave so quickly?" Hayate had an idea but wanted to make sure.
Seeing Hayate's unrelenting, concerned stare, Signum caved.
"I couldn't see her that way anymore," she said, turning her head away from Hayate in embarrassment.
Hayate waited patiently for her to continue.
She did while talking to thin air, "She's a strong person. My equal. And to see her, not even able to feed herself-" She paused, unable to voice it.
"It hurts," Hayate continued for her.
Signum finally turned to her, "Yes."
"But look on the bright side. She's still strong."
Signum looked at her curiously, her eyes asking what-do-you-mean.
Hayate continued, "You see, she didn't give up. No matter how many times, she kept on attacking that plate without giving up."
Signum smirked, "Yes. That is just like Testarossa."
She felt much better now. Talking with her mistress wasn't so bad after all.
"We still have some time. So, let's go back to our room." Hayate grabbed Signum's hand and started walking. "I have this really great costume of a warrior stripper I just finished and I can't wait to see you in it."
Right now, she really wanted to, but couldn't and would never run away from her most eccentric mistress. Her noble warrior's pride wouldn't let her and that same chivalry is what made her feel even more embarrassed to wear such a revealing and most definitely unsuitable-for-battle costume.
"Whip it! Whip it strong! Signum!" Hayate commanded while filming Signum in a black two-piece dominatrix outfit which made her robust chest even more prominent.
If she weren't so stoic, Signum would definitely be crying. Her muscles rippled and the whip cracked in the air.
"Zafira, I don't hear any howling!" Hayate complained, zooming in on a bound and bare-chested human Zafira, who, up until a few moments ago, was enjoying his daily nap when his mistress wrenched him into the creation of her newest short film.
Well, it was more like, "Zafira, your playing a masochist human. Go change."
And his reply was of course, "yes mistress," before slinking away to change.
"AWOO!" Zafira howled for his mistress.
The whip cracked again.
"Stronger Signum! I want to hear the LOUD crack of a whip!"
CRACK!
"AWOO!"
Chivalry in the case of Signum and Zafira was a double-edged sword.
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While Signum and Zafira obeyed Hayate's every whim, Nanoha and Fate enjoyed some quality bonding.
Fate sat cross-legged on their bed, Nanoha behind her brushing her hair. Her scalp tingled from the moving strands of hair, her eyes fighting to stay open as she felt herself being lulled to sleep by Nanoha's gentle brushing.
A blanket of gold hair shined in the light, not a single knot remained by the time Nanoha finished brushing. Nimble fingers parted Fate's hair into three sections, and began twisting each section from root to ends forming a perfect braid.
"Done." Nanoha sat, admiring her work.
Fate turned to Nanoha, rubbing her eyes as she yawned sleepily, "Than you."
"Your welcome. Come rest a bit." Nanoha patted the spot beside her.
"Not tiewered (tired)," Fate protested while another yawn broke loose.
Nanoha covered her giggles with her hand, "Okay, you're not."
She stretched her arms as if she were sleepy, "Mmm, but I sure am tired." She sighed while looking at Fate sadly, "But I can't fall asleep when I'm alone. I guess I'll just-"
"Wait! Nonoha," Fate leaned forward, serious red eyes gazing into amused blue. "I will hewp Nonoha sweep."
Nanoha fought to keep her smile off her face.
"You will? But Fate's not tired, I can't ask-"
Fate grasped Nanoha's hand and looked at her seriously, "I will hewp Nonoha sweep."
She's so cute! She really felt like pinching Fate's cheeks, but restrained herself.
"Well, if you really want to." She made it sound like it was too much trouble.
Fate nodded enthusiastically, "I do. I do."
Nanoha smiled brightly, making Fate mirror her.
They laid back on the bed, Fate hugging Nanoha around her stomach while her head lay between Fate's beloved 'squishie' and Nanoha's arm, which hugged Fate.
A few seconds pass.
"Is Nonoha asweep?"
"No."
A few seconds later.
"Is Nonoha asweep?"
"No."
A few more.
"Is Nonoha asweep?"
Nanoha sighed.
"Fate you need to be quiet. I can't sleep if you keep talking every few seconds."
"Sowwy"
"That's okay. Now rest."
"Okay."
Seconds ticked by and Fate started to squirm, and squirm, and squirm.
Nanoha felt the squirming and thought- Did I judge wrong. She was pretty much asleep after I finished braiding her hair, and now she's suddenly energetic. Nanoha discarded that thought since the doctor did say Fate needed plenty of rest to heal from her head injury and Fate did take a lot of naps during the day.
Squirm.
"Fate are you comfortable?"
Fate stopped fidgeting and nodded her head.
"Yes. Nonoha is vewe comfoottoebow (very comfortable)."
Feeling that Fate had indeed settled down she didn't think about it anymore.
A minute passes.
"Is Nonoha asweep?"
Nanoha sighed.
"No." And I don't think you're tired anymore either. She sighed again. Her mood swings are worse than when she has her period. I can't keep up! Her eyes blinked open. It suddenly felt drafty, lifting up her head she found out why.
"Fate what are you doing?"
Adorable, yet beautiful red gems gazed at her innocently, "I'm therwisty." Fate then turned her attention back onto Nanoha's shirt. She smiled brightly after finally exposing her treasure.
Nanoha meanwhile was utterly confused, "Then why are yo-oh!-Wait! Fate!"
Innocent eyes curiously looked at her while a hand held a tilted white bra cup; a pink nipple perked up to the sudden change in temperature.
Nanoha laid on her elbows, her breast dangling on top of a skewed bra cup. She tried fixing it but Fate wouldn't let go.
"Fate?"
Now annoyed red eyes gazed into blue.
"I wan to drwink Nonoha's wove-wove miwk."
"Huh?" Of course Nanoha was puzzled what Fate said made no sense, after all she had no milk on her.
Petulantly Fate continued, "Hiatea said touch Nonoha hewere," She poked Nanoha's breast, "and Nonoha make wove-wove miwk. I wan to drwink Nonoha's wove-wove miwk."
While the gears in Nanoha's mind spun on overdrive trying to figure out what Fate said, Fate took her silence as, 'okay. No problem. You can do whatever you want.' So, being that she was a happy camper with a lately one-track mind, Fate's mouth targeted a vulnerable perked nipple ready for the taking.
The gears stopped as if a monkey wrench was thrown into one of the cogs and then of course disassembled. Well more like blew up as a new and frankly wonderfully pleasurable wet and pulling sensation tingled its way up to Nanoha's fried brain.
And on complete instinct without it having anything to do with herself or so Nanoha wanted to think, she moaned throatily and hands, which had minds of their own, slinked their way onto Fate's silky and soft hair, pulling her head closer to her bosom.
Ah! That feels good.
Fate gently sucked like a newborn nursing on their mother's breast, only Nanoha's had no warm liquid to give, and while Fate did indeed want to drink Nanoha's 'wove-wove miwk' she faintly didn't have the slightest idea what that was. All she knew was she wanted to drink Nanoha's love and in her earlier whispered conversation with Hayate, which went like this:
Hayate whispered into Fate's ear, "You know what would make Nanoha really happy?"
Fate shook her head. Hayate continued, smiling deviously, "If you suck on Nanoha's breast, she'll be so happy she'll make love-love milk just for you to drink."
Fate's eyes brightened, "Reawy?"
Hayate's eyes twinkled while she tried really hard to stop the laughter stuck in her throat just waiting to burst. Oh this is so great!
"Yes really," she whispered back.
So, gullible Fate continued sucking vigorously, yet gently, playing Nanoha like a violin to get that elusive love milk that seemed to be very stubborn to come out. Fate was just as stubborn, even more so, and wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted, much to Nanoha's pleasure, who was currently in la-la land.
Nanoha's face flushed, blue eyes shaded deeper. Delving deeper into what is commonly called "the windows to one's soul" a spark of something warm swirled in oceanic depths; a feeling that Nanoha was most certainly experiencing that could only be called love. Now, while Nanoha most certainly did love what Fate was doing, more so because it was Fate, the last strands of self-restraint were slowly but surely being frayed by each swirl of Fate's tongue.
Nanoha bit her arm, desperately trying to wake herself up from her Fate induced haze. It worked for a brief moment, but it was enough.
"Fa-Fa-Fa-te… Stah…" She had trouble thinking coherently enough to produce the necessary syllables to get her message across and her dear Fate was to intent on drinking Nanoha's love to pay attention to her grabbled words, although she did notice some rather interesting sounds that Nanoha made.
Seeing words were of no use, Nanoha with difficulty grabbed the headboard, the wood cracking under the pressure of her attempted self-restraint.
An hour later.
Stiff fingers pried themselves from the headboard. The sensations had stopped a while ago but Nanoha, slowly coming out of her meditation, had only just registered it. She had unconsciously placed herself in it as a last ditch effort to protect her beloved Fate. It turns out that the chaos of her mind and the pleasurable sensations Fate produced went hand in hand with love. So while she fell into the urge to reciprocate the wonders of the body, she had also fallen into her love for Fate and within that love Nanoha's true self, the one that would never ever do anything to harm her dearly beloved Fate, overpowered her lustful desires.
Bloodshot blue eyes lovingly gazed at Fate's relaxed and angelic face, her mouth still attached to Nanoha's breast. While trying to get Nanoha's milk, the sucking action soothed and lulled her to sleep. Nanoha softly ran her hand over Fate's cheek before removing her breast, the tissue engorged and wet from over-stimulation.
Now free, there was only one more thing to do. Take care of the cause of her misery.
Nanoha smiled evilly, the blood in her eyes making her look even scarier as she thumbed Raising Heart.
"Hayate" she croaked.
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In her office, Hayate sneezed.
Rein flew over to her checking her forehead for fear.
"No. You're not sick."
Hayate just smiled at her.
"Hmm. Someone must be thinking about me." She looked even happier. I wonder who it is? Maybe I could get them to dress up for me. Her eyes twinkled at the prospects.
"Hayate," Rein whined, breaking Hayate out of her fantasies.
"Hmm?"
A stack of paperwork landed on her desk, and she sighed. I hate paperwork!
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AN:
Explanation on Nanoha's meditation because the way it's written is confusing.
I'm trying to say that even though Nanoha really wants to touch and do things to Fate her love for her over powers those feelings, and in her meditation where she immerses herself in her love for Fate she ends up doing nothing to her.
