Kuro and Shiro: We welcome all to chapter seven! We would also like to give thanks to those that have read, followed, commented, and favorited! We also would like to apologize if there's any mistakes within our writing!
Shiro: No problem, and a huge thanks for the comment of telling us that we're great writers, Kura-Chan!
Kuro: Shiro also hopes to write more stories-
Shiro: With Kuro-Kun!
Kuro: *Deadpans* You're too luminous.
Shiro: *Pouts* Uuu… You're too unilluminated!
Kuro: It's what I am.
Shiro: *Smiles* Seihantai dōshi wa hikiau!
Kuro: Anata ga nani o itte iru shitte imasu ka?
Shiro: Hai! *Heart symbol*
-:-Chapter Seven-:-
The Secret of the Promise
After having quite an awkward meal in which they had made it through.
They all were seated at the table.
Momoko Takamachi glanced, taking a good look at the invited guest, Fate Harlaown. Her thoughts were unreadable as a smile was being shown.
Miyuki Takamachi and Kyouya Takamachi simply looked at the new face at the table. They were the second last to be informed about Fate's arrival.
Shiro Takamachi observed the red eyed teenager. He was informed the last minute when he had heard the news of their guest. Being the protective father of the Takamachi family, his guard was rather high like always.
Nanoha Takamachi was a tad bit worried as she watched her friend being looked by her mother and by her older siblings. Most of all and especially, she was highly worried for her friend that was being stared down by her over protective father.
The blonde felt a many pairs of eyes upon her, making the feeling of being cornered. Glancing up, she could sense all their gazes falling somewhere else.
Was she that interesting to stare at?
She did not know; although, there was nothing much special about her.
"May I be excused to the restroom?" She then questions the family.
Most of them reacted like as if it was the first time that she had spoken.
"Oh, you don't need to be so well-mannered, Fate; although, you may be excused," Nanoha's mother sweetly answers, "but since you're new to this house, let Nanoha show you the way."
"Uh… Hai…" The hazel haired girl slowly rose out of her chair. "Um, follow me, Fate-Chan."
Earning a nod, she proceeds on with the fair haired teen.
While patiently waiting, the turquoise eyed teenager seemed to have a struggle as it was showing upon her face. Not knowing whether to tell the blonde about her dream or not. She didn't want to frighten her friend; although, she never saw fear, or any emotions come across her feature. It was always the same old blank looking face.
Was there ever a time where she had smiled, or even laughed?
Nanoha didn't know, and she wished that she could see it happen. Sadly, she couldn't have her hopes so high.
The door opened, revealing the same expressionless girl.
"You didn't have to wait for me." The blonde deadpans as she closes the door behind herself.
"I know," Maybe there will be a day like that, although it'll take a while, "but I wanted to."
Something clicked before the fair haired teenager responded.
"Shall we get back to the others?"
"…U-un," Nanoha's brows curved inwards with worry as she hesitates to answer.
She thought she just saw something appear within those wine colored orbs…
Though, it wasn't there anymore.
Maybe she was just imaging things…
Maybe she wasn't…
As they have made it back, the two teenagers sat back down in their seats. The both of them noticed that one chair was empty.
"Where's mom?" The copper haired daughter questions her father.
"She's on her second phone call with Harlaown-San's mother." He says.
Nanoha nods and then turns towards Fate, who has glanced her way.
Sapphire met crimson.
Nanoha gave a smile to the other girl that sat the opposite from where she was sitting.
The color scarlet flashed away as it reappeared behind from a pair of eyelids. A questioning gaze was given back with a slight tilted head.
A little of blush was shown as the dense girl was trying to understand.
The other female at the table quietly face palmed herself in realization.
Oh dear, we must have gotten an empty-headed here… Miyuki thought to herself.
It was then that the last family member had entered the room with a bright smile.
"Fate," The woman started, "Lindy and I have made some arrangements."
The said girl blinks.
Fate began to wonder what maniacal plan did Lindy and Mrs. Takamachi had in store for her. Strangely, she's currently having a sleepover at the Takamachi's household. As in character, she found this quite puzzling and unfamiliar.
She wasn't quite astounded with this idea.
Though, it wasn't just her as Mr. Takamachi was on the same boat.
"Fate-Chan," The named girl wasn't sure if she was seeing right or not as she could literally see the other girl's eyes shine. She was practically like a youngling that was excited of keeping a puppy that was found on the streets or something. "Come on, you can sleep with me in my room!" Being tugged and pulled by a teenager that was shorter by a few inches or so. The girl got quite strong strength.
A pair of eyes quickly glanced everywhere at its new surroundings.
White and pink were everywhere along with stuff toys, or in some cases, plushies.
"Nyahaha…" It was a laugh of embarrassment. "Sorry if this room seems to be childish."
"No, it is fine." The blonde conformed. "Your room is quite the opposite as mine."
"Hmm…" She softly hummed, "What do you mean?"
"The room I sleep in is colored and coated black," Eyes of the color blood red were gazed upon the toys of animals, "and there are no toys."
"Oh." Nanoha tried to imagine of how could a girl sleep and wake up in a pitch black room all the time; although, came up with nothing.
"Shall we get ready for the slumbering time?"
A nod was given in reply.
After getting everything ready and being prepared for the night. They soon founded themselves lying on the comfy bed, facing each other.
Nanoha decided to confess her dream, or nightmare, to her friend.
"…Fate-Chan…?" Whispered a sleepily Nanoha.
"What is it, Nanoha?" The called teen softly replied.
"…I had…a dream…" She quietly yawns.
"What did this dream contain?" Fate questions the tired girl.
"…You…" She says. "…And there was…another person…a woman with long lavender hair…"
The golden haired girl listened as the other teenager continues on with her trance.
"…I couldn't move…" She starts. "…Everywhere and everything was dark… Then there was a younger version of you… That woman…that you called Precia Testarossa…held a strange looking weapon… It looked like a gun…"
"What did this woman do with the unknown weapon?"
"…I was scared…" Tears began to sprout up at the corners of her eyes. "…Because she shot Fate-Chan…in the forehead…and then Fate-Chan was dead…"
The listener was silent.
An unsteady arm moves from underneath the blanket to wipe away the tears.
"…Do not fear…" Nanoha was too sleepy to notice a slight change within the voice as warmth was wrapped around her.
"…I am still alive…" The hand moves to softly pat and smooth the slowly drifting girl's head.
"…Go to sleep," Wine colored eyes were lightly being tinted with amber as she soon added, "and sweet dreams…"
Already to be in the zone of being unconscious, Nanoha wrapped her arms around the taller figure, nuzzling for some comfort.
"…You too, Fate-Chan…"
"...Hn..."
It was then that the both of them had fallen asleep.
It was late that night.
The parents of the Takamachi family were having a little meeting as the rest were peacefully asleep.
"Are you sure about this, Momoko?" The husband questions in uncertainty.
"I'm sure." The named wife assures.
"What if-"
"I have faith in the girl." Momoko declares.
"I'm serious." Worry was tagged within the man's feature.
"So am I." The woman was calm.
"Then why leave our daughter with that-"
"Takamachi Shiro." The tone was straight. "Please, please, please, I beg of you not to say that nor even dare to finish that sentence."
"Dear…" His voice went soft. "One day, she'll remember who she really is, and I worry that one day, will be today." There was a swallowing pause before the continuation. "I mean it. We just can't keep this little act going. Her programming is repairing itself from the damage, and she's bound to regain her memories. Takamachi Momoko, my wife and my lover. This is her fate-and I know that bastard is waiting for that moment to come."
"I can't allow that." Her tone was a whisper. "We made a promised, and we'll keep to that promise."
Shiro heavily sighed; although, dedicated of loving his wife, he gave in.
"If you say so, my love," He confesses, "then so will I."
A lovely smile was given to the man for accepting.
"Thank you, my love."
A white colored door had slowly opened.
Behind the door revealed a green haired woman as she quietly walks into the room, softly closing the door behind herself.
Step by step, she made it to the lying figure and took a seat next to the bed.
Worry was shown upon the mother as her gaze was on the sleeping woman.
"Precia..." Her voice slightly cracked. "Please, wake up soon. I fear that her time is running out."
Gently smoothing out the long lavender hair for quite a while. She leaned in, gave a small peck on the cheek, and quickly leaned back.
It was then that she decided that it was time for her to go.
The time was impatiently ticking.
"I'll be back." She tenderly whispers to the other woman's ear before taking her leave.
The same door was then, closed once again.
Right after the visitor had left the room. A pair of eyelids had flickered open, revealing violet colored eyes.
The patient turns her head slowly at the door, she quietly and weakly calls out, "...Lindy...?"
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