A/N: the words and/or sentences that were enclosed in '…' are thoughts and if it's a characters POV then that's like the little voice in your head you get that tells you the right thing to do. Example given: the cricket in Pinocchio. What's his name? Jeremy? Gemini? I forgot!

I think that in this chapter you're going to know one of my minor hobbies. I've made it as one of Fate's talents. If you can guess what it is, then just add it to your review :))

Oh, and please, please, don't go 'dissing' on Chrono. For me he's a so-so kind of guy. BUT some people do like him, you know? So give the guy some credit. Because love him or not, he is responsible for the many of the of the plot twists in this fic (mostly upcoming). Okay?

Syaoran Li Clow… Nanoha did not, I repeat, did not like (or love) Alicia back then (in this fic). For me, it wouldn't feel right. Because it would only mean that she likes Fate now as sort of a pseudo-Alicia version. Right? So big no-no… :3

Usual disclaimer applies.

Baby We're Invincible BY a rocket to the Moon

If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, please include them in your reviews. Thanks! Enjoy the chap!


Chapter 8: Nothing Happened


I'll touch your hand

And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve,

It's cliché, I know but baby it's the price we pay

To get the things we wanted

And get the things we left behind


Nanoha's POV

"Miss Nan-"

Then her phone rings.

"You better get that," I said. I bet she didn't realize it was her phone that was ringing. On the second ring, she eyed me wearily. I smiled at her and simply mouthed an 'It's okay'. She answered it after the third ring.

"Chrono?"

Chrono Harlaown? Why would he be calling her? I think my face scrunched up a little there. I hope she didn't see that. I try to listen to her all the while pretending that I'm engrossed in my driving. Yeah right; driving is like second instinct to me.

"Huh?... Chrono? Getting where? Are you okay?"

From my peripheral vision I noticed her looking at me, an unspoken question on her face.

"Me? Free this Saturday?"

'What?!' If I had snapped my head any faster, it would've been broken by now.

She held my gaze. We stayed like that.

It took all of my strength just to look away from her crimson orbs. I was supposed to be driving. Good thing the road here's empty.

Though I had gotten over my surprise, jealousy easily replaced it.

"Sure, I'll go with you," I heard her say. So they're going out this Saturday. That fueled my envy even more. "Chrono, what happened?"

He probably jumped for joy. I rolled my eyes. Simply immature.

"Yeah… I don't mind… I have to go, bye..." After she put down her phone, she stared out the windshield like love struck fool. A cute love struck fool. That irked me… not her but the fact that he could have that effect on her. The best I can do is make her blush and stutter.

I began grumbling something about hormone-crazed teenage boys and their idiocy.

"Huh?" Fate spoke.

Crap, did she hear me?

"Oh, nothing," I said calmly. Thankfully, she waved it off. Woo, I dodged that bullet.

After a few minutes, we had arrived at the driveway in front of her house. Without so much as a 'goodbye', she got out of my car and walked to her front door. An unnerving feeling gripped me. The insides of my stomach—whatever was in there— tossed and turned. Before I knew it, I drew the passenger window down and called out her name.

Fate turned around and leaned into my car. "Yes?" Her voice sounded like wind chimes; so soft, so fragile, so gentle. I leaned on the hand brake so our faces were only a breath apart and smiled at her. "Thank you," I lifted my hand to touch her cheek but hesitated just when I felt her soft, porcelain skin.

I withdrew my hand, regretting it not long after. "…for opening up to me today," I finished. She was so close. I could practically hear her heart beat erratically.

Hah! Take that Chrono.

I smiled even wider.

'I don't know what draws me to her.'

I'm not even sure how she draws me to her; she just does. It's like an invisible force pulling me.

I notice her gaze shifting from my eyes then to my lips, and back. I know what she's about to do. It's what I've wanted to do the moment she got into my car.

'No, you can't.'

'Why?'

'She's a minor! She's your student! But more than anything…'

'What?!'

'She's a girl.'

'So?'

'You shouldn't. You mustn't. You wouldn't.'

'And why wouldn't I?'

'Because you would only end up hurting her.'

'No.'

'Yes. Yes you would.'

And just like that, I snapped out of it… a wake up call.

'I should stop this.'

'Yes, you should.'

She opens her mouth but I quickly cut her off. "I'll see you tomorrow." I wait for her to lean out of the car before closing the window, stepping on the gas and driving away; away from that driveway, away from that house, away for her.

I shouldn't be doing this! She's my student for God's sake! Even if she is infatuated with me—maybe more, even… no Nanoha, stop it— I should know better than to lead her on. I do know better. Because if I didn't, I'd lose my job… my credibility as a teacher if anyone found out! And… and I'd be ruining her life. And I couldn't bear the thought of doing that; no, not to her… not to Alicia's sister. Not Fate.

Never.

I drove. I didn't know how long I'd been maintaining this speed. Five minutes, maybe? Ten?

I'm broken from my reverie as I heard a phone ringing by the passenger seat. A blue MotoCrazr? It's not mine. I picked it up, read the caller I.D.—it says 'MOM'—and flipped it open.

"Sorry but—"

"Fate, honey! It's me. I'm sorry but I can't make it to dinner tonight. There's been an accident and the hospital's flooding with patients. I'm headed to the E.R right now. I'm sorry baby. I'll be home tomorrow morning around six, okay? Bye, love you."

Click.

I slowed down. There aren't too many cars so I pull up at the side of the road. I look at wallpaper on the screen and laugh. I wonder how the three of them are so close. They bicker with each other every time I see them. I fidget with the phone for a few minutes before deciding to drive back to her house. I should return it. She probably doesn't know she's lost it.


Nanoha's POV

I parked my car and walked up the steps to her front door. Relax, all I've got to do is return the phone and then leave.

I rang the doorbell.

"Mom, you're ear…ly."

I smiled at her and handed her the blue phone. "Here."

"Th-thank you." Aw, she's stuttering again. She was simply too adorable for her own good… no!

Detached… that's the facade I'm aiming for. Okay, game.

"You really have to be more careful. By the way, your mom said she'd be coming home around six in the morning tomorrow." Oh yeah, start talking about her mom… very detached-ish Nanoha.

"I'm sorry, that was careless of me."

"It's fine. We all have our moments," I turned to walk away.

"Would you like to come in?"

Good Lord.

She had to tempt me.

I looked at her, my eyes slightly wide. I knew I shouldn't.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose," my voice betrayed. Okay, act like you've got somewhere else to be. Just make her think you don't want to come in and then go.

How hard is it for you to say no, walk back to your car and drive away, Nanoha?

She smiled at me. "Don't worry, you… you aren't."

With her smile? It was very hard. Should I go in? No, I better not. But I honestly wanted to. I found that I didn't have much of a choice as she had already walked away, leaving the front door open.

I went inside, closed the door and walked into the living room. I mentally debated with myself, discussing about the pros and cons of being here.

There are about two pros and—one, two, three, four…—over a dozen cons. Damn it! I should go… now. Yeah. I'll just tell her I have to be home early to uh… check papers. No, that one's too transparent! I'm a P.E. teacher. I don't give pop quizzes or essay papers! I kno,! I'll tell her that I have to be home early because I'm expecting someone.

"You can sit anywhere you want, even on top of the kitchen counter," she says before I can voice out my excuse.

She's giggling? I look around to see what it was she found so funny.

Me.

I was still standing in the middle of her living room, looking like an idiot. I sat on the sofa nearest to where I was standing.

So much for leaving.

"Would it be okay if—if I cooked dinner for two? Since you said my mom wouldn't be back until… um, early morning tomorrow," she said, before inhaling deeply. "I don't like eating alone."

We had coffee and a wonderful conversation a few hours ago. Then, I almost kissed her just twenty minutes prior this moment. Now, I was in her house, seated on a couch with her asking me to have dinner… with her. I could lose my job if I let my emotions slip.

But Suzuka always said it was impolite to turn down an offer. Bah! Whatever… I just have to control myself, that's all.

I walked over to the side of the kitchen counter and leaned on it. We're but a few inches apart. I've been trying to prevent from doing things like this but there's something that keeps me from staying away. Our eyes met and then I understood.

'I don't know what draws me to her.'

I had found my answer.

It was everything about her that drew me in; her blonde hair that stuck out in a crowd like a sore thumb, her fit body that was a wonder in itself, her face that showed every shed of emotion she felt, her smile that could easily have rivaled the sun. But most of all, it was her deep, dark burgundy orbs, that when gazing into mine, allowed me to see her. No tricks, no masks, no games… just her.

"I'll help you." That was all I was able to say, amidst the torrent of thoughts that were running through my head. She pulled away and sighed… in relief? I probably made her feel uncomfortable.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Eh?" she exclaimed.

Oh… double meaning. "What do you want me to help you with?" I reiterated.

Her expression softened. "Oh, that. Cut the vegetables and meat and boil the egg noodles, I guess."

"Alright." I took off the red-beaded necklace and my earrings and put them on the table near the kitchen counter.

"Wait there. Let me get you a pair slippers and an apron." She walked to a cabinet and took out an apron and then to the cabinet under the stairs to get the slippers.

I smiled gratefully as she handed me the apron and the slippers—these heels were killing me. I unraveled the folded apron and tied it to my waist. After about fifteen minutes I had sliced the dried mushrooms, minced the garlic cloves, sliced the beef, cut the onions, julienned the peppers, cooked and drained the noodles. Fate made a mixture of what I can tell is soup stalk, cornstarch, soy sauce and… sesame oil?

She heated up the vegetable oil in a large skillet.

"Do you mind if I play some music?" she asked, still attending to her skillet.

"This is your house. So no, I don't mind."

She reached over the side drawer and pulls out a remote.

Where did that come from? A remote in a kitchen?

She pressed a button and I immediately heard music coming from the living room. At first it was a continuous vocal beat boxing until a woman's voice came into play.

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off o' you

You feel like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off o' you

I looked at her and raised my eyebrow. Interesting choice of music.

"It's 'Can't Take My Eyes Off of You' by The Fugees. It's a revival. The beats really catchy and I like listening to it while I cook," she answered before I get the chance to ask her. She grabbed a wooden spoon and started frying the garlic. I noticed her hips swaying a bit as her foot tapped against the tiled floor.

Darling the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

The side of you makes leaves weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off o' you

I laughed at how the lyrics of the song fit amazingly to the way I was feeling right now.

"Could you pass me the beef?"

She sounded so commanding. She must really be in her element.

I grabbed the chopping board from the kitchen counter—where the beef is placed—and handed it to her. She dropped the meat in the skillet and added the vegetables and spices. The smell of the food fanned around the entire kitchen.

If I wasn't so turned on by her 'dancing', my mouth would have been watering because of the food.

I knew the next part of the song so I sing along. I keep my voice low though. I wasn't really known for my vocal talent.

I need you baby,

And if it's quite all right, I need you baby

To warm the lonely nights

I love you baby

Trust in me when I say "okay"

(It's okay)

Oh pretty baby

Don't let me down I pray

Oh pretty baby

Now that I've found you, stay

And let me love you

Oh baby let me love you, oh baby

Fate began to stir the thick, brown mixture before pouring it in the skillet. I was overwhelmed by the smell of the sesame oil blending with the aroma of the spices. The mixture in the pan started boiling when she mixed it with the wooden spoon.

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off o' you

You feel like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off o' you

I need you baby,

And if it's quite all right I need you baby

To warm the lonely nights

I love you baby

Trust in me when I say "it's okay"

Oh pretty baby

Don't let me down I pray

Oh pretty baby

Now that I've found you, stay

And let me love you

Oh baby let me love you, oh baby

"Could you please put the egg noodles on the glass platter?"

I looked at her questioning.

She turned to me and replied, "It's inside the cupboard to my right."

I walked over to her and stopped and inch away from her still-swaying hips. I barely repressed to sudden urge to press my nose against her blonde hair. Even with the aroma of the food she was cooking, I could still smell traces of her lavender shampoo. I reached up to the cupboard and opened it, making sure I brushed my arm against her shoulder. I heard her gulp audibly and I smirked before pulling out the heavy glass platter. I brought it to the dining table.

Did I mention that I'd already prepared the table?

I took the drained egg noodles and poured it evenly into the platter.

"Excuse me!" she said behind me and I gave way. She poured the mixture from the skillet to the top of the pasta. She did this with little effort and I was starting to think she really is a pro at this.

I need you baby,

And if it's quite all right I love you baby

You warm the lonely nights

I need you baby

Trust in me when I say "it's okay"

Oh, Oh pretty baby

Don't let me down I pray

Oh pretty baby

Now that I've found you stay

And let me love you…

Another song started to play she went back to the kitchen and pressed the button on the remote, stopping the music. She walked back to the table and motioned for me to sit. She took the seat across from me.

"Bon appetite!"

I just waited for her to start. I'd feel guilty if I had deformed such a wonderful dish.

"What's the matter? Not hungry?"

I laughed timidly. "You dig in first. I'm not really sure how to go about eating this. What is this called anyway?"

"It's beef with peppers on egg noodles. You eat it just like you would spaghetti," she beamed.

Lunch time the next day…


Narrator's POV

The upper level of the cafeteria was bustling with seniors. But unlike the first floor it wasn't as crowded. Each table contained a certain group of students. One of the tables in the center, a blonde boy sat across a blue-haired boy. The blonde was wearing his usual t-shirt and khaki ensemble. The blue-haired boy on the other hand was dressed to impress; a black, short-sleeve fitted shirt with random graffiti prints and a pair of low-cut pants, finished off with white Marc Echo shoes. (I don't own the brand ;D)

"So what are you planning to do on Saturday?" Yuuno asked.

"I don't know," Chrono replied while sticking his fork into his food repeatedly.

Yuuno began looking amused. "The great Chrono Harlaown doesn't have a plan?"

"So what if I don't?"

Yuuno just laughed. "You're going to wing it?"

"…"

"Oh this is priceless. You're going out with Fate Testarossa on Saturday and you're going to wing it. Wait 'til Zafira hears this."

"Wait until I hear what?" a gruff voice said from behind Yuuno.

"Chrono finally has a date with Testarossa but doesn't have a plan."

Zafira took the seat beside Yuuno. "What date is it today Yuuno?"

"October six?" Yuuno answered incredulously. "Why?"

Zafira waved at the blonde boy. "Nothing," he said, looking at Chrono who wasn't the least bit amused. "I was just counting the days until winter. I do love the snow, don't you Yuuno?"

Chrono looked at Zafira as if he was about to chop his head off.

"Snow's okay, I guess." Yuuno looked from Chrono and then to Zafira. Both boys were giving each other different looks as if they were having a conversation with just their faces; a conversation which Yuuno was not a part of. "Why'd you ask, Zafira?"

Zafira shrugged. "So, you're telling me Chrono here has a date but has nothing planned?"

It took a while for the blonde boy to reply. "Yeah."

"I think you shouldn't worry though."

"And why is that?" Chrono asked, sarcasm in his voice.

"It's Fate Testarossa you're going on a date with. With your determination," Zafira stood up and walked to Chrono's side of the table. "You'll figure something out," he finished and playfully patted Chrono's head. "You always do," Zafira said before walking away to the cafeteria stairs.

Chrono took out his phone and began dialing.

"Who are you calling?"

"Marco."

Yuuno smiled impishly. "So now you have a plan."

"Yeah, no holds barred. Hey Marco? It's Chrono. I was wondering if you could do me a solid this Saturday. Yeah… It's every Saturday right?"


3-B P.E Class

Narrator's POV

"I'll go get her!" Fate offered.

"You sure you don't want any company?" Signum asked teasingly.

Fate narrowed her eyes at the pink-haired girl. "And what does that mean?"

"Nothing. You better get going. I have to find Shamal anyway," Signum turned and walked away.

Fate looked at Signum's retreating back. Does she know? If she did… how? Fate shook her head. 'No, she couldn't have. But there was that time in the clinic… No. Nothing happened,' Fate thought as she headed for Miss Nanoha's office. Nanoha hadn't shown up in time for class today and Fate suggested that she would go to her office. As she neared Nanoha's office door, she began hearing voices.

"Please, Miss Nanoha!" a soft voice pleaded. "Just this once please."

"Hayate, you know that is prohibited," Nanoha's voice replied sternly.

'Hayate Yagami? Vita's cousin?'

"I am your teacher. Isn't there someone else you'd prefer to be with?"

Silence.

"No! There's only you. Please Miss Nanoha. I want no one else."

"But why me? We're of the same gender. Wouldn't you want someone who's male?"

"Is this what I think it is?" Fate asked herself. Someone who's male? Prefer to be with? Something prohibited?

Fate's heart pounded in her chest. She had an idea of what Hayate was asking Nanoha. But why hadn't Nanoha turned her down yet? They don't even have a relationship like that. Nanoha isn't even like that. Is she? Fate's hand went up to her chest as orbs of sweat began forming on her forehead.

"Can't we just give it a try? Please!"

"Why me?"

A pause.

"Well… because you're nice and kind… and you're not like other teachers."

"So you're still aware of the fact that I am your teacher. Hayate I'm sorry but—"

There was a sound of a chair screeching against the floor.

"Please! Just once… that's all I ask. How about this Saturday? Please. If it doesn't work out then…"

"Alright."

Fate's grip on her chest tightened. She agreed? Is she like this to all students who show the slightest hint of attraction to her?

'No. She isn't like that.'

But why did she say yes? Fate's knees buckled and she slowly slid to the floor, her head held down. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes but she fought them back. She couldn't cry. She hadn't lost Nanoha. She didn't have the right to cry because Nanoha wasn't hers to begin with. Nanoha simply treated her like a normal student. So why did it hurt so much?

Nothing happened between them. And nothing will. But she just kept hoping… hoping that maybe…

"Fate?"

The blonde looked up and then her eyes locked with the most mesmerizing blue orbs. But then the image of Hayate's face popped into her mind causing her to look away.

"Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" Nanoha said in the sweetest, most concerned voice she could muster. When Fate didn't answer she let out a sigh. "Let me help you up." The blonde did not protest. After Fate was upright, Nanoha dusted off her P.E uniform. "Why are you here?"

"You didn't come to class," Fate whispered.

"Oh. I was having a… meeting with a student."

Fate noticed her pause before saying the word 'meeting'. She laughed. It was out of pain more than anything else.

"Come on. Let's go to the gym," Nanoha said. Apparently, she didn't hear Fate's laugh.


Narrator's POV

Shamal's back was pressed against the lockers in the hall adjoining the second gym entrance and the East building. She was trying her best to keep a safe distance against Morgan Wright but the behemoth of a boy didn't seem to stop his advance. Shamal put both her hands against her chest, her knees already trembling. She tried to scream, she really did but her voice failed her. He kept staring at her, his head no doubt filled with perverted thoughts.

Morgan leaned one of his calloused hands on the locker near the side of Shamal's face. He licked his lips slowly before saying, "I like you. Please go out with me."

Shamal looked at him nervously before replying. "I'm sorry. I have someone else I like." That was what she always said to people who confessed to her.

Morgan's hands went to Shamal's shoulders and gripped them tightly. "Aren't you tired of giving that same excuse? You and I both know you're not into anyone. So come on… go out with me."

It wasn't an excuse. It was the short and simple truth; there was someone else. Period.

Pain shot through Shamal's shoulders. He was holding her too forcefully. She looked away and said, "I c-can't." the pain caused her to stutter.

If she was worried when he called her to the gym entrance, she was more than terrified now.

He began stroking her hair.

'Sicchan,' she repeated the name in her head like a desperate prayer.

He leaned in closer and practically forced her to look at him, his lips curving to a wide smile that almost cut his face in two. "Come on. I'm better than anyone in this—"

Morgan Wright's face became acquainted with the Signum's volleyball. It was from a spike… an intentional spike, and a very strong one at that. And just like that, the boy, who was a head taller than Shamal, fell hard on his side. He tentatively touched the side of his face and winced at the contact. He looked up to see the idiot who hit him. But what he saw wasn't the least bit intimidating. It was much worse.

"She said no you dimwit. She was very polite in turning you down so I don't think there's any need for you to force yourself on her." the pink-haired girl said, her blue eyes blazing.

It was as if a dark aura was enveloping Signum. Morgan was scared out of his wits.

"A word of warning my friend… If you do something like that to Shamal or any other girl for that matter, I will personally make sure you don't get to see the light of day ever again. Do we have an understanding?"

He just nodded.

"Ball?" Signum gestured for him to pick up the volleyball that was next to his left hand. He picked it up at gave it to her. She gently took it from him, cautious so as not to brush her hand against his. She strode to Shamal who was still standing with her back against the locker. Signum looked at the blonde and her expression immediately softened. "Shamal are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go." Signum offered her hand to the girl, her other hand still holding the ball.

"Eh?" Shamal gave Morgan an apologetic look before taking Signum's hand.

That didn't go unnoticed by the pink-haired girl. 'Even after what he did…' she mussed. 'She really is too kind for her own good.'

Narrator's POV

It was dismissal time in Colet Academy and all the students flooded into the halls, all exclaiming "Thank God today's Friday" or phrases with more-or-less the same context. Shamal, Signum and Fate were no different, but compared to the shorter girls, Signum was more discrete with her sentiments. The three girls were walking along the halls headed for the school gate.

"Thank God today's Friday!" Shamal almost screamed. She was in the middle of Fate and Signum.

Neither of them said anything.

"Aw, you guys are so boring. What's wrong Sicchan?"

Signum frowned as if saying 'you know why'.

"You're still not over the whole Morgan thing? I told you, stop worrying. I'm fine. Nothing happened to me. See?" To prove her point she twirled around both of her friends with just as much grace as a ballerina. That earned her a few weird looks from the girls that were walking near them and some perverted looks from guys.

Always the vigilant one, Signum gave each of them a death glare. The boys just looked away, all the while whistling.

Signum gave Shamal a knowing look. "That's why I worry."

Shamal shrugged. "What about you, Fate-chan? You've been sulking ever since you got back from Miss Nanoha's office. Did something happen?" she nudged the other blonde girl's shoulder.

Fate shook her head as if she was snapped out of a trance. "Nothing happened. I just got a—" Fate stopped. Not just with her talking but she stopped walking as well.

"Fate?" Signum put her hand over Fate's shoulder. "What are you look—"

Shamal followed Fate's gaze before calling out, "Hi Hayate!" She waved at the brunette, who was talking to Nanoha at the time.

Hayate smiled at the three girls and waved back. Nanoha glanced at the side of Hayate's shoulder to see who she was waving at. Then she saw the familiar bob of blonde hair.

As their eyes met, Fate felt a stinging pain in her chest, similar to the pain she felt when she slid to the floor outside of Nanoha's office. Maybe there was something between both of them. Did Nanoha use her for amusement's sake? A way of entertaining herself while she waited for Hayate? She tore her gaze from those blue orbs that once mesmerized her.

Not anymore. Now, they only served as pinpricks.

Her legs moved forward without her accord. First she was just walking, then her strides got longer and by the time the main gate was visible, she was already running. But instead of running out the school gates, hers legs led her somewhere else. Rather, it led her to someone else who stood near the gates.

She wrapped her arms around the built physique and let her tears flow, soaking the black shirt. She didn't scream or wail. She was too tired to do that. Strong arms wound around the small of her back, keeping her from falling to the ground. They were warm. Being enclosed in those arms made her feel safe, wanted… loved. She didn't care if all the students and faculty were looking. They could stare to their hearts' content and she could care less. She just wanted to stay like that.

"Fate, what happened?"

"Nothing… happened. Just let… let me… stay like this… for a little while longer… okay?" her voice was almost desperate.

The only answer she got was a hand gently rubbing her back.

"Fate, why'd you run?" Signum asked, finally catching up to Fate.

Fate didn't answer.

Signum bent her head back as she tried to even her breathing. After the pink-haired girl was able to catch her breath, Shamal and Hayate were already at her side. None of them dared to speak for fear that Fate might cry even harder.

"Chrono, you better take her home. She's no use like this." It was a statement, not a suggestion.

The blue-haired boy who was hugging Fate nodded.

"I'll call her mom."

A pair of blue eyes was fixed on them all the way from the main entrance hall of the school; blue eyes that were both sad and confused. One minute they were staring intently at each other and then the next, Fate was running away, crying, toward his arms. Though she felt her blood boil, a single thought cancelled out all the others.

She made Fate cry.

Fate, whose burgundy eyes never went well with tears;

Fate, whose smile could brighten up a room;

Fate, whose heart was susceptible to pain;

…was now crying within an inch of her life.

And it was all because of her. What did she do?

Absolutely nothing.

So it couldn't be her fault, right? It was just pure coincidence that Fate cried right after looking away from her, right? She must be mad at Hayate or something. Not her, never her. She wouldn't do anything to hurt the person she…

She didn't do anything wrong… did she?

Did she?


Morgan Wright: see Chapter 4 if you forgot about him… :))

How many times did you see the phrase "Nothing Happened"?

And that's the end of Chapter 8! I know, I know! Don't flood me with hate-reviews because it's Hayate's fault, not mine! Well mostly it's Nanoha's fault for saying yes… but either way IT'S. NOT. MY. FAULT! I was planning to make this a chapter full of fluff (the first IS fluff, see?) but something happened and before I knew it, I was finished. And this was the result.

For those who are going to review, I only ask one thing from you… Please don't kill me. Because fics get better with plot twists right?... Right? HAHA

jace-san :3