You Make Me Melt

By Team GEMINI

メルト

Nanoha's Point Of View

I'm Too Cute to Ignore Part 4 of 6

Fate held the umbrella tightly in her right hand, but I noticed that her hand was trembling, shaking the umbrella in the process. She was actually putting most of the umbrella on my side, causing her shoulder to get wet.

"L-Let's get going." Fate stuttered nervously.

Our foot steps were in synch, the calming sound of the splashing water, being beside Fate... made it hard to breath.

"It's really raining isn't?" Fate asked me nervously.

"Nopes, it's a clear sunny day. The birds are chirping, not a cloud in the sky, oh and we're just using this umbrella to shade us from the heat." I said trying to alleviate Fate's unease.

Looking up from under the umbrella, Fate hummed and chuckled, "Yeah, you're right."

I smiled at her for a brief moment before she turned to return my gaze. My heart had jumped with joy when I caught sight of her smouldering ruby red eyes staring only at me. This is a rather peculiar emotion I was drowning. I wanted her, no I needed her, but I can't have her. If I were a child I would throw a tantrum and beg, but sadly, I am an adult. An adult that's contemplating whether it would be a good or bad thing to steal her best friend's girlfriend.

I looked down at the ground, clutching Fate's jacket closer to my body, her scent filling me with a false sense of satisfaction. The jacket smelled of fresh roses and gentle lilacs... oh, that's the smell of Carim's perfume. I guess I'm not the only girl that has worn this jacket, not including Fate of course.

'I guess this means I'm jealous huh?' I thought grimly.

When Fate and I were at that expensive clothing store, Fate always looked at the clothes that would look amazing on Carim. The well endowed blonde that Fate called her lover really was everything I am not. Carim is tall, sophisticated, beautiful motherly, smart... okay she is everything I'm not.

'Understatement much?' I groaned internally, berating myself for thinking the obvious.

I'm not tall like Fate or Carim, people still mistake me for a high school student. People around us must think Fate's just helping out a lost teenager. Also I'm not very sophisticated. I can barely tell the difference between a salad fork and a regular fork! Beautiful? Aha! No. I'm cute at most; no one would ever think I'm beautiful. And on top of that, Fate's kids hate me and I'm sure Kiseki hates me the most. For an eight year old, she's freakily mature, but that's the last of my problems. My own daughter thinks of me as a friend and not a parent, sure she comes to me when she needs money, permission and other things that teenagers require to 'have a life', but she doesn't respect me the way she respects Carim or Fate. Me, the one who has raised her since she was a little baby! Vivio's grown to be so self reliant, mature, and sarcastic. I don't know what I did wrong.

As more and more differences between me and Carim became evident, I felt tears prick at my eyes. Fate would never have to look at anyone else as long as she has Carim by her side. As I neared the verge of tears, my chest began to suddenly hurt, and soon breathing was nearly impossible for me. It was taking everything I had not to break down and cry in front of Fate. So I whimpered and held onto the warm jacket Fate wrapped around me.

Internal thinking was what usually caused me fail at life. I think of something nice like bunnies and end up thinking about a giant pink octopus destroying the town. The two have nothing in common!

I looked up at Fate and sighed. The one I felt so unfathomably attracted to was so close yet so far away. Even if we were walking towards each other we would never meet. We truly are worlds apart. Japan's richest woman was walking around town sharing an umbrella with a personal fitness trainer.

Even though it hurt so much, my childish fantasy of sharing an umbrella with someone I liked made my heart beat rapidly. Fate was so close I could easily stretch my hand out and touch her.

Fate looked down at me and grinned. I want these feelings of mine to reach her somehow.

End of... part 4 of 6.

メルト

MELT

メルト　息がつまりそう
Melt, it's getting really hard to breathe

君に触れてる右手が　震える
You're shaking so much that your right hand trembles

高鳴る胸　はんぶんこの傘
My heart is throbbing as we share this umbrella

手を伸ばせば届く距離　どうしよう…！
My hand stretches out to reach the distance, oh what should I do...!

想いよ届け　君に
Are my feelings for you even reaching?