Team GEMINI
Nameless: The Physical Attraction
Book 1
When The Unstoppable Force Collides With The Immovable Object
Chapter 1
Vacancy
Takamachi Nanoha, age twenty-five, sat in front of her large flat screen LCD TV munching on some jalapeno and cheddar chips; a can of Sprite sat by idly with its contents half empty. She was watching a thriller called 'Cloverfield' and began to laugh hysterically when she saw one girl, whose name you can never remember, suddenly expand to an unbelievable size behind the opaque screen and eventually explode, splattering gore all over the place like a squashed bug on the windshield of a car driving on the freeway.
"Nyahaha~" Nanoha giggled happily, taking another chip and popping it in her mouth, biting into it as hard as she could just so she could hear the satisfying crunch the chips made. "Noob got owned, hoosha!"
Nanoha's apartment was a bit too large for just one person to live in and it felt kind of lonely, almost pitiful really. All this space for a small, single Japanese woman just didn't seem right. Nanoha knew this fact very well but there was nothing she could really do about it. Yes she was small, and yes this apartment had cost a fortune to rent, and yes she was indeed very lonely.
Taking another potato chip and putting it into her mouth, Nanoha chewed on it slowly and smirked at how stupid the people in the movie were. She had just gotten to the scene where the group foolishly ran up a massive building in search of their friend's ex-girlfriend, only to find her impaled to the floor with a rusty iron bar sticking through her. The bar looked like it punctured her left lung—surely the directors had thought about the placement of said rusty bar very carefully.
"Jeez, that pole looks like it hit her lung! Don't pull her out, don't pull her out!" she shouted angrily at the actors, throwing some of her precious Old Dutch chips at the large flat screen TV. "Why'd you pull her?" Nanoha groaned angrily, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand.
The movie continued on without another hitch, that is until Nanoha ran out of potato chips and soda to keep herself occupied with. Frowning, she shoved her empty can into the empty bag and crumpled it, tossing it into the garbage can while shouting, "Fate-chan, do we have any more chips?" She sat there quietly, staring at the empty music room—no response came to her call. It was at that moment that Nanoha realized how lonely she really was.
Soft lavender eyes scanned the empty living space slowly. A stray strand of copper red hair fell out of place and into Nanoha's line of vision. Sucking in some air and expelling it in a gentle stream, the lock of hair flailed about before falling back into place.
It had all happened about one week ago—Nanoha had gotten into a serious fight with her live-in girlfriend. It was a silly argument really, probably the most stupid and ridiculous argument in the history of all arguments amongst couples. It was all about her girlfriend's rabbit; Nanoha had found the blasted thing to be loud, annoying, and really weird to look at. But no, her girlfriend loved it to death, so she defended it and eventually one thing led to another and her girlfriend left the apartment with an angry huff and her rabbit in tow. This was the reason why Nanoha was now sitting in her massive living room, sprawled over the love seat, feeding off her girlfriend's left over junk food collection and old Halloween candy.
With the movie now completely ignored, Nanoha rolled onto her belly and stared at the music room that her girlfriend practically lived in. From the door way, Nanoha could see her girlfriend's favorite guitar held up carefully by the Hercules guitar stand GS412B. The guitar was a sleek black Fender Stratocaster with a three-color yellow pick guard fastened on. It had a strong and sturdy Alder body, a Maple wood neck, Rosewood fret board, three pick ups, one of which was a Humbucker bridge pick up. The name 'Nanoha' was beautifully etched onto the guitar right above the thickest string, written in English characters with a pink felt marker. There was even a little heart messily scribbled at the end of the name.
That guitar was the true treasure of the music room, only to be touched when Nanoha was getting serenaded or when it was played at a gig. There were many other guitars and instruments in the room, but that one special guitar was in the dead center of it all. Just like how Nanoha was to her girlfriend—the center of her heart like the Sun to the solar system. Nanoha truly was everything to that girl.
Sending a forlorn look at the beautiful guitar Nanoha sighed. She missed the sound that the guitar made when it was plugged into the two hundred watt amplifier that her girlfriend adored, but she missed the sight of her girlfriend playing it the most. Nanoha was tempted to go into the room and just stare at her girlfriend's second home just to feel as if the musician was nearby, watching her with the usual playful grin she always wore.
Deciding to do just that, Nanoha rolled off of the couch with an "Oof" as she fell to the ground. She quickly picked herself up and sauntered over to the music room, wiping her hands on the back of her skirt to wipe away any chip remnants. She grabbed hold of a chair and just sat there staring at all of the shiny instruments that her girlfriend painstakingly maintained. Nanoha noticed how neat the room really was: guitars hanging on one side of the room, the drum set on the side farthest away from the guitars, a keyboard to the right of the drum set and the amplifiers with varying wattage behind her.
Nanoha had forgotten how long she had sat in that lonely room when a knock at the door brought her back to reality. She ignored the knock, deciding that it was probably just some pesky neighbor or worse, people from the church. The ones who say 'God' doesn't approve of people of the same gender being together in an intimate relationship. But who asked 'God' to butt into her life? Takamachi Nanoha was proud to be who she is and who she's with, well more like who she was with.
However, the knocking persisted.
"Nanoha, come on. Let me in already. It's been a week already, forgive me. Please?". A sultry alto voice echoed, "Come on Baby, forgive me. I'm on my knees begging you."
Nanoha sighed and put the chair back to where it was before she had entered the room. Sighing again, Nanoha willed herself to head to the door and open it. She grasped the knob slowly and tightened her hold, steeling her self to face the person behind the mahogany door. She twisted the knob and blankly stared at the person who called out to her. A tall blonde haired woman a few years younger than her smiled bashfully, her right hand behind her head and a soft awkward laugh rumbling through her throat. Taking a small moment to recognize the visitor, Nanoha frowned.
The blonde haired woman wore a black denim jacket with the right sleeve torn off, exposing the stunning golden dragon tattoo on her skin. The tip of the dragon's tail was gently grazing her collarbone, its head in the palm of her hand with its massive mouth opened wide as if it were attempting to bite off someone's head. The other sleeve was rolled up to her elbow, exposing yet another tattoo that was much smaller than the first and on the girl's forearm; the tattoo was an abstract Celtic design. She wore a tight fitting white tank top that exposed her midriff, with the characters 'ブラックロックシューター' printed just above her breasts. The girl's abdomen was well toned, her abs only visible in the right light and angle. A steel studded belt held up the teenager's ripped baggy black pants that partially covered the girl's black and white Reebok running shoes. The blonde also had studded wrist bands strapped onto her dragon-tattooed arm, a chain wallet shoved in her left pocket and a silver clip-on earring at the helix of her left ear.
"Here to apologize, Fate-chan?" Nanoha smirked proudly, her neck craned up so she could stare at the blonde-haired young woman. The honorific stood firmly attached to the other girl's name; it was a habit that Nanoha could never get rid of, not that she ever wanted to get rid of it in the first place.
"I guess?" Fate muttered with an unsure shrug.
"I guess? Is that all you can say?" Nanoha said as she stared up at the teen with her foot tapping impatiently. "Typical teenagers," she muttered whilst rolling her eyes.
Fate felt her anger rising and brought her fingers up to the bridge of her nose and gingerly massaged the tense area. Gathering all the calm and serenity within her, she grumbled to herself in the hopes of satiating her rage. She tried to push through Nanoha's defensive stance, only to be stopped when the copper-haired woman moved in her way. "It was a stupid argument okay? Get over it." Fate growled as she tried to get passed her girlfriend again.
"But you did something I didn't approve of!"
"Well sor~ry!" Fate screamed out sarcastically, throwing her flailing arms up into the air before dropping them back to her sides. "I do pay for half the rent, so technically I own half of this apartment as well! You can't tell me to do everything you say. You aren't the boss of me."
"Yeah, but I'm an adult!"
"That makes you a pedophile!"
"Does not!"
"Does too!"
"Does not!"
"Does too!"
"Does not!"
"Does too! Now can it Grandma and let me through," Fate said angrily. "Honestly, I only came here to get my stuff if you didn't take me back. Plus my mom wants me to move back in with her. So please, can you kindly move? I need to get my stuff."
Nanoha was pushed aside easily, the shock of hearing her girlfriend's reason for coming back causing her to become deathly still. She slowly turned around and watched Fate's retreating back become smaller and smaller the farther away she got.
'No,' Nanoha thought. 'She can't go. She can't leave me, she just can't.'
Before she knew it she was already running towards her young girlfriend and wrapping her arms around the younger girl's body tightly, her head resting against the girl's shoulder. Nanoha trembled when Fate stamped her foot on the ground, balling her hands into fists.
"No," Nanoha pleaded breathlessly. "Don't go. I'm sorry."
Fate removed the arms Nanoha had around her and looked back at the copper haired woman. She had a look of disbelief in her eyes, causing Nanoha great pain when she stared back up at them.
"You got mad at me for having something you didn't like." Fate crossed her arms and stood up straight, bearing down upon Nanoha. "What if I complained about the crap you have that I don't like? Seriously, I'd never shut up."
"Well it was goddamned annoying!" Nanoha roared, throwing her arms down in protest. "You kept playing with it all night long, I couldn't get any sleep!"
Fate sighed and shook her head.
"You seemed to be having so much fun with it, I felt a little forgotten!"
Fate lost it then.
"It was a frigging rabbit, Nanoha! A timid little animal with a poof-ball tail..." Fate exclaimed with an exasperated sigh. "I only got it because it reminded me of you!"
"Oh..." Nanoha blushed shyly and looked away with a small smile. "You thought I was soft, cute and fluffy?"
"That and... it was horny. Really horny." A snide little giggle escaped Fate's lips when she saw the blush Nanoha had on her face.
"What?" Nanoha deadpanned, the blush increasing unbeknownst to its owner.
"Yeah, you heard me you perverted little bunny rabbit!" Fate chuckled and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, kissing her at the top of her head. "She jumped me the moment I reached out to pet her and you well... you just straight out jump me whenever you get the chance to."
"Well, I'm sorry. I'll stop that if you want me to."
"Nah, if you stopped neither of us would get laid now would we?"
Nanoha turned a fresh shade of deep crimson and punched Fate's shoulder lightly. "It isn't my fault you're so gosh darn attractive."
"Yeah, I can't blame you either. I am pretty sexy." Fate stared into Nanoha's violet blue eyes and leaned in to kiss her, only stopping when their lips nearly touched. "But you're pretty sexy yourself, you cougar." Fate sealed the gap between them and kissed her girlfriend with a fevered passion.
Nanoha broke the kiss and glared at the playful-looking Fate. "I'm not old enough to be a cougar!"
"Fine, you milf," Fate said quietly with a roll of her eyes.
Staring at the younger girl with her mouth slightly open, Nanoha said, "Just shut up and kiss me you juvenile teenager. I've missed you so much." Fate chuckled and gave Nanoha a quick kiss on the lips and pulled back. "Mou, I meant a real kiss!" Nanoha protested.
Fate stared into Nanoha's eyes, her burgundy orbs melting when Nanoha returned the gaze. She leaned in slowly, her lips barely touching Nanoha's. She felt a spark of excitement when Nanoha's warm breath caressed her skin. She slowly brought her left hand up to Nanoha's left cheek, brushing her guitar-calloused fingertips against the soft, porcelain skin. Nanoha closed her eyes and placed her right hand over Fate's left, her heart pounding vigorously within her chest. Fate was so close and yet so far away: Nanoha wanted nothing more than to feel her own body collide with Fate's, leaving no room between them.
"I love you, Nanoha..." Fate whispered. Every single syllable she lovingly spoke caused her lips to brush gently against Nanoha's.
"I love you too..."
The two lovers tiptoed around each other wearily, neither one of them knowing who would make the first move and seal the space between them in a sweet kiss. Nanoha murmured something unintelligible into Fate's right ear when she nuzzled her cheek against Fate's. A gentle gaze settled upon Nanoha and soon the lips that were softly brushing against her own moved away; their foreheads touched and Nanoha realized just how parched her throat had become.
"Fate-chan..." Nanoha murmured quietly. "Please?"
Unwrapping her arms from around Nanoha's shoulders, Fate carefully cupped Nanoha's face with both hands and leaned in, kissing the older woman as requested.
Moaning into the kiss, Nanoha buried her fingers into Fate's long blonde hair, enjoying the refreshing feeling of Fate's silky blonde hair. To Nanoha, Fate's hair felt cool like a rushing river surging towards the ocean; the blonde's hair flowed fluidly through her fingers like water. She missed these sensations greatly: the delightful feeling of sensuality when Fate's lips were upon her own, those calloused fingertips caressing her bare skin in butterfly light touches, as well as the intoxicating scent of Fate's body wash 'Irish Spring'.
"Mmm..." Nanoha moaned.
The two lovers broke apart and stared into each other's eyes breathlessly. Fate had a soft blush on her face and a warm smile. Nanoha's heart pounded loudly within her chest—she was so happy right now, but something at the back of her head kept nagging at her.
Then she remembered.
"You said you didn't want to be with me because of my controlling nature!" Nanoha exploded, slapping Fate on the cheek and scowling at the beautiful girl. "You even said you'd never ever come back to me!"
Fate flinched in fear and accepted the second painful slap Nanoha had given her. "Bitch, ow!" Fate winced in pain, placing her hand over her reddened cheek. "I only said that because I was angry at you! Nanoha, you tossed my goldfish out of the window!"
"Just the bowl. You took the fish out before I tossed it," Nanoha retorted with her nose in the air.
"But still, you went too far…" Fate shrunk back a little and sat on the bed. "You really hurt my feelings that day."
Nanoha looked at her surroundings and jumped back when she realized that they were in the bedroom and that her bra had been undone. "I'm sorry, but you hurt my feelings too okay?" Nanoha felt like a small child when she sat on Fate's lap and tucked her head into the crook of her lover's neck. "I was really upset when you said you'd be leaving for good. We argue, but I love you too much to want you to ever leave."
"Yeah, that was a little mean on my part. I'm sorry, Nanoha."
"And I'm sorry for slapping you," Nanoha kissed the red mark on Fate's cheek and looked at the burgundy-eyed girl's perfect features. "I hope it didn't hurt too much."
"Nah, you hit like a real girl," Fate replied, pushing Nanoha down onto the bed. When the copper-haired girl's back met with the cushy down-duvet, Fate positioned herself atop Nanoha, her long blonde hair cascading down her left shoulder and ticking Nanoha's nose in the process. "But that's okay 'cause you're my girl, and that's how it'll always stay."
"So we're cool? No moving out? No leaving for good?" Nanoha asked with a quirked eyebrow, her hand reaching out to touch Fate on the cheek.
"I'll only leave when you want me to, but even then I would be reluctant to do so."
"I'm sorry, Fate-chan."
"I'm sorry too."
"You can keep the rabbit if you want to..."
"Nah, I lost it on my way home when I left."
"Good job." Nanoha chuckled, her arms coiling around Fate tighter.
"Oh and by the way," Fate grinned. "I hate that sofa. It's tacky as hell."
"Love seat," Nanoha corrected. "And I think so too."