Prison Love
By illgiveyouparadise
I'm not sure whether you're reading this or not, since I understand that sometimes we just want to go straight to the story, but there's a few misunderstanding and info that I want to clear up just a bit/inform you guys.
1. Fate is STILL a girl. No matter what you read, keep that in mind. Everything will be explained in later chapters. ^^
2. There's going to be elements of slight fantasy and magic involved.
3. Disclaimer: Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha does not belong to me! (just wanted to fit this in...)
Anyway, below are some responses to your awesome reviews! Thanks for the enthusiastic response guys! I seriously didn't expect that, since this idea is kinda... not so common for MGLN. So seeing as some of you really like it, I even worked on it during my trip!
Guests: Thanks a lot for your comment! It's very encouraging!
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williams 1: I'm glad that you find it interesting. As for the matter on chapters, I'm not really sure, but I'm hoping to finish the story, so I guess it depends on the pace of my story...
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Enjoy reading and I hope you're not disappointed with it!
I'm taking a slower pace for this chapter, so tell me if you want it to be faster, or this pace is totally fine with you!
Chapter 2
There were only a few times in Nanoha's life that rendered her speechless, and one of those rare moments happened to be right now.
She had never seen eyes filled with such a hollow well of melancholy, the colour red burning intensely into her memories.
The blonde blinked and adverted his eyes to the ground and on queue, his messy hair covered them, hiding his face from her.
'No,' he muttered, his voice blending into the environment, and Nanoha would have missed it if she had not strained her ears to hear it.
'Then shall we be partners?' she prompted.
The guy nodded and shuffled towards the line. She followed him wordlessly, glancing at his slightly hunched back.
Great, she thought, she got a silent, unsociable and lanky guy for a roomate, one who probably needs help during training and gets yelled at for being slow too.
She sighed. On the brighter side, at least he won't go snooping around her stuff and acidentally find out her secret, the fact that she's a girl, because he seemed to be the type who keeps to himself.
Fillling in the empty spot beside the blondie, the speakers blared again.
'Alright folks! I think you all know what you got yourself into!' the person in charge smirked. 'Well, it ain't my fault that you were born to be the eldest!'
Dislike for the speaking man was immediate for Nanoha. Can he just get to the point?
'Anyway, your commander's feeling gracious today, so he let you lucky bastards get the day off.'
Obvious sighs of relief were heard, and she too, joined in the chorus.
'But don't think you have nothing to do, folks. We will have a physical checkup on each and everyone of you before you familiarize yourself with the place,' the man continued.
What? She choked in her mind. Physical checkup?
Nanoha felt beads of sweat run over her eyebrows. Oh curse the sky, this was one unlucky day for her. Not only did she caught the green-haired man, the person-in-charge's attention; now she was facing the probability of exposing her secret just because of some minor physical checkup.
She was starting to regret her foolish decision of disguising as her brother. She should have taken her family's advice and stayed home. She should have succumbed to their requests for her to not follow her crazy plan.
Now, she was feeling somewhat faint. She felt like a heart-attack would be welcomed most sincerely with open arms. She felt like transforming into a bird and soar away- from this place and from reality.
'Tomorrow,' the man began, 'roll call is at five in the morning. You are to assemble in the canteen in your training clothes on time. No tardiness is allowed here. If you're late, then you'll be doing the extra hard training course by yourself. If you fall, drown, slip and die, then that's it for you!' he grinned sickly.
Nanoha forced herself to listen.
'Lunch is at twelve and dinner is at six. Lights out at ten, and you'll be sharing the bathroom with your roomate. Is that clear?'
A hand shot up firmly a few rows in front of her.
'Question, sir. Who is our trainer?' a guy with blue hair asked in a confident voice.
The person in charge widened his smile. 'Why, me of course. Who else is capable of putting newbies in their rightful places? Jail's the name, but you fledglings can only call me sir. Anymore questions?'
People shook their heads.
'Okay, folks. We'll have a short roll call right now, come foward in pairs. After I decide that you can pass, then go into the building and find your own rooms. There ain't no mommy to babysit you there in this place! And after you settle down, we'll meet at the clinic again for the checkup. Do I make myself clear?'
'Yes, sir!' they yelled, and Nanoha noticed that the blonde beside her kept silent throughout the whole ordeal.
When it was finally their turn to go forward, Jail squinted his beady eyes at her.
'Pretty boy, we meet again. What's your name?'
'It's Kyoya, sir,' she replied.
He ticked a square beside her brother's name on the paper board and turned to her roomate. 'You?'
Truthfully, Nanoha had expected a weak response. At least a wavering voice or shaking body, but to her surprise, the blondie's reply came out relatively strong.
'Fate, sir.'
His voice was deep and rough, but had a certain richness in it. Nonetheless, Nanoha found it really alluring, unlike his previous mousey muttering.
'Hm. . . that's one good voice you have there,' Jail paused and scrutinized her roomate. 'Tidy up your hair before the next time we meet, or it will be one night outside your room for you. Got it?'
'Yes, sir.' Fate said.
'Good. Your room number is 39. Now get out of my sight,' Jail said, and she walked inside the building gladly, her roomate following closely behind.
She had no time to get angry for their instructor's rudeness. She had other things to worry about, mainly the physical checkup. How was she going to find a way out for this one?
Her head suddenly felt heavier than usual.
A hand gripped her arm from behind, and instinctively, she jerked away.
'W-what?' she stuttered.
'Our room's the other way,' Fate said quietly.
'Oh,' Nanoha stated, feeling embarrassed for being so absorbed in her thoughts that she forgot to read the signs to go to their room.
She stalked stiffly at the opposite direction, and when they finally reached their room, two bunk beds, with one on the top of the other, and a simple wooden chair and table came into view.
'I-I'll have the top one, that is, if you don't mind,' she suggested, and her roomate slipped past her to sit at the lower bunk.
Grabbing her bag of neccessities that was brought into their room before they arrived, she went into the bathroom.
'I'll take a shower first!' she shouted before locking the door, giving extra attention to see that the lock was secured.
Changing out of her baggy clothes and unravelling her bindings, she stepped into the shower and sighed contently.
She was sure that she smelt like garbage dump with all the perspiration under the blazing sun and stuffy bus. She was a girl after all, and being only nineteen years old (although now as Kyoya, she was supposed to be 24), she still cared a lot about appearances.
The hot water trickled down her slightly tanned body, and she rubbed herself until she was satisfied and assured that she was ultra clean.
Closing the water tap, she took her towel off the hook and dried herself. Now, the hard part came.
Holding the white wide straps, she started to circle them around her chest as tightly as possible.
She figured that as long as she binded them flat enough, and that she had an available excuse to not take off her shirt, then everything would be fine. At least she hoped so, but there was just one tiny problem: what excuse?
Finishing tying the last circle, she turned and looked into the mirror.
Thank the sky that her chest wasn't that big, or else there would be a lot more problems for her to fret over.
Putting on her shirt and long trousers, she unlocked the door and did a doubletake when her eyes settled on a figure.
Who is that guy? her mind screamed.
On the lower bunk, propped on his elbows leisurely, was a male who looked to be in his early twenties.
He had flawless white skin and tidy golden blonde hair that was pulled into a high ponytail. His princely features were beautifully defined, each and every curve drawing out a godlike portrait. And his lips, they were oh-so-inviting with their pinkish tint.
Nanoha blushed at that thought.
The stranger was somewhat feminine too, in a way that Nanoha couldn't quite put a hand on, and he didn't seem to be aware of her presence, flipping through a newspaper.
She cleared her throat.
'A-hem. W-who are you? Where's Fate? Wha-'
The words got stuck in her throat when the guy glanced up at her: Stormy burgundy eyes met her clear blue ones.
The blonde tilted his head. 'Uh, I'm. . . Fate?' he said, creasing his eyebrows together.
Nanoha was pretty sure that her mouth was hanging wide open.
How could this be? her mind yelled unbelievingly. Where was the messy haired, skinny, mousey and emo guy from this afternoon? Because as far as she could tell, this guy was nothing like the Fate she had met before-
He was one, handsome. Two, lean. And three, he was emitting a dangerous aura around him. So how could he possibly be the same Fate?
But as much as she wanted to deny it, she found that she couldn't, because here, right in front of her very own eyes, was the very prove of what she had wanted to deny.
Stumped, she pursed her lips, her mind running a mile a second to find something to say.
'Oh, uh. . . you clean up rather nicely,' she scratched her head and laughed awkwardly.
Fate raised an eyebrow at her. 'Thanks, you too.'
Nanoha felt her cheeks flush. Was that a comment?
The blonde sat up, putting his newspaper aside. He was standing straight now, no hunched back, and she realized that he was actually quite tall, about a head taller than her, she guessed.
'Shall we go now?' Fate asked, staring at her.
'Go to where?' she said, puzzled.
'The clinic. We still have physical checkup, Takamachi.'
Nanoha knew that her face was beet red again. What was wrong with her today? She kept being an airhead.
'How did you know my last name?' she questioned, but the blonde just shrugged and walked past her to the door.
About to ask again, she was stopped short when Fate pivoted around and said gently, 'come.'
Grudgingly, Nanoha did. She wasn't sure why though. She wasn't one to yield to the command of another, but she did this time. Perhaps it was because of the pleading look that he had on…
She shot the blonde a curious look as they walked through the dim corridor.
He seemed to have so much sadness bottled up inside him, and it was obvious that he wasn't going to spill the beans unless. . . they were close enough to share secrets with each other.
Wait, it wasn't like she wanted to be his friend, she told herself. It wasn't like she's intrigued, or attracted. He just looked like he needed a friend, an ally. Yeah, that must be the case, she nodded vigorously to herself.
The duo stopped in front of a typical white door that had a golden badge with 'clinic' written on it. Reality crashed upon Nanoha.
Fate slid the door to the right and went inside. Lucky for him, she thought enviously. He's a guy, so he have nothing to worry about.
There were a few of the newcomers who were already having their physical checkup, and she tore her eyes away from their naked upper torso, feeling quite uncomfortable for being the only woman in a room full of men.
It was then that she saw the doctor, a short honey blonde-haired and green-eyed woman dressed in a white lab coat who was currently writing on a piece of paper. Hope blossomed in her heart.
Without thinking, Nanoha had quickened her pace towards the doctor, her heart beating wildly in anticipation. At last, she was saved! She wasn't going to be busted! She-
A sheathed sword halted her in midstep.
'Get back in line, soldier,' a familiar voice said.
Her eyes widened when she saw a pink-haired samurai with a stern look on her face. She was confused as to why the samurai did not recognize her, but after a few seconds, the fact that she's still disguising as Kyoya answered her query.
Frustrated, she exclaimed, 'Sig-' A hand clasped over her mouth.
'Let's go, Takamachi. Sorry we bothered you,' Fate, whose voice she easily recognized, (it was something that one cannot easily forget), bowed slightly at the samurai and dragged her to the last spot in the waiting line while she struggled against his hold, but her efforts were like an ant's compared to an elephant's.
To her dismay, she had to resort to the last idea-she bit his hand.
Immediately, fresh air whooshed into her mouth and she gasped. 'What the hell? Why did you drag me away? I needed to-'
'To what?' Fate interjected. 'Takamachi, Jail was watching you.'
Realization dawned on her, and she was suddenly glad that her roommate had stopped what she was about to do. She didn't want to cause a big scene on her very first day.
Sighing, she grumbled her thanks to Fate, who again, ignored her by taking off his shirt.
Nanoha felt her cheeks warming up, her gaze somewhat stuck onto the lean muscles that her roomate possessed.
She knew that he was waiting for her to do the same, but she pretended to not know and glanced impatiently at the people idling in front of her in the line instead.
Willing herself to not stare at Fate as he took his measurements and tests, she sighed in relief when it was finally her turn.
Shuffling up to the doctor, she leaned forward, trying to be as discreet as possible and whispered, 'Shamal, it's me!'
Surprise flitted across the doctor's face, and it soon turned into confusion.
'Pardon?'
'It's me, Nanoha!' she answered.
Green eyes searched her face, and horror wiped over the blonde's features, who covered a hand over her mouth and stuttered, 'N-Na-'
'What is going on here?' A sharp voice demanded.
Okay, I feel weird writing this again, but please leave some reviews for me so I can improve some more! Thanks in advance!