A Saga of Tanya the Evil/The Irregular at Magic High School crossover.
I do not in any way, shape, or form lay claim to either of these works.
This is just a work of admiration from one fan, to those others that share the same interest.
The only characters or places I lay claim to are those solely of my own creation.
On the cohabitation experiences of temporal refugees.
Sunday June 8th, 6:00am, 2094
The first night spent by the two refugees in the same apartment in some time passes quietly, each finding a familiar sense of comfort in the presence of the other. For the first time in months, Tanya actually manages to sleep through the night without being haunted by her nightmares.
The morning comes early for the pair, each rising precisely at 6:00am, Tanya turning off her alarm with practiced ease born of long familiarity, even if it was in another life. Visha pokes it a few times until Tanya calls out. "Ok, please turn off the 6:00am alarm, please."
Needless to say, Visha is shocked by the soft voice that says. "Of course, the alarm has been turned off. It will sound again tomorrow at 6:00 am."
Visha looks at Tanya wide-eyed, pointing at the alarm. "Did..it just answer you, Tanya?" She says, before casting a wary look at the alarm once more.
"Indeed it did, Visha. Most of the devices of this time seem to have at least some level of voice control. Just address the device and tell it what you want it to do. You can even name your assistant, so that it is clear when you are addressing it. Watch." Tanya glances towards her alarm. "Ok, Baka, do I have any messages today?" She casts a knowing little smirk at Visha.
"You have received two messages. The first is from Doctor Adeline Schugel. The second is from the Sports and Extracurricular Activities council, the Seven Schools Competition Subcommittee. Would you like me to read either one to you?" Her alarm clock states in that same soft, unobtrusive manner.
"No, send them both to my handheld and close down until I need you again." Tanya says as she grabs her handheld off her nightstand once she is dressed for the day.
"Tanya? How...did you figure all that out?" Visha asks as she finishes dressing as well, each finding it easier to change facing away from the other.
Tanya chuckles softly. "I'm a fast study, that is all. You will get the hang of it, now that you are no longer in the hospital. Anyone that I trained will learn and adapt quickly, after all." She says, knowing that at least part of it is, once again, stuff she had learned in her other life.
Visha seems to perk up at that, snapping to attention without thinking about it. "Of course Tanya! Thank you for believing in me!" She says with a chipper note to her voice as she falls in behind Tanya.
"Well, the first message is the good doctor letting me know that you will be moving in. Conveniently, she didn't send it til AFTER you had moved in." She casts a suspicious gaze at the all too innocent looking young woman that is following her. "I don't imagine that you have any idea how such an odd turn of events happened, would you?"
Visha smiles that blank, innocent smile of hers. "What events would that be, Tanya?" She quips.
Tanya sighs and shakes her head, looking at the other one. "This….Is odd." She stops and reads it over once again, moving it so that Visha can read it as well over her shoulder.
"They want you to compete in something called the Seven Schools competition? What is that?" Visha asks, leaning well into Tanya's personal bubble to read it easier over her shoulder.
"It would seem that they are interested in having me compete in the upcoming competition in August. Why me, exactly, is beyond me." She trails off, tapping the reply button and acknowledging that she would visit with them on Monday. "Nothing to lose by finding out what they want, after all." She says, looking over at Visha.
"No, nothing at all, Tanya." She says as she steps politely back as Tanya steps forward, once again following her at a two-step distance.
The two of them stop in the kitchen, for Tanya it's just long enough to wait for her morning cup of coffee before Visha sets about making breakfast for the pair of them. Tanya settles into the living room and starts to check out the news, basking in the peace that she has finally found, it only took a lifetime and a half, a world war, and breaking reality. Not too bad, all in all.
Soon enough they are sitting at the table, enjoying the companionable silence that the two grew accustomed to, even if the more excitable of them soon breaks the quiet. "So, I was wondering, what do they do at this Seven School competition, Tanya?" She asks as she nibbles on the last of her toast, already having laid waste to the six sausages that were at one line lined up neatly on her plate.
A soft hrm slips past Tanya's lips as she taps a few times on her handheld, then motions towards the television, a montage of the highlights from last years competition playing on the screen. "Lets see… So, battle board, which seems to be combat surfing, of all things. Crowd ball that...appears to be some sort of game like racket ball or tennis. Hrm, Pillar Break. Why, exactly are the girls wearing those outfits, I wonder? Mirage Bat. No. Just, no. I don't think I could wear outfits like that." She motions to the girls wearing what, to her, appears to be very VERY much like the sailor fuku's of the magical girls of her first life were always depicted wearing in the manga and anime. Monolith code, hrm? Seems interesting. A shame it's for the boys only…" She trails off, studying the information some more. "And finally speed shooting. That one seems to be rather straightforward, at least." She examines each intently. "This makes me even more curious what they could want from me. I'm a new person in the class, relatively, and I do not have the highest scores in the areas that would be most relevant, I would think." She turns to regard a beaming Visha, who is staring with wide eyes and her hands clasped together in that way that always spells trouble for her.
"Visha, what exactly are you thinking right now?" Tanya asks warily.
"Oh Tanya! Look at those outfits! They are adorable! So colorful! And I thought you had said they could not fly?" She is, obviously, pointing at the Mirage Bat footage.
Tanya sighs, already getting some inkling of just where this was probably heading. "They can't, Visha. They are jumping using enhancement and control spells. It sometimes seems like they are close, but yet so far from true flight."
"I want to do that, Tanya. And if I can't…" she turns sparkling eyes on her former commander.
"Visha?" Tanya says as she sighs and sips at her coffee.
"Yes, Tanya?" She says, hands clasped in obvious and oblivious joy.
"Do..You remember the incident with the Dress." She says through clenched teeth.
"Oh, you mean the one for the film shoot?" She asks, getting even more excited.
"Exactly. And do you remember the training I gifted you with after that?" She says through gritted teeth.
Visha ponders that for a moment, then starts to pale a bit. "I...Think so, Tanya…"
"Drop it or I will make it, and the foxholes, seem like a pleasant day on the beach." Tanya says in that falsely sweet tone of voice that fills most people with dread.
"Can I get you another cup of coffee? Freshly brewed? And I think I might have some scones or something about…." Her former adjutant says as she hurries into the kitchen.
Tanya sighs and settles into her chair. Peace was a wonderful thing, as long as the people remembered what war was like. Or, at least hell.
After they had finished their breakfast, cleaned up and Tanya had savored another cup or three of Visha's heavenly black brew, the two young ladies went for a relaxing jog. A five mile jog, just a bit of light training to start to knock the rust off of Visha after her months of recuperation.
As Tanya looks back to watch her companion, she pulls them both up and hands a bottle of water to her winded companion. "It's only been three miles, Visha. We really do need to get you back into shape." She says, watching Visha critically.
"I'm...Sorry..ma'am. I..I will do better. I can carry on." She says, leaning over to catch her breath.
Tanya sighs and nods. "Then I will give you your orders. Are you ready?" She says, once again every inch the Argent.
Visha snaps to attention, all traces of fatigue seemingly forgotten. "Ma'am!" She stops herself short of snapping a salute, but both know it's a close thing.
"You are to use magic to reinforce yourself for the rest of the exercise." Tanya says to the obvious disbelief of her former subordinate.
"But...You always say to NOT use magic during training, unless you NEED to use magic for the training, Ma'am?" She says, obviously perplexed.
"Well, yes. But that was a magic system that we knew to the point of it being instinctual. This is a whole new field for us, and we both really need to learn just what we can and can't accomplish with it. And, to give you some incentive, if I win, I will cook. If you win, I will order Japanese or Chinese take out, and treat you." How Tanya says it, there is no real choice in the matter. And Visha knows well that the Devil of the Rhine is the Disaster of the Kitchen, as well.
"Ma'am yes ma'am!" Visha says, pulling out the handheld CAD unit, and queuing up the spells that she can see might be useful.
"Good. Now, lets see what we can do, shall we?" Tanya says with a devilish grin, taking off quickly as she jogs, soon accelerating her steps.
"Ma'am!" Visha barks, using her own magic to speed along the ground in pursuit of her companion.
At the end of the route, both girls are winded and worn, but Visha has barely won out, beaming in triumph at an amused looking Tanya. "That..Was surprisingly fun. As odd as they seem at first, they don't seem to require quite the level of mental mathematics that our computation jewels did." She says as she leans against a wall, gathering her stamina once more.
Tanya nods, stretching as she used a bit of magic to refresh herself. "Indeed. And since you won, we will have takeout." She says, walking back into their apartment building.
"Ma'am?" Visha calls as she follows behind. "You wouldn't have LET me win, would you?"
Tanya chooses to ignore the question, instead looking through the menu. "Curry or teriyaki? Oh, the choices…."