OMAKE – Japanese is Amazing...
“Ne, Nanoha…the Japanese language…is really impressive, isn’t it…?”
It was…an odd way to start a conversation.
That day, the fifteen-year-old Aces would enjoy a pleasant meal together in planet Earth’s Harlaown residence, all three of them. What with their school duties in parallel with their steady progress along the ranks of TSAB, such occasions had become far rarer than they would wish them to be. It was a problem, because it also meant keeping them away from their favorite person and his godly cuisine.
It was almost disturbing, how well Emiya Shirou took to the kitchen. Even now, while Yagami Hayate took care of setting the dishes and cutlery on the table and Fate spoke from the nearby couch while immersed on a rather thick book, the boy skillfully displayed his cooking skills making the finishing touches of a meal the girls knew would be an orgasm for the palate.
Nanoha, dressed in only a bathrobe and drying her hair with a towel, raised an eyebrow at the odd and unexpected sentence.
“Bweh? Japanese…?”
“Um,” Fate nodded, finally looking up at her best friend. Her face did not show any specific emotion except maybe child-like curiosity. “It’s like, with kanji, you can come up with a proper name for everything…”
“We-well…” Nanoha honestly did not know what Fate was getting to, but went along with the odd discussion in any case. A distance away in the kitchen, Shirou tuned his ears to the conversation—it’s not like he needed them for cooking anyway—, for he was curious as well.
“Isn’t…isn’t that the point of a language, Fate-chan?”
“Ah, yes, but…” Fate looked down at her book. “Most languages don’t have something like yojijukugo.”
Yojijukugo: four-kanji compound words that possess a particular idiomatic meaning which cannot be directly inferred from the meanings of the individual words that make them up.
Well, there are non-idiomatic yojijukugo as well.
“Ah…” Nanoha still looked adorably puzzled. “No, I guess not.”
Done with setting up the table, Hayate walked over to the couch to look at Fate’s book over her shoulder.
“Ne, Hayate-chan, how do you read this? I can only recognize the first kanji as ‘wife’, but…”
From his place in the kitchen, Shirou felt an ominous chill running down his spine. He will truly develop his Eye of the Mind skill really early in this timeline, won’t he? But, even if he would stubbornly deny it, he was probably fortunate this time; at least he was not Nanoha, who got to see Hayate’s overwhelmingly naughty face upon seizing this most wonderful chance for mischief.
“You read that as Saishoudoukin, Fate-chan. It means ‘sleeping with one’s wife and mistress at the same time’.”
Saishoudoukin. You write it with the kanji for ‘Wife’, ‘Mistress’, ‘Same’, and ‘Bedding’.
It was amazing, how quickly Nanoha’s face became an unnatural red. Her pupils widened and her lips puckered at her mind began to go places.
Takamachi Nanoha…is growing up. In many ways.
“Geh,” was the sound that came out of Emiya Shirou’s mouth. His eyes inevitably turned towards the blond Ace and the perverted Ace.
“Huh…” Fate mumbled, completely blind and deaf to the mood around her. This was an educational experience for her, so she had not even noticed the, in all honesty, substantially creepy ear-to-ear smile on Hayate’s face just behind her. “Ne, Hayate-chan…”
“Yes, Fate-chwan~?”
Don’t loom over her like that! It’s creepy! Shirou’s mind screamed.
“Bweh…bweh?” Nanoha-san will be out of it for a while.
“…what’s a ‘Mistress’?”
******
A sudden flash like lightning struck Vita of the Wolkenritter!
Looking up from the manga she had been reading on the Yagami residence’s couch, she sought her Belkan knight companions with eager eyes.
“Guys.”
Signum did not look up from sharpening her sword. Shamal did not look up from preparing new cartridges. Zafira, resting in canine form on the corner, did not look up at her either. But Vita knew she had their attention.
“I just got the feeling Hayate’s about to do something extremely indecent.”
“Ah,” was Signum’s response.
“Um,” Zafira mumbled from the corner.
“Yes, it’s got to be that, after all…” Shamal agreed. “But, Vita-chan, Hayate’s not here.”
Vita blinked. How did that solve anything…wait.
Actually, yes, it did solve everything. It was not their problem!
Returning to her manga, Vita of the Wolkenritter chuckled to herself.
“Heheh, poor bastards.”
******
Never had the Harlaown residence been so quiet. Only the bubbling of the soup on the stove prevented the heavy, uncomfortable silence from being absolute.
No, maybe that odd bubbling threnody only made things worse.
“Um, to be honest…” Fate-san, bless her, was completely unaware of what she was unleashing. “I get Hayate-chan’s called ‘Mistress of the Night Sky’ sometimes, but I don’t really get it…does it have to do anything with this…’saishoudoukin’?”
“It absolutely does,” Hayate immediately responded in her most ‘teacher-like’ voice.
“IT DOESN’T!” Shirou just as immediately retorted. Hayate looked up at the redhead with sparkly admiration in her eyes.
“Ahn~Shirou-kun, even your tsukkomi is amazing! No wonder I love you so much~”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t just say something outrageous!” Shirou snarked back at the short-haired girl. “And I don’t want to be loved for something that stupid!”
Hayate turned back to the confused Fate.
“Alright, alright, like Shirou said, in my case, the word ‘Mistress’ is a title of rulership, Fate-chan. The ‘Mistress’ in that yojijukugo is something a liiiiitle bit different.”
“Just a little!?” Shirou cried out from the kitchen. If he did not have to keep his eyes on the food he would be out there setting things right.
“Huh…” the still-rather confused Fate looked back down at the book. “So, the wife and the ‘mistress’ sleeping at the same time with someone…?”
“With the husband, of course,” Hayate explained. “A husband is doing saishoudoukin when he lives in his house together with both his wife and his mistress.”
“Huh,” Fate nodded. “So, the ‘mistress’…is it some sort of pet?”
“How the hell did you reach that conclusion!?” Shirou cried out in outrage.
“Hmm…a ‘pet’, huh…” Hayate placed a hand on her chin as if seriously pondering the question. “It’s definitely a possibility.”
“Just what kind of relationship are you thinking of!?”
“You know, Fate-chan? I’ll just give you an example,” Hayate pronounced while nodding to herself. “Let’s say you’re married to Shirou-kun.”
“Eh?” Fate instantly squeaked; her face following Nanoha’s towards the DEFCON 1 of blushing.
“Ugh…” Shirou muttered, covering his face with a single hand. If she blushes like that at the thought, it’s obvious he would be embarrassed as well—
“Waaaaaaait a second!”
The sudden, shrill voice inevitable drew all eyes to the source.
Takamachi Nanoha was back, nano~
A trembling finger was pointing at the seated Fate. Nanoha, while still blushing, also showed a certain degree of antagonism towards her blond friend.
“Why…?”
“Hmm?” Both Fate and Hayate tilted their heads.
“Why is Fate-chan the wife!?”
“Shouldn’t you be asking something else!?” Shirou has taken over the tsukkomi role this time.
“Huh, I see…” Hayate crossed her arms and nodded. “Yes, yes, if it’s the wife, it naturally has to be Nanoha-chan.”
“WHY!?”
“Eh?” Fate blurted out, her face now the epitome of disappointment.
“Um!” Nanoha followed Hayate in crossing her arms and nodding; her double side-tails jiggling as she did so, and her face the epitome of smugness. “Naturally.”
“DON’T JUST GO ALONG WITH HER!”
“Okay, so Nanoha-chan and Shirou-kun are married.”
“Eheheheh~”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you!?”
It’s hard for either Nanoha or Shirou to be dense at this point.
“So, they live in their own house, doing all things married couples do,” Hayate built up the setting. “Like, you know, eating together, sleeping together, going on romantic trips together…”
It’s a rather idealized marriage, but let’s just go with it.
“…bathing together…”
“Bweh!?” Nanoha jolted as her delighted mind created the image. “Ah, oh dear…”
Shirou was pretending his attention was only on the food. Hayate knew better, of course, and reveled in the newly-made couple’s identical looks of embarrassing. They were totally imagining it, weren’t they?
“…raising children together…”
“Ah…” Suddenly, the risqué imagery in Nanoha’s mind was replaced by something more appropriate…and so, so, so overwhelmingly wonderful.
At the age of fifteen, Takamachi Nanoha realized that, yes, she wanted to be a mother one day, after all.
“...making children together…”
“Bwuh!?” Nanoha immediately covered her face with both hands. Her face right now was something she could not allow anyone to see!
Shirou tried to do the same, but his right hand was still holding the ladle and he just made a mess in the kitchen.
“Oh, crap!”
“So nice…” Fate muttered believing nobody could hear her. Being the adorable innocent fanservice girl she is, she was wearing a short tight skirt that provided an enticing view of most her milky white thighs as she rubbed them together. It was obvious Nanoha was not the only one with an overly active imagination.
“So yes, husband and wife,” Hayate repeated, visibly pleased with the results so far. “Now, Fate-chan, imagine that you live with Shirou-kun and Nanoha-chan as well.”
“Eh? Me?” Fate looked up at the smiling Hayate, not recognizing the Chesire cat smirk for what it was. “Like, in the guest room…?”
“Oh no, no, no, no, no~” Hayate quickly rejected the thought; mentally giggling at the artificial girl’s endearing innocence. “You see, Fate-chan, when Shirou-kun and Nanoha-chan are doing all those things…those things married couples do?”
She leaned closer to the blond, looming over her form like the wolf pouncing on Little Red Riding Hood..
“You’re there as well. You’re doing them as well.”
“Eh? You-you mean…?”
“Mm-hmm~” Hayate nodded gleefully. “When they eat together, you eat with them at the same table. When they sleep together, you sleep with them on the same bed. When they go on romantic trips together, you travel along and partake in the romance as well…”
“Ah…” Fate’s blush returned with excessive force as she began to realize what being a ‘mistress’ entailed.
“When they are bathing together…while Nanoha-chan rinses Shirou-kun’s back…you’re taking care of the front…”
“Bwa…haha…eeeh…” Nanoha muttered incoherencies.
Hayate leaned closer, and Fate found herself inching away.
“The front’s very important, you know…?”
“Ah…is…is that so…?” Fate blurted out like a terrified child, squeaking when her back hit the sidearm of the couch, meaning she could not escape from Hayate’s looming approach anymore.
“Um. Extremely important.”
“Aah…aaand, the children…?”
Hayate’s smirk widened even if such a thing should be physically impossible. Fate, in all her innocence, finally began to get a glimpse of Yagami Hayate’s true personality.
“Of course, it’s not just Nanoha-chan’s. Your children are there as well, Fate-chan.”
“My…my…”
Hayate’s smile disappeared. Oh crap.
She had forgotten Fate T. Harlaown’s family issues. But, really, she shouldn’t have worried. Fate, after all, was building a rather optimistic delusion in her mind.
“My…my…children…my children…”
Crystalline tears gathered in the lovely blond’s carmine eyes.
Ohcrap-ohcrap-ohcrap-ohcrap—
You’re worrying too much, Hayate-san.
Fate’s heart had decided she would do better. She would not be like Precia. In her mind, her child looked a lot like Alicia. And she, Fate T. Harlaown the mother, loved and treasured that girl more than her own life. She would never ignore her. She would never place anything else before her. She would most definitely never whip her. She would turn that girl into her world, her center, her treasure, the axis and purpose of her life.
She giggled. The idea of having children, the idea of building a family on a foundation of love and kindness, it was too wonderful it drove her to tears of joy!
“I…I…Nanoha!”
“Bweh!? Ye-yes!?” the white girl went awfully rigid.
“I…I want to be a mistress!”
“BWEH!?”
“I want to be Shirou’s mistress!”
Shirou choked on his own breath. Loud coughing filled the Harlaown residence.
Hayate clasped her hands together as she smiled with glee. Her friends were simply the best!
“Yes, yes, live without regrets, Fate-chan! That is the only path!”
“I don’t get it but you using that sentence in that way really pisses me off!” Shirou managed to gasp out between his coughing.
“Fate-chan, you want children, don’t you?”
“Um!” Fate nodded while wearing an angelic smile. Hayate almost flinched at its incredible purity. For a moment she feared she would burn.
“Yes, yes, of course, of course…” Hayate nodded eagerly. “So, when Nanoha-chan and Shirou-kun are making their children, you would obviously be there are well.”
“Um!” Fate nodded with the same eagerness…until she fully caught what Hayate just said. “Eh—eeeeeeh!?”
“Eeeep!” Nanoha squeaked, pressing her legs together for some reason.
And we’re back on track.
“Yes, yes…” Hayate returned to her enticing voice as she leaned closer to Fate like a panthress stalking her prey.
“When Shirou-kun kisses Nanoha…he will be kissing you too…”
“Ah…”
Shirou jolted and looked away in embarrassment when Fate’s eyes drifted for a second from Hayate’s face to his in the kitchen.
“Do-do-don’t say ridiculous things, Hayate!”
“Ridiculous? Mou, you’re breaking our maidenly hearts, Shirou-kun. Be a man!”
“I…!” He really had no response to that.
“Yes, Fate-chan, Shirou-kun will eventually succumb and take Nanoha-chan as his bride.”
“Eh…ah, ahah…aaah…iyaan~” Nanoha squealed. You really should be stopping that Kansai girl, you know?
“And when Shirou-kun’s touching Nanoha-chan in their wedding night, he will be touching you as well…”
“Hiii!” Fate jolted and shuddered as the sudden, very light touch of Hayate’s finger on her left thigh sent strangely pleasant shocks throughout her body.
“And after Shirou-kun ravishes Nanoha-chan’s body…he will claim yours as well, Fate-chan…every single inch and curve of your bodies will become his…”
Hayate’s voice dropped to a husky, alluring, intimate volume.
“…he will mark your skin with his fingers…”
She caressed the inside of Fate’s thigh this time, and the girl gasped in a high pitch.
“…with his lips…”
Fate unconsciously rubbed her own together.
“…with his tongue…” Hayate whispered, just for Fate.
“Ah, aaah…”
Their noses were almost touching, but Fate’s eyes seemed to have lost focus. Her breathing was hitched and effortful, and her panting made incredible things to her amazingly—to the other two girls’ chagrin—developing chest.
“I…” Nanoha muttered in the voice of a child who just peed herself. “I have to go to the bathroom!”
Nobody noticed her dashing away in almost pitiful desperation.
“And just like Nanoha-chan will lovingly moan and cry out his name in ecstasy, so will you, Fate-chan…” Hayate licked her lips, relishing the dazed look on the girl’s face. Fate wasn’t even looking at her anymore, was she? “…as you drown in the ecstasy only Shirou-kun can give you, you will desperately, urgently, passionately, lasciviously call out his name, begging for more…! You want him to hold you! You want him to fill you…!”
She wanted to hear it.
“Do it, Fate-chan. Call out his name. The name of your Master.”
Moist lips parted to let air slip in. The tiny, shy tip of a tongue slid over pink lips. Fate’s blurry, dazed eyes sought out the figure of the only man in the room, and Emiya Shirou froze the moment those dark red eyes caught sight of him.
If, if she looked at him like that, he…!
“Shi…Shirou…”
Emiya Shirou and Yagami Hayate; their bodies jerked as one in pleasure like nothing they had experienced before.
That was…that was…holy shit!
Even their thoughts seemed to be in sync.
Fate’s husky, whisper-like voice, everything about it—the longing, the tenderness, the sheer feeling of want! It was intense! Too intense! It contrasted so strongly with her maidenly innocence, with her angelic purity! It was so, so…corrupting!
Shirou stared down at the bulge under his pants as if he could kill it like that.
“Ye-Ye—yes…yes, just like that…” Hayate finally spoke, albeit with some hesitation. At this point she was on all fours on the couch, looming over Fate until their noses were almost touching. She would need a change of underwear. “Do you…do you understand what ‘saishoudoukin’ is now, Fate-chan…?”
The blond alien released a long sigh, her body giving in and slumping down to lie on the couch while her face showed absolute bliss. Hayate was a little worried.
Don’t tell me, did she…!?
Hayate rubbed her thighs together, and her ears barely managed to catch a rather indecent sound from down there. Maybe she went a little too far…?
“It’s…Paradise…” That was Fate T. Harlaown’s conclusion.
“Ha-Ha-Hayate!”
“Yes!” Hayate squeaked at Shirou’s sudden and very loud cry.
“Ta-Ta—Just look after the pot! I have to use the bathroom!”
And with that the boy dashed away. Hayate followed his back with her eyes until her brain finally caught up with the latest events.
“Ah, wait, Shirou-kun! Nanoha-chan’s—”
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
“—probably finishing up in the bathroom herself…”
It was hard for Emiya Shirou and Takamachi Nanoha to look at each other for weeks afterwards.
*****
OMAKE – End
Originally Posted by Riven
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