For anyone following, here's a snippet from the next chapter of Nanoha 2814. She's BAAAAAACK...
“Ground control, this is Ravager one, requesting clearance to take off,” Tomoyo said into her helmet mic.
“Daidouji, your complete and wanton abuse of power fills me with new heights of terror, you crazy, addle-brained lunatic!
” Syaoran said levelly, finishing the last four words in Mandarin to spare Sakura’s delicate ears.
“Eh?” Sakura said, blinking innocently. “What did you say, Syaoran-kun?”
“Syaoran! Be nice!” Meilin said, grinning through her flight helmet. “Otherwise she might not let me fly this on the weekend!”
“No worries, Meilin-chan,” Tomoyo said brightly. She looked over her shoulder at them, quite a feat considering the confines of the helicopter, modified as it was. “Consider it a New Years gift. When we return from this little trip of Sakura-chan’s, I’ll get you started logging hours on my flight simulator.”
“‘When’, she says,” Syaoran muttered. “Am I the only one vaguely concerned by this? The last time Sakura had apocalyptic dreams that nearly came true, Yue beat the stuffing out of us. I don’t think it’ll as nice this time.”
“Well, there’ll certainly likely be less Ho-yay type sexual tension,
” Meilin muttered in Mandarin.
Syaoran glared at her, ignoring Sakura’s confused look at the language shift. “Must you mock my magically induced sexual confusion?
” Tomoyo replied from up front as she adjusted some controls, many of which read things like ‘Armed’. “Yes, we must.
“Ravager one, you are cleared for take off
,” the radio crackled. “Your mother sends her regards and reminds you not to cause an incident that can’t be covered up. Enjoy your flight. We’ll have the lawyers waiting when you get home.
“Oh, Tsunade-san you kidder you,” Tomoyo laughed as the helicopter’s blades suddenly got into gear, the loud roar necessitating the helmets and accompanying earphones to dampen. Holographic display that certainly hadn’t been part of the helicopter’s package when it was first made came alive, Tomoyo touching displays in air, setting and adjusting their course. Sakura cried out cutely, clutching at Syaoran for comfort. Due to the fact she and Meilin for both sitting with Syaoran’s in the rear cockpit of the helicopter– Tomoyo apparently needed to be free of distractions– this resulted in rather bright blushing on his part and smug but slightly wistful looks from Meilin.
The last thing Syaoran heard over the radio was, “Who says we’re kidd–” before it cut off, and they were rising into the evening air. Sakura clung tighter, hiding her face in his shoulder at the rather stomach-wrenching lurch as the helicopter rose with speed. The improvised safety webbing was making him very uncomfortable, but it was the best compromise they could come up with, since Tomoyo would very well not countenance Sakura
sitting in the seat proper and someone sitting on her lap. Still, the positioning was making Syaoran even more conscious of proximity. Thank goodness the seat was barely wide enough for Sakura to sit next to him, rather than on him…
He saw Meilin’s eyebrows rise just as he became uncomfortably aware a portion of his anatomy had just done the same. She fixed him with a teasing smile. “Why, Syaoran…” she purred. “Are you thinking of doing naughty, decadent things to you little ole cousin and Sakura-cha–”
The specially attached jet engines Tomoyo had modified the helicopter with roared to life, drowning out even the headphones and thankfully sparing Syaoran and the author from the completed suggestion of a threesome as the highly illegal, heavily altered, heavily armed helicopter screamed into the night, heading for Uminari city…
Thanks to Darkenning for the Takamachi Nanoha Of 2814
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“It’s probably some kind of sign that all the people who can kick your ass nowadays are women,” Asuna said as they headed back to the dorms by back ways and byways and many times just over rooftops like some character from a Takahashi manga that for some reason is steal generating fanfic decades after cancellation. “Me, Eva-chan, Cassandra-san, that red knight who kicked your ass a few weeks back…”
She was feeling pretty cheerful, all things considered, despite the rising insanity. They’d had to stop sparring with Cassandra after they’d been tracked down by Mana, who Ayaka had apparently hired. The mercenary seemed amused by the situation, and had been playing with them, in her own way, until Negi had summoned Kaede as a distraction. The two had immediately gotten locked in yet another duel, even as Mana made a token attempt to continue with her contract.
Some things, like ignoring ongoing ninja-sniper rivalry, can’t be bought. For everything else, like Mana’s non-ideological loyalty, there’s Yukihiro Card
Negi sighed resignedly at the good-natured ribbing, but he couldn’t help but smile anyway. “So, are you planning anything for tomorrow, Asuna-san?” he asked, curiously.
Asuna looked at him sideways. “Huh? Eh, nothing much. Eat Konoka’s good food, watch some Christmas specials, loaf around… you?”
“Well, I’m sort of chaperoning the dance the school is holding,” Negi said.
Asuna slapped a hand into her palm. “Oh, right!
That thing. I completely forgot about it. Huh. Must be why so many people are looking for you…” she muttered darkly, thinking of half of the class.
They entered their dorm via the window, to find Konoka merrily whistling to herself as she cooked, and a chastened-looking Setsuna.
“Tried to steal a cookie?” Asuna asked as Negi closed the window behind them.
“Marshmallow,” the hanyou said meekly.
“Heh, sorry Setsuna-chan,” Asuna said. “I should have warned you, Konoka can be pretty particular with her Christmas cooking. Too much American TV, if you ask me.”
As Negi got changed and put away his training things, the door slammed open, and an annoyed Chisame strode in, one of her new robot maids trailing her. Those things still gave Asuna the willies, even if Hakase and Chisame BOTH guaranteed they’d been reprogrammed. “There
you are!” she cried. “Can’t you stay on the ground like normal people? I’ve been running over half the campus to find you!”
“Come on in Chisame-chan, make yourself at home,” Asuna said dryly.
“Look, I am NOT
in the mood for this!” Chisame snapped, plopping down in front of the table and pulling out her laptop. She typed quickly, then place it on the surface and turned the screen towards tehm as Konoka left the kitchen, wondering what all the fuss was about. “This
just came in. Green Lantern just found the Wolkenritter AND their Master and is asking for backup. I’m talked to Amy. Apparently their top mage guy is in HQ busting someone who apparently had this info and was holding back, and Ferret Lantern went with him.”
Negi, Asuna, Setsuna and Konoka stared in stunned silence.
“Well?” Chisame demanded.
“Not one sarcastic comment about all this being a fantasy world she’s not a part of,” Asuna said. “Chisame… you’re finally one of us!”
Chisame’s whole face twitched. She drooped. “I hate you people…”
Asuna turned to Setsuna. “Setsuna, get everyone, but make sure not to let anyone else know. We can’t meet here, too much chance of getting caught by Iincho and co… The stage near the World Tree! Let’s all meet there in half an hour!”
Setsuna nodded, getting to her feet. Konoka sighed. “There’s goes dinner…”
Setsuna looked guilty. “You don’t have to come along, Ojou-sama…” she said.
Konoka whacked her with the chef’s hat she was worrying. “Don’t be silly, Set-chan! Who’d do the healing?”
“I hate you all…” Chisame said, still stuck at her final revelation…
edited 19th Jun '11 9:06:33 AM by SCMof2814