A/N: Who knows what posessed me to write this? Since I have a MAJOR block…I guess this just sprang to life. I tried toughening up Fate, since she was pretty spineless in "I'm With You". Nanoha and Fate are sixteen years old. Reviews would be appreciated. ~Ema

"Nanoha, it's time to get up. Come ON, Nanoha! We're going to be late! Just because YOU stayed up all night drinking doesn't mean that mom's going to have our asses if we're late!" Fate Takamachi yelled in her twin sister's ear. "Come ON!"

Nanoha Takamachi opened one slate blue eye, and let out a small sigh. "Fine," she said hotly. "But you'd better get me a drink after school!"

Fate rolled her eyes. "You're going drinking AGAIN?"

Nanoha opened her blue eyes wide and sat up. "Don't I go every night?" she asked sweetly, and hopped out of bed. "Hmm…I think I'll wear the black ribbon today," she decided, grabbing one from her bedside table, nearly knocking Fate over.

"What about, maybe, getting dressed?" Fate suggested.

Nanoha smiled. "I have that all figured out!" she said proudly, tying her long brown hair into a side ponytail and grabbing her school uniform blouse and skirt.

"Really? Are you going to teleport into your clothes?" asked Fate, rolling her eyes a second time. "'Cause I'd be all for that—maybe then I wouldn't be late," she put a hand on her hip and stared at Nanoha expectantly.

"Uh, no, sorry to disappoint you," Nanoha answered. "But I can change superfast! Watch me!" She pulled off her pajama shirt and started to climb into her top…only to trip off the bed and go crashing to the floor.

Fate laughed, but helped her twin sister up. "Good job. Now can you PLEASE hurry?"

"Fine," Nanoha snapped.

About ten minutes later, both girls headed downstairs, where Momoko Takamachi had out lunches and toast, and was currently fixing the hair of Fate and Nanoha's younger sister, Vivio.

She looked up when the two girls came into the kitchen. "Hello, girls," Momoka said sweetly. "I'm sorry that you don't have time for breakfast…you can take the toast and eat on the way to school,"

Vivio, who had wiggled out of her mother's grasp, grabbed onto Nanoha's leg. "Oneechan, do you have to leave?" she asked, with the most pathetic look up at her older sister.

"I do. I'm sorry, Vivio," Nanoha said softly, bending down to pat Vivio on the head, who released her grip instantly and stepped backwards, then turned to fix Fate with the same treatment, her mismatched eyes now actually swimming with tears.

"Do you have to leave, Fate-nee?" she cried, as Fate knelt down to give Vivio a quick hug.

"Yes, Vivio—I'll be back, though," Fate assured her little sister, then gently broke Vivio's grip, picked up her lunch and toast, and headed out the door, Nanoha right behind her.

"Vivio is so adorable," Nanoha mused as they took up a quick pace down their wide street.

"She is," Fate agreed, but before anything more could be said, a blast of brown hair and school uniform grabbed both of them in a hug.

"Fate-chan! Nanoha-chan!" cried a familiar voice.

"Hayate-chan?" the two girls chorused.

Hayate Yagami looked up into the faces of her best friends, and grinned. "Hi, hi! Guess what? You'll never guess! Oooh, it's just sooo exciting!"

"What is it?" asked Fate.

"You know how I live in a foster home, right?"
Both girls nodded.

"Well, we're getting a new foster brother! And he's soooo cu~te!" Hayate squealed.

"Uh…" Fate and Nanoha exchanged looks.

"That's, um, great," Fate managed finally. "And…"

"Oh, that's right, I haven't gotten to the good part," Hayate said, releasing her friends. "Well, since he's cute and all, I get to use him as my next model! Isn't that great?!"

Fate and Nanoha both privately felt very sorry for Hayate's new foster brother.

They continued at an almost-run, since they were running even later now, occasionally stopping to make allowances for Hayate's health problems, but luckily, they reached school in time.

"See, there he is!" cried Hayate, pointing to a boy with green eyes, glasses, an longish blond hair that was tied back in a ponytail. "Isn't he perfect for a model?"

Fate shrugged, and Nanoha made a noncomittal murmur.

"Yuuno-kun! Nanoha-chan says she wants to meet you!" Hayate yelled suddenly, making Nanoha blush bright red.

Yuuno turned and trotted over to where they stood in a small huddle. "Um, yes, Hayate-chan?" he asked.

"Well, see, my best friend Nanoha-chan has an unborn secret—mmph!"

Nanoha covered Hayate's mouth with one hand and smiled at Yuuno. "Actually, we just wanted to meet you. Hayate says that you're her new project,"

Yuuno grimaced. "Unfortunately,"

Fate looked at him with sympathy—both she and Nanoha had been frequent models of Hayate's little projects.

"That's not very nice," pouted Hayate, finally breaking free of Nanoha's grasp.

"S-sorry!" stuttered Yuuno, as if he was afraid he had really offended Hayate.

The bell rang as Nanoha was about to assure Yuuno that Hayate was joking, and the four of them headed into the school building.

***

"God, today was an absolute bore," complained Nanoha.

"Yeah," agreed Fate, yawning. "Although, I liked music,"

Nanoha rolled her eyes. "That's just because you're amazing at the piano,"

"And you're 'amazing' at the violin, so we're even," shot back Fate.

Nanoha stuck out her tongue. "Whatever. Up for shakes?"

"Are you sure you won't be too full to drink tonight?" Fate asked with mock-concern.

"Again, shut up. Are you up for milkshakes or not?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," Fate answered. "Where are we going? Milky Rose Shoppe or Cat's Eye?" The two cafes in the area both served excellent desserts.

"Milky Rose Shoppe," decided Nanoha. "Cat's Eye doesn't have good milkshakes like the Shoppe. 'Sides, we're almost there," as if to underline her words, the storefront of the Shoppe appeared, and Nanoha opened the elegant door.

"Hi, Nanoha-chan, Fate-chan!" called the shop owner, a girl named Rose with long, flowing hair. She sat behind the counter at the back of the shop, but as it was empty, their voices carried easily. "What do you need?"

"Milkshakes. Strawberry and vanilla," answered Nanoha promptly.

"Right, coming up," Rose answered, and ducked behind the shop to the kitchen.

"Mmm…I love how it smells in here," sighed Fate.

"Same," Nanoha agreed. "Come on, let's sit at the counter," she led the way over to the purple seats in front of the heavily decorated wooden counter.

In a moment, Rose reappeared, and slammed down two overflowing glasses—one a strawberry milkshake, the other vanilla.

"Here," Nanoha slid the vanilla one to Fate, who took a long sip.

"Gimme yours," Fate ordered, and Nanaoha rolled her eyes but handed her twin the drink.

"Hey, I was supposed to get first pick this time!" Nanoha cried when Fate slid the strawberry one back to Nanoha.

Fate shrugged. "Whoops. But I'll give you a sip of mine, anyway," she handed Nanoha her vanilla milkshake, and Nanoha took a long drink.

"Mmm…"

After their drinks were finished and Nanoha had paid, the two girls left the café and headed outside again.

"Got any plans?" asked Nanoha.

"Do I look like I have a boyfriend?" retorted Fate. "What do you want to do?"

"Go drinking," Nanoha said, rolling her eyes. "Duh,"

"No. Freaking. Way," Fate answered, crossing her arms. "I'll go drinking when you fly in the air and shoot pink stuff down at enemies of the world,"

Nanoha grinned and faked beginning to blast off. "Okay. Ready? Here I gooo!" she ran crazily down the street, attracting plenty of stares and whispers (most of them audible).

"You do realize that someone just asked if you'd gotten your rabies shot, right?" Fate asked.

Nanoha rolled her eyes. "Rabies makes you bite people. I got my shot. Anyway, please? Please, please, please, please come drinking tonight?"

"Fine, whatever," Fate agreed finally. "I don't have anything better to do,"

Nanoha's jaw dropped. "Seriously? The angel nun Fate is coming on a drinking expedition?"
"Look, do you want me to come or not?!"

"Fine, fine," Nanoha held up her hands. "Sorry. But you promise to come?"

"Uh, you'll be with me until then…"

"Oh, right," Nanoha said. "Well, we need you to wear something suuuper sexy for this wonderful occasion! We'll call it 'Fate-chan's First Momentual Drink!'"

"Super," muttered Fate.

***

"Um…I feel like a slut," Fate said.

"Right, that's the point," Nanoha replied, straightening the low-cut black dress. "But you've got leggings and plus, you've also got the pull-on sleeves. You'll look hot—and NOT like a slut,"

"Unlike you," Fate observed Nanoha's white V-neck and supershort blue skirt with disgust. "You look…"

"Like Midnight Nanoha, Keeper of Japan at Night!" Nanoha supplied, laughing. "Whatever. It doesn't matter—all that crap will be gone once you have some drinks, ya know?"

"When did you become such a drunkie?"

"Since my boyfriend last year…what was his name…hmm…" Nanoha was sidetracked, trying to place the name of her former boyfriend. "Well, whoever he was, he took me out once, and I was totally hooked!"

"Great. Again. I feel like a criminal,"

"Then maybe you should try changing your complexion so black doesn't look so sexy on you," Nanoha suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Fate answered.

"Lessgo, Hayate's taking a car, so she'll pick us up!"

"Hayate's going, too?" asked Fate, surprised.

"Der, she always goes with me,"

"Oh, uh…"

There was a loud beep from outside.

"Just in time! Fate, grab your sweater, and let's go!" screeched Nanoha as she started downstairs, looking excited.

***

"This isn't so bad," Fate decided, looking around the room with interest. "It's like a party,"

"Um, yeah, sorta. That is, until the—"

"BEER!" someone shrieked randomly, and everyone fell upon the huge table that had been untouched until this point.

"I'll get you one," Nanoha promised, surging forward with the crowd.

Ten minutes later and three beers down, Fate was feeling rather drunk—Nanoha, who had already had four, was cuddled in the arms of some random stranger. Hayate—the only sober one around, was trying her hand at breakdancing—and failing.

"Hey,"

Fate spun around, but the motiom made her so dizzy that she couldn't make out the person in front of her properly, but saw a man with unnaturally colored hair standing in front of her with a grin.

"Hey," she answered, and finding this funny, she giggled. "Wazzup?"

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and for a few seconds her vision seemed to wipe out temporarily. That is, until she heard Nanoha yelling.

"Get the hell away from her!" screeched Nanoha, and Fate blinked a few times, wondering where she was and why her twin sister was yelling.

She noticed it was also really quiet; they were in one of the back rooms of the club.

The stranger who had said hi to her earlier was standing with his hands in the air, shirt off. "Whoa, whoa," he said. "I wasn't doing anything,"

"Like hell! Get out of here, asshole!" Nanoha yelled.

He left, and Nanoha sat next to Fate—who realized she was lying in bed. "Are you okay?" Nanoha asked.

"Uhh…yeah," Fate answered. "I think so," she looked down, realizing her dress was pretty much in tatters. How had that happened? Huh…

"Here," Nanoha threw her sweater at her. "We're going home,"

"How are you…not drunk?" asked Fate, confused.

"I am. I just have practice, sweetheart," Nanoha answered. "Come ON!"

***

"I feel like crap," Fate admitted. "This sucks," They were both in the bathroom. It had been last night that Fate had gone with Nanoha for the first time, and now they were both getting ready for school.

"You feel like crap? Please," Nanoha said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, do you feel okay? After last night?"

"Yeah, nothing happened, except my dress got torn up and I got drunk, right?" Fate checked to make sure.

"Uhh…" Nanoha said slowly.

"Uh-oh. That sounds like a NO," Fate answered.

"Well…" Nanoha bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically nervous. "Uh…"
"Come on, Nanoha, we're supposed to be twins! We're supposed to share everything!" Fate pressed, and Nanoha gave in.

"Yeah, well, you really should've put two and two together, but that guy last night…he was sort of…" she trailed off, making totally useless gestures with her hands. "…You know, trying, to well…"

Fate stared at her. "I don't remember that,"

"Maybe 'cause you were drunk?" Nanoha suggested, tying up her hair. "Anyway, lucky I came around when I did, 'cause otherwise…" Her eyes darkened for a moment, but she returned to normal within moments.

"Thanks," Fate said softly.

Nanoha shrugged off Fate's appreciation. "It's not anything to be thanked for,"

"Mmm…" Fate agreed, brushing her hair for the last time and setting her brush down. "Anyway, are you staying home 'sick' again today?"

"Yep," answered Nanoha. "Told Mom I don't feel good, and she bought it,"

"Okay, see you after school,"

"Love you,"

"Love you, too,"

A/N: Hmm…not sure what I think about this fic yet…I wrote it mostly to Nana Mizuki's Blue Moon, btw., not that anyone cares. Yes, Milky Rose Shoppe is from Pretty Cure…and Cat's Eye is from Tsubasa. The "rapist drunk" guy was Jail Scaligetti, btw.

Reviews would be greatly appreciated—they are my inspiration!