Well,

I don't own Zero no Tsukaima and blah blah.

I still don't understand why should I add this matter, since it's FANFICTION, so yeah, of course I don't own the story. (The owner is dead, people...) But geez, I don't like putting stuff at the beginning, cause no one reads, so yeah. If you read this, you didn't have to, just go to the story already!

Zero's Reversal

Chapter 01

The Zero is a Familiar!

'The time has come...'

Louise opened her eyes sleepily, but the thought still assaulted her mind. While getting off bed, she rubbed her eyes and walked towards her dresser slowly.

'Tomorrow I'll summon a familiar...' That was her chance of course. But only if she summoned something amazing. If she summoned a pathetic thing, nothing would change.

Noticing her thoughts, Louise blinked in confusion and looked at herself in the mirror. She started brushing her long pink hair.

She had barely started the day and was already being pessimistic. That wasn't normal. She usually took a while to start with the mental rant about her failures.

"..." Having finished brushing her hair, the young mage sighed. She stood up and got dressed, ready for the day. Another day. The final day.

"No! I am a Valliére! The daughter of a duke! I will succeed! I will summon the best familiar this academy has ever seen!" Nodding to herself and trying to hold onto that confidence, she proudly walked out and towards the dining hall.

'This will be the day I've waited for!'

Now where was that confidence…?

Louise was back on her bed. Basically, back to where she'd started that day.

The day had gone horribly wrong. First class, and she already blew everything up. 'Again!' Again she got isolated from everyone as punishment, and then Kirche von Zerbst, her most hated enemy, just had to make things even worse.

"I'll summon the best, most beautiful familiar, better than the three of you combined!"

She remembered what she said, and regretted deeply. She's been failing with every spell since always, and how in the world could she summon something worthy? Just because she really wanted to?

Louise stood up and walked towards her window, looking at the shinning moons illuminating the night sky.

"I've prayed for this my whole life... I just wanted to cast real magic, just that! And I never received anything, no spell, no answer, no guidance!" She sighed, having decided what she wanted. "Please, just a signal, just one! Please give an answer, Founder!"

She knew that neither God nor his prophet would answer to a mere noble like her, but it was just so difficult! She needed to know what she was doing here! Why was she there if she couldn't perform magic correctly?

Not existing was better than living with such disgrace.

And as she expected, no answer came. Just silence. Louise bowed her head, and just as quickly, prayed for forgiveness, for she had just yelled at the heavens.

Once finished, Louise decided that what she needed was a good night of sleep. But first, a change of clothes…

Unexpectedly, once she turned around, a bright, greed portal greeted her. Louise almost shrieked in surprise and stepped back.

"What…? A portal?" Louise quickly looked back at the moons. Was this an answer? A signal?

…A punishment?

Back at the portal, she stepped closer, inspecting it. She's never even seen a real portal, just read about them. Almost legendary, portals were used by the founder to go to different places instantly, no need to actual travel.

She avoided the delusion that the Founder was calling her somewhere, but how could she simply ignore such thing?! No mage could create portals! It must be important.

Walking around it, it didn't seem to move, but it looked directed at her, no matter where she was in the room. Grabbing her wand on the table, Louise tugged it under her skirt and approached the portal.

The magic felt strong, but… different. It didn't feel like anything she could recognize. Not her magic, whatever that was. Not warm like fire, nor humid like water or cold like wind or even thick like earth.

'What then… Void?' She scoffed and finally, with a burst of courage, she poked it. If felt… shifty. Strange enough, but once she tried to pull her finger back… it was stuck.

"Eh…?" She couldn't pull back, in fact, the portal was pulling her in. "What?! Wait! No! Let go!" It wasn't working! It wasn't working! She didn't have enough strength to pull herself back, and now her entire arm was inside and it was just getting worse!

She couldn't keep that up anymore. Trying to grab her wand and make it explode was her best option, but when she realized, she was gone! Inside the damn thing and couldn't see the portal anymore and it was so, so dark!

"What is this place?!" She screamed at the nothingness of the dark that surrounded her. She was scared and she couldn't deny such feeling!

Was this actually a punishment for yelling at the heavens?! But she didn't mean any offence!

Louise shut her eyes to avoid crying. Then there was white... So bright that she couldn't see a thing and that only increased her panic when she felt like she was falling. Falling very fast actually, but more importantly, she felt… snow?

There was snow as she fell, and it was so very cold…

But not as cold as the darkness that engulfed her once again, probably because she finally hit the ground.

Chatter.

She heard voices.

'I'm not dead?' Louise opened her eyes, looking at a clouded sky. White filled with very smooth snow falling. She could barely see it. The floor was extremely cold and hard. Around her, she could see she was surrounded by buildings and walls. The architecture looked strange, too bland and white, but not like commoner housing, just... different.

Sitting up, she noticed she was in a wide open space. Louise looked around, spotting several people around her. 'Commoners?!' She was about to yell with the indignity of being stared at like she was-

Wait, some of them had wands on their hands, and familiars too! They were mages, not commoners!

But where was she then? They looked like students, all wearing the same clothes like uniforms, but not like her uniform. While she wore a white shirt, black skirt and her nobility cloak, they wore strange trench coats. Girls' were with white and long enough to cover the skirt area, with black stockings for their legs and boots with little variety in color, while guys' wore black and shorter trench coats with pants, also with little variety in color, with usually black shoes. Some even wore scarfs, but all of those were blue.

She couldn't recognize the uniform at all. There were no other magic academies! But worse yet, she couldn't recognize the language! She couldn't understand their gibberish!

Louise couldn't take that. How? This was probably some barbarian land no one cared about! But what was she doing here again?! Her thoughts were a real mess, but they were interrupted when she heard a foot tapping near her.

Looking around, she spotted a boy her age who looked very impatiently at her. He wore the same uniform, very dark hair, blue eyes, and the skin tone looked different than either Tristain's tone, or Germanian's tone. All of them did in fact. The unusual black hair and common brown hair seemed normal among them.

Louise stood up, keeping her proud and aristocratic look, and stared back.

He merely crossed his arms and frowned, only looking around when some people snickered, before looking at her again.

Their staring contest was broken in a few seconds when Louise spoke. "I demand to know where I am, sir." She spoke calmly. They didn't need her respect; she doubted they could be greater than her Valliére name. She would only give them the education of a refined lady.

The boy pursed his lips and looked at the woman who looked old enough to be the teacher while gesturing at Louise, as if she had just proven a point for him. Louise arched an eyebrow and looked at the woman, who she knew couldn't be a noble for she was wearing pants, not very lady-like, or noble-like for that matter. Surprisingly, the woman shook her head with authority and the boy bit back an angry response before looking at her sharply.

"Anata no hiza no ue!" She couldn't understand a thing.

"What language are you speaking, you mongrel!?" She couldn't believe this! How could they possibly invent another language!? And why?!

Again some more snickering and comments, and the boy barked back at them, and then showing his immense lack of patience with her, pointed a wand at her legs. "Prolapsio!"

Louise bit back a un-lady-like scream as an immense pain filled her legs and she promptly fell on the floor. Some people gasped and he only yelled at them again. "W-what did you-?!" She stopped when the wand was pointed at her forehead. This looked like…

"Kono seizon, denryoku ni yori hikidasa reru, wa ware no tsukaima, to o okonau ware no hitsuyō ga deska." With a poke on her forehead, Louise was speechless.

This looked exactly like a familiar summoning! Exactly like it! She wanted to get out of there right then, maybe give this bastard mage a good explosion before doing so.

That was way too much for her to take in, and before she realized, his lips were already on hers. When he pulled away, he didn't look happy.

He stood up before she could try to strangle him. Her face was red as a tomato, while the pain on her legs disappeared slowly. "Wha-wha-wah-wa…" No words came out at all. She just couldn't! She was blown away by all of this! It just couldn't be!

She was Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Valliére! She COULDN'T become someone's familiar! She was panicking before the minute was over, almost hyperventilating.

'This can't be! It can't be! No, no, no, no, NO!'

At the same time, the teacher apparently dismissed everyone, and instead of flying away like normal mages, they just walked away with their familiars, including the teacher, who before leaving, gave the boy a pat on the back and spoke some words that felt like a consolation.

The two were the only ones left. Louise quietly panicking and the boy mumbling angrily to himself, as if saying 'Why me, of all people?'

"I should be the one saying that…!" Louise mumbled with rage. But in her angry and panicked state, failed to realize that something was burning. Or better, her hand… was burning…

The air was suddenly stuck in her lungs, the pains was getting more unbearable by each second. "Ow, ow!" She looked at her right hand. "F-familiar runes!? T-this- this c-can't be-!" She was about to cry in despair and pain, but everything was blurry and finally, after what was now the worst day of her life and hopefully just a nightmare, Louise the Familiar passed out.

Oh boy, what now…?!

Ok, Important here, I know you don't wanna, but come on, don't be lazy.

Soooo, it's been a long time since I've written a fic, for those who remember me… because of Ore no Sekai… yeah, sorry. I totally lost my nerve with that fic, I seriously don't know what to do with it.

BUT for those who wanted to read the story, thank you, I hope you enjoyed. I actually enjoyed writing it, I believe that's the main key for a good story, the writer needs to enjoy their work. (and they also need a build-in Crap Detector to know that what they're enjoying is not crap, but that's something we can talk about later.)

For those who do know me (Don't know who would, seriously, it's been a LONG time) also knows that this chapter is short, I usually write stuff with +3,000 words each chapter, but for this story, I'll try to write shorter stuff, so it can get easier to update, I'm a real slacker with long chapters. Let's hope this works.

P.S: For those who really don't know me (not surprising), you should know that I take my writing seriously. I don't put Japanese words in the middle of English dialogues, nor author notes. I constantly check my grammar, even after posting, and I wish for constructive criticism, you know, it helps. I do try to write something I consider readable, with smooth writing, in-character and with a solid plot, so I hope you, sweet fans of Zero no Tsukaima like myself, can enjoy this.

Also, I answer all reviews through PM, I'm willing to answer whatever question anyone might have. :3

I'll start the next chapter once I get one review, to know if this is worth something. If not then... well, next plot bunny we go!