Disclaimer: I do not own Mahou Sensei Negima. Ken Akamatsu does. Not me, him. This is my first Fanfic (ever), so please read & review so that I know if I'm doing any good, or am just a disgrace to the profession.
Prologue
"You fucked up bad my friend".
Two men stood in the middle of a grey, barren room. One man had hooks plunged into his wrists, which were attached to chains in the ceiling. The other man was standing in front of the chained man, wearing a black leather trench coat and red sunglasses. And he was glaring intensely at the chained man. "Not only did you fuck up bad, you fucked up ROYALY!!! Didn't I SPECIFICALLY tell you NOT to fuck this job up?!?!" The man in black yelled. "Sir…I tried…she was just too good. Honest." The chained man stammered painfully. "She?" The man in black shook his head. "The fact that you would let a GIRL do this makes me want to vomit my intestines. But the only intestines I'll be seeing today will belong to you, asshole." He then pulled out a small wooden box. He opened it and pulled out a gleaming scalpel. The chained man began to squirm. "Sir please," He begged, "I've never let you down before and…" "One million good deeds will not make up for this horrendous fault!" The man in black snarled. "I told you how much this was worth, and you let it slip away anyway! Now, I must have my pound of flesh." The man in black grabbed the chained man's head and made a deep incision in his forehead. He then proceeded to rip the man's scalp off. As the chained man screamed in agony, the man in black began to run the scalpel down the man's face. One more tug, and his face was ripped off. The man screamed louder. "Shut the fuck up, or else I'll REALLY give ya something to cry about!" When the chained man continued to scream, the man in black pulled out another scalpel and thrust both blades into the mans eyes. "Yeah, do ya like that, eh?" The man yelled. He ran the two blades deeper into the man's eye sockets, until he finally fell silent.
Two men stood outside the room, listening carefully. "My god," the first one chocked, "What's the boss doin' to him?" "This is nuthin'", The second one said, "You should'a seen 'im when he found out his wife was cheatin' on 'im." "What happened?" The first one gulped. The second one chuckled. "If I told ya, you'd shit yer pants!" The door opened, and the man in black suddenly emerged from the room, drenched in blood. "Here, hold this." He handed something to the first man. It was a human heart. "Jesus Fucking H. Christ In A Taxicab!!!" He cried out, dropping the heart to the ground. The man in black ignored him. "Get Señor Jefe on the phone." He growled to the second man. "Tell him there's been a problem."
Mana Tatsumiya was walking down the Mahora courtyard. She had a large sniper rifle slung over her shoulder, and was carrying a huge silver briefcase in her hand. Another figure suddenly emerged from her right. "How did the job go?" Setsuna asked. "Not too bad." Mana responded. Setsuna motioned toward the briefcase in Mana's hand. "What's in that?" She asked. "I don't know." Mana responded. "It smells kinda fishy, though."