Disclaimer: Naruto and all related characters are the property of Masashi Kishimoto, Negima and all related characters are the property of Ken Akamatsu. This is purely for entertainment only.

Important note: Yes... This is a Naruto/Harem fic with the girls of Negima, however Let me make this perfectly clear to everyone. I will NOT under ANY circumstances put the following girls in the harem.

Konoka

Setsuna (Let's make one thing perfectly clear THEY ARE LESBIANS! The fact that EVERY SINGLE other fanfic I read in this setting has Naruto hook up with them just reeks of unfortunate implications "Oh they're not gay, they just haven't met the right man... I admit I wouldn't be so annoyed with this trend if EVERY SINGLE WRITER of these types of fics wasn't doing it. Seriously... STOP IT YOU GUYS! FIND SOME OTHER GIRLS TO FOCUS ON!

and finally Evangeline... Let me make this perfectly clear... I do not care if she's an immortal Vampire, or how old she really is... It's still a ten-year old's body. IT'S STILL SICK! And no... I'm not going to "Age her up" either. That would be nothing more than a cheap cop-out to take away the creepiness of intimacy with a character I don't even like.

Anyone who asks me to include these girls... I fully intent to block immediately. You don't have to like my opinions, but at the same time I don't have to like your fanfics.

Okay... Now that, we got that ugliness out-of-the-way. (Assuming you have not left. On with the show.)

Chapter: 1 Prologue

(Mahora Academy: Gymnasium.)

Ayaka Yukihiro pounded a punching bag with impunity. Her frustration shone through in a permanent angry scowl shown upon her normally beautiful face. The bag flew back and forth as her punches and kicks threw it around like a rag doll. Months of frustration finally being taken out on something.

It all boiled down to a feeling of helplessness. Her teacher, and most of her friends were super-powerful warriors, and mages capable of going on adventures in dangerous realms, and coming back virtually unscathed. Meanwhile at the end of the day, Ayaka was still just a normal class president/heiress. Unable to really help out, or contribute in any serious way past moral support. It was just so frustrating she wanted to scream out her fury and jealousy at times.

She finally finished up when a final kick ended up sending the bag of sand flying off it's hook nearly crushing her under its weight as it hit the floor with a resounding thud. She just stood there for a moment looking at her handiwork. Trying to admire it, but frustrated beyond all hell that she knew it still wasn't enough. With a sigh, she closed her eyes trying to blink away the tears she knew were building up.

Slowly she made her way back to the locker room to shower and change. Sitting on a bench, she unlaced her size-six gym shoes, and slipped them off. Then grabbing, and peeling off her sweaty matching white socks, revealing dainty, delicate, and well pedicured feet with cherry-red painted toenails. Tucking her socks inside her shoes for safe keeping. She then stood up, and carefully peeled her shirt up over her head revealing a large bust barely contained within a white sports bra. Carefully folding her shirt up, her bra soon followed revealing a massive chest that fully exemplified her womanly figure. Carefully folded atop her shirt. Black shorts, and white panties soon followed leaving her in all her nude glory as she folded those too, and made her way to the shower.

The hot water felt so refreshing on her skin as Ayaka finally let the tears fall freely. She still did not sob though, there was no place for that. It felt like all her pain, and resentment was washed away as she scrubbed herself down with a peach scented body wash, then Shampoo'd and conditioned her hair.

She came out feeling better as she quickly changed into her normal clothes. luckily today wasn't a school day, so she didn't have to wear her uniform today. A simple but elegant white blouse, a ruffled black skirt that fell to just below her knees, and simple black flats that barely covered her toes were her outfit of choice for today. It was a good look for Ayaka. She knew she didn't have to show a lot of skin to turn heads.

Carefully, brushing, and drying her hair. She smiled as she got ready to step outside. Was it a true smile, and had she accepted her fate, or was it merely just a mask to hide how she really felt? At this moment even Ayaka didn't know. She just tried her best to keep it out of her mind as she stepped out into the world.

*BOOM!*

Fortunately for her. It seemed Destiny had other plans.

(Mahora Academy: Pool.)

Akira Okouchi floated aimlessly across the pool. The tall swimmer had a lot on her mind recently. She was feeling like a fifth wheel in terms of helping her teacher, and friends on their adventures. As much as she loved to swim, it felt odd being the possessor of a pactio that was only useful around bodies of water. Her other friends, could use magic, destroy walls bare handed, fly, use powerful weapons, heal others, and all sorts of useful things. What could she do? Only teleport through water. Not that she wasn't grateful for that ability, she just sometimes wished she could do more, even if only just a bit.

She grunted in pain as her head bounced off the side of the pool. She wasn't floating very fast, so the pain was minimal. The pain did little to mask the fear and doubt in her mind as she righted herself, and started swimming off to the ladder to climb out, she was starting to prune pretty bad, and could use some time to dry off.

She climbed out of the pool, and headed to the locker room. Peeling off her blue swimsuit, she quickly showered and got dressed. a simple white sweater, and denim dress that fell a third of the distance between her knees and the floor. She carefully slipped her size-eight feet into an old slightly worn pair of velvety-blue low-heel pumps with silver metal beads covering the toe sections. A present from her parents for winning a swim tournament a year and a half ago.

She made her way out the door just as Ayaka was coming in from the gym. Akira would have stayed and said hi, but she could tell just by a quick glance at the unknowing Ayaka, that the girl just wanted to be alone now. She simply just smiled awkwardly as she exited the locker room. If Ayaka wanted to talk about it, she likely would have brought it up with one of her friends.

With a smile she made her way across the fields, just checking to see if there was anything worth seeing on the way back to her dorm. After several minutes of pacing a circle around campus, she saw her classmate Chizuru Naba running frantically across the campus grounds, as if she saw something interesting and was chasing it. "Akira! Run!" She screamed. Akira looked around trying to see what it was that had her classmate's attention, but it was only when she looked straight up into the sky she had her answer.

A large, swirling, glowing yellow ball of energy was falling straight down towards the ground. Right at her!

*THUD!* The wind was knocked from her sails as she felt Chizuru tackle her backwards, and that was the last she remembered before a giant flash of yellow and a deafening explosion rocked her ears!

*BOOOOM!*

(Mahora Academy: Soccer Field.)

Chizuru Naba smiled faintly as she lay on a small blanket in the middle of the empty field. The redhead watched the passing clouds with passing interests. She had some free time on her hands, and decided to get some rest watching the clouds since it was too bright out for her other hobby, Astronomy.

It was strange how she felt when things were calmed down from the usual chaos of life in Mahora. On one hand she was happy for days when nothing too out of the ordinary happened. On the other though, she yearned for days when even more would happen. When the chaos would come right up to her doorstep, when she could finally do something about it herself.

Chizuru was a young woman blessed with many great things in her life. Amazing looks, great friends, more money than most people will ever see in their entire lives. Yet she still felt unhappy at times. She did her best to put on a brave face for all who came, still at times she could not help but feel the yearning wish to do more, to be more to her class than just moral support, and domestic care. She didn't want to feel helpless and reliant on others in an increasingly hostile world.

With a sigh, she got up off the blanket, and dusted off her black sweater, and shin-length tan ruffled skirt. Regaining her smile as she padded to the edge of the blanket, and slipped her simple size-seven-and-a-half black pumps back on her well-pedicured feet. She reached down, and picked up the blanket, folding it up into a neat compact square. She would wash it when she got back to the dorms. She was just about to head back to the dorm when she saw something out the corner of her eye.

Looking up her eyes widened as she saw a large ball of some sort of glowing substance plummeting towards the ground. In Chizuru's mind she was calculating the angles and trajectories and realized that the object was heading straight for the campus grounds.

Everything in the redhead's mind told her to run away. That she did not want to be near that thing when it hit the ground. Logic told her not to go, but her arms and legs were not listening dropping the blanket to the grass, and kicking away her shoes as she ran desperately to try to warn and save the school.

'What am I doing?' Her rational side tried to reason. 'This is insane, this is stupid, if I try to go there, I'll likely die! I can't save anyone. I have no magic, no powers, no weapons, nothing!' Still she charged forward determined to do whatever needed to be done.

Time seemed to stand still, seconds turned to minutes as she ran harder than she ever had before, grass was torn out the ground by her toes and tossed high in the air with every step she took. Her lungs ached, her body was quickly becoming sore, but she still pressed on.

She spotted Akira walking around, seemingly unaware of the immediate danger facing her.

"Akira! Run!" She croaked out as loud as she possibly could. It was getting bigger closer, ready to land right atop her classmate. Akira looked to her sides, then finally up, eyes widening at her immediate death!

Chizuru would not let herself fail. Not let Akira die without at least trying to protect her! With a determined cry, she lowered her head, and shoulders, with a final burst of speed she slammed her shoulder hard into Akira's midsection, pushing her down to the soft grass. It would be no good. Even if she pushed her out of the direct impact, the shock of being right next to it would likely kill them both. With a final defiant act of protection. Chizuru quickly moved on top of Akira, tucking her head, and torso as best she could under her body. One last thought moving through her mind.

'I'm sorry everyone... I failed.'

*BOOOOM!*

End of prologue

Have I caught your interests yet? Be sure to leave a review. Even if it's just to tell me how much I suck. I'm sorry for my rant at first. I just got so sick of seeing the same-old-same-old harems. I realized I'd have to work to change that. Thank you for your time, and I'll try my very best not to leave you hanging for too long.