Disclaimer: I do not own Negima! or any of its characters. They all belong to Ken Akamatsu. Thank you, Mr. Akamatsu!

A few words:

To me, Setsuna was one of the most influential characters in the entire manga. To be honest, though, my focus was completely on Negi from the beginning, and I watched his progress without much thought for the others. It was only, I think, during the MW arc that I thought back to the Kyoto arc and realized just how much of a great character Setsuna is, and just how incredible the KonoSetsu pairing is. While they had some good few chapters in the spotlight, I believed that Setsuna was underdeveloped, and one could just do so much more with her character.

Their relationship- it's something else. First of all: the same sex issue. It's somewhat of a problem our "modern" world still faces. Millions upon millions of LGBT children commit suicide over feelings that they never chose to have, feelings that they just can't help. Having these feelings are still considered taboo in most parts of the world, and seeing that children and teens already have enough problems when it comes to self-discovery, being gay can be hell on earth for a lot of them. Not only do a lot of people refuse to accept them, but they end up not accepting themselves as well.

Then, there's the social status. Setsuna sees herself as a lowly servant, unworthy of Konoka's friendship, much less her love. THEN there's the issue of her being a half-demon, and seeing as how Setsuna is already problematic with being gay, I can't imagine how much torment she puts herself through when she thinks of her hanyou-ness, only to be made worse by her albino features that are considered a curse among the demon tribe. Finally, she has carried the guilt of her "carelessness" when they were children, which she thinks led to Konoka's life being in danger when she almost drowned in the river. The only thing keeping her sane is her duty to her Ojou-sama, which she would give her life in a second for, which she would do anything for, and which she had given up her Shinmeiryuu life for (she was abandoned since she chose to leave the association to follow and protect Konoka. I think this was a bigger issue than was let on.)

Konoka, on the other hand, sees none of this and only sees her loyal friend and protector, who has never left her side aside from training to become stronger to be able to protect her even better. All of these "issues" are something that Konoka never bothers herself with, aside from Setsuna's albino features which she adores. She would also give her life for Setsuna in a second, who she sees as her equal, and would face all the condescending in the world if it means having her as her partner.

They have literally the best love story I have ever read about, and I've read tons of books. I never get tired of reading about them when I re-read the manga, read about them in fan fictions or even in debates in numerous forums. I'm pretty sure their story has some kind of underlying satire in the middle of it all. Somewhere there. I will also never tire of reading about Setsuna in general, whose undying loyalty, strength of character and general badassery always serves as an inspiration to me when it comes to school, work or training.

After days of solemnly praying for a KonoSetsu spin-off, I decided to try my hand at it, my first fan fiction, and I hope I do Setsuna's character justice. To our favorite half-demon and her girlfriend we all wish we had!

***Rating might change later on. Also, wherever there's a Setsuna, there's a Konoka.***

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CHAPTER ONE: SAKURAZAKI

She had no tears left to cry. Her tiny white wings were battered, her small body had bruises all over, and she has being lying out in the rain for hours. She hadn't slept for longer- every time she closed her eyes, she could see the hatred in their faces. She could hear them jeering at her, telling her they couldn't wait to sacrifice her- to kill her, for she was a curse. They condemned her white wings that they say would destroy the entire tribe. She could feel their rough hands handling her, dragging her to her feet and bruising her porcelain white arms. When her legs couldn't take the abuse and she fell, she felt a sharp kick hit her stomach. She cried out.

"She is just a child!"

"I don't care. She will bring ruin to this tribe!"

"She has done nothing wrong!"

"It is the law of our people."

Run, Setsuna.

"Step aside. Give us the abomination."

Run, Setsuna. Please.

"You can't take her!"

Setsuna..

"If you don't back off now, you will forfeit your life. This is for the tribe and our people."

SETSUNA! RUN!

All she could remember was being shoved through a hole in the gate, which cut her already black and blue arm. She stood up and ran as fast as her small legs could take her. She heard a scream and she felt her heart clench for just a second, before a tiny pair of beautiful white wings burst out from her back. Only instinct and fear kept her above ground, and she raced through the forest as fast as she could. She did her best to ignore the many cuts she got from getting tangled in branches, and her throbbing bruises that the tribe gave her before she escaped.

Setsuna..

She remembered the pleading voice. She remembered the scream. Setsuna dared to look back for whatever reason, and allowed herself to breathe when she saw no one was following her. Then everything went black.

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The tree she was leaning against was the tree she bumped into which knocked her out. It's been hours since she woke up- and when she did, she cried. She cried and she cried and she cried, remembering the abuse, the voice, the scream. She was scared and lonely, and all she could do was cry, which made her tiny throbbing head hurt even more.

Her eyes were dry now, in only one sense, since she was soaked to the bone because of the relentless rain. She stood up and began walking in the direction opposite of where she came from. Whoever saved her gave their life so she could have hers, and she wasn't about to waste it.

She trudged silently through the trees, having just enough energy to put one foot in front of the other. She felt her foot hit something mid-step, which she found was an apple. She hungrily grabbed it, and let the rain wash off the mud for a moment before sinking her teeth into it. She finished it in no time, and cupped her hands to catch the rain to drink. She decided to sit down and rest for awhile, trying to regain her energy. She concentrated on the space on her back between her shoulder blades, and slowly brought out her tiny wings. She let the rain wash over them while she began gently mending her right wing, which was caught in one of the branches during her escape. She then turned her attention to her left, which was a lot better off and took less time. She stood up, giving them a test flap, blowing droplets of rain all around her.

She smiled.

She loved her wings. They were so soft and so white, and they let her fly so high up in the sky and glide with the wind. They twitched, tingled and sometimes even flapped softly according to her emotions. They were a part of her.

But they cause everyone else great pain. They caused me great pain.

She found her eyes weren't quite as dry as she thought they were. She let her tears fall freely, and she let her sobs rack her small body. All she could hear was her crying, and that heart-piercing scream she heard as she escaped, and their taunting and cursing and shouting. What she couldn't hear were the slow, steady footsteps heading straight towards her.

"We've finally found the abomination." He was huge. His black wings were flared out behind him, his claws stretched out menacingly.

"It's about time." This one was a little shorter than the first one, but his arms were much bigger, more muscular, and could easily crush a little half demon to pieces.

"You've caused us and the rest of the tribe a lot of trouble, little girl. Now do us a favor and die peacefully." She didn't even bother looking at this one. There was only one thing on her mind right now.

Setsuna..

She grabbed a stick on the ground and managed to deflect a claw coming towards her neck, which saved her life but twisted her wrist badly. She cried out in pain, but managed to dodge their attacks using her wings to keep her off the ground and just one millisecond out of reach. She saw an opportunity and was about to zoom away, when one of them managed to grab her leg and pulled her to the ground. His claw dig in her leg deep and she could feel her blood coming out as she sprawled helplessly in the mud. She could sense another claw coming down towards her body. She closed her eyes.

The last thing she remembered before passing out was a sword. A long, beautiful sword, coming between her and her death.