First, the stereotypical disclaimer, i do not own the characters of Negima. However, all of the characters that do not belong to Negima are my original creations and please get my permission before using them.

Secondly, this is not a story where i am attempting to add a character that's going to be there to help and support Negi. As you'll find out in this chapter, as i have hopefulyl conveyed it, the main OC of the story does not consider Negi a friend. Whether or not this changes as the stories goes on has yet to be decided and will likely depend on fan reaction and such things, as many things in the story are not set in stone.

Thirdly, if you have any ideas for events or characters for the story feel free to submit them and I'd love to hear them, just know that I may or may not use them depending on how they fit into the story. Enjoy.

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The words echoed through the filled halls as the students waited with a combination of anxiety and excitement for their diplomas to be awarded to them. "Negi Springfield." A small boy, younger then all of the graduates, nearly jumped at hearing his name called. In a quick, awkward motion he made his way up tor receive his diploma, a large smile plastered on his face upon receiving his diploma. Applause erupted more so then for any of the other graduates, many adults who had been sitting stood to give their applause and their recognition of his accomplishments.

With a bashful expression the boy moved back into line as the roll call continued. As he returned to line the people around him congratulated him and in his high spirits he clapped and cheered as the roll call continued and all of his friends were called. Finally there came a name when the applause quieted down, still present but not seemingly transparent. "Thellin Herose." The boy that approached the stage was a few years older than Negi.

His short black hair was uncombed, sitting haphazardly upon his head and his eyes store blankly ahead as he accepted the diploma. The dean of the school who had been handing out the diplomas whole heartedly congratulated Thellin before sending him back to the line. Thellin left back for the line with a slight smile on his face, but one a little different from the other smiles of the graduates. His was more rebellious looking, more dangerous. It was the smile that the victor has at the end of a long battle.

The ceremony went on for a while longer before it finally ended and the graduates where dismissed to view their diplomas and find out their next assignment. As Negi walked down the hall out of the ceremony he was immediately found by his older sister Nekane and his childhood friend Anya. "Congratulations, Negi!" were the first words out of Nekane's mouth she threw her arms around Negi to give him a large hug.

Anya, however, was more interested in something else. "Negi, what's written on your diploma, has it been decided yet?" However, before Negi could respond or even open his diploma Anya interrupted to answer the question that wasn't asked, "Mine said a fortune teller in London! What's yours?"

Negi opened up the blank diploma and watched as the ink on the edge of the diploma began to move into the center and take form. "It's telling me now." Negi watched, welling up with excitement, and then as the words took form the surprise made the group of three seem to nearly pop.

A Teacher in Japan

After the words clicked with Nekane she nearly fainted, while Anya started shouting, "A teacher?! You can't be a teacher! You're just a little kid!" Negi attempted to help Nekane on to her feet as Anya's verbal barrage of insults to Negi and reasons why he couldn't fulfill his assignment continued.

Regaining her senses Nekane said, "We should go talk to the headmaster. Surely there must be some sort of mistake." With a nod from Anya and without a chance for him to object and state his own ability, Negi was dragged to the headmaster's office.

There was conversation on the other side of the door but Nekane didn't hear it as she loudly and quickly knocked on the door. The conversation ceased and the old man that was the principal of the academy called through the doors, "Come in." As Nekane opened the doors and burst through she momentarily forget what she was going to say when she realized that the headmaster wasn't alone in the room.

The boy from graduation, Thellin, was also in the room and Nekane looked him momentarily. She was both surprised to see him, embarrassed at barging in, and had a mild sense of distaste in her mouth. However, she quickly snapped back to her senses and turned to the headmaster completely ignoring the extra person, "I think there's been a mistake with Negi's diploma, Principal."

The elderly man stroked his long beard, "Now that's the second time today I've heard of a mistake with a diploma, what's the case this time?"

Reaching down to grab Negi's diploma and holding it up Anya said, "It says that Negi is supposed to be a teacher! A shrimp like Negi can't be a teacher."

"There must be some sort of mistake, Negi's too young to be a teacher and in a foreign place like Japan…" Akane's voice had become more pleading as she talked. The Principle, however, seemed rather indifferent to her tone or voice.

In a dignified and strong willed tone the headmaster said, "The diploma's are of a greater magic, and they do not make mistakes. Consider this the will of the spirits and accept it, as accommodations have already been made for Negi in a school in Japan. I am a friend of the dean their and it should serve as a suitable place for Negi to continue his training."

Nekane and Anya continued to argue both proposing "Buts" or "What ifs" until the principle cut them off again. "How would it make you feel to know that Negi will not be going to Japan alone?"

The arguments ceased momentarily, and Nekane feeling some relief asked, "Is there another student who will be completing an assignment Japan near where Negi will be?" The principle nodded with a yes and Nekane seemed to look relieved. "Who is it?"

With a complacent smile the headmaster pointed to the boy who was already in the room before her, "Thellin will be heading to Japan to complete his assignment as well."

The calmness in Nekane left and was replaced by shock and reignited her arguments, though Anya said nothing. "But-" Akane stopped, and took a deep breath, confusing Negi and Anya. She changed her expression to her usual carefree smile and looked at Negi and Anya while asking, "Sorry, Negi, Anya, but can I have a word with the principal and Thellin, please?" Both Negi and Anya nodded and left the room, leaving just the three. Nekane turned back to the headmaster, "While I understand that Thellin himself has done nothing wrong, and that he has like Negi earned the right to go on to his secondary training assignment, I would rather that he not be around Negi. I don't mean to offend you, Thellin, it's just-"

Thellin, who had remained silent, interrupted her, "None taken. I feel the same way, and would rather not be around Negi, or you for that matter. However, I'm not giving up my assignment just because Negi is going to be there."

Folding her arms, Nekane's overly protective sister instinct, which had been active before but was now becoming more and more alarmed forced her to ask, "And what's your job going to be? Something far away from people I hope?"

Reaching into his bag, pulling out his diploma, and giving it to Nekane, Thellin responded, "Only in a figurative sense." Nekane's jaw nearly dropped as she read the diploma.

"A guidance counselor?" She started to say something else, but stopped herself, and regained her composure, "It doesn't seem like a very suiting job for you."

"My thoughts as well." Taking the diploma back and putting it in his bag, Thellin asked, "Is it at all possible for me to switch to a different assignment?"

The headmaster who had been watching the two quarrel shook his head, "No, assignments are no changeable or swappable or anything like that. You will be expected to complete your assignment if you wish to become a Magister Magi."

Nekane, realizing any more of this arguing was pointless, politely took her leave, leaving just Thellin and the Headmaster in the room. After Nekane was safely out of earshot Thellin mumbled loudly in a sarcastic tone, " 'the world will regard him as a hero!' 'It'll be like saving this child's future!' Bull. Shit."

The old man simply chuckled and said, "Not everyone's like that, and its just because she doesn't know the entire story. After all, by law you're the only one who can tell someone about it and your busy locking yourself away to attempt to try and connect with someone." The old man reached under his desk and pulled out a letter, "back to what we were discussing, though."

Thellin, who had been sitting in one of the chairs, stood up and gave a slight bow, "With all due respect, Principle, I don't believe there's anything left to say. Those bastards down at Pariactricts can take that 'invitation' and those 'recommendations' and cram them up their ass. It'll do a hell of a lot more good then it would giving them to me."

Sighing, the headmaster replied, "I understand, I'll tell them that you will decline their help. Oh, but there was one more thing I wanted to tell you."

Raising an eyebrow as he looked back at the headmaster Thellin asked, "And that is?"

"It was decided when we found out what your secondary assignment would be that if you wanted to participate and complete your assignment you will be require to attend psychiatric meetings for a psycho analysis at least once every three weeks." After a moment the old man said, "And before you say anything about unfairness or unjustness you should think about the fact that you reap what you sow."

Picking up his bag off of his chair and slinging it over his shoulder, the boy said, "Touché old man. Anyways, if I'm going to be expected to ruin the lives of an entire generation of students then I'd best be prepared, so I'm off." As he was about to leave the room, the boy added in a lower, softer voice, "Keep in touch."

"Have a fun time." After Thellin had left the room the headmaster chuckled to himself as he tossed the letter he had been referencing earlier into a box labeled 'Complaints'. "Byproduct of Cold War Jeniva project becomes middle school counselor. What an odd world we live in."

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Any comments, reveiws and such greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter.