Edit 3/30/2016:

Small change, changed the term "weed" to "normal", b/c that's apparently what they use in Third High (officially, reference Volume 19)

Changed "bloom" to "elite" as well. (non-canon, but i felt i had to do something to go along with the above canon change.)


Update 12/24/2015:

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!

Just threw up the first (official) chapter of the 9SC. It's going to be slow going from here on out with sporadic uploads due to school (yay...college...).

Also some of my source material for this (the Mahouka Koukou no Yuutousei manga) is still updating verrrrrryyyy slooooowwwwlllyyyy and is all raw (as of the 9SC arc) so it's slow writing as well (bless google translate tho).

No matter, thanks for stopping by and reading!

If you have any ideas, or anything you would like to see in here, feel free to review or message! Thanks for the support!


I don't own mahouka, all rights belong to their respective owners.

This is something that I've been wanting to do for a while, a story that follows the Third High guys, Masaki and George and a few classmates.

Just a heads up, a few OCs ahead.


Masaki was one of the last of the first-years to leave the auditorium. Figures. Most of the freshmen were too excited on their first day of high school to be lingering around. Some would be looking for their classrooms, others making new friends and meeting other students. There probably wasn't going to be any instruction going on today; the students would be shown around to see the facilities, the practice rooms, maybe the library. Many of them had been counting the days to when they could enroll in a Magic High School. Masaki looked up to see a yellow octogram on a field of red emblazoned at the top of the school tower.

Third High. One of the three magic high schools that had the most demanding curriculum and the one that had the greatest emphasis on combat magic. Together with First and Second High, it accepted two hundred students per year, divided into Course 1 and Course 2, "elite" and "normal", honor students and irregulars. Of course, as part of the Ichijou family and the Ten Master Clans, he had gotten into Course 1. It was almost impossible for someone from the ten not to get into Course 1; an occurrence like that would be unthinkable, and that unfortunate person would never live it down.

Despite all the fuss, he didn't think of Course 2 students as any less than a Course 1 student. He thought that the discrimination was borderline idiocy; you never knew what a magician was capable of just because they were supposedly ranked lower than you; some magician's specialties could be quite surprising.

Masaki entered the Course 1 wing of the main school building. It was probably a good idea to find his classroom; it wouldn't send a good message to the rest of the student population if the freshman representative was tardy to class on the first day of school.

Turning the corner, he spotted a familiar face. The boy had an average stature and what could be called a slender physique. Despite his looks, Masaki knew that he was capable of feats of his own, not only physical, but intellectual ones as well.

"George, were you waiting on me?"

Kichijouji Shinkurou, better known as Cardinal George to the magic intellectual community, straightened up and fell into step with Masaki as he passed him.

"I was wondering where you were after the ceremony. We agreed to meet up on the steps. Good speech by the way; nice and short."

Masaki cast an apologetic glance towards his best friend.

"Sorry about that; I was held up when Student Council President Tsuzuya-kaichou gave me an offer to join Student Council as secretary."

Kichijouji didn't say anything, expecting Masaki to continue with his explanation. When he didn't, he spoke up.

"So...Did you accept it?"

Masaki shook his head.

"Turned her down. I get enough administrative stuff to do with otou-san giving me things to handle for the family. There's also a high chance I'll get recommended to the Disciplinary Committee or Club Management Group. They're more...action-oriented. Might be more interesting."

Giving a sideways glance, Masaki continued.

"Actually, don't you think you would make a good administrator? I think you're more than qualified for a position such as Student Council secretary."

kichijouji laughed.

"Maybe. We'll see if they approach me. After all I'm number two only to you in practical skills and better than you in theory."

Masaki sighed.

"You're bringing this up again? I thought you were done with that…"


Masaki let out a yawn and stretched at his desk. The welcome and introduction to Third High by their homeroom teacher was boring, as expected. Looking over the syllabus, freshman year was looking pretty easy as most of the topics that were to be discussed were covered by the tutor his parents hired over the course of his junior high education. That just meant more time for practical application.

"Well, looks like we won't be doing much for the rest of the day. Want to take a look around the facilities?"

Kichijouji swung himself onto the desk in front of Masaki, feet dangling off the floor. He had pulled out his terminal and a map of the school was displayed in the screen.

"Sure, why not. Might as well familiarize ourselves with our new home for the next three years."

Kichijouji shifted the map around a bit, looking at some of the rooms to find an appropriate starting location.

"Labs are on the other side of the school… library is probably not that great...how about the practice rooms? They're pretty close. Then we can take a look around the club rooms. We'll have more than enough time to look around."

Masaki got out of his desk, once again stretching his hands to the ceiling.

"It'll be good to get some blood flowing. Lead the way George."

The hallway outside was bustling with students talking to each other, exchanging contact information and meeting new friends. Some of the boys were trying to impress their new female classmates while some of them flirted back. However all conversation stopped as soon as Masaki and Kichijouji stepped outside the classroom.

Masaki could feel their eyes swing towards his direction and follow him down the hallway. Furious whispering reached his hearing as he passed by clusters of students.

"It's the Crimson Prince."

"I hear he took out an entire battalion of soldiers by himself!"

"His magical strength is top-notch!"

Some of the girls audibly sighed as he walked past.

"He's even more dreamy up close!"

"You're in his class? I'm so jealous!"

As Masaki and Kichijouji turned into a more deserted hallway, Masaki exhaled. Kichijouji cast a humorous look in his direction.

"Not letting fame get to your head, are you?"

Masaki in turn let out a laugh.

"Of course not. Hopefully the buzz and hype will die down over the next few weeks. I don't want to be admired or envied. I just want to be a regular high school student. People think being a member of the Ten is such a glamorous position, but in reality, it can be extremely lonely."

Masaki continued to look straight ahead.

"That's why I'm glad I have you, George. You treat me like a normal human being. And hopefully the rest of them will learn to do the same. I want to experience a normal high school life before being dragged off into national and international politics."

The two of them entered the hallway where all the practice rooms were located. There were some students poking around the rooms. Apparently some of the third years were holding a demonstration in one of the rooms. The two of them ignored the other students and found a room that was vacant.

"Practice Room #3"

The two of them walked into the room only to find that it wasn't so vacant after all.

The three current occupants all turned at the sound of the door closing. Seeing the girls, Masaki made a bow.

"Ah, pardon us. We thought this room was unoccupied. We'll take our leave."

Turning around to walk out, a voice called out that made Masaki stop.

"Not even going to say hello, Masaki?"

One of the three girls spoke up. Average height, crystal clear eyes, long blonde hair tied into two tails trailing down to her waist. Most boys would consider her beautiful.

Masaki had recognized her immediately.

Turning back, Masaki let out a breath.

"Isshiki Airi, it's been a while. I noticed you scored third on practical skills. I guess congratulations are in order?"

The blonde girl let out a slight chuckle.

"I suppose I should be flattered to be praised by the Crimson Prince himself, shouldn't I?"

Isshiki Airi was a member of the Isshiki clan, one of the 18 Assistant Houses. He had met her on occasion, during clan meetings and whatnot. As a fellow product of First Research Institute, she was also a candidate to be his fiancee.

"Since we are exchanging greetings, it would be rude to not introduce myself to your friends."

He turned to fully face the three girls. While he knew Airi, her two companions were unfamiliar to him. Knowing Airi's tendency not to associate with anyone outside of the Hundred Families, he guessed that these two were from one of the Numbered clans.

"Oh! We know full well who you are! It's a pleasure to meet you Masaki-kun!"

The first one to speak up was the shortest of the group. Her hair was a dull red and was even longer than Airi's, with bangs that swept into her eyes. The gleam in her gaze and the grin on her face marked her as the friendliest and most excitable of the group.

"Touko! It's rude to interrupt other people!"

The third girl scolded Touko; she appeared to be the most reserved and demure of the group. She had wavy hazel hair that extended to her chin line and soft eyes that seemed to be older than she appeared, making her the most thoughtful and introverted of the group. She bowed to Masaki in apology.

"Pardon us, Ichijou-san. Allow us to properly introduce ourselves. I am Kanou Shiori and this one," Shiori shot Touko a look, "is Tsukushiin Touko. We look forward to being in your care."

"Hey!" Touko pouted, "'this one'?"

Masaki chuckled inwardly. So he was right, they were from the Hundred. Nothing much came to mind but something about the Kanou clan tickled his memory.

He bowed to them in turn.

"Please, Masaki is fine. Since you already know who I am, I'll let my friend introduce himself."

Kichijouji stepped forward and bowed to the three girls.

"Kichijouji Shinkurou, but please call me Shinkurou. A pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is ours, Cardinal George."

Kichijouji raised his eyebrows at Shiori's comment.

"Eh? YOU are Cardinal George?!" Touko couldn't help but make an outburst.

"Touko…" Airi sighed in exasperation.

"I am quite familiar with the magic research community," Shiori continued, "To think that a scientist like you enrolled at Third High...even you Masaki-kun. With your credentials, I didn't think it would be necessary for the two of you to even enroll in high school."

Masaki let out a bark of laughter.

"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I want to be a high schooler while I still can."

Looking around the room, he turned back to the three girls.

"Well, it seems like you are also taking a look around the school. Would you three mind if George and I joined you?"


"The facilities here are amazing!"

After spending a good amount of the afternoon with their three new companions, Masaki and Kichijouji had grown used to Touko's unrestrained personality.

"No need to get so excited already; we'll be here for the next three years."

It also appeared that Shiori was the only one that could get Touko to be somewhat calm.

After leaving the practice rooms, the group returned to the main building, visiting the labs and libraries. They then headed over to the fields, where clubs held practice.

"Club Recruitment week is coming up isn't it?" intoned Touko.

"From what I hear, it's always a complete chaos with clubs trying to recruit the best performing students."

The conversation turned to a discussion of what clubs might interest each of them.

"So what do you think Masaki-kun?"

Masaki opened his mouth to answer Airi's question, but just as he was about to speak a commotion from the front entrance of the school distracted him. Yells and grunts could be heard and he detected magic activating. He took off at a run.

"Masaki!"

"Eh? Masaki-kun!"

Wow. It's been slightly more than 8 hours, and people are already trying to kill each other. This will be an interesting three years.

The rest of the group took off after him. They arrived at the scene of what looked to be a brawl; that was what he expected from the sounds picked up across the schoolyard.

What he didn't expect was for a girl to be in the center of the fray.

The girl's attacks flowed with the skill of someone with live action combat experience; not only that, but she had the grace of a dancer moving effortlessly through the forms.

She evaded one of the boy's punches with a slight lean to the right and spun around and knocked him off his feet with a backhand to the point between his shoulder blades. Before he was on the ground, she was already moving on to the next boy, whom she dropped with a low spin kick to the back of his knees.

Well, looks like she can handle herself.

While her physical display was impressive, a certain small detail drew his gaze.

Her shoulders were emblemless.

So...a Course 2 student.

He wasn't distracted for long, and it took him a moment to realize that one of the students began activating a magic sequence while the girl was dealing with another boy. He wouldn't be able to cancel it before it activated, but he could block it.

The students magic sequence completed; it looked to be some sort of chain of electricity. The girl knocked the other boy back and spun just as the electric whip began descending. Her eyes widened when she realized she was out of options. Masaki activated his own self-acceleration and 'Interference Armor' simultaneously, dashing forward and placing himself between the electric whip and the girl.

The magic shattered and Masaki took the moment of boy's shock to pin him to the ground. Masaki looked up and met the frosty glare of the girl. And gave a start. It was the first time he got a good look at the girl, and he realized just how beautiful she was. Slender figure, flowing hair so black it was almost blue, piercing eton-blue eyes.

If only she wasn't scowling...

"I don't need your help Ichijou-san. I can handle myself."

Masaki shook himself. He hadn't realized he had been staring.

Footsteps approached. Apparently, the school had been alerted of the fighting and two students arrived on the scene, an upperclassman boy and girl, who also happened to be the Student Council President.

"It's only been one day; how are students fighting already?"

The older boy sighed in exasperation.

"Hayato-kun, that just just means you have to take your job as Disciplinary Committee Chairman more seriously," the upperclassman girl chided.

"Ok, ok; just let me do my job Nanako. Why is Student Council down here anyway? Don't answer."

The older boy turned to the group of students in front of him.

"I'm Soshiroda Hayato, chairman of the Public Morals Committee. I'm in charge of making sure students don't end up dead on school property."

He glanced about the school yard. His gaze landed on Masaki. The other girl spoke up.

"Want to fill us in on the details Ichijou-san? Like why you are holding another student to the ground?"

Masaki realized that he was still pressing a knee into the other boys back. Releasing him, he stood up and bowed. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by Kichijouji.

"Sincerest apologies Tsuzuya-kaichou, Soshiroda-senpai. Masaki wasn't at fault, he was simply trying to stop the fighting, but it seems like it only made it worse. Next time we'll get the Disciplinary Committee instead of acting."

"No it's my fault."

The Course 2 girl stepped forward.

"They said some things about Course 2 students that angered me, so I attacked them."

Hayato stared intently at the scene in front of him for a few moments.

Then he burst out laughing.

"This is an interesting group of freshmen we have here, Nanako! Tell you what, since it's your first day, I'll let all of you off the hook."

Turning to the Course 1 boys groaning on the ground, he added.

"And for you, let this be a lesson."

Looking back at Masaki and the Course 2 girl, Hayato spoke.

"I would like to talk to the two of you some time if it's not too inconvenient."

Hayato spun around and walked back towards the school leaving the upperclassman girl standing in confusion. She ran off, trailing the Public Morals Chief. Their conversation could be heard by the freshman still standing in the school yard.

"That's it? No punishment, no reprimand?"

"What do you want me to do? Those boys were asking for it. I think they got what they deserved. And besides, Nako-chan, are you going to prevent me from not doing anything? Technically, as Student Council President you don't have any more power than I do…"

"I told you not to call me that at school!"

Their voices faded off and the students turned to look at each other. Most of the knocked out boys had recovered and had gotten to their feet. They cast dirty glares back towards the Course 2 girl and Masaki as they left the scene.

Eventually the girl turned to leave too.

"Wait."

The girl turned around, looking slightly annoyed at Masaki's request.

"What do you want?"

"I never got your name."

"What for, so you can look down on me too, Crimson Prince?"

"No, I think the whole Course 2 thing is just stupid. I just wanted to get your name."

"Mugura Hana."

"Mugura Hana...well, Hana, your fighting is excellent."

Hana blushed slightly then scowled.

"I still don't need your help."

With that, she spun on her heels and stalked off.


"So how was the matriculation ceremony and your first day of school?"

The main family of the Ichijou were sitting around the dinner table. Ichijou Midori, Masaki's mother was the one that had posed the question directed towards Masaki.

"The matriculation ceremony went well. I would say my speech was above average, but I', not really one to say."

"That's great," intoned Ichijou Gouki, the head of the clan, "As a future leader, you should learn to be in front of people."

"The rest of the day went well...I got in a fight."

Silence permeated the table for a moment after that awkward statement.

"...Come again?"

"Well...I prevented a student from using a lethal spell on another student...the Public Morals Chairman didn't say anything so…"

His father sighed.

"Well...I guess standing up for another student is to applauded? Try not to get into any more scuffles if you can help it. As the Ten Master Clans, we have a reputation to uphold as the protectors of Japan…"

After that the rest of the meal turned to his two sisters. Akane starting her last year of elementary school and Ruri was starting her third year. Akane excitably talked about her new classmates while Ruri didn't have much to say.

While his two sisters and his mother were clearing up the table, his father stopped him as he was about to walk off to his room.

"There's going to be a Master Clan meeting tomorrow; you'll come with me. I expect to you refresh yourself on the other clans. Also, if any of your classmates stand out, be sure to tell me."

Masaki's father left him and he returned to his room.

Stand out…

The name that came to mind was Mugura Hana.


"...and lastly, that student with the lightning whip. Juuichiban Akisada. Comes from one of Element families that adapted and got incorporated into the Hundred. Thunder affinity. Magic centers around voltage manipulation, creating electric fields and moving charges. Scored seventh on practicals."

"And when did you have time to get not only their personal information, but their magic as well?"

"Hacking the school server wasn't that difficult."

Masaki raised his eyebrows.

"You hacked Third High's information server?"

"...well...yes."

Masaki shook his head.

"You really should join Student Council. They need someone that is as efficient as you...and maybe some of your 'skills'."

A notification flashed up on Kichijouji's terminal.

"Please report to the Student Council room."

Kichijouji paled slightly.

"I thought I cleaned everything up!"

Masaki laughed.

"It may not be as serious as you think. I kinda dropped your name to Tsuzuya-kaichou as a possible candidate for secretary."

Kichijouji glared at his friend.

Masaki threw his hands up.

"Hey, you needed a push. Kinda."

Kichijouji got up to leave, still staring bullets at Masaki.

"This conversation isn't over...we are going to have a long discussion."

Masaki kept on grinning as Kichijouji left the room. Just then his own terminal flashed a notification.

"Please report to Disciplinary Committee room."

Maybe they decided to do something about yesterday after all. Looks like George will be getting the last laugh of this one…

Sighing, he rose and left.

Masaki was almost surprised to see Hana when he walked in to the Disciplinary Committee room.

Almost.

Hana stood in the corner, intense gaze fixated on nothing; her position suggested she was ready to react to anything, however.

Hayato was leaning against the window sill. The Disciplinary Committee room had a view towards the schoolyard. Pink cherry blossoms dotted the picturesque landscape and fallen petals covered the pavement.

At the sound of the door closing, Hayato pushed himself into a standing position and turned towards the two first years. His expression had none of the lightheartedness of his countenance of yesterday.

"I'll make this short…I want the two of you to join the Disciplinary Committee. Just give me a verbal confirmation, and you'll be in."

Hana stiffened slightly.

"I'll be glad to accept, Soshiroda-senpai"

Masaki had secretly hoped to join, so he agreed readily and dipped into a bow.

Hana stood silent for a moment.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline."

Hayato cocked a brow.

"Oh? May I hear the reason? Not many turn down an offer like this."

"I'm afraid I won't be of much help being a Course 2 student and all."

Hana turned to leave.

"I'm sure you'll be able to find someone far more capable, Soshiroda-senpai."

Bowing, she left the room.

What an interesting student…

Shrugging, Hayato turned back to Masaki.

"Well, I can't force someone to join when they don't want to. Funny. I thought she'd jump at the opportunity to join us," Hayato sighed, "The divide between the two courses only grows year by year. I guess it was naive of me to think I could instigate change."

He seemed to notice that Masaki was still standing in the room.

"Sorry. You shouldn't have to hear my grumblings. We'll have a meeting after school where you can meet the other members."

Hayato eyed Masaki up and down. He turned and walked back to the window sill and went back to staring.

"I have a feeling it won't be long until you're in my position. Hopefully you'll be a better chief than I am."

Hayato became quiet and didn't speak after that. Masaki took that as his cue to leave and bowed out.

Masaki bumped into the Student Council President on his way out.

"Pardon me, Tsuzuya-kaichou."

He bowed and walked past her. He turned left to the hallway towards the first-year Course 1 classrooms, but he heard footsteps going towards the right - towards the Course 2 classrooms. He caught a glance of Hana making her way down the hall.

"Mugura-san!"

She turned slightly.

"What is it Ichijou-san?"

He walked over to her.

"Why didn't you join?"

She stared at him for a few moments then looked away.

"I already told Soshiroda-senpai. I have no reason to be on that committee; I'm just a Normal and I'd just get in the way."

She turned and continued down the hallway, leaving Masaki standing there.


Hayato didn't react when the door opened. He knew who it would be.

"Do you think the system will ever change?"

Nanako didn't reply; she walked over to where Hayato was standing, staring out into the sakura blossoms.

"Give it time. You don't have the power to change everything. You can help, but you can only do so much."

Hayato shifted slightly to accommodate Nanako as she rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her protectively.

"I just wish we could do more. Two of the most powerful positions in the school and all we can do is watch and hope."

The two upperclassmen stood in silence watching the flower petals dance in the wind.


"...and that is how I ended up joining the Student Council as secretary, thanks to a certain Ichijou - Hey! Are you even listening?"

Masaki snapped out of his ruminations and back to the situation at hand.

It was lunch time, and seated around the table was himself, Kichijouji, Airi, Shiori and Touko. Kichijouji was explaining to the other three how he ended up getting roped into the student governing body. Masaki absent-mindedly put food in his mouth, staring into space until George had called him out.

Kichijouji cast an annoyed look at his best friend.

"Did you even hear a word I said? You put me here and you don't even have the courtesy to listen while I rant?"

He scrutinized Masaki and little longer.

"Hey are you alright? Ever since the visit to the Disciplinary Committee room you've been quiet."

Airi arched her eyebrows.

"You got called to the DC room? Does it have anything to do with yesterday?"

Masaki opted to avoid George's question and answered Airi's instead.

"Well...yes and no. They want me to join."

Kichijouji knew Masaki well enough to sense when he was evading.

He caught Masaki's gaze.

You avoided my question. Kichijouji's stare said.

I don't want to talk about it. Masaki stared back.

Did you meet anyone at the Disciplinary Committee room?

I said I don't want to talk about it.

You did didn't you?...don't tell me it has to do with that person the other day…

Depends on which person. Besides,I said I don't want to talk about it.

The three girls watched Masaki and Kichijouji's stare conversation in confusion.

"Uh? Are the two of you ok?"

"It's nothing."

Masaki saw Kichijouji shake his head out of the corner of his eye.

"What?"


Masaki fidgeted in his suit. It felt suffocating and despite the temperature in the room being relatively cool, he could feel sweat dripping down his back.

Can't believe I'll be doing this for the rest of my life.

He was seated near the back of the room, behind the chair currently occupied by his father. Two of the seats around the round table were vacant, and the other heads of the Ten Master Clans were in place.

Beside him were some of the other potential heirs to the other clans. Itsuwa Hirofumi sat with crossed arms a few seats over. Juumonji Katsuto with his dominating presence looked to be deep in thought, a contemplative frown and closed eyes on his face. Masaki tried his best to mask his unease.

The entrance to the room opened and Saegusa Koichi strode in, accompanied by his eldest son. Seeing an empty seat besides his at the table, his frown subtly deepened, eyepatch augmenting his dangerous aura.

"So that vixen is the last to show again..not surprised."

The room darkened slightly.

"Well you sly old fox, the vixen has arrived."

Everyone in the room tensed at the arrival of the final member and Masaki felt the beginnings of multiple activation sequences being constructed, psion light beginning to shine .

"About time Yotsuba...you too Saegusa, you have no right to complain."

The room instantly returned to full brightness and all magic ceased.

The one that spoke up was the Juumonji clan head, Juumonji Kazuki, the only one in the room that dared to do so. HIs deep rumble and his snow white hair coupled with the bulk that did not match his age gave off an impression even more powerful than that of his son. He threw an annoyed glance at Yotsuba Maya and Saegusa Kochi as they cooly stared each other down.

I wonder how this meeting doesn't just explode sometimes...ten of the world's most powerful magicians...it's a time bomb.

Masaki's father cleared his throat.

"If we could, there are issues at hand."

"Indeed. Yatsushiro has received reports of movement on the GAA's eastern seaboard. They've been doing drills with their soldiers. Allegedly, Liu Yunde has been spotted using 'Thunderclap Tower'."

"Bah, let the Chinese screw around. As long as Itsuwa Mio controls the seas, they can't get within range to actually do anything."

"While we're talking about Strategics, the Ten still has not received information regarding this 'Ooguro Ryuuya'. How are we supposed to regulate the magic community when even we are not privy to information regarding this so called 'God of Death'?"

Saegusa Koichi brought up the topic, but it seemed like it was meant for Yotsuba Maya to hear. Her face remained impassive.

He doesn't think that the Strategic belongs to the Yotsuba does he…

The Yotsuba were already powerful enough. If they had a Strategic in their ranks, the power balance would be fundamentally altered.

Masaki wasn't the only one to pick up in Saegusa's insinuation.

"Do you have something to say Yotsuba?"

Kudou Makoto directed the question towards the Queen of Night.

"The government has not shared any special information about this 'Ooguro Ryuuya' with the Yotsuba. I have nothing to add to this topic."

He couldn't see his father's face, but he could tell by his father's posture that he was skeptical of the response.

He didn't quite catch were the conversation went from there, but he soon lost interest in the discussion. Something about politics and government regulation.

The meeting dragged on for a good two hours. He was roused out of his reverie by his father.

"Let's go Masaki."

Masaki got out of his chair and followed his father out of the room. Some of the other clan heads were grouping up, some also leaving. A light tap on his shoulder caused him to spin around and come face-to-face with the most powerful magician in Japan.

"I heard you enrolled in Third High," Yotsuba Maya said with a cordial smile on her face, "I hope you will enjoy your time."

She walked off leaving Masaki standing in...what was it? Shock? Confusion? Fear?

He eventually shook himself out of it and left the room. He wasn't sure, but was there a predatory glint in her eyes?

He got in the car and sat across from his father.

"You're being watched. I need the names of all the people you've met and interacted with. Now."


Aaand that was the first chapter.

Honestly I don't know how I feel about this fic, but oh well.

I intended to provide a glimpse into the lives of the Ten Master Clans; Tatsuya and Miyuki are a part of it, but we don't really get to see what happens on the inside.

If you didn't catch it, some of the events in this story were meant to parallel the original story, especially Tatsuya; I also intended Mugura Hana to be a sort of doppelganger to Miyuki. Some of you might see where I'm going with this...

Anyhow, I hope the amount of OC's didn't ruin the story and I hope you enjoyed reading this.

As always, reviews and messages are welcome for criticism and ideas.

Thanks for reading this, and see yall next time!


A reader's guide to the characters in this fic in order of appearance (denotes OC):

Ichijou Masaki: Third High, Class 1-A student and heir to the Ichijou clan. Also known as the Crimson Prince

Kichijouji Shinkurou: Third High, Class 1-A student and genius magic researcher. Also known as George, Jouji and Cardinal George

Isshiki Airi: Third High, Class 1-B student. Part of the Isshiki family from the 18 Assistant Houses

Kanou Shiori: Third High, Class 1-B student. Part of the Kanou family from the 100 Families

Tsukushiin Touko: Third High, Class 1-B student. Part of the Tsurushiin family from the 100 Families.

Mugura Hana: Third High, Class 1-F student.

Ichijou Midori: Masaki's mother

Ichijou Gouki: Masaki's father and head of the Ichijou clan

Ichijou Akane: Masaki's younger sister

Ichijou Ruri: Masaki's youngest sister

Soshiroda Hayato: Third High, Course 3-A student. Heir to the Soshiroda family from the 100 Families and Public Morals Committee Chair. In a relationship with Tsuzuya Nanako

Tsuzuya Nanako: Third High, Course 3-A student. Part of the Tsuzuya family from the 100 Families and Student Council President. In a relationship with Soshiroda Hayato

Saegusa Koichi: Head of the Saegusa clan

Yotsuba Maya: Head of the Yotsuba clan

Kudou Makoto: Head of the Kudou clan

Juumonji Kazuki: Head of the Juumonji clan

*Airi, Shiori and Touko were pulled from the Mahouka Koukou no Yuutousei manga spin-off*

**Heads of the Ten Master Clans released as of Volume 17 of Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei**