Hey Guys. I've decided to rewrite and tweak this three story crossover considering how much I was neglecting it. So here's the lineup;
Mahou Sensei Negima! (Beginning of chapter 63)
Supernatural (during season 8. Sometime after Cas returned from Purgatory)
HellBlazer/Constantine (Mostly using NBC's John Constantine as a physical reference but the history from where the last issue of Hellblazer left off)
I had been a fan of the Hellblazer series and thought I'd sew a small crossover together with my other two favorite series. For the length, I decided this will only go up to the point where they defeat the demon that destroyed Negi's village within the manga, so this will possibly be a short one; Maybe four or five chapters.
So then here we go!
The full Moon…
In its pale gaze shines the illumination of macabre amongst the Earth's surface. The true beasts of the night rise forth and take their stand upon the soil and claim what is rightfully theirs. Such cruel fate for those who have had the cursed luck of being out late on such nights as a full moon's night. And it just so happened that a certain night walker was indeed enjoying her time out on this full moon's night.
The entire campus of Mahora academy stood in dead silence with the breeze that blew the trees in a swaying manner. The only other sound that echoed down a lane of trees were the footsteps of a girl jogging late at night. The poor-fated brunette had decided to go running in a pink track suit while holding weights in her hands.
"Alright! I should be able to finish this run off soon." She panted, "Geez, why's it so freakin' cold though? I mean…hm?"
The high school girl stood at a halt at the sudden appearance of something standing straight ahead of her. It was too dark to tell what it truly was even with the street lanterns that paved the Sakura lane.
"Huh? W-Who is that?" She muttered to herself. "Is he some kind of creep…? H-Hey you!" She called out to.
No response was met.
"H-Hey!"
Once again, no response. With every moment of silence, she began to regret calling out to him in the first place. The brown haired girl assumed that maybe the person standing in the darkness was either deaf, or listening to music. Then again, it was the dead of night and any student out of bed at this time of night would be considered suspicious even though she herself was out at such a time. And this person looked too tall to be a student.
Still…who was this strange figure?
The brown haired girl was nervous and opted to not stick around. "F-Fine then…" She turned on the heel and instead decided to walk quickly away from whatever stood there.
Suddenly…she heard footsteps…footsteps coming from behind her.
She eyed behind her, but was too scared to turn completely around. Her spine chilled to the bone and every hair on the back of her neck stood with Goosebumps. She could hear her own breathing from her pale lips. The footsteps were a distance away—keeping a pace with her feet. Still, she tried her best not to let it fully consume her with fear.
She ran quicker than originally…the footsteps also picked up speed.
Her walking quickly turned to jogging…the footsteps grew quicker.
Finally she couldn't hold in anymore of her resolve and began to pick up the pace in running. She almost panicked at the sound of those harsh feet clapping the ground almost rapidly from behind her and even getting closer. She let go of any restraint and full on sprinted off down the lane.
Yet no matter how fast she sprinted…she felt as if she wasn't getting to the end of the lane at all. In fact, there didn't even seem to be an end to the lane. It just went on for what felt like hours on end.
And yet those feet felt they were becoming louder and louder from behind her.
She breathed harshly and tears formed in her eyes as she ran with everything she had. Her legs pumped harder than she ever thought they would in her frantic running.
But fate is a cruel mistress for some.
Her feet finally tripped over one another and down her body fell onto the concrete ground, head first, as blood broke free of its skin shell on her forehead.
Though down, she was still able to retain consciousness as she felt the agonizing pain of her forehead. But that was completely ignored by the approaching sound of those damned feet from behind her getting louder!
Finally she turned to her attack, eyes closed and arms sprung out as she screamed hard.
Suddenly, just as the footsteps were about to approach her…nothing.
Silence.
She didn't open her eyes nor did she want to. But there was no sound. No sound but the light breeze in the wind.
Did the person go away?
Was it all in her head?
There was only one way to know for sure…
She opened her eyes slowly…
But…something was off…she saw no one but…why was the world sideways. And she saw the sky now on the side while the ground was on the other side. Apparently she was lying on the ground. But she swore she was sitting up.
As she looked more to the side, she saw someone lying on the ground. Someone right next to her who, oddly enough, wore the same suit as she did.
She read the tag on the left breast; Hirayama Yukio.
Wait…
She then realized it…
That was her name.
Upon further inspection she looked towards the neck…there was nothing to be seen after it.
She was shocked so brutally that she couldn't even scream. She couldn't feel. She couldn't even hear…her vision becoming dark.
But before it truly did…she saw it. The person who killed her…a man in a black coat…and a devilish toothy grin.
-THREE DAYS LATER-
Down the busy streets of Tokyo, Japan, where the sun shinned its brightest over the ambitious city so early in the morning, riding down the street along with the other Japanese manufactured cars was an all-classic '67 Chevy black impala was slowly driving through, making sure not to hit anyone. Playing on the radio was a cassette of Kansas's hit song; "Slow Ride" on mid volume.
"Wizards? Seriously? Like Harry Potter type stuff or somethin'?" said a young in the driver's seat of the impala with a burger in hand. He had green eyes and dark blond undercut cropped hair. He was dressed in a T-shirt over a collared cargo shirt, a leather jacket, a pair of jeans, and boots. The oldest of the Winchester brothers, Dean, was waiting to hear more on this strange offer.
"Yep. Wizards. Apparently they work for some magic government called Lunus Magorum, or something like that." said the second Winchester brother, Sam. Sam had shaggy brown hair that touched his neck with his bangs parted. He was dressed in a plaid short sleeved shirt over a cargo jacket, jeans, and combat shoes. He was researching on his laptop for more info on the strange names, but couldn't seem to find anything useful. "Doesn't look like I can find anything on it. Either this Lunus Magorum stuff is beyond normal cult searches, paranormal research, or like you said; Harry Potter crap."
"Well its name already sounds like somethin' out of creepy fanfiction." Dean joked before taking a bite of his burgers, then looking at it with disappoints before putting it down, "And speaking of crap, these burgers taste like something out of some cheap Japanese McDonalds corner store."
"That's your fault for not getting rice balls like I did instead." Sam said as he continued his research his computer, "Anyway, I've come up with three theories. Wanna hear them?"
"No."
"Theory one;" Sam began, to Dean's chagrin. "Assuming this whole thing has anything to do with witchcraft or something of the occult, I'd assume this Ludus Magorum is some sort of higher wizard-like government. Kind of like our government."
"A bunch of douche bags in big chairs?" Dean joked.
"No…well okay, yeah, but listen." Sam continued, "My second theory is that it's some secret group that's existed for a few months, years maybe."
"And three?" Dean asked.
"A made up group who happens to know us, and is leading us into a trap via a request." Sam shrugged, closing his laptop. "Point is, we really have no clue what's gonna happen once we get there. The message itself was just as vague."
And vague it was. The message came in from a blast of light that shinned from their hotel's closet. The closet then opened and from that light shot out a single envelope. Within it, was a request from some man by the name of Konoe Konoemon and two plane tickets to Japan. The plane was definitely first class as it was even able to strap down Dean's impala as well.
"Well whatever's callin' us all the way out here to Japan sure must be friggin' loaded since they paid for our tickets and even got my baby sent with us." Dean pointed out, referring to his car. "I say we pop on in, see what's goin' on at least. I mean they used a damn Poltergeist door to throw us a bone here so it must be somethin'."
"Yeah, but it still seems odd." Sam said, looking towards his older brother with concern, "I mean, why would anyone need us in Japan? Like, are we even known to demons in Japan? I doubt our rep goes that wide."
"Hey, with all the blood n' guts we got the pleasure of seeing, I wouldn't be too shocked at us being on the front page of Demon's Digest." Dean said. "Come on, Sammy. Look at our lives. Look at everything we've done over the years; we've opened Lucifer's cage, fought that bastard, been to Hell and back, I went to Purgatory—Which I'm still not psyched about you not lookin' for me." Sam rolled his eyes with a sigh. "We've seen it all Sammy. The whole nine yard. The way I see it, why wouldn't we be famous around the world?"
"What happen to covering our tacks everywhere we go?" Sam snorted.
"Hey, somethin's bound to slip through the cracks." Dean shrugged.
"Well I still got a bad feeling." Sam worried, "Did you also notice we didn't even get any hotel reservations either? And the guy who wrote this couldn't even meet us at the airport." Sam pulled the paper with the request from his pocket once more. "Just this paper that's asking us to come here and then go to a place called Mahora Academy."
"What the hell is a "Mahora" anyaway?"
"From what I looked up online, it's a boarding school that's got a big reputation for its grand scale, its beauty, traditions, and, get this, its own aura of magic about it."
"So does Disneyland, Sammy. Guess we'll follow this address, see what's there, and if it gets frisky…" Dean then pulled out his signature COLT 1911 handgun and waved it around playfully. "…we start bittin' hard. Like we always do. If I'm right, I'll be happy to shoot Mickey in the face."
Sam sighed. Violence was always the other only alternative it seemed for these brothers. "Yeah…we always end up biting..."
MEANWHILE
The sun beamed forth through the greying clouds, giving wind to an obvious downpour of rain to come later in the day. On the prestige campus of the acclaimed school known as Mahora Academy. The students all hurried their ways to classes and a busy schedule ahead of them. However all that would take a sharp left turn at the current meeting being held within the office of the dean; Konoemon.
The owner of said office was sitting at his desk, going over certain events with his guest. The owner was an elderly man who had a very long formed bald head with a single long white pony tail in the back, and long white eyebrows whose outer ends passed his cheeks. He also had a long sage white beard while dressed in an orange robe.
"I must say, I'm quite pleased that you were finally able to appear before me on such short notice." Konoemon smiled.
"Y'know, of all the worst times you had to suddenly call me up, it had to be while I was havin' a lil bit of relaxation." The other guest sighed while sitting on the couch far from the desk, and lighting a cigarette, "Thanks for ruinin' another bleedin' R&R, Old man Konoemon."
"Oh come now, which would you rather have; sitting in a dirty old apartment, doing exactly what you're doing now, or enjoying a little bit of time out of the normal gloom and doom?"
"Can I get the 'leave me the fuck alone for one damn year' for 500, Alex?" The guest mocked, "What is this? The third time you've called me out for a favor? You know my records, mate. I don't think you need a bloke like me here."
Konoemon sighed. "For once, can't you be happy that the magic world still keeps in contact with you, Constantine-san?"
"You really think that transportin' me here is my idea of a good ol' time?" The man said, breathing in the smoke of his cigarette into his lungs and exhaling. This stranger was a man in his early 30's with honey blond short hair and five o'clock shadow. He looked a bit worn out with bags under his eyes, a slim face, and premature lines. He was dressed in a white oxford shirt with a dark red loosened tie, black slacks, matching black shoes, and an a opened, rumpled, tan trench coat. "Well, it beats havin' to get attacked by some tosser on the streets at night, so I might as well get an ear full as to why I'm really here."
"Of course." Konoemon nodded. "I do humbly apologize about the inconvenience, but I knew that this was such an issue that you and the Winchesters were desperately called to handle."
"Ah, the Winchesters." John Constantine smirked. "Heard all 'bout them. Gone through some slippery slopes, hadn't they. Makin' deals with demons, fightin' angels, and slomin' it with blood and bullets. Sounds like me as a teenager."
"You give them far too little credit." The dean said, "The two have gone through a number of situations and have survived this long."
"So have I in case you didn't remember." John pointed at himself. "I may not look it, but I'm gettin' up to your age. But a lil actual magic can do ya some wonders on the body."
"Ah yes. Those magic pills you conned off of me..." Konoemon sighed.
Konoemon referred to the very first day he met John Constantine—in his early 60's and just recovering from so much in his life before in his, what he calls, Vertigo of a lifestyle. But that all changed when he had decided to travel to Japan, hoping to turn his back on England for a bit. It certainly helped all things considering and soon he found himself in Japan. It was here, where his meeting with Konoemon during a simple drink at a small bar near the campus of Mahora. From there, he helped John with some issues and in return, John take request from him every now and then.
At some point in their meetings, John did indeed con magic aging pills from Konoemon that allowed him to reverse his age back into his early 30s.
"…But enough of that right now. The reason I've called you is for you to dig a little deeper for me as to what is truly happening here while the Winchesters handle anything above."
"Depends on what I'm digging to." John said as he rose from the couch and walked over to Konoemon's desk. "What're we talking here?"
The dean reached into his shelf and pulled out a file to place on the coffee table. "Last night, a student here was attacked and killed by an unknown assailant. She had cuts lining her arms and head severed." Konoemon opened the file and slid it to the edge of the desk. "Take a look for yourself. But I warn you, they are quite gruesome."
John scoffed, "I've seen gruesome, mate."
Constantine examined the almost sickening pictures the dean described. He raised an eyebrow at the image of a young brunette girl, lying across the ground, with blood all over her track uniform and her head outlined in chalk by her shoulder.
"Poor luv…" Constantine said solemnly. He then looked at the dates of the picture. "This was taken last night. Probably was just taken a lil stroll out, the girl. Whad'ya do with the body?"
"I did nothing. It was recovered by the higher ups of the Kanto magic association and the parents have not been informed yet of their daughters…untimely death." Konoemon said sadly, "The fact that I must keep them in the dark about their own daughter passing is enough to make me sick…but it is for the best."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that. Anyway, Y'know who's responsible?" Constantine asked his old friend.
"Not much has been revealed…But I do know this much…" The dean said as he stood from his chair to slowly stroll to his window to look outside. It was sad that such a promising day had to be ruined by this killer. "Those pictures…weren't taken by the cleanup crew…all his victims killed the same way with their heads cut off."
John raised an eyebrow as he looked back at the pictures. "So this fucker likes to take pics of his kills, eh? What, did his tweetbook, or whatever the bloody hell they call it, get hacked or somethin' so he had to take pics with a camera, the obnoxious prick."
"But that's not all. We've also received word that another girl is being targeted and could very well be put at risk as well by the hands of this assailant."
"And who might that be?" John asked.
The dean paused for a few seconds, looking gravely worried and upset at the very mentioning of such a travesty. Even so, the dean swallowed his pride, and said; "A student by the name of Asuna Kagurazaka."
John's blew out the smoke from his lungs. "Oh bollocks, this again. Who is it this time? Anyone from that realm?"
"No…I'm not too sure." Konoemon admitted. "However, I am sure it is the same killer who attacked and killed three nights ago."
"Really?" Constantine questioned, "Well how do you know this wasn't some regular arsehole human, lookin' to get a massive wank off the whole thing."
Konoemon turned back to Constantine as he held his tongue for a brief few seconds, before realizing he had no choice in the matter. He let out a deep sigh and massaged his beard once again. "There's more…When we found the body…not only was she killed and these photos were left out…she also had…this carved into her back."
The old man pulled out another picture. This time it was a picture of the dead victim's bare back. Constantine took a gander at the damage, and immediately his eyes went wide in shock. He immediately knew exactly what the insignia was from. And it certainly wasn't a good sign.
"Bloody Hell…This ain't good." John said with aggravation.
"You know what it means?" The dean asked.
"Yeah. Not too bad of an issue…for now." Constantine said as he took the picture and put it in the inner pockets of his coat, "its best I get this job handled now before anythin' gets outta hand. I'll do some work around here."
"Then I will leave you to it. I'll inform the two brothers as well of this." The dean said. "Good luck to you, John Constantine."
"Yeah, yeah…" Constantine sighed as he turned on the heel and was walking right to the door. However before he opened the door, he looked over his shoulder to the desk of the dean once more. "Oh, and uh, one more thing, squire: Don't be tellin' the two Wankchesters about me bein' here. Don't need no weight for what I'm doin' yet."
Konoemon nodded in agreement. And with that, John was out the door.
The dean sat back in his chair as he reflected on what he was to do with such a turn of events happening right on his own grounds. This was far beyond his expertise when it came to actual demons from hell attacking students. The natural order of the Kanto and Kansai magic association were abide to keep out of heavily demonic activity and leave it to the demon hunters assigned to the campus…but that didn't stop Konoemon's worries. So what's a little help going to do?
"Now that my first form of insurance is paid…now it is time for my second form of insurance…" As if right on the money, the office doors opened and in walked two gentlemen dressed in black business suits. Konoemon looked up from his seat and stroked his beard lightly. "Well now, this is quite the surprise. The legendary Winchester brothers right before my eyes."
"You know what an even bigger surprise is?" Dean said, "Comin' here expecting to run into a whole bunch of bad vibes…"
"…but instead, we end up getting ogled at by an entire school of teenage high school girls." Sam also said. "Kinda left out that detail."
"Ah, yes. Maybe you two should sit down for what I'm about to tell you…"
MEANWHILE
The trenchcoated con-man walked down the hallway, passing a few of the high school girls who were whispering to each other in fright of the man while some covered their noses from the harsh smoke stench that came off of him. John didn't concern himself with that and instead tried to get his head wrapped around what he was going to do about all this, John couldn't shake this feeling in his gut that something felt off around him. Things were bound to get too dicey with that bastard running around. Not only that, but he wasn't going to be able to protect this school all by himself and those two brothers. If he didn't find an alternative to ending this threat, this all-girls school would soon become an all-girls/demons school.
"This is gonna be some case…" John sighed, hands in pocket, feeling the photograph between his fingers. Poor girl. She hoped her soul went somewhere nice at least. He sure as hell knew his damaged goods of a soul wasn't gonna be getting any special treatment when his candle blows.
"Please! Excuse me, sir!"
Constantine looked over his shoulder to see someone running his way as fast as he could. He instinctively moved to the side as this young boy ran past him in a hurry. He was about the age of ten with auburn brown hair fashioned in an undercut style and a small pony tail. He also wore small glasses and was dressed in a dark green suit.
"Thank you, sir!" The boy said as he turned around the hall. As Constantine heard his footsteps fading, he couldn't help but smirk.
"So that was the legendary thousand Master's son, huh? Quite the lil tosh pot, isn't he?" Constantine couldn't help but wonder where he was off to in such a hurry. John had a feeling that following the boy could help him a little on this case and decided he might as well follow to see where he goes.
He simply walked down the hall, and turned on the corner of it to see him simply standing in front of a door with a sign on the top of it that said 3-A on it. The boy took a deep breath and opened the door, in which he was met with a lot of chatter, but then came silence as he walked in and shut the door behind him.
"Guess he really is a teacher here." Constantine said in amazement, "Japan's really mental, isn't it…"
MEANWHILE-
The early morning was slowly becoming cloudy. But that wasn't an issue as class began for class 3-A just as any other one would. Outside the classroom door, ten year old Negi Springfield took a breath of fresh air and exhaled with a confident smile on his face and his hand tightening on his roster. "Here we go."
He opened the door to the class and as he entered, he said, "Good morning class."
"Good morning Negi-sensei!" The students greeted in their happy and excited usual fashion. Class 3-A was an all girl's class with 31 beautiful girls in their teens all in red school uniforms. They all quickly went to their seats after he got to his pedestal.
"Nee nee, Negi-sensei, is it true?" Asked a girl with pink short hair in small pigtails and green eyes.
"Is what true, Makie-san?" Negi wondered.
"That we're getting two new teachers!" Said a brown haired girl whose hair was in a single pig tail on the side and brown eyes. "Is it true, Negi-sensei?"
"Ah, well they're not teachers per say, Yuna-san." Negi explained. "They're moderators for the School's festival. I was hoping they wouldn't be revealed until later on though."
"Now, now, sensei. You know that you will never be able to hide any juicy gossip or a hot scoop from me; Kazumi Asakura!" Said a student confidently with red hair in an up do pony tail and green eyes.
"I guess not…" Negi said with amazement at Asakura's skill as a reporter.
"Well fear not, Negi-sensei! I, Yukihiro Ayaka, do not think of you any differently, even if you have a bad way of keeping secrets!" Said a student with blond long hair and green eyes who smiled kindly. "Besides, it's not your fault anyway. The staff members are just far too easy to detect secrets from!"
"So thirsty…" Commented an orange haired girl with long pigtails held by small bells and heterochromia of green and blue eyes. This was the girl who was to be kept a close eye on in case of attack; Asuna Kagurazaka. "Can you seriously be any more of a kiss ass?"
"Last time I checked, Asuna-san, no one said monkeys were allowed to come out of their cages." Ayaka smirked. "Should I feed you a banana?"
"How about I feed you my foot you pedo Inchou!" Asuna exclaimed as the two began fighting each other just as everyone predicted they would!
Once again, Negi tried his best to control the situation, but his efforts were always in vain as he was simply knocked out of the way in the heat of their fights.
Meanwhile, a certain young girl with long dull blond hair and blue eyes couldn't be bothered with the fight at hand and opted to sleep until class ended. However that was difficult enough with her constantly being awaken by the noise of the students, further agitating her to no end. "Ugh…these humans can be so annoying."
"Master, would you like for me to get your annoyed magic grenades?" Asked a student with light green long hair and metal pony ear muffs on her ears. She also had green eyes and a dead pan expression.
"No, that's quite alright Chachamaru…besides, I've got other concerns right now…" Evangeline said as she laid her head in deep thought. She had heard everything from the dean on the death of that high school girl last night along with Asuna being a possible next target. She felt it right not to tell the students about all this so that they wouldn't get in the way of things.
However she was even more annoyed at the help the dean called for. The Winchesters were a problem enough as is…but John Constantine was EVEN worse.
"So will you be doing later, Se-chan?" asked a student with brown eyes and long brown hair named Konoka Konoe, the dean's granddaughter. She spoke to another girl with black hair in a side long pigtail and brown calm eyes. "Is there anything special you wanna do?"
"S-Special?" Setsuna said with red on her cheeks. "J-Just what kind of special do you mean?"
"Well with the festival coming up soon, you must have some plans in mind for it."
"Oh, well…"
"Well, I can't wait for the festival, aru-ne!" Said a girl with black hair in Chinese buns and brown eyes known as Chao. "I'll be having my own surprises in store for that time, aru-ne!"
"Um, I'm curious what you mean by surprises…" said a girl with silver short hair and brown eyes known as Ako. "Oh, speaking of which, have you guys been hearing this weird rumor?"
Everyone, including the two fighting girls and Negi all looked at Ako in question as to what she had just said.
"W-Well there's a rumor around that there's some creepy black figure who walks around Mahora late at night. It could just be a teacher, but..." Ako said fearfully.
"Wow, sounds scary!" Makie worried. "I wonder who this guy is!"
"Or what this guy is!" Proclaimed a student with black long hair, brown eyes, and glasses named Haruna. "I bet you all it was some sort of ghost or monster hiding on the campus!"
"EEEH?-! No way!" cried twin young girls with pink hair and pink eyes. However one had Chinese buns, while the other had her pig tails out. They were Fumika and Fuka.
"Please don't scare people like that with your conspiracy theories…" sighed a girl with dark blue long hair and short bangs. She held a dull poker face while slipping juice named Yue.
"As expected from boring little Yue…" Haruna smiled, but then turned to another girl. "But you believe me, right Nodoka?-!"
"Eh? W-Well I don't know about monsters, but maybe it could be something else..." Said a girl with dark purple hair and her bangs covering her eyes.
While everyone was gossiping amongst themselves, Negi was quietly pondering this predicament. He wasn't told much on details, but he did hear of a student found dead at Sakura Lane three days ago and another student last night. He almost had a heart attack at such news. He was told that the dean called for professional help from two hunters on such a matter, but this was definitely something Negi wanted to really look into himself.
"Either way, I won't let my students be caught up in all this." Negi thought, "I must think of a way to figure this all out…"
"Sensei, what do you think?" asked Yuna.
"Huh? O-Oh, I don't have any knowledge on what happened." Negi said with a kind smile, "But I'm sure it's nothing the properly trained authorities won't handle."
BACK AT THE DEAN'S OFFICE
"Okay, okay so let me see if I got all that, Pai Mei…" Dean said, hearing an obvious sigh from Sam, "You're tellin' us that a demon killed two student here in the past few days, takes shots of his killer high scores, and now it might be after a girl named Asuna Kagrabaka?"
"Kagurazaka." Sam corrected.
"That's exactly what I am saying." The elder principal nodded.
"But the question is why?" Sam asked as he eyed the photos once more, seeing the gruesome corpse again and then eyed a picture of the next victim—she had pale skin, ginger orange long hair in twintails, and heterochromia of green and blue eyes. "Is there any sort of reason as to why whatever we're dealing with here is after this Asuna girl? Maybe she has something that's drawing demons to her, or she's messed with something that could make her a target."
"Actually…it's more than you think it is…" Konoemon sighed. He knew that this would be a long explanation. "You see, a long time ago there was a very violent feud between the Kansai Magic Association, and the Kansai Magic Association. These two groups are different sectors of Japan's magic community and have been great enemies since their birth. However, this feud was settled once one woman from the Kansai Association and one man from the Kanto association were put into an arranged marriage to bring peace between the two warring houses."
"So…is this the Kansai or Kanto association we're in now?" Sam questioned.
"This is the Kanto sector." Konoemon nodded once again, "Kansai is in Kyoto. Continuing on, Years later the couple gave birth to a child, and this child is the result of the two houses becoming one. Everyone had assumed that this would finally end the past transgressions of the two associations once and for all…however…"
"That wasn't gonna fly with everyone, huh?" Dean figured.
"Precisely. This bond was not something that the Kansai could agree with. So the parents had no choice but to send their daughter away and hide her from the magical world until such time that peace can be restored…And that girl is…my granddaughter, Konoe Konoka."
"Kono this, Kono that. Jeez…" Dean uttered to himself.
"So what does your granddaughter have to do with Asuna?" Sam asked.
"Because I fear that after Kagurazaka Asuna-kun, they will target her next. I've been held responsible for her safety by my daughter and her husband for her high school year at Mahora Academy, and I intend to do so." The dean said, "However, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect her or even Kagurazaka Asuna-kun after today."
"Why's that?" Dean and Sam questioned simultaneously.
"Their class along with the rest of the school campus will be getting ready for the Mahora school festival coming up in another week." The dean said. "They'll no doubt be out in the open, helping the festivities to get set tomorrow and I won't be able to keep a full surveillance on their every moves just in case."
"School festival?" Dean questioned, "What's that?"
"To give you a shortened version, the Mahora festival is yearly event of three days featuring a great deal of fun for everyone on campus to put on shows, host events, and have a great time with the millions of guest that show up." The elderly man said.
"Knew it. Disneyland." Dean smiled.
"Y-Yes well…Unfortunately, I'll be far too busy with the heavy paperwork in order to keep this event going starting today. I won't be able to take care of my granddaughter and Kagurazaka Asuna-kun during this time. But I couldn't sit by and let her be alone." He quickly looked back up to the two, "And this is exactly why I've called you two."
"In other words; body guarding." Dean concluded, arms crossed in frustration. "Sorry but we don't handle a babysitting service."
Sam thought about it for a second and grabbed Dean by the shoulder and turned him to the side along with him to discuss something in private.
"Dean, we gotta do this." Sam whispered.
"What?-!" Dean said with a whisper as well. "Back in the car, you were sayin' it was probably a trap!"
"Well now I know it might not be! Come on, I mean it couldn't hurt, right?"
"Couldn't hurt—May I remind you of my history with kids?-! Now we gotta look after some bratty teenagers just because this old guy says so?" Dean argued.
"Bullshit! You've made friends with plenty of kids!"
"Yeah, but I had to break through their little shells of annoying angst first!"
Sam sighed. "Look, Dean. This could be something serious. Like you said, this is our job, remember? The family business and all that?"
"Oh, look whose talkin'!" Dean argued, but then sighed in annoyance. "Fine, whatever man. I'll do it! But next time, you get the little bastards on your own!"
The two turned back towards the dean who was confused as to what they were discussing to themselves. However they seemed to have made up their minds from the more lax body language as they sat in their chairs.
"Alright." Dean said with an obvious false smile to hide his discontent. "Looks like we're all in."
"Splendid." The dean said with a smile, "I look forward to having you two here. If you want, you may wait here till classes are over and I can call Asuna-kun here, or you may go to her class and introduce yourselves. It is your choice."
Sam looked over at Dean with a pleading look in those big green eyes of his. Dean knew that when Sam does that, it always ends up being in his brother's favor.
"Alright, damnit!" Dean shot back in annoyance. "I'll go the friggin' class, and see her!"
"Thank you, Dean." Sam smiled mockingly.
"Fuck you, Sam."
"You won't join him?" Konoemon wondered.
"No, I'll be checking up on the scene of the crime. Afterwards, I think it's better we just stay out of everyone else's way till later on." Sam insisted, "We don't really like too much attention to ourselves. Besides, we need to do some searching after we know Ms. Asuna's okay."
"Very well. I will leave you two to what you do best." Konoemon said, "Good luck to you both."
"Sure thing." Dean nodded, "So where exactly did the killings take place?"
"I'd suggest you search Sakura Lane. I believe there is someone there who will assist you." Konoemon suggested.
"Got it. Hop to it Sammy." Dean patted on the back and got up from his chair. "Time for me to go all Kevin Costner on up in here."
-MEANWHILE-
Constantine stood from outside the classroom to get a good look as to what kind of class Ms. Asuna Kagurazaka was in. He'd only seen some of the students of the infamous class 3-A, and that was out of coincidence. He peaked through the classroom door's window to see that the young British boy was teaching the array of cute high school girls with unique personalities by the way they carried themselves in the class. However Constantine quickly noticed the exhaustion of the boy as he was teaching his very class. Constantine couldn't help but wonder if his exhaustion spurned from the fact that he was a freaking teacher at the age of ten, or something else…to which John was curious about.
"Naw…couldn't be…" He muttered to himself in silence. "Don't look like the type…course when do they ever look like the type?"
John took out a small charm of coin pieces from his coat pocket and switched from one coin to the next while pointing it towards the window of the door. It seemed no one reacted to it from what he saw so it was safe assume that there was no one screaming hysterically or anyone burning in a ball of flame.
"Well, guess it's all good n'he—hmm?"
Before the coated demon hunter opted to leave the scene, he happened to notice something from one of the students. This certain student sat way in the back with tan skin and raven black long hair. Judging by her facial expressions, she seemed to be having slight surges of pain going through her by the slight twitching of her eye. However it was so conspicuous that you wouldn't have easily noticed it.
Just as John put the coin charms back in his pocket, her expression returned to a calmer state. She then side-glanced towards the door's window, starring right into John's blue eyes with her reddish brown eyes. She was completely calm and unfazed towards him and for some odd reason…she slowly smirked rather sinister-like. It wasn't enough to get anyone's attention, but it certainly was enough to get Constantine's attention.
"So that's how you wanna play it, eh?" John muttered to himself. He quickly reached into his pocket again for something, but suddenly he immediately stopped in his tracks. And why wouldn't he? Hearing that all familiar click of a cocked firearm was enough to tell every bone in his body to not do something stupid too quickly. Instead he slowly put his hands up, hiding the coins in his coat sleeve.
"Pretty sick hobby you got there, buddy." Said a gruff deep voice that made John think if the man behind him had intense throat cancer. "I'll be sure to call Chris Hanson for ya."
"Hmm, let me take a stab in the dark and guess…Winchester?" John guessed.
Dean was a bite taken aback at how easily he was pointed out by a complete stranger. "How'd you know that?"
"You and that tosser brother of yours aren't exactly subtle." John said, putting a fag between his smirking lips. "I'd even go as far as to say you both are easy to tell in a crowd."
"Well don't I feel like a friggin' celebrity. Now answer my question." Dean demanded. "What's your business?"
"Keep ya soddin' boots on, mate. I'm not here to hurt anyone." John said, "Now if you'd at least let me light a fag, I'd be willin' to leave."
"Oh, so now you light up people who are gay?"
"It's a cigarette, you fucking berk." John sighed. "Typical America, looking for an excuse. So about lettin' me go then?"
"Nuh-uh. You look suspicious enough. You ain't goin' nowhere." Dean ordered.
John snorted. "Heard that in prison once…"
"…Wait, wha—?"
In Dean's confusion of his words, John quickly gave the classroom door a good three knocks, which caught Dean's attention right away. In Dean's distracted state, John quickly got behind the demon hunter and ran off to the closest corner.
"Hey!" Dean called as he aimed his gun towards the trenchcoated man, however by the time he was perfectly aimed, the coated man was gone.
"Shit!" Dean hissed as he was about to run after him, he quickly heard the sound of a door open right before him. He instinctively hid his gun as he met eyes with a young boy no older than ten with auburn hair, glasses, and a dark green suit.
"Oh, um, can I help you?" the boy asked with a British accent himself who closed the door behind him.
"O-Oh, yeah. Um…" Dean tried to think of what to say before just coming out and saying why he was originally here. "…I'm…hear to introduce myself. The dean told me to come here and introduce myself as a new member—"
"I see." The boy nodded with a smile. "You're the one the dean asked to watch over Asuna-san, correct? What was that yell just now?"
"Uh, nothing. Nothing just…wait, how do you know I'm here to look after Kagubaraka?" Dean wondered.
"Kagurazaka, and I'll explain in a moment. Please excuse me." Negi then bowed and step into the class, closing the door behind him. Dean could hear a girl asking what took the boy so long, to which he apologized and told them of the procedures once they go to Kyoto.
"Wait…this is an all girl's school...so why is…?" Dean wondered.
Dean tried to put the pieces together. What would a ten year old boy be doing in a class filled with high school girls? Could he be the teacher's kid, acting as an assistant or something? Maybe it was a boy who had nowhere else to go at the time. So many confusing questions to ask and so little time to do so. Instead Dean just decided to go with the flow of things and see how it all pans out.
But what still worried Dean was that trenchcoated British man. He had him on edge for some reason. At the very first glance Dean almost mistaken him for Castiel, another good friend of his who was an angel and wore a trenchcoat. But he had a sketchy Scouse-like accent. Different from Crowley and Negi's, but just as annoying to Dean.
Dean's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the door opening before him once again. Before him stood the British boy once again.
"Okay. You may enter." Negi said from in front of the door.
"Awesome." Dean said as he then stepped aside. For some odd reason, as Dean stepped in, he swore he could detect the faint scent of cigarette smoke. Not strong enough to notice but enough to peek curiosity. Was it from that blond guy?
Negi noticed the scent as well and assumed it came from Dean.
The second Dean stepped in to see the class; internally, he was taken aback by the large group of high school girls that out all the class seats. And the most interesting part of it all was that they were all cute; each one a beauty to behold in a unique way. Dean didn't wanna sound weird or anything, but he couldn't deny it. There wasn't a single bad looking one in the bunch.
It was silent at the sight of the oldest Winchester. At least he didn't need to worry about keeping them silent to introduce himself.
"So uh, hi." Dean waved, "Nice to, um…meet you all. My name's Dean…Smith, and I'll be here scoping the campus for the…festival coming up." Dean remembered. "So, uh...yeah, nice to meet you all."
The majority of students themselves all reacted the same manner; stirrings. It wasn't every day that the students had the pleasure of being in the presence of such an attractive older gentleman such as Dean. Plus he seemed to be at that peek of mature age to attract older women like Shizune-sensei but still able to make girls their age blush.
"Ah!" Yuna pointed out. "So you're one of the new people that's rumored to start here today!"
Dean arched an eyebrow and snorted. "Yeah, guess we are."
"So, where are you from?" One student asked out of the students who spoke lively to one another on such developments of such handsome new member of the campus.
"Huh? Oh…uh, Lawrence in Kanada." Dean answered. "That's in America."
"How old are you? Please speak into the microphone." Asakura asked, literally holding a mic to Dean's mouth to speak into.
"I'm 33."
"Eeeh? But you look too good to be in your thirties." Makie complimented.
"Oh, well thanks." Dean smiled, "You don't look so bad yourself. N-Not in a like like kinda way but, y'know."
"Yeah, well if no one's gonna ask, I guess I will." Proclaimed a student with light violet long hair and her bangs held by small barrettes. This was Misa. "So Dean-san, the world wants to know; do you have a girlfriend?"
All the extra chatter died down to awkward silence towards that question that none really thought about asking right away.
"Oh Yeah, do you?" asked another student with light brown hair in pigtails.
"W-What're you saying, Misa! Sakurako! Don't ask him a weird question like that!" scolded a third student with black short hair and brown eyes.
"Ignore Madoka." Misa waved off, "Now tell us! Do you, or do you not have a girlfriend?"
All eyes were on Dean at that moment like hungry wolves ready to pounce. This was certainly just as bad as purgatory but instead of worrying about dying, he was worried more about his well-being at that moment up front. But he also knew that if he didn't give an answer, it'd continue to be awkward for him.
"Uh…well, let's just say that I travel around…a lot..."
It didn't take long for most, if not, all of them to firmly understand exactly what he meant. Even so that didn't deteriorate the slow building arousal over this fine specimen of a man to them. However, surprisingly, the only one who wasn't caught in this new comer's unintentional charm was Asuna herself. Instead, Asuna felt the impression that he was sketchy. Like he wasn't telling the rest of the students everything about him and probably never will.
"Well I hope you don't mind me asking, but the rumors said that there were two of you here." Setsuna pointed out.
"Oh Yeah, my…associate." Dean lied, "He and I've been at this for a while actually."
"Associate, you say~" Haruna smirked devilishly.
"Hey! Whoa! N-Not like that…" Dean cleared up rather quickly.
"So where might he be?" Asked a taller student named Akira, with her long brunette hair in a long pony tail.
"Uh, probably still talkin' with the dean." Dean figured himself. "Doubt you'll be seeing a lot of—"
Before he could get another word out, the class door once more, and in poked another man taller than Dean with brushed back longer hair. All eyes were on Sam, showing the same sparks in their eyes as they did with Dean; another handsome new face had graced them with his presence. But he was younger and more cleaner cut.
"Oh, here you are, Dean." Sam confirmed.
"Ah! So you're the associate!" Fuka and Fumika clamored along with the rest of the class.
"Uh…oh…!" Sam stammered. Considering Sam's less than impressive social skills compared to his older brother, this was certainly a situation he couldn't keep himself in control of, and wasn't about to try either, knowing he'd mess up.
However in a saving grace, a loud hand slammed onto a desk and a loud authority female voice shot through the jeering.
"Everyone! Silence right now!"
Without a single complaint towards this voice, everyone immediately ceased what they were doing and looked back towards the blond haired class rep.
"Ah, t-thank you, inchou." Negi thanked timidly. Though he was a tad embarrassed that he as the teacher couldn't halt the clamoring of his own class, it was good he at least had the class rep. to help him. Plus he was only ten—not much authority from such a small voice.
Ayaka cleared her throat and spoke openly towards the brothers. "Anyway, welcome to class 3-A. I am the class rep, Yukihiro Ayaka; pleasure to meet your acquaintance Dean-san, Sam-san."
"Che. Suck up..." uttered a girl named Chisame sitting at the back of the class to herself. She had long hair tied in ponytail and brown eyes wearing round glasses as well.
"Ah. Same to you." Sam nodded. "Dean, we gotta go."
"Awesome." Dean said. "Welp let's get to it." Dean then turned to the class. "Sorry ladies but me and Sam got work to do."
Most of the class groaned in disappointed at the sudden leave of the two handsome men. Not only because they were leaving, but the actual class would have to begin.
"U-Uh, but we'll be sure to drop by real soon!" Sam mentioned quickly. To which Dean slowly turned his gaze to his brother with discontent in those green eyes of his. It was obvious he didn't want to come back, but unfortunately Sam's only response was that "oh well" face of his.
Dean mouthed a subtle "fuck you" towards Sam before turning back to the class—all smiles. "Yep…just like Sam said. Hopefully we'll see you all real soon."
"And we'll be gracious to have you join us again." Negi bowed.
"Please come again soon!" The rest of the students cheered out.
"Uh…alright, then." Dean said as he and Sam waved and proceeded to exit the classroom. The students proceeded to chatter amongst themselves about how lucky they truly were to not only have their cute homeroom teacher, but also be visited by two handsome men in suits. What were the chances that such luck would be bestowed upon them? Very high apparently.
"Now, now." Negi said modestly, slowly getting a handle on his students once more. "I'm sure we will have plenty chances to meet them later in the day I'm sure, but we should really continue the lesson, right?"
"Right!" Everyone agreed.
"Ambitious lil scamps, aren't ya?"
It had to take a few seconds to properly register with almost the rest of the students, but when it all came into their awareness, all the students suddenly turned towards the windows. The students and even Negi himself were shocked to discover a man had been standing there, leaning on the window ceil, smoking a cigarette as if he were right at home.
"W-What..? Negi said, startled by this man's sudden appearance. "W-Who are you?-!"
"Oh don't mind me, mate." The blond haired trenchcoat wearer smiled. Negi could quickly place his British accent as scouse. A Liverpool resident. "Course, you didn't mind at all since that brat over there opened the door for that pretty boy and his so-called associate."
"What do you mean by that?-!" Setsuna demanded, ready to draw her sword.
"It's as I said, luv." John assured her with a single wave, "I've just been standin' here the entire bleedin' time, is all. You all just didn't have a single soddin' clue about it. It's amazing how simple magic like this can make you almost invisible to the naked eye."
Most of the students were confused at the mention of magic since most of 3-A hadn't been exposed to magic, except a small few.
It was then that Negi realized it. The scent of cigarette smoke wasn't from Dean. It was from this trenchcoated man who, somehow, slipped through the senses of everyone in the class with such a simple spell. And judging by the troubled expression on even Evangeline's face, one of the most powerful mages in his class, even she didn't notice the stranger enter the classroom. That in itself worried Negi immensely.
"Alright buddy. Quick messing around!" Called out Asuna as she stood from her desk. She also did this so that the rest of the students didn't question that "magic" comment. "Who the hell are you, and what do you mean you came in here without anyone noticing?"
And there she was; the next possible target. John could feel some odd aura radiate from her body like a bad stench. If anything she was radiating so much that he assumed she didn't even realize it herself. It was no surprise that the certain demon that was coming after her wanted her so badly. But he now got a good look at who he's supposed to be protecting…at least that's what John usually called it when preventing another soul from descending into the pits on his watch.
"It's as I said. Just shuffled on in, I did. Might wanna keep ye senses on point." John said, taking a blow of his cigarette.
"Then explain yourself!" Demanded Ayaka, "As class representative for class 3-A, I demand an explanation for your sudden arrival. And if you don't mind—"
"—'puttin' the cigarette out'. Yes yes, heard that one hundreds of times." John sighed, "But don't worry. Won't be in your pretty lil hairs for long. Just came to check up on things. Not my type of scene anyway, but it's best to keep 'n eye on the prize."
"And that prize would be?" Asked a taller student with dark brown long hair in a long ponytail and slanted eyes like that of an elder. This was Kaede Nagase. "And depending on your answer, you might be able to walk out of here unharmed, de gozaru."
"Hmm, dodgy one, aren't you." John remarked, getting off the wall. "But so be it. Like I said; wasn't plannin' on stayin' 'ere long." He slowly strolled off towards the door as he walked by the students, "I'll just go off 'n be on my way if it's all the same to you." He was finally at the door and opened it. "Do be careful tonight. What with all the rumors floatin' about."
"W-Wait!"
Before John could exit the door, he looked over his shoulder to the young boy who called to him.
"Please tell me…are you like what the other two were?" Negi asked sternly, "Are you here to…scope out the campus for the school festival?" The girls were surprised at how sudden their own child teacher would ask questions like an adult. But most were more curious as to what answer this shady man would give him.
"You could say that…" John smirked. "Ta."
And with that, John had exited the classroom, shutting the door behind himself. While most of the students chattered amongst themselves—some in fear of that strange man coming out of nowhere, while others curious of him, Negi however was more worried than he'd be willing to physically show on his face. First there was the rumor of the death of a student, then two hunters arrive to assess the situation and track down who's responsible, and lastly there's this strange Liverpudlian man in a trenchcoat whose agenda remains almost unknown. However there was one thing that was clear; when he said eyes on the prize, he looked right towards Asuna.
This was to be quite an experience to come.