[The Demon & the Princess]

Negima and all related characters was created by Akamatsu-Sensei and owned by their copyright holders, and the original webcomic was made by Z-bread (the webcomic can be found on Deviantart I'll be sure to post a link as as possible). I own nothing in this fanfiction except whatever original characters that are in it. I've also made no money in the making of this fic, so please don't sue me. Please enjoy the story.

[This wasn't in the script!]

It was early in the evening, and the sun was setting over head as Setsuna walked through Mahora Academy. The short statured swordwoman was not dressed in the Mohara middle school uniform, as was usual for her or even her hakama that she practiced her sword arts in. Instead she wore a blue shirt that had a bow at the front that was white, a tan pair of shorts that came up just above the knees and in her hair was a white bow that was tied to the base of her pony tail. The outfit had been a gift to her from her precious friend, Konoka.

As the street lamps flickered on over head, Setsuna couldn't help but fidget slightly. She was uncomfortible in her curent state of dress and the way that people were staring at her as she pased on by. She felt doubly exposed because Setsuna didn't have her sword with her. She had to remember that she was there, wearing those clothes, because Konoka wanted her there and there was little- if anything- that Setsuna would deny her.

It had all started earlier that day. Classes had just let out the for day and school had managed to go on without more than the usual amount of chaos inherent for it. Setsuna gathered up her school materials and deposited them in her bag. With Yuunagi, her sword and near constant companion, Setsuna began making her way to Konoka, who was already leaving the class room without waiting for Setsuna like she normally would. However she was intercepted by Asuna, Konoka's room mate and closest friend appart from Setsuna.

"I'm sorry Setsuna-san but Konoka said she has to take care of something and asked me to give you this note." the red head girl explained, grining. Taking the note, Setsuna bowed and thanked her. She than unfolded and read it.

'Dear Secchan! I'll be waiting for you at the World Tree Stage, please be there at five. Signed, Konoka... P.S. Wear casual clothes or else!'

Setsuna, sighed, bringing herself back to her present. 'I wonder why Konochan didn't wait for me?' Setsuna wondered, slightly hurt about that and the fact that Konoka neglected to tell her about what she was doing or why she wanted Setsuna to met her at the stage. Though she felt fairly certain that Konoka had a good reason, and she knew that she would forgive her preatty much anything.

As she neared the World Tree Stage she heard a scream echoing in the distance. With a chill running down her spine, Setsuna ran past a number of signs that were near the large steps that lead up the amplitheatre. At the top she looked down the amplitheatre onto the World tree stage and what she saw there made her blood run cold. The stage was a large stucture, made to resemble something not unlike a shell. It was large enough that it was used for school dances, tournaments, contests, concerts and even the odd open aired play, though as large as it was it was still dominated by the World Tree.

What was there, however, were demons. There were lots of them, most were of the large variety, most were heavily armed and they were all surrounding Konoka.

The healer had her magic artifact out, the paper fans Flabellum Euri and Flabellum Australe, and so far was managing to hold off the demons using the iron fan technique that Evangaline had been teaching her. However Konoka was still no where profecient enough to keep such a large number off for much longer and she was already flaging.

She leapt, using shundo to close the gap quickly before it was too late, shouting as she did. "Oujou-sama!"

Had she been paying attention before leaping into the fray, Setsuna would perhaps have realized that there was something was fishy about the entire situation. For one thing the demons, as strong and well armed as they all seemed, were in fact third raters if even that without a single high class demon to direct them. They ought not have pierced the school barriers, much less gotten so far into the academy even with their numbers.

And for another thing had Setsuna gotten a closer look at the girl being attacked she wouldve known right away that they were not really Konoka. The girl was too tall and androgenous looking, her face wasn't wide enough, her eyes too large and her hair far too long and flowing. A closer look wouldv'e told her that it was one of Haruna's gollems.

However for Setsuna the only thing that was important was that Konoka was in danger and needed her. She charged in, undaunted by the fact she was unarmed and there were now a number of armed demons bearing down on her as well. The Shinmei Ryu, in fact, did not require the use of a weapon. Lounging, she struck two demons aside, kicked a few more high into the air, than grapled the remaining demon by the head and tosed it over her shoulder. It rotated through the air a few times before crashing into a clump of demons that was closest to Konoka, sending them all into the ground in a heap.

"Ojou-sama, I'm coming!" she shouted as she closed the remaining distance, her right arm strtetched to reach her precious friend.

The Konoka gollem perked up at the her shouts. "Set-chan," the golem uttered softly, distracted for but a moment. The moment was enough for one of the more human sized demons to strike. It impaled her in the back with its broadsword, the tip protruding from her stomach. Konoka's fans cluttered noisly to the ground as the demon withdrew its sword and than with a single stroke beheaded the gollem, just as Setsuna was about to arrive.

Setsuna watch helplessly as Konoka's head went flying through the air as her body fell over with a loud thud. "O-oujo-sama..." Setsuna said softly, tears begining to form in her eyes. She fell to her knees as she began to weep...

.....

...Unobserved by Setsuna, Evangaline was watching the brawl with her trademark evil smirk. She wasn't even wellden as she was right in the amplitheatre. Standingbesid her was Haruna, the mangaka. "This wasn't in the script Eva-chan!" she complained, crying as her Golems got riped into by Setsuna....

[End first chapter]

{Author's Notes}

Yes, I know that this version has differences from the webcomic from which this fanfic is based on. I took a few artistic liberties in order for it to make more sense from a character stand point (Setsuna meeting Konoka so far away from the academy unarmed? Not very likely).

Shinmei Ryu Unarmed style: I'm preatty sure there's a seperate name for this... however its existance is supported by Love Hina (towards the end of its run) and by Negima (in the tournament arc) and the root of it seems to be Aikido. Its not as effective as the armed version of the Shinmei Ryu, leaving the person unable to use most of the demon dispelling strikes.

Shundo: sorta instant movement thing, where the person concentrates their ki or magic at their feet and leap, strategic use of it allows the user to get behind their opponent, also good for closing in on opponents using ranged weapons and magic. Generally a short to mid range movement. A good user of it can even leave after images behind, potentially confusing less observent foes.

Iron Fan: A martial arts style that Evangaline mastered about a hundred years ago upon first ariving in Japan. Her first (and so far only) use of it was on Setsuna during the tournament arc.

Haruna's golem: Because of her artifact, Haruna can transform whatever she draws into real beings. Haruna is a mangka with Shoujo (think Clamp) bent, so its usually not to hard to tell the difference to tell one of gollems appart from the real deal... how her gollems wind up coloured is beyond me.