Welcome to the dreaded sequel to my ever-popular fanfic, Screwed Up! Seeing that this is an actual sequel, I highly recommend that you read Screwed Up first. I'm also writing the -cough- sequel cough to The Dreamer. Prepare to get confused out of your minds folks!

Alright, I'm going to set up the setting right here right now, It has been about half a year after Masayoshi left, two weeks ago Connor died, read The Dreamer to figure that out, Asakura is also dead, read The Dreamer to figure it out as well… I know True Serac and he's making a sequel so this is an alternate version of his sequel, if he doesn't like it, I'll delete it, no big deal. I'll work on this as well as I can, for the sake of True Serac's work as well as mine! I need you Jennon-Donnon! Fix my mistakes! Raedric, I don't know your specialization, but review and I'll be happy!

Disclaimer: Negima! doesn't belong to me, neither does Connor, I do however own Masayoshi and half of this storyline.

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Messed Up

Masayoshi Hitodama… Hell's Fire… these are names that can describe the rouge mage standing on the hill where the magnificent World Tree loomed over Mahora Campus. A guardian looking over the weak…

Sure makes us look like weaklings… Masayoshi raised the brim of his cap, he wore the traditional High School Gakuran, much more neat and sophisticated than the Middle School version, and it even came with a type of snap brim. He touched the cover of a leather-bound black book; it was on a sling of sorts wrapped around his left arm. A beautifully wrought quill-like pen sat in his breast pocket, the gleaming white of the feather protruding from the pocket. He looked with a sad smile at an old destroyed shell of a clock tower on the grounds, a scar on the utter beauty of the rest of Mahora. But it serves as a reminder that nothing can stay beautiful forever. Thought the boy.

He pulled out a lighter and stuck a cigarette-looking object in his mouth, he coughed as the smoke hit his lungs, he stuck the paper between his index and middle finger and spat on the ground, "Disgusting." He flicked the thing in the air and it exploded, in its place a void appeared and sucked itself into the ground. He smiled, "One down." He checked a map he had since he last came here, he compared the areas near him and found his next location. He looked at the skeleton of a tower once more and shrugged, might as well see what that magic is…

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Negi sat in his office, rubbing his temples. He was 11 counting now, but in this little space of time, he's become more mature… less naïve. He looked out the window to see his class playing, he sighed in relief that Mahora had a four-year middle school. He couldn't bear losing all of his students in one blow… he never wanted to get the feeling of being separated from a student like that… it'd be horrible to see them go… He quickly looked at the clock; it was still around an hour until he has to do something with the students. He grabbed a brown jacket and went outside, his destination and goal was to go visit two old friends of his…

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Masayoshi stood in front of a beautiful garden of tsuwabuki, he smiled as the pollen seemed to create its own world, a warm… perfumed section of beauty and life within the dead. He shook his head; tears streaming from his eyes as he finally realized whose body lay underneath the ground in eternal slumber. Multiple bodies. Asakura… Connor… Sayo… Masayoshi shook his head and pulled out his book, he pulled out a page and set it on the ground, pulling out another cigarette-looking thing he lit it and set it on the paper, the paper burned wit a brilliant light, yet the tsuwanuki did not burn, the fire danced among the grass and flowers as though they were partners of life. Masayoshi stared at the fire, his dark eyes revealing nothing.

Negi held his breath when he turned the last corner, a figure stood in front of the tsuwabuki, they did not weep, they did not grieve, and they simply stood there. Negi took a step forward, wondering who this stranger was. Masayoshi took a look at the dark clothes and gasped, "C-Connor?"

Masayoshi turned around, the fire immediately went out, he turned back to the fire and picked it up, the ash and carbon made a sort of drawing on the paper, but before anyone could see it, Masayoshi quickly shoved it into his book and turned to Negi, "It's Masayoshi dear Negi-boya."

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Negi and Masayoshi walked through the school grounds, Negi telling everything that happened after his sudden leave while Masayoshi calmly listened and smiled as he examined the grounds all over again, "So then we made the exploding sock puppets and…"

Masayoshi held up a hand, cutting Negi short, "Tell me about this Connor guy. He seems like a decent enough fellow."

Negi stared at his feet, sadness overwhelming him, though he promised himself he wouldn't grieve… then a thought came to him, "Masayoshi! Y-you can do things normal mages can't right? That's what you told me before you left."

Masayoshi took his cap off, revealing thick black-grayish hair, it was long, still had that tight ponytail in the end jut like Negi's own. He stroked his hair and shook his head, to get his hair out of his eyes. Negi realized that his eyes were very dark, almost black. The he spoke, "I guess I'm no normal magi now am I Negi?" He patted his book and thought about all the new things he could do…

Negi shook his head and grabbed Masayoshi's free hand, "That's perfect!" Suddenly Masayoshi realized Negi was crying. "Please! Please bring back Asakura and Connor!"

Masayoshi sighed deeply saddened to hear such a request, "Negi… magic can only save so much… Connor and Asakura… they're far too gone…"

"W-what about Marie-san?"

"Actually that was just lucky." Masayoshi sweatdropped a bit.

Negi sighed, he touched his left breast pocket and pulled out a very fancy pocket watch, he held it in front of Masayoshi, tears in his eyes as he prepared to voice his last and only hope, "Masayoshi… this watch… it's-"

Masayoshi swiped the watch leaving Negi staring at the place where it once was, Masayoshi held the watch in one hand as his other reached into one of his pant's pockets. Negi was about to explain what it was, but gasped as Masayoshi pulled out an identical, if not older, pocket watch. Masayoshi nodded and smiled, "The famous time-watch Cassiopeia… yep…"

Realization hit Negi's mentality like a bullet train, "MASAYOSHI!"

Masayoshi took a step back, suddenly frightened, "What?"

Negi grabbed Masayoshi's arms with an iron grip, "You're from the future right!? That means you know everything that's going on!"

Masayoshi released himself from Negi's iron grip, "Actually bud, I came to this time period when I was six, and History class was a bit too complicated back then."

Negi stepped back, incredibly saddened. Masayoshi noticed this and spoke, "But you know… sometimes… people have a time to go… like when it's my time… you just can't stop it…"

Negi nodded; hope replacing the sadness in his heart, "But if I can just get the Cassiopeia to-"

Masayoshi nodded, "Of course… now you better head back to class before the girls realize you're gone."

Negi quickly ran off towards the school building, saying nothing thanks to a very useful spell on Masayoshi's part. Masayoshi smiled bitterly and stared at the ground and the tsuwabuki, besides… sometimes you just can't bring back something that's meant to be lost…

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And here we have it; I'll leave it at a cliff-hanger. I know some of you are wondering what the hell I'm doing, splitting emotions like a frickin' butcher, but I'm afraid that this is here mostly as a wake-up call for ol' Serac! Of course I'll update it only with his consent. Please enjoy your day Serac Fans, and MMR fans, not that there's many, welcome to a new chapter of the Masayoshi Chronicles! Say hello to the sequel baby! I'm so excited! Oh and a note to Raedric, you didn't want The Dreamer to have a sequel and yet wanted my Screwed Up to have a sequel… so what do you think of this?

Slight Translations/Explanations:

Connor – The most badass CO in all of the Negima! universe! I gave my CO some cool points just so that the two can be mentioned in the same story without Connor getting pissed.

Asakura's death – Man, you gotta read True Serac's The Dreamer! It's a great thing people!

Masayoshi's New Look – Everything's the same, just more mature-looking.

Masayoshi's smokes – Not really cigarettes, actually he'll explain it next chapter.

Life in a Bottle & this thing: This is not related to True Serac's real sequel! This is just a sort of AU, so please don't get confused alright? Nothing I do here relates to the real sequel, I just want to make a two unrelated sequels in one story. I do however; use some of his sequel writings on to my own for Serac's entertainment.