Disclaimer: I do not own Negima nor do I own Bakemonogatari. Both works are owned by their rightful creator (Ken Akamatsu and Nisio Isin).

Damaged Goods Story

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There's something about long haired, stolid, and attractive males that made people of the opposite gender swoon. Hormone packed schoolgirls were currently aboard a train, 'checking out' seventeen-year-old Negi Springfield, the only male in the vicinity, as he gazed over the windows.

If you asked them to describe said male, you would get deep blushes and stammered words as your reply, they would say he was almost every female's wet dream: long, spiky, auburn hair that went down to his shoulders sat on top of a calm and collected face that bore a scar that covered his left eye horizontally. He had a pair of rimless eyeglasses he recently acquired from his big sister, for good luck she said. He wore a black suit, which hugged his well built form, with a red tie, followed by combat boots that felt out of place with his attire. On his back he carried a strange walking stick, that almost had the same length as he did, wrapped in white cloth. On his left hand he carried a small leather rucksack and his right was currently holding on to a rail revealing on his wrist, a golden bracelet with a ruby red gem encrusted inside.

When a girl's gaze met his impassive one, she was acknowledged with a small smile and a nod before gazing back over the windows. He was indeed a female's walking wet dream.

But those females did not really know what was inside that attractive young man's head, and if they did they would immediately wrench open the train doors and run screaming.

Negi Springfield never really cared much for the looks he received from any female he met, except one. He was, what some people would call, socially repressed. He also never really remembered much of his childhood. From what his Master, who was the female who he cared what she thought of him, had said that she was the one who found him in a small basket and a note. Abandoned.

Yes, seven month old Negi was abandoned by his parents. The only thing they left him with was a note that had a full name hurriedly scrawled in, 'Negi Springfield'. Of course, they would not know about it, perhaps the parents were trying to protect the child by placing him somewhere safe or perhaps someone had kidnapped him and left him there. But overall, Negi Springfield did not care. He lived his life under his Master's wing and was taught how to act and speak properly. He was not really happy, but he was content.

Happy. That word was alien to him. At the age of four, they were ambushed by inhuman creatures while traveling through a forest. Bloodied and scared, all he could do was cling to his fatally injured Master.

Missing both arms and legs, she knew she could not protect him, she hoarsely told him to flee. Run as far as he can. But still he would not. He sat there clutching on to her, eyes closed and anticipating their demise. Status report, things were not going swimmingly.

However, Destiny had other plans for them. She had looked at their current situation and said 'Nope.'

They encountered a stroke of luck and were saved by a robed man, whose hood covered his entire face. He carried a walking stick, which was now in his possession, and used that to easily decimate the foreign invaders, when a blast of something came out from the staff.

Looking at his Master, Negi saw fury in her eyes for someone who was nearly dead. He was confused as to why she had that expression, but for some unknown reason he had mimicked her expression and gazed at the stranger.

The stranger had said something, but it did not catch the young man's ears. It did however catch his Master's, and whatever he said roused a snarl and bared teeth.

Despondently, she watched as the man walked towards his apprentice. He knelt down to the boy's level and whispered something to him.

'Do you wish to save your Master?' He whispered to the boy, and her eyes shot up in fear. She knew what he was thinking. As her apprentice nodded, she shook her head wildly at him.

Ignoring his Master's reaction, the young Negi looked up at the stranger and said, "What should I do?"

Hearing his words, her face fell in defeat. There was no escaping from it now.

Six years had passed and the boy had turned ten-years-old. The Master and Apprentice were currently residing in Wales, England. He stood on top of a grassy knoll, practicing something, his Master watching over him from under a tree. His Master had taken on a new form the day he 'saved' her.

The strange man had said that in order to save her, he would have to give up his life for her. Without a heartbeat, the boy agreed quickly. Surprised, the stranger's shoulders shook with mirth, he told the boy what to do.

Moments later, his Master was helplessly sinking her fangs into his apprentice's neck.

Yes, his Master was a vampire. And not just any ordinary vampire. A Kaii Killer. A killer of Kaiis. She was one of the strongest vampires in existence.

And in order to save his Master, he would need to give his entire blood to her, his life to her. And the boy would happily do it in a heartbeat, as if it were similar to taking a walk, just to save poor old hapless her.

And so she did the next best thing. She turned her apprentice into a Kaii, and darkness swept her long after.

A day later and the boy woke up, currently resting in a small cave with his Master still sleeping next to her. His eyes widened at his Master's new appearance. What lay before him was a small girl, looking around to be at the age of twelve. The robes she adorned were gone and what replaced it was a pink summer dress, with a black ribbon tailored in the torso. Her previously inhumanly long golden hair now shortened to her waist, tips still having their rebellious upward curve. The steady rise and fall of her now flat chest calmed him down, so he surveyed his surroundings.

Surveyed? How did he know that word? In shock and confusion, he racked his mind and his vocabulary had somehow increased threefold. He then realized that he felt absolutely incredible. He looked at his hands and gasped.

Alabaster skin now replaced the previously tanned one. His fingernails were tapered to small claws, akin to dagger tips, ready to rip out skin.

The boy was absolutely stupefied when he realized that he could see in the dark!

He tried to look for a reflective surface, and all of a sudden his ears perked up. He had somehow discovered a source of water based on his hearing alone. Walking to the sound he saw a small body of water that was an arm's length wide. He knelt down and looked at his reflection using his night vision and almost jumped.

Blood red, reptilian eyes now replaced his previously russet colored ones. Spiked golden hair, similar to her master's, sat atop his head instead of his spiky auburn hair. He noticed fangs protruding from his open mouth, sharp enough to draw blood with ease.

During his shock he had unknowingly inched his hand closer, thus touching the water.

An inhuman shriek echoed across the cave, and the young boy was now in a fetal position, clutching his wet hand. Arcs of electricity danced around the wet appendage, and he wiped it off in his body.

Another inhuman shriek came from the boy, who was now shivering in pain for his stupid mistake. A hand suddenly grabbed his and the boy turned to see the stranger from before. In his hand was a towel that proceeded to wipe off the water from the teary eyed Negi.

A voice spoke, "You shouldn't touch water for now. It's bad for you."

The boy, who had calmed down, nodded and fired a machine gun load of questions, "What happened to me? What about my Master, is she okay? What did I do to her? Who are you?" Negi was surprised when his voice was slightly lower than before.

The robed man chuckled, "Whoa, whoa, settle down kiddo. I'll explain."

And so the two walked back to where the sleeping girl was and sat down, Negi next to his Master, and the robed man on a rock. The man began explaining what had happened, from telling the boy about his Master's race, to what those foreign invaders were. He had claimed that while his Master drained his blood, she infused her own blood and her own Magic inside him.

The boy cocked his head to the side at the statement of Magic.

"Yes. Magic is real. I used it to save you both from those demons."

The robed man continued to explain what he had become.

"As you can see, you have night vision eyesight, greatly improved hearing, massive intellect and senses, increased strength, and huge amounts of Magical energy and stamina. That explains why you're feeling great right now. But it has some downsides at first. You're deadly hurt by water and sunlight. You can stay in either for a good amount of time, because you're constantly regenerating, but it drains your blood so if you don't have plenty of blood, you will die."

Negi nodded.

"Now, this is only temporary. The Magic in your blood will eventually get rid of your weaknesses to water and sunlight, if you have a steady supply of blood. Which brings me to the next thing. Your Master needs your blood to survive, not just anyone's, it has to be you. You also need blood to survive, be it from blood packs to willing volunteers. Just don't forcefully take blood, it's frowned upon."

Negi nodded again.

The robed man muttered something under his breath, and the boy suddenly felt something wrap around his entire body.

"I casted a spell that temporarily negates your weaknesses until I can take you both to a place I know."

The man picked up his Master under his arms, carrying her in a bridal style, grabbed his walking stick, a staff the robed man told Negi, and walked out the cave, heading towards the forest. The small boy quietly followed the man, staying behind a few feet.

Hours later, while they were still traveling, his Master stirred.

"Master!" The boy quickly ran up to the small girl and she blearily spoke,

"What had happened?" Her eyes immediately shot up when she realized she was being manhandled by the robed man. She jumped out of his grasp and pointed an accusing finger. "YOU!"

The robed man stood there, no reaction, waiting for the small girl to vent out all her frustration, which didn't take long for she immediately fell over. She was kept from falling by her apprentice, who used his unnatural strength to keep her steady.

She looked over her shoulder and looked with wide eyes at the boy. Shock immediately got replaced by fury, as she looked back at the robed man.

"This is thy entire fault! Look at what you have done! To thy own so-" She was interrupted by a staff pointed to her face.

The boy then quickly stepped forward and tried to shield his Master, "Stop it! Why are you trying to hurt my Master!" The boy exclaimed.

The robed man pulled back his staff and said, "Don't worry about it, kid. Let's just go and get this over with. But first, your Master needs her blood."

And the girl reluctantly took it from the willing boy and proceeded to protectively hold her apprentice as they trekked to their unknown destination.

The trio had arrived after three days of walking. The sight of a small town on a hill caught their eye. The robed man pointed at huge structure at the end of town and said, "That's where you'll be staying for a while. Let's go."

Arriving at the entrance, the young man scanned the structure. It looked to be a cathedral of sorts.

They stood there waiting before the doors opened and a wizened old man, with long white hair and a longer beard, wearing robes stepped out and greeted them.

"Welcome to the Magic School."

The old man looked at the three and his eyes stopped when he saw the robed man.

"I-Is that you? Is that really you?" The old man managed to wheeze out. He looked absolutely shell-shocked.

Their robed companion nodded and said,

"The brat doesn't need to know yet."

As Negi finished performing his bojutsu katas using the staff he got from the strange man who he now discovered was his father, he sighed and looked over his shoulder. Seeing his Master nod, he bowed to her and they both walked back to the academy.

Negi was currently enrolled in the Magic School for six years, studying Magic and other subjects. His weakness over water and sunlight were still present, and he had to be sealed, using a special bracelet made by his Master, to at least negate his weakness over sunlight. For water, he would have to use herbal pills to dilute it, so he can safely bathe. His master claimed that he would be able to take it off by himself when he was able to overcome his weaknesses.

And so Negi had regularly conditioned himself to overcome his weakness to water: at first he sat in meditation as droplets of water hit his head, silently enduring the excruciating pain. He moved on to getting showered while still meditating, the first few attempts he needed to have blood packs around for he would occasionally drain them, howls of pain and anguish tore through the soundproof room, only heard by the disheartened small girl.

He also conditioned himself for sunlight: asking his Master to unseal him he would step out in to the sun, starting out from seconds to a few minutes. It was not as bad as his water conditioning, but it was still painful. He claimed that the sun was a slow burning process, whereas the water was a sudden jolt of pain. He had done this while secretly hiding himself to the public.

Days turned to months and he was able to stand in the rain for hours with mild discomfort, and be out in the sun unsealed for thirty minutes.

When he was at the age of eight, instead of getting out and playing with other students, he had scoured the village, discovering many martial arts dojos and boxing gyms. He then asked the teachers and coaches of every dojo and gym if they would take him under his wing. Five people were impressed with his steely resolve, and had indeed taken him under their wing.

A gruff old man, who seemingly had seen nearly everything, taught him how to box. His name was Max McGraw.

Two beautiful female twins, who thought the boy was cute, taught him the art of aikido. Their names were Akane and Akemi Fong.

A twenty year old male, full of spunk, taught him Tae Kwon Do. His name was Hyun-Soo Jin.

A middle aged man who claimed to be part of an assassination squad during a war, taught him Muay Thai. His name was Virote Konkankit.

Being in a Magical village, he felt it was safe to tell them what he really was. Of course they were shocked at first, but it only lasted for a second before giving words of encouragement and wonder. The two females would even offer their blood to him after they trained.

Under their tutelage, he had composed a special fighting style that he felt proud of. A variation of aikido that used his legs mainly more than his hands. He had showed his masters and they were very impressed. The five masters had been shocked at his rate of growth, learning and performing maneuvers that would take three years for a regular person in two to three months, and when they sparred using his fighting style it felt like a bomb had been dropped on them. Sure, it had its kinks, but they wanted it to be perfect. So the five banded together and proceeded to improve his style. And so a nine year old was created, and word spread around the martial arts community like wildfire.

During his training, he also attended to his academics. He was very gifted in Magic and had stellar grades on every class, being at the top of his class six years in a row, thanks to his vampiric senses and intellect, as well as his Master who occasionally gave him tips. His fellow students and the staff were greatly impressed at him. And scared. They were unnerved by his hollow expression and cold behavior that they would only witness change whenever they saw him with the seemingly small girl that accompanied him. His behavior caused the students to exclude him from their group, not that he cared for he preferred to study and train alone or with his Master.

His behavior was nothing new to the girl. When she saw him, she chose to keep him under her wing. She taught him how to act, to never show their emotion willingly for it could be exploited as weakness, and how to speak, to be clear, concise and get straight to the point, to never show a hint of excitement or sadness. She wanted him to be fully dependent for himself. She also wanted him to succeed her when he was older, but it had been rushed and she had to turn him earlier than she expected thanks to the event they experienced.

There was not without unfortunate events, however. Negi's vampiric urges had troubled him to no end, until eventually he snapped and almost lashed out against an unsuspecting female, lusting for their blood. His master had to restrain him, and beat him senseless until he could subdue the beast within him. The entire encounter resulted with a scar on his left eye.

Years later and he turned seventeen. His body had changed dramatically during that time. He grew out his spiky hair, and had developed muscles akin to that of a swimmer, for he did swim regularly to keep fit. He had overcome his weaknesses five years prior, and was still at the top of his class. He could finally unseal himself and she was proud of him. She had gone under the alias of 'Shinobu' during her time in the academy, to prevent the arousal of suspicion at her true identity.

It was graduation ceremony for Negi. He, along with four others, had graduated at the top of their class. Dressed in a green robe that covered his suit and tie, he received his diploma and job sheet with a calm face and a small smile. Walking out of the hall, two figures ran up to him.

Anya Cocolova and Nekane Springfield.

Anya was a fellow student in his class, a twin tailed fiery redhead that matched her attitude, and she had met and stuck with Negi seven years ago along with Nekane. When she saw him training one day, she was impressed at the grace and finesse Negi exuded when he performed his katas. She, too, knew martial arts. But she only preferred Tae Kwon Do among the others, something about kicks appealed to her. And combined with her flame magic that she was very, very gifted in, she was a force to be reckoned with when she grew up. The two occasionally sparred after that day, Negi gaining bruises every time due to him holding back on her for some unknown reason. Though she was a slight annoyance for both him and Shinobu in the beginning, they started to warm up to her, seeing as she was innocent and just naturally rambunctious.

Nekane Springfield, was revealed to be his cousin. She had taken the Master and Apprentice into her home and adopted them into the family the same year he met Anya. She was the epitome of a good housewife, although she never sought out a husband or partner for reasons that escaped the young mage. She would regularly have fainting spells when she saw him conditioning for his weakness. But despite that both Negi and his Master considered her to be their big sister of sorts and Nekane was delighted when she found out.

Both also knew about their true identity.

Anya and Nekane knew the way he acted. A cool expression masking his real ones, they never bothered to ask why he did that. But the rest of the students took that as something entirely different, casting him out. But not for them, as soon as they saw his stoic face, they knew that he was just masking his expressions. And so, the two decided to accompany him, bug him in Anya's case.

Although Anya would never admit it, she liked the young man that acted way too mature for his age. She would be deathly worried when she saw him conditioning and would be there along with Nekane to at least provide emotional comfort, in form of scolds and sobs of cries, so in the end Negi would have to placate them instead. Along with his blood pack supply, the duo would also offer their blood to him which he reluctantly took.

The females stopped in front of him, a caring smile on his "big sister's" face and a fiery smirk on her face. They asked where Shinobu was and earned a reply from underneath the young man's shadow. The females waved to her then congratulated him on his achievement and asked what his job sheet stated.

All four, including Shinobu, looked at the paper.

'A Teacher in Japan.' It said.

Nekane fainted. Anya scoffed. Shinobu gave a hum of approval.

After helping the fainting Springfield up, Negi asked his fellow classmate,

"So what does your job say?" He calmly asked the fiery redhead.

She looked away and scoffed before replying, "I'm to be a fortune teller in London. Anyway, I don't think you have what it takes to be a teacher in Japan, squirt."

Negi raised an eyebrow at the statement. He was almost a head taller than Anya. But he knew that it was his nickname for her. That did not stop him from being a bit irritated though.

"Oh? Do tell." He spoke, masking his irk.

Anya harrumphed, "Your cold expression would scare all your students. You're gonna give them nightmares if you keep that up." The fiery redhead put a hand on her hip and she pointed with the other at him.

Negi closed his eyes while sighing. Anya and Nekane were surprised that he had exposed himself to them, "You're correct about that statement, Anya."

He opened his eyes, and his face wearing a worried scowl, "I have been living my life the way I was taught, unfortunately that makes me a walking social exile. I do not know what to do." Anya felt a guilty when he said that.

Before she was about to speak, familiar voice caught their attention, "Ho…A teacher is it?"

It was principal and the same person who had allowed Negi to enroll. He walked up to the quarto, an amused expression on his face.

Anya and Nekane rushed up to the principal with worried looks on their faces. Shinobu stayed beside her apprentice, an impassive gaze on her the whole time.

"Are you sure there hasn't been a mistake?" Nekane asked.

"That's right! Look at him, is he teacher material?" Anya added while pointing at the said teacher.

The principal spoke, "If it was written in the diploma, then that is the end of the matter."

The wizened man looked at Negi, "Regardless of your current dilemma, you must train hard to become a great mage."

Negi blamed himself for that accident. He thought that if he had more power back then, he could have saved the both of them, or at least warned his Master about the ambush. He wanted more power. Needed more power. And in order to do that, he would become a Magister Magi.

The young man nodded and the principal continued, "Don't worry, the principal of the school you will be assigned to is a friend of mine. Just do your best, alright?"

"Yes sir, I will do my best." Negi answered coolly.

Negi was now standing quietly, eyes closed and leaning his back on a pillar, waiting for the train to arrive. A multitude of voices shouted his name and he opened his eyes. He saw the group of people he had opened up to: Akane and Akemi, Max, Virote, Hyun-Soo, Nekane and Anya.

The young mage smiled at the sight and bowed to them as they stopped in front of him.

"I thank you all for putting up with me for the past nine years. I'll send you all letters regularly when I arrive to Japan."

Akane and Akemi pounced on the vulnerable mage, pushing their assets to his chest.

"My cutie pie! We-" Akane cried

"-will miss you dearly!" Akemi continued.

"Don't forget us, ever!" They both finished in unison. The twins had a habit for finishing each other's sentences.

Max pulled them away and grunted, "You and your Master both be careful in Japan now, ya hear? That place is dangerous." He had a habit for being suspicious of everything.

Virote and Hyun-Soo clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. "Tell me what's it like in Japan, Negi. I haven't traveled to that place yet." Hyun-Soo spoke with his bottomless charisma.

"Yes, do send us pictures as well along with your letters." Virote supplied. Hyun-Soo and Virote had always acted like brothers.

And finally came Nekane and Anya.

Nekane calmly spoke first, "You remember to be nice to the girls, okay?" After she said that, her calm exterior broke down to tears. "I love you both, Negi and Shinobu. Send letters to us, please?"

Negi wiped a tear from her eyes and nodded, "I will do my best to make you all proud, Nekane-nee."

And with that, she fainted.

Picking the fainted Springfield back up on her feet, Anya harrumphed.

"Just smile, alright? Don't be scaring off everyone with your cold gaze." She said heatedly.

Forming his best smile, he nodded to all of them before boarding the now arrived train, a small wave over his shoulder.

"Take care of Anya and my sister, sensei." Addressed to his five teachers.

The doors closed and the train sped to the distance.

As Negi continued to survey the city, he found the place to be very crowded. He didn't really mind crowded areas, he had many ways to conceal himself should the need arise. What he did worry about was how he would act around the staff and his students.

A presence probed his head, 'Thou do not need to worry much, Negi. Thy first day and thy already panicked, this is not how I trained you.'

Gulping, he nodded. He felt a bit of irritation, which made him uneasy, and concern, which made him happy, from his master. 'Sorry, Master. I won't let you down.'

His master sighed. Currently hiding within his shadow, she felt the worry practically roiling around him. She sent him a mental smack to the forehead.

The girls around the young man jumped when he suddenly got sent back by an unknown force.

As Negi attempted to catch himself, his hands reached out in reflex. He unknowingly placed his hands on an (un)fortunate young lady.

"Whoah there. You okay?" The young lady hid her blush as she asked the handsome young man in front of her.

'Alright. Perfect chance to practice speaking to normal people.'

Shinobu felt annoyed by that remark for some reason.

Looking up at the flustered lady, he grinned and put a hand on the back of his head,

"I'm very sorry about that. I do not know what happened. Please forgive me." He said all that with a convincing tone.

The young lady felt even more flustered when she heard his deep voice. He had such perfect Japanese for a foreigner.

The she shook her head and stammered, "I-It okay, just want you be safe."

He noticed the broken Japanese, but regardless he was satisfied with his performance, so he fixed his cold mask back on and smiled.

"My apologies, I have not introduced myself. My name is Negi Springfield, a pleasure to meet you." As he introduced himself he used the opportunity to look at the young lady properly.

She looked foreign from the country, not that he would judge, her face indicating that she Chinese ancestry. She had golden blonde spiky hair that went down to her neck. Twin tails held up by a black bands sat atop her hair. She wore the school's uniform, consisting of a white shirt under an amaranthine colored vest that had a ribbon tied around the collar, and a red low cut plaid skirt that showed her toned legs. Her figure showed that she liked to do many outdoor activities, perhaps martial arts. What stood out was the color of her skin, tanned skin replaced the supposed white that most of her race would have. Regardless, she was attractive fellow that exuded energy.

Blushing under his scrutiny she replied, "Ah. Nice to meet you too, I'm Ku Fei." She held out her hand and grinned.

Negi smiled wider and held out his hand as well, completing the handshake.

The train stopped and an automated message played throughout the train,

"NEXT STOP, MAHORA ACADEMY CENTRAL."

Still keeping her grin Ku Fei said, "Well, here my stop. Bye bye Negi!" while running out of the train.

The rest of the passengers ran out as well, and so he joined in.

While running he noticed a redheaded female that had twin tails held up by bells, and a russet haired female who he assumed seemed to be her companion, shouting.

"TAKAHATA-SENSEI. TAKAHATA-SENSEI. TAKAHATA-SENSEI. TAKAHATA-SENSEI. WOOF!"

The young mage raised an eyebrow at the familiar name and ran towards the two.

Asuna Kagurazaka was not a happy camper. She had embarrassed herself by doing something idiotic, but she could not help it because it was for the sake of her love interest. She was partly to blame because she had believed what her fortune teller friend, Konoka Konoe, had said. While running to class, skating to class for her long russet haired friend, a cool voice spoke beside her.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Do you happen to know a Takamichi T. Takahata?"

Turning to the voice they both saw a boy with glasses around their age. He had long spiky auburn hair on top of his face that bore a scar on his left eye. His brown half lidded eyes had an impassive expression, before quickly turning into one that bore curiosity. He wore a black suit on top of a white formal shirt with a red tie around the collar. Black boots that looked out of place were on his feet. What caught their eye was the strange wrapped stick, almost as tall as him, he carried on his back.

She was about to answer when her bubbly companion spoke,

"Does she know her? She loves him! In fact, she would do anything for him!"

Blushing at her friend's antics, Asuna hissed at her friend before looking back at him. She noticed a raised eyebrow on his face and he spoke,

"I see. Well good luck to you, ma'am. Does he work at this academy?"

A bell rang before she could answer him. Konoka grabbed her hand and dragged her off to class while shouting over her shoulder, "I'm sorry but we're late for class! To answer your question, he is our English teacher. Now, bye!"

And so the two ran faster to their class.

Although a single thought ran through both women's head.

What was a teenage boy doing in a girl's school in the deepest part of Mahora Academy?

Speechless at what had just happened, he composed himself before heading to the Dean's office. As he turned to leave, he was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Hey, Negi-kun!"

Whirling around, he saw his old friend, Takamichi T. Takahata. He was a Magic school drop-out, not because of the lack of studying but because of an inability to cast incantations. However he was still respected among the Magic community due to his involvement with his father's supposed group that supposedly saved the entire Magic world. But enough about that. He respected the man for his perseverance, despite his disability. Apparently he could even take on other mages. How, he had no idea, but he had the feeling that he would know soon enough.

He nodded to the older man and called out, "Takamichi. Good day."

Takamichi chuckled, "Nice place isn't it, Negi-sensei?" He teased the stoic man.

The young man smiled and nodded again, "It's very crowded, if I do say so myself. However it is beautiful though, especially the tree, I wonder how that grew up to be that big." He winked at the surprised older man. The usually cold man had made an inside joke!

"Haha. Finally showing some expressions, Negi-sensei! You'll do very well teaching English to my class, I believe you can." Takamichi leaned out the window.

Negi nodded and replied, "I'm still very new to the showing my expression thing."

He turned and started heading to his destination. He raised his hand to wave a good bye while looking over his shoulder, "Don't fall, Takamachi."

As he heard that, the older man jumped out the window, landing with a front flip. And ran to the young mage. "I'll accompany you, Negi-kun!"

Negi and Takamichi were currently sitting in the office of one Dean Konoe Konoemon. The man was a very nice, if not a bit strange. His behind shaped head carried no traces of hair, save for a white ponytail, on his stretched ears were hoop earrings, and he had long eyebrows that drooped down, as well as a long beard. He wore what seemed to be an eastern priest's robes.

The three were currently discussing Negi's employment.

"I see…your training was to come to Japan as a teacher. They've given you quite a task." The Dean mused. "Hoho. I had heard from the Magic School's principal, Magus, that you had a great amount of potential to become Magister Magi. I am glad to have you as my employee."

The young mage nodded, "Yes it is, sir. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Seeing his reply, the dean stroked his beard.

"First things first. You are currently employed here as a temporary teacher until the finals, coming in three months, are over. If your students fail, so do your chances of becoming a Magister." The old man warned.

If he had any worries, he showed no traces of it. With his calm mask, the young mage nodded again.

Leaning back, the Dean chortled, "On a lighter note, you will have to live with one of your students."

Negi's eyebrow rose at the statement. He may be socially repressed, but he was not stupid.

"Sir I-" He started to voice out his concern before getting interrupted.

"Don't worry, I trust you completely. In fact I think it might help you. If you develop friendships with the students, they'll see you more than just a teacher and will be more likely to listen to you. As well as the fact that you will be able to open up to your class with ease." The old Dean spoke seriously.

The young mage nodded in understanding.

The Dean's face then went back to mischief, "You are still a man though, so in case you do get urges, might I suggest my granddaughter? She could use someone like you." The prankster's eyes glinted as he spoke.

Before he could decline, the Dean spoke up, "Well, one more thing before you leave." He looked at Negi's shadow.

"Kissshot Acerola-Orion Heart-under-blade, it's good to see you again."

The young mage was alarmed at the man's knowledge of his Master, and the forgotten Takamichi was slightly fidgeting now.

Suddenly, Shinobu popped out in front of her apprentice, a smirk on her face.

"Tis indeed good to see you, Konoemon. I hope thou will not send the hunters after us, I would hate for thee to have employees missing for an unknown reason." She pointedly said.

The Dean chuckled and nodded, "Hoho. As long as you do not cause any mischief unlike your friend currently living in the academy."

Said friend was currently sitting in her seat, and sneezed.

Shinobu raised an eyebrow, "So the rumors were correct, then. Evangeline is currently residing here?"

Negi recognized the name. His Master had told him tales of what she did in her past life during their stay in Magic School. She and Evangeline had been together since they were eleven years old. They traveled the lands, evading and killing vampire headhunters that were out for them, had trained and practiced Magic together, even inventing their own style of Magic. Apparently Evangeline had an obsession with his father, even going as far as dragging his Master with her to stalk him. Of course, his Master had no clue as to why Evangeline liked the man, but voiced no question about it and just tagged along.

Somewhere, Evangeline sneezed again.

Rumors around the grapevine apparently said that his father had sealed Evangeline within this school, promising to release it when she graduated and had a new look on life. Negi did not know why he forgot to release the poor vampire from the curse, but he let it go seeing as it was not his business.

The old man continued chuckling, "Yes. Yes she is. Poor girl has been stuck here for a long time now, trying to get out of the curse herself."

Hearing that, Shinobu laughed before nodding, "I go by the name of Shinobu currently." She turned to Takamichi.

"Take care of my apprentice, yes? He can be a handful sometimes." And with that, she sunk back into the young mage's shadow.

Takamichi and Negi both bowed to the Dean. Negi turned around and met face to face with 99 centimeters of marshmallowy cotton.

"My." Said a mature voice with a hint of mischief.

He stepped back and looked at the wielder of those assets. A pale skinned woman, around the age of their late twenties, who wore the same rimless glasses as his and had sapphire tresses on top of her head stood before him. Her yellow earrings stood out. She had a motherly figure covered by a purple turtleneck sweater, a necklace in sight, and a long skirt.

Negi bowed and apologized, "I am very sorry, madam."

He stood back up and saw her wink at him.

"You must be the new teacher, Negi-sensei. My name is Shizuna Minamoto, and it seems we will be seeing each other a lot." She coyly spoke.

"Hoho. Shizuna-chan here is not a mage, but she is Magically aware. She knows you're a Kaii, and only the three of us in the staff know."

Negi raised an eyebrow at her, before nodding.

The young mage could not help but steal glances at the woman's chest. They were like magnets to the eyes of males. Fortunately, he managed to turn his eyes quickly back at the well endowed teacher. If he felt any embarrassment, which he did for he was a man after all, he masked it with his signature cool face. Smiling, he nodded, "It seems so, Shizuna-sensei. It seems so." He then winked at her.

Blushing, she fanned her face and joined them to leave the Dean's office.

Takamichi handed a notebook to Shizuna before parting ways with the duo. And with that, the two teachers headed towards Negi's class.

The energetic class of 2-A was notoriously known for its rambunctious students. The class was currently discussing one controversial topic: The new teacher that transferred today. The local paparazzo, Kazumi Asakura, was the one who started the rumors, using her sources, regarding the new teacher. After the chattiest person, Haruna Saotome, had heard from her the rumors had spread like the plague to the students and teachers. And so, mostly everyone that knew talked about it. Excluding a few.

The twins Fumika and Fuka Narutaki had conspired together a small prank for the new teacher. From the eraser placed on top of a door slightly ajar, to an installed tripwire that triggered a falling bucket and fired suction cup arrows. It was perfect.

Ku Fei was currently sitting down in her seat, elbows propped to the desk and head resting on her hands, thinking about a certain Negi Springfield. She could tell that he was strong, he might be stronger than her but she didn't know that. Wistfully sighing, she continued her daydream.

Chao Lingshen noticed her fellow classmate and friend's behavior and giggled. Seems like she found herself a man of interest.

Mana Tatsumiya sat in her seat, thinking about the current prices of 14.5x114 millimeter cartridges for her beloved anti-tank rifle.

Evangeline A.K. McDowell, who swore she had contracted something, had noticed a person with considerable power enter the barrier that the school had erected. She knew that her time of being sealed would soon be over.

Chachamaru Karakuri, the resident robot classmate and servant of Evangeline, watched her Master with worry.

Konoka Konoe sat there worriedly looking at her roommate. Being the daughter of the Dean, she knew that the new teacher would replace their Takahata-sensei. She just couldn't steel herself to reveal the information to Asuna.

Asuna Kagurazaka had a worried and angry expression on her face. She was worried that her beloved Takahata would no longer be with the class and angry at the supposed new teacher that would replace him. She found herself thinking about the cold person they had met before school and shook her head. He couldn't possibly be a teacher. Boy was she up for a rude awakening.

"Ne, Asuna?" The bubbly fortune teller spoke, catching her attention. "What would you feel if the new teacher came to our class?

Asuna chuckled darkly.

Negi managed to cover his mouth with his hand as he sneezed.

They were standing outside the door to his class, preparing himself to greet his students.

"Bless you, Negi-sensei. Are you okay?" Shizuna worriedly asked.

Sniffing, he replied, "Must be getting hay fever."

Hearing his answer she smiled and handed a notebook over to him.

"Oh. Thank you." The young mage said as he took the notebook from her.

"This is Takahata-sensei's student handbook. He wrote personal notes for each student, so it should help you."

He quickly scanned the student notebook, memorizing each pretty face and name in a span of seconds, and thanked her again.

"Well. Shall we enter?" He said in English.

Suddenly, he felt malicious intent coming out of the classroom, and he scanned the door. He could see a chalkboard eraser planted on top of the door, and a gleam in the light gave away a tripwire in place.

Not wanting to get the kind teacher in any danger, he went in first. As he opened the door, he raised his hand and caught the falling eraser and triggered the tripwire. Tossing the student notebook to the teacher's desk in front of him, he raised his other hand and caught the bucket while dodging the arrows that fired at him. Negi walked up to his desk, picking up the arrows on the way and dropping them into the bucket and placed the eraser on the chalkboard.

"Ara, ara…" Shizuna sweat dropped at the failed attempt of publicly humiliating the new teacher.

Setting the bucket to the side Negi's half lidded eyes gazed at the class in front of him, hinting no emotion.

He could mostly see the shocked and nervous faces of his students. His gaze caught the more nervous than everyone twins, Fuka and Fumika Narutaki he recognized, and smiled.

Seeing the person's smile, the twins cowered, fearing the worst.

"Student number 22: Fuka Narutaki and student number 23: Fumika Narutaki. Please stand."

The two jumped when they heard their name, nonetheless they stood up.

"Y-Yes?" They both asked shakily.

"Nice try. Now sit down." He told them coolly. He was impressed at the set up of the trap, he was right to go before Shizuna.

The twins sighed deeply and sat down. "We're sorry. We thought you were the new teacher." Fuka spoke softly, with Fumika nodding in agreement.

Satisfied at their answer, he nodded and continued scanning the class.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw a female ghost sat down on a seat on his right side of the room. 2 hitodamas floated beside her. He kept his gaze for a few more seconds before he continued his survey.

Meanwhile the said ghost was surprised when the teenage boy looked at her directly in the eye, and an inkling of hope grew within her.

Scanning from right to left, he saw the two females he had questioned earlier, sitting in the middle of class. The redheaded female, Asuna Kagurazaka he now discovered, looked very angry at him for some reason. Her bubbly companion that sat beside her was looking at her and him with worry. He quickly acknowledged them with a momentary gaze before continuing. His eyes locked with a familiar face, and he nodded to her.

As Negi nodded to Ku Fei, she quickly stood up and waved at him.

"Springfield-san, aru!" She exclaimed with a grin on her face.

He smiled, "We meet again, Ku Fei-san."

Sitting back down, she kept her grin on the whole time. A voice behind her finally asked the question everyone was wondering.

"Ano…who are you, if I may ask?" Yuna Akashi had her hand raised as she spoke.

Negi's eyes widened for a second, before he took off his mask and smiled.

"Ah, my apologies." He coughed before continuing. "My name is Negi Springfield. From today onwards, I will be your English teacher and homeroom teacher at this school. I will only be here for three terms, but it is a pleasure to meet you all."

Shinobu chuckled under his shadow. Looks like they will have an interesting school year.

A/N:

Yo!

Just a writing exercise I had done while I was thinking of plot lines for my other story. I only added Shinobu to keep things interesting. I am not sure as to how the pairings would form in the story. Evangeline for being a fellow vampire, Ku Fei for meeting him first and being a fellow martial arts master, or basically a harem. I won't do an AsunaXNegi though, I feel that at best they would have a brother and sister relationship. Everyone else should be fair game though. Well, tell me what you think. Signing out,

-TrixBella