Chapter 1: What Are You?

A new day was dawning for Mahora Academy. Since the trip to Kyoto was a huge success, everyone spent their seemingly short and calm weekend oversleeping. Now it was Monday meaning–

"WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" A certain red-head girl yelled. Said girl was running quickly through the hoard of students along with two other people, a girl with skates and a short boy with a long staff and backpack.

"Ahaha Asuna, you overslept again, why are you so surprised?" the girl on roller skates commented.

"Ahhhhh! I don't know Konoka! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Asuna replied.

"Ehehe, slipped my mind I guess." Konoka giggled innocently.

"You really should wake up earlier Asuna-san." the young boy joined. "It's not healthy to wake up so late and— WAAAH!" he was interrupted by 2 girls having pink and black hair.

"MORNING NEGI-SENSEI!" they squealed in unison.

"Ah, Makie-san, Yuuna-san, Good morning!" Negi greeted after he recovered.

"Hey Negi! We're going ahead without you!" Asuna yelled whilst running at top speed with Konoka on her skates.

"AHHH! WAIT FOR ME!" Negi shouted as he desperately tried to catch up to the two girls.

Although mornings like this was hectic, 10-year old Negi Springfield was happy as he could be, running along with his students so none would be late for their classes. The Kyoto trip was tough on the young mage but he was relieved that it was all over and he can go back to teaching his quirky Class 3-A of 31 girls at good old Mahora Academy.


Meanwhile at said school, the Dean was finishing a meeting with Takahata, Shizuna and the female dean from the Avaron Academy, Naoki Rengu. Standing next to her was a girl about 5'5" with short midnight blue hair wearing a black t-shirt zipper hoodie over the standard Mahora middle school uniform.

"So that's all you need to know as for getting around the Academy, you can get the assistance of the Walking Club members to show you around the school grounds if you want to explore a bit more, okay?" the Dean told the girl. "Any questions?"

"Yeah I got one. Do I have to wear the skirt with this uniform?" she asked plainly. A pause momentarily prevailed.

"Yes, you do." replied the Dean

"Pervert." the girl bluntly stated, earning a bump on the head from Rengu.

"Insolent girl! Do you want to get in trouble on the first day of school?"

Ignoring the question the blue-haired girl whined, "Ow Naoki-san that hurt!" That earned her another bump on the head.

"After all these years you still don't put the right honorific! Heavens, its Rengu-sensei." The girl just mocked her under her breath.

"Ho ho, quite a lively one we have here too! Now I know what class to place you in." he chuckled "Moving on, I would like to discuss things with Kurosaki-san with the staff only. Thank you for dropping off our new student Rengu-sensei. Pleasure to see you as always and have a safe trip back to Osaka." he said as he shook the fellow dean's hand.

"The Pleasure's mine Konoe-sensei." she said before getting close, "Watch out for her alright? She is one heck of a trouble maker." she whispered for everyone to hear. The girl in question stuck her tongue out in annoyance, stopping when the Osaka dean straightened up, turned around, and walked away, a glare of disdain locked with her intimidating one until she finally past her and left the room.

"GAH! I thought she'd never leave!" the girl exclaimed while stretching.

"Yes she's gone. Down to business, you will be assigned in the same dorm building as my granddaughter Konoe Konoka," he showed a picture of her from his desk, "and your room number is 35. You'll be rooming alone, is that alright with you?"

"Hell yea it is! Thanks!" she said happily, maintaining her cool.

"Quite, your class number is 3-A and your seat number is 32. You are sitting next to Zazie Rainyday and your homeroom English teacher is Negi Springfield. Have you got all of that?" He finished to look up and receive a nod from the student. "Good, now on behalf of the students and staff of Mahora, I, Konoe Konemon, welcome you to Mahora Academy Boarding School!" he ended grandly waving an arm towards the windows of a gleaming school ground.

"Great. Can I go now?" she said as she spun around, put her hands in her hoodie pockets took out headphones and an mp3 and walked to the door.

"Wait, one more question." this stopped her at the handle of the door. She stepped back, turning around halfway in the process.

"What now?" she asked a bit annoyed.

"Come on, you can tell us anything. We are not just a normal school for girls. What are you?" He asked firmly in a calm manner. The question made the girl's eyes widen in surprise, she turned around fully facing the two teachers and Principal, expression not changing.

"W-what? What are you talking about?" she stuttered, nobody had ever asked this question before and thought she hid her heritage quite well.

"You heard me. What are you? This school is not normal I can tell you that. There is a robot, ninja and even a couple mages around here. Whatever you are, I'm sure you can tell us and we won't tell a soul as long as you do the same." he asked getting more serious by the minute.

"Ah…" she began but turned her eyes away and gazed at the floor in slight depression until she felt a hand on her head causing her to look up and see Takahata gently smiling.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell us now. Tell us anytime you want, we aren't going to force you to do anything. Shizuna and I will be there to talk with you in the school office at anytime, alright?" he said kindly. The girl looked at him and saw sincerity, then turned to Shizuna who was also showing a gentle smile.

"Now head over to your new class, they are very kind and caring girls don't worry. I'll escort you." Shizuna reassured. Takahata nodded and gently turned the mysterious girl around to face the door. Again she stopped holding the handle and turned around and walked towards the center of the room.

"Okay, I get it. I'll tell you what I am." she said silently defeated. There was no use trying to hide it, might as well say it. Besides... She never met any administrators as kind or caring as them. An overwhelming sense of trust was felt within, flickering to memories of her past, A man seemingly in his late teens with silver hair put a hand on the girl's shoulder, a scar going across his face as his eyes were concealed under the darkness of night "It's Alright, you can trust us! We're family afterall!" he said cheerily. Ignoring them, she stood straight looking at the Dean calmly.

"I'm a—"


AN: Thanks for reading everybody! his is just a starter please tell me what you think... Haters... Don't worry I hate you too. Just kidding! Any constructive criteria is welcome of course! :D