Disclaimer: I do not own Magister Negi Magi of any of its characters. Same applies for every future chapter.

(Updates: 11/01/07: Sorted out paragraphing)

"ABC" - Indicates speech.

"ABC" - Indicates thoughts and feelings.

"ABC" - Indicates shouting or major announcements.

"ABC" - Indicates spoken English.

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Chiu! Diary of a Lonely Girl

A Negima Fanfiction story by Rdz

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Chapter 1

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Thank you for using Electronic Diary V3.78!

Your Name is: Chisame Hasegawa

Your Password is: perfectionischiu

Entry Login: 000497

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Dear Diary,

It seems convenient that I'm using the train, since my mind is but a train of thoughts; why was I born, why am I here, what makes me… me? Okay… reading that first sentence made no sense to me whatsoever, but that's just the way I am. Part of me wants to keep quiet, whilst the other part wants to scream unholy hell just so the whole universe can recognise me. In a way I have sort of achieved both these goals… yet I also feel that I haven't accomplished a single thing in this nutshell called a life.

Damn it! Why am I thinking like this?! It's too deep and twisted. I'm only a teenager after all. Whilst I'm pouring my heart and soul into this laptop, other people are playing Hello Kitty on the PS2. I should be having fun, not wonder what the meaning of life is.

Most of my time I live in an all girls boarding school. Cruel fate has chosen me to be in a group full of the most insane, freaky acting girls on the planet (which planet I'm not yet sure). In fact I can hear some of them now, cheering away as if they were still on holiday.

Changing the subject, I wonder if Takahata-sensei will be our teacher again? Not that I have a crush on him (cough, Asuna, cough) but he just seems like the only teacher… who is… well normal.

Oh well it's not much further to go, so I better call it a day for now. I'll speak again.

Chisame Hasegawa

(-log off-)

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The girl slumped back into her seat, seemingly defeated from her mental engagement. She slowly closed her laptop and decided to spend the rest of the journey staring blankly into the window, completely uninterested by the forever changing scenery.

Her name is Chisame Hasegawa; an intelligent young teenager who prefers the company of her computer rather than other people. Her hair is long and brown, preferring to have it tied in a ponytail fashion. Her brown eyes are concealed by large, circular spectacles worn over her face. Sometimes in the right light it was impossible to even see her eyes. Her personality suggests that she probably smiles only when she feels is absolutely necessary. She certainly wasn't the kind of girl to stand out in a crowd, and even if she did she would conceal herself as quickly as possible.

Completely oblivious to the now hypnotic scenery, she nearly failed to realise a small pair of footsteps, sounding their way to the empty seat next to hers.

"Is this seat taken?" The voice asked.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Chisame glanced over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the new acquaintance. The voice didn't ring any bells. If it was one of her classmates they would of bounced on the seat without asking, followed by constantly harassing the poor girl with a barrage of rapid conversation. The reserved girl suddenly realised the voice belonged to a young boy, who from appearance, looked no older than ten or eleven.

Chisame nodded her head, allowing the boy to sit next to her. At this time she wished she had something to occupy her mind with. The scenery was becoming repetitive and she already packed her laptop away. Tightening her lips, she decided to look down on the floor. The only thought she repeated in her head was why a ten year old boy was on a train, with no family or guardians to look after him? Was he an orphan? A lost child?

Chisame decided to briefly look at the boy. As young boys go this one was rather small in size, just reaching the girl's shoulders in length. His hair and eye colour were an identical match to her own, and one could tell he didn't like getting his hair cut since it was all the way down to his neck. Giving him a unique appearance was his small glasses just resting comfortably on his nose, and from the looks of his outfit and huge backpack, one came to a conclusion that he was indeed foreign. Despite the humid condition, he wore a large beige overcoat… at least it looked like one, so the heat combined with his heavy clothing made him sweat profusely. Though she tried not to show any disrespect, Chisame couldn't help but turn the other way just to avoid that faint but noticeable smell the young boy seemed to possess.

Just what she wanted. A small stinky boy sitting next to her for the remainder of the trip.

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"…next stop… Mahora Academy Central…"

After what seemed like a forever lasting ten minutes, the number of school girls now outnumbered everyone else at least ten to one. Finally the train reached its final destination, slowing to an eventual standstill.

"My stop." Chisame spoke quietly, managing to peel herself from the seat. Noticing the boy was now fast asleep, she had to squeeze past him and his assortment of bags and luggage. There was a huge overflow of girls filling up every possible space, as they all ran recklessly outside to the train station. Chisame could never compete with the speed of most of the girls so she patiently waited until she was the last one to depart. As she was about to set off herself, Chisame took one last look at the boy. He must have been truly tired not to hear the screams and cheers all the girls were making. Taking an alternative route, she casually walked into the police station nearby.

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"Hello can I help you?" The female receptionist asked.

Chisame nodded, replying in a very confident manner. "I would like to report a lost boy, last seen on train 613D. He's eight to eleven years old, around five foot five in height and has long brown hair. He's also wearing a large beige coloured overcoat."

"Thank you. I'll alert my supervisors right away."

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"Oneesan… huh? Wh-what? Where am I…?"

Blinking his eyes awake, the young boy realised he was still on the now empty train. Fortunately the staff always paused for a break during this location, so he took control of this opportunity and ran as fast as his small legs could carry him, holding a map which folded out to be almost as big as he was.

"Let's see…" He thought, running and reading at the same time. "According to this Mahora Academy should be straight ahead…"

The boy paused for a second to gather his thoughts and confidence. Japan was unlike anything he ever laid his eyes on. Everywhere was so… modernised… like he was living in the future. The vast city was full of bright, multicoloured buildings, even the simple pleasures like road signs and pathways were drastically different. He was simply amazed.

Making sure no one was around, the boy quietly whispered under his breath, slowly drawing out a peculiar wooden staff out of his large bag.

Afterwards the boy continued his journey from before. Only this time he appeared to run a little faster…

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Just having made it to the academy, Chisame changed her sprint to a casual walk, striding her way to the corridors and stopping by the door to her classroom. "Here we are, another year of my favourite class…" she sighed.

Taking one final deep breath, Chisame pushed the door wide open, falling victim to a large bucket of water that dropped straight onto her head. Completely drenched, Chisame carefully lifted the bucket upwards, greeted by a chorus of laughter.

"Morning Chi-chan!" Two small girls giggled, no doubt they were the ones who set up this trap in the first place. Even a fool would realise the two of them were in fact twins; both the same size, both had pink hair and more annoyingly, both would always speak in unison,

"Those twins will become the death of me…" Chisame muttered, sitting down by her desk whilst rinsing the water out in her hair.

The whole classroom was now full of the female manic misfits Chisame knew and loathed. Everyone but her was chatting away, talking about what they did during the summer period amongst other things. For some reason the time spent waiting for the teacher took a little longer than usual.

"Where's Takahata-sensei?" Chisame mused, placing both hands on her face. "He's always here on time…"

Silence instantly filled the room when the sound of footsteps were heard. There was a mild surprise. Usually every year they would be taught by a middle aged man named Takamichi, a teacher Chisame held utmost respect for, mostly because of his ability to keep the class quiet. This time however, the teacher was a beautiful blonde woman in her early to mid-thirties. She let her long hair flow straight to her back, walking with the grace of a model. One thing that was undoubtedly noticeable was her impressively large bust-line. She got everyone's undivided and somewhat confused attention when she walked her way to the front desk. Her name is Shizuna, and judging from her posture it looked like she had an important announcement to make.

"Greetings everyone. Takahata-sensei will be tutoring some of the higher-end classes this year, so I would all like you to meet your new teacher… all the way from Wales!"

Everyone in the class quietly spoke to each other. This was certainly a bombshell of an event Shizuna had dropped on them. There was silence again as the door opened a second time.

A young boy gulped as everyone turned to face him. Chisame instantly recognised him as the 'lost child' back on the train… only this time the clothes he wore were significantly different from before. Looking incredibly smart, the boy was now wearing a dark green suit, complimented with a white shirt and red tie. He was now officially the centre of attention.

Chisame's emotional level geared from casual to 'what the hell'.

The boy cleared his throat as he joined side by side with Shizuna. The only place he wanted to look at right now was the desk directly below him. He started to shiver with fear until Shizuna gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

She whispered with words of reassurance to him. "It's okay… you can do this…"

The boy nodded, swallowing a large lump in his throat before looking up again. All those beautiful girls looking right at him with surprise. Blonde hair, orange hair, pink hair, pale skin, tanned skin, dark skin, face paint, earrings… each girl unique in their own incredible way. Then he noticed right at the back of the class was a girl with rounded glasses, staring at him with perhaps more curiosity then everyone else combined.

"That girl…"

Realising he was wasting more than enough time, the boy promptly cleared his throat before introducing himself.

"Ahem… I well, yes… good morning class! My name is Negi Springfield… and I will be your English instructor for the third semester."