Negima!: The Devil's Due
A Magister Negi Magi Fan-Fic
By N.D. Matthieus
The characters and situations of Magister Negi Magi are the creation of and rightful property of Ken Akamatsu. They are used here without permission. This story may be freely redistributed, but it should not be altered substantially or used for profit in any way.
Summery: Agamasaki's plot to depose the Kansai Magic Association has ended in shambles, forcing Fate and his Conspirators to rethink their plans for the Kanto Assocation, and more specifically Mahora Academy. Now a former member of Ala Rubra must work with Negi and his friends to stop this plan from succeeding.
Rated T: For Violence, Language and Adult Innuendo
Chapter One: Reunion
"Hurry up and get out!" A man's harsh voice shouted over the screams of the terrified villagers. All around the village, the man's armed compatriots ransacked the small brick and mortar homes, grabbing and throwing the occupants in the middle of the single muddy street that facilitated the only road in the village.
Terrified, they huddled down near the ground their hands covering their heads. Some prayed for salvation and help, knowing what was about to befall them.
One of the armed men, dressed in a dirtied uniform of a soldier of the Sanbalya Army approached the death squad leader. "Sir, this is everyone that we've found." He reported.
The leader, a tall, mahogany-skinned man with a vicious scar running from his left temple to his jaw, nodded. "Then let's finish this, we've got to get to the next village soon."
The subordinate nodded, turned on his booted heel and shouted orders to six of the men watching over their soon-to-be victims. Immediately, all six of the soldiers readied their weapons, taking careful aim.
The leader bared a toothy grin as he was about to witness the extermination of the vile Abunas before him.
"Fire!" He commanded, and all of the soldiers squeezed their triggers,
The clicking sounds of the hammers striking uselessly echoed from each of the soldier's rifles. The soldiers looked around puzzled and confused. Almost immediately, each of the men pulled back on the charging lever of their AK-47s, ejecting the dud rounds. With the next round in their magazines loaded, they aimed and squeezed the trigger with similar results.
"What is going on!" The squad leader demanded as he approached the confused soldiers.
Snarling angrily at their incompetence he removed his sidearm, aiming the pistol at the nearest of the Abunas villages and pulled the trigger. Like the soldiers before him, the hammer clicked uselessly.
The soldiers looked around nervously, that was until the soldier next to the squad leader took some initiative and removed his machete from its sheath and began to descend upon the terrified villagers.
Just as he raised his hand to deliver the first killing blow, he was suddenly blown off his feet. His body flew ten meters before tumbling to the ground where he rolled several times before coming to a rest in a disheveled mass.
The soldiers gaped at their fallen comrade in alarm, and then looked to the direction that the attack had seemingly come from. Their confusion worsened as they saw a lone man standing next to one of the small huts, slowly approaching the group.
He was an Asian man, dressed in a dull gray business suit, complete with polished black shoes as he traipsed through the muddied street. His short cut hair was tinted gray despite his relatively youthful appearance.
"I think that will be quite enough." The man stated sternly to the assembled death squad members.
The men first gawked at this interloper in disbelief then finally chuckled to each other as they stared at this strange man.
"This is not your concern, Asian." The death squad leader said, aiming his side arm at the stranger.
"This is illegal; you will put down your weapons and await the arrival of the UN security forces." The man continued.
A general chuckle ran through the assembled murderers.
"This is not your country! You have no right to be here." The leader countered, "We do not take orders from you, and the UN has no jurisdiction over us!"
"You will lay down your weapons and wait for the proper authorities." The interloper repeated, "If you attempt to resist, I cannot ensure your safety in the matter."
"You're just one man, what do you think you can do?"
"Will you stand down?" He asked one final time.
"You're a funny man," the leader chuckled, looking at the frightened villagers then back to this insane man. "You know what; we'll finish with these disgusting vermin, then we'll deal with you. How does that sound?"
"I won't allow that." The man countered sternly.
"Like you can do anything!" The leader said as he aimed his pistol at the nearest villager and squeezed the trigger.
Before he could finish pulling the trigger, the leader was suddenly thrown sideways, directly into one of the small hut's walls. The sound of shattering mortar and wet meaty flesh impacting reverberated throughout the village.
The soldiers looked at their downed leader then back at the stranger who had just arrived. Two of the soldiers quickly raised their rifles and prepared to fire, only to be met with similar results as they too were violently thrown backwards nearly fifteen meters.
The remaining soldiers squeezed the triggers on their guns before even taking aim, the weapons merely cycled harmlessly as their weapons once again refused to fire. One by one, each of them were thrown backwards while the Asian man approached casually, his hands never even leaving the pockets of his trousers.
The remaining death squad soldiers, weighed their options and decided to simply make a run for it. Turning on their heels and ran in the opposite direction. The six soldiers only managed to journey about twenty meters before they seemed to run head first into an invisible wall. Most of the men crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain as many of them broke their noses or received blinding concussions from the experience.
The squad leader groaned in pain as he saw the Asian man approaching him. Exhaling violently, he reached into his pocket and removed a fragmentation grenade, gritting his teeth as his movements were slow and arduous. His fingers clutched around the arming pin. With a forceful tug, the pin spring loose and he lobbed it towards the stranger.
The man was genuinely taken by surprise as the grenade hit the mud then lay where it was. He cursed as he attempted to push the grenade away, hoping to preserve the lives of everyone within the blast radius.
He was just a bit too slow.
The grenade had been lifted not two meters when it suddenly detonated. The weapon sprayed shrapnel and a massive wall of over pressurized air engulfing everyone within a ten-meter radius. The samaritan who had intervened on the villager's behalf was thrown like a rag doll from the explosion. He bounced twice before sinking into the mud.
His vision was blurry and unfocused and he realized that he was having difficulty breathing. He rolled carefully over and looked down at his chest. Amidst the thick mud he could see dark crimson beginning to ooze from various wounds where shrapnel had imbedded itself in him.
Coughing violently, he saw blood spray from his lips. He had been careless, he thought as the pain surged through him, even dulled by the adrenaline coursing through his veins it was still agonizing.
It was in that moment that Takahata Takamichi believed that he was going to die.
Just as the darkness began to settle upon his vision, he looked up to the cloudy sky, only to find it molted out by a figure standing over him, clad in a cloak with the hood drawn over his face. Still he could make out the distinctive crimson hair, and radiant emerald eyes staring down at him.
"Is that you Nagi…" He whispered before he lost consciousness.