Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own anything related to Negima. I am far from the talent of Mr. Akamatsu.
Besides that! I think I'll try this dual perspective thing. I don't have a plot...I just wanted to write from these character's perspectives (in fictitious and actual manga events). Eh, never know? Maybe something will manifest?
"Kono-chan!" I cry out again, "Kono-chan!"
Her small frame battered against the strong river current. She was like a rag doll, breathing for air at every opportunity.
I have to save Kono-chan. I will rescue her. She is my best friend – my only friend.
Before another second could pass, I dove straight into the water. It was cold and the current was stronger than expected, but, I swear, my resolve was stronger. Left, right, left, right. In no time, I caught hold of her body. I was going to save Kono-chan. I was going to make the impossible happen.
But the waves proved to be too strong. I struggle, holding onto Kono-chan. The tables have turned. Now, both of us are grasping at any chance for air. Why can't I save Kono-chan?
Suddenly, I hear the yelling of our rescuers. Under my blurred vision, the feet of the adults continued to hurry towards us. The hands of our saviors pulled us out of the water. Placed onto the grass, next to Konoka, I feel a blanket embrace me. I grasp onto it like a shield in order to hide my shame. My eyes focus on the ground. Her voice calls out to me softly.
"It's ok, Set-chan. In the end, we both made it out safely."
But I couldn't protect you.
As I look up to face her, the scenery has changed. The forestry was replaced with a city street. The soft glow, from the windows, illuminates the scene. The road is abandoned. I cannot sense my lady's presence, but ahead of me a shadow carefully takes its stance – a fighting style seeming all too familiar. Shinmeiryuu? Impossible.
In a flash, the figure appears no more than a foot ahead of me, preparing to swing. I block without hesitation. Strike after strike, our weapons clash together like a violent duet. This opponent with no substance – this shadow and this silhouette – begins to overpower me. I can feel my strength waning, dropping rapidly. I try to push myself, to summon all of the might in my body. And yet: I am easily defeated. My knees drop to the ground. With my head hung low, I feel each drop of blood travel down my face, spilling onto the ground. I hear a maniacal laugh, forcing me to stare into the eyes of the perpetrator.
And there she was in front of my eyes, Konoka, my ojou-sama, in the hands of danger. Resting under her neck, my enemy's sword laid ready for the kill.
A single tear escapes from Ojou-sama's eye. The figure, with demon eyes, tells me:
"In the end, you are nothing but a disappoint: a failure to your own beloved."
My body won't move. Anxiety, anger, and sorrow suddenly rush into my veins. The sight immediately becomes unbearable as I see her sword steadily crawl into position, thirsting for blood. The striking blow is given and –
"Ojou-sama!"
My body, covered in sweat, shook ever-so-slightly. Although the moon shone through the window, the shadow of that nightmare lingered on my face. Even in the middle of the night, I cannot be awarded happiness.
Eh...let's see what I can think of later...if anything...