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Love Hina and Mahou Sensei Negima is the creative property of Ken Akamatsu, who created this wonderful anime/manga series. Shingetsugan Tsukihime and Fate/stay night is the creative property of TYPE-MOON. Anything not attributed to Akamatsu-san or TYPE-MOON belongs to their respective owners, such as references to Cowboy Bebop (the Swordfish II) that is a creation of Sunrise and Shinichiro Watanabe, BLEACH is a creation of Kubo Tite, and vice-versa. This story is written purely just for fun, guys; please for God's sake, don't sue me! I'm just a high school student with too much free time on his hands! On the other hand, any specific author created characters I created for this fic (despite how unoriginal they may be at times) are mine. So without further adieu, let's get on with the show!
The Surgeon General's Warning:
Read at your own risk. Multiple pairings inside folks, with KanaxKei and KanaxNegi, just to name a few! You never know what you're going to get so read on (I might even do some alternative stuff, if you know what I mean).
Blue Blue Glass Moon, Under the Crimson Air
I Wanna Go To A Place...
Chapter 11:
Class 2-A: The Fight
A Love Magister Hina Negima! fanfic by James "Ray" Edwards
"KORA! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" shouted a more --- intensely familiar voice, accompanied by an irate ring of bells. "HAS THIS WHOLE SCHOOL GONE MENTAL?"
The auburn-haired girl, Asuna Kagurazaka, rose out from underneath the NERFriddled desk,and boy was she a sight to behold. From head to toe, she was covered in NERF darts and missiles, making her look like she was some albino human porcupine with red and yellow quills. It was a rather humorous sight, much too good to be left in memory alone; a realization that a certain paparazzi came to as well, sneaking out her camera for a few stealthy snap shots.
With an angry roar, Asuna shook off the darts and marched off directly to confront Shizuna-sensei. No one was the wiser to the choked plea, "Asuna...", coming from underneath her desk, as the other students emerged out of hiding to watch the escalating drama.
"What's going on, sensei? Where's is HE?"
"A-Ah, Kagurazaka-kun, do please calm down. Everything's under control, really," the blonde-haired woman offered helplessly, as she put upher hands in an assuaging gesture.
"EVE-rything's under control? HELL-looooooo! This is ME, Shizuna-sensei, not buyyyyyyyyy-ing it. I've just about had it up to here, do you understand me?"
"Well..."
"Do you have any IDEA at all what's been happening this morning? We've been sitting here doing nothing for the past fifty minutes since school started! I'm not paying my tuition to be put through this kind of bull!"
"Kagurazaka-kun, I'm sure we can-"
"Oh, but it gets better!" Asuna roared as she leveled her index finger offhand at Kanako. "Do YOU wanna know what that girl over there has been doing since this morning? She's been raising Hell, that's what! First, that crack pot prank with the exploding trashcans-"
"Kagurazaka-kun, really we-"
"I'm not FINISHED! Then she has the nerve to prance in here like she owns the place, talking down to us like we're dirt, and I'm NOT going to stand for it, Shizuna-sensei. I WON'T accept this!"
"Uhhh..."
"Now, where is Takahata-sensei? He's supposed to be here, teaching class, and if he doesn't do something about this mess, then I will! Ugh! This school is crazy!" Asuna finished her furious rant with a huff.
It was precisely then that disaster struck and the road to Hell began in earnest.
Maybe he spoke up out of purely good intentions, but in retrospect, the bespectacled boy should have honestly kept his mouth shut, "Um, actually I think I can explain his absence."
"Who --- AAAAHHHHHHH! It's you, that gaijin twerp who was with that crazy woman and the other girl. You're the one who blew my clothes off!"
"Oh my goodness, it's you that really mean girl who walloped me on the head when I told you were going to be heartbroken."
"Grrrr, how'd you like to be BROKEN?"
"Nuh-Nuh-Not so much, ojou-san!"
"Was that supposed to be sarcastic, you little TWERP?"
"No, no! I already told you that I'm kind of psychic, and your future-"
"Your future is looking pretty short, just like you!"
Ah...geez, it's just like this morning. "Well..."
"Where's Takahata-sensei, twerp? And what's with the blue suit get-up? You're dressed like your some kind of teacher. Shouldn't you still be in elementary school, kid?"
Geez, of all the nerve, I think I might be allergic to criticism! This girl's got some serious anger issues, the boy thought to himself, as he felt his patience beginning to fray somewhat at the edges. "Look, my name's Ne-! I mean, Springfield Negi. I'm Takahata-sensei's replacement, and I'll be teaching English to Class Two-A for the remainder of the third semester."
Silence; complete, utter dead silence enveloped the classroom in an instant.
"What. Did. You. Say?" the auburn-haired girl murmured in a dangerous tone, tearing her punitive gaze away from Shizuna-sensei to Negi. There was an odd light in her eyes, a spark of something.
Negi gulped under the intense pressure of those scrutinizing mismatched eyes. They had never taught or rehearsed for a situation like this during his teacher cadet classes. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, the chill of cold fear running up his spine. Something bad was about to happen.
"I-I --- well..."
"Say it! Do NOT make me repeat myself, you little brat!"
Anger: yes, it was the spark he saw in her eyes.
"I'm --- I'm Takahata-sensei's replacement. He's --- He's not been fired, or something like that! It's just that --- well, I-!"
Asuna saw red; anger exploded into an irrational rage. No amount of reason could have reached her then. All she understood was that something precious to her was being taken away from her, and she did not appreciatethis turn of eventsin the slightest. She had taken more than enough bull for one day. This was the last straw, and she was going start things off by...
Suddenly, a black figure appeared through the red haze of her vision, confronting her warpath without a flinch of fear. Wait, were those golden eyes? A cat's eyes? A wolf's eyes? No, she was just imagining things. She already knew those hazel brown eyes: haughty, condescending, and cold. They belonged to that nameless girl.
"And what do you think you're doing, Kagurazaka Asuna?"
There was not an ounce of feeling in that voice of hers, but it felt every bit like poison to Asuna's ears. She did NOT like this girl, and just to let that snob know it, she snarled back in reply:
"Is this part of your game too? Huh? Did you do something to Takahata-sensei? Is that why this little brat is taking his job?"
"My, my, whatever could you mean?"
"Move."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said, 'MOVE'! You're not a stuck-up, snotty little snob AND deaf too, are you?"
"Ho, someone's in a bad mood. How scary, but more importantly, how --- intriguing. Tell me, would you and Ta-ka-ha-ta-sen-sei have a kind of special relationship by any chance?"
"What!"
"Those bells you wear so proudly, not exactly the norm when it comes to accessories for young women nowadays, especially not big COW bells."
Asuna stared wide-eyed in shock. This was new. This was new and completely out of freaking line. That girl did NOT just say-!
"Oh, sorry, did I just hit a nerve? Hm, I think I did. I never figured he'd be the type, but with the things I've heard and the things I've seen... Fufufu, it's not exactly hard to believe."
"Teme..."
"I wonder, are the bells so he can know you're coming? Or-"
Red turned into crimson blood.
The movement was quick, much too quick for ordinary eyes to follow. One red, one black, and instantly they blurred together as a forceful blue shockwave of air erupted outwards from the clashing forces. The glass windows in the classroom and several more in the exposed hallway shattered outwards with a shrieking crash that drowned out the surprised and panicked screams from the students. Desks shifted and swerved as violent air whipped past them. Yet as quickly as it had happened, the terrifying maelstrom was over.
At the epicenter of the blast, there were only two people left standing. Negi sat huddled against the wall with a look of shock, his askew spectacles fortunately spared by the traumatic shockwave of air. Shizuna, of course, was not so fortunate and had been laid out on the floor, but she was conscious and did not appear to be seriously hurt other than a little roughed up. Her spectacles though had not survived the ordeal as well, sporting a ugly superficial crack in the right lens.
Asuna stared in wonder of her own fist, pupils dilating shakily as her mind struggled to grasp what had just happened; now that her rage had been released at last. Her body had moved before she had even thought less than a penny. It was --- she...
"Tsk, tsk! That was dangerous, not to mention impressive --- and recklessly stupid," a cold familiar voice admonished her.
Oh my God, no way! There's no way she could've-!
Clamped down firmly upon her wrist was a slender hand, as her fist hovered a hand's length away from the emotionless face of her hated enemy. Asuna found was bereft of any words to describe her outrage at many things, and the worst part was that the raven-haired girl did not even appear the slightest bit fazed by her unconscious attack. Just a little bit more and that girl would not have been so smug anymore. No, she would be in the hospital for a long while to come.
"What's the matter? You look surprised, but then again, it's typical of a brute like you, thinking with your fists first."
"Kisama! How'd-"
"That was hakkyoku-ken or Ba Ji Quan, the Eight Extreme Fists, a form of Wushu that appeared roughly during the Ming dynasty in China. Ba Ji Quan is a direct, linear style using fist strikes for close fighting, which appears simple, but at its peak can deliver the power of a cannon or a battering ram in a single blow."
"How did you-"
"It's undoubtedly a practical style, an ancient art designed to kill with one strike, to end a fight quickly and thoroughly. ...You weren't planning on trying to kill me --- were you?"
Asuan flinched with a gasp, paling visibly. "W-What?" Her punch, her body; she had not been trying to do that, was she? No! Of course not, the whole idea was ridiculous!
"Ba Ji Quan is a ferocious style, appearing easy to learn due to its simplistic nature, yet in reality, it's extraordinarily difficult to master. Going by the Taekwando rank system of belts for the sake of comparison, your power is worthy of a fourth-dan black belt, an instructor level, but your technique and focus --- is weak, just a red keub. On the former, I could be wrong as you might just have an absurd amount of chakra, an overflowing river bursting through a dam."
Chakra? What's this girl talking about? Doesn't she mean ki? Whatever, she's definitely not an ordinary person. "You --- you're not-!"
"However, such reckless abuse of your own power." The nameless girl smirked. "I wonder, what would your shishou think? Then again, this was all the result of poor training and a pitiful excuse for a pupil."
Asuna snarled indignantly, feeling her anger beginning to build itself once again. "Let go of me!"
"Ho, such strong and supple wrists, like a man's --- you're really quite unusual for a girl. No wonder your Ba Ji Quan is so strong. Still, hypothetically, what would happen if I did..."
"Let go! I'm warning you-"
"...this," the raven-haired girl finished, a disturbing red gleam in her hazel brown eyes for an instant.
The blood-curling scream must have shaken the building to its foundations. Asuna howled like a woman possessed, clawing at her captured arm in agony, as wisps of hissing white steam sifted through the sleeve of her blazer. The students and teachers could only watched, transfixed by the incomprehensible horror taking place right in front of their stricken eyes. This spectacle could not have possibly been real, but it was happening!
"So, how does it feel, Asuna-chan? It hurts, doesn't it?"
My --- My arm! It hurts so much! Why?
"Look into my eyes, Kagurazaka Asuna. It's only fair that you experience what your victims, those weaker than yourself experience when you abuse your power. You were planning on dragging Springfield-sensei --- kicking, screaming, and all --- straight to the Headmaster to make your little demands, yes?"
It burns! It's like everything inside my arm is burning from the inside out! Help! Somebody help me! Takahata-sensei!
"I said, 'look into my eyes,' brat!" hissed Kanako as her free hand lunged forwards with the precise frightening speed of a striking viper, grabbing a hold of Asuna's throat.
The violent action effectively cut off the auburn-haired girl's incessant mad screaming that had begun to grate on her nerves. She watched with morbid fascination, seeing Asuna's pretty face drain of color, tears flowing out of her fear-filled eyes, and drool spilling out of the corner of her lips. Her body had gone completely slack. It by only the virtue of the raven-haired girl's surprising strength that she stood a hairbreadth's away, face to face, with her tormentor. Having used no more than a small measure of her strength, Kanako had reduced the strong-willed girl to little more than a useless sack of flesh; vulnerable, and completely at her mercy.
How disgusting.
"Good, I think this new look suits you quite well, A-su-na-chan. I see I have your undivided attention now, so listen carefully because I'm only going to say this once."
This girl. Is she-? Am I... This pain; am I going to-? Onee-chan. Please, Naru-neesan, help me... She's going to... She's going to-!
"Mark my words, Kagurazaka Asuna, burn them into your thick skull if you have to, but know this: there will always be someone stronger, someone even more powerful than you can possibly imagine. Remember those words well because right now, I'm that person, stronger than you, stronger than anyone in this classroom."
Please! Please, don't-! I don't want to-! Somebody, please help me! Takahata-sensei, Naru-neesan, Konoka, Ayaka; somebody, anybody! Please! Her eyes! They're so cold! ...so cold.
"Don't you dare threaten anyone again ---- in my sight, understand? I'm the one in control here, the strongest. If you're going to pick a fight in a fit, you'll be dealing with me," Kanako finished with a deadly whisper, intended only for the ears of her helpless prey and herself. "Now, get out of my sight. You disgust me."
Promptly, she shoved Asuna to the floor, releasing the girl from her grasp in a mild explosion of hissing white steam. The vapors rose up into the air as glittering chips of ice and frost fell away from the raven-haired girl's naked hands. Asuna was pale, so very pale, a sickly blue tone visible upon her complexion. Color was slowly beginning to return to her flesh, but there was no doubt that she was a pitifully frail shell of her former self. The auburn-haired girl stared up at Kanako with a great fear in her mismatched eyes that coursed through her trembling body, more tears trickled uncontrollably out of her eyes, as she whimpered and gasped in trauma.
The genius girl stared back with unfeeling emotion, masking the wretched glee of sadism blossoming in her heart. This was power. Kanako knew she had the annoying Kagurazaka brute completely under her control. This was the joy of domination, and this great fear she sensed distinctly from her new toy was just too much to ignore. All she had to do now was give the shattered animal one last push and then...
She stepped forward.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes:
And so the plot moves on! Who dun it? What is the exact relationship between this "Naru" (Nyuk-Nyuk!) and Asuna? What else is Kanako going to do to Asuna? Will there be Asuna's Counterattack? Who knows? We'll have to wait and see until the next installment of Blue Blue Glass Moon, Under the Crimson Air!
Anyways, to the folks who've read and/or reviewed thus far, thank you again for your time. Without you, this story would not be possible, so I hope I can keep entertaining you guys and gals with the best story possible. Don't hesitate to drop me a line, review, etc., because I am listening and I really want to know what you all think of the story thus far, my writing, characterizations, and so on. The Power of the Review Button --- Compels YOU! XD
Before I go, I'd like to give a shout out to the wrecking crew from last chapter:
To His Highness, Mister RedPBass, I'm glad you're being upfront with me and taking me down a few pegs back to Earth. Lord knows I can use it. On the subject of my "untrained-ness," I'll see what I can do, but it's kind of hard with the ambiguity of the target areas you suggested. It also doesn't help that your average K-12 public education isn't aimed at teaching a person how to be a storyteller. They're too busy trying to drill grammar rules into you and how to write essays, papers, and so on, which is only somewhat helpful to writing fiction. Maybe college will change that for me.
To Agent Deepthroat, Mister Havenoname, take it easy on the glorifying words, man. You're like totally blowing up my ego through the roof here. Writing fiction is an artform and it just takes a lot of time, practice, and experimenting, but as long as you keep at it, you will get good at it. There are few substitutes for good ol' fashioned hardwork. Heck, it took me six years, tons of practice and experimenting, and tons of culture before I finally got this good. Oh, and trust me, you folks are going to like what I have in mind for the Aoyamas.
To the Man of the Moment, Mister namaru, thanks for the words and I hope you enjoy this episode (and the following installments) just as much. I'll do my best to keep it fun and cool.
Well, that's it for me. Peace! And I'll see you all again in a few days. I'll try get at least two more chapters out before I have to ship out down to college, but don't worry because I don't plan to stop writing. It's just a question of time management, dedication, and discipline.
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Chapter 12:
Class 2-A: Devestation
"You really shouldn't shout up to me, such ingratitude is rather unbecoming of a --- man of your station."
Tsudzuku!