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I'm slowly putting the pieces together here. Soon, we will shape this story between ourselves into the shaft that is our lance of justice. The lance which shall go forth and strike down our foes. The lance that shall break apart all of the questions and shatter all doubt. I know I am unconventional, but that's just my style. I can't think outside the box, I never had one to begin with.
Galerians, I already know common sense isn't a strong point of mine...except when it comes to others. Myself, I'm a train wreck. I commend you for making the effort to review early. Let's look at this chapter as a thanks, a bit early itself perhaps. (Although, it should have been done yesterday.)
Anywho. Fanficiton seems to have stopped supporting the "at" symbol, I put it a few times in another document, and it simply erased them. Plain ellipses in quotes also get wiped now. Grr. These are a part of my work people, why did you just get rid of them now? I know people abuse them, but there are plenty who don't.
Oh, a general warning, there is a whole lot of cussing goin' down here, slang to for that matter. Negi's pissed enough to return to his roots again...you don't know what I mean? Look in some earlier chapters....and I mean...A. Lot. Of. Cursing. His acid bite is...baaaack! ~Finalage.
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Chapter Forty Five: Reasons
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Soft as a bed of feathers, the deep, living feathers of a bird's down. Shining with a luster he himself had never been able to achieve. As long as the body it sheeted from, almost. Yet, when those eyes turned upwards to look his way, they burned. Burning bright, with such intensity, the man off in the distance could tell, before the battles even began, they would be won.
The demon eyes. That's what they call him.
From him, came power, incredible, radiating power. Incredible. He could not be any older than six as he stood, yet, his power, awakened to a rage, was unspeakable. If this were a video game...or Rakkan's stupid ranking system for that matter, he's be a solid thirty seven hundred point five.
"Let's go mullet head, I ain't got all day!"
"Ha ha...watch your mouth before I knock it off your face."
"Oh, so I've gone and offended the god c+...have I?"
"Boy, watch it, you're just gonna get me excited, and I can't take it easy that way."
"Dirty man, excited, over what? Or am I still so young you can fantasize me a different gender?"
Which wasn't much compared to him, admittedly, but still, his speed, his control, his versatility as he dodged and weaved through practice, Nagi could tell, he was the tiny, insignificant main character, who went up against huge beasts, gods even, and sundered their power with his blade.
"Ahh, too slow yah meathead!"
"Why don't I beat you into my pace then?"
"Wot? Do I 'ear you right? To 'ell wit you, you've got me to slip meh tongue."
"...Don't make me laugh boy. Your jokes aren't worth it."
"Choo calling a joke? ...Take this then yah blasted pedo!"
"Ha, who's slow now?'
"Who said I was aiming at you?"
"The hell? Gah, shit...still, it's got no effect."
"That's what she said!"
"Get your glasses fixed, I ain't no she. I'm a man goddamnit!"
Seeing the boy made him itch all over for a fight, but he held his ground upon the stands, his cloak billowing in the winds. He was sparring with Rakkan, his speed lending him a firm standing against the mountain of a man.
"I can see that you baka. That's a saying; it flew over yah damn head 'cause you're dense as a boulder."
A huge fist appeared where the boy's head should have been, but he ducked low, striking out, his blow making the other cough, a knee barreled out to blast him away. Flying. He landed on his feet, one hand gracing the ground, the other upon his back, charging, magic flowing...where was his wand?
"Have at you!"
Nagi grasped his staff tight, unconsciously, a bodily affirmation. Negi twisted away from Rakkan as he came, his foot striking up to hit him in his chin, but the man was unfazed as his arm, a pure freight train of power, shot out and punctured the air with the Negi's body, again, flight.
Yet, the air was real this time, as he took to it, invisible wings lifting him up, and hands afire. His voice brought attention to himself as he handed yards away, chanting.
"Rastel Mascir Magister, κατατρώω ίσως από το διάστημα, O κεραυνός wrap τριγύρω όπλο O πάγοs! Ριζώνω έξω my εχθρός, τσεκούρι του εκδίκηση, έκλειψη!"
Raising his hands, the powerful axe formed in his hands, stilling Nagi's heart. That...wasn't the axe of lightning...but it looked so similar…no. It was made of ice...but it was coursing lightning along its whole length.
Rakkan stood his ground as the axe hit, kicking up dust everywhere, pent up momentum useless, as the man had caught the axe neatly in his hands. Caught it for Christ's sake. Negi let it loose as the man tried to wrench it from his hands, and shot out his hand at him, jumping up.
"Veniant Spiritus Glaciales! Extentantur Aeri! Tundram et Glaciem, Loci Noctis Albae! Crystallizatio Tellustris!"
Sagitta Magica, Centum meit Trias Spiritus Fulgurans!
Wasn't that a spell Eva used a lot? Not only that but as he fired off the frozen earth incantation, arrows of lightning formed around him, shooting out at Rakkan below as the boy flipped in the air, landing on the ground at a run.
Ice and lightning together, a dangerous combo. Yet, he must have control over wind magic, it would be the only way he could move so fast...and now, he's gathering fire in his hands...it is possible he has a multitude of specialties, or is it just that he has no specialty?
Can't contain this. This power...it courses through me. I needed it, need it. Yet, with this flowing through me, faster than before, burning more than ever before...this is the core of my addiction...the heart of all obsession...common sense tells me I should let it go now, walk away while I still have free will, but I cannot, I cannot let go, not when so much rides on the need for it.
The governor wants me, General "Grayfield" pissed me off for a reason, and I'm sure he wants something as well, or I'm an oatmeal cookie. My father, wherever the hell he is, needs finding, this world needs their ruler, they can't survive on just one Imperial princess, representing one side of the coin.
There must be a way to get out of all of this shit. All of this needs only one solution, and right now, as a renegade, I am the most dangerous piece in the political puzzle. In my hands, I hold all of their dreams, and yet, as a free agent, I can do whatever the hell I want with it.
Ducking under Rakkan, the boy twisted away from one of his kicks, fists glowing, growing darker by the second. Nagi, watching unseen from afar, allowed his eyes to widen. He had seen that before...one precious time. Only once.
It...can't be.
Strength exuded from him, his aura seemed to double in intensity, in strength, as if it were not unbelievable enough, his power before...with this strength...at this age...the boy could very well step unto the scale with his father on an equal ground, for what he lacked in power, he could make up with technique, and raw knowledge.
Magica...Erebia...Eva.
It suddenly hit the excitable, attention-deficit man that he had yet to break that vampire's curse. Oh shit. She would be pissed if she saw his face again...yep. She'd be pissed. Oh well, it wasn't like the chibi vampire couldn't be quelled with a pet or some other placating gesture, she was like a little kid berating a favorite uncle.
Exploding about him, the boy punched outwards at the same time Rakkan did, and they met in the middle, resulting shockwaves blasting the arena about them, threatening to destroy the very foundations of the building about them.
"Damn fool...you have all of a fool's famed strength."
"Likewise, you have all of the power of the monster you are famed to be."
"We acquire the strength we have overcome. Take a lesson from old Ralph Emerson, and a number."
In strength, Rakkan still had an edge, all a bit a much smaller one than before. In speed, Rakkan could prove damn well near equal, but Negi still held a small edge there. Both had edges, Power coursing along both their forms.
"Besides...a monster? Who's the real monster here? Me, or the man who cannot die, the thousand blades idiot who won't die no matter how many times you stab him? You're the monster; I'm just a friggin demon."
Adrenaline. Disengaging, they tried again, meeting once more in the middle with fists. All of this wind...it reminded Nagi of when he fought Rakkan, and, judging by the smile on the man's face, he was thinking the same.
He speaks like a nasty mouthed middle aged brain surgeon. Holy crap.
Blow for blow, they stood as equals, it seemed. The boy was quick, his opponent strong. He was cunning, the other, enduring. Lightning crackled between his fingers as he smiled, leaping away from a powerful hammer from Rakkan, his hands crushing the ground underfoot as the boy chanted.
"Τὸ συμβόλαιον συμβόλαιο και υπηρετώ εμένα βασιλιάs του φωτιά! έλα, τελείωμα φωτιά, πρώτος φωτιά! Έναs φωτιά όλος ότι να είμαι ζωή όχι θάνατος φωτιά! Τέλοs του κόσμοs!"
Τὸ συμβόλαιον διακονῆτω μοί, ἡ κρυστάλλινη βασίλεια! Ἐπιγενηθήτω, ταἰώνιον ἔρεβος, αἱώνιε κρύσταλλε! Πάσαις ζωαῖς τὸν ἴσον θάνατον, ὃς ἀταραξία! Κοσμικὴ Καταστροφή!
The power, incredible, condensed as he held it captive, both hands glowing, one brilliantly with ice, the other, ablaze. He had seen his older counterpart do this to him during the festival, condensing the powerful spells until they could be held captive in one's fist, like a magic arrow. He smiled as he dodged Rakkan's fist, basketball missing its hoop as he landed his own fists, both of them, into the man's gut.
The resulting explosion even unsettled Nagi from his standing, and, stupidly forgetting to fly, he fell with a crash into the arena area, where Rakkan landed on top of him, ironically. Negi rushed in, the dust covering his vision, giving his opponent no time to wonder why his landing had been so forgiving...
Το σθμβολαιον διακονετο μοι, βασιλισκ οθρανιονον. Επιγενεντηετο, απολεια κεραθνε ηοσ τιμεισ πτειρει. Ηεκατονκατισ και κηιλιακισ αστραπσατο. Κηιλιαρκοθ Αστραπε!
"Sagitta Magica, Centum meit Novem, Spiritus Fulgurans!"
Going all out, that's what he called it, as the lightning swirled about his fists, and then traveled up his arms. He didn't need to condense it into just his fists after all. He found that, by having it swirl about a limb, instead of having the thing act like a bomb when he punched, it gave his limb more strength and well as speed, plus a numbing effect, paralyzing the opponent if they weren't too great against his power.
A more long term effect, less destructive initially, but hell, was it useful against Rakkan. Punching straight down, he let loose all of his pent up arrows, right into Rakkan...and Nagi.
Holy heck, it burns like fire! Damn, what a way to say hi to your son Nagi, getting in the way of his fight and letting him electrocute you...shit. Ow, ow, ow owowowow...how many more arrows is he gonna pump into Rakkan? The big lummox is using me as his ground!
Of course, when the dust cleared, Rakkan received a boot in his behind from Nagi, who kicked him off his being with something almost like contempt as the guy was getting up, knocking him to the ground. He felt something like a bite at the back of his neck, and slapped his hand there.
Damn flies...wait...it's still burning...wait...it can't possibly be…Arika?
Of course not you idiot. Turning around, the man paled a trifle. Negi was looking at him dead in the face; it was his eyes that burned so. Not only that, but his face was slowly turning up into a smile he could swear would fit right at home on Evangeline's face...at least Magica Erebia had been canceled, or this famed hero might have been fearing for his life at this moment.
"Ohhhh...damn, not you again...what am I...flypaper for freaks? Hello...father...if I hadn't been just looking for you, I would tell you to go to hell, but you know..."
Out of the frying pan...and into the fire. Damn.
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"I found him, momma, can I throw him down the toilet please?"
His face was utterly straight as he pointed behind him into the open doorway; his mother looked at him oddly before glancing past him. Found who? What kind of joke was this? Since when did Negi call her momma anyway? The boy's face fell as his shoulders slumped, and he came back to himself.
"Woman. Your man is outside. Goddamn, sometimes I swear, you people have your wheels spinning, but the damn hamster is dead as a doornail."
No need to move, the man himself entered the room, removing all the air as he came, a bit sheepishly, into the room, he looked down at Negi a bit peeved, the boy said he was taking him to the kitchen goddamnit.
"I'm pretty sure this isn't the kitchen."
Spinning about, the boy delivered his trademark bite, brought back in all its glory by the man's appearance as his mother struggled to get her brain working again. Out of nowhere, Nagi, Nagi...here, just...there...just walked through the door, she wasn't ready for this, just...this isn't right...gah!
"Aye, it is, can't you see your girl's just come out of the oven? Damn...if brains were taxed...you'd get a friggin rebate. Thanks for falling out of the family tree, and just like the stupid one...you broke every damn branch on your way down."
"...You know...I almost thought that was funny, now if only I could get it."
"Don't try. You'll get a brain hemorrhage."
"...Ouch. Now that was rough."
"Oh no, it wasn't rough per say...you're just being a sissy."
Walking out before Nagi could even formulate the will to think up a response, he closed the door behind him, leaving him with Arika, who was growing increasingly red for some reason he couldn't even begin to fathom. He was still on the oven joke.
"Uhh...hi."
Wow Nagi. That's the best you've got? Hi? Hi? For god sakes, I should punch your lights out right now, if only my brain would just start giving signals for my body to move that is. It took a while, but she finally managed to move her head a bit, to see that Nagi had come to sit down next to her on the couch she had situated herself on. She found her eyes on the floor.
"He's bitter as hell, and almost as mean, but he's just as strong."
So they had come to Negi. A topic she could grasp with both hands and use as cover. It gave her the will to look up at Nagi at least. It really was him...right? This wasn't a dream, he was there, solid...touchable.
Her hand came out, and with all her might, she slapped Nagi right across the face, sending him toppling off the couch. The hell was that for?
Well, if he didn't know, he was even more stupid than even she had anticipated. He came back up, his eyes just resurfacing over the couch's horizon. Shifty, searching, she could see they were watering slightly. That. Hurt. Badly.
"Well, I can't say I didn't deserve that...you gonna twist me into a pretzel with your royal magic now?"
"No, I'll let Negi do that for me. He's better at it than me anyway."
"...Shit. He can use that too? I'm doomed."
Was that a smile he managed to wrench from her lips? Yes, yes it was. Nagi had always failed to get a grasp upon overcoming Arika's royal powers, leading her to have an edge over him at least in that point...it gave a balance in their relationship.
Hand on her hip; she accessed him as he stood up fully. He kept his distance, for her feet were as dangerous as her hands when it came to punishment, and he was very proud of his jewels, thank you very much.
She had hardly changed, and so had he, but what change had occurred was noted dutifully, although, it wasn't much. A few freckles due to the sun, a new scar along the neck, something or someone must have caught him there...his hair seemed darker, as if it had lost some more of its already lack-luster, perhaps the very beginnings of a crinkle to the eyes...
Yet he was, still, essentially, Nagi. More or less unchanged and very much in front of her eyes. She felt like slapping him again...if only to feel that his face was actually still there, but he was too far away...so she stood up.
"Where in the hell have you been all these years, hmm?"
This question. He knew it had been coming, and, in her current state, scorned princess mode he called it; it was dangerous to avoid the question. He swallowed, his throat was suddenly dry. What if he let slip what he had really been doing...hmm? Come on Nagi, you had a good excuse, now use it.
"...I had a mission to do...you know, mercenary stuff and the like..."
"...and you're going to tell me that took over six years to do?"
Without much conviction, the man swallowed again. He was in deep shit if she found out what the heck he had been doing, even if the why could explain it all away, it wouldn't matter.
"Well, the village burned down...I had rushed there, but I got there too late...it was abandoned...I thought that you had gone too...it was only later, about a whole damn two years later, that I learned you were still alive...but I got not information on Negi, and I didn't dare come to you to ask, I'd be noticed no matter how much I tried to hide."
"You thought I was dead, and then didn't bother to rush back to check up afterwards in other words...not the man I used to know, hmm?"
"No! No, I couldn't. My hands were tied, you know how hard it is for me to go anywhere without being noticed. I ain't got many spells for hiding you know...that was your specialty..."
"Nagi...may I ask what you were doing in those years you thought I had died along with our son?"
Shit, he didn't like where this was going...not at all...two years is a long time you know...a long time. Anything could happen. He opened his mouth, and croaked, drawing alarm from Arika. Her face darkened to a tell tale hue, making him frantic.
"Nagi..."
"Ahh shit! No, nonononono...I didn't do anything like what's on my mind!"
"My mind? You just said my mind Nagi..."
"Ohh...shit. I didn't mean that...seriously...Arika? Arika...why are you looking at me that way...Arika...where did all that magic come from? Oh crap, she's possessed! RUN!...Wait...who am I telling to run...there's only me...oh...that means I should go...doesn't it?"
While he talked to himself, a vase next to him exploded into dust, prompting Negi to bolt out of the room like a jackrabbit on heroin.
"Oh hell oh hell oh hell!"
A bit later, Nagi was introduced to the gang, which included a fully fledged beat down courtesy of Eva. The sight of Nagi, running around as if his behind were on fire to avoid Eva's spell work, was a sight worth seeing, but it was of no consequence to Negi.
He'd gotten what he had essentially came for. Now, he had to finish the job his father had failed to complete, beating up Fate. Honestly, could that man do anything right? He defeats the whole of their organization, but fails to kill the one dude he was fighting. Hell.
Acting in a completely un-fatherly way, the man flew by, still being pursued by Eva. Admittedly, she was tiring quickly however, and her magic was nowhere near what it used to be...she was playing out a farce, just to scare Nagi really.
In her current state, she could do no harm to him...now if only his mother would stop running after the two of them, he could get down to some actual peaceful reflection, but of course, this was an impossibility all on its own.
It has been said multiple times, but Negi could never, ever have a peaceful life...as his father flew by, yet again, Negi casually stuck out his foot, which the man jumped over dutifully, casting Negi a glance, a bit hurt. To damn bad.
"Don't look at me, I ain't got no sympathy. You'll have to get a nice rest tonight, I'm gonna deal with you tomorrow..."
He said this as the man flew by, and, in his hurry, almost crashed into Anya, who had chosen that very moment to enter the room, swirling around in alarm as Nagi exited. Negi pointed out of the door, matter of factly introducing her to him as his figure disappeared down the hallway, just as an ice arrow shot into the room, blasting against Negi's barrier harmlessly.
"Come back you insolent dolt!"
"Eva please...calling that man stupid is an insult to all the stupid people out there."
Giving the vampire pause was enough to almost make Arika slam into her. It wasn't that she wanted to hurt Nagi too...she just wanted to stop him from running away so much. In essence, for once, the two women were in agreement...he deserved this.
In fact, the man was so foolish, he barreled back into the same room he had been in for about the three hundredth time, crashing into Arika and Eva both, sending them tumbling on top of each other...in a suggestive position that only served to make both of them pissed at him.
"CONFUTO!"
Nagi had been just about to run the other way now when Negi's voice rang out, and he felt his feet cement to the ground. Crap. The boy got up from his seat as Eva and Arika both got up from the floor. He had been reading a newspaper, and, folding the article so his own face was present, he walked past Nagi, who had just enough freedom to yell after him.
"Hey...HEY! Come on...this is cold man...real cold...don't...leave me here. I'll be killed!"
"Oh my, we can't have that, you see, that's MY job...Save your breath...you'll need it to blow your ego back up. Honestly, it'll hurt less if you stay still."
Leaving the room, he closed the door behind him...if Nagi could control his arms; he would have reached out, but no go. Damn. His book was in his pocket...and he sure as hell was too tired to try to fight the kid's magical strength, which was close enough to his when in full bore to worry him now.
If he could turn back, he would see the feral grin on Eva's face, but all he needed to do was feel her hand on his shoulder. How nice of her to put on her illusion for this chase...red nails digging into his skin, he could only curse his luck...and his son's cold, cold heart.
"Craaaaaap...!"
Well, look at the bright side Nagi, at least they're not planning on raping you, although one can't say the thought didn't cross either of their minds...and he was pretty helpless here, wasn't he...? Evil! Okay, maybe this might hurt a little bit~...
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"Asuna, what the hell is the matter with you? Move your feet, now!"
Negi slammed his shoulder into her gut, sending her sprawling unto the floor, where she looked up just in time to see the kid's blade zing, giving pause but a feather's breadth form her neck. Dead. Just like a dozen other times, only this, time, Negi was pissed at her, her performance wasn't up to "par" today.
She moved faster, swung harder, battled all the fiercer on average, today, she was a deadweight, and he made her life miserable with that fact. She wasn't sick, there was nothing wrong with her, so get the hell up and ready your blade.
Again, they stood opposite each other, and, within the next second, the girl was disabled and on the floor again. Negi gritted his teeth, biting back any remarks he might have spat out in her face in disgust. He let his blade fall, and walked back to his original position.
"Again. I don't care how many times I have to do this. You will make progress; I ain't seeing you stay steady for however long just to have you give up on me. Ready that blade!"
Again, he came at her, and again, she was disarmed within a heartbeat's worth of time. Again, Negi walked away, but before he could even get back to his position, Asuna, pissed, rushed him. She almost got skewered on his blade for that trick, and he grabbed her collar, for he was in his illusion form, lifting her bodily from the floor.
"Try that again, and I might not be able to stop my blade. I know you're stupid, but not that stupid, or are you just making a special effort today?"
Tossing her off, he stuffs his blade into his belt, reaching for his magic. Giving her only one word of warning before taking to the air, he zeros in on her form the skies, as down below, the convent fights for sport.
"Dodge."
Sagitta Magica, Centum meit Trignita, Spiritus Obscurans!
Arrows from the sky, three hundred form on high...of shut up already with the poetry. The shafts of dark energy shot down at Asuna, who dodged between them swiftly, but not swiftly enough. Once, twice, thrice, dozens of them assaulted her, and once Negi noticed this, he quickly recalled his arrows, turning them around to cancel each other out.
He came back to earth slowly, methodically, to stare at her. She was a magic canceller but...she wasn't cancelling his magic. While he stared, she was pissed, berating him at face value, until he got in her face that was, grasping her by the neck and lifting her up high.
"J-just wh-what the hell are you doin'-gagh..."
Higher, higher, away they went, his hand vibrating as it held her, still, for fear of causing her own doom. He kicked her into the wall of Rakkan's home, the vibrations knocking things off kilter inside.
He grabbed her before she could slide and held her against the wall, coming down slowly, as to rub her back against the abrasive stone. Hands on her ribs, under the arms, he powered them both down.
Damn, she never thought stone could hurt so damn much like that, that endless scraping; she could only stop herself from screaming. They touched down upon the ground finally, but her grabbed her throat again.
"Just who the hell are you? How much pain do I have to cause before you drop that damn illusion?"
Just what the heck was he talking about? Illusion? Wasn't he wearing one? Was he nuts? He mind ran in circles until she was aware of rasping, powerful fingers, incredible digits of strength, digging into her mind, she could feel the over powering presence simply there. He wasn't taking it easy as he ripped into her mind, searching for purpose, for ground, like the lightning he so often conjured.
Nothing, he just saw Asuna. Yet, magic cancel did not just turn off. It did not. This girl did not simply just loose all of her strength and speed and her abilities to boot, just like that...and he knew, regardless of how much strength he had gained, he had not gained that much as to her becoming helpless against him, not like this.
Let's see the real deal then. If you're so skilled, let's see how you handle...my true power.
His hand reached deep, deep into his pockets, and out came his pactio, glowing with anticipation, with his pent up magic ad darkness coated his hands. He called out to the skies; lightning seemed to course through him, hailed from above to strike him down...only to make him stronger.
"Adeat!"
Around him the power came, and he felt, in that moment, very, very connected to Eva. Her power was weak, feeble, and his own throbbed with its strength. Together, it was he who ended up sharing strength through the bond...in control, the Key formed in his hands, the wind billowing out to take in his cape.
His illusion was gone as he grasped the key which revealed all untruths, even his own. Through it, holding it, he could see much of his own faults, and once again, knew he would have to, sooner or later, let go of his hate...
Without the burning power a fully fledged Eva could lend him, he could see the truth of this item, its enlightenment. The key glowed, winking brightly. Above his head it rose, twirling before he pointed it, his finger of justice, as Asuna....
...and, even as she knew there was nothing to fear from it, in the moment, the key shining in his hands, she feared him...more than ever before, she feared his strength. It would blast her, and nothing would happen, and he would be the fool, but still, he terrified her.
He wasn't even that sarcastic boy whose monster strength she had grown to accept. He was a completely new monster now, one whose power was too much to think about, too much to take. An unbelievable comic book character, nothing but a story, unreal, impossible.
There was no telling what his writer in this story would do next, what he would make her do, such was the boy in front of her...she had almost said man. A bead grew upon its blade, growing outwards, consuming her vision, as he brought it closer, closer...ever nearer until it was almost touching her cheek.
She found that her face had turned to the side instinctively, trying to sink into the wall, make herself as thin as possible, away, inching from that sphere of light, of truth. Negi's eyes, reflecting the light, passed his their judgment on her as her stabbed out, the light catching upon her.
It spread along her body like wildfire, until she was nothing but a glowing shape, shining all the brighter until the magic could intensify no more, shattering into pixie dust to fall down upon the floor, and reveal the truth to Negi's eyes.
It was what he had expected, but not what he had hoped.
A girl stood there, shivering, in fear if not from the cold, which had suddenly filled Negi. Short cropped hair, held by loose, sparse ribbons, a delicate form she was, but she was not Asuna. Crap, call the Navy, call the Army, call the friggin NII, The British are invading again, and this time, it's with spaceships, not warships.
Damn, life sucked sometimes...really, really, sucked. Here was another "small potatoes" problem to deal with, which ain't so damn small after all.
+--3--+
*(Skip this if you like. This is just Negi ranting like there is no tomorrow in a letter to both Fate and Godel...obsessive cussing apparent.)*
Okay you b*st*rds. I don't care how poorly you think of my ass after reading this, but both of you have gotten the same damn letter, so don't whine your asses at me. I want whichever one of you had the bright idea to steal away my student from me to speak up now or I promise you all, I'll make both your lives a living hell. You don't need to know who else I'm talking to if your shit filled brains can't comprehend my drift, or if you insist upon acting retarded, that's fine too.
Oh, what was this sitting on his mail pile? Ahh, a polite entreaty from Negi Springfield. Ahh, but I have no idea what he's talking about. Yet, I do know whom the other is, obviously, Fate has stirred the pot, and I mean more than one Fate when I say this. Ha ha...my my, this boy can burn even when he's using a pen! Okay you parentless orphans is a brilliant way to start a letter, don't you think? It's a wonder more speeches aren't started that way...
I don't care if I can curse you all in a dozen or more languages, I don't care if I can confuse you with big words, I ain't writing this to be fancy, or diplomatic. This thing will blow apart, and it's on a limited fuse, so read it fast, or chuck it in the fireplace for all I care. It's your choice not to listen to me. Do I have your attention? Okay then. Now, I don't care which one of you bloody f#&ots did it. You wanted my attention? You got it, and you've got a flaming arrow pointed dead at your heart for it too. I only wanted peace, but I can't ever have even that one f&$king pleasure, can I?
Fate idly checked his mail as he sipped his coffee. The average junk mail, a circular and...He spat out his coffee all over the offending document. In bold letters, letters that seemed to be practically screaming, dipping bloody murder, the name Negi Springfield was boldly proclaimed ...the audacity...hadn't the mail carriers even bothered to intercept this? Magical mail...it burned in his hands. Almost guiltily, he opened the letter and feasted upon text in all capital letters, the force of the pen punctuating the paper several times.
Now, I don't know about you, but one of you self-serving pricks need to get your heads out of your damn asses and man up, or I'll stick my foot up so far up both ya'll asses you'll have my f#c%ing TOES for new dentures! Screw diplomacy, screw decency, screw common sense for that don't seem to exist no more anyway. I'm going to come for either one of you if I don't hear from you by next week, and I don't care how many faces I have to smash in to do it. I've got your brother-loving girlfriend here, not that you would care.
The paper was practically burning the governor's hands. By the gods, could this boy hit a low blow. Self-serving prick? That was just wrong...so wrong. Dentures? That was an insult! Well, no, he shouldn't say that, this whole letter was an insult, and the boy had orchestrated it to be just that. As he had claimed, he wasn't writing this to be diplomatic, or fancy, he was writing it to get a point across...
Damn, you've got me repeating myself, that's how f$c*ing pissed I am right now. You mother$%#!ers better give me back my damn student, or risk looking like cowards and getting your bollocks STABBED off with my HeartBreaker. Now I ASSURE you, that will burn like hell for years to come. You wanks. Hell, if you thought this was going to make me tame, you're stupider than as some American's act, and believe me, one of their main tactics is to act like they are as dumb as shit.
Fate dropped the letter as if it were a hot iron he had just put his hand upon. It turned over before landing on the table, showing him the other side, which was full or more text, burning his eyes, even larger than before. Who could have thought, the boy's very eyes seemed to be staring at him through that paper, his voice echoing in his head. Such was his strength when it came to education, to tools of the trade.
Asuna, who had a great pair of eyes on her, managed to sneak a glance at the paper as Fate had been reading...looks like it wouldn't be long now before monster boy came bursting through the doors to tear whitey limb from limb...thank god. He kept creeping her out, talking about needing just a few more materials before he could "work" on her.
Okay you s!ds. I've calmed down a little. That doesn't mean I'll go easy on your w#*re-loving arses if I catcher your shags anywhere. You have a week to answer me, c&$ks...and know that every second longer, I'll just be training more, beating walls and punching bags into unrecognizable messes, imagining them to be your very d!#k-totting heads.
Kurt couldn't take it anymore, the indignity of it all. Standing up, he paced about the room, attempting to tear the paper to bits, and failing miserably. The boy must have put some kind of protection on it. Cursing, he threw it into his fireplace, where it sat complacently for a few seconds before an explosion racked his whole office, blasting the fire into his desk, his personal library, and several important documents.
The man cowered to the fire as his whole office was set ablaze, and the fire was blocking the doorway. Yet, bliss, blissful protection, sprinklers rained down their judgment from the sky, beating at the flames that were rapidly consuming his office in their rage. Stupid. The blast had even overturned his desk and knocked some book cases down, such was the force.
You shall feel my wrath. Know that I've found my idiot of a father, and I can tell you, once he gets out of the coma I'm going to pound him into...he won't be very happy to find out you stole away an innocent girl, ehh? Oh, and don't think you'll be safe. I give you a week to go crawl up in some hell hole if you want, but I'll break apart this very world to find you and wrench your heart out to crush it between my fingers, you'll see the slimy ooze you call blood running through them.
Don't think my father will stand by either. If he hasn't recovered from his coma by a week, I'll beat him out of it just the same way I beat him into it, and if he doesn't want to come, I'll tie him to my will and come after your arses.
Wishing both of you b%$chs a happy, healthy week, I hope you succeed in all your f#!king endeavors. ~The guy who's gonna kick you to China, the year 3008, if you don't heed this. Negi Springfield.
In Fate's hands, the letter exploded, making his cup of coffee explode, drenching him as his face and clothes turned black with soot, the circulars were fried. Blinking, the boy looked up at a squeal, seeing Koyomi with her hands over her mouth. He sighed,
"Springfield apparently has discovered Shirori's cover. Unfortunate. I was hoping for more time."
He was still holding the broken handle of the decimated cup. He would need more coffee again...a perfectly good cup had just been wasted. Damn you, Negi Springfield. To punch his face was one thing, but to wreck his coffee? That was another entirely.
+--4--+
Mountains. Mountains and fresh, free spring air. Flowers blossoming along the sides of the road, the world was at peace. Along a dirt path, a girl scrunched down, picking up a tiny butterfly, it's beautiful, metallic blue-black wings shimmering in the midday sun's light.
Her blue eyes alighted upon the creature, yet it was still in her hands. She held it carefully, still, as another child, a boy, walked up to her. He watched her as she held the thing, still in her hands. He was hesitant near the girl, only watching the sun turn light brown hair into a shining blonde.
It was a dare, that was all, all he had to do was reach out and push her down, escaping before she noticed. It was done all the time...but not to her. She was scary. Odd, weird. In her hands, the butterfly sprang up, and as he watched, it flitted away, his eyes following it in fear as she watched it with delight.
"She did it again! The demon's done it again!"
His voice made her swirl around, wary. His finger was pointed directly at her; the sound of feet pounding upon the road announced the arrival of adults, strangers, wary of the girl, as much as the child was. She stepped back, a nervous smile on her lips, making the boy scream.
"It was dead! Dead! She made it fly! The evil witch made it fly!"
No. No, it...it wasn't dead. It had been sleeping...just sleeping...why did they always look at her, accuse her? Witch, sorceress, servant of Hel, no. It had been sleeping. Along the road, her cousin approached, and as he came, she felt a push as the boy lunged at her, tossing her into the flowers.
Her knee scarped against a rock, ripping a cry from her throat. A heavy hand swung out, and she heard the sound of bone upon flesh, and a cry out, childish. She felt someone pull her up, her cousin crying out the injustice from his mouth.
"It was just asleep...asleep Yoii...I didn't do anything..."
+--E--+
Phew. I'm glad I don't curse when I speak. Although, if I did, I'm pretty sure, with a performance like that, not many would mess with a vocabulary like that one...my my, if you received a letter like that from Negi, what would you do?
Nagi is here, and he's not happy, is he? What a way to make an entrance, having Rakkan fall on top of you and then getting nearly killed, electric chair style. Negi is evil that way, hmm? Just what is Nagi trying so hard to hide anyway? Did he...?
What's up with the last part hmm? Well, you'll just have to wait for that one...
