Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own the manga or anime verison of "Negima!" however, if I did, do you really think I'd be making fanfiction based around a pairing I like and not actually making the pairing a canon 'ship'? thought so, if you understood that at all, that is...

Mahou Sensei Negima: Complex Love.

Second Chapter: Why do I feel this way?

Three days later and Friday finally rolled around, ensuring that, if not now, the students would have something planned for the weekend by nightfall. It was after school let out, and Misa, Yuna and Madoka were on clean up duty that evening, forcing them to stay behind while their friends went off to enjoy the off time.

Madoka took to scrubbing the floors along with Misa while yuna took the job of cleaning the windows, as she thought it would be easier then floor duty.

To say she was wrong, would be an understatement…

"The dean couldn't make these windows any bigger, could he?" Yuna snapped, clenching the rag in her hands as she thought some rather 'violent' things, "well, you are the one who asked for that job, Yuna" Misa chided, grinning when Yuna shot some curses back at her before laughing when the girl in question had to leap off of the step ladder, dumping the water she had in a pail allover her body in the process.

"Oh, wet tee-shirt contest!" Misa shouted, making Yuna blush before the girl ran out to go change, leaving the two other girls in peace, "She was perky, wasn't she?"

Madoka blushed, hiding her face by turning around before even daring herself to speak, "You were…looking, Misa?"

"Oh, come on, Madoka! It's not like I'm interested in her or anything!" Misa patted her friend on the back before going back to scrubbing up a tough stain on the floor, leaving her friend with her thoughts.

Yeah, not interested…figures…

Wait a minute! Why the hell did I just think that? I-AM-NOT-

There is such a thing as being bisexual.

Madoka smacked herself on the head before muttering to herself, "I cannot believe I'm arguing with a figment of my imagination…I've hit an all new low!"

This, however, caught Misa's attention, "So…You've hit an all new low in what, Madoka-chan?" the girl asked, snickering at the other girl as Madoka tried to think up a believable excuse so that she could go back to cleaning, "Oh! Er, uh, nothing! Just thinking to myself, that's all!"

The purple haired girl seemed to buy that excuse, dropping the subject and focusing once again on that tough stain she was having problems with.

Why not just ask her? What's the worst that could happen?

I'm not gay, and even if I was, Misa's not!

How do you know? Maybe she's just waiting for the right girl to come by and sweep her off her feet!

Oh, yeah…right…and I'm thinking a four-way with Misa, Konoka and Asuna would be the perfect ending to my day!

Actually…

No! I did NOT say that!

Meanwhile…

I wonder what Madoka's thinking? If she remembers that night at all?

Misa pondered those thoughts as she scrubbed at the stain, finally getting it all off before elaborating on her thoughts, not realizing that her face had gone into a spaced out expression.

I wonder what she meant by "In love with me" that night? does she…does she like me? In "that" way?

Misa shook her head, glancing over at her friend and noticing that she must've caught Madoka red-handed when the girl in question had whipped her head back around, looking at the area of floor that she had finished a few minutes beforehand.

Madoka had started thinking of all the semi plausible excuses that she had for what just happened, readying herself for the onslaught of questions that was to come.

Only, they never did…

Did she catch me? Oh my god, what if she did? I'm so, so sorry, Misa! Honest!

God don't make me sink our friendship, please don't do this to me!

Madoka moved on, wringing her rag before cleaning up the new area of floor, just now realizing that she was in a rather 'good' position.

Why didn't I see this before? Crap, now I can see right up her skirt! Why me, why me?

Madoka risked a glance up at her friend, noticing that the girl was too involved with the chore at hand to notice that her friend was staring right up her skirt while trying hard not to do that very action.

Why can't I stop looking at her? She's not an object, goddamit!

But, maybe she likes your eyes on that area? It's not like she could be that oblivious to your perverted actions, Madoka-chan!

Madoka noticed a trickle of sweat roll down her face as she forced herself to look away, burning a hole in the floor as she stared at the intricacies of the materials, making mental shapes with whatever she could while simultaneously slapping her face for every slight peek she took up the other girl's skirt, when her resolve ran out, that is.

It was as Madoka decided to take her figment's advice and ask Misa what had been on her mind that any chance at all was interrupted by the third girl, Yuna Akashi, arriving back in the classroom, dressed in her track uniform.

"Eh, what's up with you, Madoka?" The girl pointed at Madoka's hand, as the girl had been in the process of reaching out to tap her friend on the back before she was stopped by Yuna's loud entrance, "Ah, I see! Feeling her up, are we?" Yuna cracked a smile at Madoka's reaction, as the girl jumped across the classroom, pinning herself against the wall and denying up and down that she had been trying anything suspicious.

"Geez, relax Madoka! Take it easy, I'm only joking" Yuna stuck her tongue out at the other two girls before going back to the windows with the new pail of water she had stopped for on her way back.

It was after the classroom was finished when the three girls made their way to the school entrance, changing their footwear for outdoors shoes before saying good bye to Yuna and making tracks for anywhere that wasn't affiliated with the school afterwards.

As Misa and Madoka walked down along one street in particular, Madoka noticed that they were the only ones traveling down that road, and that little fact wasn't lost on Misa, either.

Crap! The last thing I wanted to have to deal with and Misa decides to force it on me? Why do we have to walk together down a deserted street while being so…'close' to one another?

Misa's arm gently brushed against Madoka's, sending Madoka into a world of both pleasure, and hell.

Her skin's so soft…wait a minute! I-AM-NOT-

You are trying WAY to hard to convince yourself of that, you know…just ask her, you were going to do that earlier, weren't you?

Yeah…but I wasn't thinking straight! And now I am, so there!

You're just gonna run away from something that could mean happiness for the both of you, that's all Madoka…I guess you just don't care about Misa's feelings…well, go figure that!

You don't get it! I'm not saying anything BECAUSE I'm thinking of Misa-

So, finally admitting it, are we?

Madoka stopped walking, a look of surprise on her face as Misa turned to look at her, "Eh, uh…I think I…forgot something…back at the academy, that's it! So-uh-I'll go back and get it, you go on back to the dorms, okay, Misa?"

Misa looked at her friend as Madoka burst out running back to where they just came from, "huh? Hey, wait up, Madoka-" Misa tripped over some garbage bags in her pitiful attempt to chase after her friend who was obviously distraught, "What's with you, Madoka-chan? Why don't you tell me anything anymore?" Misa whispered, watching the sunset for a few minutes before she gingerly stood up and made her way to the dorms.

However, Madoka was now in tears as she ran back to the academy, her mind alive with chatter as she continued on her way, chiding her for her cowardice.

Why can't you just leave me alone, huh? would my life be so much better if I decided to try asking Misa out? If I came out to her, would it really be so much better then letting her make her own choices?

All you're doing is making assumptions, Madoka-chan! Maybe she would like it…to be loved by someone she could already trust with her secrets as well as her heart? Maybe you just don't want to be happy, have you ever thought of that? Maybe you don't want HER to be happy-

You're wrong! I do, and that's why I haven't-

Making choices for others based around your perceived notions about what another wants, it's not really as honorable as the movies make it out to be, you know?

Madoka knelt down on the ground, finally letting the tears fall as she cried on into the evening sky.

Later that night, while everyone, including Madoka, who had arrived earlier in the night, was asleep, Misa laid in her bed, listening to her friends as they slept and pondering her friend's latest mood.

What's up with Madoka? When she came back earlier, she was all wet, like she was crying about something…wait, maybe-!

Misa shot up, her face full of shock.

Did a family member pass on? Is that why she's been like this?

Misa relaxed somewhat, shaking that thought out of her head as she laid back down on her pillow, trying hard to figure her friend in the bunk above her out.

But…why is she acting this way? Maybe it has something to do with the stuff she was talking about that night…

Misa closed her eyes, hoping to get some sleep before the day ahead of her and her friends.

A few hours later…

"Misa? M-i-i-sa!" a somewhat husky voice called out to the young girl, bringing her out of a peaceful sleep and into…

"Madoka! What are you-" the girl was cut off by Madoka's mouth as the girl pressed firmly against Misa's lips, sending wave after wave of pleasure through out her body as Madoka continued.

What's going on? Why is she…looking…at me? Why do her eyes look so-so…hungry?

Misa tried to push the other girl away, raising her arms but being cut off at the pass as Madoka pinned both arms against the bed, breaking the kiss for only a few seconds so as to make eye contact with Misa, running her tongue over her lips before pressing them back down on the now helpless girl below her, forcing her tongue into Misa's mouth before allowing said girl to moan slightly in anticipation of what might follow.

As Madoka pulled away again, Misa and her made eye contact for the second time around, "W-What are you doing, Madoka?" Misa asked, her face one of shock and…longing?

"Just what you've been wanting, that's all" Madoka whispered in Misa's ear before nibbling on it and slipping into Misa's bed.

"M-Madoka…"

Suddenly, Misa shot up in bed, her face and body covered in sweat, and her pajamas clinging to her body at every curve.

What the hell was that?" Misa asked, not caring that she spoke a little louder then she had meant to as she placed her face in her hands, not realizing that there was a witness to her little 'dream'.

Did…did she just? Did she just moan my name?

Madoka's eyes widened as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind alive with the possibilities that lay before her for the weekend.

A/N: Holy crap! I did not expect more then one pity review, to be honest! I'm really surprised that there are others who like this pairing idea and hope to make you all proud, seeing as I believe I'm the first to actually make a fic based around this pairing here... but please, correct me if I'm wrong on that! Long live the (snicker) M&M Revolution! Try and say that with a straight face...

I'm actually trying to think up some less thought about pairings, so when i finish this idea, I might start work on another pairing-based fic besides my other on going fics. I have no idea how long this fic will be, but will try to make it as good as possible! I hope you'll stay with this story!

Read and review please, although I'm not gonna hold chapters just because of lack of reveiws! I'm not that type of writer, who writes only for the praise, but for the fun and expression(sounding so corny right now) that it brings! See ya!

Oh, and as for Madoka's nickname; it's actually "Kugipi" I believe...screwed that one up, but, oh well!

See ya for real!