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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 06:

Vampires and Androids

A Love Magister Hina Negima! fanfic by James "Ray" Edwards

If a particularly otaku-happy student were to start quoting Star Wars to describe the state of affairs in Class 2-A that morning, they would have probably started off with:

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy!"

Unfortunately, they would have to retract the "scum" part of that statement rather quickly, although there was plenty of villainy going on. Today was a new day of classes, one step closer to the end of term, and there were plenty of pranks to be pulled yet. Several students, lead by the Narutaki twins no less, were already roaming the classroom setting up booby traps. The gossip mill was also in full swing as the girls began to relate tales of travails and horrors as they neared closer to finals, not to mention the disturbance this morning out at the front gates caused by Asuna Kagurazaka and some --- foreigners apparently.

Asuna was still in rage about it, judging by the "fire breathing" and ranting coming from her desk where Konoka Konoe was hopelessly trying to assuage the auburn-haired girl's self-righteous indignation. Occasionally, a barb about "blondes" and "stupid twerps" would be rifled through the air, which then caused Ayaka Yukihiro to poke her nose into the mess with a curt retort. This would compound matters only further as Asuna was obviously itching for a fight, shouting match or otherwise.

Everyone else pretty much did whatever it was they did on a daily basis, socialize, get all buddy-buddy, etc. The same routine they have been doing since elementary school.

It sickened her.

The stupid humans going through the same paces, day in and day out. That Man certainly knew his curses because if she did not kill herself first at this rate, the monotony of these fifteen years (and more to come) would do the job just as well. Now having had more than a century of "life" to her resume, she could now honestly say with "20/20" hindsight --- that leaving "Home" was one of the stupidest things she had ever done. Those beasts and traitors back at the Eternal Court of Souls were probably laughing at her folly on a daily basis. The very idea of a Shinso, a True Ancestor, being tricked and defeated by a human, a pompous sorcerer who was not even using true magic at that, was entirely laughable.

Nobody would have guessed it would happen to the Great Evangeline A.K. McDowell, who was regarded as royalty among her people.

Damn That Man to the Nine Sanctums of Hell! she thought bitterly, slipping through the throngs of students unhindered towards her desk at the back of the classroom like a wraith. Laugh, be happy while you can fools; one day I'll show you all the true meaning of sorrow --- for Despair and I are equals!

Under normal circumstances, the chances of anyone showing up at her desk were slim and virtually nonexistent. Evangeline was confident that the most of her peers in Class 2-A were blissfully unaware of her even breathing. The only two people who even realized she existed at all was that annoying easy-going professor, Takamichi T. Takahata, and a portly girl by the name of Satsuki Yotsuba. Takamichi knowing about her was a given for a number of reasons, but Satsuki was something of a special case.

Every day the ginger-haired girl would show up and ask Evangeline to try one of her new homemade bento box lunches that she had cooked personally. It was a private personal ritual shared between them only, beginning just three odd years ago when Satsuki found her dozing off on the rooftop that afternoon. She had not eaten a thing the entire day simply because she could not enjoy human food anymore. By then twelve years had passed into her incarceration, one failure after another had preceded the next failure to a point where she could feel despair beginning to overwhelm her spirit.

Satsuki never questioned her or asked anything at all in return, offering one of her bento box lunches and her simple quiet company. Somehow, the ginger-haired girl's sentiment had cheered her up, almost as if the girl simply understood that some things were just better off unsaid. Satsuki was not interested in the least of prying into her private life. In fact, she was just happy to be able to share a peaceable moment between themselves over lunch. As the comfortably portly girl had said it to her once:

"If Eva-san wants to talk, I'd be happy to listen. If Eva-san wants to listen, I'd be happy to talk."

It was for these simple reasons that Evangeline respected --- well --- Sacchin, though she doubted she would ever have the humility to openly admit it to the girl. The last thing she wanted to see first thing in the morning at school, standing right in front of her desk, was Chachamaru Karakuri.

Her indigo eyes hardened into cold steel of dark blue as she gazed into her servant's turned back. It was all she could do not to lash out with a sharp verbal barb that she knew would have torn the "mechanical angel" from the inside out. Chachamaru was much too soft on the humans. "Karakuri-san, this is an unexpected visit."

"Ah-!" yelped the startled android girl, a visible tremble running throughout her entire clothed frame. Her prototype quantum processors barely managed to regulate her volume down in time so as to not draw attention to herself.

Evangeline raised an eyebrow at such an overt display of emotion. Was this a bug in the new human interface program that "The Professor" uploaded only a few weeks ago? She was definitely going to have a few words with Saotomi Hakase later. Hopefully, they would not end up trashing half of the Engineering Department again over at the University Section of Mahora Academy.

"'Ah-!'? Did I scare you by any chance? You don't seem to be the type to be frightened easily," she asked her servant in the most discreet tone of voice she could manage, considering the increasingly aggravating situation.

Chachamaru slowly turned about face, her long neon-green hair swaying perceptibly with the anxiety that was evident in her stuttering voice and the nervous clenching and unclenching of her hands into fists. There was little emotion in her matching neon-green eyes, a small saving grace as The Professor had yet to fully perfect the intricacies of human eyes.

"M-McDowell-s-san."

"Yes?"

The android girl could hardly even meet the piercing gaze of her mistress. As a rule of thumb, they never spoke to each other unless it was extremely important. This "casual" conversation was very much a violation of one of their many golden rules. Her statistics and probably programs could only begin to hypothesize the number of embarrassing and "damaging" scenarios that would occur to herself once Chachazero, the Archtype, hears about this fiasco and her "human" responses.

"I-I...etou..."

"Ah, that reminds me, we haven't spoken much have we?"

"N-No, Mc-McDowell-san." Oh no, her human interface protocols were overloading. There were too many conflicting priorities and...

Evangeline was barely holding back the urge to hiss venomously at her servant, as a visible twitch developed in her right brow. Oh yes, she and Saotomi were going to have a real nice long --- chat about these emotions the android girl had begun to absorb into her increasingly sophisticated frame and personality.

"I see, well then what brings you here? Not many of our classmates exactly bother to come all the way into the back and stand in front of my desk."

Weakness detected! Analyzing! That's it! This is my chance, Chachamaru processed rapidly, "feeling" that she had at last gained some footing in the deteriorating predicament she had landed herself in unintentionally. "Two things."

"'Two things'? That's awfully forward of you." Evangeline smiled inwardly, noting with some pride that her servant had finally regained some measure of composure and that the familiar resolute confidence in her voice had begun to return at last. Perhaps, she would be more lenient on her mechanical angel's punishment later.

"Yes, firstly I was asked to deliver this to you."

"Oh?"

The neon green-haired girl bent down, reaching for her book bag on the floor, and procured a rather --- sizeable bento box, wrapped in a black cloth decorated with stars, crescent moons, and white kittens. It was big enough to feed three people.

"You see, Sacchin asked m-!"

"'Sacchin'?" Evangeline raised a brow at the familiar tone of address held in Chachamaru's voice when she uttered that particular nickname for Satsuki Yotsuba. The bento was definitely the ginger-haired girl's handiwork, but the slip her servant had made and then her effort to hide it. Was Chachamaru trying to hide something from her? And no, there was no way she could possibly be jealous! The idea was absolutely absurd, and besides, it was common knowledge that resident chef was popular with her peers, the underclassmen, the upperclassmen, and even the faculty.

It just that --- Satsuki's official nickname per say was Sacchan. Sacchin was something more private. Something that the vampire thought she was the only who could call her friend that name. When did Satsuki befriend her servant? When? Wait a minute here, did she just think of Satsuki Yotsuba as a friend? That's absurd!

"Sorry, I meant, Yotsuba-san."

"I had no idea you two were soooo well acquainted with one another. The nickname, and then asking a favor out of you to deliver this bento to me?"

"No-no, I-I-!"

The blonde-haired girl scowled. "How cute."

Chachamaru lowered her gaze, unable to meet the accusing indigo eyes of her mistress any longer. It was but a small saving grace that the other students were too busy in their own affairs to see the scene that was unfolding in the back of the classroom. The Professor had said that the new human interface software would have allowed her to be more --- human --- and react more appropriately so that she may better cater to their often perplexing, illogical wants and needs. Now, she was not so certain of her decision to beta test the program because her performance appears to have deteriorated sharply as a result.

She felt ashamed.

"Thank you," said Evangeline as she accepted the large bento box without a fuss, earning herself a look of shear surprise from her servant. There would be plenty of hell to pay later, but with Satsuki's heavenly cooking here, she could easily afford to put it on hold. The portly girl was virtually the only bright spot in the entire fifteen years she has been incarcerated here in Mahora City. "I trust she made more for our classmates as well?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Mc-McDowell-san. I've given them all out already with her best regards. However..."

"'However'?"

"Yours was the largest."

"Hmm, touche."

"She also had a message for you. Yotsuba-san wanted to apologize for not being here in person and missing the first day of classes in Punctuality Week. Apparently, she had other pressing prior engagements to make, a formal exam of some sort, I believe."

"I see. She must be finally taking that first big step towards her dream."

"...Her dream?"

Evangeline smiled coolly, as she carefully stowed away the large bento box into her own satchel. "Ask her yourself the next time you see her. Now then, what was that other thing you wished to speak of?"

The android girl's thought was a whirlwind of One's and Zero's flashing by at a million kilometers per second, trying to analyze and categorize the reaction she had just witnessed before her very eyes. This was a side of her mistress she had never seen before, ever; the implications were astounding. Fortunately, multi-tasking was an inherent capacity of hers and it was easy to step aside, revealing to her mistress exactly what "the other thing" was --- an uninvited "guest."

"I believe, we have a new classmate, a transfer student so it seems, McDowell-san," Chachamaru told her. She gestured towards the sleeping black-haired girl at the vampire girl's desk, clad in the same uniform as themselves, with silken black hair tied into a ponytail at the nape of her neck by a red ribbon. The new girl was notably distinguished by a persistent cowlick and an unquestionable --- purring sound emanating forth from her person.

Evangeline stared, hard. A black aura of indignation was visibly building around her as she developed an angry twitch her eyes, blonde hair swaying with every quiver that shook her petite form. Someone else, some audacious brat without a single clue in the world had parked their rear so comfortably into her desk. This was unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable!

"Who. In the Nine Hells. IS THIS?"

To Be Continued...

Author's Note:

Congratulations to everybody whose read and/or reviewed thus far. It goes to show just how tenacious you guys and gals can be, and I'm grateful for the precious time you've taken aside to read this story. Feel free to leave a critique as you please, and trust me, I am listening. Your comments are always appreciated. I think I did a decent job with Negi, Nekane, and Anya last chapter, but I could use some pointers. Also, I'd love it if you guys can give me your thoughts on Evangeline and Chachamaru here. I've read some of Negima vol. 3 and I think I've captured Eva's snobbish, vengeful vampire princess attitude pretty well. As for Chachamaru, well, I kind of changed things around as you can see and gave her a new emotion program thingie, so she's sort of like Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation now. I hope that's not a bad thing, but since it's a program I can always turn it on and off, since even Data had problems coming to grips with emotions. Chachamaru understandably has a similar dilemma going from being able to express little emotion to now having the capability to do much more. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Anyways, from this point on out ---things are going to heat up, ladies and gentlemen. I can reasonably guarantee that some of you will be hating my guts or praising me shortly hereafter. Look forward to it, and see you all again in a few days.

But before I go:

Omake!

Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu

New Pairings Sighted?

EvangelinexSatsuki --- The Dark Evangel and the Goddess of Cookery! She might want to start watching her cholesterol!

Tsudzuku!