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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 07:

I Hereby Declare War

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

She was not sure what woke her up first. Maybe it was the electrifying feeling in the air that sent the hairs on the back of her neck on edge, the feminine shriek of indignation that wound the thoughtful gears in her thoughts, or was it the sinking feeling an individual experienced when more than two sets of eyes impressed themselves like knives upon that person. Honestly, it could have been any of the above or none of the above.

The problem was, something had woken Kanako Urashima up from her catnap, and she was not a very nice person after being disturbed this early in the morning. In her professional capacity, she highly recommended that human beings should not be disturbed between the unholy hours of midnight to noon, unless circumstantial evidence warranted their presence to avert a catastrophe on the scale of incomprehensible stupidity. One example she was particularly fond of was all the hair gel in the world being stolen by an evil genius.

For that adventure, she would wake up in the morning just to bear witness.

Blinking not once but twice, just to check her sanity that there really was not a disembodied wave of maniac kendo girls and evil white kittens with pitch forks and bat wings hovering about in mid-air chanting "Nyah-Nyah!" all before her, she stirred from her brief slumber. A husky groan escaped her lips as she stretched about luxuriously like a cat, before letting loose with an audible yawn. The certified genius warranted that she really ought to get a few more hours of sleep, as she did expend a considerable amount of chakra. Then again, there was not much use crying over spilled milk, according to the old maxim anyway.

All right, now where was I again when I --- oh, she thought with blank-faced realization of where she was and what was happening.

There literally was a wave of humanity standing just a healthy pace away, ringing her desk in full formation. The menagerie of Class 2-A was quite impressive. All seven colors of the rainbow were present and it would have made Lucky a very happy elf indeed: red-heads, raven-haired and auburn-haired ladies, blondes, indigo, violet, platinum blondes, blues, brunettes, pink, and even a smattering of neon green. Some had fair skin, dark skin, make up, no make up, and everything in between. There were short ones, tall ones, lolicons, petite girls, buxom girls, glasses, no glasses, long hair, short hair, ponytails, braids, pigtails, ribbons, bells, and by golly, somebody even had a cosplay fetish judging by the silvery metal antennas she wore on her hair band. In fact, the android cosplay girl was really, really good! She had the emotionless expression down to a stage art.

What a sad bunch of freaks...

...and they were all wearing the same expression on their faces.

"What's with this place? Eve-rybody's making such long faces," Kanako said aloud as she stood up from the desk, surveying her gathered classmates with cool hazel eyes, "Just like a jail."

The reaction was instantaneous and priceless. A cacophony of talking and heated whispers erupted, shattering the hushed silence, as the mob of girls visibly reeled back. Some with angry eyes, bewildered eyes, cautious eyes, hurt eyes, indignant eyes, insulted eyes, but the expression of negative energy was all the same, rippling through the gathered students like a wave spreading from the epicenter of disturbance in a pond. The raven-haired girl could hardly help herself but smirk at her own handiwork, knowing fully well that her broiling audience was completely under her spell.

Lazily, she picked out her next target with the tip of her index finger. "Hey, you over there with the bells. That's right, I'm talking to you. Pardon my curiosity but is that a disease or your eyes?"

"WHAT!" the Siamese-eyed girl exploded, her shrieking voice piercing the din. There was a righteous rage burning in her enraged eyes, one sky blue and the other a deep blue; beautiful perhaps, and to the raven-haired girl absolutely priceless. She never figured she would be able to pinpoint the passionate center focus of the class so easily.

"Oh, my mistake, or are they actually contacts? A new way of looking --- cool, huh?"

"Why you-!"

The girl was positively fuming red with fury, and her discontent was starting to catch on like a malignant infection with the rest of the class. Many were starting to eye her with hot glares and cold accusing looks, branding her out to be some kind of enemy. Everything was going exactly according to her grand master plan. All she needed now was one more push and "Phase One" of her plan would be complete. She fully intended to make the Headmaster regret his decision to ever insist that she attend his precious little school. This was a vendetta and she was going to destroy Mahora Academy, an ugly testament to far too many things for her to name that she hated passionately.

"Asuna, calm down! Don't let her get to you. Everyone's getting worked up..." hissed a worried voice from within the mob, catching the genius girl's attention. The student was standing right beside the furious object of her instigating rhetoric, a kind-faced dark-haired girl who was desperately trying to assuage this "Asuna" girl.

Kanako sneered inwardly. Of course, it was to be expected that there would be a few level-headed individuals in this mob. This was exactly where her contingency plan came in. All she needed now was a second target of opportunity to regain momentum.

"Konoka-san is quite right, Asuna-san! It's so obvious that this girl is trying stir up some trouble with Class Two-A," cried another voice proudly as the owner stepped forth into the limelight. Her swift, nimble interjection effectively focused all eyes and ears upon her presence.

She was a tall impressive girl with long flowing blonde hair, like rays of sunlight, who carried herself with the pretentious, arrogant air common to a person of authority and power. It was highly likely she was the class representative, a perfect target. "Whoever she is, I for one am not about to-!"

"I hate to interrupt your no doubt brilliant counter rhetoric, Iincho-san, but tell me this much, you wouldn't happen to be afflicted with a chronic case of a disease of the foot and mouth, would you? Or is that red lip stick for something else, perhaps --- extracurricular activities, older men, little boys..."

"SAY...WHAT?"

"Fufufufu, oh my, did II just hit a nerve?" Kanako sneered openly, like a cat that has just caught a rat by its tail. The Class Rep had potential, but her technique obviously needed more --- refinement. "Hmph, how careless of you. I suppose they didn't teach you that particular tactic in 'Public Speaking' now did they? Oh, I'm sorry were you too busy ogling the objects of your affections at the time by any chance, pedophile? Or were you doing some enjokousai 'lip service' for the faculty?"

The blonde was completely dumbstruck with ambivalence. On one hand, she was absolutely furious, and on the other hand, she was defeated utterly by shock. Politics was an art and she had just gotten herself completely schooled because of one little mistake. This battle was over. She had failed completely to gain control of the situation. Already many of the other students were beginning to get riled up once again, coming to her defense instinctively, while others were backing away from a potentially volatile and violent confrontation. This raven-haired girl was certainly not the run-of-the-mill rabble Ayaka was used to dealing with, and the girl meant every word she said.

This was not a game anymore.

"Shut up! How dare you say something like that to Ayaka!" shouted Asuna angrily. She took a step forward, holding up a trembling fist and was undoubtedly meaning to use it, only to be stopped by her friend Konoka again.

"You're not helping, Asuna. I know she said really mean things, but we shouldn't-!"

"Konoka, stay out of my way. Somebody has to teach that girl a lesson!"

Sure enough, any further words the pacifist could have offered were drowned out by a rousing cry of encouragement from the large impressive body of students who still stood in the ring. They were all playing right into the raven-haired girl's plan without even realizing it, as they urged Asuna on to seek retribution.

"See, Konoka, everyone agrees with me too! Besides, who the hell does this girl think she is anyway?"

This statement was exactly the cue that Kanako had been waiting for, and she jumped suddenly onto the desk with a resounding bang. The reverberating impact hushed the occupants of the entire classroom instantly. Even the more braver ones in the mob surrounding her, with only thin margin to spare between her and them, took a big step back as she reared up to her full height, towering easily over the class from her imperious vantage. Crossing her arms over her bosom, the raven-haired girl sneered condescendingly down upon her classmates, as if she were a tyrant.

"Who am I you ask? Well, I guess I'll just have to explain it to you idiotic brats."

Asuna gawked in disbelief. "'Brats'?"

"That's right, all of you, and I'm the person whose going to make your lives a living Hell for the year. Don't bother with names and introductions just yet because you'll know me better than the back of your hand in a day or two, give or take what imbeciles you are. You will remember me, even when you dream, and soon --- so will the entire school."

"Grrr, you're just all talk, as if you could-"

Kanako silenced the headstrong Siamese-eyed girl with an eerie gesture, holding up a single hypnotic finger. The effect was strikingly apparent as all eyes focused on her in an heartbeat, watching with barely contained agitation. Slowly, she began to count up each finger, stringing along her audience with a mesmerizing power as ethereal song filled with children's voices at play enticed their ears...

"Hito."

"Futa."

"Mi."

"Yon."

"Itsu."

"Mui."

"Nana."

"Yaha."

"Kokono."

"And once at ten."

"It will fall."

"It will fall --- softly," she hissed softly as she took a sweeping bow, her raven tresses veiling the smug smile on her face.

The haunting song faded away leaving behind the spellbound students staring wide-eyed in awe. Questions, so many questions rifled across the surface of their quivering eyes, dying to know the answers to their questions. Who was this rude haughty girl and what did she just do to them? Their answers, however, would not come today as something --- special happened.

Suddenly, all Hell broke loose as the morning bell rang accompanied by the sounds of loud roaring explosions, shocking the students out of their entranced stupor. Trashcans were exploding randomly all across the campus, and naturally, the students immediately flocked to the windows in a wave humanity to see what was happening. Their boiling anger was forgotten.

I have them completely in the palm of my hand --- oh, what's this? Kanako noted with a bemuse twinkle in her eyes.

Though her support had completely crumbled away, Asuna still stood her ground, completely focused and mad as hell. Nobody before had said those things about Ayaka, about her mismatched eyes, and then some more --- actually meaning what was said. It looked like she and the class rep were archrivals, but out of all the people here, Ayaka Yukihiro knew her best. They were not exactly best friends, just friends in a way.

Asuna Kagurazaka had never hated anyone to the bottom of her guts before, but right there and then, she realized she had met somebody that she would never like, period.

"Asuna! Let's go back to our seats, okay? It's over, even Ayaka's gone too," Konoka Konoe entreated her roommate with a gentle tug on the enraged girl's sleeve. They had been rooming together ever since she first arrived at Mahora Academy in the sixth year of her elementary school education, and had quickly become best friends. Of course, she mused that you didn't have to be best friends with Baka Red of the Baka Rangers to know that Asuna was completely pissed off right now. "Please, Asuna?"

Kanako Urashima could care less about the dark-haired girl's attempts to defuse the volatile situation. Righteous hotheads were her favorite targets. "You should listen to your little pacifist friend, yes? Even your precious Iincho-sama ran away like a cur with her proud tail tucked between her legs. Kukuku, but that's all right. I know her type all too well."

"You don't know anything about, Ayaka!" Asuna roared back, meeting the raven-haired girl's condescending gaze unflinchingly.

"Of course, I do. I even know your kind too, and you'll both be back tomorrow looking for more."

"Kisama... You come down here now and I'll put you in your place!"

"Heeeh? Such crude words, but then again it suits such a filthy mouth."

"Shut up! I'll make you come down, if you don't!"

"I'd love to see you try it. You're finally living up to the role you were meant to play all along, another --- Violent. Stupid. Girl."

"You asked for-!"

"STOP IT!" shrieked Konoka suddenly. The desperation in her cry was enough to shatter the grisly enmity growing between the two opponents in a brief moment of clarity. Standing alone by herself in the middle of the aisle, she was crying like a child. "P-Please...stop."

Asuna stared speechless at her best friend, not knowing what to say or what it was she was about to do. Her anger had clouded her self-awareness, and she had been completely ignorant of the kind girl's growing distress. Shooting back briefly a hot glare at the hazel-eyed girl, as if to say "This is not over!", she returned swiftly to her crying friend's side, putting a reassuring hand across her shoulders while cooing soothing words. All eyes present in the classroom watched the scene unfold without a word, and when the duo settled back into their desk, they swiveled with deadly anticipation onto the still nameless girl

Kanako smirked.

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes:

Alright, it's official. Kanako has now declared war! I don't know what you guys are thinking, but I'd love to hear from you. I can still use plenty of pointers and criticism to help improve the story, so don't hesitate to contact me or drop a review. We finally got to the fun parts, guys! Love it or hate it, so let's roll!

Oh, and for today's omake, I've decided to do something a little different just to help the fellas who are having a hard time keeping track of who's who around here, plus fill in you guys a bit about the story of Negima!

Omake!

Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu

Negima! 101

Here's a quick summary of Negima! if you guys have not been reading the manga or following the anime:

Negi Springfield's a ten-year-old child prodigy who just graduated from the magic academy in England. He dreams of a becoming a Magister Magi, a kind of freelancing wizard who travels the world helping people in need. As part of his training, he's sent to Japan on his own to teach English at an all-girls junior-high school in Mahora Academy. This being a romantic harem comedy from the premise, many of the students quickly warm up to the pint sized Keitaro, except for Asuna Kagurazaka. She hates his guts especially for replacing her old teacher, Takahata-sensei, who she secretly has a crush on.

The school faculty has been informed, of course, of Negi's special circumstances and aware of his magical powers. He's been forbidden to use them, but needless to say, he puts himself in a lot of situations where they end up coming out anyway. Asuna is the first student to discover his secret, and after a botched memory wipe attempt that blows away her clothes completely for the umpteenth time, she vows to make his life as difficult as possible (see a trend here?).

Of course, what begins as a wacky romantic harem comedy matures into an action packed drama of its own right. All is not well in the world of Negima! Rogue wizards, enigmatic shadow organizations up to no good, mysteris, demons, tragic romances, and much more are abound. I bet you are already feeling the thrillin' vibes of why I put Negima! right up there with my other Akamatsu favorties and more, plus why I dediced to tackle this enormous project! XD

Now for the characters who have appeared thus far in Glass Moon:

Dramatis Persona

Keitaro Urashima - Since chp. 1. The leading man of this epic.

Kanako Urashima - Since chp. 1. Our leading lady, of course-nya!

Tsuruko Aoyama - Yup, that was her in chp. 3. No real surprises here, I suppose. Look forward to Motoko-chan! XD

Takamichi T. Takahata - Chp. 4. He's the former English professor in charge of Class 2-A and is a friend of Negi.

Negi Springfield - Chp. 5. The hero of Negima! and our third protagonist. He's a Magister Magi in training and has been sent to Mahora Academy as per part of his training and profession. In the original Negima! storyline, he ends up rooming with Asuna and Konoka due to unusual circumstances.

Nekane Springfield - Chp. 5. Negi's elder sister. Who keeps in touch every now and then via magical letters addressed to Negi.

Anya - Chp. 5. Negi's classmate and close friend, who graduated in the same class as him. He mentions her a lot in the Negima! manga. She's the girl about his age in the full mage regalia and two ponytails in her hair.

Shizuna Minamoto - Chp. 5. Another English professor at Mahora Academy. Negi's bombshell supervisor.

Seta Noriyasu - Cameo in Chp. 5. That guy's at it again!

Konoemon Konoe - Mentioned in Chp. 4. The Headmaster of Mahora Academy, and a fellow who pulls his fair share of strings hint-hint. He's also Konoka's grandfather.

Asuna Kagurazaka - Chp. 6. The main heroine of Negima! In the original Negima! storyline, she ends up having to take in Negi as part of an arrangement on the Headmaster's part. Rooms with Konoka and is good friends with the girl.

Konoka Konoe - Chp. 6. A center piece of the Negima! universe who has quite a few story arcs dedicated to her in the original Negima! storyline thus far. She'll be involved in quite a few storylines later in Glass Moon as well.

Ayaka Yukihiro - Chp. 6. Class representative of Class 2-A. Best friends with Asuna in fact, although it doesn't look like it.

Evangeline A.K. McDowell - Chp. 6. Sore wa himitsu desu. But, as stated she's a True Ancestor vampire.

Satsuki Yotsuba - Chp. 6. Resident chef of Class 2-A. She's a little on the heavy side of things, but still she's a good gal and is the only student Evangeline actually respects.

Chachamaru Karakuri - Chp. 6. An android who's Evangeline's companion and servant. Nobody actually notices that she's an android except for Saotomi Hakase, AKA The Professor, who helped create her. In the original Negima! story, she was not beta testing a new "emotion" program so to speak.

And that's all for me, folks.

P.S. Thanks for the save Mr. havenoname. On the subject of Asuna's eyes, I'm going by the manga coloration of her eyes (blue and dark blue) and not the TV series version with the blue and green.

Tsudzuku!