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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 10:
Class 2-A: Got NERF?
A Love Magister Hina Negima! fanfic by James "Ray" Edwards
"Are you all right, Sensei?" the raven-haired girl addressed the suit-clad boy without hesitation and without any feeling at all. "You weren't hurt, yes?"
He was curious thing to the eye, so young and another new face with no name to her. Assuming that he was a professor was a completely wild guess, but judging by the way a certain bespectacled blonde-haired woman was standing virtually paralyzed, it was a very good deduction. She had only met Shizuna Minamoto briefly, but with the way, she was nearly sweating bullets over a child spoke a thousand explanations, which was more than enough for Kanako. After all, she was not a genius for nothing.
"Y-Yes, quite alroight," the bespectacled boy stuttered nervously in slightly slurred British English, an unexpected turn of events. He probably did not even realizing he was doing it, but she was completely content to reply to him in perfect toneless American English.
"Pardon my transgression, Professor. You were about to fall victim to a ritual prank, courtesy of my peer, and I believe, you were not the target they were expecting in the slightest."
"You-you-! You speak ENGLISH?"
"Of course, the language of commerce and the Digital age; it's only a given that I would know."
"Uh, well, your English is --- p-perfect. I didn't-"
"Excuse me," Kanako bid the boy as she stepped aside and moved towards the embedded steel ruler. She grasped it with a single hand, wrapping her slender fingers adeptly against its length, and was surprised it was hot to the touch. It was not hot enough to burn her hand, of course, but...
The sorrel-haired boy looked on with consternation, ignoring the sudden hushed silence that enveloped Takahata's soon to be former classroom. "Um, hey, you're not going to-"
She gave a smooth powerful pull, uttering not a noise or sound, that seemed absolutely effortless to her and dislodged the steel ruler with the black eraser still skewered on it. Stepping back in the same graceful fluid motion, they could all see the cracks splintering loudly throughout the isolated section of the wall before the entire face all came crumbling down in a messy heap. The exposed steel mesh frame was all that remained behind from the pile of debris.
Fortunately, the entire wall itself had not come down.
Kanako regarded her steel ruler briefly, noting that its structure was oddly in perfect condition even at the tip where it had impacted dead on into the dusty blackboard eraser and then the wall. Pulling off the blackboard eraser from where it was stuck in the middle of the steel ruler, she also noted that it was intact as well, minus a noticeable slit in its center. Questions were already coming to mind as to how she managed to accomplish such a feat. She was good but not this good, the last time she checked.
"I believe, you'll be needing that shortly, Professor." Wordlessly, she handed the dusty blackboard eraser to the boy, before tucking away her steel ruler into the inner pockets of her school uniform's blazer. "Oh, and Minamoto-sensei, you can stop staring at my back now; you have a job to do too, don't you?"
The buxom blonde-haired woman standing in the doorway promptly spluttered unintelligibly, as if she were a restarting computer. Shizuna Minamoto was still in something of a state of shock. Never before in her entire teaching career had she seen something like that happen in a classroom. The Headmaster must have been off his rocker when he decided to enroll --- wait, who was this girl anyway? She certainly looked familiar but Shizuna could not put a name to her face at all.
"T-Thank you, I guess," the sorrel-haired boy replied tentatively, speaking to Kanako now in impressively fluent Japanese. "My name is-"
"Excuse me, there's one more thing I need to do. I noticed another --- booby trap on the way over, and I don't think you would like to fall prey to this next one," she told him in Japanese as well, before stepping away from his side and towards the teacher's desk.
Ignoring the multitude of prying eyes watching her every moved in an unnerving silence, Kanako directed her gaze towards, her keen hazel eyes searching for the minute gleam she had seen just moments ago. The weakness of especially thin and near-invisible trip wires was that they were manufactured from specialized industrial materials, which had to be lightweight, strong, and applicable for practical purposes. This left a small library of materials that were available towards that purpose, and considering she was dealing with complacent junior high students on a limited budget, it was easy to know what they would be using.
Amusing; this is a curious sight, the raven-haired girl thought to herself as she discovered the gleam at last. With the current angle of the sun in the morning, it was not possible to locate the tripwire by its shadow. It seems my opponents are quite ingenious in their own way. They actually had the gall to use fiber optic cables, treated with an additional chemical agent to make them completely transparent.
Kanako was tempted to set off the tripwire right there, but before she did, she contemplated whether the prankster(s) would have had enough time to set up a multi-wire booby trap system. She had taken, unfortunately, something of a cat nap earlier, so she would not have known how long the perpetrator(s) had been in the room. Twenty minutes would have been plenty of time to set up a booby trap of some sophistication for her. There was no other choice but to try her luck.
Crouching down, she grabbed a hold of the tripwire, breathed deeply, and leapt back, yanking the wire clean out of its place. The raven-haired girl managed to luckily clear the blast area as panels in the ceiling promptly fell open, dousing the area around the teacher's desk with frigid water. Simultaneously, more panels in the back of the room opened up, revealing rows and rows of NERF action blasters and several NERF missile launchers, a considerable number of which were pointed at the students too.
"GIRLS! Take cover!" shouted one of the students, which sounded oddly familiar. Kanako reckoned she really needed to figure out who it was because she had distinct feeling that it really was the same person shouting out every bloody time!
There was a commotion of feminine screams and shrieks as the students hit the deck, using their desks as cover. All the while, the NERF arsenal automatically unloaded an incredible hail of NERF darts and missiles all over the place, riddling the classroom full of soft spongy cylinders. This went on for several minutes until finally the NERF action blasters ran out of ammunition. Amazingly, not a single dart had managed to hit the three people standing near the door to the classroom.
Kanako managed to hold back a sweatdrop, maintaining her signature poker face with Herculean effort. Perhaps she had underestimated what her opponents could do, after all. Her exploding trashcans prank clearly lacked the immediate shock and awe effect this "NERF Barrage" had displayed. She would definitely have to rethink her strategy from now on.
Her two "companions," Shizuna and the boy, on the other hand were not so inclined to self-restraint, both of whom were wearing matching sweatdrops on the sides of their heads. They stared openly in bewildered wonder at the "destruction" left behind in the wake of NERF Barrage. There was no way a human being could humanly dodge that many NERF darts and missiles flying through the air. No spot had been left untouched, except for where they stood.
"Wow, Shizuna-sensei, Japanese girls can be really scary," the bespectacled boy remarked to the older woman with a visible shiver in his voice.
Minamoto Shizuna was mortified beyond imagination, barely holding back the throbbing vein of anger that threatened to mar her beautiful face. "Y-Yes; in fact, I'm quite surprised how Takahata-sensei manages to survive something like this on a daily basis."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, he often talks about the antics of Class Two-A in the break room."
"Wow. Well, at least, they're original," the boy conceded with a helpless laugh.
"Hmm, I think something's coming out of the wreckage, Sensei," Kanako informed them both. She indicated them towards a head of pink hair bobbing above the rim of the first desk in the second row.
"Oi! Fumika-CHAN! Are you alive?" shouted the girl loudly in a tomboyish, yet strangely cute voice.
Three rows over to the left and three seats down from the second row, another head of pink hair bobbed up above her NERF dart riddled desk. Unlike the first one who had her hair out in twin ponytails, the second girl had her hair in twin buns, wrapped in a pair decorative Chinese style hair wraps with matching red ribbons tied in too. She also spoke in a much more feminine and still incomprehensible cute voice. The absolutely adorable effect was not lost at all even though she was shouting across the room.
"Hai! Fuuka-ONEECHAN!"
"That's great to hear!"
"Ummm, Fuuka, don't you think we kind of over did it?"
"Nonsense! Even though that 'Demon Girl' found us out, our plan still went off great! Operation Blaster Punctuality Week was a success! Kids will remember the Tricks Trio for years to come! We'll be heroes, Fumika!"
"Okay, um, what happened to Kasuga-san?"
"Hey, you're right! I almost forgot about, Kasu-kun. OOOOIIIIII! KASU-KUN! ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?"
One row over from Fuuka and three seats down, a quivering hand marked by several NERF darts weakly emerged above the rim of her desk with a groan. It seemed that the last member of the Tricks Trio had finally revealed herself.
"Ughhhhh..."
"Oi, Kasu-kun! You don't sound too good over there!"
"Can you --- please --- stop shouting? I can --- hear you --- just --- fine."
"Okay, Kasu-kun!"
"Ugghhh..."
"Kasuga-san, are you alright?"
"Noooo..."
"Oi, what happened? Speak to me, Kasu-kun!"
"I've been --- hit. A lot."
"Oh dear, Kasuga-san!"
"Man down..."
"Huh?"
"I mean --- woman down, err ---- girl down."
"Hang in there, Kasu-kun! The Tricks Trio never leaves one of our own behind!"
"You're --- still --- shouting?"
"Yup, Kasu-kun!"
"Ughhhh, can you --- stop calling me --- Kasu-kun already? Kasuga-san. Kasuga-chan. Heck --- even Kasu-chan, sounds better. Aghhh... I feel --- like a guy --- when you say --- that."
"What?"
"Fuuka, I think this might be really serious."
"What HAPPEN?"
"Um, somebody set up us the bomb. We get signal."
"What!"
"Main screen turn on."
"It's YOU!"
"How --- are you --- gentlemen! Ughhh... All your base --- are belong --- to us."
"WHAT YOU SAY!"
"You are --- on the way --- to destruction. You have no --- chance to -- survive --- make your time. HA --- HA --- HA --- HA...ughhh."
"Take off every 'ZIG'! You know what you doing. Move 'ZIG,'" Fuuka shouted excitedly as she suddenly leapt up to her feet, reveling in the glory of the moment. "FOR GREAT JUSTICE! OOSH-Huh?"
The gig was up, she realized with a black and blue sinking feeling. Towering above her was a very irate Shizuna-sensei, complete with black thunderheads flashing overhead that cast an aura of impending doom upon anyone with her area of influence. The pink-haired girl managed a sweatdrop.
Oh, of all the dumb luck at a time like this! "Oh, good morning, Sh-Shizuna-sensei."
"Hello there, Narutaki Fuuka, glad of you to reveal yourself at last to us," Shizuna replied in clipped tones. "You two can come out too, Narutaki Fumika and Misora Kasuga, not unless you want to spend extra time with me in detention."
"D-DeTENTION?" Fumika cried as she appeared as well, wearing an anguished look on her face. It was easy to tell by their shared looks that she and her sister were twins.
Kasuga dragged herself up to her feet with a resigned groaned, and she was noticeably covered in NERF darts. Even though her short spiky brown hair was in a rather boyish hairstyle, her unassuming feminine demeanor was anything but tomboyish. "Ughhh... I wonder --- if we should change our name to --- The Three Stooges, instead?"
"Hey, Kasu-kun! Have some pride; we of the Tricks Trio stick together through boom and bust!"
"I wish --- we'd bust a little bit less often. Darn that Takahata-sensei, what a nut."
"Don't feel bad, Kasuga-san, I'm sure we'll get him one of these days."
Kanako looked on emotionlessly without a word, the flares of guilt and envy traveling down the empty chasm in her heart. How carefree these people could be, and it was exactly these threads that bound them together that she would burn. Often she wished she had not been born with such gifts, but without them, she would not be who she was today. She would burn them all and Konoemon Konoe will suffer the consequences for stealing her away.
"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?"
It was all Kanako could do not to smile, as she felt her resolve steel itself once more.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes:
Cheers around for comic relief! Yeah, things were getting way too hot and heavy up in here, so I figured we could all use a break. Then again, if you've read the Negima! manga, you know where this comes from roughly. Oh, and hey, I'm back again, aren't I?
To guys and gals who've read and/or reviewed thus far, I give you all a big thank you for taking the time aside to read through this story. One of the many big highlights of "Blue Blue Glass Moon, Under the Crimson Air" is coming up real soon, and I know you all have been on edge, just waiting for it to happen finally. I get the feeling you're going to love it or you're going to hate it completely, but hey, I'm shooting for the Moon here, so I won't feel too bad if I end up in the stars instead.
I think I did a decent job with the Narutaki twins and Kasuga Misora granted the limited amount of material to work with, i.e. the Twins at least have one issue dedicated to them but all Kasuga ever gets is cameo appearances in the odd frame. I'd really appreciate it if you guys and gals can give me some thoughts on where I am at with them, so please feel free to use that Review button! XD Again, J-Easy wants to hear from you folks so don't hesitate to drop him an e-mail, review, whatever; it's all in the grand pursuit making this the best Negima/Love Hina super crossover fic possible! It's gonna be EPIC!
Now, I want to give a shout to the great folks who reviewed last episode/chapter. To the Man with the Golden Pen, Agent Havenoname, I know I shouldn't say this but if there is a God (which I am sure there is and it has to be a She. No way I'm worshipping some Dude God) --- Keitaro/Tsuruko action will happen among many other things. Trust me, I ain't afraid to blow the fence apart on any side as long as I can see that it can work realistically, which just means a ton of character development. There's few things I hate more than rushed character relationships.
To His Epitome of Cool with the Red9, Mister RedPBass, glad you like it and if you found Kanako aggravating earlier, then I did my job well. She's supposed to be contradictory like that, you see. Oh, and dude, take it easy and enjoy the story. There's no need to rush through the episodes (unless you're really busy), you know?
To the Count of Monte Cristo (no pun intended), Master namaru, I'll give you a little tid bit right now that there's more than meets the eyes happening in Mahora City right now. Keep that super cool imagination of yours rolling, man. And yeah, Setsuna's definitely protective of Konoka for --- various reasons. Neheheheheh!
Well, you all can look forward to seeing me again in another few days as usual, so be right there!
But before I go Supaaaaaaaaaaa FREAKY DEAKY AUTHOR NINJA VANISH-JUTSU! out of here...
Omake!
Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu
Episode Preview!
Chapter 11:
Class 2-A: The Fight
"It's undoubtedly a practical style, an ancient art designed to kill with one strike, to an end a fight quickly and thoroughly. ...You weren't planning on trying to kill me --- were you?"
Tsudzuku!