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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 12:

Class 2-A: Devestation

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

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Asuna screamed pathetically for all to hear, shielding her face with her arms.

The "entertainment" only got better as the auburn-haired girl lost all control of her other bodily functions. Yellow urine soiled the floor gloriously, pooling about underneath her skirt. The holocaust was complete when Asuna Kagurazaka fled out the open doorway, scrambling on all fours to her feet, wailing hysterically at the top of her lungs. For several minutes nobody moved, the haunting bell-like chime of the terror stricken girl's voice just beginning to recede into the distance.

Shizuna-sensei was the first to recover and she immediately ran off in hot pursuit calling after Asuna. She hardly even spared a glance back at the devastation that had been left behind. Right behind her was Ayaka, the class representative, and Konoka, both of whom took off with complete disregard for any rules or regulations. The only thing that was on their mind then was to catch up with Asuna as quickly as possible before she did something irreversibly foolish. She just was not in her right mind anymore, and nobody had clue what she would do if it were someone else who found the auburn-haired girl first.

Negi Springfield stared.

That didn't happen. It couldn't have happened! the bespectacled boy told himself, closing his eyes shut in denial. How could I-! How could I have let something like that happen! I'm --- I'm supposed to be a teacher now! I-I should have stopped it. It didn't have to end like this. She was getting a little hot-headed and she did lay me out flat this morning, I guess, but that Asuna girl didn't deserve to be treated like that. That was... That was-!

Negi stood up, balling his hands into fists, as he steeled himself resolutely for a showdown. "That was cruel!"

"'Cruel'?" the nameless girl murmured in an aloof manner, not even bothering to turn around to see his face. However, he was not deterred by this rude slight, though he was incensed by it. "What is this cruelty you speak of, Springfield-sensei?"

"You know what am I talking about!"

"You really shouldn't shout up to me, such ingratitude is rather unbecoming of a --- man of your station."

"W-What?"

"Would you prefer if she had beaten you into a pulp instead, Springfield-sensei? You saw what that brute could do. She was already working herself up to it; in fact, you're lucky I decided to set off that walking time bomb before she took out her irrational aggression on you."

"Ugh! That doesn't make it right! It didn't have to end like this!"

"Oh, is that so? Then why didn't you speak up when you had the chance, Sen-sei?"

The sorrel-haired boy seethed visibly with a flinch. She's right. Why didn't I stop this before it got out of control?

"I see your silence speaks for itself," the raven-haired mastermind noted with a dismissive twinge in her voice, before she turned the full brunt of her cold ire on the remaining students. She was on them faster than the flash of lightning, roaring with the fury of hurricane. "And don't think the rest of you brats are any better! The whole lot of you: Cowards."

The outpouring cry of outrage from the students was near instantaneous, but the nameless girl silenced with her deathly glare before they could even start.

"That's right; you saw, all of you saw what I can do. I know, like the distinctive lines and crevices on my palms, exactly what you little maggots are thinking, so don't even think about talking back to me! What happened, huh? What happened to all that supposed camaraderie? Aren't you supposed to be classmates? Aren't you supposed to stick up for one another? Well, where was it? Where were YOU when I was tearing apart Kagurazaka Asuna?"

For the first time, since she left her desk, the insidious girl allowed a breath of emotion to see through her mask, a familiar smirk etched into her beautiful face. "Nothing. That's right. You watched as I tore apart your classmate, your supposed champion. Weak. Powerless. Selfish. Not a single one of you had the guts to stand up for her sake when she needed you most. You're all worse than gutter trash, making false promises that you had no intention of keeping."

"H-Hey, that's not --- that's not fair, you know," spoke up a red-haired girl with freckles. She was in the sixth row from the door, standing up from her seat in the second desk. This earned a rush of whispers amongst the girls as those in the immediate warpath promptly cleared the way, giving the mastermind a clear line of sight at her new target.

"Hora, what's this? Someone with an ounce of courage opposes me? Fufufufu. This is great, stupendous! Come, what's your name girl?"

"Ah! It's --- Student Number Twenty-Eight, Murakami Natsumi. I'm in --- I'm in the drama club."

"Thank you very much for the introduction, Mu-ra-kami-san. I might just move you back on my hit list since you were so willing to volunteer information to me without asking."

"Oi-oi, this is dangerous, Natsumi-san, de gozaru," interjected a female student with short grayish-green hair, who sat at the same desk as Natsumi. Her manner and bearing oddly resembled that of a fox. She wore the kitsune's benevolently conniving expression on her face as if it were the most natural thing in the world to keep her eyes closed and her lips quirked in a near constant smile.

"Please, allow the girl to speak for herself. You are in no position to vouch for her --- or anyone else for that matter. Think! before you speak. One would think a kitsune like yourself would know that by heart already."

The foxy-eyed girl frowned expansively, but she knew that she was defeated in her well-meaning purpose and sat down quietly without further incident. She would bide her time for now, like a good kit. Besides, her "sister" would know what to do about this --- problem.

"Now then --- what do you have to say for yourself, Murakami-san?"

"Well, I-I, um --- it's not like we don't feel bad... Kagurazaka-san was our classmate, but we-"

"You DON'T FEEL BAD? Kagurazaka WAS YOUR classmate? Are those reasons supposed to make you feel higher than the rest of us? Shameless. Absolutely shameless."

"No, no! I didn't mean it like that!"

"My, oh my, the lot of you maggots are quite the self-conceited bunch, aren't you? I guess, it truly does run in the blood, but you know what --- that's okay too. Don't worry because I'll be personally seeing to it that all of you get what's coming to you, just --- like --- Kagurazaka Asuna. That much, I can promise you, guarantee that it'll will happen."

There was nothing else to be said, as Natsumi quietly resigned herself back into her seat. Twice already the raven-haired girl had delivered her ultimatum. They might have been able to laugh it off after the first one, but now it seemed this girl really was serious. This was not going to end well at all, if Asuna was any indicator of things to come.

What did that girl do to Kagurazaka-san, anyway? she contemplated moodily to herself. Was that some kind of ninjutsu or something? I didn't even know Kagurazaka-san could throw a punch like that in the first place. Geez, what a terrible day this is turning out to be, and here I was gripping earlier this morning that it was just going to be another boring day.

"Saa te, that reminds me," announced the nameless girl as she slipped back into her emotionless self. Her call drew everybody's attention once again, not that she truly had try anymore to be the center of attention. "I haven't introduced myself properly to you brats yet, have I? None of you even know my name and the only person who could have known just left. Minamoto-sensei, can be so horribly irresponsible."

Now, this belated revelation certainly struck a chord because nobody actually knew, a fact that intrigued Kazumi Asakura very much so. She really could not stand the idea that there was somebody --- well, two people counting the shortie "teacher" over there --- in the classroom that she did not know a clue about them. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's hear it already!"

"Ho, and who might you be? You seem to be full energy and --- hmmm, a camera and a mini-notepad. Let me guess, you're in the journalism club, the photography club, the school paper, or something to that effect, right?"

"Pin-pon! That's right! Student Number Three, Asakura Kazumi, also known as the Mahora Paparazzi, representing Mahora News. I never let a hot scoop escape past me! Of course, some people who don't particularly appreciate my talents have dubbed me as Class Two-A's Human Database."

"The Human Database?"

The brown-haired girl sighed. "It's really not easy being a journalist these days. People are so afraid of the Media! We're not biased; we're just trying to tell the truth."

"Hmm, so you say."

"And I'd like to make one thing perfectly clear right now: Kagurazaka Asuna? Yeah, that girl probably had it coming to her."

The rushing roar of outraged whispers and incredulous cries that erupted from her fellow classmates was completely expected, and Kazumi was not the slightest bit fazed by it. "Think about it people! You all know Kagurazaka pretty well, by reputation or otherwise, and that girl had a huge problem with throwing her weight around. No doubt it. Sooner or later, she was bound to get into trouble. And guess what? IT happened right here in our classroom, so get over it already. There're plenty of more worse places she could have been when it finally happened. If anything, we should be thanking this gal over here for taking her down a peg."

"Thanking me?" the nameless girl said aloud with a twinge of skepticism in her voice.

"Hey, don't start getting high and mighty on me or patting yourself on the back just yet because I'm not finished. I don't have a clue what kind of weird marital arts, ninpou, or E-S-P you used to subdue on Kagurazaka, but man, did you really have to make her piss all over the floor too? I swear, it's starting to wreak, even with the windows wide open. Oh wait, my bad, we don't technically have windows anymore since you helped Kagurazaka blow the glass panes out."

"Hmm, I think you're right."

"Damn straight, I am! I'm down wind of it, but that's not the best part at all, girls."

"It gets better?"

"Yup, and let me tell you one more thing about myself. I. Dislike. GREAT EVIL. with a passion, Dai Ankoku Shoujo!"

"Great Dark Girl" blinked at the new nickname she had been crowned with in addition to her other titles so far. Asakura truly reminded her of a character out of a Tohru Fujisawa manga. "Is that so?"

"Springuufierudo-sensei --- by the way," Kazumi paused in mid-sentence. She turned her attention to the sorrel-haired little boy who had been ignored since Natsumi took the spotlight. "Can I just call you Negi-sensei or Negi-kun, instead? Your last name's kind of hard to pronounce, unless you want to keep hearing me butcher it."

Negi, who had been brooding away at how powerless he had been to stop the incident, snapped out of his brooding with a yelp. This in turn drew all eyes on him (except for the "Evil-Evil-Nyah!" girl), which caused him to blush, as he was not used to be the center of attention. "Uh...uh, what?"

"Can I please call you Negi-sensei or Negi-kun, instead?"

"Uh, sure, I don't think-"

"Thanks! You're actually a real sweetie pie, you know that? I might just have to make you my first priority for this week's cover story."

"Wh-Wha?"

"Any-ways! Back to Miss Doom, Gloom, and Unholy Evil, whom I will expose her evil to the entire world with my trusty camera..."

"I have a name too, Reporter Girl," interjected the raven-haired girl. Her trusty camera, huh? I think I might have just found a lead I'll be needing...

Kazumi raised an eyebrow at that particular last remark. "'Reporter Girl'? Hmmm, hey, that actually doesn't sound too bad compared to the other things I've been called." Yeah, like that time where I stalking this one crazy kid who kept calling me "Police Girl," in that really creepy voice of his; glad he finally moved away. Thing is, he was good for the ratings, but then again, he was a nut.

"Student Number Thirty-Two, Urashima Kanako; I imagine, it will be a great pleasure to get to know you all very shortly."

Silence.

The infamous Mahora Paparazzi stared wide-eyed, her jaw going completely slack. Everybody stared at this raven-haired girl in a completely new light. The only person who did not have a spectacular reaction was Negi Springfield because he did not have a clue what was going on in his classroom.

"You're --- kidding --- me, right? U-ra-shi-ma --- Kanako, as in --- THE --- Urashima Kanako! Urashima Kanako: The Nightmare of Tokyo Kitsusho Academy. Kanzaki 'Demon Eyes' Urumi's partner-in-crime. THAT URASHIMA KANAKO!"

Kanako smiled cutely and waved.

"Ohayou gozaima-su! Min-na-san!"

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes:

The show goes on! Asuna has fled. Things are heating up and what repurcussions wait in store for our dear Class 2-A? Well, we'll have to wait and see until the next episode. Kudos to the guy or gal who can figure out the origin of Kanako's old school, which shouldn't be hard with the two big clues I left behind. Good luck!

Before I go, I'd like to thank the readers who have read and/or reviewed, and have made it thus far into the story. Your patronage is an honor in itself. Without your support, Glass Moon could not have made it past the 2000+ hit mark; thank you very much. I think I did a good job with Natsumi, Kazumi, and Kaede this chapter. Of course, I'd appreciate a second opinion on my work for this chapter and the characters especially, so feel free to drop me a line. You all know the drill. XD

Also, I'd like to give a shout out to the wrecking crew from episode 11:

To Da Man with the Bling-Bling, Mastah Shaun Garin, thanks for the kind words, man. But please, don't blow my ego up so much. I'll keep trying to do my best to live up to expectations.

To the Double-O Agent with Golden D-Eagles, Mister Havenoname, I'm glad you're liking how things are going, but don't be too smug now. It's one thing to defeat the student, but it's another thing altogether to fight the master. Look forward to it! XD

See you folks soon! I'll be moving out to college around this saturday and you won't be hearing from me for about a week (thanks to my orientation), so I'll try my best to launch one more episode of Glass Moon to tide you all over in the meantime. Peace out!

Omake!

Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu

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Chapter 13:

Picking up the Pieces

"That girl is mad, definitely mad."

Tsudzuku!