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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 18:
Some Explanations Would Be Nice
A Love Magister Hina Negima! fanfic by James "Ray" Edwards
She hit the tiled floors running, crossing the ground with the grace and speed that would have made members of the Boys' Varsity Track Team jealous.
"Doke! Get out of my way! Move it!"
The loud pounding of her brisk footsteps should have been fair warning to anybody, if her considerable tailwind was not enough.
"Move, move! Move it or lose it!"
"Agh! What the-"
"I told you to move, didn't I?"
She leapt between a pair of students, sending their papers scattering throughout the hallway.
"Sorry about that!
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
To heck with these people, she was already giving them the heads up. It was not her fault they were --- just too slow to react; she had a place to go to, and something to do now! This was not the time to sitting around studying, training, or something else.
Asuna.
Asuna-chan's waiting for me!
She rounded the corner, ignoring the rustling slip of one of her braided ponytails unraveling, as she dashed through the bend, narrowly dodging around another student.
"Ah!"
"Gomen, gomen, but I'm really in a hurry!"
There! The infirmary was just a little ways further, and to imagine she had to run nearly half way across the school to get here. Oh well, at least it had been a half-decent workout.
I'm coming, Asuna.
Onee-chan's coming!
"TA-KA-HA-TAAAA!" shouted Shizuna Minamoto in a rage, complete with lightning bolts flashing from her flaming eyes and horns coming out of her head. She shook and she huffed, and then she shook the poor victim of her anger some more, whirling Takamichi T. Takahata over her head like he was a lasso.
"Shi-Shi-DEATHzuna!"
The poor, poor man; he really should not have said that.
"WHAT did you just say?"
The buxom blonde-haired woman stopped twirling and dropped him promptly on the floor where she began to stomp on him, causing a white puffball of hands, limbs, and occasionally Takahata-sensei's face to pop out. At this rate, His Majesty Takahata's Women might not have an object for their idolatry much longer.
"Ugh! OW! Minamoto-chan, did I --- ow! --- ever --- ack! --- tell you how cute you look --- ow! --- when you're angry?"
"Screw you, Takahata!"
One swift kick to the face later --- "Ooff!" --- the suave English professor found himself planted heels over head in a very undignified position against the wall by the window sill, his eyes completely swirly from vertigo. He supposed his hunch had been right all along. Things really did start going crazy as soon as Kanako Urashima had been unleashed upon the school.
Ayaka Yukihiro and Konoka Konoe could only sweatdrop at the fantastic display of "Man-Harem-Bashing," while they took cover behind Doctor Hijiri Kirishima, a stern attractive woman with dark blue hair and wise jade-green eyes. She was, in fact, doing her residency just a little ways off at Mahora Academy's University Section and had opted in as a school nurse on call. Today was one of those days and quite frankly she had never been in a more frustrating position in her entire professional career thus far, and to think she was only in her "youthful" twenties.
"Etou, Ayaka-iincho, is this what they call a 'Lover's Quarrel'?" Konoka asked innocently in a hushed voice. She definitely did not want to attract attention from a certain rampaging teacher. She had seen her fair share's worth of boys and men alike being launched into the upper stratosphere by enraged members of her sex (and on occasion had launched one herself; however she liked to think that her dear grandfather did not count in this respect). However, this was more than a little bit --- disturbing.
Ayaka coughed discreetly, giving a sympathetic wince when she saw Shizuna haul her former teacher up by the lapels of his jacket and start shaking him around like a rag doll. "Why, Konoka-san, this is but..."
"She hit the nail right on the head, Yukihiro-kun," Hijiri deadpanned with a disdainful look at the two adults kicking up a fuss in her office. Well, okay, it was not really her office yet, and she was just a part-timer officially among the faculty members who taught here in the K-12 section. Still --- she had her sense of pride! "Those two are freaking made for each other. It's hard to imagine they haven't gone steady yet."
"Kirishima-san! Isn't it improper to be gossiping about the affairs of your colleagues, especially right in front of them?"
"Che, I'm still a grad student you know, and as if they can --- HEY!" With a single flick of her wrist, a surgeon's scalpel seemed to appear magically in Hijiri's outstretched hand, which she directed with vehemence towards Shizuna. The very notion of it was impossible considering she was wearing short sleeves and had her white lab coat slung on the chair she was currently sitting, but hey --- it happened. "Put it down, Shizuna-sensei! That's right! That's my favorite test tube set. Put it down. GOOD! GOOD GIRL! Now go back to beating the snot out of Takamichi-baka. That's riiiighhhtttt. Good!"
Having witnessed this, it was Konoka sweated some more. She had heard from her grandfather, the Headmaster, that Hijiri Kirishima was such a sweet, wonderful person! He absolutely could not wait for her to finish her residency so that he could add her to the payroll as a full-time professor in the Medical Department of the University Section, plus a school nurse. She had to wonder now if the woman had not threatened Konoemon at scalpel point after he made the mistake of asking if she was looking for a husband and that he could arrange for one of his grandsons to meet her.
Ojii-chan, you really should think about getting a new hobby instead of match making. "Sugoi, Hijiri-san, that was really scary."
"'Scary'?"
"Yes, I'd have to agree with Konoka-san's utterly unbiased observation," Ayaka chimed in, her complexion just a touch pale.
"Oh geez, kids, that was nothing. You should see Fausto-sensei in his Biology Four-Eleven class. Now that guy is one crazy German, but then again, he's the one who taught me that trick with the scalpel too."
"A German?"
"Faust! Do you mean THE Karl Yung Faust, MD?"
"Yup, only guy I know who wears a paper bag over his head, looks out from one monocle, prances about with a suitcase and an umbrella like Mary Poppins, and can mysteriously appear out of random doors at will. That's Faust-sensei for you, and if they guy actually bothered to stand... Well, let me put it to you this way, he's actually two-hundred eighty-two centimeters tall, and if you do the math in American, that's nine-foot something. So in effect, he's REAL tall."
"Incredible, I had no idea such a world famous surgeon actually taught at the University Section, Kirishima-san."
"Uh-huh, you'd be surprised by the mob of freaks and geniuses the Headmaster has managed to submerge himself in."
Konoka sweated some more, again. Sometimes she honestly could not believe she was related to that old man, considering the sort of reception he received on a daily basis. "Nihaha..."
Fortunately, the dark-haired girl did not have to listen to anymore incriminating or depreciating indictments of her eccentric grandfather's character. The "quarreling couple" was quite done "quarreling," to be more precise Shizuna had run out of gas. This was a good thing because Takamichi had been beaten so black and blue, he was more than ready to share a few pearls of wisdom.
"Dammit --- Ta-ka-hata! Look at what you made me do," the bespectacled woman grumbled between haggard breaths, with one hand still clutched tightly around the poor man's collar. "Now I'm dead tired because of you!"
Takamichi groaned with anguish, tears falling from his eyes like waterfalls as he thanked his gods up above for showing him mercy at last. "I promise, Death-chan --- I'll talk --- some."
"Why you little...ugh..." She bonked him weakly on the head with her free hand.
"Hora, Takamichi-baka, I think you should at least give us a name," Hijiri joined in with serious urgency in her voice. Judging by her form of address, she must have been actually quite close with the English professor to be able to speak to him in such a manner without drawing offense. Then again, it could have just been her frank honesty. "At the rate you're going, I'll have to check you into the I-C-U at Mahora General Hospital by the time we're done."
"Well, Hiji-kun..."
Yup, they were actually close acquaintances, and the pet name even managed to draw its fair share of inquiring looks from the room's gathered occupants.
"Takamichi-baka, this isn't a joke. I have a traumatized patient in the next room who refuses to speak, refuses to see anyone, and not even her closest friends or acquaintances can get through to her. I don't know about you, but back where I came from this makes a pretty good case for expulsion and maybe even a lawsuit --- for whoever is responsible."
The bespectacled man shook his head in consternation. He had hid his anger well, but the truth was he was mad as hell at the perpetrator of this heinous act. However, some sacrifices had to be made and it was fitting he was suffering such a harsh penance right now. "She's off limits, Hiji-kun. Orders straight from upstairs."
"'She'?" Hijiri raised a curious brow.
"What do you mean, Takahata-sensei?" Konoka cut in. The concern in her voice was self evident all over her face.
Such a nice girl. Konoemon-ojiisan's lucky to have a granddaughter like her --- and he's cursed for it too, thought Takahata. "No expulsion, no disciplinary action --- nothing. We can't touch her."
"That's ridiculous, Takahata! What do you mean we can't touch --- 'her'?" demanded Shizuna as she hauled him closer to her face, staring at him with hard skeptical eyes. She had already made plans to ask him exactly what his relationship with Hijiri Kirishima --- later.
"Hmmm, didn't you read the memo, Minamoto-san?"
"What memo?"
The bespectacled man blinked. "You mean --- you didn't know?"
Ayaka gave a disapproving huff; the tingling suspicious smell of conspiracy was just too much for her to bear. Something was up and she wanted to know. Anything that would help her get her revenge on the mysterious Urashima girl would be more than enough. "Takahata-sensei, Minamoto-sensei! Is there something you're not telling us?"
"Tsk, hora, I'm not really at liberty to say much."
"Ta-ka-hata!"
"Alright, Minamoto-sensei, alright. But all four of you, that includes you too Kirishima-kun, have to promise that what little I say doesn't leave this room, okay?"
The chorus of "Yes" was nearly instantaneous.
"Okay, but one more thing..." He smiled.
"What now, Takahata?"
"Can I at least stand on my own two feet, Minamoto-sensei? Of course, it's fine if you really want me to be this close to you, Shi-zu-na-chan!"
Slap!
"Ooooooo, thanks... I needed that," Takamichi hissed happily, ignoring the new red handprint on his cheek that had been added to a collection of other bruises that ailed his person.
Shizuna glowered darkly at him, standing a pace away, while her younger counterparts of the "fairer sex" sweatdropped at her explosive reaction. The aura of doom and gloom surrounding her appeared to be amplified further by her damaged glasses, curiously enough. "Get on with it, Takahata-sensei."
"Well, for starters, I'll give you this much, a name that none of you should ever forget, and God help you if you should ever make such a --- what's the word again in the layman's vernacular?"
"For God's sake, Takahata, we all know you have a P-h-D in English and Japanese literature. Fuuuuu..."
"Alright, don't pout like that now. You know I'm a feminist at heart."
"Oh, really now?"
"Honest! Anyways, back to the subject...and God help you if should ever..."
Hijiri bent back and whispered quietly to the two young students who gawked openly at the exchange before them, "Don't worry about those two. When Shizuna-sensei's mad, she and Takamichi-san are always like this. And yes, Takahata-sensei has a huge flair for drama, in fact."
"...make such a huge screw up! Her name is --- Urashima Kanako."
At that moment in time, it would have very convenient to have little "cut-away" shots of everyone's unique reaction, like manga panels:
Konoka blinked quizzically, a pink background appearing behind her as question marks cropped above her head. The name honestly did not ring a bell with her. Sure, now she knew the name of the person that had done this wrong to her best friend, but how was that supposed to help anything?
Ayaka paled visibly and shivered. Dark gloomy imagery enveloped her in black thunderheads complete with rain that purposefully fell only on her doomed head. Unlike her classmate, she knew exactly what that name meant, and it appeared she had been more than a little wrong back then when she had gauged the prowess of her foe. The fact of the matter was, she was about to face the greatest battle of her political and school career! The odds were looking grim and not in her favor in the slightest. It was not going to be easy to avenge Asuna at all.
Hijiri "hmmm'd" and resigned herself in thoughtful repose. Being the responsible, mature type of person she was that took no nonsense, she stoically accepted the hellish future that stood before her. It was going to be an interesting couple of years until her residency was done, and the dark blue-haired woman imagined she would be getting plenty of patients.
Shizuna just stared.
"Takahata?"
"Yes, Minamoto-san?"
"You're a thick-headed idiot."
"Hehe, sorry about that but the Headmaster would sack me if I said anymore. If you want the full story, go talk to himself yourself," Takamichi laughed jovially. "Oh, and Konoka? Don't bother bugging your ojii-san about this. His lips are sealed, trust me on this. You could say this is the start of a new hobby for him."
Konoka blinked again, uncomprehending of what her former teacher meant. "'A new hobby'?"
"Or you could call it a science experiment."
"Takahata-sensei, I don't think any of this is funny!" the dark-haired girl raised her voice with a catch of indignation in her voice that did not go unnoticed. Truly, it was rare for Konoka to get mad about any thing, which meant that she had been pushed a little bit too far this time. Konoemon was going to pay big time for this later from his granddaughter no less.
"Neither do I, but whether we like it or not, it doesn't change the fact that the Headmaster has rigged the game already."
"What?"
"She probably already told you in one way or another, and it's all true, Urashima-kun's going to destroy this school."
Shizuna gaped at the stiffling calmness her colleague used in his voice as he declared the malicious intentions of a student to be true. "Takahata... You must be joking!"
"Nope, and she plans on destroying all of us in the process if she can help it too. When she's done with us, prison will seem like a walk in the park, and we of the school faculty are not to lift a single finger to stop her while she tears this school and its students apart. Headmaster's orders."
"That's absurd, Takahata-sensei! How can the Headmaster expect us to sit by and do nothing? This sort of behavior is inexcusable in a school!"
"Sorry, Minamoto-sensei, our hands are tied on this one. The Headmaster's leaving it to the students to deal with this test, but!"
"But what?"
"There is some good news."
Shizuna raised a skeptical brow, her arms akimbo-style. "And that is?"
Bang!
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes:
Wow, this has to be quite the feat. We've actually made it in 17 chapter and 50,000 something words into the saga already, and you bet there's plenty more coming down the pipeline. Oh, and if anybody picks up on the major Key/Visual Art'shomage here, which happens to have come from a Key/Visual Art'sgame that was just recently turned into an anime and movie this summer --- well, we'll have to see about that won't we?
Well, we're hitting one of my more favorite angles in Glass, which I promise there will be more follow ups to come, including --- ahem --- a MUCH anticipated "cat fight." Congratulations for making it to another episode of Glass Moon, folks. Remember, I encourage each and everyone of you to always feel free to comment, review, and/or discuss the story. Your comments can really make a difference, I assure you, and if you're up to it, feel free to ring me up on AIM, or even send me an e-mail (although you really don't need to boost my ego too often). You know how to get in touch with the scribe here. And with that said, it's time to say hello to the League of Extraordinary Reviewers from our last line up:
To the Man with Five-Fives, Mister Skuld's Sentaro 5, glad things turned out better this time, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
To He Who Spake Much, Mister Havenoname, what can I say? The angst had to happen for the sake of the plot, and just think, if we don't get any angst, how are we supposed to get motivation for super cool fight scenes later, you know? Anyhow, I hope this chapter gives you and the other fellows a much deserved break from the billion or so other things I've been slugging at you all for 17 chapters now. I'll leave you, Kip, and everyone else to speculate on Kaien (bonus #2 if somebody can figure out the homage here too).
To He Who Doth Spoke, Mister Kippenberger, well, it was more of a discussion, but I gotta say your remarks were quite enlightening. I never knew about that little detail with Tsuruko until you and Havenoname brought up the subject. Thanks a lot, man!
To the Ying and Yang, Mister Alpha Draconis1, why this is but the start of the troubles to come, man. Thanks for the kind words, once more, although I'm not sure if I am worthy of such high praise as being compared to the homies at TYPE-MOON. Oh, man, I wish we could be in Kyoto already, but there's still more things to be done and more schemes to setup before we can let some screams, curses fists, swords, artillery, ki, and magic fly!
To the Fellow Who Hauleth the Necronomicon, Necromonger, man, easy on the ego trip booster. I'm honored that you're taking out your precious extra time to catch up with the story. As for Negi reminding you of Keitaro, well, you can blame Akamatsu for that; those two are almost mirror images of each other, except each carries his own unique set of insecurities. Otherwise, their demeanor and disposition are pretty much the same.
To He Who Shaketh the Yggdrassil (Don't Shake the Yggdrassil), Tempest Dynasty, always happy to meet another knowledgeable TYPE-MOON fan. Yeah, I did a LOT of homework for this project before I started on it and found out that Eva's supposed to be a Shinso (maybe Akamatsu's a fan of TYPE-MOON's stuff?) of all things. Of course, Akamatsu's definition of a Shinso is more of the garden variety of "vampires" in that respect, while I'm leaning more on TYPE-MOON's interpretation. You can bet I'm going to be delving deep into the mythos of these various series and most definitely Tsukihime and Fate/Stay Night to liven things up. Oh, if only I can start slugging around a few Dead Apostles now, but then again, haven't I already? Wink-Wink. Feel free to message me and stuff too, man.
Well, that wraps it up, folks, so until the next time we meet (probably next week); BANZAI! KAMPAI! Or whatever the heck you like to say for a Battle Cry (TM)!
Omake!
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Chapter 19:
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Tsudzuku!