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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 30:

A Good Samaritan?

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

"Kitsune," Kanako whispered, enthralled by the breath-taking sight.

She had never seen a real fox spirit before, and certainly, never one this mangificent. Her mind was screaming warning after warning that she had to tear her eyes away immediately from the gorgeous beauty of the kitsune to break its spell over her. The longer she stared at it, the more power it gained over her. This was exactly part of the reason why fox spirits were so dangerous to bargain with in the first place!

I...

I...have to...

Suddenly, the kitsune turned about...

Ah!

...and the spell was broken.

Kanako blinked hard. Okay, the fox...wait, what fox spirit? Kitsune? Huh? Kitsu-what? She grumbled in bewilderment and pushed off her good arm to rise to her knees, tracking several stray blades of grass with her. Her dislocated arm was seriously beginning to bother her, the numbing sensation unbareably irritating. The raven-haired girl did not know what had just happened, though it felt like divine ---- what?

Ugh, my head! I can't think straight, she thought to herself in frustration, reaching up with a soothing hand to message her throbbing temple. First that --- thing, I...and --- Negi!

Hastily, Kanako pivoted about face, earning herself a curt wince from her dislocated arm. She ignored the numbing pain, and the persistent humming ambience in the air, her determined eyes searching for --- huh?

"Yo. Be right with you, 'hun. I reckon I'm almost done with your dear little mage boy," said the rather casually dressed girl, sitting on her knees by the unconscious sorrel-haired boy, tending to his injuries.

Of course, what she was doing was anything but average. A humming barrier of golden energy was emanating forth from the palms of her outstreched hands, eveloping Negi in a cradle of light, held in place by five glowing ofuda, inscribed with arcane inscription that shared the same light. Magic; she was using Eastern Magic to be precise, but still it was magic. Right before Kanako's own awed eyes, she was healing the boy as if it was the common occurence in the world, her expression like a fox's, with a content smile.

The raven-haired girl took the stranger's appearance in immediately, committing it to memory. She was around Keitaro's age, eighteen or maybe nineteen years old, with short platinum-blonde hair in a kind of boyish cut that still somehow managed to be feminine. The clothes she wore, a sleeveless orange blouse, khaki colored capris pants, and leather sandals, were nothing special, but they hugged her volutupous curves perfectly. Undoubtedly, she was beautiful, a fox in every right with a carefree air, and Kanako could feel an ugly pang of jealousy rise up in her throat.

As if all of that could possibly be natural! There's no way she could be Japanese when she looks like a complete foreigner. I hope she's not using her magic just to make herself more --- attractive too, she scoffed to herself with a barely restrained scowl. Of course, the genius knew perfectly she was being irrational, especially considering that it was this person obviously who had saved her and that idiotic boy from a rather nasty mess.

"Hmm, what's with the long face, exterminator girl? See something you like?"

Kanako choked with a stilted cough, her face red with embarassment. "What the-?" Exterminator girl? Wait! MAGE BOY!

"Fuufuufuu, my ain't you a cute one, just like this little puppy here. You really put him through the ringer, you know that? I don't think I've ever heard of a Ministra Magi hurting her own Magister Magi in the process of protecting him."

Ministra Magi? What's that? The texts never said anything on the subject. In fact, I really don't know that much about the intricacies of Mage society at all. "Che, mind your own business, Magi! I don't think you're in any position to talk, considering you were watching this little show play out at your own convenience."

The older girl chuckled, never releasing her foxy expression in the slightest. She was just like that girl from her class Kaede Nagase, Student Number Twenty! "Hmm, I reckon, I've made a serious misunderstanding here."

"What did you say?" Kanako scowled openly now. It seems this stranger had been observing the battle much longer than she thought, and may just have a connection with the Hollows.

"Well, for starters, I thought you two were together. Kinda young, but those ecchi-ecchi old men in the West, always do like to start 'em off young; makes a better --- partner in the long run, you know."

The raven-haired girl stared flatly. "So --- a Ministra Magi is a..."

"Bodyguard and potential love interest for life. Of course, your boy here is still kind of young, but by the time he's all growed up, he'll be a regular casanova. Teeheehee, and he ain't that bad looking either. I reckon I'd like to keep him, if you don't mind."

"Why you...!" The nerve! Ooohhhh, I'm really disliking this mage now!

Promptly, the healing light emanating from the stranger's hands died, the ofuda disappating into particles of light, and just like that, Negi exhaled audibly, returning to life from his brief brush with death. It was a much needed distraction for Kanako's sake. His face was worn with perspiration and grime from the battle, but he was in much better shape than he was some minutes ago when he fell prey to the effects of her bloodline limit.

My curse, the raven-haired girl thought bitterly with a frown.

"There, there; all done. Oh, and by the way, name's Konno Mitsune, nice ta meet ya, although everybody I know pretty much calls me, Kitsune," Mitsune finally introduced herself, cracking open her eyelids just a notch to enhance her foxy smile. It always did work wonders everytime.

Fox.

It was a fitting name for a cunning temptress like her. Of course, Kanako had to wonder why the word, not so much the name, sounded so familiar to her. It was as if she had just been thinking about it a few minutes ago, but for what reason, she could not remember at all.

"Now, I reckon you notice that by the drawlin' accent (Kansai, o'course) I'm from Osaka. Great town, too."

"I figured, as much," the hazel-eyed girl replied, eyeing the taller girl nonchalantly. Unfortunately, the girl apparently was Japanese after all.

"That I suppose so, but don't you have a name too? Or do you folks here in Tokyo do business differently?"

"What?"

"Well, no offense meant, but I really don't think I oughta be putting my hands on a customer without knowin' his or her name first!"

At that moment, Kanako's dislocated arm decided to remind her of its condition with another sharp wave of numbing pain, making her hiss irritably with a wince. "What's this about a customer?"

"Aw, gee, you folks surrrrrrr-e are a hard lot." Kitsune sighed with a theatric flair of self-pity. "Look, this is all pro bono, m'kay? I ain't chargin' you this time. The magister magi-in-training kid should be all-right as rain in a little while. Worst case, scenario he feels like he's had one too many hangovers and really needs to eat somethin' spicy, like curry."

A 'magister magi-in-training'? So Springfield isn't a full magi yet? "So what's your deal then, Kitsune-san? Why did you help?"

"Tsk, tsk, honey, you sure do love to ask questions. I'm half tempted to use a stasis spell of some kind on you just so I can take a look at that arm and fix you up."

Kanako scowled. "Is that a threat?"

"I'm just saying like it is. Magic works a whole lot better than chakra, ki, or chi based healing any day in my book. Personally, I prefer the Eastern philosophy better since it gets the job done a whole lot faster compared to the stuff the Western mages use."

Kitsune-san's awfully free with information. She's still talking as if-! "Are you trying to gain my trust by giving out information, Magi?"

The foxy girl's smile widened with a toothy edge. "Who said I was? Besides, you two raised a whole lot of trouble with this incident, and I just got here! There hasn't been a Hollow attacks or any other kind of supernatural phenomena in decades up here in Mahora City, and for very good reasons too."

Now, she's volunteering less information. Maybe I shouldn't have brought up the subject. In her careless ignorance, I could have learned a lot more. "And those are?"

"Ask the Headmaster y'self, maybe he might tell ya, Urashima Kanako," Kitsune told her, opening both of her eyelids to reveal her own hazel brown eyes. There was subtle cunning gleam in them that revealed nothing, and yet, they gave the impression fully that the older girl was enjoying this sport, though it was little more than child's play.

Kanako was speechless. She barely held back the urge to grimace and bear her teeth in frustrated anger. Not only was she angry at the magi, she now had new reason to dislike that meddlesome Headmaster too. Who would have thought that Konoemon Konoe had dealings into the "occult" as well?

"Now, do you want me to fix you up or not, Urashima-chan?"

Is she mocking me now? "I can do it myself."

"I dunno about that. I reckon you're pretty low on chakra right now, probably why you couldn't do a thing to protect yourself and Negi-kun over here too. That is --- was --- your plan, ne?"

The raven-haired girl grit her teeth, surpressing an infuriated growl. How much did Kitsune know about her? She obviously knows who and what Negi Springfield to begin with, likely before I even found out!

"Yup, yup, so how about it? I can clean you both up and fix your clothes too, if you like --- but! that might cost ya a little extra."

Now in hindsight, it probably was a bit rash of her to do such a thing, but wordlessly, Kanako stood up and wrenched her dislocated arm back into its shoulder sock. The sound of a sickening pop followed by an explosion of soreness indicated she had done it right. Amazingly, her stoic expression did not waver for an inch as she then laid her good hand over the irritated shoulder and focused her chakra, causing a green surge of humming healing energy to emanate forth onto her shoulder.

Kitsune whistled her appreciation, crossing her arms over her amble bosom as she settled back into her usual foxy composure. "Well, I gotta hand it to ya, 'hun. When you set your mind on something, there's really no stoppin' ya, Urashima-chan. But seriously, cool your jets! Pro bono, you know."

"And I said I could do it on my own fine," Kanako replied flatly.

"Yare, yare, I reckon there's not changin' that hard head of yours. Still, I think you should take this with you for good measure. Catch!"

The foxy girl procured another ofuda from her pant pockets, except this was a wooden one, and casually tossed it over, which Kanako caught deftly with her free hand. It was feat that earned yet another whistle of appreciation from Kitsune. She had not expected her rather moody customer to heal so fast using ninjutsu, meaning it probably was not some run-of-the-mill technique. The reputed genius girl, one of the top aspiring minds in the nation, was certainly full of surprises. Kitsune could only begin to wonder what else she could begin to unravel behind that dark facade.

You're very interestin' gal Urashima Kanako, the foxy girl contemplated deviously. Too bad you're a little bit too paranoid for your own good. You're giving me plenty more better cards when I've just been handin' out a bunch of Jokers, that I reckon.

Kanako examined the wooden ofuda, a cold gleam of suspicion evident in her eyes. "What's this supposed to be?"

"An 'Amulet of Healing,' of course."

"And?"

"Well, for starters its a pretty handy magical device to have, especially in a fight. Think of it, like a super first aid kit."

And why is she giving me something this valuable to me? "And?"

"Gosh darn, I made it myself, you know! My own personal brand! It's definitely a helluva lot better than that cheap stuff that's on the market. Potent! And on top of that, I set the sealed healin' spell to a Western-style mana conversion mechanicism, so you won't be using up any of your own strength to heal yourself."

"And?" A Western-style mana converter? The texts' never said anything about that, then again, they did not go particularly in-depth onto the subject of magic, period. I really need to see about updating them when I have some time to spare.

"'Hun, if you want to know the specifics about the difference between Eastern and Western magic, just ask the magister magi-in-training over here when he comes around in a few hours."

"And?" Kanako bit out again with a hint of irritation.

"Oh! Side-effects? Well, application's easy, just think it, like focus your will on wanting to be healed, and the amulet will do the trick. Of course, I gotta warn you, the special effects 're pretty bright, might come in handy, if you know what I mean. Side-effect wise, well, I reckon you'll have about a good five minutes to do what you need to do before you lose consciousness."

"Because?" Lose consciousness? I thought magic was supposed to be perfect?

"Oh, you'll be healed completely, but it's got something to do with the imbalance of id and ether; shame I never actually finished learnin' it. I reckon, there's also a few other things I don't know about since I just started gettin' in the biz of making these."

The raven-haired girl stared flatly. "You're an amateur..."

Wonderful, so there were "half-(FLUX!)-ed" mages too...and she was dealing with one.

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes:

w00t-ness! Chapter 30! At last another of the Hinata Girls appear! All we're missing now is Mutsumi-san, and we'd have a perfect set! Still, what's Kitsune up to anyhow? Did she put a memory charm on Kanako or was Kanako just seeing things? How much does she know and is she working for the Headmaster too? Or...does she have another agenda in mind?

Well, maybe we'll find out on the next episode Glass Moon, so stay tuned, folks!

We finally made it, and I could not have done it without you all. Thank you very much for your continued patronage. Remember, I always encourage each and everyone of you to 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 maestro here.

Well, that wraps it up, folks, so until the next time we meet (around the usual time again): Peace out! And good luck with exams!

Omake!

Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu

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Chapter 31:

Cover-ups

"Hey, didn't I tell you to cut it out with the 'sessha'? You're shinobi, not samurai. Put that head of yours to good use like a true kitsune. It's the little things, Kaede, the little things that brings great success and rains abyssmal failure."

Tsudzuku!