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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 37:

Eerie and Ethereal

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

Kentaro Sakata shut his cellular phone off with a crisp click. A high imperious air clung to him like a cape, dressed as he was in an immaculate white three-piece suit, matching white leather gloves, pressed trousers, and dress shoes of the highest quality. Each article of clothing had been painstakingly tailored, from the seams, the full blood red necktie, to the golden buttons, just for him. It was what people would expect from the successor of a powerful zaibatsu, the Shinsei Group.

He was undoubtedly handsome, a most eligible bachelor at just the ripe age of eighteen, with movie star looks and a ladykiller's perfect smile. His auburn hair streaked stylishly with blonde and platinum-white, his youthful complexion sporting not a single blemish, while his clear hazel eyes shined with a cunning intelligence. Yes, he was rich, handsome, and --- powerful.

There was few doubts in his mind that he had picked the right sort of family to kill into, as he stood up out of his "throne" and out from his broad bureau to survey his "kingdom." From the panoramic view offered by the windows of his office high atop Shinsei Tower, two hundred stories up, he could see everything. It was the world's tallest high-rise situated in the heart of Shinjuku-ku, one of Tokyo's twenty-three special wards, and this city, the capital of Japan, belonged to him!

It took a year, one long year of hard won triumph paid in sweat, money, blood, and lives. Oh, yes, it had been an exhilarating year, the same year in fact that Kentaro Sakata was --- reborn --- after a terrible, most terrible car accident. His outlook on life had changed completely, much to awe and pride of his mother and father, and through his new burning ambition, he propelled the Shinsei Group to the top.

"It's such a shame, so sad, that chichiue and hahaue didn't survive that accident in the limousine," he giggled with an eerie expression of sorrow on his face. There was a mad light in his eyes, twinkling and dancing gleefully. "It was such a beautiful, wonderful funeral! I cried and I cried for hours in the rain! Just like --- a movie. Kukuku, and then I made those no good, dirty little yakuza pay for what they did."

Oh, yes, he had a lot of fun taming those self-proclaimed "free beasts" as well. They were still more than free to fight and play. After all, the best puppeteer, the best drama was one where the audience and the actors could not see the strings, the directions of the director leading everyone along. It was part of the reason he loved movies, theater, and plays so much; the power to control and suspend human belief utterly; how intoxicating!

Alas, it seemed so --- boring now. Attending Tokyo University had alleviated some of that; he still surprised himself at just how easily he could blend in and fool all those unsuspecting little boys and girls. Then again, it was not like he advertised to the world that he was the true president and CEO of the Shinsei Group, and only those in the upper reaches of society, even knew he existed. However, to them he was little more than the surviving heir of the Sakata family, the wealthiest among his vast clan of relatives and relations.

Truly, it was very reminiscent of home.

He grinned haughtily. "How many years has it been since that time, I wonder? Five? Ten? Heh, my memory's become all fuzzy it seems. Too many screams, too much blood, but those things at least --- never get boring."

It was then that a curious sight caught his eye on the distant horizon, a wall of black clouds, a storm front was encroaching upon his metropolis. Was it a sign of the changing times? Did some meteorologists (more commonly known as weathermen and weatherwomen) need to be axed off his list? Still, it was not like a little rain would be a bad thing, though a storm would have been better.

After all, it had been in during a storm when he had gained his freedom.

"Just a little bit longer, my Kanako-chan, just a little bit longer. Soon, Aniki will be coming --- home."

And I'll take back what you stole from me...

Keitaro.

"HA-CHOO!"

Okay, it was now official. Either somebody out there really loved him, or somebody out there really hated his guts because this was seriously becoming ridiculous. He had been sneezing non-stop the entire day for Pete's sake! Could these people not give him a break for even a few minutes?

"Mattaku, and on top of that, look at the sky," complained the dark brown-haired young man, his bespectacled gaze fixed up on the darkening skies above. "It's all dark and gloomy, probably gonna rain soon too."

Keitaro Urashima, age 18, a first-year ronin hoped that today was not going to be "one of those days," a day where nothing seemed to be going right. It was his little sister's first day at her new school, he might be coming down with a cold, and factor in that every delivery today he had to make for his boss, Yumichika Ayasegawa, had been nothing but trouble.

The young man cringed outwardly as he recounted his misadventures for the day. First, I got chased out of a special interest lingerie store by a horde of well --- recent --- sex-changed, uh, individuals. Eheheh, and I thought Yumichika-san was a bit weird. Come to think of it, was he hitting on me today? ...Okay, I hope not. Really, not good mental images there. And then...I went to Urahara-san's shop... Yeah, it's just been one weird thing after another.

Thankfully, he worked at many different part-time jobs (mostly for the experience), and tomorrow, he didn't have a shift at Yumichika's Utsukushi, Utsukushi! Express Delivery Service.

"Not to mention, this is the last delivery. After this, I just need to check out with --- well --- Yumi-san, then I can go catch the first train to Mahora-ku and pick up Kana-chan," Keitaro murmured to himself. He really hoped nothing bad had happened on her first day.

The only problem now was...

"Dang, this is a creepy house!" the ronin wailed helplessly at the tops of his lungs, tears pouring out of his eyes.

Not a single soul heard him though. The streets seemed to be naturally deserted in this area of Kabuki-cho, contrasting sharply with the hustle and bustle of the markets and department stores he passed by only a few blocks ago. There was a faint mist here, which reminded him a lot of Hinata Inn actually. Still, what was a mansion, sitting on a plot of land that he estimated to be at least ten acres worth, doing out here amidst a highly urbanized, developed area? The place was crowded with towering high-rises and plenty of other "amenities" of a modern metropolis.

It did not make any sense at all. Just imagining the phenomenal amount of money it would take to pay for all of this blew his mind away. Of course, the view was not particularly nice, considering the grim visages of four tall office buildings flanking the mansion, and off in the distance, he could see...

Keitaro blinked curiously, as he shifted the load of package in the crook of his arm. That's funny. I can't see Shinsei Tower. ...But these buildings shouldn't be able to block it out. I mean, nothing blocks it out. You can be down in Yokohoma, and you could probably still catch a glimpse of it. Oh, man, whatever... I'm just wasting time here, and the sooner I get done, the sooner I can go pick up Kana-chan.

Still, there was the mansion, and boy, was it weird. The high wooden fence surrounding the property was an ebony black, and if he was not mistaken, it was the wood's natural color, the texture a smooth finish cool to the touch. A miniature forest appeared to surround the mansion, and on occasion, he swore he could see something moving through the tops of the trees. The very westernized mansion was a mix of Gothic and Victorian architecture, with an occasional section of the building splintering off into a tower with a domed roof.

Black sickle moons adorned the pinnacle of the roofs, but at the gates out front, there were white sickle moons at top of the parapets. There was nothing really stopping him from entering, yet he had the distinct he was stand before the torii gate in front of a temple or shrine. In fact, it was a "gateless" gate just like a torii gate.

The bespectacled young man bit his lip. He had a bad feeling about this last job, as if there was going to be a fight. Clutching his package tighter, he quickly gave himself a once over: his favorite baggy blue jeans, a plain black jacket, his favorite sneakers (broken in and ready to go), his cellphone, a handy travel-size packet of tissues, his pack of business cards inside the jacket, and a white t-shirt.

Oh, no, anything but a white t-shirt; if he got a bloodstain --- in fact, any stain at all, Kanako was going to beat the living daylights out of him. Not to mention, there was the fragile contents of the package.

"I really hope nothing bad happens. If Kana-chan doesn't kill me first, Yumichika-san probably will," Keitaro murmured grimly as he stepped past the threshold of the gate into the yard.

Overhead the blackened skies above gave off an ominous rumble, the sound of thunder, setting his nerves on edge. He could feel the mist tightening around him with each step, growing thicker till he could barely see a foot in front of him. The temperature of the air was dropping rapidly, his glasses fogging up, but there was no turning back. After all, the doors were right in front of him. He just needed to-

WHAM!

"...ouch..." Keitaro mumbled, his face planted quite firmly into the door that had suddenly swung open. All he could think of that moment in time was how his hazard pay totally did not cover things, like pain and suffering.

Black.

"Hmmmm!"

"Hm, what do we have here?"

"Mistress! Mistress! It's him! It's him!"

"I know, I know; Maru-dashi, Moro-dashi. But which him?"

"'Which him'? 'Which him'?"

"Hmm, not Watanuki-chan."

"Tee hee hee, not Watanuki-chan! Not Watanuki-chan!"

"Hmm; ahhh, I remember now: Me-ga-ne-kun!"

"Megane-kun! Megane-kun! Yeah!"

"Moro, Maru; bring him inside, won't you? We have a customer, a very important customer."

"Haiiii-i!"

"Wakey-wakey, Me-ga-ne-kun," cooed a mellifluous voice.

It was a woman's voice; ethereal and seductive all at once. He did not know what quite to make of it, but he could feel it pulling him up, away from the darkness and towards the light. Of course, where the heck was he anyway? Was he falling, sinking, floating?

Did it really matter?

"Awaken, Urashima Keitaro."

"Oooo...my forehead...ouch," Keitaro groaned as he returned back to "the land of the living and ouchies." He had to wonder somebody managed to catch the license plate of that hit-and-run door that smacked him.

A familiar mellifluous voice giggled at him, like the twinkling chime of bells. "Aww, does your head hurt?"

"Yeah... First time, I ever met an inanimate object, a door, you know, that didn't like me. Usually it's supposed to be something about the --- clients or their pets --- or something... Owww, this feels just like a migraine."

"Hmmm, want me to kiss it and make it feel all better?"

"Sure that'd be grea-!" the ronin agreed before he even realized the ramifications of his offhand, impulsive decision.

Just like that, he felt it, a sweeping hand, a feathery lightness, and the sweet warmth spreading from his bared forehead. Her enticing scent, a woman's scent, was mature and full, a blossomed rose that had caught him in its seductive thrall. Keitaro felt light-headed and breathless, his body giving into the comforting serenity sweeping him off his senses. Some voice at the back of his head was telling him to resist, that this was a trick, an illusion, genjutsu, but why should he struggle? Everything was fine, was it not?

It's not like I'm in any danger, am I? he thought wistfully. Besides, I think I kind of --- like it --- like this.

Still, it had to be a dream, right? Who was this beautiful woman cradling his head in her lap, like they were lovers or something? She was wonderful, really; everything about her was wonderful. Long glossy raven tresses spilled down her back, well past her slim, perfect waist. Shoot, everything was perfect about her: unblemished porcelain skin, the ornate black choker around her neck with its black sickle moon, those hypnotic sepia-hued eyes (or were they gold?), and the loose white kimono, patterned with red roses, that she wore oh-so-casually.

In fact, so casually that he had a perfect view of her ample bosom and the strapless, lacy black bra (Victoria's Secret Winter Catalog December 2002) she wore-

Keitaro gasped, his face flush with red, snapping him out of from the "spell" the raven-haired woman had cast over him apparently with her alluring beauty. He could feel the blood beginning to pour from his nose as he instinctively rolled out of her grasp --- and promptly thudded onto the wooden floor with an undignified yelp. Furious questions rifled through his frantic mind at a mile per minute: Where was he? What was he doing? And what was this --- smoke clinging to the air?

Sniff.

Incense? Well, if it was incense --- ugh --- okay --- okay, he was all right --- just --- a little...

I think...

...I'm getting high.

Whoa, pinky kitties doing a ninja conga line.

Freakin' sweet!

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Sorry for the unannounced hiatus in your regularly scheduled programming, folks. I got dragged off to upstate New York for a little extra vacation time, but I'm back now, and I come bearing you ---- EPISODE 37! My GOD. The MAN in most popular demand, the one and only: URASHIMA KEITARO. He's BACK! After 35 odd chapters, he's finally back in the picture. Give him a warm welcome, folks. The Man of the Hour is back, and where do we go from here? Nobody knows but that is definitely one creepy house. And what's the deal with Kentaro? Is he nuts? Creepy? Insane? Or all the above? What exactly did he mean by all those things he said? Who stole who's life here? What happened? What maniacal schemes is he setting into motion behind the scenes?

Well, maybe we'll find out on the next episode Glass Moon-desu!

Reviewers and readers alike, I'd like to thank you all 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.

So without further adieu, that wraps it up, folks (see you again around the usual time): FOR THE WIN, YO!

Omake!

Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu

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Chapter 38:

The Shop of Wishes

"Hitsuzen: One. A naturally foreordained event. Two. A state in which other outcomes are impossible. Three. A result which can only be obtained by a single causality, and other causalities would necessarily create different results. So reads --- the Kodansha Japanese Desk Dictionary, second edition."

Tsudzuku!