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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

The New Life at Mahora...

Chapter 52:

A New Day

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

"Wow, it's a beautiful morning, isn't it?" remarked a certain raccoon girl for seemingly umpteenth time in a perfectly casual manner. In fact, it was so casual, so out of the blue, the feat repeated now for the ninetieth time on record since they left the Tatsumiya Shrine, she had to admit it was like an art form for the girl.

Setsuna "mmm'd" agreeably in reply, doing her best to remain focused on the sidewalk, in an effort to distract herself from her growing ire at her companion. The taller girl in question had already settled back into a comfortable rhythm of humming aloud, a jaunty, energetic ditty. The tune badly needed a chorus, almost as if the dark-skinned beauty was leading her on, but she certainly had no plans to breakdown and acquiesce to Mana Tatsumiya at the crack of dawn.

They were comrades not --- well --- they were sort of friends to an extent. After all, Tatsumiya had been gracious enough to invite her over last night for dinner at the shrine with her family, which was a surprisingly --- enjoyable experience. Somehow, the presence of the president and the vice-president of the Biathlon Club seemed to bring an almost festive mood to the occasion.

They were two older boys from the all boys section of Mahora Academy's "Mahora Boys' Junior High," and a year ahead in Class 3-F under the supervision of a Iruka Umino-sensei. The tallest of the boys and the vice-president of the club was Yasutora Sado, A.K.A. Chad. Of mixed descent and spectacularly muscular, his immense presence at the table was a calming influence surprisingly with his soft-spoken demeanor. He was extraordinarily polite and well-behaved, much to the awe of Mana's father and the near squealing delight of her mother. The woman practically was swooning every other second, complete with hearts in her eyes.

In sharp contrast, the president of the club, an impressive specimen himself though a far cry from Chad, was anything but the picture perfect gentleman. Ichigo Kurosaki: no real nicknames save for "Ichi," and the only people who dared call him "Strawberry" or "Strawberry Head" were the ones asking to be sent to the hospital. He was --- awkward at the table, although admirably, he did try his best to be a good guest. Apparently, he did not have much experience being actually invited to "a girl'shousefordinnertomeetherparentsandcrazinessbecausethat'sthekindofuhhstuff" his reputedly insane, hyperactive father would pull on him for a prank.

Of course, this was real, and he was the one person that Mana's hypnotic eyes could not meet. Her composure never dropped, but if her then lilac hued eyes wandered ever so slightly towards him, a faint blush would instantly seize her cheeks. Meanwhile the irises of her eyes flickered to an amber gold before returning to their more familiar shade of lilac and then back again to amber gold. Setsuna saw this happen so many times that she was seriously wondering if she had to go see an optometrist, or better yet, a psychiatrist.

Mana's mother seemed a bit irked with Ichigo's bright orange hair, which he stated firmly was all natural. If they did not believe it, he would not mind in the slightest bringing the rest of his family over just to prove a point. Mana's father was more forgiving as apparently he had taken a slight turn on the side of delinquency, a remark that the orange-haired young man visibly bristled at, before his wife came along and set him straight. Now that remark instantly sent a wave of blushes and awkwardness instantly rifling through the ranks.

Chad did his best to look impassive without much success, considering he was an astounding six-foot tall and still growing, not to mention red as a tomato. Ichigo was turning an impressive combination of red, green, yellow, purple, blue, and pink all simultaneously while he had acquired an incessant tick in his right brow. Mana for her part, and in a rare break from her composed shell, looked about ready to die from mortification. As for herself, Setsuna blushed and coughed discreetly, as she was not the type to get terribly worked up over most common scandalous remarks.

Yes, Mister Tatsumiya and Miss Tatsumiya were very pleased with the turnout and could not be happier that their daughter could be wedded to such potentially promising young men. In fact, they probably would not mind a future grandson at an astonishing height of seven something foot, or a daughter with fiery orange hair! They were all good choices, of course, and the family bloodline would most certainly continue.

This fact they advertised to everyone present to much embarrassment and hoopla.

Setsuna wondered if this was what it was like to have a real family. Admittedly, Mana was the only daughter of the Tatsumiya's, but even so, it was still a complete nuclear family according to textbooks anyhow. If this was the case, what were her sempai to her exactly? What was Konoka Konoe to her? What was Motoko Aoyama to her? Was it even normal to care so much about people who were not related to her by blood?

"You realize I'm surprised, don't you, Sakurazaki?" Mana's voice serene, amiable mezzo-soprano broke the silence once more.

The Yojimbo sighed wistfully, already longing once more for the comfort of that silenced punctuated only by the steady, crisp staccato of their shoes. She did her best to feign ignorance at the gravity of the matter, "About what?"

"Last night and this morning. Everything feels like a dream come true."

"Hmmm?"

"I certainly never expected you to take me up on the offer, and then offer to walk with me to school the next day."

"I just felt like having some company this morning, or was it wrong of me to ask?"

"No, no, not at all, Sakurazaki."

Setsuna made a face before she realized and was thankful that the taller girl was walking behind her and not side by side presently. "Ugh, enough with that, bakamono. Setsuna is --- Setsuna is enough."

"Wow, something good must've happened yesterday," Mana beamed with a rare catch of bemused emotional astonishment as she increased her pace to match her companions, so they could walk abreast of each other. Besides, she wanted to see her classmate's expressions to better gauge her reactions. "Before yesterday, I couldn't even dream of us being together like this."

"Is that so?"

"Hmm, hm. Say, you're not doing this to get on my good side, so I'll lower your debts, are you, Setsuna-san?"

"I pray that was just sarcasm, Mana-tanuki."

"Oh, wow. 'Mana-tanuki'? We're actually on a first name basis now? Something really good must've happened!"

"Tsk, let me guess, you want to know what happened, don't you?"

"Of course!"

"No."

Mana pouted cutely, a feat that was a touch disturbing with the brunt of her unfeeling hypnotic gaze trained at Setsuna. The raven-haired girl barely managed to ward off its effects with a determined scowl, although she could feel her free right hand beginning to tremble ever so slightly. She desperately wanted to grasp Yuunagi's handle right then, and it was well within her reach too, as she had brought her zanpakutou with her today in a cylindrical leather case she was presently shouldering. Alas, her pride as a yojimbo would not allow such a show weakness and she bravely pressed on.

"Hmm, it's a boy, isn't it?" Mana stated with eerie certainty, her lilac hued irises seemingly gleaming a golden amber.

Maybe it was trick of the light, but it did not stop Setsuna from spluttering incoherently as she stumbled in her step. How the heck the Tatsumiya girl managed to guess right was far beyond her panicked, mortified thoughts. Blushing furiously, she shot a deadly glare at the smug looking girl, aiming to deny everything to the death. However, before she could even open her mouth Mana sighed helplessly and gave a shrug, as if she had just lost a great opportunity.

"What's the matter with you, Mana-tanuki?" Setsuna asked her companion with a suspicious scowl.

"Ah-ah-ah, don't scowl now, Setsuna-san. You don't want to get any wrinkles at such a young ripe age, especially when it only takes nineteen muscles to smile versus twenty four to scowl."

"Because?"

"Oh, Setsuna! It's a boy. You want to impress him, don't you?"

The raven-haired girl blushed, doing her best to look miffed and failing miserably. The truth was, she did want to impress a certain "boy," but just not in that --- kind of --- way, or so she believed. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"You're completely clueless, aren't you?"

"Clueless?"

"Now, you're in denial." Mana tossed her long extravagant hair airily in exasperation, a sure break from her composed facade. "It's a shame too. There goes my dream of some day whisking you away to a private beach, so as girls, we can finally..."

"...you're kidding...Tanuki-ko."

"Of course, I'm kidding. Where would the fun in that be without a boy to help us have some fun?"

Setsuna began to pull away quickly from the giggling taller girl (again another breach of her stoic character) with rapid, long strides. It was the only dignified manner of retreat, she could think of, without outright running away. Fleeing was a cowardly thing to do for a yojimbo, and she no intention of appearing in such a dishonorable manner.

However, explicit images of herself, Mana, Ichigo, and even Chad began to invade her overactive mind in an alarming rate. Somehow, even Konoka-ojousama and Aoyama-sempai managed to enter the picture, and when HE finally showed up, she knew for certain she had to get the hell away from Mana Tatsumiya. The bizarre girl was an absolutely bad influence on her!

"NII-SAN --- Why. Are you coming to school with me today?" she heard a vaguely familiar voice say aloud from up ahead on the street towards Mahora Academy. "And what's with the..."

Another voice laughed nervously, his bright beaming baritone marked with a noticeable catch. "Ah-heh-hahah, I guess you don't think I look good in black, eh, Kana-chan?"

Kana-chan? Where have I heard that before? pondered Setsuna with increasing alarm as she approached the two figures, still indistinct despite her sharp eyes thanks to the orange golden haze of dawn.

"Ugh, iie-desu. I don't think it suits you, but then again, that's the only suit you have, yes?"

"Pin-pon! A hundred points to the lucky young lady in the wonder Mahora Academy seifuku once again."

"Are you going to tell me what the surprise is going to be today, Nii-san?"

"Well, uhhhh, it's not much of a surprise anymore, more like a half-surprise to tell you the truth. Eh-heheheh... If you want to, you can think of it as me being a super cool big brother since there was no way I was just going to up and leave you unescorted in the morning, isn't that right, Urashima Kanako-chan?"

"You've been walking me to school every day ever since we were kids, 'O Knight in Shining Armor."

"Eeeeee-heheheh --- you got me there."

"Mou, you're a real piece of work yourself, you know that, Urashima Keitaro-baka?"

"Urashima-kun?" Setsuna said aloud unconsciously well within hearing range of all present, as her mind digested the exchange between siblings. Keitaro and Kanako were this --- wait, did I just-?

Immediately, the impulsive slip of the tongue sent the raven-haired girl scrambling to cover her mouth before anything else unsolicited came spilling out, but by then it was already too late. The two figures came to an abrupt stand still, as if frozen neatly in place, with sharp staccato thuds of their simultaneous footsteps. Even Mana was stunned enough that she came barreling right behind her, sending Setsuna staggering forwards girlishly with a yelp.

Of course, standing right there, right before her was a stunned Urashima Keitaro, bedecked quite handsomely in formal business attire. The black suit, the neat stripped red necktie, black leather belt, and dark dress shoes was a change for him certainly. He had a new set of spectacles today too with thin refined rectangular lenses and a sophisticated slim-line frame, a far cry from the crude square glasses he had yesterday briefly.

Then there was Urashima Kanako, and in an utterly unbelievable sight, she looked like she was choking on something unsightly, her eyes bulging wide. Mortification painted the seven colors of the rainbow on her face in a flash, before she frowned openly in incensed disapproval. Kanako's piercing hazel brown eyes roved every square inch of her body, weighing and judging her worth. Needless to say, she was not pleased or impressed in the slightest.

Somehow, this feels eerily similar to the first time I met Arisugawa-sempai and Kishyuu-sempai, noted Setsuna nervously. She felt very small all of a sudden with a growing need to quite frankly disappear altogether. Back then, I had met Arisugawa-sempai once on a previous occasion, and when we were reunited together, he also expressed astonishment. He had even been dressed for a formal procession of some sort, with Kishyuu-sempai in his company...

Arashi Kishyuu had not taken a shine to her presence from the get go either.

What was going on here? Was the past repeating itself all over again? But that's impossible, no such thing could happen in reality. Only in fiction or some religious belief could a person possibly relive such an event, and yet, here she was experiencing something very much similar to that first experience she had with those people, who were so dear to her heart. This has to be some kind of joke, right?

"AH-hah --- well, what do you know! If it isn't Sekkun! I was just thinking about you too," Keitaro laughed jovially taking a step towards her. The sound of his voice, the address, and his manner instantly snapped the yojimbo out of her reverie with a jolt. Also upon second thought, he was perhaps laughing a little too jovially, as his eyes seemed to be pleading with her to go along with his readily apparent farce.

Of course, the source of his discomfort was quite obvious. Kanako's withering deadly gaze was blasting the area as he had his back turned to her, and even he was not that dense. Then again, he certainly did not see the rather blatant crack in the tiled pavement either. It was a recipe for disaster that had only one conclusion. Kanako managed to pause from her "death glaring" for a moment, which was presently directed at both Setsuna and the taller unidentified Goddess-like beauty, but by the time she called out...

"Nii-uh, Kei-!"

...it was already too late and...

"So how's your morning-?"

Trip.

"UWA-uoomfff!"

BOING!

A pregnant pause enveloped the awkward scene. Mana was silently thanking the powers that be for her somewhat emotional handicap, real or not, although it did not stop from leaving her lips "slightly" ajar in a big "O". Kanako looked down right scandalized, her hazel eyes flashing incredulously as she gaped openly with an empty shriek.

Setsuna blushed, noting that THIS sort of predicament had certainly NOT happened when she met her sempai. It was a relief and simultaneously a curse all at once. She had no idea what drove her to lunge forwards to break the young man's misfortune.

Whatever it was, it had landed Keitaro straight into the welcoming --- ahem --- tender softness of her breasts, face first of course --- ahem! --- while her arms remained wrapped around his head in a rather provocative, protective, intimate, affectionate, endearing --- gesture.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she pried her arms off of him, helping him to gently push off and stand on his own two feet. In a somewhat reciprocal gesture, the ronin forced his best smile out, pushing up his upset spectacles back into place. He leveled up an index finger as if he were about to point out a very important fact all the while a thin stream of blood began to trickle out of his nose.

"Well, Sekkun, in spite of the bandages, well chest bindings to be exact, and everything..." Keitaro began to orate out aloud, as if he was on auto-pilot.

Chest bindings! How did he know? thought Setsuna sharply, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

"...I've got to say you've got a very impressive bust..."

"Chest BINDINGS?" Kanako and Mana echoed aloud together simultaneously in shock, before shooting each other suspicious glances. They had added even more fuel to the fire, as the raven-haired girl squirmmed on the spot, looking as if she were ready to die from embarrassment.

"...your catching technique was pretty good too for an improv. Not as good as Kana-chan's, but still I think I'll give it --- eighty-five poin-BWLEARGH!"

Of course, Keitaro never did quite to finish his sentence as his allergies finally won the battle of wills causing his bleeding nose to explode with a sudden geyser of blood. He was out like a light in an instant, and it was only by some merciful act of God that nobody got stained by the shower nor did his clothes. All present, except for his dear sister, were stunned by the spectacular display. Kanako shrieked, managing to catch his backwards falling body just in the nick of time, and began to tend to him immediately.

The act left Setsuna speechless. For one, she had no idea how powerful his "hypergynoallergic" reaction really was, even though he had told her about it the other day. He had not gotten any reaction out of her at the time, and no doubt did not expect this to happen on their second meeting together. On the other hand, she was surprised that the Urashima Kanako was capable of such love and care for another human being. The girl was trying desperately to revive her brother, even though she probably knew he was likely not in any immediate danger.

Mana only had one thing to say:

"Wow, your knockers knocked him out silly, Setsuna-san. I didn't know even those little things could do that."

Oh, this was going to be one of those days, those new days, those new beginnings, was it not?

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes:

YA-Hoooooooooooooooooiiiiiiieeeeee! It's back, a brand new season for a brand new week. It's Spring; it's April; w00t! And by golly, this is probably the cutest Akamatsu-like chapter I've done yet, so savor the good light-hearted fun, ladies and gents. Man, meeting Keitaro sure has changed things around for Setsuna. Her life is doing a complete 180-degree turn on its head, seeing things and thinking about stuff she never would have examined normally: family, friends, and what's important to her. Hehe, it also doesn't hurt that UNLIKE some OTHER girls she doesn't flip out everytime there happens to be an accident that involves Keitaro and herself.

Ooooo-whee! Kanako is definitely face some stiff competition in the game we all love to watch and play, that is "Love," while she has to worry about other things. Specifically, just what the heck is Keitaro's next move gonna be, and why is he all dressed up fine and the like. Where are we going from here and does Keitaro have any idea how many heart strings from the lovely ladies he's managed to snag? Heck, just how many more will he snag? And how exactly is he going to survive the coming storm of hearts, harsh words, explosions, sword, ninjutsu, and craziness?

How the heck did he manage to figure out that Setsuna used bandages as chest bindings, and how much better is Kanako's --- ahem! --- body cushion technique anyway?

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

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So without further adieu, that wraps it up, folks (see you around the same time as usual): May the dazzling G and J illuminate our wish for peace / BE RESTORED NOW!

Omake!

Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu

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Chapter 53:

Let's Play Nice

"Awe-some! Well, I'll --- catch y'all --- later, so, um --- play nice and make some friends too. Cee-ya!"

Tsudzuku!