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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 54:
The New Dynamic Duo
A Love Magister Hina Negima! fanfic by James "Ray" Edwards
Seven-fifteen o'clock in the morning was not a good time to start a faculty meeting, especially considering classes for Mahora Girls' Junior High began at eight o'clock sharp. The quarter of an hour grace period before "Armageddon" was specially set aside so that instructors could enjoy a little peace before marching off to their probable doom at the hands of their "aspiring" students. Of course, in Negi Springfield's humble opinion, it was way too early in the morning, period.
Maybe he should have signed up to teach at Mahora Boys' Junior High instead; it could not be any worse than this, right?
The bespectacled boy yawned tiredly. He noted that his notion of "lack of sleep" was shared audibly and agreeably by his best friend, one Anya Mierille Blanchett, who was contently snoring away in her chair in the adjoining bureau next to his own. She was so content that she even had a blob of slobber trickling out the side of her gaping maw, while the proverbial "ZZZZzzzz's" came bubbling out above her head.
Oh, how he longed to join that sweet slumber! Last night had been a complete, utter nightmare for him when he had finally managed to drag himself home, lugging a snoring Anya on his back, after prying himself free from the overbearing medical jurisdiction of Miss Hijiri Kirishima. Apparently, she had failed to mention that she had already called home ahead to inform his dear big "sister," Nekane Springfield, of his temporary stay at the clinic. Nekane being the overprotective, proper minded, and loving sister she was immediately beset him at the door with hugs, tears, demands, questions, concerns, and a whole barrage of other things that he spent much of dinner trying to explain --- discreetly.
To his best account, his sister had close to three would-be heart attacks last night and jumped on the phone right away to call home back in England to speak with Grandfather. Negi had been certain at this point, much to the distress of Anya, who was busy wrestling with Nekane over the phone that his foreseeable career as a mage was over. The Mage's Association would see to it personally that his license be revoked, his magic sealed, and his memories erased completely where afterwards they would install in new memories and integrate him into normal "muggle" society.
They were grim prospects indeed, but his actions were also equally serious offenses against the laws governing all of magic society. Negi expected nothing less, and for all of his good intentions, he understood and accepted that he was a felon. This sort of gross behavior could not go unpunished, and even he would have seen to the enforcement of the law.
It was the right thing to do, was it not?
However, in a bizarre twist of fate, both his Grandfather and the Headmaster of Mahora Academy decided to apparate into the apartment condo shared by himself, his sister, and Anya right about then in grand style. Nekane quite literally fainted dead away with a mournful yowl, forcing his best friend to drop the precious telephone she had finally seized to rescue his sister. Shortly thereafter, there was a brief bout of chaos and pandemonium once she was revived with a skillful dose of enervate, which took a great deal of assurances on Konoemon-san and the Magus's part that they were not here to take him away.
In fact, they came to do the exact opposite:
"Your task is simple, young Negi Springfield. What has once been broken, now you shall fix!"
Yes, with those infamous words said, they promptly left the scene chatting away like old buddies, remarking that perhaps they should go stop by Shinjuku-ku in Tokyo to sample some of the "highlights" of the nightlife. Negi was very happy that his sister happily lost in the land of blissful ignorance as she would have likely blown her top at the lewd insinuations from her elders. Of course, everything got even more spicy in the morning when the Headmaster called home and asked for Anya and he to come down early to the office for a private faculty meeting.
As it turned out, Takamichi and Shizuna-sensei were invited too. They had exchanged pleasantries briefly, before the woman had excused herself to her own desk to run through some paperwork. Her air around the bespectacled man was noticeably brisk and professional, leaving him largely to hang out high and dry. Takamichi professed in quiet tones that he had no clue what was eating her this morning, although it probably had to do with the early morning meeting.
Negi had asked his "big buddy" if he knew what the topic of today's little private meeting was, to which the older man had replied frankly:
Kanako Urashima.
There was nothing else to be said, and soon afterward, the Headmaster appeared with a pleasant greeting before promptly accosting Takamichi aside. The two of them were engaged in hushed conversation over by the windows, basking in the bright oranges and ephemeral reds of the fading dawn. Occasionally, a laugh would erupt from the older and noticeably shorter of the two men, and Negi could not help but envy their company. In an odd way, they did seem to be like father and son: the sort of relationship he never really experienced.
Heck, he did not even know what a real mother and son was supposed to be like, and although his sister certainly did try, there was still another glaring void in his childhood. The sorrel-haired boy sighed internally, holding onto his wrapped staff just a little tighter. Privately, Negi admonished himself, and forced out a brave face, as this was not the time or place for such things. He had a job to do and that was to fix his predicament with Kanako, which with any luck would turn out just fine.
"Sorry, I'm late!" erupted a sudden voice as the door to the faculty office swung open with a thunderous bang. "I, um, I somehow --- really --- for real, ended up in the girl's locker room down at the pool, and a bunch of them had been leaving from early practice, and-!"
Immediately, all eyes present flew towards the presence at the door, although the effect was somewhat ruined as Anya loudly fell out of her chair a second later with a squeal. Thus, half of the present eyes detracted towards her while the remaining half went to the panting young man standing in the doorway. He was in his late teens, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, sleek bifocals, and a decidedly disheveled poster child for "The Men in Black."
There were amazingly also a number of rather --- lewd --- lacy lingerie hanging off him here and there, joined by a number of boxers, and one G-string. This probably accounted for his rather wild red-faced expression, coupled together with the slight trickle of blood running from his nose and partially fogged up glasses. Where he managed to get those at this time morning was --- well --- quite well explained.
"Oh-hohoho! I see our star attraction has arrived," Konoemon whooped, clapping his hands together, much to the gasping astonishment of everybody present.
The only one who was not fazed in the slightest was Takamichi. In a way, his instincts had foretold such a bold action on the Headmaster's part to deal with their present problems, and judging by the young man's looks, he might just be a certain someone's... "Kouchou-dono, who's this-?"
"Takamichi-kun, this young fellow is the solution to our delinquency problem!"
"Our delinquency problem?" Shizuna squawked at the elderly man. She could hardly believe what she was seeing was real, and not an illusion. Who was this young man? And HOW did he get all of that --- ummm --- contraband? It was absolutely scandalous!
"Who else but our dear Urashima Kanako, Minamoto-sensei! Surely, your eyes don't deceive you?"
"Well, ummm-"
"But! Konoe-I mean, Kouchou-san, I thought I was going to deal with Kanako-san myself!" Negi cut in abruptly before he realized his slip of the tongue.
The sorrel-haired boy blushed and it was only thanks to the swift intervention of the elderly man that he was saved from further humiliation. "OH-hohoho, that's the spirit, my boy! And you WILL be dealing with Urashima-san directly, the only person allowed to do so, in fact."
"What?"
"Negi-kun, my original purpose of bringing young Urashima Kanako to this institution remains the same. She appears to be having some problems adjusting to her new academic life, which is understandable and fixable. She is the sole reason I've gathered you all here presently for this private meeting."
"Anou, about Kana-" mumbled the young man in the doorway before he was cut off briskly by the Headmaster. Honestly, these youngsters should really just let him do the talking first.
"Minamoto-sensei, Takamichi-kun, and myself will offer you all the wisdom and guidance we have; Kami-sama knows you'll need it."
"Okay, uh, what's Anya here for then?"
"Oh, she's just a witness for the sake of Nekane-chan. I wouldn't want your dear onee-chan coming after me unreasonably with guns blazing in righteous feminine glory."
"Wai-desu!" the tawny-haired girl squealed in delight as she snatched one particular item off the unnerved blushing young man. This was definitely not a good morning for him. "I had no idea they even made things this frilly. Adults can be SO creative-desu!"
Shizuna twitched, marching sternly over to get the situation under control with a noticeable bounce here and there. If it was not possible before, the young man in question seemed to turn even redder. There seemed to be steam hissing out of his ears too. "Blanchett-kun, stop this at once! And gimmie that! Minors shouldn't even HAVE these sort of --- THINGS!"
"Awww! But this is fun-desu, Minamoto-sensei."
"No, it's not!" she scolded with a huff, causing the girl to visibly deflate, while something else gave a healthy bounce. In fact, even Takamichi was beginning to take a little notice --- discreetly. He had suddenly remembered the beauty of the sweaters his fellow co-worker was so --- fond of; something about --- support.
BOING-BOING.
O Holy Father who art in Heaven, forgive me for my vanity but --- MY GOD! They're BEAUTIFUL!
It was probably somewhere along the same lines thought shared by his younger compatriot standing in the doorway, as Shizuna fussed over him, removing the glaring articles with a rare patience. He was sort of plain in appearance, but his behavior combined with his looks did create quite a dandy combination. Playfully, Takamichi wondered if perhaps he should take this young fellow under his wing and make him into his protege "in the cosmopolitan ways of the World," so to speak.
"Goodness gracious, we have to do something about that nosebleed too," huffed the bespectacled woman, as she scurried back to her desk to retrieve some tissues.
"A-Anou sa, I-I don't think that's really..."
"Nonsense, now just hold it right there and I w-ILL-EEK!"
It was right then that Shizuna Minamoto's maternal instincts came back to haunt her. Tripping over one of the whimsically discarded articles of --- ahem --- explicit nature, she went careening straight into the unfortunate (or fortunate) young man who gave an alarmed shout. His inner "knight in shining armor" taking over, he rose swiftly to the occasion and moved to catch the woman, if not forcibly break her fall altogether. It was an excellent choice, a bold gallant move that even impressed Takamichi T. Takahata, the reputed legendary mega playboy, although his execution could use a little...
BA-BOING!
...work. Predictably, the buxom blonde-haired woman went down in a heap right on top of the youth with a muffled thud. Shizuna was grateful that her fall had been softened considerably, and silently, she hoped that it had been Takamichi who had intervened, although she would never exactly admit it aloud. He really could be dashing --- wait, what the heck was buried between her...!
"Oh my Gosh, young man, are you all right?"
"Uoooo..." groaned the young fellow in a daze. There were swirls in his eyes as steam hissed out of his ears. He was redder than red, and his nosebleed had returned with a vengeance. She really hoped that none of it had gotten on her white sweater. "I-I guess --- this is what they ca-call --- the First Valley of Heaven..."
SMACK!
"Iiiiiiii-yaaaaaaaa, PERVERT!" screamed Shizuna crying a river of tears as she fled through the door, leaving the now unconscious "chikan" in her wake with a huge glowing handprint on his cheeks.
Takamichi sighed aloud as he slipped past the stunned expressions of the two minors present in casual pursuit of his co-worker. "She really can be somewhat immature at times. I'll go see to her, Kouchou-dono. Sorry, and good luck with the rest of the meeting."
"I'm counting on you, Takamichi-kun!" laughed the Headmaster jovially with tears streaming from his eyes. Oh, how interesting things were starting to get around here. "Now, wasn't that splendid, Negi-kun?"
Negi had no idea what to say. This was all just too --- bizarre for him. No wonder Grandfather warned him before he left that Japan was a touch crazy. Make that insanely crazy! What was he supposed to do in a situation like this?
"Ah, speechless, eh? No worries, and by the way, that young man is our new special intern. He'll be working right along side you as well as other places, depending on the situation. In a way, you could think of him as your partner --- or your junior, if you'd like. His name's Urashima Keitaro, and he is Kanako-san's dear Aniue. You could say, he's your --- or should I say? --- our safety net in case things get volatile again."
"Urashima --- Keitaro? That's HER onii-san?" I'm supposed to work with her big brother? How are these two even related? He's completely different from her!
"Lovely-desu, so this is Urashima-san's weak point!" Anya laughed merrily.
How the heck did this happen?
Little did Negi know that elsewhere, someone was watching exactly the same thing he was seeing. It was dark like a cavernous hall, filled only by the static ambience of forcefully circulated. Rows upon rows of monitors and screens, different shapes and different sizes, lined the walls, providing the only luminescence from the glares of the images reflected within.
"Ho, so that's Kaneko-chan's precious person, huh?" murmured a petite figure.
How unremarkable.
"Searching..." spoke another, tall and graceful. "Match Found. Urashima Keitaro --- Age: Eighteen, Blood type: AB, Height: One-Hundred Seventy-One centimeters, Weight: Sixty-Three kilos, Date of Birth: January Fifth..."
"That'll be quite enough."
"Yes, My Mistress."
Still, a weakness was a weakness and she would exploit this one without remorse. Evangeline A.K. McDowell was no fool, and soon she would have the ultimate servant at her side. Heh, she would also have to thank her newest "shadow" servant properly come the next full moon for all of her hard work, although the poor darling had no idea what had happened to her in the slightest bit.
"Nanomachines are great things, aren't they, Chachamaru? I think I'll stop by and congratulate Hakase-kun later on a job well done. We'll have to see about installing these little children into the other shadows later, won't we? Fufufufu."
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes:
And I'm back! It's that time of the week again, you know it; you love it. OOSHA! Episode 54! Gooo! And man, does the plot continue to thicken or what? Negi finally gets some much deserved help, but isn't all of this a little too convenient? It's awfully nice of his Grandfather and Konoemon-ojiisan to pull all these stops for him so that he doesn't get carried off to wizard prison in a heartbeat. Something's up for sure, and boy, does Keitaro know how to make a first impression or what?
It doesn't seem like Shizuna-sensei is going to forget this little accident any time soon. On the other hand, Takamichi seems perfectly willing to take on a potential protege. Negi, of course, wasn't too impressed. If anything he just got a whole lot more stressed out. And what's this? Someone ELSE knows about Keitaro too AND his weak point too? Hohoho, the future seems to be getting a whole lot more complicated. And just what will Evangeline next move be?
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, unless there's a double header this week, eh?): Peace out!
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Chapter 55:
A Formal Challenge
"Hmph, how low and common. You really are gutter trash. That must be why you're associating with that abomination behind you, isn't it?"
Tsudzuku!