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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 67:

Moving in is Embarrassing?

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

"NNNEEEEEGGGGGGGGIIIIIII!" a blonde-haired, blue-eyed blur squealed tearfully in English, as Negi found himself suddenly on the receiving end of a dreadful surprise attack!

Yes, it was the infamous "Maternal Sisterly Super Hot-Blooded Hug of Max Heart Love!", an astonishing maneuver of untamed pure affection that he had weathered now for close to six years. Over time, Negi had come to learn that its awesome power grew exponentially with each passing year, much to his private. It was a supreme feat that only one female, and perhaps, the most important female in his life could produce:

Nekane Springfield.

"Oh, you won't believe how worried I was about you today!"

"Waiii-desu, Negi-mate's back!" interrupted a disturbingly sugary, sweet comet of brown that glomped right onto Negi's back in the middle of the "Love-fest," turning the spectacle into a brilliant pincer attack.

Oh yes, the infamous "Maternal Sisterly Super Hot-Blooded Hug of Max Heart Love!" attack had now turned into the unstoppable, the awesome: "WE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU SOOOOOOOOOOOO MUUUUUUUCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH, NE-GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Charge! Love Heart!" combination strike. It was such an overwhelming display of affection that quite literally a pink glow complete with glittering sparkles and drifting sakura petals manifested themselves inside the foyer. All the while, the two females in question had no idea the object of their affections was desperately waving his magic staff in the air, tracing out a visible "SOS!" message for all to see.

He was apparently suffocating to death.

"Mmfmfmfhfhfmmffhmrrgggrrrfffghghfmfmfff-mmmmmmfffffff!"

"E-Etou, I think, um, Magi Negi would like some help," Setsuna remarked aloud a touch bashfully, her red expression more than a touch flustered. She was seriously beginning to wonder if she would ever get used to such blatant, open displays of affection. This spectacle at present, for example, was simply way too much (in her humble opinion)!

Kanako sweatdropped, shaking her head with a pained smile, as she turned her back on the festivities to close the entrance door shut. She definitely did not want other people catching a glimpse of something this --- absurdity --- in her own home. Whatever crazy things that happened here, in her opinion, she should try to stay here.

On the other hand, Keitaro...

"UUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Unbelievable! Can this BE. The Legendary. The one and only. 'CHARGE! LOVE HEART!' COMBINATION LOVE-LOVE ATTACK? UOOOOOooooooooooo! I'm burning up in the fires of...!"

...was all for it! He was quite literally powerposing, holding up a trembling fist into the air, as his spectacles shined with a fantastic inner light, accompanied by manly tears streamed from the corners of his eyes like waterfalls. Oh, how moved he was by this sight (even though he knew he really should jump in and break up the "lovefest" as Negi's struggles were growing noticeably weaker by the second)!

"Oh Kami-sama, this is getting retarded to the N-th degree!" Kanako disagreed flatly through clenched teeth, with a noticeable throbbing vein of rage on her brow. How this vein was seemingly super imposing itself through her bangs was a mystery few would ever solve, but what was needed right now was action. The raven-haired girl would be damned if she let this wild circus "love-love" freak show go on any longer!

Summoning her chakra, Kanako's hands flashed through a series of hand seals, before she promptly cried out:

"Ninpou: Kagebunshin no Jutsu!"

Unfortunately, she was a "little bit" overzealous at the time, so instead of having her blue chakra fan out stealthily and her shadow clones "materializing into space," there was an audible explosion of white smoke. Somebody screamed in a rather high-pitched ear-splitting shriek and chaos erupted on the spot. Slaps were thrown, hands were bitten, cloth was ripped, expletives were exchanged in a mix of English and Japanese, much screaming was tearing apart eardrums, and finally, somebody let loose with the mother of all sneezes. A whirlwind literally ripped through the foyer in a hair-raising, skirt flipping instant, clearing away all the smoke to reveal the end result.

And, boy, was it something special.

Kanako stared, slack-jawed, her hazel eyes wide with utter pale shock that sent her blanching white as a sheet. She could not comprehend the absurdity before her at all. No. Zero. Zip. Impossible. Amen. Nada. Hallelujah. HECK NO!

Across the way was a fairly attractive blonde-haired, blue-eyed screaming banshee (what relation she may have had to Negi Springfield, she did not know) wrestling with five of her noticeably and badly battered kagebunshin. Her modest blue skirt and white blouse were in utter tatters, revealing the rather lewd white garter hose she wore underneath on her shapely legs complete with shear white panties accompanied by a lacy Victoria's Secret bra (Winter Special Catalog Christmas Eve) 2002 comparable for an impressive "87 cm - D cup"! Oh, Kanako was not a happy customer, but apparently, it COULD get worse than just this buxom foreign woman (who she figured was about 4 years or so older than her dear big brother).

Next up was the mini-runt with tawny brown hair, who could have passed for Negi's sister (if he had one). She, too, was in a state of undress, but at least she was in much more modest slip accompanied by tiger-print panties (go figure on that one). The problem was, she was howling like Tarzan as she straddled a downed shadow clone with her "mighty" thighs, trying to deliver the final blow with her very shiny star-tipped wand. All the while seven --- yes --- seven other kagebunshin were desperately trying to hold back her apparent monstrous strength; this was plenty enough to make the situation worse, but oh, it STILL got worse.

There was Keitaro in all his glory POWERPOSING: shirt ripped open and his undershirt torn off to reveal his astonishingly MANLY barrel chest and six pack, the sort of stuff fangirls could only dream of, a feature Kanako was intrinsically proud of bringing about in him. What she was not so proud of was the numerous shadow clones of herself draped all over him with a pair groping longingly onto both of his legs, while another had oh-so-unfortunately pulled down his pants to reveal his boxer shorts. To make things worse another two of herself had pulled back his suit's coat to make space for another two ladies to glomp onto his shoulders and some more to cling onto his arms, but it did not end there either. Though, he at least had the decency to look surprised himself for good reasons too.

Held in his arms bridal-style, as a group of her shadow clones provided lighting and a handy fan to make his loosened necktie flutter bombastically in the wind, was Setsuna Sakurazaki. Oh no, not just ANY Setsuna Sakurazaki, but a blushing and SWOONING Setsuna Sakurazaki, who was having a literal "love heart" melt down, all her mental functions going kaput. It was a classic shoujo romance moment complete with (again) drifting rose petals, glittering stars, and a heart wrenching background of magical pink! Oh, how Kanako honestly felt that she had some kind brain aneurism coming on. She also noticed she was somehow personally stuck with ALL of the luggage for some reason, including her schoolbag, Setsuna's schoolbag, and the bizarre yojimbo girl's shinai bag.

And in the center of all this was a very confused and virtually untouched Negi Springfield with his magical staff in tow, bearing a simple declaration:

"Um, oops?"

"THIS ISN'T JUST 'OOPS!', NEGI-BAKA!"

Yup, this definitely was not a good way to make a first impression.

Things were rather tense at the moment--- in a kind of awkward, bizarre, understated way, by Kanako's reckoning. Nekane Springfield had complained with great conceited vanity how she would never get married properly now that a MAN had seen her. Earlier in the foyer fiasco, Keitaro had the misfortune of reading off her three vital measurements (87-58-89, Bust: D Cup!) perfectly, like he had known them all along, after he had gathered his senses together enough from the confusion only to lay eyes on the blasted blonde-haired woman. Then he proceeded to faint with a spectacular nosebleed as usual, except he somehow managed to stay on his feet, the trajectory of his nosebleed was as such that it all up ended back into his black coat; and on top of all that, he managed to hold onto Setsuna without dropping her rudely on her rump.

Now, the crazy woman was glaring at him, using every opportunity she could to spare a hated glance when she was not busy trembling in teary-eyed ecstasy over another tasty morsel, even though it was clearly her bloody fault! The raven-haired girl grit her teeth in silent chagrin, unable to accept that her cooking was presently feeding such a vain airhead (though she was conveniently ignoring she had caused this rift in the first place by unleashing her ninjutsu impulsively). The woman was a completely insufferable bi-polar personality, the likes of which Kanako was glad she had never been acquainted with until now.

One second Nekane was sugary sweet, such as when she was fawning over Negi. The next second she was angry as MOTHER-you-know-what when they were arguing over just who would be cooking dinner tonight. Of course, Keitaro had tried to make amends with Nekane, professing that he was just really lucky, but she was stubborn as a bear trap and snapped at him with the infamous baleful power of "The Look." How they had all managed to make it through dinner thus far was a miracle all in itself.

After the initial shock of outrage had worn off (not to mention Keitaro's latest fainting spell as an unnatural amount of negative energy literally began to build up around Nekane in a bruising bluish-black aura), Kanako had immediately slammed her foot down to start damage control. First things first, she interrogated Negi, extracted critical information to the identities of the buxom blonde-haired woman and the annoying twany-haired girl, learning that they were respectively Nekane Springfield and Anya Mireille Blanchett. The former was his cousin in reality as he had explained, though she was his big sister to him regardless, while the latter was his best friend from "School," who was also working here at Mahora Academy.

Good information, but what she really needed to know was where Nekane's bedroom was as the energy's were reaching a critical mass. The fool of a mage-boy could only give her a halfhearted answer that his sister's bedroom should be down the hallway from the living room. Apparently, he had yet to notice that the apartment had been completely remodeled at the time, so Kanako had no other choice but to marshal her shadow clones and send them off in a dead sprint towards the left hallway past the main living area, tossing Nekane and Anya quickly into separate rooms. They barely managed to slam the doors shut in time, as just moments later the resounding quake of an explosion from one of the bedrooms rumbled through the walls.

Kanako glared flatly at the sorrel-haired boy across the table, who jumped visibly in his seat when he accidentally caught her piercing gaze. Negi smiled weakly in an effort to defuse her indignation, before retreating back to his plate of "keema matar." Each bite of the spicy red beef curry was literally turning his face flush with tears streaming out of his bloodshot eyes, but he just could not get enough of it, enticed by the heavenly aroma of onions, garlic, and ginger. She supposed she should have been pretty proud of the turn out around the dining table, as her flat-mates and "family" --- yes, that most definitely included Setsuna --- were enjoying the meal in various states of gusto and reserve. The decision to whip up some sashimi and mochi cakes on the side to balance out the hot Indian curry was a wise one, certainly as she could tell plainly that some people had yet to get used to her "style."

Still, for a bunch of prude Brits, they were taking quite well to her spicy curry surprisingly.

She would never admit it aloud to anyone but Keitaro, but yes, Kanako was a "Curry Addict," though perhaps she may admit such a thing to her first friend in due time. It was the one niche cuisine she loved to prepare the most: so easy to learn, yet so hard to master. In fact, she had just gotten started introducing Setsuna to the sacred art with her beginner's recipe, "Shrimp Curry." Of course, what Kanako had not told the girl yet was that shrimp curry was also her dear big brother's favorite curry! Ohohoho! She could not wait to challenge Setsuna to a Curry Battle and show her exactly who has grasped the path to Keitaro's heart! Oh-HOHOHOHOHO!

Er, anyways, with the immediate danger of Nekane and Anya out of the way, Kanako took command of shadow clones, who had been roleplaying out an accompanying harem and movie production team for Keitaro and Setsuna. She sent them off to scout the premise, while she, personally, watched over Negi, daring him to even move an inch or utter a word out of turn. Of course, even if he was the one carrying a loaded "gun," so to speak, with his magic staff at hand, it would probably take longer than a few seconds for him to cast a spell, which would be way too late for him, and the boy certainly did not want to be beaten into a pulp any time soon.

Two of her kagebunshin returned quickly and confirmed Keitaro's earlier hypothesis when they had been filling Setsuna in on the missing gaps: Konoemon Konoe had delivered as promised and then some more on their accommodations. This remodeled apartment was fit to be a small penthouse, using a mix of traditional Japanese and foreign Western design. All the furnishings and appliances were top-notch, the best of luxury, while the apartment covered an area that would have normally been set aside for three apartments, which would explain their lack of neighbors. Conveniently, there were six bedrooms in all: three on the left hallway for the "Springfields" and three on the right hallway for the "Urashimas" where her other shadow clones were scurrying about unpacking their belongings and arranging them properly.

As he had explained earlier, Keitaro had made an appointment with their usual "movers" and paid some "hush-hush" money on the side, so they would not be too nosey about this affair. He also made other arrangements to see that their home in Nakano-ku was cared for, after all the utilities were shut down and vice-versa. They were expenses that Grandma Hina would notice in an instant when she came back from her world tour of hot springs, but until then, they would be safe for a little while.

Of course, she soon found out the "main" reason why the apartment was so big, as Headmaster Konoemon apparently had a very, very vibrant horndog's sense of humor. Both of the bedroom halls connected to one adjoining centralized and highly luxurious "bathhouse" complete with a sauna, showers, and even a skylight with a perfect picturesque view of the starry night sky. There was no full moon tonight, but she would not be surprised in the slight by what the symbolism of the view was intended for, not to mention the lack thereof locks on the doors or the intimate changing rooms.

Kanako supposed she would have to have a word with Nekane, regrettably, over dinner to work out the bathing arrangements, though in a way she was not completely against the mixed bathhouse. After all, it only made things more convenient for her and Keitaro. Being able to take baths together was the one thing she missed the most about Hinata Inn, and besides, she could use this as an excuse for his training to increase his tolerance to his "hypergynoallergic" reactions.

The remaining clones soon returned, reporting that all preparations were complete. All she had to do now was the hard part: 1. Shower Keitaro, get him a change of clothes, and revive him. 2. Revive Setsuna and get her presentable. 3. Go marshall the Springfields all into the bathhouse, get them cleaned up, and dressed properly. The next hour or so was a very hellish time as she was expending chakra almost constantly to replace her shadow clones that had to go retrieve Nekane Springfield and give her a bath in the presence of her unconscious brother. Not to mention, there was a very obstinate Negi Springfield, who refused to have his hair washed and shampooed.

In the backdrop of the shrill feminine shrieks and explosions, life in the kitchen was thankfully a lot more relaxing, and to her surprise, the Blanchett girl, Anya, was quite cooperative. She had emerged from her room, properly decent now, with an escort of Kanako's shadow clones and had asked promptly to help out with dinner. Of course, Kanako soon learned to only let Anya run small errands only of picking up ingredients and spices out from the cupboards and the pantry, as the little girl was rather --- incompetent --- in other tasks. She would have to see to working out some kind of organized system that both she and Springfields could use well enough to find what they needed.

Setsuna, on the other hand, required some more prodding than usual. When she had come to, the yojimbo had been in a kind of daze, wondering if she had been in a dream, but as soon as her mind began to work backwards, a bright crimson immediately colored her cheeks. Kanako had to tell her repeatedly to stop daydreaming and keep her mind on the cutting board before she accidentally chopped off her own fingers. Her repeated warnings would then lead to Setsuna giving a girlish start, apologizing profusely, and thus nicking a finger anyway.

After this happened for the third time, she healed the fool-headed girl's injuries and promptly banished her off to the living room before the humongous plasma TV to watch the news. Her remaining assistant, Anya, had the gall to point and laugh at her colleague's fate, which was a big mistake in Kanako's presence as the present "Mistress of the Kitchen." Soon, a teary-eyed Anya joined Setsuna in mutual resignation before the mind-numbing might of NHK News 7's prime time programming.

And the rest was ancient history...

"THANK YOU FOR THE MEAL!" cried four voices in unison, before they loudly gulped down several glasses of water in rapid succession.

To her left, Setsuna was trying to muster some semblance of dignity as she drank, her deep blush for once the result of something other than Keitaro. Across the table, the comical situation with the Springfields was a different story altogether. Nekane and Anya were presently wrestling over the pitcher, yowling like cats and dogs, while Negi chewed through one ice cube after another, as steam seemed to be hissing out of his ears.

Keitaro laughed jovially at everyone's reactions from his seat to her right, not quite finished with his meal yet as he ate at his usual staid pace, "Maa, maa, if you all thought that was spicy, you've seen nothing yet. Kanako-chan can still do better than that."

"Arigatou, Nii-san."

"Ho-! Hey, how come you barely touched your plate, Kanako-chan? You should be starving after all that chakra you used up earlier tonight."

"Don't worry. My curry tastes fine, even when it's just lukewarm. Besides, shouldn't we get to business?"

"Hm, sure. The mood feels just right, doesn't it?" He smiled sheepishly at her. Keitaro was never good at breaking "The News" to other people, but she did not mind it because there were some things only he could do and something only she could do. It was only together that they made the whole.

"Yes, let's..."

Now, she could only hope whatever she said here did not leave this apartment, until she could properly secure the premises...

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes:

A-one, a-two, a-three, and we're live! Episode 67 --- steady --- GO!

I really don't know how to come up with a good summary for this episode because it was just so gosh darned cute! Lots and lots of character driven mayhem and fun. More getting things together, budding character relationships, and first impressions; yeow!

So what's gonna happen next?

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

Reviewers and readers alike, I'd like to thank you all very much for your continued patronage. Remember, I 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: Semper Fidelis. Always faithful. Carry on.

Omake!

Naze Nani Glass Moon Desu

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Chapter 68:

So That's the Story

"Y-YOU! I haven't forgotten about you, so don't you 'Nekane-san'me, YOU PERVERT!"

Tsudzuku!