Reikai Sensei Kuwabara Chapter 27, a Yu Yu Hakusho + Negima! Magister Negi Magi/魔法先生ネギま！ Crossover fanfic

Woo...things are heating up for the Negima crew!

Will Sukuna raise Kyoto to the ground? Or will Hiei beat him to it?

Let's find out shall we"

Heaven or hell?

LET'S RAWK!

27th period.

"What in the nine rings of hell is that?!" Hiei snapped, whipping round to glare at the pillar of light, his Jagan locking on to a fairly impressive Youki rising gradually along with it "Damn, how in the hell'd something that big slip under the radar?!"

"It seems the dissenters' plans have succeeded." Tsuruko opined, slipping out of her battle mode as she spoke, though her eyes still possessed a dangerous glint "Oh well, nothing to worry about."

"Are you insane woman!?" Hiei snapped, rounding on her in a fury that had been known to make even Mukuro raise an eyebrow "An S-rank Youkai is about to materialize on this plane and you say there's nothing to worry about?!"

"SAY WHAT?!" the assorted survivors of the horde yelped, knowing that to an S-rank demon they were no more than ants, or worse, yet, finger food "SCREW THIS WE'RE OUT OF HERE!" they yelled, throwing down their weapons and scattering into the woods, much to the annoyance of Hiei and Ku Fei.

"NO RUN ARU!" the Chinese kempoist called out, her eyes circles of fury as she stomped her feet in frustration as her prey, erm, challengers, made for the hills "COME BACK AND FIGHT LIKE MEN-ARU!"

"Your priorities sure are screwed Fei." Mana muttered, though she didn't stop taking potshots at the retreating demons, sending more than a few back whence they came, some sighing with relief as they did so.

"Hey…how come you aren't running away?" Asuna wondered, looking up at her opponents, the Oni leader and his Kitsune-onna companion, who merely watched the proceedings with a look on interest, or as much could be seen from their faces anyway.

"Meh, if we're gonna die anyway, may as well go down fighting." The big guy muttered offhandedly, raising his massive club to his shoulder "Besides, either way we're in for a hiding once Mukuro-sama gets a hold of us."

"Stop saying her name dammit!" one of the few remaining lackey oni called out, looking around fearfully as if merely saying it would act as a summons "We're in enough hot water as is!"

'Something tells me I don't want to meet this 'Mukuro' person.' Asuna deduced, wisely vowing to avoid anyone by that name in the future.

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'How strange…' Mukuro noted, wiping her nose delicately as she paused in her task at hand 'Is there a breeze in here? Maybe I should have the room checked out.'

Shrugging, she went back to her hobby, namely the 'preening' of her stepfather/slave master with a rusty pair of shears, designed to be used on the various carnivorous plants of Makai. The old demon's screams of agony were a delightful melody to her, and those who worked under her knew better than to interrupt it.

"This is the vaunted prodigal son of the Thousand Master?" the albino youth muttered, cocking an eyebrow in aloof disdain as he held Negi's arm in a vice-grip "How boring…it would appear I seriously over-estimated you."

"You think so?" Negi asked, smiling at the youth despite the pain from his arm, before slapping the palm of his free hand into his opponent's midriff, a burst of magical energy enveloping him.

"A delayed spell?" the youth wondered, surprise registering on his face as he felt the bonds tighten around him. Now admittedly he could snap such a spell within a few minutes, but still the fact the boy had advanced so much to pull it on him...impressive.

"Hell yeah!" Chamo jeered, giving the albino youth the finger salute "Aniki cast Sagitta Magica while we were in the mist! And At point blank-range your anti-magic barrier ain't worth shit, so who's laughing now bitch!"

"How unpleasant…" the youth muttered, his face aloof once more "Do you really think I won't be able to break out of this eventually?" he eyed the ermine coldly, before switching his gaze to Negi "That said, you've made some terrific progress, I'm actually wont to change my opinion of you."

"Hah, act all cool if you want loser!" Chamo mocked, flipping the ermine equivalent of the bird at the trapped youth "It may be one of the basics, but that still gives us a ten second window to escape with Konoka-nee…san?"

He trailed off, gaping not at the spot where Konoka was decidedly NOT laying, but rather at the pillar of light that had formed behind it. "Fufufufu…you were saying?" Chigusa called out, a look of smug glee on her face as she levitated above the massive, glowing form of the biggest damn oni the two had ever seen, Konoka hovering prone before her "The ritual…was a success."

"What the hell?!" Chamo gaped, even as Negi gripped his staff in alarm, gazing up at the behemoth with a dread he hadn't felt since that night so long ago "That thing is...that thing's huge! Where in the hell did it come from!?"

"This is Ryoumen-Sukuna-no-kami" Chigusa introduced, hovering near the giant's face, a smug smirk adorning her own "A two-faced, four armed Demon-God that was defeated close to 1600 years ago." She smirked at the two confidently "They say it's over 180 feet high, but he's clearly bigger than that, in truth, it's a little scary."

All signs of confidence failed as she felt the magical energies of the Thousand Master's son surge once again, lightning and wind gathering around him as he finished his high level incantation, having chanted it while she was basking in her own self-importance.

"JOVIS TEMPESTAS FULGURIENS!" Negi yelled, launching the full might of his strongest attack spell at the towering behemoth, wind and thunder combining in a murderous tempest that would, surely, send it back to whence it came.

Thus it was quite the come down when Sukuna took it head on without flinching, the spell teetering out, leaving the giant unharmed and apparently unfazed, as if he'd merely experienced a spring breeze.

"…We're gonna die aren't we?" Chamo whimpered, fighting the urge to flee and piss himself as he gazed up at the monstrosity, Chigusa mocking laughter raining down on them from on high, accompanied by the shattering of the restraints holding the youth he'd been mocking only seconds earlier.

"You fought well…Negi-kun." The youth offered, as if that made all the difference in the world to the distraught eleven year old before him "However, I'm afraid it just wasn't enough at your current level."

'Crap in a hat with sprinkles what are we gonna do?!' Chamo thought, his mind racing out of sheer terror as the horror advanced on them like some shotacon harbinger of death 'There's no way in hell he's forgotten that ribbing I gave him earlier…' his heart rate accelerated to mach-5 as he caught the glare the youth sent his way 'HE DEFINITELY HASN'T FORGOTEEN!' he squealed, only to blink in realization 'Of course! The pactio-functions!'

"We gotta get over there!" Asuna yelled, fighting through the stragglers that remained of the demons Chigusa had summoned "Negi needs our help!"

"A little busy here!" Setsuna called out, locked in a battle to the death with Tsukuyomi, who just wouldn't stop that annoying giggling no matter how hard she fought back.

"Ooh Sempai I like it rough!" the bespectacled psychopath teased, earning a disgusted glare from Setsuna as she warded her off with a point blank Hyakaretsu-Oukazan "Ara! So pretty!"

"Dammit woman I keep telling you I don't have time for this!" Hiei yelled, trying to leap towards the light, only for Tsuruko to keep getting in his way, lashing out at him with ki-techniques that kept driving him back.

"Kukukuku…" the shihan chuckled, her eyes glowing golden as she brought the full brunt of her power, long denied by her retirement, to the fore, putting a large rent in the demon's cloak as they fought "Hiei-san, don't you know it's impolite to cut and run?"

"I'll show you impolite you deranged wench!" the red-eyed Koorime snarled, his hair-trigger temper finally snapping as he ripped the damaged cloak from his frame, revealing his toned physique to all before blurring out of sight, reappearing inside Tsuruko's guard and lashing out with his fists "ENSATSU: RENGOKU-SHOU!"

"Tsuruko-shishou!" Setsuna yelled out, eyeing the flaming form of her master in horror, only to blink in confusion as the form fell into the lake, the flames dispersing to reveal a badly pummeled member of the bird tribe.

"Kawarimi?" Hiei muttered, eyeing the smoking remains of his impromptu punching bag, before shooting a calculative glare towards a smiling Tsuruko, who stood not ten feet away "I thought you were a samurai, woman."

"Simply because I dress this way and carry a sword does not mean I am a samurai." Tsuruko countered "The Shinmeiryuu has gathered warriors of from all forms of fighting throughout Japan, the fact that Kenjutsu majors heavily in our repertoire is merely a coincidence."

"So it would seem." Hiei noted, drawing his own sword again with a smirk "And here I thought I'd be bored…"

And with that, the titans clashed once again.

"Ooh! Him strong Aru!" Ku Fei noted admirably, literally chomping at the bit at the idea of fighting the red-eyed swordsman as she mopped up the last of the stragglers.

"Down Fei." Mana warned, shooting the girl a warning look as she popped caps in several demonic heinies "Unless you want to visit the afterlife early."

"Not stupid Aru." Baka Yellow countered, pouting slightly "Getting involved in master fight is stupid, wait till she finished before making challenge."

"If there's anything left to challenge." Mana muttered, a little part of her hoping the short little prick was made a head shorter; that had been her favorite air rifle he'd destroyed, and she was feeling a little testy about it, though she had to admit, the little guy definitely lived up to his reputation.

You didn't do Mana's kind of work without picking up a few contacts here and there, and any mercenary with their fingers in the paranormal aspects of the world knew something of the Dark Tournament, more specifically why it deserved the capitals. Many a merc had been 'invited' to matches as 'guests' in the past, all talented men and women known for having a knack of coming out of anything relatively unscathed. Too few made it back in one piece, and even less had done so alive.

In fact, in the entire history of the DT, there had only been two instances that the guest teams had won. The first had been the infamous 'Beasts', a five-man team consisting of the now famed psychic Genkai, and the duo that would later be known throughout the criminal underworld as the Toguro brothers. The remaining two members had opted to keep their names hidden, but Mana had a sneaking suspicion about at least one of them.

Asuna was about to leap into the fray with Setsuna when Chamo's distressed voice called out to them, their eyes widening and, in Setsuna's case, leaving an opening that Tsukuyomi was all to happy to take advantage off.

'Damn! This had best be good Chamo-san!' Setsuna groused, wincing at the narrow cut up her flank and delivering a strike of her own to ward the bespectacled blonde off 'I'm a little busy here!'

'Setsuna-san! Ane-san!' the ermine's ghostly voice called out, sounding hysterical 'Aniki needs your-!'

There was an audible squeaking noise, akin to someone stepping on a plushy, and then the mental contact was gone as quickly as it came, leaving a pit of dread in both girls' stomachs.

"Did you really think I wouldn't know about the summoning aspects of Pactio?" the albino youth muttered, one foot holding Chamo down whilst he held a battered looking Negi up by the front of his shirt "You're a wily little rat I'll give you that…but the time for games is long since past."

Negi coughed, trying to muster the sparse remnants of magic available to him, but was finding it hard to do so with his windpipe being choked off. It was like the youth's hand was an iron vice; there was certainly something cold and clammy to his touch, as if he was devoid of life. 'Have to concentrate…' the Welshman gasped, closing his eyes to focus all his attention on the task at hand 'Gather…all my remaining magic…in my hand…'

"Now…how to deal with you…" the youth muttered, grinding his foot into Chamo's back, earning a squeal of pain from the ermine "I must admit I'm not one for animal torture…" his gaze drilled into Chamo like a mercury bullet "But in your case…"

"Contract active for half a second…" Negi whispered, the youth's eyes widening even as a fist packed with the sum total of the Welshman's remaining power rammed into his cheek "NEGI SPRINGFIELDES!"

The force of the impact caught the youth off guard, he had thought that Negi was completely tapped out, that even if he'd mustered enough magical energy it wouldn't have been enough to power the most basic spell. He had never anticipated that the youth, who was notorious for his book learning, would do something as innovative as using the pactio enhancement on himself, something only the most experienced combat mages did.

"Aniki!" Chamo yelled, slipping out from under his tormentor and rushing to Negi, who had stumbled out of the youth's clutches when the blow had collided "C'mon! We gotta get out of here before-!"

"No-one…" the youth mumbled, his voice trembling with something akin to rage "No-one has EVER struck me before…" his head snapped round, eyes positively glowing with emotion despite the neutrality of his features, his fist reared back and crackling with magic "NEGI SPRINGFIELD!"

The youth's retaliatory strike caught Negi in the stomach, forcing all the air out of his lungs and sending the poor pre-teen crashing into the small podium where Konoka had lain not moments before, something inside his screaming at the contact with the unforgiving wood.

"That sounded like your left arm…" the youth noted offhandedly, wiping a smudge of blood from his lip, Negi's gasps of pain drowned in the noise of Sukuna powering up, waves crashing against the pagoda "What say I give you a matching set?"

Negi gasped, looking up through the haze of pain at the youth as he began chanting in what sounded like Latin, the Welshman's eyes widening as he recognized the high level petrifaction spell from his time in the libraries at the academy. But there was little the youth could do but lay there and watch as the youth continued to cast, Chamo's selfless attempt at interrupting the spell thwarted as the youth backhanded him without looking away from his prey.

And then something was looming behind the youth, a shadow whose appearance was so sudden, so unexpected, that for a moment Negi wondered if he was hallucinating. That ended the minute a hand lashed out, grabbing the youth by the neck and smashing him, face first, into one of the stone lanterns that decorated the wooden walkway, cutting off his incantation. 'Who…?' Negi wondered, his eyes already swimming in and out of focus as he felt a strong pair of arms pick him up, wrapping him in warm cloth as it went.

"Rest now…" a voice ordered, so strong and kind Negi felt his aching body relax just hearing it "I'll finish this…"

"Father?" Negi whispered, only for darkness to claim him in it's blissful embrace.

"This is becoming more annoying by the moment." The albino youth muttered sullenly, his face calm despite the irritation blazing behind his half-shut eyes, blood trailing from his hair to his chin from his forced meeting with the masonry "But then that's what I get for letting my guard down." He turned, eyeing the figure before him with equal parts disdain and approval "Ah…I had wondered where you'd disappeared to…had fun with the Shinmeiryuu did you…Kuwabara Kazuma?"

Kuwabara, for indeed it was he, stood up from where he'd left Negi, resting in the folds of what remained of his uwagi, leaving him bare-chested, the tattered remains of his hakama and the scars and scratches adorning his body giving testament of his time at the dojo.

"Still…" the youth muttered, getting to his feet and dusting himself off as he watched the silent tantei with a hint of wariness in those normally detached eyes "rather un-chivalrous of you, ambushing a child from behind."

"I have a history with brats outshinin' me 'cause I let my guard down around 'em." Kuwabara shot back, his tone level and decidedly cold, his game-face at full force and the hilt of his Tameshi no ken held in place at his waist by the bindings of his hakama "One I don't intend ta repeat."

"So you say…" the youth noted, wiping a last drop of blood from the corner of his lip and running his fingers through his hair, "and I'll admit, facing one of the so-called 'guardians of the human world' sounds a little tempting…" he eyed the tantei coldly "But I already know all about your skills…" he sniffed "or lack thereof, and quite frankly, I'm unimpressed with a half dead man with no discipline or proper training."

A flash of light lashed out, the youth's eyes widening as he leapt aside, though not quite fast enough to avoid a slice to his flank that caused blood to spurt. 'Fast!' he noted, eyes wide in alarm for the first time as he flipped onto the walkway, one hand pressed to his side as he eyed the man before him warily.

"That what they're sayin 'bout me now?" Kuwabara asked, a smirk on his face as he stood up, revealing the hilt of his Tameshi no ken in his hand, a glowing, solid looking Katana of reiki blossoming from the hilt, rather than his former, crude rendition of a light saber. The blade was at least ten feet long, and as the wound in the youth's side was testament to, VERY sharp.

"Then I think it's time you updated that little dossier of mine." The tantei chuckled, moving so that he was pointing the blade of reiki at the youth, his eyes deadly serious "'Cause I ain't th' same man I was then."

"What the devil is going on down there?" Chigusa muttered, trying to get a glimpse of the proceedings, but the mist kicked up by the scuffle between her companion and the son of the thousand master persisted. "That newcomer better be pulling his wait for the price I dished out." She muttered, squinting into the mist, idly wondering if she should just use Sukuna to squash the pests and be done with it, it wasn't like she cared if the spawn of the hated Thousand Master was turned into pancake.

A flash of light lashed out of the mist, Sukuna howling in rage as one of it's arms was severed at the shoulder, crashing into the lake and sending waves crashing against the shore. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Chigusa yelped, holding on for dear life as the titan tossed it's head like a raging bull "What could've done that?!"

At that moment, her back-up, the little pale teen, landed on the head of Sukuna, looking a little ragged, a stark contrast to his usual calm exterior. "What the hell is going on down there?!" Chigusa demanded of the teen, only to blanch as she espied his right arm…or what was left of it.

"I…underestimated him…" the youth muttered, eyeing the fog beneath them with an evaluative expression in his normally cold eyes, like a cat that had just had it's paw bitten by a mouse. His right arm, or rather the stump of it, stinging from the contact with the man's blade, though no blood flowed from the wound.

"What on earth…" Chigusa began, only to scream as something, or rather someone, landed between them with two glowing swords of reiki, spinning like a top to drive them apart, before lunging towards her, eyes locked onto Konoka's slumbering frame. "DAMMIT! Don't underestimate me!" the talisman user cried, summoning her bear and monkey golems, only to pale as Kuwabara tore right through them, his eyes cold as he lunged straight past her destroyed protectors, his reiken, so much more deadly looking than before, aimed right at Chigusa's throat.

The talisman user shut her eyes, holding her hands before her in a feeble attempt to ward off her oncoming death…only to crack them open seconds later when the point of the blade never came, blinking in confusion, only to realize just how easily she'd been duped. "Dammit!" she snarled, whirling round to see Kuwabara falling back to the stage, a half-roused Konoka stirring in his arms as the enchantments keeping her asleep, and under Chigusa's control, were destroyed "This isn't over!" she swore, brining her talismans to bear "I still control the powers of Sukuna! I'll blast you off the face of the earth!"

"Mm…wha?" Konoka wondered, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she looked around in confusion, still a little drowsy from the long sleep "Where am I? I was dreaming about monkeys and Set-chan…"

"You okay there, Konoka-san?" a familiar voice called out, prompting the granddaughter of the dean to gaze up into the concerned features of her science professor as he held her secure in his arms.

"Kuwabara…sensei…?" she wondered, blinking in confusion at the sight of the tall, friendly professor, wondering why on earth he was shirtless…until a sudden breeze caused her to shiver "Wait…why am I…" she wondered, only to flush crimson and cover her face "KYAAH! Don't look at me!"

"S-sorry!" Kuwabara stammered, landing awkwardly and readjusting the cloth that Chigusa had wrapped the girl in out of a twisted form of respect for her nudity "I didn't see anything! I swear!"

"It…it's not that…" Konoka stammered, a hint of embarrassment in her tone as she buried her face in her hands "It's just…during the spell…" her blush deepened "I…kinda liked it…"

Kuwabara cocked an eyebrow in confusion, which prompted another embarrassed squeal from the girl as she shook her head, hands on her cheeks 'Well, least she's back ta normal…' he noted in wry amusement, setting the girl down next to Negi, where she promptly turned her attention to the injured mage 'That said…what in th' hell'm I gonna do about THAT?'

Behind them, Sukuna roared defiance at them man, it's great, multi-faced horned head turning to regard him with eyes that were devoid of anything other than bestial intelligence…and anger.

'Guess he didn't like having an arm cut off.' Kuwabara noted, smirking at the monster, feeling oddly calm despite himself 'Man…back in th' day I'd have been pissing myself about now.' He snorted, recalling those long gone days with wry amusement 'Hiei and Urameshi'd run in headfirst whilst Kurama and I held back, jumping in if they needed back-up…or at least I did.'

He frowned, clenching his fist as he stepped in front of the two youths behind him, his palm glowing with golden reiki as he glared up at the monstrosity that threatened them. 'Not this time though.' He growled, pumping more and more reiki into his palm 'This time, I gotta put this guy down by myself.'

"Sensei?" Konoka called out, her eyes widening in amazement as the shirtless man's hand began to glow golden, small arcs of what looked like electricity rising off it. They widened further as a glowing, double edge blade formed in his hands, looking like one of those medieval, triangular tipped broadsword than a katana.

"Konoka…" Kuwabara muttered, not looking at the girl as he held the weapon to the side, both hands wrapped around the hilt in a standard batters pitch "Keep your head down."

That was all the warning the girl got before Sukuna, who'd been powering up during the entire time, let loose a powerful blast of youki from it's mouth, the beam heading right towards them, bathing the area in a white, alien light.

Cue the nadesico music!

OH NOES! SUKUNA IS FIRIN HIS LAYZAR!

Sukuna: BWAAAAGH!!!

Can Kuwabara hope to defeat this horror?

Sukuna: BWAAAAGH!!!

And will Konoka ever get a pair of pants?

Konoka: KYAAA! Setchan!

Setsuna: O-OJOUSAMA?!?!

Next time on Reikai Sensei kuwabara: Clash! My Weapon is greater than yours!

Sukuna: ... ... ... BWAAAAGH!!!

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