Reikai Sensei Kuwabara Chapter 31, a Yu Yu Hakusho + Negima! Magister Negi Magi/魔法先生ネギま！ Crossover fanfic

And so the build up to Mahora fest begins, and a new player is added to the field as well.

Potential pairing? You sure as hell won't find out just reading the foreword!

HEAVEN OR HELL?

LET'S RAWK!

31st period.

"Tadaima…" Kuwabara called out, still groggy from the train ride back from Kyoto, dumping his bags in the foyer of the cottage he shared with Eva and Chachamaru, noting from the clock that he had about six hours to sleep before work tomorrow 'And on a weekend too…Damn.'

"Hn, welcome back," Eva noted, looking up from her tea and quirking an eyebrow at the exhausted tantei, noting his aura had changed since his departure. Not that it had diminished any, if anything it had grown almost twice as much, but the way it flowed was a lot more contained than when he'd first arrived, like he'd finally stopped letting it run rampant through his system, even with those shackles on.

"Good evening, sensei." Chachamaru called out, dressed up in what to the tantei's shock looked like a lolita maid outfit, which caused Kuwabara to curse his years as a delinquent, and Yusuke's habit of hoarding porn in his room where Keiko couldn't find it, once again "Was the trip relaxing?"

"Oh yeah, fine." Kuwabara muttered, pulling out a bag of souvenirs, a carved cat and some Kyoto tea from the elder, and handing them to the gynoid 'If you count battling renegade mages, oni hordes and training in HELL as relaxing.' He muttered to himself, though he kept his features blank as Chachamaru accepted the gifts with a smile.

"Hoh? Sounds like I missed quite the party." Evangeline noted, smirking at the tantei over the rim of her cup when he blinked at her in confusion "The majority of my powers may be sealed sensei," she reminded him "but telepathy is a natural gift of a vampire, and not so easily curtailed."

"Don't you know it's rude to go peeping round in people's heads, Eva-chan?" Kuwabara muttered, earning a wry smirk from the lolita which made the hair on the back of his neck stand up like a cat's hackles.

"That's funny…coming from the one who went joy-riding through MY memories with the brat not too long ago." The vampire noted, smirking at Kuwabara's embarrassed flush "Hoh? Liked what you saw did you?" she scoffed confidently "Well I can't blame you, I WAS a sight to behold in those days."

"Yeah…I don't think I've seen anyone lose to leek and onion soup before." Kuwabara quipped back, smirking at the look of indignation on the vampire's face, Sayo giggling innocently from over his shoulder at how easily the tables had been turned.

"Feh…touché sensei." Evangeline muttered, only to blink at the sight of his face and quirk an eyebrow "Hoh? It seems someone made an impression on someone," she tilted her head at his cheek "a little Kyoto magic, Sensei?"

Kuwabara blinked, wondering what the lolita was on about, until Chachamaru pointed to his cheek, the tantei rubbing it, eyes widening in horror as he found the lipstick that came off on his fingers, blushing at the memory of Tsuruko's parting gift.

"Sensei? Your facial temperature has gone up ten degrees." Chachamaru informed the stammering tantei helpfully, even as her master's cackles echoed around them and Sayo turned an interesting shade of pink.

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"Goddammit..." Kuwabara muttered, walking through the halls of the academy, his face red with mortification, and from scrubbing Tsuruko's parting gift away with decidedly more vigor than was necessary "That explains the odd looks I was getting in the station…probably thought I was some kinda freak."

He sighed, shaking his head at the memory, trudging through the halls with the occasional mutter. At the very least it was a Sunday, so there was no fear of bumping into the denizens of 3A in the halls. It was almost amusing really, as bizarre as his class was, though bizarre really didn't cut it at times, they were at least regular students in the fact they didn't come near the school if they didn't have to.

"Ah, Kuwabara-kun." A familiar voice called out, the lanky professor turning from the staff room door to find a beaming Shizuna-sensei and Touko-sensei coming down the hall "Just the person I wanted to see! The Dean wants to speak with you."

'CRAP!' Kuwabara yelped, wondering if the old man had caught wind of the 'incident' in Kyoto, idly wondering if throwing himself out the window would hurt less than having an elder mage hurling spells at him, only for Touko-sensei to seize his arm, firmly but politely, and guide him down the hallway with them towards Konoemon's office before he could put his plans into action.

"Ah, Kuwabara-kun." The dean greeted, his tone amiable and unthreatening, putting the tantei at ease slightly, though it could all be just an act whilst the ladies were in the room, or Shizuna-sensei anyways, as he had no doubts Touko Sensei was part of the 'magic club' as well "Right on time, there's something I'd like to discuss with you…"

"It wasn't my fault!" Kuwabara insisted, throwing his arms in the air and waving them for all he was worth "There was this kid, and some huge-ass demon, and a bunch of really weird…" he trailed off at the Dean's bemused chuckling.

"Hohoho…I already know about THAT Kuwabara-kun." Konoemon assured the panicked young man with a twinkle in his eyes "Eishun contacted me the minute things settled down back in Kyoto." His eyes danced beneath his owlish eyebrows, a kind smile beneath his moustache "To be truthful I'm glad it was you, but that isn't the reason I summoned you here."

Kuwabara, still a little nervous, let out a sigh of relief and slumped his shoulders, a tremendous weight lifting from his shoulders in the assurance he wasn't about to be turned into a frog…or ermine as the case may be.

"You remember Tendo-sensei I presume?" Konoemon asked, watching the man's attention snap back into focus at the name, Touko-sensei's stern frown becoming slightly colder and Shizuna's impecable smile faltering for a brief second "Well regrettably, her dismissal left us without a physical instructor for some time," the old man sighed "and with how hectic things have been I couldn't get round to arranging a replacement." He chuckled good naturedly, turning to nod at Kuwabara "However, with the school trip out of the way, I'm happy to say I replacement has been found, and I'd like you to serve as her advisor."

"Me?" Kuwabara stammered, pointing at himself in confusion "But…wouldn't one of the others, like Shizuna-san, Touko-san or Takamichi be better?" he insisted, waving a hand at the ladies in question "I mean I've only been at this for a year at best!"

"That you have." Konoemon admitted, nodding in agreement with the tantei's statement as he paced behind his desk, stroking his beard in thought "However, I believe you're the best choice, seeing as you know her."

Kuwabara blinked, wondering what on earth the old codger was on about, only to look up as Shizuna answered a knock on the door, admitting a tall, though not as tall as Kuwabara, brunette into the room, her hair done up in a ponytail. "Ah," Konoemon greeted amicably "right on time, Kino-kun."

'Kino?' Kuwabara wondered, blinking as the name struck a cord somewhere in the back of his head, his brow furrowing in thought as he placed a finger to his forehead 'Waitaminute…wasn't there this one…'

"Kuwabara?" the brunette exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared at the tantei in shock, a smile forming on her face as he snapped out of his daze to gape at her "Is that really you? Small world!"

"Kino…Makoto?" Kuwabara stammered, looking the tall woman over, finally piecing her face to that of one of his fellow Todai graduates, one that had majored in Home Economics and Sports Science.

"Man it's been ages!" Makoto exclaimed, walking over and embracing the startled man, earning a quirked eyebrow from Touko-sensei and a reserved titter from Shizuna, who looked decidedly amused at how flustered the man looked "How you been you big lug?"

"Er…fine?" Kuwabara stammered, more than a little shocked at Makoto's forwardness, though she'd always been a friendly girl, before pushing her back gently, hands on her shoulders as he got a good lokm at her "But forget that, what're you doing here?"

"Same reason you are I suppose." Makoto replied with a smirk, her hands on her hips as she took a good look at him "Least your fashion sense has improved," she noted with approval "you ditched the pompadour?"

"Didn't have a choice." Kuwabara grumbled, rubbing his hands through his hair, missing Touko-sensei's eyes widen, the reserved woman mouthing the word 'Pompadour?!' at Shizuna, who merely tittered harder.

"Well now." Konoemon called out, inwardly suppressing a chuckle at the scene before him, Touko-sensei always was a sight when shaken after all, "As I was saying, Kuwabara-kun, I want you to show Kino-kun the ropes for the first week or so." He nodded at the two, who promptly seperated and stood to attention "After all, adjusting to Mahora can be quite taxing." he smiled at the tantei "Wouldn't you agree Kuwabara-kun?"

'Now there's the understatement of the year.' Kuwabara deadpanned, a sly smirk on his face as he looked off to the side, Makoto looking between the tantei and the dean in confusion.

"So you've been here for a year already?" Makoto wondered aloud, looking surprised at her fellow Todai graduate's revelation. The two of them had walked out of the Dean's office together, Konoemon insisting that Kuwabara show her around the main campus before classes. After all, covering ALL of Mahora would take about a week.

"Yup." Kuwabara admitted, walking with one hand in his pocket, the other holding his attaché case, a file-block stashed under one arm for the first class of the day "Man…can't believe it's been that long…" he snorted "guess that'd make me your-!" He trailed off sharply, shooting the brunette a concerned look, only to see her smile reassuringly.

"It's alright Kuwabara." Makoto assured the man, her smile gentle, though it didn't quite reach her eyes as she walked alongside him "I've…gotten over it." she sighed, looking up at the sky with a distant smile.

Kuwabara said nothing, but was internally berating himself for the slip, keeping an eye on the woman as they walked along. "How's Mizuno-san doing?" he asked, desperate to change the topic and honestly interested in how the shy bookworm was doing. She'd been a big help whilst cramming for the Todai exams, even though she was on a completely different course.

"Ami-chan? Oh she's doing great!" Makoto insisted, a wide, true smile on her face at the mention of her friend "She graduated with honors of course, and got into one of the top medical universities, she's aiming for a full doctors degree!"

"Knowing Mizuno-san she'll do fine." Kuwabara insisted, nodding confidently as they walked along, waving in greeting at a few students who called out to him, turning down an offer to play volleyball with a chuckle "And what about the other two?"

"Rei-chan had to move back to look after her family's temple." Makoto replied, referring to her fellow brunette, who if Kuwabara recalled right, wasn't exactly too fond of men, "But she's taking a correspondence course in law, I think she gets her degree later this year. And Minako-chan finished her degree in…"

Kuwabara smiled, watching the brunette natter on about her friends lives, glad that the earlier fumble was covered over.

He'd first met Kino Makoto at Tokyo University, where apparently she and a few of her friends had enrolled at the same time. The two of them had actually shared a dorm block, if not a room, with one another, it being better than having to commute every day, though they'd been ignorant of each other's existence until about halfway through their first year.

The first time the two had actually met in person had been at an on-campus grocery store. Kuwabara had stepped out for some take-out, as he wasn't in the mood for cup-ramen, and was heading back to the dorm with a bag of Chinese when he came across some would-be yakuza dropouts harassing a girl with short blue hair just outside the campus 7-11. Being the gentleman he was, Kuwabara had introduced himself by kicking the apparent leader upside the head, only to blink as a tall brunette with an equally surprised expression seemed to have the same idea, the two kicks sending the thug ass over elbow into a cigarette dispenser.

The resulting brawl had been mercilessly brutal, but Kuwabara had enough sense to pull his punches, so the worst the thugs had to worry about were the months before they could eat solids again. Afterwards Makoto, after checking on her bluenette friend, had thanked him for the assist, a grin on her face that was oddly infectious, the three of them beating feet back to the dorms as a downpour broke out, only to find they were bunking right next door to one another. Needless to say, there wasn't any leftover Chow Mein that night.

While they hadn't been close at first, they were on different courses after all, Makoto was the type that liked to get to know her neighbors, and Kuwabara probably would've been forced to live off take-out and cup-ramen for the duration of his stay at Todai where it not for the brunette popping over in the morning and evenings with leftovers and bento, occasionally dragging her friends, the Bluenette, Mizuno Ami, a raven haired beauty called Hino Rei, and a bubbly blonde called Aino Minako, over for cram sessions, as Kuwabara was the only one of them that had brought a kotatsu for the winter, and the central heating for the building was always on the fritz.

"We sure did have a blast in those days." Makoto sighed, recalling the exact same thing as the tantei as they walked along "Even Rei-chan didn't seemed to mind you after the first semester or so, and that's saying something!"

"I'll take your word for it." Kuwabara chuckled, recalling his first meeting with the fiery tempered law student. Apparently she'd never truly trusted men because of her father, and a string of bad boyfriends had apparently done the rest to jade her opinion of the opposite sex for some time. It wasn't until THAT incident that she'd warmed up to Kuwabara, at least enough that she didn't feel the need to have her pepper spray out in the open when she came to visit.

"So did they mention where you'd be staying?" he asked offhandedly, shaking his head as he tried to put the memory of THAT incident out of his thoughts, as the less he kept fretting about it the better.

"Oh the Dean said he was putting me up somewhere on campus." Makoto assured him, rifling through the file Shizuna had given her "Apparently it's this cute little cottage near the woods…Kuwabara?"

Kuwabara gaped at the woman, his eyes widening with a hint of dread at her words, slowly turning to looked at the picture of Eva's cottage she held in her hands, before promptly looking up at the sky and weeping.

"Why?"

Koenma gripped the sides of his chair as an earthquake shook the entire building, only the sheer weight of the stacks of paper keeping them on his desk, much to his combined ire and relief. George, who had come in with another load, promptly threw them in the air and raced for the doorway, bracing himself in it with a yelp of terror. "Koenma-sama!" the ogre cried out, his voice laced with terror, as usual, as he looked to the pacifier sucking deity for help "What's going on?!"

"How the hell should I know?!" The currently teenage monarch snapped, trying to remain upright in his chair, whilst simultaneously resisting the urge to revert to his toddler form from the shock. "This is almost like one of Dad's tantrums! But those NEVER affected us like this!"

"Sir." Ayame called out, materializing out of thin air on her oar, as calm as can be as she lowered herself to the floor "Nothing to worry about, apparently the higher ups are simply in a rather jovial mood."

"Oh boy…" Koenma muttered, shaking his head in pity at whichever poor sap the various pantheons were currently toying with in their boredom. Whoever it was apparently garnered as much amusement as that Saotome Ranma fellow, if the resulting mirth could rock the very foundations of reikai itself.

Saotome Ranma sneezed, looking up in confusion from his perch atop the training posts in his backyard, where he'd been meditating. He didn't know how or why, but he had the strangest sensation that someone had challenged him somehow.

But that was impossible, no one knew where he was, as if anyone could locate his dojo, hidden deep within the Musk territories where no Amazon dared to tread, and he'd long since made peace with his various rivals over the years. One of them, Herb, Dragon Prince of the Musk and fellow Nyanichuan victim, had adopted him into the Musk as a fellow warrior, with no strings attached, other than the occasional spar with the monarch whenever they had the time.

'Must be getting paranoid.' The martial artist muttered, leaping off the pole, his ever present ponytail tapping between his shoulder-blades as he landed, leaning casually out of the path of a flying kick from the rear.

"Otou-san!" a ten year old redhead cheered, dressed in Maoist clothes, her hair done up in cute plaits as she sank into a ready stance, one hand extended towards him, the other in a fist near her skull "You promised you'd spar with me!"

"That I did." Ranma chuckled, striking out quickly and catching a second assailant out of thin air, hurling him onto the ground with a snort "You too, Tatsu?"

The large teen grumbled, but rose to his feet with fluid grace that belied his size, sinking into a stance that was notably different from the redhead's, his eyes watching Ranma's every move. "Yare-yare…and here I thought I'd escaped." Ranma chuckled, before motioning them to advance "Come on then!"

'I swear ta whichever kami's listening that someone up there must be against me.' Kuwabara muttered, as he lead the way through the woods towards Eva's cottage 'Either that or the old man thinks he's some sorta matchmaker...and personally I'm leaning more towards the latter.'

"Looks like we're roomies huh?" Makoto noted offhandedly, grinning at the look of distress on the man's face and putting a hand on her hip to glare at him in mock anger "What? Am I that repulsive?"

"Not at all!" Kuwabara stammered, looking alarmed that she'd think so, only to calm down as he saw the amusement in her eyes "It's just…well, people talk…" he frowned as Asakura's grinning face appeared in his mind, her camera at the ready "And Mahora's got it's own paparazzi."

"Let 'em talk." Makoto scoffed, slinging her suitcase over her shoulder in a away that drew attention to her breasts beneath her blouse, much to Kuwabara's consternation "Hell it'd be pretty boring round here without a little spice in the works!"

"Spice…right…" Kuwabara muttered, shaking his head and praying to high heaven that Evangeline was in a semi-pleasant mood. The high-daylight walker had been abed with hay fever again, so her mood could be anywhere between annoyed and murderous right now, and he really didn't feel liked having to play human shield, sealed powers or not.

He looked up however, as the sound of feminine screams tore through the evening air, the inside of the usually sedate cottage rattling with the telltale sounds of a catfight, complete with the occasional feline snarl and the sounds of breaking china.

"What in th' Hey?!" the tantei stammered, opening the door just in time to receive a shoe to the face, standing their stolidly as the article of footwear slid to the floor, glaring inside the cottage at the perpetrators, noting with surprise that Negi and Asuna had apparently stopped by for a visit.

"Another free-loader?" Eva huffed, Chachamaru having seen Negi and Asuna off, the redhead still red in the face from nailing Kuwabara with her size 10 and a halves "Does the old fart think I'm running an inn or something?"

"Watch it!" Kuwabara hissed, looking over his shoulder, sighing in relief as he watched Chachamaru lead Makoto up the stairs to one of the spare bedrooms "Makoto doesn't know about magic or any of that stuff! And I don't know about you but I don't feel like joining the furry club any time soon!"

"Feh, they won't do anything to me." Evangeline muttered confidently, waving a hand in dismissal, "I'm already stuck in this high school hell after all." She shot him a knowing look "And I'll bet they'll have a hard time pinning anything on you anyways."

Kuwabara said nothing, but he didn't miss the knowing glint in the vampire's eyes. Sometimes it was easy to forget she was even older than Genkai, what with her form being that of a child's, but it was moments like these, when the weight of her accumulated wisdom was looking him in the face, that Kuwabara couldn't help but feel inferior in some way. Like a child trying to tell off an adult ten times more experienced.

"Thanks for the tea by the way." Evangeline added as an afterthought, sipping the Kyoto blend with a sigh "Nice of Eishun to remember my hay fever, say what you like about him, he was one of the few decent ones Nagi hung out with…if a bit of a prude."

Kuwabara snorted at that, recalling the random incidents at the onsen when he and the elder had been walked in on by either the denizens of 3A or the seemingly endless amount of priestesses that served the temple, and left the vampire lolita to her tea, ruffling her hair daringly, only to receive a swat to the wrist and a glare for his trouble.

'Time enough ta worry about tomorrow when it happens.' he reasoned,helping Makoto carry her things up the stairs to the bedroom that had been prepared for her by Chachamaru 'Right now all Iwanna do is get some sleep.'

Evangeline scowled at the tantei as he climbed the stairs, a light blush adorning her cheeks from having her hair ruffled so familiarly. One the one hand it was embarrassing to be treated like a child, when by all rights she was possibly the oldest living, for lack of a better term, being on the planet. But on the other, the feeling of acceptance and warmth that came with the gesture sent a guilty thrill through the part of her that had long since been starved for attention.

'Then there's the OTHER benefit of keeping him around.' She admitted, looking down at her legs with a small smirk. Though barely noticeable, she had begun to outgrow her nightdresses, a clear sign that her body, long since frozen in a prepubescent state, was beginning to develop.

There was no precedent for this happening before, by all rights, having attained High Daylight Walker status, her body should have been firmly rooted into its form, a template for which her advanced regenerative powers could restore any damage incurred. But drinking a few cups worth of Kuwabara's blood, at least half a cup a day, had nonetheless caused a series of small growth spurts, so much so that she already had to send Chachamaru to covertly acquire a larger set of school shoes.

Evangeline was determined to keep these findings secret, it wouldn't do, after all, for Konoemon to catch wind of them and put a stop to her plans before they were put into action. And Kuwabara didn't really miss that much blood anyways, as Chachamaru could be quite silent when she worked, quiet enough to slip past a certain friendly ghost, and the gynoid's lack of discernable aura meant there was no fear of alerting the tantei to their goings on.

Admittedly, having a new roommate could complicate things, especially if Evangeline's suspicions about the apparently mundane Miss Kino bore any fruit, but Chachamaru could outwait anyone, and Evangeline wasn't exactly in a hurry either.

'Just you wait, Nagi.' She chuckled, looking down at her teacup, where the face of the thousand master could be briefly seen 'Your little barrier won't hold me here for much longer.' She chuckled to herself 'Hm…I wonder if the graduation ceremonies are as fun as they look?'

Start the Nadesico music!

Narrator: A new term begins! Bringing with it chances of new encounters!

Makoto: KYAAH!

Kuwabara: DAH-HA?!

Narrator: But time rests not for the wicked, and our hero must strive to protect his rosy highschool life!

Kuwabara: I'm not a highschooler anymore dammit!

Narrator: And what's this?! Could Negi actually have made his choice?!

Ayaka: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Next time on Reikai sensei Kuwabara: STRIKE! My heart shall not rest in the gutter!

Ku Fei: What crazy man talk about, aru?

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