Another thing I wrote long ago. Never poste here. Here yah go.

I still don't own Negima.

~Finalage.

Being someone else, leaving himself behind, that is what he had done.

He had hopes that one day, he would come back to find himself again, one day, settle this pain within him, once and for all, resolve it all...Just so that he could be himself.

The world, it had shown him no mercy. From him, it had needed a hero. He was a simple boy, a child, brilliant, strong.

From him, they had taken...everything. He was once a simple, innocent soul, his drive to find security, peace...his father.

Somewhere along the way... He had lost that simple beauty.

He had picked up a banner, had lost his purpose. What was it that he had fought so hard for? To save a world? That had never been his intention, not for the boy who had once cried quietly into the night, causing trouble in hopes of bringing back his father... His fists clenched tight as he gathered his power, his eyes casting upon the form, the simulacra...of his Master.

Not even her...she wasn't real.

To a boy who could not find himself, what good was guidance from a shadow? Magica Erebia, it swirled around him, feeding upon his thoughts, exerting itself as his mind dolled out the power, the words, sweet upon his silent tongue.

It...it understood.

He felt his emotions...they gave him peace. As long as he could still feel...He was human.

Drunk.

On power, upon emotion, he let loose, feeling the rage flow.

Who was he angry at?

Everybody.

Who should perish?

Everyone.

Never again. No one understood, damn it. Eyes alight, he saw Eva strike out at him, and instincts took over, his body slipping away, smooth. Quick, he shot at her, taking her by the blind side, swiping her, her eyes were wide...yet she evaded him. No one understands you Negi. Your drive, your fight, your supremacy. No one understands that you have already failed. They place you up against impossible feats, expecting...yet when you fail, they reveal. Only a test, the child is not worthy.

Never again.

Lies and liars, all one and the same. Negi jumped up, his body a pure black, his power solid, forming fur, claws...he was a beast, a true beast of darkness, whispers licking his air, sowing fear in the hearts of all around...even his opponent should feel it, his strike sent her stumbling in the air, forwards, her blind side, now! His strike met air as her hand formed a blade of light, striking out, consuming him, blasting him back, staking him to the ground...even so, it shattered against him, his force was too great for that.

"Boy! You'll never find the answer like that!"

Screw the answer.

The answer was a lie.

The truth was within him, the truth was this. He charged the shadow, watching her melt away, a mist upon the breeze...his foot dug into her as he passed, he could have sworn, he heard a gasp.

Weak.

Again, the blind side! Annoying like this, he is! ...What? Again?! From the air, he crashed into her, his lightning form shining bright, surprising the other, sending her tumbling to the ground, crashing...burning. He could keep such focus...upon that spell...here, now...like this? To land such hits upon her...she watched as his form turned darker, symbols exploding from him now, dancing on the air, his fur becoming all the more apparent, longer, darker, claws...deadly, glinting claws...but he had stopped, watching her as she stood.

"What is your answer, boy?"

He gave her no answer, save for a stare, and then, inexplicably, his speed, incredible, impossible. He was in her face, his foot planted in her side, sending her tumbling. If it were possible, now as he charged her... His hand came out, glowing, her own move, her blade.

She met him with the Executioner's fare, and she found him equal.

No, more than equal. He was pushing her back...slowly. Whispers...they invaded her head. Thoughts of conquest, of power, of blood, war, tyranny...control. Negi pushed her blade off his and kicked out, blasting her backwards, his form consumed farther than she had ever seen, Magica Erebia had even climbed upon his very face, and his lightning form couldn't even grant him any peace from the consuming cloud, symbols, like wings, exuding from him.

She...had created this. This technique. This boy had done more than ever expected, taken it so far...her eyes said all as the boy rose an arm, caked in darkness. The beast...it spoke.

"Freedom, and control...are very subjective things. Is it truly a monstrous thing...to be controlled by your emotions? No...it is not. All are, to a degree. What I ask is...is it such a monstrous thing...if one becomes their emotions?"

His power increased, the pressure in the air dampening all the taste, deadening it. Negi's body seemed to gyrate as it stood still, writhing as a statue, becoming immaterial...what was he doing...?

"The answer is not to simply accept your darkness, of course not. The answer is also not to control my emotions. Not to control this...beast. That which you want to avoid...is the true answer."

No...No! He wasn't...he wasn't going to give in to him, was he?!

He'd become a mindless beast, nothing but a dark form endlessly destroying all, nothing but raw...emotion. The smile was immaterial as strands, slithers, of darkness shot out, wrapping around Eva, strangling her, binding her...they didn't come from him...they were him. His eyes...they consumed her, drawing her in, deep, to be burned in the pits of hell.

"Magica Erebia, Dous...Enthoalis Complexio."

A monster was born. Forming the techniques twice, consuming yourself so deep that you became that which you felt, the ultimate corruption of the heart. The soul.

She felt the air leave from her false lungs, the magic, the spell...being ripped apart as he squeezed the very life from her... Her dissipation was brief, but, far away, one could swear that a small part of her, connected to her originator, made the mistress shudder.

Today, Dark Negi was born.