Mahou Sensei Negima! is the creation and intellectual property of Akamatsu Ken and Kodansha.


The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love Negi Springfield.


Chapter One: Too Much of a Good Thing.


Negi Springfield drew in a very, very long breath.

The day was sunny and bright. The sky was also suitably clear and blue, with only a few white clouds in sight. The weather was warm but not unbearably hot, early in the morning. The framing of the event couldn't have been any better.

"Anya," he told the small red haired, twin tailed girl standing in front of him.

"Yes, Negi?" she asked him.

"Anya, we have known each other for a few years now, haven't we?" the well dressed boy with dark red hair said.

"Well, duhhhhh," Anya Yurievna Cocolova said.

"And you know I've been... longing for something all this time," Negi continued. "At first I couldn't tell what, and then I looked for it in all the wrong places".

Anya facepalmed. "Oh dear God, no..."

"I apologize for that, I really do," Negi struggled with what he was saying, blushing. "I was a chauvinistic male, refusing to see what was right in front of me, because deep inside I was a coward, and I know you deserve much better, but I cannot keep lying to myself or anyone else anymore..."

"I know what you're about to say. Please don't say it," Anya pleaded, with an air of subdued annoyance.

Negi rasped, clearing his throat. "I always tried to respect your decisions, and I'd never regret that. I could tell, or I thought I could tell, that you always have seen me as nothing but a good friend. But-"

"I see you as nothing but a good friend," Anya interrupted him.

Negi blinked, and stared at her cute face.

"Sorry," the other child said.

"But-" Negi began.

"Negi, you're only ten and I'm eleven!" Anya said.

"But love doesn't understand of ages," Negi said very seriously, "and the whole time I was asking others out, I was always thinking about you in the back of my mind, and..."

"Uh, huh," Anya said.

"... I did bother to ask you to meet at this hilltop, a suitably romantic place," Negi said, giving a very mild stomp on the grass with a foot, "so I actually do care, if we were to date, I'd treat you with the utmost respect and care..."

"I don't doubt that, but that's not the point," Anya said. "Negi, I'm not in love with you. That's not me being Tsundere or however they call it in those weird Chinese comics you read, I simply don't like you that way."

"Japanese," Negi said. "Japanese comics."

"Whatever. You should read 2,000 A.D. like any good British boy."

Negi sighed. "I see. Thank you anyway, and sorry I made you waste your time..."

Anya shrugged. "Think nothing of it."

Negi waited.

"Negi," Anya said at last. "I'm actually not a Tsundere in denial, so I'm not going to blast you with fire magic while saying that it's not like I like you or anything. Let it go," she finished, almost warmly. "You're only hurting yourself."

Negi bowed at her, turned around, and began to leave.

Anya waved after him. "See you tomorrow!" she told him, as Negi started going down the hill.

His cousin was waiting for him at the skirts of the mountainside. "I'm sorry, Negi..." the tall, long haired blonde told him.

"I haven't said she's rejected me yet..." Negi said, sniffling.

"I can see it in your eyes," the older girl told him, reaching over to stroke his cheek.

"Just like the other ninety nine times," Negi sulked.

"Oh, don't exaggerate," his cousin said. "It hasn't been that bad."

"Yes, it has," Negi said. "I have counted them all. Ninety nine rejections."

The beautiful young woman frowned. "Negi..."

He pulled a small black notebook from his suit and held it up. "I've kept records!"

"... sometimes I worry about you," Nekane Springfield said. "Come on, let's go home. You're still too young! You can't expect to find your ideal match this early."

"If I had asked her before, if I'd been brave enough," Negi reflected while following Nekane across the green fields of Wales, "maybe she'd have accepted me. I can't blame her, I was asking all those girls before asking her out, she must've thought I was a Casanova..."

"More like a Don Juan, maybe," Nekane said, with a vague shrug of shoulders.

"Is there a difference?" Negi asked.

"Don Juan was a literary character who could be redeemed by the power of a woman's love, Casanova was a historical lecher with no real redeeming qualities," Nekane said quietly.

"Thank you, sis," Negi said.

She slowed down, and when he had caught up to her, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and walked him down the rest of the way to their cabin.

"She told me that I should let it go," Negi sniffled again while leaving his long, bandaged wooden staff by the door. "That I'd only hurt myself if I stay this way."

"That's good advice," Nekane said, heading for the kitchen. "Anya is wise in her own way."

Negi sat on a chair and looked at the staff. "But that's not what my heart wants," he said, absently. "I know it's selfish, and yet I can't help it. Do you think that's how he felt?"

"No, Uncle wasn't that kind of man," Nekane said while starting to cook lunch.

Negi winced.

"It's fine if you aren't like him," Nekane said from the kitchen, easily able to guess his thoughts. "Don't obsess with matching him, you're special in your own style. It's just that... maybe it'd be better for you if you eased down on that style. Don't force yourself. Eventually, a lucky woman will love you for what you are."

After a pause, Negi said, "How about you? You should put some more effort on looking for a man, Sister, the neighbors are saying that you might be a-"

"Negi, go out and play until I call you for lunch," Nekane said, her tone hardening ever so slightly.

Negi bit on his lower lip and walked out. I think I'm starting to figure out why I don't have any success with ladies, he realized. Now if I only knew how to help myself from that...


Negi put on his pajamas, knelt down on the bed, and faced the window. He brought his hands together and closed his eyes.

"Please let me have a girlfriend," he said. "Let me know love. Let me feel the same thing my father felt for my mother."

The stars were shining brightly in the sky. A gentle breeze blew over the valley.

"There must be someone out there who can feel the same about me without it being a result of me imposing myself," Negi went on. "They say everyone has a soulmate, right? A fated partner. I'll try not to be a burden on her. I'm not asking for much, am I?"

Negi felt a stirring in his heart. The bedroom felt strangely warmer for some reason or another. He smiled.

"A cute girl, like Anya-chan. With a good heart, like my sister. I, I'm not a siscon! I don't mean it like that! It's just that, you know!"

And then a small, squeaky but clearly male voice spoke from behind him.

"That's good to know! I'm up to support almost anything, but incest is a touchy issue! Sorry, no puns intended! Good evening, Negi Springfield!"

Negi spun around wildly, now seeing a small white ermine sitting on his desk. "What?!" the child said.

"How do you do?" The ermine raised his paw. "My name's Albert Chamomile the Third, but you can call me Chamo!"

"A familiar!" Negi said.

"An ermine fairy, actually!" the animal told him. "I've been sent here to instruct you on the matter of your love life!"

"Sent? By whom?" Negi narrowed his eyes, reaching for the staff left next to his bed and picking it up. He knew that not all familiars were good. Several of them belonged to truly despicable mages, such as the Makiri clan.

"Relax, I'm not a demon," Chamo said, pulling a cigarette out of his fur and lighting it. He began puffing on it. "I don't have anything to do with that attack on your village five years ago."

"You're talking about an incident classified as top secret while smoking in a child's room!" the boy pointed his staff at him. "Of course you're evil!"

"Sheesh..." Chamo put his cigarette off. "Not evil, just a tiny bit worldly. "So I'm not an angel, but neither a demon. I'm just a Fae, but I'm on the side of good! Really!"

"A good Fae," Negi said.

"Don't get racist with me now, kiddo!"

"Sorry."

The magical creature sighed. "Let's get to the point! You were wondering about why girls everywhere reject you."

"I've come to terms with that," Negi told the ermine. "It's because I'm only ten years old."

"There's that, but..." Chamo said, "you know, everyone has a soulmate somewhere, like you just said. Some will never meet theirs, but if you ever meet that person, your joint happiness is all but guaranteed, unless you actively mess it up! Then there's the other way to make someone fall in love with you, the traditional one where you work hard to earn the affection of that special someone."

"That one's never worked for me," Negi said.

"That's because you're only ten and most people aren't pedos," Chamo said. "But also because there was an accounting mistake when you were born. Looks like someone slipped a tiny bitsy wee bit when your red string of fate was attached to another person!"

"God doesn't make mistakes," Negi said.

"None of God's creatures are completely perfect, though," Chamo answered.

"Were you that creature who made that mistake?" Negi frowned.

"Nooo, I'm not in management! Animal fairy folks are field agents. I only give messages and guide a few select special individuals," the ermine grinned.

Negi exhaled. "So, assuming you're telling the truth, I don't have anyone who could be called my soulmate?"

"I never said that."

"But, you said that-"

"What I said," Chamo said, "is that a small mistake was made regarding how you were to have a single soulmate, just like most others, but the doofus in charge that day accidentally wrote two extra zeros. To balance things out, everyone else would feel extra-repulsed by you. Romantically, that is."

Negi's eyes widened. "Two extra zeros?!"

The animal nodded.

"But, that means..."

"You have one hundred soulmates you haven't met yet!" Chamo informed him. "I know, I know, that's not easy to assimilate at your age, but..."

Negi dropped onto his back.

"Chamo rubbed his own forehead with a claw. "I wonder if this bloke's father was like this, as well?"

"I'm not unconscious yet," Negi said without getting up.

"So stop clowning around and get up!"

Negi sat back on the bed. "One hundred soulmates! And will I get to meet them all?"

"Since there are so many of them, your chances are bigger than if you only had one," the ermine told him.

"That's logical," Negi said, "but if I do, how should I know which one is the person I should choose?"

"Ah ha ha, you'll see, that's the awkward part..." Albert rubbed the back of his neck with a paw. "If you were to ignore them, then well, how should I put this..."

"What?" Negi pressed on.

And Chamo sighed. "They would fall into misery and distress."

"What!?"

"They might even die in outlandish accidents after years of longing for a love that never touched them! Have you ever watched a Final Destination movie?"

"What!?"

"That may happen when the goals of your life aren't fulfilled," Chamo said, "you feel miserable. And misery loves company, so it calls forth even more bad karma in a vicious circle..."

Negi ran a hand down his own face. "Oh God Almighty!"

"Don't feel guilty," the ermine advised. "Nothing you could've done about it. You can't save everyone, so don't even try. We'll fix our mess as best as we can, but it was decided that you deserved to know and-"

Negi tightened that hand into a fist. "No! I will save everyone! That's what my father would have done!"

There was a long pause. At the tail end of it, Negi asked the fairy, "All of them are girls, aren't they?"

"I'd tell you that you are being prejudiced, but I have a set of values coming from an ancient era where patriatrchy reigned supreme, so all I'll say is that, while I have no actual idea, I dearly hope they are!"

"Oh, dear," Negi said.


A few months later, shortly after his graduation, Negi stared at the scroll in his hands.

"So... a teacher in Japan?" he read aloud.

The old Headmaster of Merdiana Academy nodded and smiled. "Congratulations, Negi! The spirits have spoken. You will forge your heroic destiny abroad, as it befits the son of a hero like Nagi!"

"That's because you always were reading so many of those dumb Japanese romantic stories," Anya said. "Well, you should be happy there!"

Negi sighed. "This... This isn't quite what I was expecting. Real-life Japanese girls aren't as cute as the ones in manga and light novels."

"For some reason, I don't feel as concerned about your departure as I should," Nekane said stoically. "I wonder why."

Negi folded the scroll back and stuck it into the pocket of his breast. "Of course, what truly matters is what we carry in the inside. And this is a manga inspired work of fiction, now that I remember it, so it should be fine anyway."

"No wonder you graduated top of the class in Fourth Wall Awareness!" Anya said.

So Negi took an airplane and traveled to the Land of the Rising Sun.

"I wonder if I'll start meeting my soulmates while here?" he mused aloud while walking down a boulevard, one sunny and beautiful morning. "I wish Chamo were here, maybe he'd know."

He smiled. "Maybe I'll have a fateful meeting before reaching the office of the Principal," he told himself. "It's always like that in manga! I'll stumble into a beautiful girl or two, they'll be initially confused and even angry, but we'll open to each other eventually and share a sincere deep love!"

He kept on looking while looking in all directions. Everyone just passed him by, not paying him any attention.

Negi gritted his perfect white teeth. "Any moment now...!"

It was a much more upset Negi who stood at the office of Konoe Konoemon minutes later.

"Something wrong, Negi-kun?" the old man with the strangely elongated bald head asked, sitting behind a very wide desk.

Negi pouted. "Nothing. Nothing, Sir. It's been a long trip, that's all..."

"Ah, that's just logical, sorry for asking, then," the Headmaster nodded. "Well, I'll introduce you to my aide, she and Takamichi will act as your guides for your stay. Feel free to ask them anything!"

He pressed a long bony finger on a button on his caller. "Shizuna-kun? Come here, please."

A few moments later, a gorgeous big breasted woman with very long pale hair and charming glasses walked in. She wore a long skirt, high heels, and a tight sweater. "Yes, Sir?" she asked with a quite sweet voice. "Is this Negi-sensei?"

Negi's heart thumped in his chest. This was perhaps the most glamorous female he'd ever seen! It was true that she was too old for him, but love didn't care about ages, and-

"Yes, Shizuna-kun. Negi Springfield from Wales. Negi-kun, this is Minamoto Shizuna, a most respected teacher and staff member. Treat her with the utmost respect," Konoemon said.

"Minamoto-san!" Negi bowed to her. "It's an honor!" He grabbed her hand and placed a delicate kiss on it. "Please bear with me, I'll try to... I'll try to..."

"Yes, Sensei?" she smiled, as he trailed off. He was looking into her eyes and looking a tad disappointed.

Waaaauughh! Negi thought. It isn't happening!

He remembered the words of Chamo months ago.

The ermine puffed on his cigarette. "As soon as you look into the eyes of any of your soulmates, she and you will feel something like a strong jolt of electricity! There's no mistaking it!"

"Please don't smoke in my room," Negi said. "A jolt of electricity, huh? That should be useful. Thank you very much!"

"It's nothing, kid! Least thing I can do!"

"Remember, Negi-kun," Konoemon lectured the quietly gloomy young man. "If you fail, you'll be sent back home in disgrace. I know you're very young, but you accepted the responsibility and a mage walks a demanding path from a very young age. But I'm sure you will succeed! The boys will rally behind you, they're good boys!"

Negi blinked. "Boys?"

"That's what I said, boys. Twice!" Konoe nodded. "You'll be teaching Class 1-A of high school boys! What, did you think you'd be teaching a class of girls? Male teachers are assigned to the boys, and female teachers are assigned to the girls. That's the only logical procedure, isn't that right?"

"Ah ha ha ha, I see," Negi said very blandly, while feeling like his spirit was falling down a pit. "You're so wise, Sensei, it's so good to see that you run a tight ship here, as you should..."

He followed a happily chatting Shizuna down a hallway, lost in grim thoughts. Am I going to become a shounen ai protagonist? Please don't say so! he thought in silent despair. I don't swing that way, not that there's anything wrong with that!

"- and so I told him, 'It had three holes, and I really wanted one!'" Shizuna laughed, stopping before a door. Negi blinked back to reality and stopped as well. "Well, here we are, Negi-kun! Don't worry, I'll be right behind you! Break a leg, like they say in the world of theater!"

"Uh, thank you, Sensei," Negi gulped. He drew a very deep breath in and pushed the door open, walking inside.

A bucket of water fell on his head, and there were many laughs. Some things never change.


After a long, exhausting day, Negi walked out of the school building and towards the dormitories, following the instructions on the piece of paper Shizuna had given him.

He dragged his feet along, slumped over. "At least... At least none of them are my soulmates, ha hah..." he said to himself.

"State your names, please!" Negi forced himself to raise his voice, standing at the front of the class.

The first boy raised his hand. "Aijo Rentarou, Sensei!" He blinked as Negi leaned closer, staring into his eyes. "Huh?"

The second boy raised his hand. "Harima Kenji!" He blinked as Negi leaned closer, pulled his sunglasses down, and stared into his eyes. "What the hell!?"

The third boy raised his hand, very blandly. "Everyone calls me Kyon, but my name is-" He blinked as Negi leaned closer, staring into his eyes. "Do you mind!?"

The fourth boy raised his hand, energetically. "Emiya Shirou!" He blinked as Negi leaned closer, staring into his eyes. "Um, are you shortsighted or something?"

The fifth boy raised his hand. "My name is Yuuki Rito, and..." He blinked as Negi leaned closer, staring into his eyes. "No, for real, what's wrong with you?"

The sixth boy raised his hand. "Yuiga Nariyuki, pleased to meet you!" He laughed stiffly as Negi leaned closer, staring into his eyes. "Ah, were we this way when we were that age?"

The seventh boy raised his hand. "Name's Ichijou Raku!" He sighed as Negi leaned closer, staring into his eyes. "Shizuna-sensei, is this part of our checkups?"

"Hyuudou Issei! I'm gonna be the Harem King!" Number eight.

"Ryuudou Issei! Please don't mistake me for this idiot!" Number nine.

"Saruyama Kenichi!" Number ten.

"Matou Shinji!" Number eleven. God, but he was insufferably smug looking and acting. Thank goodness he wasn't his soulmate.

"Mizuhara Makoto." Number twelve.

"Midoriya Izuku!" Number thirteen. He looked really young for that class.

"Bakugo Katsuki!" Number fourteen. "Look at me that way ever again and I'll kill you, brat!" he threatened Negi while punching number thirteen for some reason.

"Bakugo-kun, we've told you not to do that!" Shizuna chided him.

"Saotome Ranma!" Number fifteen. Now he was good looking. Negi thought he'd make a great soulmate if only he were a girl.

"Aono Tsukune!" Number sixteen.

"Uesugui Fuutarou..." Number seventeen. "No, for real, where's Takahata-sensei?"

"Masaki Tenchi!" Number eighteen.

"Itou Makoto!" Number nineteen.

"Moroboshi Ataru!" number twenty said, staring at Shizuna's chest instead of Negi.

"Mamiya Otaru!" Number twenty one.

"Amagasaki Kazuhiko!" Number twenty two. God, he was ugly as sin, the poor fellow. Like a quarter of his greasy round face was nose. Negi felt immediately sorry for him, since everyone else seemed to be at least moderately attractive.

"Sawanaga Taisuke!" Number twenty three.

"A-Ashikaga Yuuki, Sensei!" number twenty four stammered.

Number twenty five smiled. "Koizumi Itsuki..."

"Fuyuzora Kogarashi!" Number twenty six.

"Eh... Kurosaki Ichigo," number twenty seven said noncommittally.

"Sado Yasutora. A pleasure," a giant in the twenty seventh seat said. Negi blinked, pulled a chair, stood on it, reached up to pull the bangs of hair off his face, and stared into those dark brown, deep eyes. Then he sighed in relief.

"Hasegawa Kodaka." Number twenty eight.

"Ishida Uryu." Number twenty nine.

"Kosaka Kyosuke!" Number thirty.

"Kirigaya Kazuto! But you can call me Kirito, Sensei!" Number thirty one.

"Um...? Um...?" number thirty two mumbled.

Kirito elbowed him again. "He wants to know your name, Keima..."

"Who wants to?" the vastly uninterested boy with glasses asked, still playing his handheld console.

"The new teacher!" Kirito hissed.

"New teacher?" Thirty two finally lifted his gaze into Negi's eyes. "Who?"

Kirito sighed. "His name's Katsuragi Keima... Please forgive him, he lives in his own world."

"It's not my word, it's the world of galge!" Katsuragi corrected him.

Despite everything, Negi smiled to himself. "They all seem to be good boys indeed, though," he thought. "All of them but Shinji, that is, fuck that wanker. I hope all of them find their own soulmates and happiness so the reviewers don't murder us!"

The boy stopped at the end of a long street in the district where teachers resided. He looked at the paper again. Then he looked at the sign in front of the large house he'd just reached. It read 'Akashi'.

From what Minamoto-sensei had told him, Akashi Wataru and his wife Yuuko were respected members of Mahora Academy's staff.

"You'll be in the best of hands with them!" Shizuna promised.

Negi sighed and walked in past the open front gates, across the front yard. Well, if they were anything at all like Minamoto-sensei or Takamichi...

Negi straightened his dark green suit, fixed his dark red tie, slicked his hair back, and rang on the door.

He didn't have to wait before someone opened said door.

"Oh, you must be Negi-sensei!" a very pretty girl said, standing before him. She was around fourteen years old and very shapely, athletic but not muscular, with dark brown hair. She was wearing white socks, Daisy Duke shorts, and a basketball top. "How do you do, I'm Yuuna, the daughter of- and of- and- and-"

She and Negi had just made mutual eye contact.

Each of them felt rattled by a manner of lighting bolt that hit them to their spines.

Negi, without meaning to, smiled to himself.


To be Continued.


Author's Notes:

Shizuna is Takahata's woman.

Think of this as the all ages version of Anything that Moves, if you've read that one. If not Chisame, Yuuna is the one who works best as Negi's First Girl for me, personally. There's something about it that just clicks.

It wasn't until after I completed the segment that I realized I'd missed Tadano Hitohito, but I didn't want to go with more than thirty two students for Negi's class. Sorry, Tadano-kun! If I can, I'll try to include you some other way!

Be good!