All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

Ako looked down at the body that Setsuna had laid down before her, and she fought down a wave of dizzyness at the minor scars and scratches that covered her. Drawing a shaky breath, she looked the half-demon in the eye.

"Do you really want me to look after her? I-I mean, I know I can, but shouldn't Konoka-san do the healing, being the healer and all? She'd do it faster, too..."

Setsuna paused before answering. "No. Ojou-sama knows that this girl and I... have a history. She, um, may not want to heal her."

Ako focused on Setsuna, glad to have a reason to avoid thinking about the wounded girl between them, frowning. "Wha- Why not? Konoka-san healed that Fate kid, and look at all the stuff he did to all of us."

A slight tinge of red crept onto Setsuna's face. "Th-that's because what Fate-san only acted on his own beliefs. Wh-what Tsukuyomi-san did was more... personal."

"Ah." Ako decided not to go there, in light of how the subject seemed to disturb the other girl. She looked back down, trying to figure out where to start. Setsuna fidgeted, not sure what was needed of her.

Well... what's the Hippocratic Oath say again? 'A doctor's task is to heal, not to judge'? And if Negi-sensei and the others can go out and challenge an evil secret organisation, then I should be able to heal one person! Right? Ako looked up, and realised that Setsuna was still waiting on a concrete answer. "Um, yeah. Yeah, I will look after her."

Setsuna bowed, grateful. Perhaps with the right supervision, Tsukuyomi could learn how tolive normally. And maybe 3-A can help her with that— Setsuna hid a small smile as she turned to leave— they did for me.

Tsukuyomi woke with a groan. Every part of her body ached, and a light gauzelike material covered it, apparently thicker over the worst-hit spots. The last thing she remembered was having Hina knocked out of her hands, then sempai descending on her, Yanagi glowing with chi—

She sat bolt upright on the table. Or rather, she tried to. Her movements were so sluggish that she felt like she was moving through week-old treacle (Dynamis had a sweet tooth the size of Mundus Magicus), and as soon as she rose more than a few centimetres, a gentle hand moved onto her forehead and a soothing voice whispered 'Shhhhhh' through the gauze-like material.

"Hrmmmmphmm."

"Eaaasy. You're still very hurt. Calm down and rest a bit more."

Tsukuyomi dully realised that the gauzelike material was in fact gauze, and that she was bandaged from head to toe. She would have wondered why or how, but not now. Just give her a few more... minutes... Zzzzz...

When next she woke, she felt far more awake. The gauze over her eyes had been removed, though she cringed and jammed her eyes shut at the sudden brightness assaulting them. Tsukuyomi drew up and went into a sitting pose, moving cautiously so as not to inflame the ball of cotton that had taken the place of her brain while she slept.

When the horrible brightness had subsided somewhat, she swung her legs off the table and looked around gingerly. She felt drained, even after such a long time asleep.

Ako walked into the room, carrying a small pile of replacement gauze. When she realised Tsukuyomi was up, however, she put down the pile and smiled brightly. "Hey, you're up! Now- easy!" Tsukuyomi had tried to stand up, and had fallen down almost immediately, making Ako rush forward to grab the swordsgirl before she hit her ground on the floor.

In the background, a small group of Tsukuyomi's goblins had painted themselves golden and were now kneeling and waving their arms at the bandaged girl, chanting her name in annoyingly high-pitched tones.

"Listen, you can't just expect to get back up after taking as much damage as you have. Can you understand that?" Ako placed her hands on Tsukuyomi's shoulders, pushing the girl back up into a sitting position. She moved them away, kneeling so her face was level with Tsukuyomi.

"You need time to rebuild you're stre- oh, come on!" Before Ako had even finished speaking, the other girl had tried to stand back up, and Ako as forced to place one hand on her stomach to push her back down into sitting.

"Jeez, you're almost as stubborn as me," Ako said half-crossly, half-amusedly. She sighed deeply. "Do you really want to be able to move around?"

The bandaged girl nodded sluggishly.

Ako sighed, then spoke. "Right then. Lie down face-first on the table, and don't complain. You asked for this, remember."

Tsukuyomi raised an (unseen) eyebrow, but complied. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, really. She just wanted to get up and about, and this would hopefully let her stop lying around lazily.

"Adeat!"

Curious, Tsukuyomi managed to raise her head and turn it enough to steal a glance at Ako. The medic was now wearing a shortened nurse's uniform, with a strange hat with a red plus sign on it, and lining up a comically oversized needle with Tsukuyomi's backside, shifting to get the best angle.

For perhaps the first time, a tiny twinge of fear flared up in her head.

"Mmmmph! Mhmmm-"

Stab.

Outside.

"So, how come Ako's spending so much time inside?" Akira asked. "It's not like her to miss two practices of the boy's soccer team in a row."

Makie looked up. "Well, I heard she was looking after someone."

Yuna felt a hint of worry. "Looking after? As in, may need to use that artifact of hers?"

Akira tilted her head. "I don't see why she shouldn't ne—"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

The three friends blinked.

"Well," Yuna began, "It sounds like she's having fun."

As the gigantic magic circle finished glowing, bathing the whole chamber with intense purplish luminosity, they all watched expectantly as Chao Lingshen stepped out and into sight, a slight smug smile curved up on her lips. For a moment, they all thought she had managed it.

And then she skipped ahead happily, displaying at least two months of pregnancy and a somewhat lunatic expression of pure unbound joy.

"I did the nasty in the pasty!" she sing-sang, dancing around gleefully. "I did the naaaas-ty, in the paaaaas-ty!"

They all looked at each other and groaned, slumping down in defeat.

"And to think I left villainy for this," Vandal Savage lamented.

The adult, graying Asahina Mikuru scowled while turning back to address her fellow Society members, ignoring the contented and laughing Chao prancing behind her.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and so, another one of us has failed. This marks the 51th of us to be foiled at our attempts of preventing this hellish reality from ever taking place, and the second one of us to be boned by Negi Springfield."

Everyone else gave Booster Gold a brief scolding glare.

Booster dragged a foot around. "Well, it wasn't my fault! We just... clicked, you know? We actually had... chemistry!"

"It happens to the best of us, Sir," his Skeets unit sympathized.

"I could go again," Cable clenched his teeth in one of his habitual Rob Liefeld poses, massive guns already prepared.

"I'm not afraid of trying again, either," Trunks nodded with grim determination.

"How about me? I swear I won't be kicked around like a ragdoll by that Ku girl this time..." a Jean Claude Van Damme lookalike promised.

Asahina shook her head. "No. This time, we are going to send our best field agent ever. Our best trump card. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"You can't mean..." Doc Brown started.

"Yes, Emmett. I do," Mikuru said. She pointed at the rotund balding man with the bright yellow skin holding a toaster. "Simpson-san. The future hinges on you now!"

The fat man blinked cluelessly, then pumped a meaty fist up.

"WHOO-HOOO!"

"Come ooooooon," Paradox whined. "Let me have another go!"

Mikuru gazed levelly at him.

"With all due respect, you attempted to defeat one of the greatest mages in history with a set of children's trading cards."

"Hey, I'm prepared! Check this out!"

He raised his left arm, a large plastic protusion on it, and placed a small cardboard rectangle on it.

"Summon! Malefic Negi!"

A circle of light opened, and through jumped Negi. He had several small jet-black armour sections covering various non-essential body parts, a stern and comitted expression on his face and an aura of rainbow-couloured energy crackling the air around him.

The Doctor was the first to recover. "You do realise that Negi's first of roughly five transformations looks more dangerous than that?" He gestured at the hologram, and its face fell. It sat down on the ground, burying its face in its arms and making moping muttering noises.

"Oh, you hurt his feelings," Paradox complained. "Look, its alright. He didn't really mean that..." He cooed to his misshapen creation.

The rest of those present turned to ZONE.

"...In my defense, he was much more competent when things revolved around trading cards."

"ON MOHTAHBAIKES!", yelled Aporia.

ZONE moved his hand to his temple. "Shut up, Aporia."

Antinomy perked up his head, looking puzzled. "What's a motorbike?"

"Shut up, Antinomy," ZONE replied in a weary tone.