All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

“Hey! Can I hook up with you?” she asked.

Her creator punted her into a corner of the room, bouncing several times before falling into a pile of dolls.

As Chachamaru rushed to make sure her predecessor was all right, her alternate, Karakuri, closed the door behind her master. She moved to stand beside her master, who was looking intently all over the place, frowning slightly. “Master?” the en-souled gynoid asked.

“Chachamaru,” the Shinso said, “when we get home, we’re going to do some cleaning. I haven’t realized how much crap boya and his friends have left all over my house.”

Evangeline turned to frown at her. “You let Springfield hang around your house?”

“I don’t let them,” Mc Dowell snapped. “They just do! They’re like insects that way.“

“You’re telling me you can’t stomp a few insects?” Evangeline sneered. “Pathetic. I can’t believe you’ve fallen so low.”

“Need I remind you which of us is at full power, brat?” Mc Dowell said, a fang bared.

Evangeline’s eyes narrowed, her strings palmed and ready.

Chachamaru seemed slightly worried by the situation, eyes flicking between the two. Karakuri turned to her over their masters heads. “There’s no need to worry,” she reassured her other self. “This is a perfectly normal aspect of the master’s mid-life crisis.”

Both vampires heads snapped to look at her, Mc Dowell’s slightly redder than Evangeline’s. “Mid-life crisis?-!” they chorused.

Karakuri blinked innocently. Mc Dowell was slowly coming to realize there were times this might mean her servant was being guilty as sin. “Why, yes. Isn’t that what it is? You have recently commissioned a mechanical aid– myself– to help you in your attempts to pursue romantic interests, you have garnered and are keeping the attentions of a younger member of your sexually preferred gender who is easily impressed by your age, maturity, prowess and experience–”

Anything else she said was cut off as a crimson blonde vampire pounced on her, grabbing the corners of her mouth and tugging. “I am NOT having a mid-life crisis, you crazy robot! I don’t have a mid-life to have a crisis about!”

“As you say, master,” Karakuri said, voice slightly warped by the fact her cheeks were being pulled.

Evangeline and Chachamaru stared at the byplay, the robot holding one hand to her cheek.

“I wonder when I may acquire such realistic skin coverings?” she said.

“I need to get out of here soon,” Evangeline muttered. Those mid-life crisis comments had hit too close to home…

Chachamaru felt a prickle of apprehension as she looked between her master and her master’s doppelganger, who were both glaring at each other. Evangeline had– reluctantly– allowed the other shinso to borrow one of her night clothes, one of the sheer, filmy, transparent ones that made stockings seem opaque. The other had worn it, but only after glaring at her Chachamaru and quite loudly proclaiming hat she’d always worn things like this to sleep, and this was in no way indicative of any such delusions of a mid-life crisis the gynoid saw. Now, however, they’d reached a serious problem.

The cabin only had one bed.

“This is MY house!” Evangeline roared.

“You want me to crush your powerless little ass?” Mc Dowell snapped back, power crackling around her hands.

“Hey, there are rules to this sort of thing! you respect your host!”

“Screw the rules, I’M A FRICKIN’ CHEAT CODE!”

“You’d stoop to using cheat codes?” Evangeline said, aghast. “I DON’T KNOW YOU!”

“Game. Genie!” Mc Dowell enunciated.

“I-I was lured by false advertising! And that has nothing to do with this! get the hell out of my room!”

“Yeah, right! You and whose army?-!”

“Chachamaru! To me!”

“Chachamaru! Lock Al-Iskandariya onto this location! Maximum power!”

Chachamaru opened her mouth, but suddenly a bluetooth message came on over her comm net. She changed what she was about to say. “I’m sorry but unable to comply.”

“Master identification protocols compromised,” Karakuri said smoothly on top of her. “Both present subjects are 99.9 percent matches for master. Identification confusion fail safes have cut in. Unable to participate in combat.”

“Damn Chao’s crappy programming!” Evangeline cried. Mc Dowell, however looked in the mirror– where she was quite stubbornly not invisible– to give her servant a level “Oh, that’s BULLSHIT!” look. Innocent looks ensued.

Evangeline’s eyes glinted, and she charged, taking advantage of the momentary opening. Mc Dowell gave a yelp of surprise as one wrist was wrapped by ultra-fine wires and she was flung as if thrown. A knife hidden behind a bookcase snapped to Evangeline’s hand, propelled by another wire, but Mc Dowell had broken free and she wheel, catching the blade in her palm, the knife piercing through the pale skin holding it in place as blood flowed from the wound.

With a growl, Mc Dowell spun, pushing off. She body-slammed Evangeline into a wall, stunning the weakened vampire. Gravity took hold, and the slammed onto the bed, the springs creaking as she ripped the knife out of Evangeline’s hand, tossing it carelessly to one side. She licked the blood on her hand, beginning to smile, only to grunt as a fist slammed into her stomach. Growling, fangs at extension, Mc Dowell leaned forward, and Evangeline gave a cry as teeth pierced her neck. She flailed, clutching at her attacker shoulders as Mc Dowell, with practiced movements of long experience, clamed her legs around her victim’s to keep her from kicking.

Both paused fractionally as they felt the smooth, smooth skin under their hands.

Blood trickled down Evangeline’s neck.

A moment later, the frenzy renewed itself, hands and feet flailing.

Karakuri turned and began to walk out of the room. A second later, her double followed, drawing the curtains as she passed. They shut the door behind them. two fragile and torn pieces of cloth fluttered to the floor.

A moment later, the moaning and swearing started…