All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

No. No we do not.

The golem rose back to its feet as Chachamaru flew down next to her eager classmates and teacher.

"I have the book," she informed them, making their faces to lit up. "Now we simply need to reach the surface on time for the test. Is everyone okay, Negi-sensei?"

"We're now!" Haruna grinned. "Way to go, Chacha-chan! We shoulda brought you from the start!"

"GIVE THAT BOOK BACK!" the giant commanded. "HOW COULD YOU STEAL IT FROM MY FELLOW GUARDIAN'S HANDS?"

"It technically was not a steal. He allowed me to keep it," the robot replied with unwavering calm. "Don't worry about your brother, Golem-san. He's in relatively good conditions, although he'll likely need maintenance..."

"Wow, Chachamaru!" Ku gushed. "You managed to get the other rock giant down, all by yourself?"

She lowered her head. "I was... fortunate."

The golem still lumbered towards them. "I DEMAND FOR A REPEAT OF THE TEST! THIS PROCEDURE HAS BEEN HIGLY IRREGULAR!"

"No way!" Asuna backed away, dragging Negi and Chisame back with herself. "You said yourself, we don't have the time for that!"

"We need a way out, quick!" Yue said. "We can't stay here wasting time and risking our lives against that thing!"

Chachamaru nodded while her eyes scanned the whole area. "I detect a hidden door-way behind those waterfalls. Ayase-san, please hold on to my back."

"S-Sure!" Yue gasped, jumping up to hug Chachamaru's back, right as the gynoid tucked the yelping Negi and Chisame under an arm each. Then she lifted off towards the waterfalls, as Kaede kept on carrying Makie, and Asuna, Haruna and Ku ran after them, forgetting everything else behind.

"Sensei, your staff is in my backpack," Chachamaru told Negi in mid-flight. "You should use it right now. Under these danger circumstances, keeping your secrecy is of little importance compared to your personal safety..."

"Chachamaru-san, even if I wanted to, I couldn't to!" he protested.

"What are you talking about?-!" Yue asked. "Why do you keep talking such nonsense?-!"

"MASS HALLUCINATIONS!" Chisame yelled again.

"COME BACK HERE!" the golem shouted, in hot pursuit. "ACCEPT YOUR DESTINY! PROVE YOUR INTELIGENCE, IF YOU CAN!!"

Ku Fei growled, twisting a leg around to kick a gigantic boulder on her way, punting it straight into the golem's chest and sending it flying a few feet back. "The smartest thing to do is NOT staying back with you!"

"Bravo, Ku-chan!" Haruna cheered. "That's some real leg power!"

"He he heh, thanks..." the Chinese blonde chuckled.

"Yeah... Long, powerful, well toned, dark skinned, lean nice legs..."

At that point, the golem, who had rejoined the chase, slipped with some of Haruna's drool trail and fell flat on its face, allowing them some more time to put a distance between them.

"Glad to see you're doing your part too, Paru-dono!" Kaede approved.

"Oh, you know me!" she replied proudly. "Always putting my best into what I do!" She looked at the kunoichi's chest. "Very nice bounce, by the way!"

"Thanks. Yours is not bad either."

Chisame grimaced. "Next year, I'm so asking for a class change."

Yue closed her eyes. "Yeah. I'll try to talk Nodoka into it, as well..."

[Title To Come] - Chapter Next-One: Seven-Faced Collide - Precoil

Four worlds.

One was in a fragile state of peace, waiting for the spectre of a demon thought long dead to rise up and toss it into chaos.

One was also awaiting a return, while creatures of nonexistence plotted in the darkness and light.

One had just gone through an upheaval that had cast the afterlife into turmoil, and all eyes were looking about, fearful of the destruction that would follow.

And the last one, though currently at peace, would suffer a nightmarish fate should the course proceed...

---

Aizen Sosuke was a genius, that much was true beyond all doubt.

Who else could have constructed and executed such a plan to wrest the Hogyouko from its hiding place? Keeping his special ability a complete secret for such a long time, then setting up one of his subordinates as the obvious villain as he faked his own death, infiltrating and executing the highest authority in the afterlife and casting the illusion of the continued existence of them, and finally twisting the two factions that should have fought him against each other with ease. All of these things were achievements that only the most careful planners could even hope to reproduce.

And he'd even managed to turn the amnesiac ally of the most interesting of the interlopers to his side.

He smiled inwardly, even as the God of Hueco Mundo gazed down upon him. In truth, the God could be looking anywhere — the skeletal form that he took lacked the pupils that would display this act, but Aizen knew deep down that he was at the centre of attention.

"From now on," he began, speaking leisurely and with carefully chosen words, drawing Kyouka Suigetsu as he did so. "You serve me."

The Hollows that surrounded him scratched their heads and looked dumbly to each other. Worthless beings. Still, they will be of some use to me... The God himself, on the other hand, opened what passed for his mouth and gave a booming laugh.

"Hah! Perhaps, shinigami," the God spat, using 'shinigami' like one would use 'cockroach'. "You will be more respectful of my endless might once my weakest retainers have taught you humility."

He raised a bony hand, and the animalistic Hollows charged.

Without Aizen even making a gesture, his three followers slid into motion. Gin Ichimaru extended his blade and cut three onrushing bull-like monsters in half. Kaname Tousen raised his sword, sending out a sonic wave that caused the nearest beasts to fall to the ground, howling and clutching their heads in agony.

One small goblin-like Hollow - perhaps the size of a teenager - managed to dodge Gin's slash with preternatural speed and leapt straight at Aizen, claws sliding out of hidden sheaths and lancing out at him—

An instant before it hit, a hand whipped out and caught the wrist the claws were on, stopping them. Before the Hollow could finish a puzzled noise, the hand wrenched around and broke the wrist. The one who had prevented Aizen from needing to strike, delivering a lighting-fast kick to the goblin-Hollow's midsection. It's broken wrist released, the Hollow screeched as it was flung back into a pillar, leaving a bloody stain from a head wound as it fell to the ground.

The God tilted his head, still grinning.

"Hmph. So the pretender relies on his lackeys." He rose, lifting an axe almost as big as he was. "This is how a God fights."

Before any of the traitors could react, the God had swept his axe in four large swings, dividing each of them into halves. Even as the agony of losing half of themselves registered, the parts touched by the cruelly-spiked axe began rotting away and crumbling into nothingness.

"Hah. What a waste of time." The God of Hueco Mundo lowered the axe, palcing it on the ground where the stone began to look more worn by the second.

"I don't think so."

The world of the God twisted, and in front of him stood the four traitors, not a single scratch on him.

Correction: Aizen still stood before him. Gin Ichimaru was beside him, aiming Shinso at his skull, while Tousen was on the verge of striking him down on his left and he could sense the last one behind him. When did...?

Gin chuckled, a cold sound that suited the hateful landscape perfectly. "That's Capn'n Aizen's zanpaku-to for ya. One look and you've lost."

Aizen strode forwards, a satisfied smile on his face. "Now then, I will offer you a second chance. Will you serve me?"

The God scowled (not that anyone could see it) and gritted his teeth. To be in servitude to such an arrogant bastard, and a Shinigami to boot-! Still, there was no helping it. As soon as he uncovered the secret of that blade, he was going to rise up and take vengeance.

"...Yes," Barragan Luisenbarn ground out.

Aizen smiled a little more. Even as he sheathed his blade, he motioned for Barragan to fall in line towards the castle of Las Noches. There, I will forge my weapon against the Court Guard Squads. What shall they be called? , he mused.

Behind him, Gin tucked the shortblade Shinso was while not extended back into his haori and tilted his head to look at the newcomer. Tousen was boring to speak with and only feigned interest if the subject was not justice, Sosuke didn't like to be disturbed while plotting and the Hollow looked a bit miffed, all in all, so that conversation was only really any fun with the new guy.

"Soooo," he began conversationally, ignoring the Hollow corpses scattered about as the result of the skirmish. "Remind me why ya chose to hang with us, Ita-kun?"

Uchiha Itachi looked back, the intense expression on his face lending him a dangerous air.

"...To eliminate the corrupted Soul Society."

Gin frowned. "Jeez, can y'all stop being so serious? How's this going to be any fun?"

[Title To Come] - Chapter Next-One: Seven-Faced Collide - Precoil 2

Several Weeks Later

Gin walked leisurely down one of the many halls that linked the bowels of Las Noches. This day seemed so much like every other one. He sighed. Ever since he had finished helping Ita-kun learn the last parts of Shikai, he'd had nothing to do at all, and he was bored out of his skull.

He turned the last corner and found Aizen gazing at the little sphere known as the Hogyouku. "Geez, what's that thing do anyway? I'm pretty sure turning a bunch of ugly Hollows into wannabe Soul Reapers isn't the reason Urahara-kun hid that thing so well."

Aizen looked up from his studies.

"The Hogyouku has the theoretical ability to break down the barriers between Soul Reapers and Hollows, true enough, but that is simply because it is the fundamental desire of virtually every Hollow — to gain power and become a being of the same order as the hated Soul Reaper."

Fundamental desire... Gin tilted his head, trying to make sense of his captain's words. "Ya mean it grants the base want of whatever it affects?"

Aizen grinned, as if proud of a child. "Correct. But the Hogyouku must first awaken, and for that to happen, I must first supply it with enough Hollows of sufficient power. Then, once it has truly become awakened, we can truly begin."

He turned back to the small sphere floating in the air before him above a small pedestal, and reached out with his hand. His eyes closed, and Gin could faintly sense his Reiryoku probing the sphere.

He noticed that whenever Aizen brought a larger pressure to bear, the little ball rippled but didn't change in pressure. "Hey, Capt'n."

Aizen let a flash of annoyance cross his face, before opening his eyes again and withdrawing his spiritual pressure. "What?"

The corner of Gin's mouth quirked up - getting a rise out of his captain was usually a lot harder than this. "Just watch." He reached out a hand and let his own pressure wash over the small orb, the surface erupting into a turmoil of waves.

---

A vast hall, such that you can't see the edges. Fourteen thrones, stark white and of wildly varying heights, each occupied by a black-robed figure. As one, an ethereal tremor ran through the air, and all but the figure on the smallest throne jolted a hooded head up.

The figure on the highest one spoke, voice a deep, overbearing sound. "It is nothing. Now, as for the next item..."

---

Negi blinked. He could have sworn that he had seen the glowing gate port shake and flicker for an instant.

"Something wrong, sensei?", asked Chisame.

"N-no, nothing," Negi replied hastily, and began to move back to his position.

Somehow, he had a very bad feeling about the next few minutes...

---

"Hmmm. Perhaps combining our reiryoku would have a more intense effect...?"

Gin simply grinned, and placed his hand on the outer casing of the Hogyouku, joinging Aizen in letting his spiritual pressure flow.

The waves grew, amplifying and coming together until the perfect sphere was a mess of chaotic pulses, and surprising both of the ex-Captains, the agitated Hogyouku froze for one brief second.

They looked up, exchanging looks and blurred into Shunpo, landing at the edge of the room in unison. The small sphere trembled in the air, and a thousand red sparks exploded out of it. They formed into a larger sphere roughly five metres across with the Hogyouku at its core.

"What the..."

Before Gin could finish, the sphere reformed into a flat disc that sputtered and simply... vanished.

The Hogyouku clattered onto the ground, the clear casing making an odd clacking noise. As the two Captains took cautious steps forwards, it faded and gave no indication that anything had happened.

"Any clue what happened just now, Cap'n?"

Aizen bent over and picked up the little orb he had planned so carefully to acquire. He made a thoughtful expression.

"...I would say to prepare for visitors. That spike of spiritual energy will have been felt by every Adjuchas in the region." He smiled slightly. "This may work in our favour."

---

The man on the highest throne leaned back.

"It is decided. We will meet regarding the Castle Oblivion roster next. Until then..."

He raised a hand, and black portals enveloped the entire group seperately. However, a red ripple went over the surface of every portal just as they entered them.

"What is thi—"

shift

---

Negi clasped his hands, and opened his eyes one last time, looking up at the glowing sky as the gatekeepers opened the path to the Magic World.

He tilted his head. He didn't ever remember the sky being red.

"Um, what does it mean if—"

shift

---

The Espada lounged about at and around the main hall, every one of them lost in their own little worlds. At least, until fourteen portals opened and dropped the same number of people into the room.

A blue-haired-man was first to react, jumping down from the place on the table he was occupying, and disappearing momentarily in a blur of speed until his fist closed on the collar of the nearest black-cloaked man. He snarled: "Who the hell are you people?"

The man brought his hand up and struck away the blue-haired man's hand. "Hey, man, don't even think about touching the coat," he said warningly. He tilted his head to the direction of the other cloaked people, who were beginning to size up the Espada. "Oi, Superior. Where are we?"

"I asked you a question!" The blue-haired man grabbed for the other's collar again, only to have his hand slapped away again. Before things could escalate any further, the man who had spoken before raised his hand.

"Thirteen... desist." He said 'thirteen' in an odd tone of voice, as if it was a title, not a number. "This world is one we have not been to before." His one hand moved up and removed his hood. Silver long hair fell down, and Xemnas of the Organisation scanned the area.

"Could've fooled me," the second man muttered, and removed his hood to show an almost manelike head of jagged crimson hair. Axel, the Flurry of Dancing Flames.

Aizen had not missed the sudden spike in energy as the Organisation appeared, and now marched into the room, Gin in tow, the Espada snapping to attention to at seeing the master march in. He cast a cursory glance over the black-robed beings, noting that they did not react to his appearance. So, they do not know of me. And that means they can be bargained with...

After a moment, he turned his head slightly, faintly sensing the other two making their ways to the main hall as well.

"Ulquiorra, see to it that our guests recieve adequate quarters for the duration of their stay. If you will follow him," he directed the Organisation. After a moment, a gaunt young man with a pale face and a horned helmet segment on his head nodded, releasing the hilt of his sword and motioning for the cloaked figures to follow him.

Aizen looked over to Xemnas, noting the little turning of heads and the way the Organisation only began moving once he nodded. Grimmjoww - the blue-haired man - glowered at a grinning Axel as he passed, but restrained himself after a glance from Aizen. "Now then," Aizen said to Xemnas. "I believe we have business to speak of."

---

Negi felt as if he was falling. The wind in his hair, the feeling of light-headedness... He felt quite at home in the skies, after the hundreds of broomstick rides he had experienced.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Negi cracked his eyes open to see who was yelling.

And realised that he was in fact falling, right at the ground, still holding hands with the rest of Ala Alba. His mind went into analysis mode: At this speed of descent, the winds were going to tear them into smaller groups, and then—

No! He couldn't let that happen. The people nearest to him were Nodoka and Chisame. He hurriedly grabbed his staff and wrenched it so he could sit on it, hands reaching out to pull the two girls onto it after him. Setsuna saw what he was doing and drew Konoka and Asuna as close as possible to her, waiting until she had a solid grip on both of their arms before snapping her wings out to slow down. Haruna did much the same with a hurriedly-sketched winged golem for her and Asakura, yelling at the reporter to take the reins so she could get another construct flight-ready, while Kaede collared Ku and tried to slow down by jumping from side to side in the air.

Right, that should be... Negi lost his train of thought as he spotted Ako, Makie, Yuna, and Akira falling. What th- how did they get to here? Argh, no time for that now! He tried angling his wand to move over and ctach them, but it made almost no difference to his movement. No! Is it overloaded?

The other members of Ala Alba tried similiarly to move over, but they were too burdened by their comrades to even get close to the girls. Negi could only move at a pace that seemed glacial to him, trying to move just close enough to catch them, but the ground was getting closercloserclosercloser—

Four blurs jumped up from the ground, intercepting the girls moments before they were due to hit the ground.

Negi blinked. What had that been?

He slowed and stopped, dropping to the ground on a fairly blank construction site. Chisame and Nodoka breathed in and shakily stepped down, while Negi almost immediately jumped up onto the nearest building, shundo aiding him, trying to spot the rescuers of Ako, Akira, Makie, and Yuna. After a few seconds, the foursome dropped down, letting the girls down easily.

Negi moved to just in front of them, bowing hurriedly. "Th-thank you. We only just... I don't know what happened," Negi stammered.

The tall teenager who seemed to be the leader raised an eyebrow. "Hey, no problem. Dunno what happens to a Plus when it gets squashed, but I'd rather not test it..." He reached over his shoulder and retrieved a massive sword, rather like an oversized meat cleaver. Before anyone could really react, he turned it so that the blade was in the air and promptly clunked Negi on the forehead with it.

"Ow!" Negi clutched his head, a confused expression at the ready. "What was... why did you...?"

The tall boy frowned, peering at the blade. He tried clunking Negi on the head again, which had as much of an effect as the first time he tried it ("Ow!"). "Ohhhkaaaay... Why isn't this working?"

"W-well if you just tell me what you're trying to— Hey! No hit!", Negi said, shielding his head from the other boy's sword.

Negi noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ala Alba, the girls and their rescuers were beginning to gather around them. The first one to approach the pair was a man in an old-fashioned shopkeeper outfit, a striped hat on his head and small cane in his hands.

"Now, now, Ichigo-kun. Can't you see these people aren't dead?"

"Dead?", Nodoka squeaked.

"Well, you tell me what they are then, hat-and-clogs."

The older man made as if to say something. Then he closed his mouth and pulled Negi to between him and Ichigo, his fan snapping out to obscure Negi's face and crouched down behind Negi.

"Okay, now explain what you are and make it sound like I'm saying it," he hissed into Negi's ear.

The Academy's main auditorium was chilly, and not only because of the air conditioners being turned out to the maximum. Chisame's teeth also chattered because of her nervousness. What had Itoshiki-sensei been thinking of, bringing them along with their doubles for that reunion with Gandolfini's protegees? Was he so desperate to drag them own in his own downfall?

Next to her, Hakase simply looked bored, looking in all directions. Misa seemed to be stiffling yawns, sending trivial text messages to Sakurako and Madoka. Misora was even more nervous than Chisame, but Cocone retained her cool, detached attitude. Ai whimpered and sobbed, trying to saty hidden behind Itoshiki and Negi, while Matoi simply sat behind Chisame, keeping that unnerving gaze of hers on her. Asuna was simply taking a few Pepsi cans out of the nearest dispensing machine.

As for their visitors, both Mc Dowell and Karakuri stood apart from the group with their respective counterparts. For some reason, the Evangelines did seem to be getting along somewhat better today. Saotome, or Deathnote, flipped through a Yaoi doujinshi without any care in the world, simply muttering, "Meh, I could do far better..." Ayase and Miyazaki were rather stiff, almost ready to lash out for an escape at any given moment. Magus Erebus as similarly alert but more at ease, with Calculator and Kagurazaka at each side. Konoe and Kagurazaki stayed nearby, the latter watching over the confident looking former, naturally.

Then Itoshiki lifted his depressed head up, looking at the two figures who had just appeared at the door. Everyone else also tensed up to some degree or another.

"Sensei," the taller figure spoke, stepping in and revealing herself as an older student, physically very similar to Ayaka, but taller and even curvier, wearing a long black dress and a white hat. Her sharp grey eyes roamed straight to Nozomu, unflinching. "I was told everything by Gandolfini-sensei. Is it all true? Even coming from him, I find it difficult to believe!"

Chisame scowled. She never liked a person who ignored greeting a large group of people upon meeting them.

"Good morning, Takane-kun," Itoshiki replied evenly. Everyone was kind of puzzled about the '-kun' treatment, something they had never seen him using while addressing girls. Much less referring them by their first name. "See and judge it for yourself. Oh, and good morning to you too, Mei-san."

"G-Good morning, Sensei!" the shorter girl following the tall blonde nodded. She was very pretty, although only around 13 years old, and had shorter cinnamon colored hair. Thin and petite, with large nervous eyes. Apparently she was much more polite than her companion, quickly bowing for everyone. "Pleased to meet you! I'm Sakura Mei, and this is my Oneesama, Takane D. Goodman-sama!"

"G-Good morning..." Negi, the native one, gulped.

"Good morning!" Ai bowed back. "Sorry to take time from your no doubt busy agenda to bother you with our presence! I mean, my presence! Sorry!" she turned to the others. "I didn't mean your presence was bothersome at all!"

"I can introduce myself, Mei-chan," the other girl huffed, glaring at the now giggling Haruna. "What's so funny, may I ask?"

"Nothing," Deathnote shook her head.

"Hnh," Takane walked to her, hands on her hips. "So, you really come from another world, don't you? Tell me, what are your intentions at this world, then?"

Haruna grinned, then stood up gesturing grandly. "I plan to... TAKE OVER THIS UNIVERSE!!" she cackled.

A moment later, both Asunas' giant paper fans had slammed themselves down on her head.

Ayase sighed, shaking her head. "Excuse her. That's her idea of humor."

Takane, however, was too busy staring blankly at the nearly identical Asunas to listen to her. Then she turned back to Itoshiki, yelling, "YOU HAVE INVOLVED LOCAL STUDENTS INTO THIS!"

"Well, as matter of fact, they involved themselves, sort of..." he began.

Takane twirled around again and pointed at Ai, Matoi, Chisame, Misa, Hakase and Asuna. "YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! And YOU! Do you realize what have you walked into?-! And above it all, YOU!!" she screamed at Negi. "Most of these are your students, aren't they? And YOURS!!" she told Springfield. "Oh my God, this is worse than I thought! YOU are exposing magic to everyone in your world, and now YOU want to do the same thing at ours! I'll see you all turned into ermines for this!"

"Takane-kun," Itoshiki said.

"Yes, even you, Sensei!" she accused, aiming a finger at his face.

His eyes narrowed. "If I remember it correctly, you still owe me a favor," he said.

Takane and Mei paled instantly.

"A... favor?" Misa asked.

Nozomu nodded, pushing his glasses up. "Indeed. Takane-kun, I still haven't forgotten that shameful incident you involed yourselves into while I was instructing you. It still pains me, the memory of that sad day when I found you naked at the boys' bathroom..."

"... What?" Misa asked, her interest piqued.

"Ah?" the Negis said at once, blushing deeply.

Haruna grinned evilly. "Oh, this is gonna be good..."

"S-S-S-Sensei!" the blonde gasped. "I've explained it time and time again! It was an accident! We were chasing that monster before anyone could see it, it hid in there, we couldn't let it go, and then—!"

Itoshiki hummed absently. "I wonder if Gandolfini-sensei will be as inclined to believe that story, and to forgive you, as I was..."

"You wouldn't!!" the two girls were terrified.

"Perhaps not. If you, in turn, are kind enough to calm down and share this secret of ours..." he looked aside and scratched his chin innocently.

Takane's eyes became solid black circles.

"Oneesama..." the Mei girl clung to one of her wrists. "There's no one more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose..."

Misa looked at Matoi. "Wow, your Sensei's got more guts than I thought..."

Matoi shrugged. "I guess. Not anyone can stand up to Chiri on a daily basis and survive..."