All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

The Dean hummed. "Well, we were going to assign them to Negi-sensei's training soon anyway, so why not? Just make sure to properly prepare them for it beforehand."

"Naturally,” the dark skinned man bowed gratefully.

Misora sighed to herself as her Negi looked on with mild intrigue, and the Ala Alba shared glares between them, already guessing who did they mean. She was sure of it, too. Those two girls...

"Well, this is gonna be interesting,” Haruna whispered.

"Any bets on how long does it take her to get stripped?" Asuna whispered back.

Magus Erebus silenced them with a few quick and awkward glances. He coughed. “Um, headmaster, if, um, ah, Springfield-san here is going to be undergoing additional training soon, then I would like to volunteer to assist. It’s the least I can do to pay back your generosity.”

“You?” the Dean said, looking slightly amused at this idea.

Erebus smiled slightly, as if sharing the dean’s thought. “Well, I am an accredited teacher who trained at an excellent school, a mage, have proven myself in handling a very, ah, challenging class–”

“Loony bin full of vampires, weirdoes, freaks, nuts, assorted idiots and sexual deviants, you mean,” Chisame muttered.

“– and I believe I can confidently say that I am quite familiar with the needs and abilities of the, ah, subject,” Erebus finished.

Asuna poked him in the cheek. “You’re no going to teach him forbidden dark magic, are you?” she said, glaring.

The older Negi blushed. “N-no, of course not! That would be irresponsible!”

“When’s that ever stopped you?” Chisame said.

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

Ayase suddenly frowned. “Has anyone seen Kuro?”

Hasegawa jerked, wide-eyed. “Crap! We forgot all about her! By now she’s probably molested half the grade-school!”

Erebus frowned at that. “She’s not as bad as that, Chisame-chan. I think Kuro really only kisses people she really likes. Her reputation’s a bit over-inflated in that regard.”

The door suddenly opened, and Kuro waltzed in, a silly grin on her face. “Sorry I’m late. I was hanging around the grade school. Did you know the local versions of some of my classmates live here?” There was a multi-layered handprint-shaped mark on her face.

“You were saying?” Asuna said dryly.

“Were you talking about me?” Kuro said, skipping down towards them as Takane, Mei, Chisame, Ai and Negi stared at her highly revealing red and black outfit in mute horror. The breastplate and a few square inches of black leather seemed to be the only things keeping her modesty intact. She crossed the space very quickly, each skip taking up meters. “Say, Red, can you do me a favor?”

Kagurazaka frowned at her. “What?”

Kuro grinned, landed next to her and…

Kagurazaka’seyes went wide as she was grabbed, and before she could react…

KISS WITH TONGUE! PRACTICALLY MOUTH-RAPE! DEFINITELY PACTIO QUALITY!

Kuro eventually disengaged, a line of drool trailing between their mouths obscenely as Mei started to hyperventilate. Deathnote had pulled out a pen and sketchpad and was frantically making sketches at goddess of mangaka-speeds, grinning widely the whole time. Chisame had covered Negi’s eyes, blushing furiously. Curiously, Cocone only had her head tilted to one side in frowning consideration.

Ala Alba training and womanly instincts finally kicked in, and Twilight Red, the Twilight Imperial Princess and battle-field leader of the Ministra Magi of Ala Alba suddenly glared in crimson probably-fury. “KURO NO HENTAI!”

Kuro easily back-flipped from the sudden slash of the harisen, landing lightly a little ways away. “Yes! Kuro-chan at maximum power! Thanks for the treat!” she said, blowing a kiss at Asuna.

Chamo and Albert stared at Kuro, mouths open and drooling. “I wish we had someone like her,” Chamo said. “Think of the Pactios…!”

Don’t you think I’ve tried? Albert said, sighing wistfully. “She’s so frustrating… Kuro-chan, are you sure you won’t consider hooking up with Aniki here?”

Kuro smiled familiarly at the ermine. “Sorry, Chamo-kun! Negi is cute and girly, but he has too much dick for my tastes. Besides, you know the only man I want to be shoved roughly to the ground by as he rips of my clothes and forcefully violates my untouched loli pussy is my Onii-chan. Ah, Shiro-niichan!”

Chamo was crying. “SO much win, that girl…!”

“Why can’t you girls be more like her?” Alberto cried.

“Me Armet,” Yue said, Souken appearing in her hands. She leveled it at his throat, the point lightly pricking his skin. “Confirmatio Glacias. You have some kind of objection to how I’ve built myself, Chamo-kun?”

Alberto gulped. “N-no, Yuecchi, just, ah, bemoaning, that’s all.”

“How nice,” Yue said, pulling a cool smile she’d copied from Signum. Effortlessly twirling the enormous weapon, she tucked it away again.

Everyone turned the shocked looks at her. “W-where did you learn THAT!” Takane demanded.

“Ariadne Mage Knight Academy,” Yue said lightly. “I was one of their Valkyries.”

“Impossible,” Cocone breathed. “The Valkyries only take the best. Most students have to settle for being members of lesser war-maiden units.”

Yue’s smile got a trifle more smug. “Your point is?”

Misa and Asuna were staring just as widely. “Holy crap!” Misa cried. “Their Yue’s a badass!”

Yue shrugged again. “Well, I was only there for a month. You can’t expect me to become Jack Rakan in that time. ‘Badass’ was as much as I could reach before we had to deal with that organization that tried to destroy the world.”