All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

“Ah, that old thing?” She asked, waving her wand. As soon as she did, a book in a complicated leather casing floated to her hands. “It's supposed to stimulate men's sexual appetite. For obvious reasons, I don't need it.” She commented.

Negi was almost stunned by that. They made a magical artifact for that? He knew there were other uses to his magic he hadn't really explored, but that was a bit ridiculous.

“I agree.” Why did she have to conduct every one of their meetings in lingerie?

“I'm not like Tabitha, so I have no reason to read it, either.” She held it up for the taking. “I guess I can give it to you.” She said, a perverted smirk on her face. “For a price.”

Negi gulped.

“One date! With night included!”

Sighing, Negi smiled. “I'll take it. Though, if it could wait until Master doesn't want to hang me, I would appreciate it.”

The dark skinned beauty smirked. “I want to see your skills at work. Promise me you will show me the best of your abilities!” It was very clear which skills she was talking about.

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One had to be alert to have noticed the fact that someone had just flown past a window. Tabitha was more than alert enough. So as soon as she noticed that, she placed her glasses on her face and headed to the window. The sound of the impact almost rattled her.

She'd seen him several times, but every time she did, he was always doing something that didn't make sense. He hadn't flown. He had jumped from the tower. And he was completely unharmed. No levitation was cast. She was sure of it.

Then again, barely a second after, he jumped into the air, at the very least some fifty odd feet, and then disappeared in a burst of wind. Her eyes widened, then she focused again, when she noticed a second burst of wind, in the far distance, having to use magic to actually be capable of seeing that far. Another followed, still in the far distance.

Interesting. He could not fly, but he didn't have to, considering he could jump incredibly high and it was apparent he could move far faster than most, if not all transports.

What she did not know, was that every single one of those 'jumps' clocked in at 1800 kilometers per hour.

Despite the hour it was and her own sleepiness, Tabitha began shrugging off her green pajamas, already aware that at the very least she had to tell Kirche and the germanian would do the rest. After all, going directly to Louise would be a problem. She wouldn't understand anywhere near as fast as Kirche would.

And at that hour, she was certain Kirche was still wide awake, anyway.

Then again, Kirche's explanation would take too long. At the speed he'd left, they wouldn't catch up anywhere near fast enough. “Fast.”

Later, a single yell of “STUPID FAMILIAR!” could be heard all across campus.

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Mott wasn't as quick to receive him this time. In fact, he seemed to be halfway dressed. That did not bode well. Neither did the fact that Siesta was nowhere in sight. Negi's blood ran cold.

“I brought the book that you asked me, Lord Mott.” Negi began. “Now, please, liberate Siesta.” he said, still trying to smile despite the fact that at least two dozen guards had come into the same room minutes after he had.

The man took the book Negi offered and the key that would open it's embroidered leather casing. He opened it and discarded the casing. Negi would rather believe he hadn't just delivered a pornographic magazine, but he was too stunned by the fact that a modern -well, from the seventies, anyway, if the date stamp was anything to go by- pornographic magazine had found it's way to Halkeginia.

“But... How... What... Why...” He shook his head, he'd ask that later. Mott closed the book and ordered his manservant (who Negi was sure hadn't been there a second ago) to take it to his room. “Liberate Siesta now, please.” He repeated.

“No.” Negi's eyes narrowed. “As a matter of fact, why don't you come with her, if you like her so much?”

“... Sir.” Negi began, taking a deep breath. “I don't want to resort to violence. Please, liberate Siesta.”

Mott shook his head. “Such a naïve idiot!” he yelled. “I am a Triangle class mage! You don't stand a chance!” the noble boasted, but that didn't impress Negi.

“I challenge you to a duel.” He said, hoisting the still sheathed Derflinger.

The jackass' smirk told him all he needed to know. “I now have legal permission to kill you, boy, for raising your weapon in a noble's abode! Guards!”

Negi narrowed his eyes and pulled Derflinger from it's sheath. He felt the same rush of power he'd felt, but didn't care, at the moment, he was angry. Three guards rushed in, thinking they'd be enough. One went for a debilitating stab, while the other two tried to whack him with the wooden part of their lances.

Derflinger, far longer than it'd been in the sheath, sliced through the spears like they were made of paper. The flat side of the sword served as a very potent blunt weapon with which to incapacitate the guards one by one.

The other twenty one rushed to help their fallen friends.

He didn't move an inch from the spot he was standing in, expertly blocking every incoming blow, moving and twisting around at speeds that would have made most people dizzy. Spears were broken all around, and more than one guard sported a couple bruises as they stood in a circle around him.

Then he moved. It was more a blur of movement that darted from guard to guard, each clash sending the armored men flying back, all of them knocked out with ease.

No sooner had he dealt with them all did six dagger shaped icicles embed themselves in his chest, splattering blood across the main hall. But where Mott expected to find the dying gurgles of a life cut too soon, he found only silence. The sound of the droplets of blood hitting the ground stopped soon after the icicles struck, and then it was total silence.

The temperature descended. A tomb chill was in the air. The silence was broken only by the sound of ice crashing into the ground.

”Actus Noctis Erebrae”

And so fell the night.

"This is how you do it," Batman said. "Don't let them see you falter for a second. Put all your will into your eyes. Make sure your expression matches it. And above it all, never move while you're looking at their eyes. Don't flinch. Don't twitch. At all. If you move even a little, you give the impression you're human. And you aren't. You're a vengeful god staring not at their eyes, but at their souls."

"Ah... Okay!" Negi nodded quickly. "And then, I'll be able to stare down Desaad and Mr. Mxyzptlk too?"

"Yes."

"And Evangeline-san?"

"... I'll tell you what. We'll get there together..."

He isn't going to take being treated like shit from the get go. He most assuredly is a noble, and not just a noble but a fricking king by the time he is the age you are making him out to be.

He isn't going to waste time randomly hanging out with Louise doing nothing but her laundry, he is going to want to go home and fast, or at least let his harem know that he is alright.

He will be able to tell the the familiar bond between him and Louise isn't going to fuck him up in any way if he disobeys or tries to dispel it. Negi is literally 1000x the magician that anyone in the familiar of zero verse is.

On top of that the duel between guiche was incredibly forced, why would Negi bother messing with the kid. You should have tossed ten year old Negi into the story, at that point he might have been challenged by some of the mages in the zeroverse, wouldn't have had any connections that truly tied him to his actual world and would have been ignorant enough to act like your Negi.

But the Negi you have is an adult and his behavior makes no sense whatsoever.