All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

“I have made no secret of the fact that I was summoned here from a different world by Master Louise.” Negi began, his tone far more serious than it'd ever been since they met. “The staff of destruction, and the Zerbst's family treasure both come from my world. One could have been a freak accident. Two is pushing it.”

Osmond seemed to be taking everything in stride, while Colbert actually had the look of surprise and shock befitting of learning about such a fact. He knew Negi was from another world, but to learn he came from the same world as some of their greatest artifacts was rather shocking.

“I wish to know how they were brought here.” Negi finished, his smile replaced by a concentrated frown.

Osmond sighed. “While I cannot speak for the first, the Staff Of Destruction is a keepsake of a man who saved my life thirty years ago. He was dressed in strange clothes I had never seen before. We tried to heal him, but he didn't make it. I could not learn who he was or where he came from.” he explained. “He had two. One was the one he carried and the other was presented to the court.”

“Do you know anything else about that man? How he came to Halkeginia? I have a good idea of what he might have been, but nothing much more to go on.”

Old Osmond closed his eyes and shook his head, looking, if nothing else, apologetic.

“So... There is more than one way in...” Negi said, a smile on his face. “So, I just have to keep looking. Eventually, I will find a way out, too.”

“I am sorry we cannot provide you with more information.” Osmond replied. “However, in exchange for this information, we wish to obtain some from you as well. Negi, it is quite obvious to me that you are not a human being, and you yourself admitted to not know what you truly are.”

Colbert seemed focused into the conversation. The man had been enraptured by Old Osmond's story, and Negi could see why. If nothing else, he was curious.

“Indeed.”

“However, with Miss Tabitha and Miss Zerbst testimonies we can conclude you might be a manner of spirit. It is rare for one of your kind to have a physical form, much less human form...”

“I was human once.” Negi pointed out. “And while I might not be one now, I can assure you that this is my original form.”

Then, he remembered something very important. “Ah! I have nothing to wear for the ball!”

Colbert surprised himself by chuckling out loud. “I believe that can be fixed with ease, Negi. I will take you to a tailor today.”

“It will be on me. We owe you that much, at least.” Osmond said, smiling widely, despite his gesture being hidden under his beard.

“Thank you!”

Negi bowed and excused himself off the room. He had business to attend to. Very important business.

The trip to the town with Colbert had been nothing short of actually pretty fun. Negi wasn't a shopping guy and neither was Colbert, but the man was like a middle aged Hakase. Negi was nowhere near Hakase or Chao's scientifical prowess, but he had enough on him to not be a burden to the plan.

He had enough to know the basics of how an engine worked, anyway, and Colbert seemed delighted about that. The man's experiments were nothing short of incredible, if his words were true, as he'd been making leaps and bounds in technology without even knowing. His work alone could spark an industrial revolution on Halkeginia one of those days.

But it was when they did finally get to the tailor (after a lengthy visit to the apothecary) that Negi could finally tick something off his wish list.

Apparently, the tailor's craft went back for generations, and he was the best at what he did. It was expensive, and he didn't like putting the burden on the academy, but by all hells, he'd gotten two sets of clothing. One for the party, and one for every day use. He didn't really need more, so long as he washed them after use. Wet clothes were easily dried with a wind spell, anyway.

Now he no longer had to rely on lent clothing, which was always a plus.

The fact that he'd met the only Ukrainian suit maker in Halkeginia was another plus, although he wasn't sure how it was even close to being possible. It seemed to be the universal nationality of all great tailors. The clothes were exquisitely designed down to the last detail.

The only problem was that he felt kind of ridiculous wearing them. Luckily, for the time being, he could go around on the closest imitation to his gladiator outfit that could be made with the materials at hand.

But it was okay. At the very least, he wasn't forced to wear a dress this time...

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Memories of cross dressing events aside, Negi parted ways with Colbert and headed to Louise's room. He (correctly) guessed it was past dinner, and so stopped by the kitchen to prove he was still alive and kicking. The chef pretty much stuffed the food down his throat to make him stay a while.

The large man was also trying to strangle one of the dishwashers for being a terrible attempt at a seductor. Siesta pointed out he had been really pathetic at it.

Apparently, that one guy was the single person hitting on every single maid. Granted, it was all in good nature, but it apparently got him rejected more times than he could count.

Of course, if you've been paying attention, you know that I tend to ruin these moments as fast as I can. “He'll hit on anything with a dress!” One of the maids spoke indignantly. “He'd even hit on Negi!”

“I'll have you know that I look damn good in a dress.”

He really should think about keeping those kinds of comments to himself. It was his role models' fault. After all, they'd taught him that you never feel ashamed of your talents, and if your talents lie in cross dressing, well...

Siesta wandered in on him trying to get the hell away, half undressed with a maid's uniform halfway put on.