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By the way, I'm working on a Darkenning-approved Habits crossover spinoff taking some elements from Unequally continuity. Each chapter has a Negima character and a guest star or two. The first chapter stars Itoshiki and Harumi and Haruna, the second one has Ayaka and Chizuru and Roberta, the third one follows up with a thankfully NOT lemon but very, VERY mindscrewy Ayaka-Chizuru- Joker mindgame, and the fifth one stars Chisame and Sora.
edited 29th Apr '11 7:35:09 PM by NapoleonDeCheese
"As a girl, I broke the fingers of those that poked me needlessly. Just saying."-Ariane
edited 29th Apr '11 7:40:32 PM by TheCuriousFan
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"Please turn off all cell phones, gauss rifles, EM Ps, psionic waveform emitters, and plasma-based perdition flamethrowers. Thanks, and have a great flight!" Starcraft 2 Banshee
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Unequally Lesson 25, Continuation.
Negi sat alone and flushed, pondering if wiping his forehead off would be decent or rude. He looked into the pocket mirror Nekane had given him after saying a gentleman should always mind his appearance, She had left no lipstick marks there, so he figured there was no actual point on wiping it off. It was nothing but an innocent token of affection, after all, he told himself.
Then someone knocked at the door, and he remembered Rainyday-san's mother was next. He pocketed the mirror and straightened his tie yet again. "C-Come in, if you please!"
A tall, buxom blond woman with narrow bitter eyes and long way hair walked in, saluting him with a mere nod of her head. Negi blinked in confusion. Not exactly the mental image he had about Rainyday-san's mother. For starters, she was dressed all in black, in a way that reminded him of a chaffeur or elite bodyguard. Then there were those strange red facial markings she had...
He opened his mouth to speak, but before the first word could be uttered, the woman opened the door even more, bowing as she made her for someone else to get in. "Hild-sama, Zazie Ojou-sama, it is safe."
"Thank you, Marller-chan," a purring, deeply sexy female voice spoke, its slow and alluring cadence almost inebriating, somehow making Negi to fel uneasy all of a sudden. Very briefly, the back of his neck itched. A lot.
"Good morning, Sensei," Zazie said, walking in quietly, followed by a much taller, much much more voluptuous woman in a slinky red dress, more befitting a scandalous cocktail party than an Academy for teenagers. Her long hair was white as snow, with bewitching silvery tones. Her skin was as dark as Zazie's, and she had a few facial markings as well, oddly star shaped, but not big enough to be distracting. Probably, the fact her chest was so big and her cleavage was so wide was distracting enough by itself to ensure most people didn't even notice the markings for their first several encounters.
Negi fought a blush as he tried to keep looking at the woman's eyes. For some reason, it was hard. Very hard. No dirty pun intended. Well, maybe just a little. "H-How do you do... I mean..."
The impossibly sexy woman smirked sultrily at him.
And then she was right before him, glomping him in a suffocating hug against her round chest, cooing as Zazie sat down with no expression and Marller made a silent long suffering face. "Ohhhh, so you're Negi-kun! You're so horribly cute...!"
Negi's arms and legs flailed around wildly.
"Mother," Zazie said.
"Aren't you the loveliest little thing ever?" her mother seemed oblivious to her. "No wonder Zazie talks so much about you! How old are you, cutie? Nine? Ten? Eleven?"
"Mother, I think he's having problems breathing," Zazie remarked, and Negi nodded as best as he could with his head trapped between those two huge mounds.
"Oh. Sorry," she assumed a dignified stance while putting Negi back down on his seat. The boy panted for air, his eyes almost dropping out of their sockets. "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Sensei. I am Hildegarde Rainyday, but you can call me... Hild. And this is my faithful assistant, Marller-chan."
The blond woman only bowed to Negi, as stiffly as possible.
"Mother is in the business of... enginereed social beneficence," Zazie explained calmly.
"Ah?" Negi asked, not very eloquently, but it was understandable considering the fact he had never heard Zazie saying more than three words in a row before.
"Basically, you could say... I make people's wishes and desires into realities," Hild smiled in a rather placid, and yet unnerving, fashion. "For a reasonable return, of course. I'd give you our phone number, but you're still too young for our services. Once you are the legal age, however, rest assured I'll make sure Zazie-chan gets to contact you on it..."
"Th-Thanks..." Negi muttered, not finding anything else to say.
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Kinda. Let's just say it pretty much boils down to Joker taking a VERY unusual hostage, and Ayaka finding out pulling a Shut Up, Hannibal! isn't as easy as it may seem.
@Darkenning: I have to agree with Red Savant. Decadent Habits is both wrong and good. I have to completely agree with Haruna. (The fact that I just said that utterly terrifies me).
@Napoleon: "Zazie talks so much”??????!!!
Chapter 8 of Mahou Sensei Anya is now up on fanfiction.net
Now rebuilt to be stronger, faster and better than ever before by Iniquitus. Amazingly, I already have a review for it.
edited 29th Apr '11 11:53:49 PM by MarqFJA
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I'll try to leave a review at some point, but I promise nothing. Mainly because I have a paper I should be writing.
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Thanks. I understand and if you do get round to it it'll be much appreciated. (I've actually got another one now. It claims that Mark is the greatest OC ever. I'm glad that he was well received.)
Pleasure. I've also previously thought that I'd have a very simlar reaction to Haruna upon discovering pactios. (So, all I have to do is kiss you and I'll get cool powers? Sweet! Sign me up!) Despite normally considering kissing to be a bigger deal than the average person considers it. Haruna both attracts and scares me, which results in rather confusing feelings about her.
edited 30th Apr '11 12:46:33 AM by Sereg
OM, what other events need to be in the second chap of the crossover? Can you give me a list so I can work on some, and so that I won't end up messing with any of your plotpoints? Partway through chapter. Decadent habits— THE CHAPTER, NOT PHYSICAL ACTIVITIES!— slowing me down, but will be done soon.
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Chap should be done soon. Give me a few hours.
edited 30th Apr '11 2:10:03 AM by SCMof2814
Wow. I go away on a little trip and already I miss out on this muhc?
Regarding previous posts: Those Lacking Spines - Negima Edition? Count me the hell in! (I call Bleach!)
@Sereg: You're welcome. I'm actually kinda embarrased that you're letting me do all the beta-work on the story...
Someone make wossname remove that avatar. I'm getting goose pimples.
And! I'll be back on board with fic-ly goodness fairly soon.
Storm and trouble won't make you make you lose your way. (Tits might, though.)I don't think he's talking about me. I think he's talking about Japanese Teeth.
Hyped for Hyperdimension Neptunia V 2@Iniquitus: But you do such a good job!
I actually became immune to JT's avatar really quickly.
“I will always support Master. She doesn’t need to fight without me.” replied Chachamaru.
“Well, you can’t help her right now, can you?” snarked Anya.
“Master can’t attack right now anyway.” explained Chachamaru, “Because of the school barrier, she doesn’t have access to most of her power. Without the full moon, she can’t use any of her vampire powers. To attack you without those would be pointless.”
“So you’ll kill me on the next full moon?” asked Anya, “That doesn’t give me a lot of incentive to free you.”
“No, that’s completely wrong.” replied Chachamaru, “Master needs you alive. We wouldn’t kill you.”
“Then what was she doing the night before last?” asked Anya.
“Although Master has no intention of killing you or your students, she is a vampire who needs blood. As she is only a vampire for a short period of time each month, the amount that she needs is far less than one would give in a blood donation. The Principal is aware of who she is and what her needs are and doesn’t stop her. Didn’t the class roll indicate that she was not a normal girl?”
“And what you said earlier about not leaving me alone due to your master’s orders?”
“You have blood too, do you not?” Chachamaru responded.
“So, if I let you go, you and Eva aren’t going to kill me or another student?” asked Anya.
“That is correct.” replied Chachamaru.
“Haruna,” sighed Anya, “let her go. Yue, you can carry on reading.”
Before anyone wonders, no, Chachamaru is not betraying Eva. She is not telling them anything that she thinks will hinder Eva's plans and if they asked her for such information, she would have refused to give it.
edited 30th Apr '11 7:27:41 AM by Sereg
Um, Darkenning, there might be a slight delay. My computer crapped out, and though i saved the file, the save didn't seem to take in time. So I'm reconstructing the chapter by going through TMP files, an exercise I fortunately and sadly have experience with. I'll try to send it tonight (it's 11 pm where i am) but not likely. sorry.
YES! SUCCESS! ALL DATA RECOVERED! Now I just have to finish the final scene. To make sure I don't lose it again, here's the next segment. Comments, please!
She really should have remembered that Sakura Lane led to the dorms…
She blinked as she heard violin music playing. As she walked, the music got louder.
“What the…?” she said as she turned a twist in the path she was following. She stopped dead, staring.
At a small clearing to one side of the path, a strange scene met her eyes. A stool and TV tray had been set up, the tray covered with a cloth that on close inspection turned out to be a ragged, if clean, towel. A takeout bag rested on top of the tray. An ipod and speakers stood to one side, playing the music, next to a foldout cot, it’s surface covered with a few flower petals. Her pillow and Ultraman plushy stood at the head.
Fuuka was in the midst of setting up a big beach umbrella to a stand next to the cot, locking the big shaft in place and popping it open. She nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Fumika. She spread out her hands. “Ta dah!”
Fumika stared, blinking and wondering what the heck was going on. “What the heck is going on?” she redundantly repeated the prose.
“Breakfast!” Fuuka said, striding over and making to grab Fumika’s hand… only to pause, and then bent her arm, pointing her elbow at her sister. It took Fumika a moment to realize Fuuka was offering her arm to her sister.
Confused as heck, Fumika placed a hand on the proffered arm, and Fuuka slowly– for her– her led to the takeout bag. She made a show of dusting off the stool and pulling it back for Fumika to sit on. Bemused, Fumika sat, and Fuuka began unwrapping the takeout bag.
“Breakfast is served!” she declared.
Fumika stared at the covered food, her body poking at her to indulge in a different sort of carnality…
Indulgence commenced.
Fumika sighed happily as she patted her satisfied belly. She looked at her sister with half-lidded eyes as Fuuka cleared off the remains of the meal. “All right,” she said. “What’s this about?”
Fuuka hesitated, arousing Fumika’s suspicions. Any minute now, she was going to–
“I’ve been selfish,” Fuuka said.
–say something completely out of the blue and really throw Fumika off. “Huh?”
There was a familiar mischievous twinkle in her sister’s eye. She gestured towards the cot in an overdone way that was probably meant to be gallant. “You said something about a nap?”
Fumika turned to stare at the cot. It was shaded by the big umbrella, and looked nice and cool and comfy. Her eyes started to droop just looking at it.
She was vaguely ware of Fuuka picking her up and laying on the cool, shadowed sheets, crushing flower petals beneath her.
The shade of the umbrella was like a pleasant weight on her eyes, and she closed them momentarily…
Distantly, she felt a pillow placed under her head, and something soft and fluffy in her arms. She hugged it instinctively, smelling familiar poly-cotton. Someone was humming nearby, a soft, mellow lullaby, and she felt so tired…
Blackness.
Fuuka smiled down at her sister, who lay curled up, smiling slightly herself. Then the conscious of the two sighed and looked around. " Okay… now what do I do for the next three hours?"
The chilly late-afternoon wind woke Fumika, her hand grasping for a blanket that wasn’t there. Her hand went over the side of the cot and was patting at earth and grass before she finally opened her eyes, gazing blearily down at the unexpected surface. She looked up as a deeper darkness obscured the light above, and she turned and blinked to find her sister’s smiling face leaning over her. “Hey, sleepy head,” Fuuka said quietly, stroking Fumika s hair. “How’d you sleep?”
Fumika blinked at her, still not completely together. “Did Kaede-neechan kidnap us and take us to the mountains again?”
“No, although she did come by to evilly extort money from me to take the stool and TV tray back to the dorm,” Fuuka said.
Fumika blinked herself awake, realizing she was lying on a narrow, if comfortable, cot. For some reason, there was a flower petal stuck to her cheek. She peeled it off. Then, she frowned. Something felt… off. Her eyes widened in realization, and she stuck her hand down the front of her pants, feeling around in front. “Hey… I’m dry!” she said in amazement, then felt around her back just in case. Dry too. She eyed her sister suspiciously. Fuuka gave a mild yelp as her own pants-space as invaded, a hand not-unpleasantly rooting around in front. “You’re dry too!”
“Yeah?” Fuuka said, looking amused as Fumika drew back her hand.
“Didn’t you molest me or hump me in my sleep or something?”
Fuuka raised an eyebrow. “Well, I wanted to…” she said. “I mean, you look really cute and vulnerable and rapeable when you're asleep… but you looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
Fumika blinked at her. Fuuka laughed and kissed her lightly on the forehead, ruffling her hair. “The way I figure it…” she said softly, lovingly. “As your big sister and your boyfriend, I have certain responsibilities to take care of. Pampering you is one of them.”
“Five minutes. You’re not that big a sister,” Fumika said by rote. She raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?“
“You make me feel guilty as hell, I’m the one who doesn’t need to ask for directions, I pay for most things, and I’m usually the one the thrusting end rather than the receiving end of the dildo,” Fuuka listed. “I qualify.”
“Oh, so I’m supposed to be the uke?” Fumika huffed.
Fuuka raised an eyebrow. “Who says that?” she said. “I don’t think it’s that simple, even with normal, straight people. That’s probably all a stereotype perpetrated by doujin artists and lemon writers who can’t give a damn about characterization and development.”
Somewhere, Haruna sneezed as she pondered how she’d become the only sane person in this fic.
Fumika still eyed her suspiciously. With a sigh, Fuuka reached behind her and drew out a box containing a brand new Barbie doll.
Fumika squealed and hugged her tight, shaking her from side to side. “I love you! You’re the bestest boyfriend ever!”
“Just don t expect anything too big for your birthday,” Fuuka said, before they both yelped and fell off the cot.
“Owie…” they chorused.
Fumika scrabbled off her sister as the other pushed herself up, rubbing the back of her head. She began running her hands over Fuuka’s scalp, checking for injuries as Kaede had taught them. “No breaks,” she said. “You’re not bleeding. There s going to be a bump though. You poor baby.”
“Kiss it to make it better?” Fuuka wheedled.
Fumika rolled her eyes, but leaned over and did so. Her breath was warm on Fuuka’s scalp, the touch soft and light. The elder twin sighed in contentment, leaning back against her sister, who obligingly caught her, arms wrapping around her shoulders. “Have I told you I love you today?” Fuuka said, almost a murmur.
“No,” Fumika murmured right back, trailing her fingers lightly up and down her sister's arm. “You’ve been neglecting that responsibility, onee-chan.”
"Hmm..." Fuuka responded. She turned and kissed Fumika lightly, gently. "I love you."
"You really need to stop being reminded," Fumika said, holding her tight and resting her head on Fuuka’s shoulder. “I’ll start to think you don't mean it and just want to use my body to pleasure yourself.”
“As the one on the working end of the dildo, that’s my line.”
Fumika smacked her. Fuuka yelped, and Fumika frantically apologized for hitting her bump...
The latter parts were manually recovered from data fragments and might contain errors I overlooked in the enthusiasm of reconstruction. Sinclair, Marq, now's the time to use your grammar-mistake detecting powers! Mostly mistakes will be spaces where apostrophes and quotation marks should be.
edited 30th Apr '11 8:48:14 AM by SCMof2814

Working on Chisame/Nodoka now. More experimenting with storytelling. Should be interesting.
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