Chachamaru as a Base Breaker for the robot community. Poor girl just wants to live her life, but she's suddenly the center of a huge debate between robot factions.
@No Limit: Since you mentioned that Haruna being Haruna is Fetish Fuel, I feel obliged to put this
here, if you haven't seen it already.
Enjoy.
@NDC: First, thanks for making the characters open. I'm pretty sure no one here is low enough to use the characters for smut, so no need to worry there.
Second, I guess my lil' worry about Midori's muteness was just a bad assumption on my part. I just want don't want this to take any "dark and drastic" turns. Sorry for that.
Third, I don't care which characters you make the lesbians. If you can make it work, then I'm cool with it.
I don't think anyone here will have a problem with the lesbians.
Share it so that people can get into this conversation, 'cause we're not the only ones who think like this.Hey, guys, sorry if it seems like I'm not even TRYING to be creative with my own fics, but I could use some help. For the Futurama crossover, I plan on having everyone receive part-time career chips, but not too sure about some of them. Here's what I have so far:
- Negi: English teacher, natch
- Asuna: Delivery girl. Again, natch.
- Setsuna: DOOP Army soldier (Zapp is horribly disappointed with her...orientation.
Or maybe not.)
- Nodoka & Yue: Curators for the Head Museum
- Haruna: Movie producer (tentative)
- Ku Fei: Waitress
- Kazumi & Sayo: Reporters
- Anya: Fortune teller gypsy (Trapped in a box and all)
- Chao: Farnsworth's apprentice
- Mana: DOOP Army (tentative, but I'd love to have her and Setsuna work off each other like in the Abridged Series)
- Natsumi: Actress (Haruna bossing her around would be hilarious...I hope)
- Ayaka: I do have a job planned for her, but I'm keeping that one a secret for lulz.
- Yuna: Sports coach in Madison Cube Garden (tentative)
- Satomi: Scruffy's assistant (Yes, I'm making the Mad Scientist...a janitor. Almighty, anyone?)
- Satsuki: Elzar's apprentice
- Misa, Sakurako & Madoka: Cheerleaders, natch. Unless you guys have better ideas?
The rest I could use some suggestions. As well as the tentative ones.
edited 29th Dec '10 11:46:53 PM by NoLimit
Continuation of the Christmas Special. Although I'm not too happy with this part... It felt kinda forced and stiff.
"You really are going to get into a problem over that ridiculous getup," Yue warned, tightening her scarf over her own short neck. "Iincho will chew you up, for starters."
"Nothing bad will happen. I trust Christmas miracles," Saotome cheerfully offered.
"It'll be a miracle if you don't get arrested for indecent exposure," Ayase countered.
Nodoka laughed good naturedly. "I think it's a pretty costume, it's just the skirt needs being longer."
"It favors the bust rather nicely too, doesn't it?" the artist pushed her breasts up a bit. "It's all about the right approach to visual appeal tactics. Primary colors like red and white, coupled with a well known pop culture icon, are universally accepted signs that call over to people of all walks of life. Plus, breasts."
Yue grumbled, giving a brief look at her own flat figure. Haruna quickly bit her own tongue and went into another rapid tangent.
"W-Well, what matters is, this is both cute and sexy! With it, I'm gonna get my best ever Christmas present, I'm sure!"
"What is that?" Nodoka curiously asked.
Haruna giggled cagily. "A little tasty English treat under the mistletoe."
"P-Paru!" Nodoka blushed crimson, gasping loudly. "You wouldn't!"
"Why not?" the tall girl arched an eyebrow. "Oh, sorry, hadn't thought of it. You wanna go first?"
Nodoka's blush intensified to a point it went past into a nearly black face. "G-G-Going first with who?-!"
"Well, if it's with me, I'm flattered," Haruna batted her eyelashes exaggeratedly. "I hadn't given it too much of a serious thought, but if it's okay with you... Now, if you're talking about Sensei, well, I had hoped to get in there first, but I can allow you to—"
Yue blandly kicked her in a shin. "Nodoka isn't a sex fiend like you!"
"O-Of course I'm not!" the shy girl protested, pressing her arms down against her front and lowering her gaze down.
Haruna actually looked disappointed. "You actually sure, Nodoka? All jokes aside, if you're ever going to get rid of that phobia to men you have, you should start aiming low... if you know what I mean..."
Yue scoffed, lifting her tiny nose up. "Negi-sensei is aiming too high for you, Haruna."
"Oh, I know he's a great catch, despite his... size and age problems," Haruna was undeterred. "I just mean, well, our Nodoka should start with a man who isn't fully a man yet... you know, to get used to it step by step..."
"I think I'm going to be sick," Yue grunted.
Fortunately for her, they already had reached Konoka's dorm. Yue got to the door first, ringing the doorbell and being greeted by her fellow Baka Red. "Good afternoon, Asuna," she said.
"Ah, Yue, Honya-chan!" Asuna greeted back. "Welcome! Glad to have you here!" Then she shot Haruna a glare. "Hey, and what's up with that suit? We're going to have kids here! Don't you have any shame?"
"Don't you have any Christmas spirit?" Saotome feigned being pained as she walked after her two closest friends. "You're so rough! And after I brought you a gift, too!"
"You did?" Asuna blinked. "Well, thanks, but—"
"Don't mention it! I forgive you!" Haruna sat down before the TV, turning it on and beginning flipping through channels. "Do you get American channels in this thing?"
"I could get you a longer skirt..." Asuna offered, being utterly ignored by the red clad girl. "I wouldn't mind to lend it to you..."
"Forgive us for bringing her, please," Yue apologized. "Where's Konoka?"
"Oh, she's at the kitchen, getting the turkey ready," Asuna replied. "Setsuna's with her, and Itoshiki-sensei is using the bathroom..."
"KAGURAZAKA-KUN!" A man's voice bellowed from further inside. "Exactly what is this thing behind the toilet seat?"
Asuna's pigtails stod up.
"And why's this photo of Takahata-sensei right next to it?" Nozomu's voice continued.
Asuna's face changed into several different shades of red, purple and green at random intervals.
"Furthermore, why is this—" he went on.
"EXCUSE ME!!" Asuna told her guests before zooming down the hall, disappearing from sight seconds before the heavy sounds of mauling and insolite violence came from the bathroom in full force, Itoshiki's questions being replaced by his deafening yowls of agony.
Nodoka simply stood in place, turned into a veritable salt statue.
Haruna, on the other hand, just gave Yue a knowing wink and a nod. "See? Deep inside, we're all the same anyway!"
Yue sighed deeply. "I need a stronger juice than the usual."
edited 30th Dec '10 7:59:24 PM by NapoleonDeCheese
I think it came off all right, but I can see why you'd think it's a bit stiff. You know the trope Said Bookism? I think that might be the case.
Huh, reading that made me realize that I don't use a lot of dialogue tags period. Hmmm...
Reaction Image RepositoryHappy New Year. May we continue writing Negima Fanfics for the betterment of the fanbase.
Hyped for Hyperdimension Neptunia V 2Prototype Piece using some of the new characters. It also takes a few elements from Worst Case Scenario, so you've been warned.
It's not the plot I'll be sticking them in, but think of it as a 'Chapter Zero' Elseworlds tryout.
"Do you know the legend about this classroom?" the dark skinned Juliet D'Aguillon asked, momentarily forgetting the voodoo doll she was sewing.
"Legend?" the heavily accented Cheryl Dixon asked back, warily eyeing the amateur witch. It was her first day at Class 2-A, and her classmates already were creeping her out to no end.
"They say several students, most of the class, in fact, and their very young teacher vanished without a trace in a vacation trip to Wales fifteen years ago," D'Aguillon confirmed in a confidential tone. The girls had started to gather around her, most of them knowing the story by heart but wanting to see the newcomer's reaction to it. "There was a huge inquiry. They officially chalked it up to a plane accident, but no one ever found that plane or their bodies. To this day, some people rumors they... were lost somewhere else instead."
"Like the Bermudas Triangle, you mean?" the American girl asked.
Juliet smirked condescendingly. "Something much, much bigger than that."
"Not again with that," the black haired, elegant and distinguished Class Rep icily scoffed.
"You know it's true!" the wannabe witch claimed. "Your aunt Mana was one of them, wasn't she, Midori?"
The tall and thin Tatsumiya heiress seated two seats away calmly nodded, never saying anything or lifting her eyes from her book.
"You could ask Yukihiro-sensei, too," Juliet said stubbornly. "She was lucky she was left behind when it happened, or she'd have died too!"
"We couldn't be that lucky," an average looking girl snorted in annoyance from the back of the class.
"Sanzenin-san, please!" the Iincho scolded her.
"Have I heard a mention of my name?" a tall, gorgeous blond woman calmly strode into the classroom, and the Class Rep quickly ordered her fellow students to get up and salute. "Good morning, girls. Now, I think you were debating a matter that concerns me personally?"
"We only were telling her about this class' history, Sensei," the busty and freckled Hanagata Miyuki started, apologetically pointing at Cheryl.
"Ah, Dixon-san," Ayaka recognized her. She had been the one who had shown the newcomer her new room the day before. The same room Yuuna and Makie had once shared. "I assume they were telling you about the disappearance of my old class?"
"Sorry, but you must admit it's too important a topic to ignore," Juliet said. "We had to explain her why we don't have class trips anymore."
Ayaka sighed. "What have you told her so far?"
"Only a few things," Cheryl replied. "Sensei, is it true? That was fifteen years ago, around the time you had that crisis with the World Tree. Was there any relation between both things?"
"Of course there is!" the local conspiracy theorist had slammed her hands down on her desk. Hinomori Misato was in the case again, her voice quickly gaining momentum and steam with each passing word. "It's all but publically confirmed fact now! There was a parallel world that used to have a link to the World Tree, and Sensei's class was lost there! But that whole world went poof, and the backlash of it almost wiped the school out!"
"Ridiculous," Sanzenin Madoka callously waved a hand around. "You're crazy."
"No, she's actually quite close to the truth," Juliet insisted in a far more stable tone.
Sanzenin shot her a glare. "That midget hermit has filled your head with all sorts of gravel."
"Watch your tongue when talking about Mademoiselle Mc Dowell!" D'Aguillon snapped. "She knows everything there is to know about this world and the ones beyond!"
The blond woman silenced them all, energically hitting her desk with a ruler. "Enough! Dixon-san, to be bluntly honest, the disappearance of my clas is a topic I'd prefer not touching. To this day, it still pains me, but I understand your curiosity bears no ill motives. Suffice to say, I have good reasons to believe they are still alive, somewhere, somehow."
"But that whole world collapsed, didn't it?" Misato insisted, and Juliet nodded in agreement. "No one could've survived something like that."
With the utmost respect and seriousness in her voice, the teacher said, "They could. They could do anything. To the end of my days, I'll hold on to that hope."
"Is it true you were in love with that teacher, Sensei?" Hibiki Aya asked, shuffling a set of playing cards between her hands out of pure habit.
Yukihiro-sensei would have panicked in another time about such an indiscreet question. Not anymore. "I loved him, yes, but maybe not in the way you're thinking. I loved him like you would love an idol on a pedestal, and yet also like you would love a very close brother. After he was gone, I learned there was much about him and my classmates they kept from me, but I cannot hold that against them. They did what they considered best, and I'm sure they did that to the very end of that crisis. And that they still are doing it."
"And that's why you became a teacher?" Cheryl guessed. "To follow on his footsteps?"
"I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a big part of it, but also, I felt I had come to belong to this place," Ayaka admitted. "Maybe it was partially to cope with that loss, but I realized I have never been really happy anywhere but here. I belong to this school, and she belongs in my heart as well. And yes, you're a large part of that. I'm glad I can guide you through life, hopefully the same way Negi-sensei did for me."
"If I had your money, I wouldn't be wasting my life here, Sensei," Sanzenin dryly commented. "I'd be out there, seeing the world, making a big name for myself. You could be anywhere else, doing anything you'd want..."
"I want to be here," Yukihiro stated firmly. "For the rest of my life if I need to. Waiting for them, never doubting them, but also hoping for you to be as good as they were. I have no regrets on that."
The short haired Shirogami Hitomi smiled faintly. "And we're glad to have you here, Sensei. Good thing to know you'll be teaching us this term, too."
"Actually, I will not," Yukihiro-sensei replied, somewhat ruefully. "I was informed I won't be your homeroom teacher this year. It seems they'll send a new replacement while I'm assigned to Class 1-D."
"Then why aren't you there now?" Sanzenin scowled.
"I don't know," Ayaka shook her head. "Minamoto-sensei told me to wait here while the new teacher arrived. Why, exactly, I have no—"
Then a small head peeked into the classroom from out the front door. Ayaka's words died down in her suddenly dry mouth.
"Excuse me," the tiny 10 years old girl at the door shyly asked, pushing her large round glasses up her nose. Her long reddish brown hair trailed down over her shoulders and to her waist's level. She was impeccably dressed, but her face still betrayed the eagerness of a lost child. "Is-Is this Class 2-A? I was told to come here. You're Yukihiro Ayaka-sensei, aren't you? My-My name's Nina Springf—"
Ayaka's eyes had welled up with tears. She was a 14-years old teenager again. And she felt complete once more. Sobbing loudly, much to the students' shock, she quickly crouched down and hugged the child against herself, tightly, burying her face into her right shoulder and allowing all the bottled up pain to flow out along with her happiness.
The little girl remained perfectly still and silent for a moment, her eyes wide, before slowly smiling and running an easing diminutive hand over the woman's back.
"Dad sends his regards, Yukihiro-sensei..."
edited 1st Jan '11 8:19:48 AM by NapoleonDeCheese
"Captain! We're reaching critical levels of D'AWWW! The ship can't hold out much longer!"
A brief update on the two not previously listed with full names, yet named on the ficlet above, characters:
Hibiki Aya: The card player and gambler. Unlike Sakurako, she depends on actual skill instead of luck to win her bets. Maybe a fan of Yu-Gi-Oh even though she despises overall anime and manga? Openly lesbian, in a stable relationship with another girl (not decided which one yet). Has her hair done in twin pigtails.
Hinomori Misato: The conspiracy nut. She's right in the one shot (at least regarding the existence of Mundus Magicus. I'll let it open to you if it really collpased or not), but always wrong in her theories in the main project(s). Blonde with her hair made up in a bun. Short and active, likes roller skating.
Finding a proper name for New Iincho is killing me, however. I'm not satisfied with anything.
The FF.Net link, just in case anyone wants to leave a review there. I also tried to fix the first draft's typos:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6613591/1/All_that_Remains_in_the_End
Pat. St. of Archive Binge
Finally found a way out of the corner I'd painted myself into in HMEEA. Originally it was plain old Mary Sue hero-worship, which just didn't fit.
"Whaaa?"
"The city and its lord have very high standards for its guard. My loyalty is in doubt, due solely to your little ruse when you saw me..."
...oh no. Haruna's shock was fading and she was trying to be serious, but her face wouldn't obey her. The ever-present grin was coming back as Isley complimented her on her cunning (really, spur-of-the-moment) ruse (whim). It was just like that time she received detention for sneaking into the boy's locker room on a dare. Takahata-sensei had wondered how a 13-year-old girl could make her own lockpick. The principal remarked that she must be a very smart young girl; her proud smirk had gotten her another week's worth...
...he was still talking. She tuned back in.
"...losing my job was almost a certainty and- is something funny?"
"No! Nonono." She forced herself to look attentive and, above all, serious. "Go on."
Glaring for a bit, he continued, "I figured I might as well have my fun before I had to look for employment. Then I made the connection and saw an... opportunity. Are you in the market for a guard, Miss Haruna?"
"Umm..."
"I don't need to remind you that, while you could escape with relative ease, the city would not hesitate to hire bounty hunters, and with my description they would be able to find you wherever you set up shop. I have just enough spite for what you've done to me today to send it."
"If I told you we were framed, would you believe me?"
"Given your current record of honesty, not really", said Isley dryly, "but I need you regardless. I request that you hire me. No, I insist."
He had her. It wasn't as though it would be hard to ditch him, but a larger bounty, while flattering, would be all kinds of unhealthy.
"Well then... I guess... welcome aboard!" Haruna stuck out her hand, which was swamped by his furry mitt, and shook vigorously.
I've got the first chunk of the first chapter of my Negima-Star Wars crossover done. Mostly just setting things up for the rest of the chapter.
Chisame shuddered briefly. Try as she might, Chisame couldn’t forget those events. It all seemed like manga story arcs with way too much fan service! Chisame forced a smirk, however. At least all of that was behind her. Perhaps she could then focus on her website and post some new cosplay photos. She hasn’t updated in weeks, and was sure that her loyal fan base was wondering where their precious Chiu-Chiu was.
Yue Ayase turned her head to her seatmate, sees her looking perfectly manic, and slurped from her Banana-Tuna flavored juice box. “You all right there, Chisame?” she asked.
Chisame coughed and adjusted her glasses. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”
Yue slurped again. “Shell-shocked, huh?”
Chisame flinched. “It’s that obvious?”
“Yeah,” she said monotonously. Yue turned to face the still reciting Negi. “This story is strangely…appropriate.”
Chisame pondered for a moment on the title. “You’re not making me feel better, you know?!”
—-
Mahora Academy’s elderly Dean Konoe sat behind his desk, looking through a tall stack of papers. He looked ready to collapse into the bureaucratic mess of notices, memos and the odd death threat or two. Konoe’s speakerphone sounded and his secretary’s voice called, “A man here is requesting for a meeting with you, Mr. Konoe.”
“Well, who is it?” he asked. Anything to distract him from his work.
“Someone called…uh, what was it again? Oh. A Qui-Gon Jinn.”
Konoe raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Is it now? Send him in.” The office’s door opened and a middle-aged gentleman with long graying hair entered. He dressed unusually in earthy clothing, boots, and robes. Most unusually though was attached to his belt was a long metallic rod. For those with dirty minds, get your heads out of the gutter. “Qui-Gon,” Konoe greeted with open arms.
“Konoemon, my old friend,” Qui-Gon said with a smile as he took the seat across Konoe’s desk. “It’s been too long.”
“What brings you here to our humble Mahora?”
Qui-Gon scanned the finely-crafted massive office with all types of antiques that were probably all worth small fortunes each. “Yes. ‘Humble.’” He coughed. “I’m afraid this is not a friendly visit.”
Konoe sighed, pouring himself green tea from the teapot on his desk. “I was afraid of that,” he said as he sipped from his cup.
“I have come to inform you that the Jedi Council have strong reason to believe that the Sith have reemerged.”
Konoe gagged on his tea, nearly dropping his cup. “A Sith?!”
“Yes. A Sith.” Qui-Gon nodded.
“But…a Sith?!”
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. “Yes. A Sith.”
“A Si–”
“Nothing we can confirm, though,” he said before the dean could continue. “Master Yoda felt a great disturbance in the balance of the Force. The Jedi, however, do not wish to alert the Senate, out of fear of mass hysteria. Several of us have been dispatched to inform retired or out-of-commission Jedi of the possible threat.”
Konoe stroked his beard anxiously. “A Sith?” Qui-Gon groaned. “I never imagined I’d hear about from them for the rest of my lifetime. Is there anything I can do?”
“It is all right,” Qui-Gon said reassuringly. “I was sent out only to warn you to keep your eyes open. It would be best to inform Takamichi, as well.”
“Yes, yes.” Konoe nodded, rising on his feet. “Would you like a tour of the school before you depart?”
Qui-Gon smiled. “I’ve got time to kill. I’m only waiting on my apprentice to return with the ship.”
“Apprentice, eh? Think he’ll be a good catch for my little Konoka?”
edited 1st Jan '11 8:27:33 PM by NoLimit
Unequally Christmas Special, Continuation.
She knew it sounded stupid, and that was why she never told anyone about it, but she could guess a few people's identities just by the way they rang. With Iincho, it was pretty much like her voice; clear and imperative, yet also elegant and sincere. It sounded loudly, yet never repeating itself unless a lot of time passed, in which case it sounded harder and harsher, but never desperate. Like Iincho herself giving a command, expecting to be obeyed in the spot.
Konoka, of course, happily obeyed.
"Good aftenoon, Iincho!" the words left her mouth just as she was opening the front door for the blonde.
"Good afternoon to you too, Konoka-san, and Merry Christmas," Ayaka bowed formally in turn. She was wearing an elaborate, nearly angelic looking white dress, and one of her maids, the tallest one with the sharp icy eyes behind huge round glasses, stood behind her carrying a huge and heavy looking box in her arms.
"Huh?" Asuna approached as well, with Setsuna following. "Oh, it's you, Iincho. What's cookin'."
Ayaka made a slight sneering. "Merry Christmas, Asuna-san, Sakurazaki-san."
"The same for you, Iincho-san," Setsuna bowed respectfully.
Ayaka looked up and down at her. "Sakurazaki-san, whatever happened to your training sword."
"We have it stored until the party ends, but if you want to commit Seppuku..." Asuna caustically smirked.
And Ayaka smirked back. "Oh, no! As my gracious hostess, I insist on your going first, Asuna-san!"
"Ah, ha ha, you two..." Konoka made her way to the maid and bowed. "Glad to see you too, Roberta-san. Wish to spend the party with us?"
"Oh, no, I couldn't," the woman quickly replied. "I only came to bring this for Ojou-sama, and I'll simply pick her back later tonight. In the meanwhile, I won't intrude."
"It's not intruding!" Konoka laughed. "The more, the much merrier! Don'tcha think, Asuna?"
Her roommate shrugged. "If that's okay with you..."
"I simply couldn't—" Roberta insisted before Ayaka hushed her with a brief hand gestured.
"I'm fine with it as well, Roberta-san. You've more than earned it."
"Thank you so very much for your kindness, Ojou-sama," Roberta replied.
"Well, then leave that box under the tree and relax yourself!" the Konoe heiress chirped. "I'll go bring some drinks!" She retreated back to the kitchen.
As Roberta did as told, Setsuna couldn't help but noticing the dry solid thud the box made upon hitting the floor. "I hope I'm not being rude, but what do you have in there?" she warily asked.
Ayaka chuckled. "My Christmas gift for Negi-sensei, naturally. I couldn't be satisfied with just anything. It had to reflect the depths of my appreciation for him!"
"Had any problems finding sex shops open this season?" Asuna dryly asked her.
"Why?" Ayaka stared daggers at her. "Interested on the subject?"
Asuna waved a hand. "Sorry, that wasn't funny. Look, neither of us wants to ruin Konoka's party, so let's bury the hatchet just for tonight. Because it's Christmas, and all that junk."
Ayaka paused for a moment before nodding. "I agree."
Asuna smiled and extended a hand. "Deal, then?"
The Class Rep shook the offered hand. "Deal!"
A few seconds later, they let each other go after squeezing their hands as hard as they could. Their hands even had been left red as dead raw meat.
Setsuna and Roberta quietly sighed.
"So, where's the mistletoe?" Ayaka asked, looking around.
"The what?" Asuna questioned.
"The mistletoe, of course!" Ayaka said. "What kind of ignorant are you? It's a Christmas tradition! You need to have at least one mistletoe spot at any Christmas celebration! Fortunately, I had the foresighting for such a misstep on your part! Roberta-san!" She snapped her fingers.
The maid quickly pulled a few branches of mistletoe from a large pocket of her apron. "It's right here, Ojou-sama!"
"Over that door!" Ayaka pointed to a random nearby door.
"That's the way to the bathroom!" Asuna said. "What a bad taste!"
"Oh, sorry!" the Iincho excuse herself. "Over that other, then!" She pointed at the door leading to the small dinning room, and Roberta quickly hung it there with somewhat clumsy hands.
"What's that for?" Asuna asked with vivid curiosity.
"You really don't know?" Ayaka incredulously asked.
"Nope!"
"Me neither," Setsuna admitted.
Ayaka exhaled a sigh. How to explain that one to a Baka Ranger and a girl who understood of nothing but swords, without revealing her own plans in the proccess...
Then the doorbell rang again. "You'll explain me later," Asuna went to open. "Hey, brat, Chisame and the Prof!" she greeted, and Ayaka's heart jumped up in joy. "Ew, you brought that weasel again?-!"
Ayaka was quickly retouching her makeup before her rival would lead the newcomers in. "D-Do I look fashionable enough, Roberta-san?"
"Like a film star, Ojou-sama?"
"Innocent yet seductive?"
"No doubt about it, Ojou-sama."
"How about my lipstick? Does it invite for a chaste but passionate kiss?"
"I... I wouldn't be the best person to ask about that, Ojou-sama..."
Setsuna idly wondered if she ever sounded that bad when talking to Konoka.
