All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

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So then I finally gathered enough courage and asked it. I knew it was doomed, I knew your reply long before the words escaped my lips, but I still did it. I knew I'd be damaging our beautiful relationship forever, just because of a dark, twisted whim. But I still couldn't resist it. The urge finally became too much, and the damning words flowed out.

"Could you ever look at me the same way?"

And you paused, horrified, and your face became so pale I thought you'd die. And I felt the deep impact of my regret long before you could gather enough coherence to say a simple, honest, brutal, "No. Sorry."

Even so, I, the utterly, endlessly stupid me, still had the guts to blurt out something else. "So I'm not so similar to her, after all."

"No. And that's for the best," you wisely said.

I nodded, knowing it was futile to continue pursuing that. "I suppose you'll hate me now."

"No. I never could hate you, Yuna."

But you'll never look at me the same way again. And neither will I. If I ever muster enough will to ever look at my reflection again.

@"Nagi and Arika (there's a good chance they were too busy running around being heroic to get married)": .... That would make Negi a Heroic Bastard, right? Not that I discriminate against out-of-wedlock children, mind you. (Come on, blaming them for something that they had no choice in?!)

Now that would be telling

trust me.

No trust me. It would be telling

The fun is about to begin

I have a bad feeling about this...

"Hey, this is actually a lot like my dates with Mistah Jay," the talkative blonde loon laughed, as she was dragged along the halls of Arkham by the redhead in the dark bikini with microskirt. She had her hands restrained by a pair og gigantic, toy-looking, but horribly strong cuffs. Better than anything the GCPD ever carried around, that was for sure. "And hey, whaddya did to the guards?" She kicked at the head of one of them as they passed next to him, giggling as the downed man made a few incoherent sounds. "And can you get me some?"

"They are dreaming their worst nightmares right now, through the lemurs attached to their faces," Ves Ves explained calmly.

Harley winced. "On second thought, I'll pass. I had enough of that jazz that time I agreed to help Prof Crane with his experiments. Hey, I didn't agree on it, now that I remember! That man owes me! Get me a lawyer! Get me Dent! And a bubble bath! But not all at once. Puddin' would suspect!" She kicked around.

Ves Ves sighed. "I'll never complain about Palla Palla again."

A few doors later, Cere Cere joined her, also dragging a still drugged, confused Poison Ivy down. "Any problems on your side?" Harley's kidnapper asked.

"Everything went like silk until I tried to make her react," Cere Cere exhaled sadly. "The physicians here have, in crude terms, drugged her to the eyeballs."

"A better life through chemistry...!" Harley cheered, then bonked her head against Ivy's, as they were dragged together now. "Knock knock, Red! Knock knock! Hey, you're supposed to ask who's there!"

"Is she drugged too?" Cere Cere pouted.

"No, she's like this all the time, apparently," Ves Ves replied.

"For the love of Queen Neherenia!" the pink haired girl gasped. "I'll never complain about Palla Palla again!"

Harley looked up at them, with curious baby blue eyes. "Hey, you sisters?"

"Yes," Cere Cere nodded.

"The Decadent Habits type?" the blonde asked again.

"Nothing of your business," Ves Ves grumbled.

"Oh, so you are!" Harley assumed.

"No, we aren't!" Cere Cere shouted indignantly.

Ves Ves rasped deeply, frowning a bit.

"That time doesn't count!" Cere Cere now snapped at her. "I stayed mostly out of it!"

"I remember it differently!" Ves Ves shot back.

"No wonder! Your mind must play you tricks just to convince you you ever had a worthy lover!"

"You? Hah! Jun Jun was a better lay than you!"

"Hah hah! Well, Palla Palla is much better than you at giving hea—"

"Now I'm sorry I asked..." Harley mused.

Ivy stared widely into the nothingness. "The Green calls to me... I can smell its spores, singing to me... They want me to help her..."

"Red, I hate breakin' the news ta ya, but I don't think we're in much of a shape to help even ourselves," Quinn said before asking the bickering sisters, "Hey, Juliet and Juliet, this is an elaborate escape attempt, righto?"

"If you can survive it!" they barked at her at the same time, angry to have their discussion interrupted.

"Sheesh, just sayin', since ya know, not to rain on our parade, but even if you disabled all the guards and docs in the building, the automatic security system will send an alarm signal to the cops and we'll have the nuthouse swaring with coppers and the Bat himself in minutes. Trust me! I used to be part of the staff!"

"We know!" Cere Cere huffed. "Don't worry about that. Our sister Palla Palla sabotaged those systems as well."

Harley chuckled. "How? Did she give them head?"

"Don't push your luck," Ves Ves warned.

And then, both inmates were brought to the front doors of the building and pushed out into the garden. Ivy stumbled ahead and fell facefirst into the grass, actually smiling as her skin touched the fresh ground.

Harley looked up. "So, where's the chopper?"

"There will be no helicopters," Cere Cere explained.

Harley blinked. "Flying saucer, then? Boom Tube? Slow moving flying headquarters of the Legion of Doom? A magic carpet?"

Ves Ves lifted an eyebrow. "Magic carpet?"

"Hey, asked by the woman who looks like an I Dream Of Jeannie reject!" Harley protested.