All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

"In the name of the Mahora Student Council, I, Suzushiro Haruka, have come to stop this felly!" she loudly proclaimed.

"The right term is 'folly', Haruka-chan," the girl behind her told her, in a very low and submissive voice eerily reminiscing of Nodoka's.

Not paying her any attention, the Vice President went on, "What a shame upon the good name of this Academy! I expected better even from 2-A and 2-F! Tell me, who started this?"

"THEY DID!" Chiri and Ayaka pointed at once at each other.

Meanwhile, Chisame was just arriving with Hakase, approaching Negi slowly. "Sensei? What's the problem this time?"

"You wanted to steal our old dodgeball training spot away," the tall and heavily bandaged Kobushi Abiru told her.

"What?" Chisame's mouth twitched. "I don't even play dodgeball!"

"That's the perfect excuse, though, isn't it?" Abiru countered.

"And I wasn't even here!"

"That only makes it even more conveniently perfect..."

Haruka perked an ear up. "Dodgeball?"

"Actually, we were playing voleyball," Akira said.

"But we wanted to play dodgeball!" Chiri exclaimed.

"So this is all because of a game of ball?" Haruka rubbed her chin. "How frivolous, but I figure we also can put your misguided sport spirits to good use..."

"I don't like that sudden spark in your eyes. It always speaks of doom and incoming misery for all those involved," Ayaka snorted.

"Maybe we still can escape," Yue opined.

Oblivious to everyone else, Haruka raised an index finger up. "We shall solve these long standing differences between classes with a healthy match of the sport in question!"

"We're going to play voleyball against them?" Asuna blinked.

Haruka scrached herself on a cheek, thinking it over. "Mmmmmm... Nah, perhaps dodgeball would be better. It'd help you to vent your primal, base frustrations out a lot better!" She snapped her fingers. "Yukino!"

"Yes, Haruka-chan?" her secretary rushed to her side.

"Book me this area for tomorrow at this same hour! Also, call Jinnai-san and tell him to secure enough budget for an improptu event!" She tightened a fist and held it up. "This has potential! Through an encounter between classes destined to be bitter rivals, but joined up by the power of sportmanshionip, we'll inspire all the student body to excel at their respective fields, lifting their spirits like never before!"

"I believe the word you were looking for is 'sportmanship', Haruka-chan," Yukino meekly pointed out.

"Girls playing dodgeball!" a nearby boy shouted.

"In short shorts!" another one added.

"My spirit already's up, and it's not alone!" a third one completed.

"... Pigs," Itoshiki muttered, then told Haruka, "Suzushiro-kun, wouldn't it be better if we just arrange an usage schedule between both classes?"

"Sensei, you weren't able to settle this down before, why should we expect for you to do it now?" the student authority figure told him rather curtly.

Nozomu's jaw hung down, then he quickly moved away to crouch down into a Corner of Woe. "You... You're right. I have utterly failed at my educative goal..."

"I'm all for it!" Chiri nodded with vigor. "It's time we taught you juniors to respect your upperclassmen!"

"Says you!" Asuna shouted back. "But yeah, we'll take it! You're going to fall hard, grannies!"

"YAY, GAME!!" Kafuka and Konoka cheered at once with their nearly identical voices.

"Asuna, no!" Makie gasped. "I know how does this go! It's like in TV comedies! Now they'll try to get us into a bet, and they'll say they'll pull Negi-kun apart from us to teach them if we lose! And we'll have to suffer through a lot of comical hijinks to win!"

All of 2-F, minus the always baffled Ai, looked harshly at her.

"... Why would we do such a stupid thing? TEACHING ARRANGEMENTS DON'T WORK THAT WAY!" Kaere yelled, not noticing how the breeze randomly blew past her, toying with her short skirt and giving the nearby boys and Honsho Chizuru a brief peek of her strawberry imprinted panties.

"And besides, he already teaches us two English classes a week," Nami coldly reminded 2-A.

"And we aren't disgusting pedophiles like the whole of you," Chiri made a sickened face.

"HEY, HEY!" Asuna yelled.

"... I am very sorry," Chiri quickly amended. "We aren't disgusting pedophiles like the whole of you but the old men chaser."

"That's it!!" Asuna had to be restrained by Kaede and Ku from behind, as she kicked and trashed. "As if you're one to talk! We all know you like Despair-sensei! Hypocrite! Flat chested old maid!"

Now it was Chiri who had to be restrained by Kaere and Abiru. "Who are you calling flat chested?-! If I didn't know you're clinically insane, I'd give you the ultimate punishment!"

"WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME INSANE, YOU FANATIC NUT?-!"

"NO ONE IN HER RIGHT MIND WEARS BELLS IN HER HAIR!"

From the sidelines, Haruka fumed in anger. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP THIS AT ONCE!!"

Negi sat down next to her, along Chisame, both slumping their heads down.

"Welcome to my world, Suzushiro-san..." he sighed.

"I was going to ask for more details about what's happened here, but on second thought, forget it," Hasegawa mumbled.

She’s heard those words before—from the same person even—and it takes a lot of self-control not to jump at the words. At least that’s one thing she has no matter when she is. The Martian chuckles. “Well of course. He is my ancestor after all.”

Evangeline lifts herself away, laughing softly before smiling mockingly. “Yes, so he is.”

Chao smirks and points at her neck. “Don’t tell me you’re going to let your interest in that keep you from taking another taste?”

More laughter, and Chao lets it lull her into a sense of peace she doesn’t deserve—anything to distract her from her own response to those words she heard so many times before coming to the past.

It’s the same answer she gave the vampire’s future self, but she doesn’t think that this Evangeline is talking about the same person. It would be a little odd if she was, considering that Negi just showed up at Mahora a week ago. Chao knows Evangeline will have many, many opportunities in the future to taste him, but she definitely hasn’t had her first bite yet.

The Evangeline of the future was very clear about when that happened. She tried to hide it, but whenever she helped outline what would happen in the past, she always, always detailed Negi’s role in it. Chao would have been impressed if it hadn’t been so obvious that all her mentor had left was those memories she could never go back to.

Chao wondered, the first time she met Evangeline’s past self, how many of those memories she’d be destroying. That unimportant emotional concern is what led to this bizarre association with the Evangeline her ancestors knew.

This Evangeline isn’t the one she grew up with. This one isn’t the person who called her a naïve fool while helping her with every step she could of the Cassiopeia. They look exactly the same, but years of experience separate them.

But when Chao first came to the past, all she could see was the person who taught her everything there was to know about magic and her heritage.

So working with one of her new—friends, she started a project that had very little to do with her mission in the past, and everything to do with reconnecting with a person who probably didn’t know her name.

No matter what the century, Evangeline always liked dolls. Chao almost felt obligated to make a good one for her, even if she wasn’t repaying the same Evangeline she knew. Starting the day after she first saw the younger version of the vampire in class, she began her work on Chachamaru.

There were a lot of false starts, each resulting in a new servant for a very, very suspicious Evangeline, but eventually Chao got it right, and even acknowledging the absurdity of letting herself indulge her humanity so blatantly couldn’t take away the comfort she felt when Evangeline bared her fangs in a smirk at the sight of her soon-to-be partner.

Above her now, those same fangs glint in the moonlight before descending and sinking into her flesh once more. Chao feels herself smiling a little through the bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain. The future Evangeline was a lot rougher.

She hasn’t told the vampire why she’s so interested in her. She guesses—correctly—that Evangeline doesn’t particularly care at this point. She has blood, new servants, an incomplete history of the future, and, though she’ll never admit it, company.

Chao’s not in a hurry to admit that the last one matters either. She likes to think that she’s lying in Evangeline’s bed being fed on because she’ll probably never find a way to thank the future Evangeline for all of her help. She likes to ignore how good it feels, and how that feeling intensifies when Evangeline decides to take on the adult form her future self favors.

She really likes believing that she didn’t have an outcome involving Evangeline sucking on her neck every other night in mind when she decided to reconnect with the vampire.

All the irrational, unscientific feelings the past version of her mentor sparks in her are best left ignored. They aren’t productive, and if she isn’t careful, they’ll distract her from what she’s in the past to do. And besides that…

“You taste like him.”

Both versions of Evangeline have made it clear that in these situations, she’s simply a replacement. Taking that into account, even if she were to admit any of her neglected feelings, it wouldn’t end favorably for her. There’s no benefit to acknowledging them.

Still… Sometimes, when she’s feeling particularly lost in this new, peaceful world she’s thrown herself into, she almost wants to imagine that she’s more to Evangeline than the descendant of Negi and the Thousand Master.