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Decadent Habits	By : OverMaster Category: +M to R > Mahou Sensei Negima/Magister Negi Magi Views: 8829 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Once more, featuring Darkenning's work:

Akamatsu Ken created Negima, and would probably not appreciate any of this. I don't own or claim to own anything he created.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 11: Negi

Slowly, Asuna reached out and picked up the phone.

"Okay, you don't want to call emergency on this, because that'll make far too much noise, but I know the number of -" Haruna started to explain.

"I'm sorry, Pal," Asuna said quietly. "They're the only family that I've got." And with that, she jumped up and ran out the door, still holding the phone, before Haruna could do anything.

The artist could only sit and gape. That was her burn phone - her only burn phone. If she wanted to call this in, now, she'd have to use a line that could be traced back to her. "Shit," she muttered. Memo to self - get new burn phone. Strike that - get two so this doesn't happen again.

Well, maybe it was for the best. On further reflection, the idea of the Mahora police department, even its special investigations division, being forced to confront a wizard like Negi-sensei, was a bit frightening. Nightmare visions of him reanimating dinosaurs and riding them around as people fled screaming flittered through her consciousness. They were very cool nightmare visions, but again, some things were better left as fantasies ...

Back in a certain room, the party, let's call it, had continued, and a proposed switch had been undertaken. At the moment, Konoka was smiling sweetly up at Akashi while shifting her hips up to meet his vigrorous thrusts into her. "Come on, Wataru-jiisan-sensei," she cried, abusing honorifics terribly. "Show me what you've got! Show me how you're better than daddy!" He wasn't, really. Her father was definitely the best guy she'd ever been with ... much better than Takahata, that time he'd shown up at this very dorm room stinking drunk looking for Asuna when her roommate had been out. Her first guy wasn't even on the charts. But guys liked being told how good they were, right?

Akashi was honestly a little disturbed by her attitude. That Asuna girl had obviously had some sort of personal problems, which was consistent with what he'd heard about her, but what he'd heard about his neice - well, the neice he'd known about - had led him to believe that she was a sweet, innocent girl. Yet here she was, engaging in sex with a man she'd never met and whom she'd learned was her uncle, and despite the sordid nature of the act, her attitude could best described as, well, genki. This just wasn't right. Oh, well.

Over on the other side of the room, Yuna was slowly sliding up and down where she rested above the waist of her newly discovered uncle, looking down at his feet as she did so. It wasn't that she thought Eishun was ugly or anything, although all his scars - how did someone survive some of those injuries? - did make her a little nervous. But this position was the best way to monopolise the attentions of her other partner, down below, licking and teasing at where her body met Eishun's hardness, as Yuna's fingers ran through the swordmistress' hair.

At first, Setsuna had been obviously shocked by Yuna's assumption that the switch would mean that she would get to enjoy both of Konoka's lovers. But she'd followed Konoka's gently voiced suggestion that she go along with it. While Yuna hadn't ever announced the fact, she had always thought that Setsuna was pretty smoking hot. Since learning just how good sex with girls could be, she had been considering ways she might go about insinutating herself into the kendo-girl's scene with Konoka. And here they were, doing just that. Damn, things worked out great sometimes.

Setsuna was miserable. All of her life, she'd only ever wanted Konoka. Okay, she'd occasionally thought appreciative thoughts about Asuna or Mana, and, yes, Negi. And, well, she had had something that felt like an orgasm when she'd finally beaten Tsukuyomi down without killing her, asserting the superiority of her beliefs in the sanctity of life over the other girl's mindless bloodlust. But Yuna? She barely even knew the girl, and even though she was sort of cute, the thought of having sex with Yuna was awful. The thought of having sex with Yuna and Yuna's father was even worse! But the absolute worst part was that she knew that if Konoka smiled at her, she'd do it.

Konoka-ojousama, I understand why you're punishing your-I-mean-our father, but why are you punishing me like this?

Eishun was tired. Up almost all night with these two, just a few hours sleep, then the train ride from Kyoto - during which Konoka had insisted on seeing whether they could get away with doing it in the washroom - then the romp in their hotel room, and now all of this. Even a master of the Shinmei-ryu only had so much stamina. Ironically, his current partner didn't even seem to notice his flagging abilities.

Which was understandable; he suspected that, much like his older daughter, and despite her perverse interest in her own father, this Yuna was much more drawn to her own sex than the opposite. He could sympathise, having been the same way in his youth, before he'd met Setsuna's mother. Eventually, she'd probably settle down with some nice, non-threatening boy, much he'd settled with a non-threatening woman, but right now, she was paying much more attention to what Setsuna was doing than what he was.

For his own part, Eishun was paying more attention to what Arika was doing. At the moment, she was in the center of the room, bent over the kotatsu on her stomach as Negi rutted away behind her, murmuring occasional words of lewd encouragement like, "Yes, wonderful, your cock feels so good in my cunt." He sighed and shook his head slightly. He was fallen from what he'd been, all those years ago, but she had fallen further. That the beloved of the Thousand Master should engage in such language, and such debauchery. Still, as he'd said earlier, he had no room to talk.

Abruptly, he was distracted from such contemplations by his orgasm, and the pleasant sigh Yuna gave in response suggested she'd had one in response. He hoped she was using birth control pills, otherwise she could be in for an unpleasant surprise. But he was further distracted from such considerations as she slid free of him - not hard, since he doubted that he was going to be able to have another erection for quite some time, even with magical help - and turned around to cuddle up by his side, avoiding contact with his scars but kissing his cheek.

"You were great, Eishun-sama," she said sweetly. "D'you think all the guys in that Ala-Ruby thing you were in are in great shape like you? Do any of them have cute daughters like yours?"

"Ala Rubra," Eishun corrected her with a weary smile. "And of those who are still alive, well, Takamichi doesn't have any daughters, and I doubt any of the others do, either. I couldn't talk about the other."

Elsewhere, specifically in Mundus Magicus, specifically yet again in the most secret dungeons beneath Megalo-Mesembria, a certain senator held up his badge of office before a pair of magical sentinels. "When I depart, you will have no memory of my ever having been present," Kurt Godel said to the constructs, and because this was a lawful command, they obeyed him as they stepped aside to enter the cell.

Tsukuyomi had managed to work her body around, despite the encumbrance of chains and shackles, to the point where she was able to scratch at her nose with the little finger of her left hand. "Why, greetings, your excellency," she said cheerfully. "What brings you to call on this my humble abode?"

Ordinarily, under the circumstances, seeing her with that much freedom of motion would have prompted Godel to call for more chains. Many more chains. Under the circumstances, though, that was absurd. "I have come to give an appropriate punishment for your crimes," he said.

"Gonna spank me?" she asked softly, eyes like slits. "You used to like that, as I recall. You used to like doing all sorts of things to me, actually."

He sniffed dismissively. "You are no longer my type, Tsukuyomi - if you insist upon that ridiculous nomme de guerre."

"That's right, you only go in for ten year olds and older women."

"Something we have in common, if the reports are true," Godel noted with a smirk.

"If you're going to kill me, then get on with it," Tsukuyomi said, growing tired of this as she did of most forms of social interaction that didn't involve the ring of steel or the shedding of blood.

"Quite the contrary. I am going to offer you your freedom, in exchange for a simple task. Should you survive it, you will be free to go your way in peace, so long as you never again cross the laws of this state. And it is a task which you will find diverting - accomplishing someone's demise."

Tsukuyomi perked up. "Whose?"

"The person presently known as Kagurazuka Asuna."

She remembered watching from a distance as the girl with the strange eyes helped her sempai keep her beautiful wings groomed, and seeing the small shudders, and knowing, just knowing, what had just happened ... what she had just done to her sempai ...

"Why, daddy, of course I will. I would pay you for the privelige, if I could. And come to that, I can! My mouth is already free, if you'd like -"

"Not my type, anymore, daughter dearest."

Elsewhere yet again, this time a bit closer to home, at the Tatsumiya shrine, Mana was busily sweeping the paths. It was probably good for her to cultivate some humility like this. That's what she told herself, at least, while wondering why the shrine didn't have a few other acolytes who could handle such duties while she was away. Because this place clearly hadn't been cleaned in the time that she'd been away.

Still, it was good for her humility. She needed a lot.

Abruptly, her contemplation was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass and the eruption of a car alarm. Almost, she went for the two pistols she kept concealed in her miko robes at all times, but then she heard a clear masculine voice yelling, "Hey, hey, don't blame me that your stuff is so damn breakable, all right? Insurance? No, I don't have insurance. What the hell would I need with insurance? I'm not even too clear what insurance is, to be honest. Oh. You want money? Why didn't you say so! Well, fine, here. What do you mean, it's gold! What the hell are you talking about, legal tender?"

Mana filtered out the rest of the one-sided conversation as she went back to sweeping, even as her teeth began to ache. She supposed that she should have been expecting this. She hadn't managed to hug the shadows over there as much as she would have wanted.

Eventually, the argument came to an end, followed closely by the sound of heavy footsteps climbing the stairs up to the shrine. Mana went right on sweeping.

Eventually, there was the sound of a ridiculously larger than life throat being cleared. "'sup," said Jack Rakan, Hero of a Thousand Faces, looking oddly uncomfortable as he stood beneath the torii gate.

"Welcome to the Tatsumiya Shrine," Mana said in an even and affectless voice, as though reading from a script. "We offer a variety of prayer services, including prayers for health, wealth, love, or finding lost objects."

"You're not going to make this easy, are you," Jack muttered.

"On the contrary, the whole point of Shinto is to make dealing with the kami as easy as possible," Mana continued in that same tone. "You need not know the prayers to address them, we handle that for you, all you need to do is -"

"How's your mother?" he interrupted bluntly.

"Dead," she answered with equal bluntness.

He sighed. "I'd say I was sorry, but we both know it'd make no damn bit of difference. Look, can we go somewhere and talk about all this over some drinks? I could really use some drinks."

"I'm a minor," Mana replied.

"So?"

She stared at him, this hero of song and story, looked at her broom, and tossed it aside. "Eh, why not. I'm humble enough."

"Good thinking, Yuna," Konoka complimented her new-found cousin as she rode her new-found cousin's dad. "I just hope that some of the other Ala Rubra people are better at this than Takamichi is ..."

"What would you know about that?" Eishun asked, brow furrowing.

"Yes, what would you know about that?" Setsuna asked, teeth clenched.

"Yeah, what, indeed?" Asuna asked from the entrance. She was standing there, surveying the scene with an irritated look on her face.

"Uhhh ... I was really just going by rumor and gossip, really," Konoka lied, having overcome momentary paralysis. She smiled sweetly in Setsuna's direction. Setsuna felt a tiny bit of resistance to believing her ojousama, but it did not suffice, and she smiled back. Eishun was not as easily fooled, and began to consider how he might express his displeasure to Takahata.

"Um, hi, Asuna," said Yuna, abruptly remembering what she'd done to the other girl, and hoping she was not really annoyed. The thought of being punted skywards troubled her thoughts.

In the middle of the room, Negi paused in his labors, falling backwards away from Arika. "Asuna," he murmured.

For her part, Arika remained exactly where she was, bent over the table, looking up at Asuna with an impassive expression. "Well?" she said at last.

Asuna closed the door behind her, and pulled the sweatshirt she'd "borrowed" from Yuna over her head. Then slid the borrowed pants down her legs, and stepped out of them along with her socks. Without a trace of modesty, for everyone present had already seen her naked, in some cases many times, she undid her bra and pulled off her panties. Without pausing, she walked into the center of the room, dropped down to where Negi was and pulled him into an embrace, kneeling with her knees on either side of his hips.

"Do you want this, Negi?" she asked into the silence, looking down at his face where it rested between her breasts. "I'm okay with us just being brother and sister. I'm okay with us just ... being, as long as we're together. But if you want me ... then you can have me, Negi. Because I do love you. I love you so much that it scares me. Well, boya? What's it gonna be? Yes or no?"

"Yes," he said softly, and pushed up as she pushed down, drawing him into her as their lips crashed together in a kiss that left that of the kissing terminator incident far behind.

And then something happened that had never happened to Asuna, as she felt herself grow incredibly wet down there, and knew that he had finished as soon as he began, but it was different, this time, and she couldn't quite breathe, and she felt her muscles grow taut and something in her stomach shifted and melted and finally escaped from her mouth and nose in a silent scream ...

"What ... was that?" she asked when she could think again. Somewhere in all of that, she'd fallen over, still holding Negi tightly. He was far more out of it than she.

"That was an orgasm, my daughter," Arika told her as she stroked Asuna's cheek, from where she was curled up behind her. "Your first, I believe."

"Oh," said Asuna, very aware of Arika's breasts pushing against her back, and the warmth of her breath against her skin. "Are ... are you going to ..."

"Not yet," Arika answered, nuzzling her ear with her nose. "Not until you are ready to accept me, as you have accepted your brother. But I am looking forward to that hour. Are you?"

"Yes," Asuna whispered, realizing that the empty feeling was gone. She didn't know what had taken its place, whether it was love or something else, but she no longer felt hollow and alone.

"Welcome home, my darlings, welcome home," Arika whispered.

END PART ONE

Author's Note

No explanations, no apologies. Some acknowledgements, however, are in order. A number of manga authors and artists, beyond Akamatsu Ken, have influenced the direction of this story. So especial thanks to Azuma Takeshi (aka Studio Kimigabuchi), Juan Gotoh, Itosugi Masahiro, Kurogane Ken and Ikeda Takashi.

Also thanks to the makers of Rio: Rainbow Gate, which gave me the Howard Resort, the Goddess of Victory and her sister.

Primary thanks, of course, go to OverMaster, for posting the fragment that started it all.

And to the readers who've been kind enough to leave reviews for my first attempt at fanfiction in many years.

Stick around, there's plenty more violations of good taste and common decency yet to come, as well as humor, heartbreak, and heartwarmth. (If heartwarming is a word, so is heartwarmth.)

This has been an Inevitable Outcomes Studio presentation.

OMAKE

"Good thinking, Yuna," Konoka complimented her new-found cousin as she rode her new-found cousin's dad. "I just hope that some of the other Ala Rubra people are better at this than Takamichi is ..."

"What would you know about that?" Eishun asked, brow furrowing.

"Yes, what would you know about that?" Setsuna asked, teeth clenched.

"Gross! You had sex with Takahata?" Chisame asked from the entrance. She was standing there, surveying the scene with an irritated look on her face.

"Uhhh ... I was just going by - wait a minute, Chisame-san, what are you doing here?" asked Konoka, confusedly.

"And where'd you get that hickey?" asked Yuna.

"I'm here to talk to ... oh geez, what the hell are you people ... Akashi, isn't that your - no, no, never mind that now, look, Negi, I know it's sick, and wrong, but ... I love you, okay?"

"What?" Negi asked.

"I love you!" she repeated. "I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you!"

"Chisame-san ... are you trying to say that you love me?" Negi asked hesitantly.

Chisame's eyebrow twitched. She looked at the kitchen, where a gleamingly sharp knife was just lying on the countertop for no readily apparent reason. Then she looked back at Negi. Then back at the knife.

The remainder of this omake has been replaced by a travel documentary including a section on the Fjord1 ferry. Isn't it a nice boat?

OMAKE

Unfortunately, even as she dashed out of Haruna's room, Asuna still had no clear idea what to do next. She didn't want to call the police, but she didn't want to go back to her room either. Oh, she thought bitterly, if only there were some way to resolve all these problems easily!

Not looking where she was going, she ran right into a rather handsome, barefoot man walking around in pyjamas, with the shirt open to expose his chest. Oddly, he didn't seem at all bothered by the impact, remainining standing when Asuna fell back on her butt. He was a little surprised, though. "Oh, hey, are you okay? Sorry, I wasn't really watching where I was going," he apologized.

"Um, well, I'm fine, I guess, and it's really my own fault for ... running ... um ... sorry ... who are you and why are you wandering around a girls' dormitory in your pyjamas?" It seemed an appropriate question.

"I'm the god Orum," he explained politely. "This is pretty much what I always wear."

"You're a god," Asuna repeated.

"Mm-hm. I'm paying a special visit to one of my worshippers on this plane of existence, Kakizaki Misa-chan. Maybe you know her? Ah, I see you do. Yeah, well, anyway, I don't go in for a lot of finery, sooo ... yeah, pyjamas work."

"I see," Asuna said. Well, why not, it couldn't hurt, could it? "Um, Orum-kamisama, I humbly crave a boon," she said, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Well, I did knock you over, so, okay. What I can I do for you, young lady?"

"You see, I've got a bunch of problems, and -"

"Say no more," said Orum, and promptly resolved all of Asuna's problems in a way that was completely satisfying to her and everyone else.

THE END (There's a reason why Deus Ex Machina endings went out of style, you know. Credit to Phil Foglio for Orum.)
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