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Negima isn't mine, it's the property of Akamatsu Ken. This story is parody and thus protected speech. Thanks to OverMaster for the plot-seed and subsequent advice and counsel.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 13: Kaede

Thump. Giggle. Thump thump thump.

Konoka opened a weary eye and looked up at the bunk above her own, which was quivering faintly as further movement atop it made it shift slightly. They're at it again, she thought jealously. Again.

It wasn't that she had any personal objection to Asuna and Negi knocking boots with startling frequency. In fact, it had been fun to watch their first, second and third times together. But she definitely disapproved of the incredibly selfish streak that this relationship upgrade had brought out in Asuna. After that second time, she and Yuna had cheerfully assumed that Asuna would have no problem if they took a turn with Negi, but when they so much as approached, Asuna had crouched over him, eyes narrowed and making hissing noises until they backed away.

Fortunately, Arika had been much more willing to enjoy the attentions of Yuna, Konoka and Setsuna - though Konoka had needed to sweet-talk her girlfriend into joining in - so the evening hadn't been a total loss. Particularly after their fathers had become arounsed once more. Daddy had claimed not to want to have sex with the wife of an old comrade, but Konoka's gently voiced threat to withhold her forgiveness had brought him around yet again. (She suspected that she was almost ready to forgive him. Almost.)

And then they'd fallen asleep, then woken up and gone out for breakfast together at the Chao Bao Zi. Everything had been fine, then. It had been afterwards that things had started to get bad. Konoka had been all for picking up where they'd left off the night before, but then Akashi-sensei-jiisan had realized that he'd completely forgotten about some plane that he had to catch to some conference, and dashed off with Yuna following along behind him. Then Daddy had begged off to go back to his hotel room - alone - to sleep - alone.

All of this would have been bad enough, but then Setsuna had hesitantly said that she had some things to do as well, things that she had to do, alone, without explaining them, and then dashed off. This had left her alone with Arika and the Asuna-Negi pairing that completely ignored Konoka in favor of frequent coupling. The fun of watching had started to fade, and Arika had politely but firmly declined Konoka's attentions. And so the day had passed slowly while she did her summer homework. Blaaah.

And now they were at it again, and she couldn't even go up and watch to see if they were doing something novel, because she was sleeping in the same bunk as Arika, who'd thrown a very firm arm over her that kept her from getting up. It was remarkable how strong the older woman was, to hold her down even though she was clearly fast asleep. Konoka hoped for both their sakes that she didn't have to go to the bathroom any time tonight, or there was going to be trouble.

"... you're insatiable, Asuna ..." she heard Negi murmuring above.

"... love what you do to me ..." came Asuna's answering murmur.

The sweet nothings would ordinarily have made Konoka gleeful, even coming as they did between incestuous siblings who were related in a way that even she found disturbing. Right now, they only annoyed and frustrated her. As did the fact that Asuna had apparently not had an orgasm from anything that they did together, a couple of years ago. That really made her mad! She should have said so!

Eventually, the noises stopped, and so did the movements. After a while, the faint sounds of two people breathing in harmony could be heard.

"We need to have a little chat," said Arika softly.

Konoka gasped, turning over to look at Negi's mother where she lay beside her. "How long have you been awake?" she asked, in the same quiet manner.

"I was never asleep. I don't sleep, I wait." As Konoka's eyes bugged out, considering this, Arika continued. "I am not going to let you get involved with them just yet."

"Why not?" Konoka asked, offended. "What's wrong with me?"

"Indeed, that is the question," Arika agreed. "Konoka-chan, people who have sex with their relatives are fundamentally damaged people. I am, my children are, Yuna is, her father and your father are. But by all accounts, you are a happy, well-adjusted young woman. So why are you doing this?"

Konoka frowned. "I have a little more depth than -"

"Do not mistake damage for depth," she interrupted. "You have made frequent reference to forgiving your father for not telling you that Setsuna-chan and yourself were sisters if he performs for you. I suppose that one could understand being upset about that, but you are taking it much, much further than most people would. Until I understand why, I won't allow you to be involved with them."

Konoka turned away. "I'm just mad. That's all," she said shortly, since she was mad at Arika now as well. "And regardless of what you think, Asuna's being selfish and won't let me ..." She trailed off.

"You're misreading the situation," Arika said after a moment. "I'm fairly sure that she is almost at a point where she would be willing to share Negi's attentions with someone she cared about. But that's neither here nor there. You need to understand your own motives before that can happen. I might suggest that you and Setsuna-chan need to work things out, first."

"What do you mean?" Konoka asked, startled.

"Have you really not noticed the hurt looks she's been giving you? That's odd, considering that she's someone you claim to love." Before Konoka could answer that, Arika continued. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to wait a little more." Her eyes closed, and a few minutes later, faint snoring sounds came from her nose.

Konoka noticed that the arm across her chest had become a lot more limp, and considered getting up. She decided not to chance it, however. Not unless she had to.

When morning eventually came, she awoke before any of the others. (She suspected that Negi and Asuna had probably had another episode of carnality - if not a few of them - that she'd slept through, given how soundly they were sleeping.) She got out of bed and pulled on some clothes, then headed out into the dormitory hall.

Arika was wrong about many things. Many, many things. But she was not wrong to claim that Konoka had been overlooking Secchan's feelings about all of this. It was obvious, in retrospect, that Secchan was just a little bit uncomfortable with all of the things they'd gotten up to in the past few days, and so Konoka needed to take some time to reassure her that she came first in her heart. And doing so would be fun, too!

She quickly made her way to the room that Secchan shared with Mana, and knocked on the door. "Secchan?" she said, raising her voice just a little. "It's me. I really need to talk to you." When there was no response, she knocked again. "Sec-"

The door flung open and there was abruptly a pistol with the muzzle planted squarely between Konoka's eyebrows. "You have five seconds to explain why I'm not going to pull the trigger. Five," said Mana conversationally. She didn't look as though she'd slept well, and smelled like a distillery. "Four," she added.

"Because it would make Secchan and Negi-kun both really very cross, and reduce your chances of employment in the Kyoto region to practically zero," Konoka explained quickly.

Mana appeared to give the matter some thought. "Yes, those are good reasons," she agreed, pulling back the pistol and clicking on its safety. "Another good one would have been, it's unloaded. But in any event, Setsuna's not here. She wasn't here when I came back last night, and she has not arrived in the interval since. She's not here. I am sleeping off the hangover from a twenty-four hour bender. Go away, Konoe."

"What happened to your clothes?" Konoka asked. It seemed a pertinent question to ask when confronted by a naked woman with a pistol.

"I took them off. Go away, Konoe. You have a Pactio with Setsuna, right? Use the damn card to call her if you need to talk to her." Mana closed the door firmly in Konoka's face, then turned around and marched back into her room, spared a moment to glare at the soused living legend sleeping noisily in the bottom bunk, then climbed up into the top one where she'd slept the previous night.

Outside, Konoka stood for a moment, feeling very foolish. She did in fact have a Pactio with Setsuna, and she had the card with her. Raising it to her head, she closed her eyes and attempted to bring herself into mental contact with her girlfriend.

No response.

Konoka's eyes snapped open. What had happened? Had Setsuna taken wing and flown outside the card's communication range? Had someone somehow managed to capture her and separate her from her card? Was she just not answering, and if so, why? Had Konoka really hurt her that badly?

She put the card away, turned and started running. She didn't know where she was running, but she wanted to get there in a hurry. On an impulse, she checked in the huge baths, but no one was using them at the moment; certainly not Secchan. Turning, she headed out and down the stairs to the ground floor.

Secchan, why are you so hurt? Don't you understand? Don't you feel betrayed? I trusted Daddy, and he was keeping a big secret from me. From both of us. I trusted Daddy. I don't trust easily, Secchan. Not since ...

No.

She skidded to a halt as she reached the entrance to the dormitory building, just as three others were heading out. Kaede turned to look at her with surprise. "Kaede-dono?" she asked in her typically archaic manner. "Does some grim situation obtain?"

"You look really upset!" Fuuka agreed. "Can we help?"

"If we can help, please tell us," agreed Fumika with a nod.

"It's ... I'm having trouble finding Secchan. Have any of you seen her anywhere this morning?" she asked.

As one, the three of them shook their heads. "Have you tried the -" Fuuka broke off and made vague finger waving gestures.

Against her will, Konoka let out a little laugh. "Yes, I tried that first."

Fuuka and Fumika gave the appearance of giving the problem a great deal of thought. With a sudden vigorous nod, Fuuka looked up again. "Konoka-neechan, we're going on an official Strolling Club promenade. Would you like to come with us? We might see Setsuna-neechan along the way, by chance."

"Um ... Fuuka-neechan, is this really a good idea?" Fumika murmured quietly. "The promenade can be hard on novice strollers."

"Thank you, Fuuka-chan," Konoka said gratefully. "At this point, I'll try anything. I'm in your care, but please don't worry too much about me. When we went to the Magical World, I spent a lot of time walking around the countryside with Kaede-han, didn't I?"

Kaede nodded soberly. "That is indeed so. Well, then, let us be off."

"This is not quite what I had in mind," Konoka said as she watched the Narutakis disappear behind yet another set of bushes, followed by the sound of giggling and soft moans. They'd claimed to have seen a clue to Setsuna's whereabouts there, just as they had seen things behind various other pieces of concealment, but by now Konoka was on to them.

"This one would have warned you, had you but asked. Among those who know, it is well known that the strolling club is in fact what the vulgar might call a sex club, where the members attempt to find places where one might enjoy another's company with none other the wiser. And then enjoy such covert pleasures, betimes with another member standing lookout. As one does," Kaede added as she sat down on the park bench near the bushes. She patted an empty space beside herself.

Konoka sat down. She felt like she'd wandered over half the campus already, even though she knew it was nowhere near as much as that. She looked over at the quivering bushes, which managed to hide what was going on behind them quite well, and asked, "So then ... did you, well, seduce them, or -"

"In fact, this one was the seduced party," Kaede admitted with a mild blush. "They were ... quite eager, when first we met. But still, they had cause ... but that is a story for another day, perhaps. Let us speak frankly with one another, Konoka-dono. We are comrades, are we not? Why think you that Setsuna-dono is shunning your company this day?"

Konoka yearned to unburden herself, but hesitated nonetheless. "It's kind of a twisted story, Kaede-han. You might not like knowing."

"Many things are already known to this one, that one would not care to know. What are a few more? We are comrades." She gave the word such meaning.

Konoka told her everything, starting from the day before yesterday, when she and Secchan had gone to visit with her father and learned the truth about each other, all the way through to what had happened this morning, leaving nothing out. Kaede's expression was unchanging through all of it, even as Konoka herself blushed while talking about watching Negi making love to Asuna and to his own mother. But then she'd just confessed to being the lover of a pair of twin sisters who took pleasure in each other's company, hadn't she? She couldn't judge -

"A question, if this one might interject," Kaede said abruptly. "It is somewhat awkward to inquire, but ... has Konoka-dono told Setsuna-dono of the intimacies she enjoyed whilst separated from her protector, in the wilds of the Magical World?"

"You mean, about us," Konoka translated, blushing again. "Well, no. It, well, it's never come up. I mean ..." She trailed off, not wanting to say the true but hurtful phrase, 'It didn't mean anything.' For all she knew, it had meant something to Kaede.

Kaede sighed, and her usually lowered eyelids lifted just a bit. "Might this one speak plainly?"

"Go ahead."

"You are upset at your father for deceiving you, yet you deceive Setsuna-dono in much the same way. You have enjoyed the company of others before her face; why do you not reveal to her those encounters which took place behind her back?"

Konoka jerked back like she'd been slapped. "I ... wait, that's not ... I ... that's not fair."

Kaede shrugged. "Fair has little enough to do with anything involving the heart. You trust her with your life, and yet I think you are reluctant to fully entrust her with your happiness. You find it hard to trust, I think."

Konoka bit her lip. "Now you're talking like Arika, acting like there's something wrong with me. Like I'm damaged."

"Are you not? For my part, Arika-dono's words in this matter have the ring of truth. To lie with one's kin is not the act of a healthy person, Konoka-dono."

"Oh really. So Fuuka and Fumika are damaged?" Konoka snapped. This wasn't going the way that she wanted it to.

"Oh yes," Kaede agreed levelly, then lifted her voice. "Fuuka-chan, might this one have your permission to relate your story to Konoka-dono?"

"Yes yes yes!" came from the bushes.

"Thank you," Kaede said, never taking her lidded gaze off of Konoka's face. "Do you imagine that they have always been so close? In fact, not so. For the first four years of their life, indeed so, but then did their parents end their union in painful divorce, each taking one of their twins as their only child, permitting no contact between them. Each child came to believe that their twin was imaginary, until at last they chanced to meet, some six years later, at the festival of the school to which they had both been sent.

"Even then, they might not have recognized each other, had one of them not used a bit of the private language they had both had in their childhood, and the other recognized it and used it to reply. And they knew each other, and realized the deception that had been practiced upon them. And so ... and so they turned to a friend of theirs, who, employing certain skills obtained through methods of no interest to anyone else, stole unto the administration office and changed their records so that the school believes that they are and have always both borne the family name Narutaki, when in truth they have two different names when they are at home.

"And so, damaged? Yes, one must admit it. Broken from an early intimacy and taught lies, then learning the truth in such a way, would damage anyone. Small wonder that they seek still greater intimacy, despite condemnation. Perhaps this one, too, is damaged, though that tale is mine to tell or not tell ... and today, it shall not be told." Kaede paused, letting her voice rest from her oration, then asked, quietly, "Can you truly say you are not damaged, Konoka-dono? If not, then why do you find it so hard to trust?"

"I don't wanna go to an omiai."

"Well, too bad, your grand-dad's paying me to take you there. Unless you can beat his price, you're going."

"Not fair. I don't have any money."

"... but you know, there are other ways to pay ..."

Konoka swallowed, and fought back tears. "I just ... I don't want ... but ..."

"Konoka," interjected Kaede, for once dropping the archaic honorific. "Most of us are damaged, in one way or another. It is normal to hurt others if you have been hurt. But it is better to be kinder."

Mastering the pain, a skill she'd learned a long time ago, Konoka blinked the tears away, and took a shuddering breath. "That's not easy," she murmured.

"No it's not," Kaede agreed.

"This ... isn't helping me find her, is it?" Konoka asked. Slowly, she got to her feet. "I'd say thank you, Kaede-han, but ..." She shook her head, sadly.

"This one does not look for thanks, Konoka-dono. Fulfilling one's obligations is enough."

Then the Narutakis burst from the bushes, admitting that they had been mistaken about Setsuna hiding there, and Konoka laughed a little - another skill she'd learned early on - and said that they were right before, she wasn't cut out for a promenade like this. Despite their pleas, it was time for her to be heading back to the dorm, and so they parted company.

Eventually, she arrived and went up the stairs, then opened the door to the room with a sigh. "Tad-" And the word died in her throat as she saw what was going on within.

Secchan was staring back at her from where she was firmly mounted above Negi's up-thrusting hips, while his head was under Asuna's hips, spread across his face with her back to Konoka. And as she watched, Asuna was leaning forward to lick at one of Secchan's firm little nipples. "O-o-o-ojousama," Secchan stammered, looking utterly mortified. "I, this is ..."

"Ah, you're back," said Arika, who was watching the activities from a chair nearby. She stood up and walked over to Konoka, gently pushing her out through the door to the hallway. "Keep going, I need to have a little chat with Konoka-chan. In private." She stepped out into the hall and shut the door behind them.

"You failed the test," she said to the shocked teenager after a moment.

"Test?" Konoka asked hoarsely.

"I told you, didn't I, that Asuna was about ready to share. Setsuna-chan received your attempt to communicate with the pactio, but felt that what she had to say was too important to say like that. She wanted to talk to you directly, and so quickly came back here to where she thought you'd be. She arrived right after you left with Kaede-chan and those two little girls - did you have fun with them, incidentally? - and was upset that you weren't here. So Negi and Asuna ... consoled her."

"But, but - how was I supposed to know -"

"If you'd trusted her to come to you, rather than thinking she was someone you had to find and manipulate, you'd have waited for her." Arika fell silent, considering Konoka. "Are you ready to admit that you have a problem, now?"

"That was good, ojouchan. Real good. This'll be our little secret, right?"

"No," Konoka answered quietly, sudden fury rising up from within her. "There's nothing wrong with me." She whirled and stormed away.

"Ah well. It's probably for the best," Arika murmured, watching her go. "Only one queen in a hive, after all." And then she went back into the dorm room.

Konoka made it all the way to the stairs before she started crying.

NEXT: Fuuka and Fumika.
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