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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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Chapter written by the great Shadow Crystal Mage!

Negima be Akamatsu's; this be parody. Now that that's out of the way, it's time to welcome another author to this saga, the inimitable Shadow Crystal Mage, who has undertaken to write a chapter from the perspective of a certain pair of twins. Be warned, they're kind of nuts.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 14: Fuuka and Fumika

Narutaki Fumika woke up to find herself naked, sticky, and lying in a confused tangle of blankets and her sister's limbs. She groaned to herself. They'd fallen asleep playing naked Twister again, and spilled the pitcher of iced tea on themselves in their sleep. She had no idea how the blanket had gotten there.

Blearily, she raised her head, looking around. Oh, the window was open, the braided tassel hanging from the lock twisted in a distinctive pattern. Kaede-neechan had been in, then. She winced, imagining the elder ninja's smiling displeasure at their being too dead to the world to notice her entry into their dorm. Ooh, they were going to pay for that one

A quick mental recall, and she lay back as she remembered that it was the weekend. No need to rush, then. True, they had homework, but meh. They could always do it later. And training wasn't until tomorrow, anyway, so no need to fear from that quarter, either. She settled back to go to sleep and maybe wake up at noon. It wouldn't be the first time she'd gone to sleep sticky. Technically she'd been doing it all night.

She yelped as a tongue was stuck into her ear.

"Morning!" Fuuka chirped happily, making Fumika cringe at the sudden sound right at her ear. Her sister squeezed her briefly, arms pulling tight, legs wrapping like an enthusiastic octopus, nuzzling her cheek against the side of Fumika's neck. Then she released her, pulling back and untangling herself hastily from the blanket. Fumika yelped, then winced as she slipped and fell when her hand slid on a still-wet puddle of iced tea and went out from under her.

"Owie " she moaned as Fuuka, naked as she'd been last night, threw back the curtains, giving some startled pigeons a very fun morning show.

"Fumika!" her sister cried. "I know what we're going to do today!"

"Stay in bed and nap?" Fumika said, wincing as she rubbed her elbow.

"We," Fuuka continued as though she hadn't heard, "are going to take a walk!"

"That's what we do every day," Fumika whined, pouting. "Can't we take a nap just this once?"

"Fuu-mii-kaa! You're ruining our image!"

"There's no one around to ruin our image for," she grumbled, reluctantly sitting up and now wincing at the stickiness. "I'm not moving. I wanna nap, darn it! Is it too much to ask to nap until noon?"

Suddenly a slim, sticky body was pressed behind her, and someone was rubbing their cheek against the back of her neck. "Come on, Fumika-chan! Please? Pleasey-pleasey-pleasey-pleasey ..."

Fumika hmphed, though her skin tingled at the contact, getting goosebumpy. "Well," she dangled. It was uncommon for her to be able to get at her sister like this. She usually led with the force of her personality. "All right, but under one condition!"

Fuuka hugged her tighter, her head coming around Fumika's shoulders so they could look at each other. "What?"

Fumika smiled. "I feel like being pampered. Give me a bath. A nice ... long ... soapy ... bath."

A slow smile came over the more rambunctious twin's face. "Well " she purred. "If you insist "

After scrubbing, de-sticky-fying, and indulging in a little decadence (something they did with habitual regularity) in the shower ... and on the loo ... and the sink ... and with the towel ... and against the door on their way out ... the twins, dressed in matching shorts and shirts, walked along one of the many paths through Mahora campus, energetically swinging their arms, a skip in their step.

"Strolling, strolling, strolling!" they sang. "Strolling, strolling, strolling!" (It sounds much better in Twin. You'll just have to believe that, because Twin can't be transliterated into this alphabet.)

They passed the duck pond, leaving the area followed by a line of several ducklings honking along to the song.

"Strolling, strolling, strolling!" they sang. "Strolling, strolling, strolling!"

They reached a small, secluded nook hidden from the pond and main path by a twist in the path, a fallen tree, and a concealing screen of bush. The bush moved slightly. The ducklings scattered.

"Darn!" Fuuka said. "Occupied!"

Her sister gave her a sideways look. "You don't want to join in? It looks like Rin-chan and Sakura-chan ..."

Fuuka pouted. "I'm not in the mood for tall right now. Onward!"

Her sister rolled her eyes, but dutifully followed as they left the rustling bush behind.

"Strolling, strolling, strolling!" they sang. "Strolling, strolling, strolling!"

They stepped out of the wooded area, coming along a path that bordered the lake. A steady, clear wind blew, flapping at their loose shirts as they strolled along. In the water, they could see Chachamaru motoring along to retrieve yet another box with a kitten in it. Kittens set adrift in boxes was turning into a bit of a problem in Mahora. Neither twin wanted to be in the shoes of whatever idiot had conceived the idea when Chachamaru finally got her hands on them.

In one of the gravel-covered banks, lying on mattress roll and a blanket, Evangeline lay face down, head turned to one side as the wind caught her hair and sent it flapping wildly, her head bopping along to the beat of whatever she was listening to on her ipod. She was naked, her clothes discarded off to one side, weighed down by a rock. Dressed in a fetching black bikini, Chisame knelt next to her, a sullen expression on her face as she massaged Evangeline's back. She gave the two an embarrassed, suffering look, but didn't stop what she was doing. The twins slowed, appreciating the sight.

Eva didn't even look up. "Keep looking, and I'll charge you two a fee. What do you want? I'm trying to relax here."

Chachamaru waded ashore, carrying the box with the kitten in it, and placed it next to a pile of other boxes, each also carrying a kitten. Bowing a greeting to the twins, she turned and walked back into the water, where more boxes floated. Oh, yes, whoever was having kittens set sail was going to be in for a world of hurt if Chachamaru ever caught them.

"Just looking, Eva-sama," Fuuka said, gazing admiring at the beautifully beguiling baking ... backdrop before them. "You have a very nice ... backdrop. You want it massaged?"

"Obviously, someone is already doing that," Evangeline snapped at the twins, though not unkindly. "Shoo, I'm baking."

The twins looked at each other and shrugged, climbing back up to the path as Chachamaru returned with another box. "Strolling, strolling, strolling ..."

"Damn, I hate that creepy song," Chisame muttered.

"If you're going to flap your mouth, do it on something productive," Evangeline said, not looking up.

With a forceful sigh, Chisame bent over to comply.

"Jackpot," Fuuka declared as they neared the athletic fields outside the grade school area, not to be confused with the athletic fields of the gym complex proper. They watched as another headpiece of a nun habit was thrown up into the air from behind a long raised mound of earth, and fell not far from the first one they'd seen.

"Ooh, naughty nuns!" Fumika said, perking up. "Who could it be, you think? Azamaria-chan and Rosette-chan?"

"Only one way to find out!" her sibling declared, bounding energetically up the steep mound. Its steep incline would normally have deterred people from doing this, but the twins were ninja in training after all. "Misora-chan! Cocone-chan! We meet again!"

There was a sudden and loud freaked-out-as-hell-mortified-and-embarrassed yelp from below as Fumika scrambled up, looking down at the two 'nuns' - HAH! They weren't even Catholic, never mind old enough to apply! - on the ground below, still mostly clothed in their mini-skirted so-called habits - HAH! Such decadently revealing things! - though Misora's stockings and garter belt had been pulled down to her ankles, and Cocone was barefoot. Always with the being barefoot, that girl. She was straddling Misora, one hand still under Misora's skirt, although the abrupt way she'd jerked back had flipped the skirt up slightly, revealing exactly where the hand was and what it had been doing. The other was unsubtly groping one of Misora's breasts.

Fumika smiled widely, waving the arm she was holding the headpieces she'd picked up enthusiastically. "Hey, you two! Want some company?"

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Misora swore, pushing down her skirt with the expression of one very unamused by the interruption. The normally merry prankster looked quite uncharacteristically pissed off. "Look, we don't walk in on you two when you're messing around!"

"Why don't you?" Fuuka chirped, grinning. "We're friends, aren't we? Feel free!"

Cocone narrowed her eyes. Abruptly, she latched on to Misora like a jealous python. Fumika nearly expected her eyes to glow demonic orange as the small, dark-skinned girl practically growled an animalistic, "Mine!"

Misora also wrapped possessive hands around Cocone, squeezing her shoulder and stroking her hair as she whispered soothingly to the Hellas native. "You know, I don't think you two really get what people mean by a monogamous relationship. Mono, as in 'one', as in 'only', no sharing, trading or switching. You two probably wouldn't like it if some boy you were dating thought you were interchangeable!"

Fuuka opened her mouth -

"Negi-kun doesn't count!" Misora corrected.

As usual, there was a brief moment of contemplation from all present, and a sigh that, had this been a manga, would have the words "Negi-kun", complete with trailing ellipses, drawn across the page. (Or screen, for the bad people who read most of their manga on-line. Bad, bad people.)

"You know, for a lolicon, you can be such a prude, Misora-chan," Fuuka huffed. "Besides, we wouldn't date a boy unless it was Negi-kun anyway!"

"Hey!" Misora protested. "I'm not a prude! I just think certain boundaries should be respected to keep a relationship special, that's all."

"And legal age of consent isn't one of them?" Fumika commented.

"I'm impatient," Cocone said quietly, a quite clear "keep me from nookie and I will hurt you" look in her eyes. "It is not easy to get Misora to agree to this."

The twins gave the tallest girl present a dubious look. "... sorry, I'm not buying it," Fuuka said.

Misora sighed, gently plucking Cocone off her lap as she stood up and reached for the underwear crumpled around her legs. "That's it, mood's dead. Sorry, Cocone-chan."

The glare the loli directed at the twins should have flash-fried them. Her hand went into her pocket, pulling out a small, collapsible wand. The twins yelped, turning and running away.

Misora sat back down again, pushing the fripperies back around her ankles. "Now," she said as she leaned in to kiss Cocone on the cheek. "Where were we?"

The loli smiled and reached back under Misora's skirt.

The twins panted as they stopped near Sakura Lane.

"Wow," Fuuka said. "Cocone-chan's 'no nookie' face is scary."

"I saw my life flash before my eyes " Fumika moaned. She blinked. "Hey, it was you who broke my Malibu Barbie's arm!"

"Eh, all in the past, sis!" Fuuka said, chuckling nervously as Fumika glared at her. She pointed dramatically. "Onward!"

"No."

Fuuka had already taken three steps before the response registered, freezing with one foot raised to step. She hopped around on one foot, pose not changing, to stare at her sister. "Huh?"

Fumika crossed her arms in a huff, tapping her foot. She was glaring at her sister, her lips pouting cutely. "No! I'm tired of walking! I wanna do something I want to do!"

"But you like walking!" Fuuka said. After a moment, she remembered to put her foot down.

"Only sometimes!" Fumika said. "I wanted to take a nap, remember? Do you even remember how late we were up playing naked Twister? Which was also your idea, by the way."

Fuuka scratched her head. "Um, it wasn't that late, was it?"

"We were up until at least 2:30," Fumika said. "I remember because the TV was on, and they announced they were shutting down for the night. Now I've been walking all day, and I haven't had breakfast and I'm tired of walking, darn it!"

Fuuka opened her mouth.

Fuuka closed her mouth.

Fuuka opened her mouth again, raising a finger, and paused, closing her mouth to tap her cheek thoughtfully.

Finally, she said, "I'll buy you a new Malibu Barbie?"

If anything, Fumika's eyes narrowed, and her hands went from being crossed over her nearly-nonexistent chest to resting on her hips. Fuuka was surprised to realize her sister's foot was still tapping, or rather hadn't stopped tapping.

Fuuka opened her mouth.

Fuuka closed her mouth.

Fuuka opened her mouth again, raising a finger, and paused -

"Oh, just say something!" Fumika said, exasperated.

Fuuka licked her lips. "Um, this isn't going to be one of those angsty, crappy romance novel talks about how this isn't going to work out and where is our relationship going, where one of us gets all weepy and stomps off while the other just stands there and the reader is thinking 'what a damned idiot, she could have easily dealt with that if she'd held her temper and not flown off the handle like a one-dimensional stupid person' and we go through an extended phase of avoiding each other for several chapters is it?"

Fumika stared at her. "Why in Akamatsu's holy name would you think that?"

"Well, given the tone of the rest of this series, it's kinda one of the cliches we might have to follow, the other being badly-written, brainlessly libidous sex on the spot, with me letting you treat me as your slave in order to get you to 'forgive' me," Fuuka said, completely breaking the fourth wall.

They waited patiently as the wall was fixed, resuming the tone of the conversation where they'd left off, though with the previous three paragraphs exiled from continuity and replaced with something else that fit the situation.

Fumika stared at her sister, and slumped, head bowed. "You're hopeless," she bemoaned, turning away to trudge off.

"Hey!" Fuuka asked. "Where are you going?"

"To take a nap!" was the snapped reply.

Fuuka just stood there, one hand partially upraised as if to call her sister back, watching as she disappeared back the way they'd came.

What a damned idiot. She could easily have dealt with that ...

Fuuka twitched. "Oh, no," she said. "No way in hell am I acting like some idiot character from a crappy romance novel!"

She looked around, but couldn't see what she wanted. It was unlikely she would. The season was wrong. She reached into her back pocket, pulling out her surprisingly bland and sensible wallet. She opened it, taking a quick count and nodding to herself. Then she turned and quickly began power walking.

There was a reason why Fuuka always led on the sisters' walking tours. Fumika, in a good mood, was a good walker ... but Fuuka was the one who had a sense of direction.

Fumika didn't get lost. She knew exactly where she was and where she was going. She just didn't know the shortest path between those two points. As a member of the walking club, she'd been over every square inch of the walkable surface area of the academy, and some of the non-walkable areas as well. (Ninja in training, after all.) It's just that ... well ... while she'd never had a problem finding her way around, and finding her way back the way she'd come, combining the two abilities was a teensy bit difficult for her. Hence why she was retracing their steps, trying to get back to their room.

She really should have remembered that Sakura Lane led to the dorms ...

Fumika blinked as she heard violin music playing. As she walked, the music got louder. "What the ... ?" she said as she turned a twist in the path she was following. She stopped dead, staring.

At a small clearing to one side of the path, a strange scene met her eyes. A stool and TV tray had been set up, the tray covered with a cloth that on close inspection turned out to be a ragged, if clean, towel. A takeout bag rested on top of the tray. An ipod and speakers stood to one side, playing the music, next to a foldout cot, it's surface covered with a few flower petals. Her pillow and Ultraman plushy stood at the head.

Fuuka was in the midst of setting up a big beach umbrella to a stand next to the cot, locking the big shaft in place and popping it open. She nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Fumika. She spread out her hands. "Ta dah!"

Fumika stared, blinking and wondering what the heck was going on. "What the heck is going on?" she redundantly repeated her expressed thoughts.

"Breakfast!" Fuuka said, striding over and making to grab Fumika's hand only to pause, and then bent her arm, pointing her elbow at her sister. It took Fumika a moment to realize Fuuka was offering her arm to her sister.

Confused as heck, Fumika placed a hand on the proffered arm, and Fuuka slowly (for her) led to the takeout bag. She made a show of dusting off the stool and pulling it back for Fumika to sit on. Bemused, Fumika sat, and Fuuka began unwrapping the takeout bag.

"Breakfast is served!" she declared.

Fumika stared at the covered food, her body poking at her to indulge in a different sort of carnality

Indulgence commenced.

Fumika sighed happily as she patted her satisfied belly. She looked at her sister with half-lidded eyes as Fuuka cleared off the remains of the meal. "All right," she said. "What's this about?"

Fuuka hesitated, arousing Fumika's suspicions. Any minute now, she was going to -

"I've been selfish," Fuuka said.

- say something completely out of the blue and really throw Fumika off. "Huh?"

There was a familiar mischievous twinkle in her sister's eye. She gestured towards the cot in an overdone way that was probably meant to be gallant. "You said something about a nap?"

Fumika turned to stare at the cot. It was shaded by the big umbrella, and looked nice and cool and comfy. Her eyes started to droop just looking at it.

She was vaguely aware of Fuuka picking her up and laying on the cool, shadowed sheets, crushing flower petals beneath her. The shade of the umbrella was like a pleasant weight on her eyes, and she closed them momentarily. Distantly, she felt a pillow placed under her head, and something soft and fluffy in her arms. She hugged it instinctively, smelling familiar poly-cotton. Someone was humming nearby, a soft, mellow lullaby, and she felt so tired ...

Blackness.

Fuuka smiled down at her sister, who lay curled up, smiling slightly herself. Then the conscious of the two sighed and looked around. "Okay now what do I do for the next three hours?"

The chilly late-afternoon wind woke Fumika, her hand grasping for a blanket that wasn't there. Her hand went over the side of the cot and was patting at earth and grass before she finally opened her eyes, gazing blearily down at the unexpected surface. She looked up as a deeper darkness obscured the light above, and she turned and blinked to find her sister's smiling face leaning over her. "Hey, sleepy head," Fuuka said quietly, stroking Fumika s hair. "How'd you sleep?"

Fumika blinked at her, still not completely together. "Did Kaede-neechan kidnap us and take us to the mountains again?"

"No, although she did come by to evilly extort money from me to take the stool and TV tray back to the dorm," Fuuka said.

Fumika blinked herself awake, realizing she was lying on a narrow, if comfortable, cot. For some reason, there was a flower petal stuck to her cheek. She peeled it off. Then, she frowned. Something felt off. Her eyes widened in realization, and she stuck her hand down the front of her pants, feeling around in front. "Hey I'm dry!" she said in amazement, then felt around her back just in case. Dry too. She eyed her sister suspiciously. Fuuka gave a mild yelp as her own pants-space was invaded, a hand not-unpleasantly rooting around in front. "You're dry too!"

"Yeah?" Fuuka said, looking amused as Fumika drew back her hand.

"Didn't you molest me or hump me in my sleep or something?"

Fuuka raised an eyebrow. "Well, I wanted to ..." she said. "I mean, you look really cute and vulnerable and rapeable when you're asleep. But you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Fumika blinked at her.

Fuuka laughed and kissed her lightly on the forehead, ruffling her hair. "The way I figure it," she said softly, lovingly, "as your big sister and your boyfriend, I have certain responsibilities. Pampering you is one of them."

"Five minutes. You're not that big a sister," Fumika said by rote. The other shoe dropped and she raised an eyebrow. "Boyfriend?"

"You make me feel guilty as hell, I'm the one who doesn't need to ask for directions, I pay for most things, and I'm usually the one on the thrusting end of the dildo rather than the receiving end," Fuuka listed. "I think I qualify."

"Oh, so I'm supposed to be the uke?" Fumika huffed.

Fuuka raised an eyebrow. "Who says that?" she said. "I don't think it's that simple, even with normal, straight people. That's probably all a stereotype perpetrated by doujin artists and lemon writers who can't give a damn about characterization and development."

Somewhere, Haruna sneezed as she pondered how she'd become the only sane person in this fic.

Fumika still eyed her suspiciously. With a sigh, Fuuka reached behind her and drew out a box containing a brand new Barbie doll.

Fumika squealed and hugged her tight, shaking her from side to side. "I love you! You're the bestest boyfriend ever!"

"Just don t expect anything too big for your birthday," Fuuka said, before they both yelped and fell off the cot.

"Owie," they chorused.

Fumika scrabbled off her sister as the other pushed herself up, rubbing the back of her head. She began running her hands over Fuuka's scalp, checking for injuries as Kaede had taught them. "No breaks," she said. "You're not bleeding. There's going to be a bump though. You poor baby."

"Kiss it to make it better?" Fuuka wheedled.

Fumika rolled her eyes, but leaned over and did so. Her breath was warm on Fuuka's scalp, the touch soft and light. The elder twin sighed in contentment, leaning back against her sister, who obligingly caught her, arms wrapping around her shoulders. "Have I told you I love you today?" Fuuka said, almost a murmur.

"No," Fumika murmured right back, trailing her fingers lightly up and down her sister's arm. "You've been neglecting that responsibility, onee-chan."

"Hmm ..." Fuuka responded. She turned and kissed Fumika's lips lightly, gently. "I love you."

"You really need to stop being reminded," Fumika said, holding her tight and resting her head on Fuuka's shoulder. "I'll start to think you don't mean it and just want to use my body to pleasure yourself."

"As the one on the working end of the dildo, that's my line."

Fumika smacked her. Fuuka yelped, and Fumika frantically apologized for hitting her bump.

The walk back to the dorm was sedate. Fumika hung on to Fuuka's arm, their fingers entwined, carrying Fumika's doll, pillow and plushy. They'd left the rest behind, with a little money to see that Kaede would take them back where they belonged. Nice thing about being students, they got a hiring discount.

At the dorm, Fuuka put away the pillow and plushy, then joined her sister in the shower. They took turns washing each other's back, for once not indulging in much beyond tickling, nuzzling and an occasional kiss to areas perfectly acceptable to kiss in public, if just barely.

They had a quick dinner of various leftovers as the grudgingly decided to do their homework in case they were too tired after Kaede's training tomorrow. It was half-hearted, frustrating work, but then they were far from being class geniuses. They decided not to indulge in any games of naked Twister.

Finally, when the last dish was left to soak in the sink for 'some other time' and the last bit of homework was hurled with great frustration towards an opposite wall, the two went to bed. Only one bed, of course. One bunk was always unoccupied, unless they felt like a change. The lay together, holding each other, the night bringing out their childish, instinctive urge to hold what was most dear close by, lest it be taken away from them again.

"Sis ..." said one of them to the other. Did it really matter which? Hands reached, caressed.

Fuuka and Fumika made love until they passed out.

Kaede frowned slightly, mild dissatisfaction on her face in the pre-dawn light filtering into the dorm. The twins were once more dead to the world.

Shaking her head, she reached into her Artifact and pulled out her loli-kidnapping bags.

A few hours later, Fuuka and Fumika woke on the other side of the mountains surrounding Mahora, butt naked and, for some strange reason, mouths tasting of lima beans. In front of them, a stick had been thrust into the ground, a note attached to it.

"Start walking," it said succinctly.

"I think it's safe to say Kaede-neechan might be a little annoyed at us," Fuuka observed, trying to spit out the taste.

Fumika sighed. "We need to get an alarm clock."

Holding hands, fingers entwining, they began the trek back to Mahora.

NEXT: Chizuru
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