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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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pRINTE Again, this is by Darkenning.

Okay, let's step away from plotters and their plotting for a moment. Negima belongs to Akamatsu Ken; this is a parody. Thanks to OverMaster, who initiated the plot that I'm now continuing, a while ago.

One other thing. I promised myself that I would never become one of those writers who begs for reviews. And I'm not begging. I will keep writing, whether I never get another review or whether hundreds show up tomorrow. But I can maintain my integrity and still admit that I'd like some sign that this story is either proving enjoyable or disturbing the everlasting hell out of people.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 16: Ako

When Ako went to bed that morning, after a long night where she had already spent some time in someone else's bed - not to mention someone else's room-mate's bed - she was happy. Sex with Akira had been even better than she'd imagined sex with another girl could be. The warm sensations of knowing how much the tall girl cared about her had left her feeling quite content with her life.

That feeling of contentment lasted a grand total of five seconds from the time that she woke up, about four hours later, when the buzzing vibration of Makie's cell phone jolted her out of a rather pleasant dream that she completely forgot within seconds. (For the curious, it involved her in an orgy with dozens of clones of herself.) She blinked, stared up at the bottom of the bunk above her, listening to Makie talk quietly on the phone, and abruptly realized that in addition to her feelings for Tosaka-san and Negi-kun, she was now having an affair with Akira! She was leading on three people, not just two!

Makie's head popped into view. "Hey, Ako, your cell phone's off. It's Madoka, she wants to know if you're up to some rehearsal with the rest of your band?"

"I am a wicked, wicked woman!" Ako wailed.

Unhesitantly, Makie held the cell phone to her ear. "She'll call you back. Kthxbye." Hanging up, she rolled out of her bunk and dropped down to the floor lighter than a feather. "Ooookay," she said, crawling into Ako's bunk beside her room-mate, and wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Tell Makie-sempai all about it."

"I can't," Ako whined. "It's just too awful ..." She was also conscious of the feeling of Makie's small but firm breast pressing into the side of her ribs. It felt really good. Which was really bad.

"Oh, come on, Ako, how bad could it be? What did you do, cheat or something?" Makie prodded.

Ako's jaw dropped. "How did you guess?" she asked, when she regained control of her mouth.

"Wait, seriously?" Makie let go of her embrace and backed away, looking shocked. "You cheated?"

Ako could only nod in misery.

"That's ... wow. I, I never would have expected it of you, Ako. I ... wow." She shook her head. "Well. There's really only one thing to do," she said with grim certitude.

"What? What should I -"

"You need to tear up the pages, or don't turn them in, at least. When Negi-kun asks, just say that you didn't have time, what with everything else. He won't be able to argue with that. I mean, it's what I'm planning on doing. It should be okay." Makie nodded soberly.

Ako stared at Makie. "What," she asked.

"You can't turn in summer homework if you cheated off of someone else's work, Ako. Come on, even a Baka Ranger like me knows that cheating is just wrong. I can't believe I'm having to lecture someone on proper academic behavior ..." She shook her head.

Ako kept right on staring. "Oh, Makie," she finally said. "It must be so nice to be you."

Makie frowned. The words sounded like a compliment, but she felt like she'd just been insulted, somehow.

Eventually, Ako calmed down enough to call Kugimin back and find out where the practice was going to be held. From the pauses in the other girl's replies, she suspected that Kugimin had overheard her anguished wail and was worried about her ... again. Nor, from the sidelong glances that Makie gave her, was her roommate really satisfied by her easy acceptance of Makie's advice.

Of course, she considered as she started to walk down the street carrying her bass in one hand, those glances could mean something else ...

No, no, no! she thought angrily, holding a hand to the top of her head and shaking it rapidly, providing an interesting sight to the other people on the walkway. Stop thinking along those lines! Not everyone wants to hop into bed with you! Or have sex on the floor, the dining room table, up against one of the walls ... agh! What's next, thinking that Kugimin, Saku and Misa want to jump your bones, too?

well, admittedly, Misa ... No! Stop thinking like this!

Eventually, she arrived at the rehearsal space that Misa had arranged, having long since lost the small number of people who'd been following along behind her, wondering what the crazy cute girl was going to do next. (Ako, completely wrapped up in her problems, hadn't even noticed them.) The other members of Dekopin Rocket greeted her cheerfully and they all got set up to practice.

At Kugimin's suggestion, they decided to start with a cover of Avril's 'Complicated'. Ako found that ironically appropriate, even if the lyrics didn't really apply to her situation. For once, she was relieved to be playing a supporting part. It gave her time to calm down, something she desperately needed. Of course, before she could get really settled, Kugimin set her off again by directing a wink towards her when she sang, "Take off/all your preppy clothes."

She was just kidding, right? I'm not even wearing preppy clothes!

"All right!" said Kugimiya cheerfully, after the song came to an end. "That was pretty good, I think."

"Pretty good nothing!" Sakurako cheered. "We rock! Budokan, here we come!"

"Eat it, Hokago Tea Time!" agreed Misa enthusiastically.

Kugimiya sweatdropped. "Um ... you guys do realize that actually booking the Budokan as a venue is probably going to cost us more money than iincho spent to take us all to England, right?"

Quoth Misa, "Details!" Swirly tipped pointy finger.

Quoth Saku, "Buzzkill!" Swirly tipped pointy finger redux.

"Help me out here, Ako!" Kugimiya pleaded laughingly.

"Um, yeah. Go Budokan," Ako said absently.

"Oh, man," Kugimin sighed, and turned back to continue trying to moderate her friends' ambitions. By the time she did so, though, they'd moved on to another target.

"Mmm?" said Misa, looming over Ako with a gleam in her eye. "You seem a little distracted, Ako-chan. Why, you seem like you did after Nagi-san showed up for the first time, doesn't she, Sakurako?"

"She sure does. Did something more happen on your little trip than you've told us?" Sakurako asked, eyes gleaming as she stared up at Ako. (She had to bend over to do this, but she was used to that.)

As a matter of fact, Ako had probably left out more than she'd told. Discovering that Nagi-san was actually Negi, and then her relationship with Tosaka-san ... she'd only told the latter to Akira. Maybe keeping all these secrets was what was contributing to making her so uneasy and on edge. Maybe if she admitted something, she'd be calmer and more comfortable around her friends.

Admitting things to Akira had worked out pretty good, hadn't it? ... wait, no, that was the direction she didn't want things to go. Right?

Aloud, Ako sighed. "Okay, yes, I didn't tell you everything."

"Whee!" went Misa and Sakurako, while Madoka blinked audibly.

"You did meet up with Nagi-san during all of this, didn't you! I knew that it couldn't be as bad as you were making it out to be! Tell us about your summer romance, already!" Sakurako begged.

"It was that bad!" Ako protested. "You were lucky to be out of it, really! But ... well, yes, I did meet Nagi-san ... but ... well, various things happened, and I found out that he wasn't really who I thought he was." Telling them the whole truth would make them lose respect for their teacher, so she couldn't do that. "So ... that's over, really," she told their disappointed faces.

Madoka shook her head. "Man. I had a weird feeling that guy was too good to be true."

You have no idea, Ako thought. "And, you know, it hurt, but I met up with another guy, and so it wasn't that bad."

"Oh, Ako, falling in love at first sight is really a bad habit to get into," Misa said, shaking her head. "You should try to be the one they fall in love with, and get lots of presents out of -"

"It wasn't like that," Ako insisted. "Actually, when we met, I thought he was a big jerk. But, well ..."

"Oh, no," said Kugimiya, facepalming. "Don't tell me you went and fell for a bad boy." Then she grew pale. "Oh, gawd, don't tell me the bad boy was Nagi-san's idiot friend!"

Ako struggled to reign in the mildly hysterical laughter that came from the idea of fighting Natsumi over Kotaro. "No, no, it wasn't like that, either! But, well, I did start to realize that he was a really sweet guy, underneath it all, and, well, this and that happened, and ..." She trailed off.

"'This and that'?" Sakurako quoted, incredulously. "Why are you being so vague? You didn't have sex with the guy or anything, did you?"

Ako fell silent and felt her face turning turning into a blue-haired tomato.

"Oh. My. God," said Sakurako, eyes wide, grinning like a maniac. "Misa-chin, Ako had sex!"

"You used protection, right?" Misa asked bluntly.

"Eh?" Ako asked. Whatever reaction she'd been expecting from the head cheerleader, this wasn't it.

"Protection," Misa articulated. "Didn't you attend my lectures?"

Ako shook her head. She'd been too embarrassed by the official sex ed classes to even consider going to Misa's allegedly much more detailed discussions on the topic. And anyway, it hadn't exactly been hard, figuring out what went where. Of course, Tosaka-san had probably not been an innocent when they met.

"Oh, Orum," Misa swore. From nowhere, she produced a box and pushed it into Ako's hands. Troyan, it read. Misa turned to look at her other two bandmates. "You've both still got the boxes I gave you, right?"

"Actually, I used them all to make little balloon animals," Sakurako admitted cheerfully.

"Saku!" Misa said irritably. "They're a sacrament, dammit! Oh, here." She handed another mysteriously conjured box to Sakurako, who accepted it cheerfully. "What about you, Madoka?"

Madoka had simply been standing there staring in mute shock since Sakurako's exuberant deduction. She blinked when Misa directly addressed her, and her mind caught up with the conversation fairly quickly. She blushed and got angry. "Yes, I've still got them! When would I have used them, anyway?"

"Yeah, you're right," Misa agreed.

"Yeah. Hey, wait a minute!" Kugimiya protested when the implications of that remark hit her.

"Um," interrupted Ako, staring down at the box in her hands. "Misa-chin, are these -?"

"Yes."

"And you think I should -?"

"Can't trust the guys to remember it, they're usually kind of dumb about this sort of thing," Misa said with a nod. "If they were the ones who got knocked up, I suspect it would be a different thing. But they don't, and it's not."

"Oh. Well. Thank you, Misa-chin, but ... well, I can't accept something like this, it's too expensive a present," she said weakly.

"Nah, I buy them by the gross," Misa replied, shaking her head.

"You buy them by the -" Kugimiya started to shout.

"And it's a sacrament, like I said. My god wants people to have easy access to birth control."

"Well, anyway, you didn't really let me finish," Ako continued, shying away from the disturbing aspects of this conversation. "Since, you know, I'm here, and he's over there, it's ... we're not really together, now, so, what I'm saying is, this ..." She tried to hand the box back to Misa.

"Keep it," Misa insisted. "After all, you'll find someone else, and then they'll come in handy then."

Ako tried to keep herself from laughing at the idea that she and Akira would find the contents of the box useful. It was distressingly easy, particularly after she started having vague ideas about what she and Negi-kun would be able to do with them. Wait, surely they'd be too big, and ... why did she think these things!

Eventually, Madoka managed to get the band back on track, this time rehearsing one of their own songs, a new one that she'd put together after the cultural festival. It was noteworthy for having an extended bass solo, and Ako managed to not mess it up, for once. The absence of the audience was probably a factor in that, and she still had the dreads about doing it in public, but right now, she felt pretty good about her performance.

Of course, considering her anxiety and the stress of the piece, she also felt incredibly sweaty. "Man, oh, man, it's a good thing I brought a change of clothes. Is there somewhere I could -"

Kugimiya quickly led her over into a storage room beside the rehearsal room. She watched as Ako pulled off her sweat-stained t-shirt and jeans, producing a pair of replacement slacks from her bag. "Um, listen, Ako, I ... don't know how to go about asking this, but ... are you really okay? With everything that's happened, I mean," she asked hesitantly.

No, would have been the simple answer. But remembering how much she'd made Akira worry forced her to say, "Yes, Kugimin, I'm fine. I've grown up a lot this summer. Not just the sex thing. A lot of things happened." I fought, and I saw people die. Many of them came back. Many. Not all.

"Well ... good," Madoka said, for once not objecting to the Kugimin nickname. "I really hope this new guy is good for you, Ako."

Ako shook her head. "Well, he wanted to marry me -"

"Marry?" Madoka choked on the word.

"- but like I said, he's in the Magical World, and I'm ... not. Not yet, anyway." She did entertain vague notions of dropping out after she finished junior high and going back to Mundus Magica, but that was still more than a year in the future. "And anyway, there's someone else," she mused, only half-aware of what she was saying.

"Oh," Kugimin said, clearly startled. "Well, ah-heh, I guess then that the box is going to come in handy after all," she said, trying to fill the awkwardness with lame jokes.

Ako blushed. "Not really," she muttered.

"Eh?"

"... didn't say it was a boy ..." she muttered, even more softly.

But Madoka had very good ears. "Wait. You mean ... are you saying ..."

Ako nodded, just a little bit.

"You and Makie?" Madoka asked, amazed.

Ako promptly collapsed, then got up again, right in Madoka's face. "No! God, no! Why would you think that? I mean, she's cute, and she's sweet, but how the heck would I be able to live with her after that? She'd be giggling all the time! The girl I like is ... she's mature, and calm, and gentle, and she's stood up for me when I was down, and -"

Madoka abruptly made her break off by reaching out with the fingers of her hand to touch Ako's lips. "Ako," she said gently. "Are you telling me that you love me?"

Ako's eyes went wide. She almost collapsed again, but Madoka reached out with her other hand to wrap around her back, and pull her in towards her.

"Oh, Ako," the taller girl muttered. "I was so sure you didn't know. I tried so hard to be happy for you and Nagi-san, but I couldn't help thinking that something was just wrong about him. And then I realized that I was jealous - of him, not you. You're such a sweet girl, Ako. You deserve so much better ... better than me, frankly, but I'm all that I've got."

She leaned down, then, and gently pressed her lips to Ako's.

Then the door opened and Misa stuck her head in. "Say, are you two done ye - Oh. Um. Never mind, please continue." She drew back and closed the door.

"Shit," said Madoka as she pulled back from Ako's lips. "There went the -"

"No, it's still here," said Ako, pushing forward to return the kiss, frantically rubbing at the sides of Madoka's shirt, getting her to respond by reaching back to start working at the clasp of Ako's bra.

Then the door opened and Misa stuck her head in again, this time holding up a rectangular sheet of latex. "Y'know, even though what you two are doing can't produce babies, you should probably still be careful, because you can pick up some pretty nasty diseases. This is what they call a dental dam, you put it over -"

"OUT!" roared Madoka.

"Okay, wrong time to evangelize, sorry," Misa said, not looking terribly sorry, as she pulled back once more and closed the door.

Madoka covered her face. "Yeah, that definitely killed the mood."

Ako nodded reluctant agreement. "I guess -"

"Tomorrow," Madoka said quickly. "Tomorrow afternoon, my place, I'll kick them both out and we'll have it all to ourselves. Okay?"

Ako swallowed, and nodded.

"Great," Kugimin said, backing away with a warm smile. "I'm counting the minutes." She headed out the door, a spring in her step that hadn't been there before.

Five seconds later, what Ako had just done crashed in on her. "I am a wicked, wicked, wicked woman!" she cried. She was not only leading on Tosaka-san and Negi-kun, she was fooling around on Akira with Madoka! How had this happened?

There was only one thing to do. She had to go to Akira and confess her betrayal, and then apologize to Madoka, and then, once they'd discarded her like the wretch that she was, live the rest of her life alone and miserable. She pulled on her spare shirt and went out to collect her bass, shaking her head as she trudged along to the dorms.

When she reached Akira and Yuna's room, Ako held up her hand to knock. Before she could do, the door was flung open, and Akira let out a sigh. "Oh," she said. "Ako ... I was hoping it was Yuna. I still haven't seen or heard from her."

"She still hasn't come back?" Ako asked, startled.

"No, and there's no one at her father's place. I went and checked. Sat-chan told me that she and her father were in for breakfast this morning, but ... oh, what am I doing, come in, come in," the tall swimmer said, and pulled Ako in to the room, closed the door ... and surrounded her with a firm embrace.

"I'm so glad you came back," Akira said, voice unusually thick. "I was afraid you might be having second thoughts about this, regretting what we did." She kissed the top of Ako's head. "I'm so glad you came back," she repeated.

Now. Now she had to tell her. Ako opened her mouth.

The phone rang. Akira dropped the embrace and turned around to pick it up. "Long distance?" she murmured. Answering the phone, she said, "Moshi moshi?"

Then, "Yuna! Where are you?"

Then, "What are you doing in Amsterdam?" Akira beckoned for Ako to come closer and listen in. Hesitantly, she did so.

"... with my dad at his conference," Yuna was saying. "Say hi to Akira, daddy,"

"Hello, Akira-kun," said a male voice, sounding just a bit out of breath. "Thank you for taking care of Yuna all these -"

Yuna interrupted. "Anyway, I'm having a blast, this place rocks. So no more messages on my phone, 'kay? I'll be back when the new term starts. Tell everyone how much they should envy me! See ya!" And with that she hung up.

In a hotel room in Amsterdam, Professor Akashi gently caressed Yuna's face as he took her from behind. She moaned in pleasure as she hung up the phone. He'd been right, having his thing in her other hole was even better than having his fingers there. And she wasn't in any danger of getting pregnant like this!

Not that the idea of having his children bothered her much.

Tomorrow, or technically later this morning, they were going to go out to the red light district to look at hookers together. She had a wonderful fantasy of finding one who reminded her of her mother (or possibly Donet) and being with her and her dad. It was her ultimate fantasy. (Well, other than the one where she took on the entire WNBA and left them breathless, both on and off the court.)

As her father climaxed within her yet again, Yuna let out a sigh of utter satisfaction.

"Well, I guess she's okay, then," said Ako.

Slowly, Akira set down the phone, and immediately pulled Ako back into an embrace, kissing her passionately. "It's just us, then," she said, between kisses. "No interruptions."

"Um, well, there's something I should probably tell you," Ako said, pulling back.

"Can it wait until later?" Akira asked, naked need shining in her eyes.

Seeing that need, Ako melted. "Yes," she answered weakly, and kissed back.

As she felt her clothes pulling off, and their naked bodies wrapping around each other, Ako knew that there would be no later. If Akira even remembered, she'd tell her it didn't matter. And tomorrow, she'd go to Madoka's place and be with her. And probably there would be others.

Ako was a wicked woman.

And she was starting to not mind it all that much.

NEXT: Mana
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