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Again, this is by Darkenning.

Here we go again, coming up on the halfway point of this arc. Negima, as always, belongs to Akamatsu Ken, who has nothing to do with this parody. Thanks to my co-writers, and to all the reviewers.

Just a warning. Some of the things that will happen in this chapter or the next aren't going to make a lot of sense. You're only seeing part of the story. The other part is someone else's to tell.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 17: Mana

"All right," said Mana wearily. "If I say, all is forgiven, I regard you with utter adoration, daddy dearest, will you at least think about leaving sometime soon?"

"Nah. But I'd laugh a bit," Rakan replied evenly, noshing on some natto.

"Jesus," the half-Mazoku miko muttered, holding a hand over her eyes. (For those curious, the name did in fact burn her lips, but she was tough enough to take it.)

"I dunno what you want from me," he said with a shrug. "The whole world knows what a lousy houseguest I am. Hey, I'd think your -"

"Let's not go there. And anyway, I dunno what you want from me. What are you trying to accomplish, here?" She glared at him across the table.

He set down the natto and looked at her seriously, even mournfully. "Is it so hard to believe that I want to get to know my only daughter?"

"Yes," she answered succinctly. "The people who told me explicitly what a lousy houseguest you are also made it pretty clear that you were well aware of the fact that I'd come into the world when I did. So you've had fourteen years to get to know me, and didn't do so until now. So what's the real reason?"

"Eh, fair cop," he admitted. "When you get right down to it, I'm just satisfying an old curious itch. Couldn't come here before now, and all Nagi's stories about the place sorta got to me after a while. So now I can, here I am. And you and the other kids are pretty much the only people I know around here, so ..." He shrugged.

"You are an idiot," Mana pronounced.

"This too is part of my legend," he agreed.

Shaking her head, Mana stood up from where she was seated on the floor across the kotatsu from him. "Enough," she said wearily. "I'm going to dump you on Negi and his mother, let them decide what to do with you. Where the hell are my pants?" Not wearing clothes for the last day or so had left her a little out of practice.

"Don't hurry on my account," Rakan said, frankly admiring the length of her leg.

Mana sighed disgustedly. "There really is no limit to your perversion, is there?"

"Haven't found it yet," he admitted cheerfully.

"Well, rest assured, I have no interest in following my mother's path. In anything." She finally found the pants and started to pulled them on. "Least of all her abysmal taste in men," she added as she turned to look at him squarely ... and saw just a tiny bit of hurt flash across his face before the pose of non-chalant, world-weary amusement hid it completely. A better person would probably have felt guilty.

Mana was not a better person.

Over in Negi's seraglio - really, there was no other appropriate term by this point - Arika lay back on the bottom bunk in languid satisfaction, pulling Setsuna up from where the hanyou had just brought her to a shrieking climax to kiss those wonderful lips. "You are incredible at this," she told the girl. "My compliments to your former lovers, who taught you so well."

"Um, well, actually, I've only ever been with ojousama before all of this happened," Setsuna hesitantly explained. And despite how warm the compliment made her, ojousama was still the only one she wanted to be with after all of this. Absolutely. Definitely. No other fantasies at all. None.

"Really?" Arika asked, arching an eyebrow. "You must have played with each other a great deal, to become so skillful." But then why was Konoka's own technique so pitiful?

"Um, well, actually," Setsuna stammered, conscious of the fact that she was saying that far too much. "We only, well, we didn't, er, not until a couple of days ago." That was really what had started the whole mess, hadn't it?

Arika's eyes went wide.

A moment later, her head popped up beside the top bunk, where Negi was pumping away like a derrick between Asuna's legs with his mouth firmly affixed to her left nipple. "Asuna, you need to have sex with Setsuna," she announced.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something right now," Asuna replied, her words interspersed with gasps of pleasure.

"You can do that any time, given how easily your brother gets it up. A natural talent like Setsuna's must be experienced. She's already your teacher, right? Well, now she will teach you how to please a woman, which will make our own time together more enjoyable for us both."

"I haven't said I'll do that yet!" Asuna protested, opening an eye (the blue one, for those curious) to glare at her mother. So what if she'd implied it? She was a woman and got to change her mind!

Before Arika could reply to that, there was a knock at the door. Grumbling, she stepped back off the bunkbeds and pulled on a housecoat before padding to the door and opening it.

"I have a problem," Konoka said, standing there in the same clothes she'd been wearing when she stormed away earlier. "You're right, I have a problem. I need to talk to Secchan. She's here, right? I need to talk to her, privately. Please?" she asked, piteously.

Arika's heart softened. "Just a moment," she said, then walked back into the room, picked up likely looking clothes from the floor and snapped her fingers. Immediately, the clothes vanished from her hands and appeared in the appropriate places on Setsuna's no-longer-nude body.

"Your lover calls, Setsuna-chan," Arika informed the swordswoman with a gentle smile. "Be kind to her, but don't let her off the hook too easily."

"She's -" Setsuna said, quickly getting to her feet.

"Hallway," Arika said, though the word was largely spoken to a dust cloud kicked up by Setsuna's rapid exit. She settled down on the bottom bunk again, listening to her children with a smile and thinking happy thoughts about her grandchildren to come.

Out in the hallway, Setsuna threw herself into Konoka's arms. "Kono-chan!" she cried.

"Secchan!" Konoka replied, just as happy. But when Setsuna tried to kiss her, she shook her head. "No. No, Secchan, I've been talking to Haruna about this, and she's right, we need to get back to being a family. A normal family. So we're going to go see Daddy and make this right. Okay?"

Setsuna was so happy to see Konoka again, and see that she wasn't angry or hurt, that she would have agreed to just about anything. "Yes, of course, ojousama."

Konoka just stared.

"Ojousama?" Setsuna repeated.

"We're in private," Konoka said bluntly. "I told you, not while we're in private. One thing, Secchan, one tiny little thing! Okay, to hell with what Haruna thinks, let's go get Daddy and make him repent some more."

"But -"

"You want me to forgive you for screwing around with Negi-kun and Asuna behind my back, don't you?"

"... yes, Kono-chan."

"Well, all right, then. Off we go ..."

Again, back in the seraglio, Negi had just climaxed yet again atop Asuna's supine form, and they were engaged in post-coital cuddling. Arika was beginning to become just a tad bit jealous of her daughter, whose womb had been bathed so often in Negi's rich masculine juices, whereas he had never achieved climax with her. Well, there would be time for that after Asuna acccepted her.

There was another firm knock on the door, and once again, Arika took it on herself to act as the janitor for her children by answering it.

"Hey, sexy, how's tricks?" asked Rakan, grinning.

She absently laid him flat on the floor with a single blow, then looked to Mana for an explanation. Once Mana stopped blinking rapidly, she turned to explain. "Can you take him in? I don't think I can take another day of having to look after him."

"Understandable," Arika said, not questioning why Mana had taken this responsibility on herself.

"Oh, man, I missed that right hook of yours," Rakan said, getting up and coughing up some blood. "Damn, but it's good to see you again." He was still grinning.

"I'll see what I can do," Arika continued talking to Mana as though she hadn't been interrupted. "Just a moment please." She stepped back, closed the door and walked back into the dorm room, again grabbing a fistful of appropriate clothes in each hand and then snapping her fingers. Abruptly, both Negi and Asuna were fully clothed, although Asuna made a choking noise and pulled off the bra, which had turned out to be one of Yuna's leftovers from a few days ago.

"That is a very useful spell, okaasama," Negi said politely.

"One of your father's favored kindermagics," Arika replied. "Of course, he developed the inverted form first. Regardless, we have company coming, so keep it platonic for the duration, all right?" Without waiting for an answer, she went back to the door and opened it to let Mana and Rakan enter.

"Rakan-san!" Negi said excitedly. "I didn't really think you'd take our offer to come here and visit!"

"Eh, well, since you two and Glasses Girl went to all that trouble to make it so I could, seemed a shame not to take advantage," Rakan said, fistbumping Negi. He clearly took note of the clothes scattered around the room, but said nothing.

"And you went to Captain Tatsumiya first, because ..." Negi continued, then trailed off, and blinked. "Wait, why did you go to Captain Tatsumiya first?"

"Cause she's my kid," Rakan answered cheerfully.

"Oh, that makes sense," Negi said, nodding.

An interval passed.

"Dwah?" Negi and Asuna chorused.

"Ah, I thought I noted a resemblance," Arika said, nodding.

"Dwah?" Negi and Asuna repeated.

"Here we go," Mana muttered, facepalming.

"But, Rakan-san ... how is that possible?" Negi asked, suddenly all confused and helpless.

"Well, it's kind of a funny story," Rakan began.

"There's nothing funny about it. It is a grim tale of mistakes and betrayal, lies and deceit," Mana interrupted.

"So, yeah, funny. Anyway, you know about Hellas, right? Well, the Helladians can breed with humans, and a lot of them do. 's why they're called demihumans, sometimes, because a lot of 'em are about half human when you add it all up. And in my case, my dad was not only human but human from here on the Old World, from some place called Puerto Rico. Is that far from here, incidentally?"

"Yes," said Nagi and Mana, simultaneously. Asuna had no notion of geography.

"Eh, well, if I wanna go there I'll probably just swim. Well, this and that happened, and well, you know my story. Anyway, about sixteen years ago, I was peacefully minding my own business -"

Arika coughed politely.

"- no, really. Anyway, there I was, and what what one thing and another, I stumbled into the lair of the Mazoku Queen Diamond Eyed Yakushototo and her 108 daughters. They had a standing challenge that anyone who satisfied all of the daughters would go free. Well, a few hours later, the Queen was trying to welch on her end of the deal, claiming I couldn't possibly have really satisfied them, so I persuaded her not to do that by demonstrating, and went on my way. And a little while after that she had a 109th daughter."

"Me," Mana interjected, wearily lifting a hand. "Half Mazoku, and a quarter Puerto Rican. You would not believe how much my 108 half-sisters hate this idiot."

"Ruined them for all other men, probably," Rakan said without a hint of false modesty.

"Anyway, I used a variation on his last name, Arkana, as my family name for a few years, before the Tatsumiya family did me the honor of adopting me," Mana concluded. "It's probably a violation of filial piety, but could you please take this jackass off my hands? I just recovered from the drinking binge he took me on when he showed up, and I have a distinct impression that he wants to go on another one."

"Oh, well, cer- wait a minute, drinking binge? Rakan-san, you can't take my students on drinking binges!" Negi protested.

Rakan blinked. This seemed a strange, utterly bewildering notion to him. He was also sort of surprised that Negi didn't seem confused by the innuendo he'd been spouting.

Before he could open his mouth to express that surprise, which would have led to Negi explaining that it wasn't appropriate, which would have led to a fight that demolished most of the dorm, there was a sudden scrabbling at the window.

"Aniki!" gasped Chamo. "Something terrible has happened!"

"Eh? Nodoka-san is trying to do what? And she's working with Master to do it? And she lured Iincho-san and Chizuru-san to Master's home? And Chisame-san is there too! This is terrible!" Negi summarized.

"Swear to god, you sound like someone doing a next episode preview sometimes," Asuna complained.

"Eh?" Then he shook his head. "Well, never mind that now. We have to do something!"

"Yeah, well, have fun with that," Mana said, edging towards the door.

"Wait a minute, you said that you were on Negi's side now!" Asuna pointed out.

Mana paused at the door. "No, what I said was, I've decided to believe in him. In matters where the fate of worlds is at stake, I will definitely lend him all my strength without reservation, which is something money can't buy. For everything else, like silly little disputes between him and the Dark Evangel, there's MasterCard."

"Ah, yes, I recognize your father so clearly in you from that," Arika noted. Rakan was smiling like a proud papa.

Mana briefly considered whether it would be worth it to break her arm, but her chain of thought was interrupted when Arika scribbled down some numbers on a piece of scrap paper and tossed it in her direction like a shuriken. She caught it, of course, and looked at them. Then looked at them. "This is legitimate?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"Feel free to check," Arika said patiently.

Mana pulled out her cell phone and promptly dialled her banker in Zurich. Speaking in French, she asked him to check whether there was an account at the number she'd been given, and whether it could support a withdrawal of funds in the amount listed.

"Facilement," he answered a moment later.

"Un moment, s'il vous plait." She lowered the phone to her shoulder. "My services are at your command. What's the transfer code?"

Arika recited a short string of letters and numbers, which Mana repeated into the phone. Several million dollars richer, she hung up and said, "So, what's the plan?" she asked Negi patiently.

"Well, we should head for Master's house, and -"

"I don't like your plan," she interrupted.

"Yeah, it sucks," Asuna agreed.

"Negi, given the givens, does it not seem likely that Evangeline is trying to lure you to that precise location?" Arika asked calmly.

"Um. Well, yes, but ..."

"And you think giving her what she wants is a good idea?"

"Um. Well, no, but ..."

"So then. How is this for a better plan - Asuna, you and Negi will act as though you have not received the information that she arranged to be leaked to you -"

"Hey, wait a minute, I made a legitimate escape!" Chamo protested.

"Silence, sub-creature," Arika said absently. "Had she wished to prevent your escape, it would have been easy for her to do so. Obviously, your escape was a part of her plan. Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted - Asuna, you and Negi will casually stroll around, accompanied by a shikigami of me. The sight of you doing this, seen through her subversion of Mahora's magical surveillance system, will confuse her, making it more likely for the other part of the plan to work. Mana-san, while this is happening, you will maintain a secure perimeter around them."

Mana nodded. This seemed easy enough.

"Meanwhile, I will be infiltrating Evangeline's cabin and rescuing her prisoners," Arika concluded.

That sounded impossible.

"Wait, what?" said Negi. "Mother, that's -"

"Are you going to say that it's dangerous?" Arika said in a tone that could also be described as dangerous. "Negi, I have spent the last nine years in a small cell. I have not any fun in all that time. I deserve a little entertainment, and I need a little exercise. Besides which, I very much want to test my steel against that person. Your father was quite fond of teasing me about her crush on him in the early stages of it, and I admit to having a bit of a complex about it. I very much want to test my steel against that person." She was smiling when she said it. She looked oddly like Tsukuyomi at that moment.

Negi swallowed. "But I don't want you to hurt Master, and I don't want you to get hurt either," he said desperately.

"Pain and pleasure are both the flavors of life, my son. I am sure that person understands this as well as I do," Arika said with grim finality.

Asuna looked away, remembering what Eva had told her about her life, so long ago it seemed. She suspected that pleasure had had very little to do with the little vampire's 'life' ... and having given herself to pleasure quite a bit this last little while, she knew just how much Eva had been missing.

"I note that you haven't asked me if I'm gonna take part in this little scheme of yours," Rakan interjected.

"I was expecting that you'd want a ridiculous amount of money to do so, and since I only hand out one ridiculous amount of money on any given day, I was going to blackmail you by mentioning -" Arika began to explain.

"Let's not go there!" Rakan interrupted. "Anyway, I'm perfectly willing to do this one for free. Call it in celebration of our reunion, Princess."

"Queen," Arika said in the same dangerous tone as before..

Rakan continued "And besides, I kinda like Glasses, and I sorta owe her for helping to make it so I can come here,"

And you have a vague awareness that she's Nagi's daughter, and typically idiotic plans about using her to sublimate your homoerotic fixation on him, Arika thought. Well, perhaps I'm being too harsh. They're not totally idiotic. In many ways, Chisame is much more like Nagi than Negi could ever be. "All right, I'll just get changed, and then we can get started." She headed towards the toilet area, planning to change there.

"Could I have a word or two in private, first?" Rakan asked.

"Of course," she said, and beckoned for him to follow her.

"Unusually discrete of you," she said once the door closed behind them and she dropped the housecoat, leaving her clad in nothing but a lifted eyebrow of inquiry.

Rakan was unmoved. At least visibly. "You're initiating those two into the worship of Aphrodite and Eros, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am fucking them, and encouraging them to fuck each other," she answered bluntly, and only slightly inaccurately. "Is this going to be a problem?"

"Nah," Rakan said dismissively. "Heroes, kings and gods, we make our own rules. Just wanted to make sure I was reading the situation right, that's all."

"Fine," Arika said. "Incidentally, you're welcome to join us. Eishun has."

Rakan's eyebrows went up. "You got Eishun to take part in an orgy. Huh! I'd like to have seen that. But it's probably not gonna happen. I think I know what you're tryin' to do -"

"I'm perfectly forthright about what I'm trying to do. I want to test-drive you to make sure you're good enough for Theodora. She and I are very good friends, you know, and I'm not impressed by the satisfying 109 Mazoku story. Mazoku are easy."

"- but that's not gonna happen, either," Rakan continued. "She's a sweet kid, but she'd have to give up the throne. They'd never let her marry -"

"Gosh, really?" Arika said flatly. "It's almost like she wants to do that, and like I agree with her, and like we plan to go on madcap adventures across two worlds once she does so. I know it's hard, but could you try to be a little less of an idiot?" Finger flick to the head. sending him flying back against the door with a grunt. "And be a dear and pass me that garment bag?"

A moment later, she emerged from the bathroom, clad in tight yellow leather pants, knee length boots and a yellow jacket zipped up to her neck, with black stripes down the arms.

"Let's do this thing," she said, smiling grimly.

NEXT: Evangeline.
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