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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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Again, I didn't write this, Darkenning it. I'm just posting the story with his authorization.

I am not Akamatsu Ken. I don't own Negima. Inspiration and thanks are owed to OverMaster.

Decadent Habits

Chapter Two: Setsuna

Deep breaths. Don't panic. The litany resounded through Setsuna's mind, along with a voice that sounded vaguely like Chisame's wondering why, when she faced demons and monsters and Tsukuyomi without qualm, the thought of talking to Eishun-sama, who had always been genial and kind to her sent her into a tizzy. Here's a thought, shut up imaginary Chisame-san who is possibly more annoying than real Chisame-san.

Deep breaths. Don't panic.

The door slid open, and Eishu-sama, resplendent in his robes, entered and bowed politely as Setsuna bolted up to stand and answer his bow. "Please forgive my tardiness, that kept you waiting," he said.

"No, no, not at all, I should have anticipated that you would not be able to see me at once," Setsuna answered, certain that she sounded like a frantic idiot. Deep breaths. Don't panic.

"The fault is mine, really," Eishun said as he went around the table and sat down, gesturing for Setsuna to do the same.

Setsuna wanted to protest, but he left her no real opening to do so. "I've said it before, but thank you once again for always protecting our Konoka. I am very grateful that you defended her in the months you spent in the Magical World. You have my profoundest thanks."

I abandoned her. For weeks I didn't know if she was alive or dead. I am a failure as a protector. You should not thank me. "Konoka-ojousama is becoming a mighty wizard," she said, instead of these truths. "She protects all of us, as much as we protect her."

"Yes, I have heard that," Eishun said, and then looking directly at her, in an odd tone, "I am very proud of my daughter, Setsuna-kun. Very proud."

He knows. He knows and he does not approve. Of course he does not approve, I am an ugly disgusting half-breed freak whose feelings are utterly impure and -

"Setsuna-kun. I am proud ... of ..." Eishun paused, as she stared at him, wondering what he was saying with such confusion as to break her train of thought.

"Setsuna-kun," Eishun began again. "What do you know of your family?"

"Eh?" she asked. She knew little. The hanyou who had raised her, if you could call it that, had simply told her that her father had been a human who seduced and abandoned her mother, who died giving birth to the wretched child that she was. They had given her the name Sakurazaki. She assumed that was her father's name.

Eishun saw her confusion, and apparently decided to increase it with a non-sequitur. "You are aware, I hope, that I married into the Konoe family, and was adopted and given their family name?"

"Yes," Setsuna answered, now bewildered. "You were born a member of the Aoyama clan."

"Yes," he said. "Born to a daughter of the Aoyama clan. Who married, then divorced, a man named ... Sakurazaki."

What.

"Yes," Eishun said at last. "Yes, you understand now."

"No," Setsuna said at last. "No, I do not."

His stoic front collapsed, and he bent his head low over the table. "Forgive me, Setsuna-kun. Forgive this old fool. I should not have left your mother. But the match between myself and Konoka's mother was made when we were only children, and ... I meant to break it, but then learned that she was sickly, and in need of care, and I thought that I could take a few years ... but there was no time. And then you were given to my cousins, and ... forgive me, Setsuna-kun."

"No," she repeated. "No, this can't be."

"It is."

"But ... but I love Kono-chan," she wimpered.

He risked a look up. "But that is a good thing. You should love your sister."

"I love Kono-chan!" she shouted.

Understanding dawned. "Oh," he said faintly. "Ah. Does she -"

"Yes! I think - yes," Setsuna answered, covering her eyes with her hands.

For a while, only silence filled the room.

Then Eishun began to speak again. "Setsuna-kun," he said. "Before ... before I knew your mother, or Konoka's mother ... there was another. And, for a number of reasons, I ... feared what people would say if they knew about my relationship with that person. But one of the people we knew found out, and all that she said, all that she said was ... 'when love is mutual, it brings joy, and nothing else matters.' Perhaps I should have heeded that person's counsel, for eventually this secret love died ... and perhaps it need not have done so. Perhaps you can be wiser than your foolish father.

"I am proud of my daughter," he continued, when she made no response. "I am proud ... of both of my daughters."

She still couldn't bring herself to say anything. With incredible rudeness, she reeled back, came to her feet, and stumbled out through the door of the room.

She didn't bother to open it first.

Eventually, after a long interval in which Setsuna was only vaguely aware of her surroundings, she realized that someone was standing in front of her and shouting her name. She blinked.

"Secchan!" Konoka cried once again. They were in the room which had been given to them for their use. Konoka stood before her, looking up at her in clear concern.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Forgive me, ojousama."

"What did he say?" nervously asked the girl whom she loved far, far more than life itself, which wasn't really saying all that much. "What did daddy say to make you space out like this?"

"Ah ... well ..." she temporized.

"Did he say that he doesn't want us to be together? Is that it?"

"... no," Setsuna answered weakly. But truthfully.

And for her honesty, earned the gradual spread across Konoka's face of the smile that made her heart race like nothing else could. "Then ... daddy is okay with it?"

"Well ... ye-" she began to answer, only to be interrupted. It is difficult to speak when a tongue other than one's own has been introduced into one's mouth and is exploring it vigorously. And it becomes even more difficult when one is falling backwards, landing gently on a futon. But it doesn't become completely impossible until a hand has slipped up under one's short skirt and then down again past the elastic of one's bicycle pants, and the fingers of that hand have gone where only one's own fingers have ever been.

"I've wanted this so long, Secchan," Konoka moaned as she pulled back both her mouth and her hand, the latter so as to start pushing the bicycle pants down Setsuna's legs as her other hand pulled.

"Wai- wha- how?" asked Setsuna when the pants had crosssed her hips.

"Pal, of course," Konoka answered absently, pushing up Setsuna's shirt.

"You - with -"

"No!" Konoka answered quickly. "But she has these four boxes, and even though I'm a little curious about what's in the box marked 'other', I only read what was in the box marked 'yuri'. But that was very informative," she said as the pants came down past Setsuna's ankles, allowing her to spread those beautifully muscled legs and promptly lower her head towards what lay between.

"Wait - no -" Setsuna gasped.

Konoka paused, and looked up at Setsuna with an incredibly frustrated expression. "Are you going to say, 'no, not there, it's dirty'? I thought people only said that in manga."

"No - but -" Setsuna continued to gasp.

"Can it wait?" Konoka asked, looking almost like she was about to cry.

Deep breaths. Don't panic.

"Yes," said Setsuna in a tiny voice.

"Good," Konoka said, and continued.

Moments later, Setsuna achieved her first climax at the hands of another. Well, second, but Asuna-san hadn't realized what she was doing when she carressed her wings. Within a few moments of that, she was giving Konoka her first climax at the hands of another. Well, fifth, but Haruna didn't count. And neither did Kaede. Or Asuna. First with Setsuna, let's just say that, and since true love is true love, the rest didn't count ...

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