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Chapter List
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Darkenn-- Hey, whoa, I actually wrote this chapter! Darkenning corrected it and improved on it, though.

Standard issue disclaimer: Akamatsu Ken created and owns Negima. Neither I nor my co-writer, OverMaster, is him. This is a parody, protected speech.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 19: Zazie

Haruna finished putting the last few touches on the sketch and sighed while putting her drawing utensils down. She reached over for a piece of cloth, wiping the sweat off her forehead. "It's done, Patty-chan! You can get dressed now."

The blond short haired Patricia Martin let her 'tragic heroine' pose go and breathed out very deeply, smiling with satisfaction. "You sure took long enough this time, Haruna-sempai!" she said in her high pitched, American accented voice. "What's wrong? You're normally faster than that."

Haruna shrugged. "I suppose I just haven't been at the top of my game lately. I'm sure I'll get back in the swing of things soon."

"I tell you, all that time slacking in your vacation hurt your output," Patty said, reaching for her clothes and starting to pull them on.

"Haruna-sempai!" The short and bespectacled Tamura Hiyori entered the room with a tall pile of reference material in her hands. "I overheard you were done?"

Haruna nodded. "Yep, all there's left is the inking, and Hikaru-sempai will take care of it."

"Good!" Hiyori put it all down on a table. "Now we finally can move on to that Sasuke-Itachi doujin, right?"

Haruna paused. It had slipped her mind completely. That incest doujin...

Incest.

The taller mangaka shook her head. "Sorry, Hiyori-chan. I won't be doing that one. You can pull a solo on it if you want, but truth be told, I don't want to do any incest projects for a while."

Her two clubmates were astounded. "Ehhhh? Why's that?" Patty whined.

"You were looking forward to that project so much!" Hiyori added.

"Sorry. I just can't do it, " Saotome shook her head. "I... I recently saw a... movie on the subject that turned me off all that. I'm still doing boy-on-boy, and girl-on-girl, and even futa, but no incest, sorry."

"You said 'sorry'!" Patty's eyes widened. "But being Paru-sama means never having to say you're sorry!"

"Haruna-sempai, are you feeling okay?" Hiyori worried. "You're Saotome Haruna! You fall asleep watching Saw! You say Caligula is a Saturday popcorn flick! You said The Devil in Miss Jones was too naive! You don't even fear Pokephilia! No movie can disturb you!"

"This one did. It was ... truly sick stuff," Haruna grumbled, pulling her coat on.

Her two assistants looked on dumbly, wondering what kind of monstrosity could do that to their beloved leader. "Haruna-sempai," Hiyori finally worked up the nerve to say.

"Yes?"

"Be honest with us. Has something ... bad happened in your family?" she asked bluntly.

Haruna facefaulted, then sprang back to her feet. "Of course not! Sheesh, Dad may have all the flaws in the world, but not that one!" Ewwwww!

"And ... your brother?" Patty hesitated.

"He'd never do such a thing," Haruna scoffed. "Geez, you two and your dirty minds. Who put all that garbage in your brains?"

They pointed swirly-tipped fingers at her without any hesitation. "You did!" they chorused.

"Before meeting you, I was a fan of Doraemon!" Hiyori said.

"I fainted when I caught a glimpse of pictures of nude boys!" Patty added.

Haruna had to laugh. It felt nice, doing it again. "Okay, good point! Sorry! But rest assured, no, my family, weird as it is, loves me too much for that."

They smiled, reassured. "Sorry for asking, Haruna-sempai," Hiyori apologized.

"Never mind. The way things are nowadays, I don't blame you," their sempai told them. "Well, see you tomorrow. I'm having dinner with Nodo-chan."

"Isn't a bit late for that, though?" the American exchange student looked at the watch on the wall.

"Yeah, you've been staying late a lot, lately, " Hiyori nodded. "What's with your duties at the Library Exploration Club?"

"That club ... isn't the same thing anymore, " Haruna almost looked downcast. "The fun's gone. Yuecchi's gone. Nodo-chan spends most of her time away, and Konoka ... has changed."

The two younger girls fell silent, unsure what to say.

"To be honest, I prefer spending my time with you guys, " Haruna confided. "Don't ever change, hear me? Let's be normal abnormal girls forever."

Patty placed a hand on her right shoulder. "We're Nakama, Haruna-chan." She spoke in English except for that one word, to emphasize it.

Nakama. Comrades. That word was overused so much. And yet, until recently, she'd been very sure she belonged to an iron-knit Nakama. Now she wasn't sure anymore.

She still smiled, rubbing Patty's hand friendly. "Thank you. Yes, we're Nakama."

"Ahem." A brief, soft cough came from the door.

"Oh." Haruna looked in that direction. "Nodo-chan! How long have you -"

"Since the 'The fun's gone' part," Nodoka quietly replied. Haruna remembered how stealthy she could be when she wanted. "I, I can't say I disagree," she confessed.

"Nodo-chan, I -"

"Let's go. I'm hungry." Nodoka calmly turned and began walking away.

"Y-Yeah. See ya, Hiyori-chan, Patty-chan." Haruna waved a goodbye.

"See you tomorrow!" both assistants waved back.

And then the librarians were gone.

Hiyori sighed sadly. "It's like watching the Titanic sink."

"Yeah," Patricia agreed in the same tone.

Hiyori grabbed her hand firmly. "Let's never go that way, okay?"

Patty smiled at her. "Okay!"

And their lips came together in a chaste - for now - kiss.

The Chao Bao Zi was unusually quiet that late afternoon, customers leaving early until only a few of them were left, far before the usual closing hours.

Then again, as Satsuki pondered from behind the counter, it looked like it was going to be another stormy night. She couldn't blame anyone for wanting to get back home as soon as possible.

Nodoka and Haruna sat at a corner eating in an uncomfortable silence. Every once in a while, Miyazaki would turn a quick glare at Evangeline, who sat relatively near with a bowl of ramen. Chachamaru, serving the last few remaining patrons, would catch these glimpses whenever they happened, and there seemed to be some sort of unspoken agreement between the three girls. As if they just were waiting for an order from the leading personality to enact a plan or something.

Ridiculous, Satsuki tried to tell herself.

Ku Fei, her waitress duties for the day over, sat near the counter grabbing a quick nap, her chin resting cutely on her chest. Hakase sat near her, running a few calculations on her laptop. Nothing, all in all, seemed to be particularly far out of the normal.

And yet, Satsuki could feel it in her soul. Her world had become a darker and sadder place in the last few weeks. And it was affecting almost everyone around her.

"- at least six dead in the explosion at the Mercy Hospital in Gotham City, seemingly engineered by the terrorist mastermind known only as the Joker." The TV set was broadcasting the international news. "This act is the latest in a series of seemingly random strikes against the city. Gotham's District Attorney Harvey Dent, grievously injured in a previous incident, is missing, pressumed dead - "

Zazie sat next to the door, slowly eating a bowl of spicy ramen, her face as enigmatic and expressionless as ever. She was one of the few who seemed completely unchanged, going back to her silent ways after her brief change of attitude during the demon invasion.

Konoka sat near her, eating alone for a change, which actually puzzled Yotsuba a lot. Ku had tried to strike up a casual chat with her a few times, but the healer had only smiled and told her she was feeling slightly ill, not in a talkative mood. Satsuki could tell she was lying, at least partially, even if Ku couldn't.

Finally, Evangeline stood up, paid and headed for the door. "Chachamaru," she said. "We're leaving."

"Yes, Master." The gynoid quickly bowed her goodbyes to Hakase and Satsuki and followed the tiny blonde.

As they passed by next to Zazie, however, a few soft words startled Evangeline. "The more you surround yourself with slaves, the lonelier you'll be."

That made Eva's skin actually crawl for a moment. With a short, barely audible hiss, she turned her suddenly black and red eyes to Zazie, snarling viciously. "What do you - "

Then she caught a glimpse of the claws popped from the fingers of Rainyday's left hand, even though the dark skinned acrobat's expression continued being exactly the same. Never cowed, but reminded of the need to keep a low public profile, McDowell turned to stomp out. "We'll settle this later."

Chachamaru gave Zazie a short, somewhat questioning gaze, then began walking out as well.

As she did, Zazie warned in the same whispered monotone. "She won't succeed. And even if she did, it wouldn't bring her happiness."

"I know." The gynoid left without looking back.

Satomi blinked, looking in their direction with a baffled face.

Nodoka coughed and stood up as well. "I, I suppose I'd better leave as well. I have important things to do. Haruna, I ... may not see you again for a while."

"Eh?" her remaining clubmate blurbed. "But, why - "

"I'll explain it later," Nodoka half-heartedly promised, rushing for the exit as much as she could without looking desperate.

Zazie's next few words, apparently aimed at no one, stopped her right on her tracks. "Two wrongs don't make a right."

Nodoka stopped dead and looked ashamed for a moment, before switching to an emotion Haruna hadn't ever seen her displaying before. Bitter contempt. "You know, Rainyday-san," she said, keeping a level glare on the performer, "your wise advice always comes too late. Maybe, if you ever bothered to share your infinite wisdom with us before -"

"Nodoka!" Haruna gasped.

Zazie looked up at Nodoka, with that eternal lazy calm of hers. "Would it make a difference? You have spurned those who were close to you, either way."

Nodoka recoiled as if Quintum's bolt had hit her again. But she recovered quickly. Without saying a word, she clenched her watering eyes and tried to run away.

"Nodoka!" Haruna repeated, reaching for her, grabbing her right wrist to hold her in place.

"Let me go, Haruna!" Nodoka yanked her hand free.

The mangaka stared at her with wide eyes. "Nodoka, what has -"

"You said it, Haruna," she said. "We aren't fun anymore. That's everything you always cared about, right? Fun. Playing roles, playing matchmaker. But when real life knocks at the door, bringing its real pain along, you don't even recognize it. You spent so long playing your damn games you aren't even of any help when - when - "

She stopped, holding a few sobs back. Satsuki finally moved in to help, vaguely wondering why hadn't she done it before. But Nodoka just brushed past her, sounding like the old Nodoka for only a moment. A shy, frail violet shrinking down under the withering weather. "I'm sorry, Haruna!" she cried as she fled.

The busty girl watched her go helplessly. "I'm sorry too, Nodoka,"

Konoka winced and left her seat as well. "Ahhh ... I'm sure she'll be okay!" she reassured mechanically, with a blatantly fake giggle that sounded as if she was shattering behind it. "She just needs ... some time alone ... like all of us do once in a while. See you tomorrow, everyone."

She eyed Zazie expectantly while walking next to her, but the performer did not speak a word, and neither did she look at her. Konoka seemed to hesitate before stopping at her side and smiling hesitantly at her. "Ne, Zazie-chan. Since you're so talkative today, why don't you give me some advice as well? Not like I need it, but -"

Zazie looked up and down at her, very slowly. "Why? You already know what to do. You just don't want to do it."

Konoka paled visibly, then straightened stiffly and walked out into the night without remembering to pay.

Hakase sighed and put it on Konoka's tab. "Are their cycles in synch or something?" she wondered aloud.

Haruna sat back down, burying her head in her hands. "How could we all be so clueless?"

Ku Fei yawned and stretched her arms up. "Ahhhh, I had the nicest dream!" She noticed the room's gloomy atmosphere and blinked. "Huh? Why all the long faces-aruyo?"

"We're falling apart at the seams," Haruna lamented. "How did this happen? We used to risk our lives for each other without hesitation, and now ... we barely can stand each other. It's as if everyone's ready to jump down each other's throats at the drop of a hat."

"That isn't true, " Ku Fei said. "We're still the same!"

"Maybe you!" Haruna argued. "And thank God for that! But no one else has been the same ever since we returned from Mundus Magicus, and you have to realize it, Ku-chan! Nodoka's become a bitter shadow of herself, Konoka's acting weirder than ever, Setsuna looks like she's on the border of an eternal nervous collapse, and Asuna ... oh, if only I told you about Asuna!"

The martial artist grew concerned. "What's up with Asuna-aru?"

Haruna looked aside. "Never mind. I promised her I'd keep her secret."

"You're holding back on gossip?" Hakase asked. "Oh my. It seems that you have changed, too!"

Haruna's hair antennae drooped. "I guess you're right."

Ku slammed her hands on the table, making a fairly large crack in its surface. "Enough! Okay, maybe you're right! Maybe things haven't been the same! But we can work this out! We only need to talk it over."

"That won't happen. Not as long as that awful, domineering woman is around," Haruna snarked.

"Evangeline?" Hakase asked, frowning.

The mangaka actually sulked for a moment. "Well, yeah, her too. But mostly, I mean Negi's mother. It's all her fault. Her fault ... and Yue's faut."

"Now, see, that's the core of your issues," Satomi said. "You still can't let her go."

"She betrayed us," Haruna mumbled darkly. "Even after years of friendship, after all we went through together, after we swore we'd be inseparable friends forever ... she decided to stay with people she'd just met! And that's assuming she didn't just lie about not remembering everything, because I can see her doing that to 'alleviate the blow' and pull another crappy I-want-you-two-to-be-happy useless sacrifice on Nodoka and Negi. Never considering Nodoka's feelings! Never understanding she didn't want her gone! She broke Nodoka's heart on nothing but a selfish whim!"

"A selfish whim of the heart begets another," Zazie calmly observed from her corner.

Baka Yelow scratched her head. "Wait a minute. How's Negi's mom a bad woman now? And Eva-chan? She's done so much for us! She trained us - "

"Wake up, Ku!" Haruna told her. "Not a single thing she's done has been with our best interests in mind! At the end, it's all for her own benefit! We're nothing but expendable puppets for her! She'll never be our friend, and I was an idiot fooling myself by treating her like one!"

Hakase hummed. "It is true Evangeline-san is a difficult person to deal with, but - "

"The Mistress of Puppets." Haruna crossed her arms. "And I'll say it again, we're nothing but dolls to her. Well, count me out of that from now on. She doesn't want us in her resort? Fine, I'll never set a foot there for the rest of my life! Not even if she came bawling to me!"

Hakase couldn't help chuckling. "I don't really think that would happen in any event."

"Yeah, I know," the librarian muttered. "Still, it's nice to imagine it."

Hakase hummed thoughtfully. "I haven't noticed much of a difference, but then again, we never were that close. I thought I had observed something strange about Chachamaru's recent behavior patterns, however. She has been acting slower than usual lately, but her systems are working at full capacity. I had chalked it to a failure in the inner power core, and I was trying to locate it without success. I suppose it is possible there is a psychological reason behind it instead."

"Ah?" Ku Fei blinked.

"Chachamaru's depressed," Haruna summed up.

"Ah!" Ku said. "What if we throw her a party?"

Haruna sighed and rapped her knuckles on the martial artist's forehead. "Wise up, Pinkie Pie. It isn't as easy as that."

"Normally, you'd be all for the idea," Satomi pointed out.

"Nodoka said it herself, I messed up a lot of things before," Haruna mused, her Pactio artifact twirling between her fingers, doodling a scene of herself, Yue and Nodoka together, which hovered over them like a holographic image. She had been gaining greater control over its functions now she was practicing more seriously. She waved the quill, and the image dissolved in the air. "I meddled where I wasn't needed, and I didn't help my friends where it mattered. Even in battle, I never did as much as I could have. Now it's too late to make up for it."

"It's never too late!" Ku said firmly.

"Ku-san is right," Hakase opined. "What's so hard about making up? Granted, in Yue-san's case it can't be helped since she isn't here anymore, but ..."

Haruna gave her a jaded glare. "Since when do you know anything on human relationships?"

Hakase stared back, frowning. "The way you're all behaving lately, I'd say even I know more on the subject than you."

Haruna slumped her head in defeat. "Good point. Sorry about that, Prof-chan."

"No offense taken." The scientist shrugged, starting to gather her things. "Well, I have a few late experiments to run, so if you'll excuse me ..."

"Wait, Satomi-chan." Ku grabbed her by a sleeve, then pulled her along as she also motioned for the others to get close, scooping one after another in a tight group hug. "You too, Zazie, Satchan. We're friends, you hear me. All of us-aru! We only stop being friends when we decide to stop being so! I don't believe in dark vague forces of fate separating us! If there's a problem with us, then it lies in us! And we only can work it out by actually getting together instead of brooding on how unfair life is!"

"Ku-chan!" Haruna gasped. For such a Baka, she could display very high levels of insight at times. "You -"

And then realization struck. She smiled and patted her back. "You've been reading Chinese fortune cookies again, haven't you?"

"Well, can't help it! Who do you think writes the things?" Ku grinned.

The girls around her couldn't help but laughing. Even Zazie cracked a brief small smile.

"You're right, Ku-chan, " Haruna petted her head. "Thank you. We need you around to remind us of that."

They went their separate paths in a more spirited way after that, promising to get together again the next day to decide what to do next. Even Hakase had been convinced to skip a few hours at the lab to join in; it remained to be seen if the scatterbrained genius would actually remember it. But since it involved Chachamaru's well-being, Haruna was reasonably sure she'd come.

At the end, only Satsuki and Zazie remained there.

The cook asked Zazie whether she wanted anything else tonight.

She nodded. "Actually, I'd like to stay with you tonight."

That was a surprising request. Was she sure?

Another nod. "Mana won't be coming out tonight. I feel lonely."

Satsuki lowered her gaze. She understood how that could be. Ever since Chao had left, she had felt just as lonely, if not more. She still had an empty bunk left at home ...

Zazie bowed. "Thank you."

Satsuki smiled again, and suggested that they go. Then she reached over to grab Zazie's thin, cold hand in her small, chubby and warm one. Zazie, never being used to any sort of human touch, made a very brief jerking motion for a moment, but her expression softened as she walked out with Yotsuba.

It felt good. Very good.

The cook sighed as she left for the bathroom, cleaning herself, then washing her face and toweling it off carefully. She walked back into the bedroom, finding it shrouded by darkness already. Vaguely, she could make Zazie's prone figure on the bunk above, wrapped by blankets up to her neck, her back turned on her.

Somehow, it all made Satsuki a little sad. She knew she never should have expected any conversation from Rainyday-san, and yet, having her there only to be all but ignored by her only added to her recent discomfort.

Then again, it was not for her to pressure anyone into doing anything. The short plump girl simply breathed out and slid into her own bunk, pulling her blankets up and trying to close her eyes. But for some reason, she couldn't even do that. No matter how she relaxed, sleep wasn't coming to her.

She was satisfied with her lot in life. She was well loved and respected, and she loved and respected everyone around her in turn. She was well placed economically, and Chao had left her with her own small fortune on top of all that. Of course, then again, material belongings never mattered much for her. She was happy with just her restaurant and her friends, and the warm joy of making them happy.

But were they happy? It didn't look that way anymore.

And that, in turn, made her own happiness impossible.

She made a soft and vague sound and rolled around, burying her face into her pillow. The new position eased her to some degree, as she seemed to be slightly more sleepy now. Her eyelids went down, and a dreamlike state began to claim her.

But then something made her tense up, poking her right flank softly, but in a definitely noticeable way. The chef looked aside to see Zazie had just snuggled next to her, resting her chin on her back. And completely naked.

"I always sleep naked," the performer whispered.

Well, not like Yotsuba really objected to that, but still, she decided to politely ask why she'd snuck into her bed.

"I feel alone."

Oh, of course. That was why she was there in the first place, after all. She asked forgiveness for asking such a question.

Zazie nodded and absently wrapped her thin arms around Satsuki's wide midsection. Yotsuba tried to ignore the odd new sensations the contact of that tender naked skin brushing against her pajama tops was giving her, but once again, she couldn't close her eyes. She just couldn't.

After eternal moments of unnerving silence, the calmed voice spoke again.

"You fee alone too, don't you?"

Of course not. She had everyone's company and love, didn't she? She was happy with it, and everyone knew it.

"That's a lie," Zazie disagreed.

Yotsuba was normally too kind to vocally disagree with anyone, but then again, no one else had ever really disagreed with her before, either. So she felt like asking why.

"Your heart longs for more."

Satsuki shook her head. No, that couldn't be ...

Zazie placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

She uneasily asked Zazie not to do that.

"Okay." She withdrew her mouth, and Satsuki blinked at how easy it had been.

Well, fine. That was what she had wanted.

A few minutes of waking silence passed.

Finally, the cook turned around to look into those deep golden eyes. She fought the wetness quickly coming to her own eyes.

"You told me to stop."

Of course she had. Sex without love could never bring anything but pain. She should know. After that time ...

Zazie reached over and gently caressed her unbound dark hair.

"But I can love you like she couldn't. Not forever, maybe. But for now."

But ... why would she?

"I like your silence."

Well, yes, that might have that in common.

Zazie's expression remained the same as her hands unbuttoned Satsuki's top skillfully. She pulled it off her torso, then began to work on the brassiere, quickly freeing her plump pale breasts. The shorter girl shuddered barely making any sound. She never had known how to fight, and she wasn't going to start now.

Especially not now that Zazie had started to place feathery kisses all over her nipples and areolas even as her hands tugged Satsuki's pants down, the chef trying to help with clumsy motions of her wide hips. Soon the pants were tossed off the bed, and Zazie lowered her head down, yanking the white panties away with unusually sharp teeth, before holding Satsuki's short legs apart and diving her mouth into her womanhood, licking all over the sparse pubic hair, and then slinking her raspy hot tongue into her vaginal tunnel, elicting a long moan from the pale cook.

Zazie-san ...

"Not like that," she spoke, never stopping licking.

Zazie-chan ...

"Better."

Zazie started plunging her own fingers into herself as her mouth continued working on Satsuki, her breath coming in and out in short, muted and muffled pants. Satsuki ran her fingers through Zazie's white hair, directing her head's motions to her liking, the moans growing louder as they came outof her mouth. She had begun gringing her crotch into Zazie's face, enjoying it in earnest. It wasn't as good as cooking, but almost. Almost.

It was a different kind of love. And she liked it.

The next day, Haruna, Hakase and Ku Fei stood before the closed doors of the Chao Bao Zi.

"Will Open Tomorrow," Ku read the somewhat hastily written note pinned on the door. "Well, this is a first. You think she's feeling ill? She looked kinda ... sad yesterday."

"If she says she's opening tomorrow, she's opening tomorrow," Hakase shrugged, motioning for the others to follow. "Come with me; the Research Institute's cafeteria is not that bad. We can discuss Saotome-san's intended topics there ..."

Meanwhile, behind the counter, naked and lean dark skin humped naked and plump white skin over and over again, both bodies slick with sweat.

Satsuki moaned in ecstasy again.

Both of them were, actually, were getting more vocal now.

NEXT: Tsukuyomi.
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