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Darkenning talking again here:

Standard issue disclaimer: Akamatsu Ken created and owns Negima. I am not him. This is a parody, protected speech. Thanks to my cowriters and the reviewers.

We made it to the end of the second arc. Now for the big finish.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 21: Tsukuyomi

"So let me see if I have an accurate grasp of this entire situation," Ayaka began, sitting on the opposite side of the kotatsu from Negi and Asuna. Arika was seated at the corner. "Asuna-san is your daughter, Arika-sama. And I am, as I have recently learned, the daughter of Negi-sensei's father, the Thousand Master. As is Chisame-san.

"Because of this blood connection, Evangeline-san has taken an interest in myself and Chisame-san, in hopes of using us to end some sort of curse that keeps her bound to this school. Further, Nodoka-san is attempting to travel to the magical world in order to kidnap Yue-san, and enlisted Evangeline-san's aid in doing so, using these events as a distraction to prevent anyone from stopping her.

"Unrelated to all of this, Arika-sama, you have been encouraging and training Asuna-san and Negi-sensei in erotic arts, encouraging them to form a sexual relationship despite the taboo of their status as half-siblings. You are also intimate with the two of them. And have, as a group, also enjoyed the company of Konoka-san, Setsuna-san, and Yuna-san, as well as their respective fathers. Have I left anything out?"

"No, I think you've got it all," Arika said. Asuna was looking off to the side, fully expecting a classic Iincho outburst. Negi just looked scared.

"Well, then. I have a question, and I hope you will do me the favor of answering it, Arika-sama," Ayaka said calmly.

"Ask," Arika bade her.

"Is Nekane-san also one of Nagi-san's offspring?"

"Eh?" asked Negi, eyes going wide. Asuna's head whipped around to look at Ayaka. That wasn't the question she'd been expecting at all. The words 'have you quite lost your minds' had been much more prominent in her imagination.

"It is possible," Arika allowed. "She is ostensibly the daughter of Nagi's older brother, Seoman, and her mother was actually a childhood friend of them both. He once confessed to me that he had cuckolded his brother, shortly after Seoman's marriage, and Nekane was born around nine months after that. When all of this happened, though, there were no tests to prove or disprove such matters, at least not in the mountains of Wales."

Negi felt stunned. Nekane-oneechan might actually be his real sister, not just a cousin!

"I see," said Ayaka, then picked up the tea cup in front of her and sipped from it.

"You see," said Asuna after a moment.

"Yes, I see," replied Ayaka.

"Have you quite lost your mind?" Asuna said. "No commentary about how I'm a complete and utter hypocrite for taunting you all those times about being a shotacon when I'm having sex with a ten year old boy?"

"I'm eleven," interjected Negi.

"Twelve, technically," noted Arika mildly.

"No snippy remarks about how I've ventured beyond the moral event horizon by having sex with my brother?" Asuna continued as though she hadn't been interrupted. "What's the matter, Iincho, you used to be a lot meaner!"

"Perhaps that's so," Ayaka allowed. "However, for me to insult you on that ground would be the hypocrisy you spoke of, since I have also violated that taboo, recently by offering ... comfort to Chisame-san, and somewhat less recently when Chizuru and I offered similar comfort to Nekane-san. Whether she is my cousin or half-sister is not, I think, actually pertinent. I asked solely to clarify matters."

She finished her tea, lowered it and said, "I want in."

Evangeline had been as good as her word, Nodoka decided as she made her way along the river. The warning that Chamo brought to Negi would come just late enough that even if he started pursuing her immediately, rather than going to the rescue of Chisame and Ayaka, he'd only have caught up with her now. And since he hadn't, he wasn't going to, and she was in sight of the cave entrance the vampire had told her about. It was too late.

She felt herself wishing that it wasn't, and throttled the feeling.

Less easily banished thoughts had her wondering, why Ayaka? Surely Ako would have been a better target, and wouldn't have required her to put Chizuru in danger too. But Evangeline had been insistent, and Nodoka supposed that it didn't really matter why the vampire had wanted what she wanted. Demons didn't wonder about those sorts of things. Probably.

And now here she was descending into the Underworld. "How Campbellian," she muttered as she walked into the mouth of the cave.

She wasn't sure what to expect. Surely, there wouldn't be any large structures like the gateport in Wales or the one in the ruins of Ostia, which were the only ones she'd ever seen. This was supposedly a small gate used by smugglers to bring things from Mundus Vetus to Mundus Magicus. It needed to operate below the awareness of authorities on both sides, and so -

And so, she realized quite suddenly, she could almost blink and miss the point where she lifted up a foot in one world and set it down again in another. Still, there were clues. She'd been marching forward into darkness, and now the cave instead lead towards a faint, flickering light. Very subtle spell!

Eventually, she emerged into a world lit by torches. It was night, in this part of Mundus Magicus at the moment, and she was coming out of the side of a hill into a market of some sort. All around her were stalls where she could see vendors hawking a variety of goods. The scent of torchsmoke filled the air, making her gag just a little.

"Ker-hem," said a voice to her left. She turned to see a man shorter than she was, grossly fat with a bushy beard and a pair of thick glasses, seated at a table just outside the passageway leading into the hill. "Welcome to the Goblin Market," he said in a surprisingly deep voice. "Aaaand who might you be?"

"I'm, well, I'm nobody, much," Nodoka said, correctly suspecting that this fellow was some sort of authority. "I'm just passing through."

"I see. You're just passing through a gate between worlds that doesn't officially exist. Have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair that was on the other side of the table; as he did so, he pulled out a bottle of dark liquid, set it down to produce two glasses, and started pouring the contents of the bottle into one of them. "And we'll have a drink."

"I'm not really thirsty, thank you, and I've actually got to be going," Nodoka explained, starting to back away.

The small man was still smiling. "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot. Yes, I suspect that you're mistaking my friendly and avuncular manner for actual friendliness, and misinterpreting my instructions as polite requests. Now sit down or I'll use the blasting rod I'm holding under the table to put holes in you."

Nodoka sighed in relief. Threats, she could handle. "What's your name?" she asked.

"uh?" he answered.

She nodded, then pitched her voice to carry. "If there's a Julyan Norrich within the sound of my voice, then you should know that Mr. MacTavish, here, has been having sex with your wife. Repeatedly. And pretty much everyone here should know that -"

"You!" Mr. MacTavish shouted, pulled up the blasting rod and fired.

Nodoka knew he was going to do so a half-second before he did, and dropped out of the lightning bolt's narrow path, feeling profoundly grateful he wasn't using a fireball gun. She continued speaking in the same loud voice. "- that he's been charging twice the rent the people who own this land pay him to collect from your shops, and pocketing the difference."

That got their attention. (Nodoka wasn't to know that Julyan Norrich was presently enjoying the attentions of his brother-in-law and couldn't care less what his wife did.) As the mob surrounded MacTavish and began to express their dissatisfaction with his gouging by returning the favor, Nodoka quickly backed away and started for the outskirts of the market.

"That was nicely done," said a voice as she passed by an alley between two booths.

"Thank -" said Nodoka, who was a polite girl, and turned to see who was congratulating her. "- you," she finished weakly when she realized who it was.

"Is it not amazing, the places in which old friends meet?" Tsukuyomi asked sweetly as she slowly drew her sword.

Sagisawa Yohko, head nurse for all of Mahora Academy, was more than familiar with students and faculty coming into her office with injuries they didn't want to talk about. Not a mage herself, nor even a ministra, she was all too familiar with the habits of those who were. Often she found herself wishing that people who could violate the laws of physics actually acted like storybook wizards and spent most of their time holed up in remote towers contemplating how to do so.

So it was a bit of a surprise when, after her pro forma question about what happened, Naba-san wearily answered her by saying, "I attempted to commit suicide by vampire loita and failed." It was the sort of answer that faintly cried out for elaboration, but from the look of the girl's face, Yohko wasn't going to get one. Pity, it was probably an interesting story.

"All right, from the looks of things, you've got fractures in all five metacarpals of your hand," Yohko explained. "So we're going to have to put you in a cast."

"The children will enjoy signing it, I'm sure," Chizuru said indifferently.

"That's a good attitude to take. I'll go get the plaster. Nice job bringing her in, Konoe, Sakurazaki," she added to the two students who'd done so, then left for the moment.

"Does it hurt?" Konoka asked hesitantly. "I can probably -"

"It's fine. The pain keeps me from thinking about how much it sucks that my girlfriend is probably cheating on me even now," Chizuru said. "Not to mention probably engaging in unnatural love."

Konoka blushed brightly, while Setsuna turned and coughed. "Well, I mean, you don't know that's going to happen. It might not," Setsuna said weakly, even though she was fairly sure that she was lying.

"It doesn't matter, really," Chizuru replied, dismissively. "Ever since the very first time I saw the two of them together, I knew that they were meant for each other, and that sooner or later I'd have to bow out. Nobody can make Ayaka so ... lively ... as Asuna-san does. No one." She closed her eyes.

"Maybe ... maybe you could ..." Konoka started to suggest.

"No," Chizuru answered, her eyes still closed. "I am monogamous. One lover at a time, thank you. Recent experiences have only convinced me of that. And even if I wasn't, there are certain things which I could never tolerate in a relationship. And ... unnatural love ... is one of them." One eye slid open. "Not that I'm judging the two of you, mind."

Konoka gaped. "You know?" she asked faintly.

"Please," the motherly girl replied, eye sliding closed again. "You two are obviously sisters. It's as plain as the noses on your face. And anyway -"

"Cough, cough, cough," said a voice from the hallway. A moment later, Yohko walked in carrying plaster and bandages for the cast. "All right, let's get down to the business of healing. Thank you, girls, you should go now."

"Yes," said Konoka, practically luminescent. "Let's go, Secchan."

"Mm-hm," Setsuna replied, tight-lipped.

Chizuru noted the absence of an 'oujousama' there, but it really wasn't any of her business, was it?

Neither Negi nor Ayaka had ever seen each other naked before. Admittedly, Ayaka's swimsuits had often left little to the imagination, and she wasn't that different from Asuna, Konoka, Setsuna or Yuna. Or his mother. Indeed, she was very much like his mother, only not as ... motherly.

For her part, Ayaka couldn't take her eyes off Negi's ... boyhood, she decided, unable to use the term that Arika insisted upon, but recognizing that manhood wasn't right either. She had never actually seen one, circumcised or otherwise, and so wasn't really sure what she was looking at, as he sat on the bottom bunk and the three of them knelt naked on the floor in front of him. But it was very, very cute.

"Is it bigger or smaller than you were expecting?" asked Asuna, getting tired of Ayaka's wide-eyed expression.

"Yes," Ayaka answered without breaking her gaze. "Negi-sensei, can I please kiss you?"

"Ummm ... only if you promise not to call me sensei while we're doing this," Negi replied, only half-joking.

"So that's a yes?" As he nodded, she swooped down to take his boyhood in her mouth.

"Uh, kissing, you said?" Asuna objected.

"This is kissing," Ayaka replied as she came up for air. "See my lips puckered? Kissing. Never said which part I'd kiss. Monkeys get this." She punctuated her words with licks of the tumescent organ, taking it back in when she was done.

"Oh yeah? Well, this is what I call kissing," Asuna replied as she surged up from the floor to press her lips Negi's and rub her breasts against his upper torso. He responded passionately, reaching up to run his hands through her hair.

Ayaka would have ground her teeth, except that she knew to do so would do Negi harm.

"Now, ladies, there's much to be said for both your perspectives," Arika said, concilliatingly, as her own hand moved through Ayaka's hair and caressed down her spine, making her quiver. "Much to be said for both kinds of kissing. You already know that, don't you, Ayaka?" She took hold of the hair and slowly, gently pulled her head back, so as to demonstrate this by kissing Ayaka's mouth.

Ayaka promptly kissed back, and for a few moments their tongues battled back and forth like tiny gladiators. One of Ayaka's hands, the one that didn't keep caressing Negi's genitalia, reached up to grope one of Arika's large breasts, thumb circling the wine-colored areola and pinching the nipple. Arika's own hands curved around Ayaka's firm buttocks, squeezing them.

"Mnmmm," Arika sighed with pleasure. "Yes, you have done this before."

"Didn't I say so? Chizuru and I have been together since I was twelve. And I made the first move," Ayaka said, not being married to the notion of truth.

Arika smiled. Not a natural, like Setsuna, but an experienced lover all the same. She yearned to experience her husband's daughter for herself, but her responsibilities as a mother came first. "Asuna," she said liltingly. "Come down here, please."

Asuna guessed where this was going and blanched even as she pulled back from Negi's hungry lips. "Oh, no," she muttered. "You've got to be -"

"Now, dear." Despite the cheerful, musical tone, it was an unmistakable command, and Asuna followed it, coming back down to the floor as Negi struggled to get back up.

"All right," said Arika, and now her tone wasn't musical at all. "You two have been fighting for a very long time, and if you were honest, you'd admit to fighting mostly because you like it rather than due to any grudge. I am not saying that you can't fight any more, but if you are both going to be part of my son's harem, you cannot be fighting when you're in our bedroom. So since we all know that this hostility is a cover for something else, let's get that something else out in the open, once and for all. Start kissing."

Asuna and Ayaka looked at each other out of the corner of their respective eyes. Each slowly turned to face the other. "This doesn't mean we're friends, right?" they chorused, then nodded. And then Ayaka lunged forward to kiss Asuna passionately, Asuna's hands coming up to wrap around Ayaka's shoulders.

"The rest should be easy," Arika mused as she crawled up into bed with Negi, kissing him deeply and rubbing his cock with the hand that wasn't gently carressing his buttocks.

"Uh, I'm still a little unsure about this harem notion," Negi said weakly, not quite carried away by how his mother made him feel. He'd had a chance to build up resistance. "I don't think that a proper English gentleman should -"

"But Negi, you are not only a proper English gentleman," Arika said persuasively. "You are also an Ostian of the highest order of nobility, and it is entirely in keeping with that status for you to have a harem." Very few Ostians, even among the royalty of that land, had ever chosen to have a harem. They could have if they'd been minded to do so, though. "You do not want to reject your maternal heritage, do you, my son?" Her grip tightened, and one finger gently probed his anus.

"Uhhhh," he said authoritatively.

Meanwhile, Asuna and Ayaka continued to kiss each other, moving back and forth as they pressed up against each other like a pair of wrestlers. Hands groped and pinched at toned muscles and fleshy parts. And then two of Ayaka's fingers slid down Asuna's lower belly and headed up in a different direction, making Asuna's eyes go wide and her mouth make a "yerg!" sound.

"What?" asked the blonde, pulling back from their frantic mutual osculation. "Don't act like you've never been touched before!"

"Not by a girl, not like that!" Asuna retorted, returning the favor and going one better before slamming their lips together again, noting with satisfaction a quite similar "yerg!" sound coming from Ayaka's mouth as she did. It wasn't easy, but she developed a vague plan of doing what she did when she masturbated, only backwards and to someone else.

Getting the thumb up to where it was supposed to be was trickly, but from the gasping that Ayaka did in response, it was also pretty clearly worth it. Not so self-satisfied now, are yaaaah, Asuna thought as Ayaka brought her whole other hand over to caress Asuna's pearl of great price while the fingers of the original hand moved through the gates of Venus. It felt great.

So naturally, Ayaka being Ayaka, she had to spoil the moment. "Wait, I thought you said you'd been with all those girls, so how -" she asked, breaking the kiss.

"I really don't want to talk about my sexual history, Iincho, both because this isn't the time or place -" Asuna replied, through gasps of great pleasure, Her other hand curved around Ayaka's backside to tease at the hole in her butt.

"Ngh, if you're going to do that, at this time and place, you could at least use my name!" Ayaka interrupted.

"- and because! I! Don't! Like! You!" And to prove it she pushed forward, slamming their mouths together, trying her heart out to reach Ayaka's tonsils with her tongue and knocking her back so that she was almost on the ground, only held up by Ayaka's other arm.

And then, once again, she felt the world go all crystalline around her as all of her senses went into overdrive and a low scream bubbled up out of her stomach and a part of her mind felt Ayaka growing tense and taut too and wondered what had just happened to the fingers she had up in her eternal rival to make them get so wet and .. and ...

"Oh," Asuna said, dazedly. "I think I just had an orgasm."

"You think?" Ayaka asked, equally out of breath.

"Only ever happened with Negi," Asuna admitted. Then blinked. "Um, but of course, it's not the same. Not, not even close to it."

"Oh, really," said Arika. When the encounter between the two girls had begun to heat up, she'd come down to the floor with Negi wrapped up in her arms, to get a better look. "I think we should test that theory. Negi, you will perform cunnilingus on Asuna, alternating with Ayaka as she does so as well, and we will see whether she can determine the differences between the orgasms you each induce in her. Are you up to this challenge, Ayaka?"

"Indeed," Ayaka replied, eyes narrowed as she pushed a stunned looking Ayaka backwards so that her back lay on the floor, then dove between her legs.

"Uh, I think this experiment's methodology is a little unorthodox," Negi noted. "Wouldn't it make more sense for -"

"Negi," Arika said warningly.

"Yes, ma'am," Negi replied as he went down to accompany Ayaka.

Nodoka had never actually come face-to-face with the pscyhopathic mercenary before this, but there was no mistaking her. Likewise, she recognized the sword she was drawing - the notorious Hina Sword - though there was a scroll with unfamiliar characters wrapped in a knot around the point where the hilt met the blade.

"I don't have any quarrel with you," Nodoka said to Tsukuyomi. "You, you've obviously escaped, and you want to use the Goblin Market's portal to get back to Earth, right? Well, thinking about it, um, I wouldn't be using that portal myself if I wanted official attention, right? So, so, so, there's no way that I would ever report you!"

"Hm. Those are excellent points, and you should be commended for thinking of them when you're scared out of your wits," Tsukuyomi said warmly. "Of course, the problem is that I suspect that you'd feel obligated, despite the situation, to do something about my mission to kill your friend Asuna-han."

Asuna? Despite everything, Tsukuyomi was right. If it had been Chisame, or even Ayaka or Makie, she might not have been, but Asuna, despite being closer to Negi than anyone, was too sweet to really hate. She was everything Nodoka wished she could be, the sort of person who'd inspired her to make her feelings known all those months ago.

Okay. There was going to be a fight. Time to level the playing field.

"But, but I didn't even know that until you said it," Nodoka protested.

"Oh, that's right! Such a blabbermouth, me. But I'm surprised, too," Tsukuyomi said with the air of one revealing a confidence. "I thought you could read minds, and surely that would have tipped you off."

"But I can only read someone's mind if I know their name, and all I know is, is what you let people call you, not WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" she abruptly shouted, finger outstretched.

In Nodoka's mind's eye, the pages of the Diarium Ejus took form. The picture was a crudely drawn representation of Tsukuyomi, smiling sweetly, with the words, "Private Diary of Arika Godel" written beside her. Then the words, Things to Do Today, above an endless parade of blue ink that spelled out KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL ...

Tsukuyomi simply regarded her with a lazy smile, head tilted to one side as Nodoka's face drained of all blood. "Not so much fun, being inside my mind, is it? I like it here just fine, though. Tee hee. Now where was I? Oh, yes, I was about to get started on my list of things to do today." And her sword swept up.

"So what was he like, anyway?" Chisame asked wearily.

They'd decided not to take chances that the purification hadn't worked, and so over her own protests, she'd been sent off to spend the night at Mana's with her and the gigantic idiot. The theory was that if she did turn into a vampiric slave, they'd be the best equipped to deal with her. Chisame still wanted an explanation for what was meant by that. It sounded a little dire.

Right now, though, she was sitting on the bottom bunk (Setsuna's bed, she guessed; she wondered where Setsuna was going to sleep tonight, and then laughed inwardly at the absurd question) looking at Rakan was seated on the floor in front of her. For her part, Mana was over at the room's desk, working on an after-action report. (What action? She hadn't done anything except stand around and look cool!)

"You mean Nagi?" Rakan asked.

"No, I'm talking about Juan Carlos, King of Spain," Chisame replied. "Yes, Nagi! I'm still getting used to the idea that he's my father, and I don't ... all I know is what Negi's told me about him, and what he looked like when that Albireo guy did that thing during the tournament, and ... and the way Negi's mother said I was like him." That was said in a low mutter.

Rakan considered her speculatively. "Nah, I don't see it," he said, shaking his head. "Other the bad temper, the constant stream of sarcasm, and the tendency to punch people who annoy you even though you really like them, you're nothing alike."

Chisame heard a snort coming from Mana's desk, but restrained herself from turning her glare of death in the biathlete's direction. It wouldn't have worked, anyway. "Lots of people have those qualities," she said through clenched teeth.

"Oh, qualities!" Rakan said, grinning broadly. "You want to know about qualities? Well, I'm sorry, Glasses, but I haven't really known you long enough to get a handle on your qualities."

"You want me to hit you, don't you?" Chisame asked, twitching.

"Kinda feels like a kiss when you do. Anyway, I do know about Nagi's qualities," Rakan continued, completely ignoring the bright red blush on Chisame's face. "He was a genius, but completely different from the kid. Negi's all complicated plans, and trump cards, and fallback positions, and stuff that makes my head hurt even thinking about it. Nagi ... improvised. Everything. He'd throw himself into situations, never doubting for a second that he could always figure out how to get out of them, that the universe was just going to give him what he needed to pull it off."

"That sounds more like luck than genius," Chisame said.

"There's all kinds of luck," Rakan allowed. "His was the kind that came out of seeing everything around him, and having seen it, immediately thinking of ways to exploit it for his own benefit. I guess this is why he finally dropped out of wizard school. I mean, sure, he spun it like, 'they didn't have anything to teach me,' but I really think that the truth is, he spent the whole time he was there thinking of better ways to do the stuff they were teaching him, so much so that he didn't really learn the basics. I can see him in the back of class, listening to the other students jabbering about the assignment, and thinking they're all a bunch of idiots.

"Something wrong?"

"No," lied Chisame.

"Hm. Well, anyway, like I said, he finally dropped out of magic school and went off to have all these wild adventures. And I don't think even he realized how much of a chip on his shoulder he had about it. I mean, I don't bring up how I used to be a slave every time I do anything cool, right? But he'd pull that 'Master of a Thousand Spells, even though I dropped out of magic school thing' out every chance he got. I think ... I think that he thought that if he showed everybody in our world how cool he was, it wouldn't matter so much that he was just a screw-up back home."

Chisame found herself shivering, and ordered herself to stop. The order was ignored.

"And the funny thing is ... in the end, he didn't like it all that much. That day, when we thought we'd won, we'd saved the world, I was looking at him ... and I've never seen someone who should be so damn happy, who looked like he had so much of the taste of ashes in his mouth. Like he was wondering, is this it? Is this what it was all for? And that's why he went off and did quieter stuff, afterwards. Because what he'd thought he wanted ... wasn't all that great."

She could see herself, exulting in her domination of the World Wide Web, laughing maniacally ... and realizing how hollow the victory was. Why wouldn't the tears stop when she wanted them to?

"So I guess maybe you can see some similarities, now?" Rakan asked, in a voice that was almost gentle.

"Too many," Chisame admitted, burying her face in her hands.

"Hey. Gla- Chisame. There's worse things than being like a damn cool guy like Nagi, you know? Think about it - you could be like Albireo. Admittedly, that would take some doing."

"Or you could be like a lecherous idiot mercenary," Mana noted, not looking up from her papers.

"Yeah, like whoever she's talking about," Rakan agreed.

That earned him a glare.

"And anyway, nobody's ever really just like their parents," Rakan said. "There's lotsa differences. You're cuter, for one."

Chisame pulled off her glasses and wiped her eyes.

"Much cuter!"

That earned him a pair of glares, but Chisame broke off hers to laugh a little. "You loved him, didn't you?" she asked when she was done.

Rakan coughed, hemmed, hawed ... then shrugged. "Eh, why not. Yeah, little bit. Not as much as Al, and I don't think even Al ever got anywhere on that front. Not that I asked. But ... yeah. It would've been cool."

Chisame leaned back, smiling faintly. "I don't know whether it's all the sex I've been having lately, or maybe the start of turning into a vampire ... but I'm staring to find this bunk a little lonely."

Rakan stared, boggling just a little. "Huh," he said. "Interesting offer. Probably the best come on I've been given in a while. You sure about this? I'm not the hugs and kisses type."

"Neither's Eva," Chisame replied. "I'm good with it."

"Okay, you were warned," the Hero of a Thousand Faces said as he started to pull of his jacket.

"Oh, come on, you're going to do it right in front of me?" Mana said, turning to look in amazement.

"So don't watch," they chorused.

"You're cleaning the sheets before Setsuna gets back, y'hear me!" Mana said as she turned her back to them. She tried to ignore the noise. It should have been easy. 108 sisters, none of whom liked men; they made a lot of noise. She knew how to tune stuff out.

She couldn't tune this out. Particularly the sudden hiss of breath and pain that Chisame gave, early on in the proceedings.

"Cripes, girl, I thought you said -"

"I didn't know it wasn't broken, is this a problem?"

"Hell, no. But it is a little awkward ... um, roll over. It'll be easier on you."

"Also you."

"Well, yes."

And then they didn't say anything more for quite some time, just the sound of flesh on flesh, faint cries of exertion and pleasure, the ectasy of friction. And Mana couldn't tune it out. Finally, hoping that they'd be too distracted to notice, she slid a hand down into her boxers and began to caress herself to the sounds of Chisame's lovemaking. Only those sounds. She wasn't paying any attention to the grunts and odd intimacies that came out of Rakan's mouth.

"Um ... there?" Chisame asked. "You normally do that on the first date?"

"I don't date, Glasses."

"Me neither ... okay, go ahhhhhhhhh."

By now, the boxers were around her ankles, and her tanktop's hem up across her breastbone. Mana's teeth were clenched as she sought her own release. Chisame's gasps were growing longer and higher in pitch, building and building and then -

"Negi!"

Oh, you stupid bitch, Mana thought.

"Oh, shit," said the same voice, much quieter.

"Hey. Hey, it's okay. I ain't nearly as dumb as everyone thinks, right? So I knew. It's gonna be okay, Chisame. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it is. You just go on, right?"

No response.

"Okay. Sleep, then."

A little while passed, and then Rakan spoke up. "You must really like your paperwork."

There was no more humiliation left. She stood up, pulled the top off completely, looked right at him and allowed her demonic nature out. "If we do this, we do this full on mazoku-style. Hold nothing back, I will be trying to harm you." He was, she noted with a professional glance, still quite ready. That was good.

"What changed your mind?" he asked simply.

"You comforted her," Mana answered him. "That's not what the man my sisters told me about would do."

"Can we be quiet?" he asked, glancing sideways at Chisame's slumbering form.

"The stories say any woman Jack Rakan satisifies sleeps for a full day, though battles rage around her," she taunted. "Do the stories grow in the telling?"

He stood up. "The stories condense," he said, and came at her.

Asuna hated to admit when she was wrong. But the fact was, the orgasms that Negi had given her and the ones that Ayaka had given her were identical in all respects. She clutched to the belief that Ayaka somehow managed to penetrate her (she had vague notions of how that might work) it wouldn't be nearly as good as what Negi did with natural ability, but she wasn't about to raise the issue. She was having trouble raising her head, actually.

"Selfish monkey girl, taking all of that," Ayaka said, kneeling near her head and bending down to kiss her, giving her a taste of her own essence. "I ought to make you give a little."

"Perhaps later, Ayaka," said Arika's voice, from further down Asuna's body.

Wait. If Ayaka was up here, then ... Asuna found the strength to lift her head and look down.

Arika was on hands and knees, with Negi pounding away behind her, leaning forward with her head between Asuna's thighs. Eyebrow raised, she met her daughter's gaze. "Well? Do you accept me?" A faint smile tilted her lips. "What's it gonna be, girl, yes or no?"

It was a challenge. Asuna knew what she did with challenges. She lifted up her hands, grabbed ahold of Arika's hair and pushed the woman's face down into her core, and almost immediately gasped in yet another stunning orgasm. As she did so, Ayaka bent down to force her breast into Asuna's mouth. She didn't have to force her very much.

It came to Asuna, then, that she was sucking the breast of her worst rival while her long-lost mother performed oral sex on her and the little brother she adored more than anything had sex with the older woman.

It was sick. It was wrong.

It was amazing.

Arika smiled as she licked and fingered her daughter's beautiful, almost hairless cunt. There were only a few things that were as good as introducing an almost inexperienced girl to the joys of sex with women. One of them, of course, was introducing a completely inexpeienced girl to the joys of sex, period. (She should really see about bringing Theodora in on this.) Another was sex with multiple men, especially if they weren't shy around each other. (Rakan and Eishun, together on her. Oh, what a delicious thought.) And of course, the death of an enemy at one's hands after a long struggle.

Only one thing was better than all of this, though, and no matter how much joy she felt as Negi drove his little cock into her, she mourned the fact that Nagi wasn't here for all of this. She was almost angry at him that it wasn't happening. The thought of sharing her daughter and his daughter with him, of having him at the same time (and possibly in the same hole) as their son ... oh, it must happen, it must. But this was still very pleasant, and from the rapidity of the strokes, Negi was finally about to -

Wait. Where had Negi gone?

She paused in her cunnilingus to look behind her and felt her eyes widen as she saw that Ayaka had pulled Negi out of and off of her and was now frenetically riding him, facing away from her.

"You like this, don't you, Negi," Ayaka asked, between gasps. "You like to be with your oneesan."

"Yes, yes," Negi agreed. Honestly, at this point, he was agreeing to everything on general principle.

Arika knew several ways to break someone's neck from behind. She only needed one as she pushed herself up and began to slowly move towards Ayaka with hands outstretched -

Asuna objected, grabbed hold of her and wrestled her back to the floor. She hadn't fully appreciated how strong Asuna was, as they grappled and ground together, bringing a different sort of pleasure to them both.

Ayaka, not realizing her narrow escape, continued to lever herself up and down on Negi's boyhood. "Say it. Say you like to be with your oneesan. Sayyyy it!"

"I l-like to be with, with my oneeeesan!" Negi complied.

"And your oneesan is so happy to be with you!" Ayaka cried, achieiving climax both physically and emotionally. "Oneesan wanted to be with you soooo much! Oneesan is so happy happy happy! Give oneesan happy! Give it!" She was babbling at this point. It didn't matter much as Negi achieved his own climax and spilled his seed into her.

"Oneesan loves otouto," Ayaka said, weeping, as she cradled Negi against her breasts.

The psychotic was toying with her, Nodoka knew. She couldn't read her mind, beyond that unending litany of murder, sometimes interspersed with occasional obscenities, so she couldn't anticipate her actions. She was quick, with the physical reinforcement magic she'd picked up as an adventurer, but she shouldn't be able to get out of the way of that terrible swift sword every single time. And she had been.

So Tsukuyomi was deliberatesly missing her, and Nodoka knew that she wanted her to know this. It was a game. But the never-ending blue ink told her frankly that how the game was supposed to end. When Tsukuyomi (Godel-san's daughter! a part of her mind that wasn't completely terrified managed to recall) grew tired of the game, then it would end that way. And then -

Her back slammed into a wooden wall.

"Oh, dear," said Tsukuyomi. "No more room to back up. Now, you could go right -"

And the tip of the sword carved into the wood to her right.

"- or left -"

Into the wood to her left this time.

"- but you know, I don't think either of those are gonna work out too well for you. So really, there's only one place left to go. A very narrow road, but one well-travelled. Buh-bye!" And the sword came up, and Nodoka knew where it was going to go when it came down. There was a whistling in her ears, and time was slowing down. She knew that meant it was over, all over. Her mind was struggling to hold on to every last paltry second. She chose her last word well.

"Yue," she said.

And a knight in shining armor on a broomstick dropped out of the air between them, sweeping up a buckler to block the sword as it descended. The buckler deformed under the blow, but that just held the sword in place further as the sollerets covering the knights boot, as hard as the gauntlets that covered the hands, swung up to strike Tsukuyomi in the stomach, sending her tumbling back without the sword.

A quarter turn, and Nodoka could see the broad forehead beneath the knight's helm.

"You called?" said Yue Farandole.

"Why do you awful girls insist on thwarting me!" Tsukuyomi shrieked.

"Are you still mad at me?" Ayaka asked hesitantly as she sat beside Arika on the bottom bunk, both still quite naked.

Arika finished rehydrating from a bottled water. "I'd prefer not to talk about that, if it's all the same to you," she said, somewhat brusquely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that Negi had never -" Ayaka started to apologize.

"Or that. Rather not talk about that, either."

"All right. I am curious about Asuna's father," Ayaka said. "I mean, I know -"

"Do you really want to know the details of what my father did to me?" Arika asked calmly. "I will tell you. They will not be pleasant."

"No, no. I'm sorry, I'm not being clear," Ayaka said, waving a hand in negation. "What I wanted to ask was ... that forelock, in Asuna's hair ... did your father have one like it?"

Up on the top bunk, Negi and Asuna were spooning, with Negi in front, of course. "So, I think we learned a very valuable lesson today," Negi opined wearily.

"'I enjoy sex with girls as much as I do with Negi,'" Asuna mused. "Probably not going on anyone's lesson plan any time soon."

"Well, I think it's good to understand about onesel- hey, as much as I do with Negi? That's very flattering, but don't you mean sex with boys?"

"Nope," Asuna said flatly. "Oh, I admit that I do have a few fantasies about Takahata-sensei."

"Well, of course."

"And one or two about Kotaro-kun."

"Understandable."

"And Fate does have a certain undefinable charisma, doesn't he?"

"... well, um, I suppose."

"Of course, lately all these fantasies are pretty much about watching them having sex with you," Asuna explained.

"Ehhhhh?" Negi asked, eyes wider than ever.

"Kidding," Asuna sang gently. "No, I meant sex with Negi, not sex with guys. Sex with Akashi-sensei didn't do anything for me, so I don't think any of my oyaji-con ideas are worth much, really. So, I think we have a fair deal. I won't have sex with other guys, and neither will you. That's fair, right?"

"Oookay," said Negi, trying to get ideas about Fate's quote-unquote undefinable charisma out of his head. "But you're okay with me being with other girls."

"As long as I get to be. And probably, I won't want to be with many, but that's not here or there. Because there's another thing I've learned today about myself, Negi."

"What?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

She leaned down to caress his ear with her tongue, then whispered, "I love to watch you fuck."

Back below, Arika gently rested a hand on Ayaka's thigh. It's fortunate you have certain abilities relating to communication, or I wouldn't be able to do this, she telesent. I'm not very good with telepathy.

Ayaka blinked. I already suspected the existence of those abilities, but I didn't realize they extended to this, she telesent back.

The answer to your question is, yes. The answer to your implied question is, yes, I suspect that Nagi's mother, who would be Nekane's grandmother regardless of her father, and yours as well, was an Entheofushia byblow. I haven't been able to prove anything, as she died when he was six, and Stan, his father, was ... not well-disposed to either of us. And is not now available.

Not -

There are worse things than death.

Ayaka shook herself to get free of the chill those words provoked as Arika removed her hand. "Now, a question from me to you. In your experimentation with Chizuru-san, did you ever encounter the concept of fisting?"

"No, I can't say that I've ever heard of that before now."

"Oh, good," said Arika. "I like to introduce new things to people." There was a roll of thunder to accompany her words, as the storm which had been building since earlier this afternoon finally got on its way.

"Well, I'm sure that -" Whatever Ayaka was sure of was never to be known, for a cell phone began buzzing Maurice Chevalier's 'Thank Heaven for Little Girls'. "That's mine," she said, and rooted through the clothes dumped on the floor until she found it. "Hello? Oh, father. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. No, I'm quite - is it mother? Oh. I'm glad to hear it. Then what - oh. Well, certainly. I would be happy to do it. Yes, just tell him to come around to my dorm room tomorrow morning. Yes, I'll keep him out of trouble. Thank you, father. My love to mother. Goodbye."

"What did Yukihiro-sama want?" Arika asked, curiously.

"My grandfather - well, I mean, of course, the man I thought of as my grandfather - is coming around to visit the academy. He's retired from the business end of our family's affairs, but still manages a fair amount of our charitable work, and may be wanting to increase the endowment we give the Academy. So I'll be spending the next little while showing him around. Father warned me to keep him out of trouble, which I thought was a bit absurd. How much trouble could an eighty-year old man get into?"

Another loud roll of thunder.

"Going to be a stormy night," Arika mused.

Over in Haruna's room, the mangaka was curled up in bed, making plans for the next day. She wouldn't violated any confidences at the meeting tomorrow, but she could guide the conversation to the point where the others suspected what was going on. And then ... well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

There was a knock on the door. Haruna got up to answer it. On the other side were a moderately bedraggled looking Konoka and Setsuna. "Would it be all right if we -" Konoka started to ask.

"You sleep in separate beds," Haruna answered. "And not in mine," she added with a glare in Konoka's direction.

"All right," Setsuna agreed, before Konoka could say anything. Then she walked in past Haruna, leaving Konoka and Haruna to stare at each other for a long moment, before the young healer mage nodded and went in as well.

Outside, in the wind and the rain, Tsukuyomi stood watching the window of the room occupied by the woman she was supposed to kill, absently cleaning the Hina Sword's blade of its most recent victim's blood. Getting it back hadn't been easy, nor had escaping the knights come to arrest her. But it had all worked out, and here she was, right as rain, ready for the mission.

The great part of all this was that she'd probably get to kill her sempai's precious ojousama, since her employer didn't bother to specify that she should or shouldn't leave witnesses. And she'd get to test her steel against not only her sempai, but that adorable little wizard. He'd probably try to stop her, too.

Ah, what bliss.

Hm. It seemed that there were other women in there as well. A blonde girl who had a bit of arcane tracery clinging to her, but seemed relatively mundane. She dismissed her from her thoughts as once. But the other ... there was something familiar about her, but she couldn't immediately place her.

And then she came right up to the window and looked out just as lightning lit her face, and Tsukuyomi knew her.

She could never forget that face, that beloved face.

"Mommy?" she whispered.

And then a hand fell on her shoulder, but before she could swing the Hina Blade up to take it off at the wrist, it started to grip, with strength enough to tell her it could and would crush if she moved.

"So you're the one they call Tsukuyomi," said a cold, dry male voice. "You need practice in stealth, I'm afraid."

She coughed. "You have the advantage, sir. Whom have I the honor of addressing?" Her father had taught her politesse, even if she saw no real point to it. Usually.

And then she was spun around, looking up at a tall, ancient-seeming man with bone white hair with a distinctive forelock, and a pair of mismatched eyes.

"There are two possibilities," he replied to her question. "In the first, you are addressing the person who will immediately end your wicked life. In which case you have no more need to know my name than one struck down by an arrow needs to know who shot it. In the second, you are addressing your new employer, whom you will loyally serve with all the many talents at your disposal. In which case, you will call me Alladia-sama. Well?"

"Thank you for taking me in your care, Alladia-sama," she said. This ... promised to be interesting.

END PART TWO

Author's Note

... nah. I'll save it for the series finale.
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