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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.

This chapter was written by OverMaster.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 29: Fate

He stood alone on the gigantic boulder, hands in his pockets. The harsh dry breeze blew through his gray hair, dirtying it wth dust brought from the plains below.

He didn't care, of course. He welcomed the familiar caress of his favored element, ground, with something almost resembling fondness. It helped him to distract his mind from the sounds coming back from the camp.

Only one female voice, so similar to his own. He hadn't heard a single word from the other females in his life since he had sent them away, to make their own lives. Even nos, he had to reassure himself it had been for their own good. He would be a wanted evildoer forever, despite Negi-kun's testimony, but they ddn't have to share his destiny. There was still salvation, redemption, for them, if they only stayed far away from him. Forever.

No, his place was with those like him.

Literally.

The ground under his feet trembled for a moment just as Quartum and Sextum raised their voices, and Fate gritted his teeth. At the very least, it kept them busy. But on the other hand, it was horribly... what was the word? Annoying? Not exactly. Disgusting? Perhaps, but he couldn't find much of a moral inclination either way. Maybe Dynamis could have found the word for him, although getting a straight answer from him once the word was found would have been a wholly different story.

But Dynamis was not there either, a prisoner placed under maximum security. They had barely escaped the same treatment, and that was only because of an escape Negi-kun had allowed them, despite most of his own group's protests.

Negi-kun.

Everything always came back to Negi-kun, didn't it? And yet, Fate was fairly sure they'd never meet again. Once more, it probably was for the best. For both of them. Even if he didn't feel it that way deep inside, in that certainly annoying part of himself that had manifested itself lately.

Maybe they'd just come to blows again if their paths crossed once more. And not the friendly sort of fisticuffs Negi-kun could share with that Inugami simpleton. Because, after all, Negi-kun had destroyed his master and creator, and while Fate could understand that, what passed for his heart never could forgive it.

Negi-kun.

Without the creator, his fellow puppets had lost their strings, leaving him to pick them up as best as he could. There had only been a chance for his fellow Averunci, however. All but Secundum and Primum, that was. Those two still had their fragments scattered across the desert. Fate, in all honesty, couldn't regret it.

Again, it was all Negi-kun's fault, or something to thank Negi-kun for. Or both things at once, really. Maybe things would be much easier now if he hadn't foiled their plan back then. At the very least, Fate was fairly sure he wouldn't need to wander away from civilization with three aimless siblings who were far too twisted for his liking. Now he truly appreciated the simple, agreeable nature of the girls he'd never see again.

For their own good, he reminded himself.

Briefly, the thought passed through his mind. When will I do something for my own good?

He knew, or suspected, that he didn't deserve it, and yet, the vague, unvoiced need was there.

But beings like him could never have a happy ending.

He finally turned back around and walked back to the camp when the loud screams finally stopped. He walked past his two naked siblings as they lounged around on the ground, breathing louder than usual.

They were making breathing sounds, Fate observed. In a way, that was good. It meant they were acting more human.

On the other hand, acting more human, often, was a bad thing as well.

He pretended to ignore them as he checked on Quintum's location. He found his always quiet sibling sitting on top of a huge boulder, fully dressed, looking away from them all, his gaze lost in the horizon.

"Anyone, anywhere?" Fate asked.

"Not a single being for hours," Quintum droned, never looking at him.

"Good."

Quartum spoke again, running a hand up his face. "This is all pointless."

Fate didn't deign that with a reply, choosing to look through his own belongings instead. "We're running out of coffee again. It'll have to last us until we can reach the next town."

Quartum groaned, turning around to lay on his stomach. "You know I don't drink that stuff."

"Yes, yes, I know." Fate exhaled a very brief puff of air.

For a moment, none of them did or say anything, except for Sextum, who shifted aside lazily, a hand running over Quartum's bare right flank, caressing it with slowly-moving soft fingers.

"Will I be sent for the coffee again?" she finally asked.

"Yes," Tertium said, without hesitation.

"I could go," Quintum blandly offered, which was an oddity on itself. He rarely did anything without being asked first. Fate pondered if that meant a progress on his personal development, and considered rewarding it with a permission to go, but hesitated. Since they were so similar, humans were able to identify him easily, while Sextum usually attracted less unwanted attentions. Other than those a pretty girl tended to attract in the bad lands, at least.

A pretty girl.

"I'll think about it," Fate ended up saying. He fished a book out and began reading, not really paying that much attention to the words. He had read it before.

"We're wandering in circles," Quartum was saying now.

"Only until we figure a new course out," Tertium replied, with infinite patience.

"When will that be?" Sextum asked.

"You'll be the first one to know when it happens," the Averruncus of Earth promised.

More silence.

"Maybe we should surrender," Quintum of all people broke throgh the mutism, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then they at least would assign us a destination."

"I wonder what has become of the Master," Sextum wondered.

"I'm sure he's okay," Fate said.

"At the very least, I'm sure he isn't traveling around with no purpose," Quartum picked a rock up and crushed it between his fingers. "Even a jail would be better than this. There, at least you can focus. Or they'd put us back in storage. There, at least we wouldn't feel anything."

Fate closed the book. "You're free to go. As long as you don't harm anyone."

Quartum grumbled, tapping on his own skull with a finger. "We were programmed to never surrender unless ordered to, remember?"

"I might order you to surrender to them, if you really wish it so," Fate looked back at him.

"It won't work, and you know it. You don't have the official rank for it," Quintum said. Blandly as ever.

"Then stay with me, and learn how to be more human-like," Fate repeated for the umpteenth time. Again, infinite patience. "And once you can override the programming, you'll be able to do anything you want. As long as - "

"We know! The humans!" Quartum held a hand up, his voice brimming with frustation.

Sextum only smirked, apparently more than faintly amused.

At first, Tertium had thought seeing them developing human emotions would feel ... rewarding.

Now it was almost... what was the word, again? Disgusting? Worrying? Uncomfortable?

No. Unsatisfactory.

That was it.

"I brought your coffee."

The soft voice of Sextum snapped him back to reality after a long time spent sitting on the camp's edge, thinking of things to come, bust mostly of things and faces from the past. He looked up at that pale face, so similar to his own, peeking under the gray cloth hood, shirt bangs of whiteish hair framing her features. The face, as usual, bore little in the way of expression.

"Thank you," Fate said.

Those two words still sounded fascinantingly alien to him. He had only complimented the girls on particularly good key efforts, but he was trying to learn how to thank people in a routine basis. Unfortunately, only Sextum gave him any actual reasons to be consistently thankful.

Then he asked a question for the first time ever. "Do you want to drink it with me?"

Sextum said nothing for a moment. Then nodded twice, and spoke in something barely above a whisper. "I would like that, yes."

He had to admit it to himself, it felt strangely comforting, to feel her proximity while drinking together, before the fire. He had not felt that way for a very long time. He looked at her, his sister, his companion, part of someting he belonged to as well, for better or worse. The four of them only had each other now, but even so, Fate could feel Sextum was the only one he actually wanted to be guiding. Quartum and Quintum were duties, and he was a dutiful person, so he wouldn't complain about them, no matter how tempting it could seem at times. But he could feel the roots of something different in Sextum.

You are fooling yourself, something warned him.

No.

You want to find that other person in her. But she is not like that. Not even close.

No.

She is just as bad as both of them. She simply is not as open about it. And that, if anything, makes her worse.

No. He could feel the potential in her. She was not a sadist like Quartum, and showed more personality, more self-worth, than Quintum. That was what made her salvageable. She was more like an actual person.

We'll never be actual persons. No matter what Negi-kun says.

"Tertium," his sister spoke again.

"Yes?" he took a final, deep hot sip.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"What?"

The girl looked away. "Unlike us, you have options. You don't need to be here with us. you could go with Shiori and the others, or travel to the Old World. No one would look for you there. Instead, you remain here with us. Why?"

"I'm still trying to find the answers to that myself. I only know I cannot leave you behind."

"You owe us nothing."

"I know."

"And then, why?"

"I've told you. I don't know yet."

The female looked down. "I understand."

"Sextum."

"What?" was her turn to ask.

"If you had another option, another place to go, would you leave for that place?"

She nodded, never doubting. "Yes. I would like having a purpose again. I truly dislike being here, doing nothing in an endless stream of empty days. But I would still like to bring you three there."

"Even though I'm a traitor?"

"There is no cause left to betray anymore, Tertium. The victors write history, and theirs are the winning arguments."

Finally, he bothered to demand something he had wanted to say for months. "I would like to be called Fate."

"I'm sorry, Fate."

And he smiled a bit, cupping her cold left cheek in a hand. "Thanks."

"Fate," she repeated the word. "Is being a human so important for you?"

Yes.

No.

The two answers stalemated inside of him, so he said nothing.

Sextum rested her chin on his shoulder. It felt nice. "Are you still trying to find the answer for that as well?"

Now he could speak. "Yes."

She cupped his cheek in turn, and smiled briefly. It was the first time ever he had seen her smiling. "I want to look for it with you."

And she leaned ahead, tenderly placing her lips against his.

Fate had begun wondering why had Quartum and Quintum taken so long in their perimeter patrol, but right now, right then, for once, he completely forgot about them. He never had been kissed like this before.

His Pactios with his followers had been mere obligations at the time. Perhaps now, he would have kissed them differently, but back then, they were only tools for a goal. He had felt literally nothing when his lips made contact with theirs, other than the brief jolt of bonding magic.

After that, he never had kissed them again. The night before their separation, Homura grew bold enough to sneak into his quarters and offer herself to him, perhaps in a final desperate attempt to hold onto him, perhaps only to have a strong final memory of him. In either case, he'd rejected her then, as gently as he could - which, unfortunately, wasn't saying much. He didn't regret it; stronger links only meant stronger pains after such links were broken.

He had done what he needed to do.

And yet, feeling those cold but impossibly soft lips on his, palating their strange flavor as Sextum kissed him so deeply, he had to wonder if he would feel differently kissing Homura now. Or Tamaki. Or Koyomi. Or Shiori, sweet, innocent, beautiful Shiori.

Or Negi-kun.

Fate pulled away from the kiss.

"Something wrong, Brother?" Sextum's silky, intoxicating voice asked. Her large clear eyes were half closed, lazily, invitingly, although her tone was not blatantly provocative.

"We can't do this," he said.

"Why not? Quartum, Quintum and I do it all the time, and you have never raised protests about it."

"I'm different."

She lifted a hand up, prompting Fate to instantly ready himself for a strike, However, she only ran her fingers through his hair, almost maternally. "Tertium - forgive me, Fate. I keep forgetting you favor that name. You keep saying you are different, and yet you also say you want to help us become more human. Those statements are mutually incompatible. If you truly wish help us gain humanity, you must have humanity yourself. And this, no matter how much it may scare you, is part of being human, as well."

His eyes narrowed. "I am not scared."

"Yes. Yes, you are," Sextum disagreed, soft but firm. "Death has never scared you, Brother, but life, actual life, does. You yearn for it, and yet you fear what it implies. You fear to establish relationships. You want to help others, but try to do while keeping everyone away. That's why you'll never be able to help Quartum."

Fate almost seethed. "You don't know the first thing about helping others."

"Then teach me."

She grabbed his face, pulling his mouth back towards hers. This time, the kiss was slower and even deeper, confusing him, actually frightening him. He had not felt that way ever since Nagi and Rakan appeared out of nowhere and hit him during the fight with Negi.

Negi.

No. Negi wasn't there, and he'd never be again.

He had to leave his memory behind, and make his own road.

Fate began to kiss back, clumsily, without even instincts to guide him. Only the vaguest of suppositions on how it should be done, and the vague memories of the few times he had bothered to look at his sibling units while they entertained themselves. Sextum was calmly unbuttoning her shirt while her mouth worked on his, freeing her small, milky and perky breasts.

Calmly, patiently, she taught him how to lick them, like she had come to like. It pleased her to notice how it felt better than Quartum's mad ravishings or Quintum's mechanical notions, despite Tertium's complete inexperience. All the while, her hands worked diligently on his belt, then pulled the pants down.

He was just as big as his brothers. The masters had bothered to make them anatomically correct in case they needed to be seen in public baths or similar situations without arising suspicions. Now, exactly why such parts were functional even in matters not related to combat or infiltration at all, it was probably best left unknown. The masters could be very strange at times.

She guided him to lay on his back on the ground, stradling him while undoing her own pants, baring her body to his sight, then taking his short off as well. Analytically, she caressed his body mass, toying with the nipples to see if it got any reaction. It did.

Again, what were the masters thinking?

"Don't fear," she whispered, soothingly, placing her crotch right above his. Her hands were planted on his hard chest now. "It'll feel good. I promise."

Then she lowered herself onto him, and Fate gasped, his hands clawing into the dirt.

"I love you, Big Brother," she said so softly he couldn't hear her.

Then she began to ride him, humping him vigorously. Fate remained almost still other than the jerking, erratic motions of his thrusting hips, attempting to assimilate those impossible sensations marking even more burning questions into his mind.

"Fate," she hissed.

"Ah," was all he could say.

She kissed his mouth again, and the cold fire of those lips was something his followers never came close to matching. Since he was becoming more human, it was just natural for him to learn new ways to do things, wasn't that right? It made sense. Perhaps their siblings had, on their own, made breakthrough discoveries he had overlooked or ignored.

And now, he had to admit this felt very good, physically speaking. He was gifted with a skill to duplicate most physical efforts on his first attempts at them, and copying Quartum's intimate actions was proving to be no exception, despite the fact he had barely had paid any attention ever before.

From his sister's soft but eager sounds of approval, Fate figured he was doing it right. Sextum had instructed him to shift positions, and Fate had gone along with it. She was on her back on the dirt, as he knelt between her legs, grabbing her tighs and keeping them spread as his penis drilled into her vaginal opening. It was ... strangely satisfying, in a way he couldn't quite put into words. Apparently neither could she, since everything coming out of her mouth was fairly unitelligible. Again, much like when she was with Quartum and Quintum.

Then he felt that even stranger sensation building up in him, and he gasped, tossing his head back. She noticed and gently caressed his cheek. "It's okay. Let go."

Her voice was so flat, and yet so curiously tender, as was her touch, and that, for some reason, made him lose control over himself. He felt something wet coming out of it, splurting inside of Sextum, as she made some low, calculated sounds of pleasure. That made him feel even better, even as he planted his hands on the ground, breathing heavier, pale hair falling on his face.

"It was good. For a first time," she said.

And then there was a sneer. "Isn't that just like Tertium? Outdoing everyone without even trying?"

The third Averruncus looked up at the newcomers, standing a few feet away. He should have felt them coming. Why hadn't he? Were Sextum's attentions so overpowering, they had managed to break down his perennial guard?

"Gotta hand it to you, sister," Quartum snickered, nonchalantly strolling ahead, hands in his pockets. "I never thought you'd actually manage to snare Tertium. Not our perfect, all knowing, much better and more powerful older brother, no. But then, what do I know? I'm only Quartum."

Quintum stood behind, advancing fairly slower, his face as expressionless as ever. He said nothing, although his eyes fell on Sextum's naked frame with regularity.

Quartum undid his pants, gesturing for Tertium to step aside. "My turn, 'Brother'. At least in this, I was here first."

Fate remained still for a few moments, for once at a loss about what do do. But then Sextum gently guided him out of her, motioning for him to get behind her, while Quartum took his place between her legs. Quintum approached further, and Sextum had to actually undo his pants for him before taking his member into her mouth. He still needed guidance for so many things.

Quartum, on the other hand, did not. He already was pumping in and out of her, grabbing her hips and licking her breasts with loud slurps. "See, this is how it's done, Tertium," he crowed. "It's much better this way. Much more human, see? Don't you love humans, like your precious Negi-kun? Then do things the way they do! Stick your thing over there!"

"My... thing...?" Fate stared down, noticing it had started to regain hardness. Sextum shifted her hips up, thrusting her behind to him, and he understood. Slowly, he pushed his virility into the tiny opening between her buttocks, finding it frankly uncomfortable at first.

"Yes. Like that," Quartum licked his lips, before kissing Sextum's mouth and Quintum's member at once, forcefully. "What a pretty family we are, huh? A shame Dynamis isn't here. He knew a few really good tricks."

"Tricks?" Fate wondered aloud, but none of them bothered to answer. Perhaps for the best, actually, if Quartum was not simply attempting a mocking remark.

Taken from all directions, Sextum shook between the men like a ragdoll that had fallen into a press. It was getting harder for Fate to think logically. The building feeling was growing again in his lower parts, as he heard Quartum's rapid, raspy chuckles, and Quintum's brief, ever bland sounds of comfort. Something was still lacking. Sadly, he knew what it was.

Negi-kun.

Quartum looked at him, challengingly. "Thinking of him again, aren't you? It's all that you do. That stupid Springfield. You don't need him. You're an Averruncus. Feel damn proud of it for once."

Fate opened his mouth to protest, but then Quartum kissed him over Sextum's shoulder, never stopping pouncing into her. It was a savage, cruel kiss, much as his hips thrusts. Quartum was biting and chomping at his brother's lips now, as if actually trying to hurt him. "You're pathetic, Tertium."

And then, for the first time since that fight at the ruins, he felt anger again. "I have told you," he growled, withdrawing from Sextum. She moaned. "My name is Fate."

And then he was behind Quartum instead, grabbing his waist and claiming him from behind. The Fire Averruncus growled, but now his voice held no rage or despise. And Fate just knew he had been played, so easily, like a newborn, but he just couldn't care any less.

"Negi-kun," he snarled, possessively, reaching down to tug on Quartum's dangling testicles.

Quartum only chuckled again, hugging Sextum tighter against himself. "By the Lifemaker, you're... ungh... so sad...!"

"Negi-kun," Fate repeated, ignoring him. All he could feel under him was the lithe but athletic body of Negi, and he only could hear his soft, yet firm gasping for him.

"Fate-kun!"

It felt better than Sextum.

Much better.

Fate let himself go again.

The three of them now slept tangled in a pale mass of bare flesh under the cloudy skin. Technically, they did not need to sleep, but they had taken to it lately, perhaps partially as a mean to cope with long hours with nothing to do, perhaps partially as a somewhat involuntary display of those troubling developing human traits.

In any case, Quartum and Quintum were in each other's arms, while Sextum clung to his back, her small hands on his sides. It felt good. And yet, it still was not enough.

Fate looked into the gray horizn of the badlands, towards Ostia, the place he had sworn to never return. He thought of his creators, left behind forever; of his followers, left to each other's care; of that whole, huge, troubled, corrupted world and the one beyond it.

Negi-kun.

Mostly, he thought of him. He remembered his smile, the last he'd seen of him when they separated. Fate took a handful of dust and squeezed it in his fist. Negi. Flying away from him, like the wind leaving the ground after caressing it. The ground would always remain there, constant, unmoving, but the wind would always flow away.

He punched the ground and got up, not bothering with the clothes. He walked to the edge of the nearby abyss, overlooking the whole endless plains below, the dry wind hitting his serene face, messing his hair. Feeling his absence, Sextum blinked awake and stood up as well, walking after him, hips slowly shifting around with each step. She hugged him from behind, pressing her bare body against his. "Fate."

"I don't know if I deserve that name," he confessed. "Or the one they first gave me. I have betrayed all the causes I have served, failed at all of them. I deserve this exile from everything, but I'd prefer just vanishing into nothingness."

She squeezing him tighter. "No. Not from everything. Not while we are here."

Absently, without looking back, he reached up with a hand and caressed her hair. It was not a passionate caress, but neither as paternal as the few tokens of physical appreciation he ever gave his Ministra.

She, in turn, rested her chin on his shoulder. "Cursed as we may be by our past, alone as we may be forced to stand, I am still glad I am at your side, even if there is nothing left to fight. We may lack a purpose now. We might be left without one for years. But when one appears, I wish to take it with you."

"Me too," he said, without lying. And yet, deep inside what he supposed was his heart, or what Negi-kun had told him was his soul, it couldn't be enough.

That part of him would be left empty forever.

Negi-kun.

Empty, and even more lacking a purpose than everything else.

He squeezed his sister's hand tighter.

NEXT: Nekane

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