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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.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 21.5 - Chizuru Redux

The worst thing in the world, according to Naba Chizuru, definitely had to be awakening in the middle of the night, in a fair amount of pain despite the meds, and needing to make one's way to the comode to answer the call of nature.

Not so bad, you might think. The problem arises when you return to bed after doing so, only to find sleep eluding you, and nothing to occupy yourself but your thoughts.

Still not as bad as it could be, perhaps. But then your thoughts turn to what the person you love much more than life itself is doing with other people. Possibly several other people.

Chizuru sighed and gave up on sleep for the moment. The sad part of it all was that she'd known this day was coming for a while now. She'd even realized when it was inevitable, that night in the mountains of Wales ...

It had been just a couple of days or so after Negi and the others had gone off on what they later learned was a dangerous and frightening adventure, leaving them behind to wonder what was going on. The people at Meridiana College, where Negi had been educated, were friendly and genial hosts, but offered no explanations. This was really only bothersome to Ayaka and to Chizuru herself. Kotaro and Natsumi, whom she cared about like her own children, were among the vanished ... and then there was Negi.

Shouldn't his "sister" be just as concerned? (Chizuru had quickly learned that she was actually a cousin, but since she was "big sister" to dozens of kindergarteners, she wasn't inclined to quibble.) She suspected that the older woman knew more than she was saying. There'd been that odd moment that first day after, when some sort of news had been passed along to almost everyone in town while keeping their guests out of the loop.

Ayaka had made yet another attempt to draw some information out of Nekane by speaking with her when they met that afternoon. The expression on her face when she came back told Chizuru that the attempt had been unsuccessful. "We had a very nice conversation," Ayaka said, sounding annoyed.

"Yes, I saw." And then the words that changed everything. "I didn't know you spoke Welsh."

Ayaka stopped in her tracks as she walked ahead of Chizuru, turning back to look at her with a furrowed brow. "... whatever are you talking about, Chizuru? We were talking in Japanese."

"No, you were talking in Japanese, she was answering you in Welsh. At least I assume it was Welsh, it certainly wasn't English." It had been odd, but Ayaka was certainly clever enough, and sufficiently obsessed with Negi, to pick up enough of his native language in the year or so since they'd met.

"... you speak a little Greek, right?" Ayaka inquired after a long moment of thought.

"Sure," Chizuru answered quickly. "I wanted to read the Almagest in the original, and -"

"Say something in Greek," Ayaka interrupted.

Just a bit piqued at being cut off like that, Chizuru promptly said the Greek word for 'something'. "Kati."

"Not in Japanese!" Ayaka protested.

Chizuru stared at her friend, wonderingly. "... that was Greek."

Ayaka stared right back.

After a moment, Chizuru held up a hand and waved in front of Ayaka's face. No reaction. "Wow," she muttered, and gently led her friend over to a nearby park bench. She knew Ayaka's numerous quirks very well, but this was one that she'd never seen before. This resembled a petit mal seizure, almost ... fortunately, without the incontinence she'd come to associate with the one boy in her kindergarten class who suffered from them.

Ayaka came around about a minute later, and quietly, much more politely, asked her to say some more greek. She recited what she could remember of the first book of the Anabasis, and Ayaka repeated it back to her in perfect Japanese. The class representative then spoke to her successively in what she claimed were English, Spanish, and Latin. Chizuru knew only the first and third of those, and yet she understood what was being said regardless.

"This makes no sense," Ayaka said eventually. "Language does not work like this. I cannot have learned it without realizing it. Nor should you be able to understand me when I speak in a language you haven't learned." Her voice grew more angry. "It's one miracle too many."

"One -"

"Don't repeat me. That's so annoying when people do that." Ayaka got up. "I have a plan for how to deal with this situation. I will need your help."

Chizuru blinked. "Ayaka, you should know that you never have to ask me for that."

"This time I do."

That worried her, but she followed along as Ayaka sought Nekane out again, this time playing the flighty, spoiled rich girl to the hilt as she blathered about how it had been days since they had had a good bath. The tubs in their rooms, she said, did not suffice. One needed to soak.

Nekane considered. "Well, there are the baths that the Russians built. There used to be a fair number of them living here - Anya's parents were some of them."

"'Used to be'?" Chizuru wondered aloud.

Nekane coughed and explained that they'd largely moved on to do work elsewhere. Chizuru knew an evasion when she heard one, and didn't press. Ayaka agreed that the baths sounded perfect for their use, and, oh so casually, invited Nekane to join them. "Its how we in Japan celebrate friendship, as I'm sure you know."

Nekane seemed genuinely touched by the invitation, and agreed to come with them. She even recruited a few students of the college, where she was employed as some sort of teaching aide, to get the baths ready.

As they were stripping down in the change room, Chizuru blinked as Nekane's stockings came off to reveal some quite horrific scarring on her legs around her knees. Her medical knowledge was more or less limited to first aid and folk remedies, and she had no idea what could possibly cause such injuries. She glanced at Ayaka, hoping to draw the other girl's attention to them, but Ayaka seemed oblivious at the moment.

Once inside, Ayaka paused to talk to Nekane. "Would you be so kind as to permit me to scrub you? It's part of the custom."

"I would be delighted. I really must visit Japan one of these days," Nekane said. "I started to learn your langugage when I was just a child, when my uncle started to send me presents from there."

"You really speak it excellently, doesn't she, Chizuru?" Ayaka asked as she started to lather up her hands.

"Mm, quite," Chizuru said, as she didn't agree. Her accent was terrible.

"I wish that I spoke it better," Nekane said modestly. "Negi is much better at it than I am."

Well, there we're in agreement.

"Yes, Negi-sensei is very good at a surprising number of things. Such a fine young man, too. I'm sure that you worry about him quite a bit, particularly considering his secret," Ayaka said casually as she began to scrub Nekane's back.

Chizuru saw it. Nekane froze for a second before she said, "Secret?" in a puzzled voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't he tell you? We know all about it, don't we, Chizuru? We aren't ... well, qualified to participate in the same way that Kagurazaka and the others are, but he has trusted us. Please don't ever think that we'd ever betray his trust."

"I really don't -" Nekane said, hesitantly.

"Nekane-san, please. It's obvious, to anyone of any discernment, that you are terribly worried about him. So are we. It is not a friendly act to worry alone," Ayaka said earnestly.

The older woman hesitated again ... then crumbled. "He did mention that there were others of his students who knew, who weren't going with him," she murmured. "I still can't believe that he's told so many about his wizardry. Such a risk ... he could easily end up as an ermine at this rate ..."

"That would be awful!" Ayaka agreed shaking her head. "Almost as awful as you being turned into an ermine because you revealed the existence of wizardry to two girls who had no notion of it."

"Yes, I -" And then the implications of that remark caught up with Nekane, and she stared at Ayaka in horrified disbelief.

"It's the one thing that makes everything else make sense," Ayaka murmured, almost thinking aloud. "All the mysteries, all the miracles ... it all only makes sense if one thing is true. 'Magic is loose in the world, and chaos is king.'"

"No," Nekane said weakly. "No, I can't, you, no, I can't have betrayed him too, please, no -"

Ayaka quickly slid around to kneel in front of Nekane's crouched form. "Hush, hush, it's okay, Nekane-san. What I said earlier, that was a mix of truth and lies. What was most true about it was that we would never ever betray his trust. Especially not if that would mean he'd be turned into some kind of animal. Chizuru, am I lying when I say this?"

"No," Chizuru said faintly, trying to adjust to the shock. "No, you're not. And Nekane-san, if someone tried to do that to someone I cared about, I'd kill the person who was trying. No matter what."

"She's more violent than I am, but you get the idea," Ayaka said, reaching up to rest her hands on Nekane's shoulders. "I just want to know what's going on, Nekane-san. I love that boy as though he were my little brother. You understand that, right? It's the same with you."

Nekane's panicked near-hyperventillation had slowed over the course of Ayaka's speech. "Yes," she finally said. "Like a little brother. Exactly ..." She drew in a deep breath. "All right," she said. "I'll tell you everything."

And she did.

"Incredible." Ayaka murmured as she sat in the bath somewhat later. "So much that I never questioned or suspected."

"That's more a credit to the other wizards of Mahora than a criticism of yourself, Ayaka-san," Nekane opined as she sat beside her, having regained most of her former poise. "If we're doing our jobs, no mundane should have cause to suspect that anything out of the ordinary is happening."

On Ayaka's other side, Chizuru wasn't sure that she liked the unquestioning sense of superiority that implied. Of course, the fact that she definitely had known that somethng out of the ordinary was happening the first time the occulted world had touched her own might have had something to do with that.

"Still," muttered Ayaka, who probably wasn't thinking along those lines. She shook her head. "Never mind. Again, I am very sorry that I tricked you in that way, Nekane-san."

"It's my own fault for underestimating both of you, I suppose," Nekane said wearily. "And of course, as a student representative at a magical school, you were bound to be a Great Communicator. Diplomatic talents should be assumed."

Chizuru could almost see Ayaka filing that new term away for later. "Still, it was very wrong of me to prey on your loneliness like that. Offering you friendship ... please accept it as genuine."

"I'm happy to do so. And you're right, I have been very lonely since Negi left to be a teacher. My work occupies my days, but the nights ..." Nekane sighed, and shook her head.

"No ... friends?" Ayaka asked, with what passed for delicacy.

"No. No lovers. Not for a very, very long time. Raising Negi, I had to put him first, and now ... now I'm old."

"No," Ayaka protested. "You can't be more than twenty-one."

Nekane's lips quirked in a smile. "Bless your heart, dear. Almost twenty-four. Well-past sweet sixteen, and still never been kissed."

What an odd expression, thought Chizuru.

"Then let's change that," Ayaka said, and suited the action to the words.

Nekane blinked in surprise as she was quite soundly kissed ... but to Chizuru's surprise, she didn't pull back, instead deepening the kiss and raising her hands to run up Ayaka's sides to her firm breasts, squeezing them and thumbing at her nipples. Ayaka responded by moving around again so that she was in front of Nekane, bringing her own hands up to return the gesture. Nekane leaned back, breaking the kiss as she sighed. "So long ..." she murmured.

"I may need a little help, here," Ayaka said, and no one who wasn't Chizuru would have picked up on the nervousness and insecurity in her tone.

Well. She'd said she didn't have to ask ...

Technically, it could be said that Chizuru did not have sex with Nekane. Kissing, caressing, even suckling at the breasts, all these could be referred to as simply heavy petting. But that was the sort of self-serving argument that she despised in others. She was interacting intimately with the woman, so she was having sex with as surely as it had been her, rather than Ayaka, down between her legs, kissing and fingering at her gates of Venus. And as Ayaka brought Nekane to her screaming orgasm, Chizuru felt herself have one as well from the sheer beauty of these two bringing such pleasure to each other.

And after all, she did taste Nekane's flavors, when Ayaka rose up to kiss her, and received kisses, caresses and suckling at her own teats from the older woman as Ayaka went down to pay homage to the flower of Chizuru's joy. And in the haze of passion that followed, as they were both licking and suckling at Ayaka at the same time, and their hands went ... everywhere ... who could say for sure what happened?

It was very late in the evening when the two Mahora students, dressed in borrowed robes, made their way back to the inn where they were staying.

"That was ... very unexpected," Ayaka admitted. "But it was -"

"Never again," Chizuru said simply.

"What?" Ayaka said, blinking. "Didn't you like it?"

"That's not the point," Chizuru replied.

"Then what is?"

"The point is, I have to share you in public, and I can accept that. I don't like it, but you have your status to think about, and so do I. So I will let the world have you, in public. But in private, I want you all to myself. I think that I deserve to be a little selfish." Chizuru swallowed. "But. That is your choice, ultimately. You can have the world, or you can have me. It's your choice."

"It's your choice ..." Chizuru repeated, much later, alone in bed, cursing her folly.

She should have known how that would turn out. Push someone to make a choice, and they will always choose the option that leaves them less pressured.

It was too late for regrets. But ... now that she reflected, a bit, she realized that there had been something off about Nekane's behavior in all of that. If she'd never had lovers, not in all the time she'd raised Negi, then how had she been so enthusiastic, so skilled? And why had she been so relieved when Ayaka compared her feelings for Negi to her own? Something was very strange there.

But it was late, and Chizuru was tired and in pain, and Nekane was far away. It didn't matter.

Very little mattered anymore, on this longest night of her life thus far.
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