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Decadent Habits	By : OverMaster Category: +M to R > Mahou Sensei Negima/Magister Negi Magi Views: 8829 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey, I wrote most of this chapter! Most credit for the story still goes to Darkenning, tho'.

Akamatsu Ken owns Negima. I'm not him. I'm also not the author of the majority of what follows. OverMaster, whose vignette inspired this series and who has been a constant source of helpful advice, wrote this chapter and graciously allowed me to edit it for publication.

Decadent Habits

Chapter Six: Chisame

"Mother," Chisame said quietly, sitting down at the other end of the table, keeping her gaze low and balling her fists over her lap. "It's ... been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yes. Far too long," the short, brown haired woman replied with unmistakable sadness. "Chisame ... if this is about confronting me with my faults as a mother, let me tell you, lately, I have been thinking a lot about all my past mistakes, and -"

"I'm not interested in talking about that," the teenager replied, almost curtly. "I don't want to talk about the past. Quite the opposite, actually. I, I want to tell you about ..." Her fingers tapped on her own knees nervously before she gathered enough courage to say it. "... about what I wish for my future."

Her mother's eyes gained a spark of hopeful interest, mixed with controlled dread, behind her own thick round glasses. "Tell me, please."

"I believe ... I may have found ... someone I'd like to spend the rest of my life with. Someone who will let me have my own space, but also will always be there whenever I need him."

"Chisame, that is won-"

"No. It isn't," she interrupted, bitterly. "Because it's wrong from all angles. That person already has someone else, and I-I'm sure he won't be able to love me as he loves her ..."

The woman grew pale. "Oh dear. But ... you're still young, Chisame. You'll love again. I should know. Once, I was-"

"No! I'm not a person who loves easily, and you know it!" she protested. "And it's even harder for me to be loved back. I'm not that kind of person. I always knew, never cared. Until now. Now ... damn it, Mom, I can't even talk about it! Forget it!" She got up, avoiding looking at the older woman. "I'll work through this alone. It's all I can do, right? Sorry if I inconvenienced you."

Her mother sprang up, grabbing her by a hand. "Chisame, wait!"

"What?"

"That person. The one you love. Who is he?"

"What does it matter? I'll forget him, but to do so, I'd prefer not talking about him at all." She bit her lower lip, as though physical pain would help her ignore the emotional.

"Has he wronged you in any way?"

"No! If anything, it's the opposite. He's so damned kind it ... but that's why it'd never work, see? And I told you, he already has someone else. Someone who is a much better match for him ..."

"Your teacher. Negi Springfield," her mother said. "He is the one you are talking about, isn't he?"

Chisame's face paled, her eyes growing wide. Her hand wiggled out of her mother's grasp.

"H-How did you-"

"You may not notice it, but I make a point out of keeping myself as well informed about your daily life as I can," the older woman said, inhaling deeply, sitting back down and bowing her head down in a defeated gesture. "You barely spend any time with any other male. It has to be him."

Chisame nodded in reluctant shame. She couldn't say anything.

There was a long silence from both females.

"Chisame," the mother finally said. "There's something I must tell you."

"You don't approve. I know. Why should you?"

"It isn't that. You said we shouldn't dwell into the past, but sometimes, we just have to do it. Or else, its consequences will come back to strike us down when we least expect it. I was an idiot and ignored that truth, for years and years."

"Mother? What are you talking about?"

"Chisame, your father and I divorced because of a lot of reasons. Mostly because he was, despite my early devotion to him, a man who didn't deserve being loved at all. He's selfish, inconsiderate and manipulative, and we both know that all too well."

The girl nodded without any hesitation. "Yes, I do."

"However, I ..." her voice cracked, "I wasn't much better. I loved your father from afar since college, but for a long while, I never had any actual hopes of ever becoming his wife. He was rich, handsome and popular, always with girls hanging on his arms, while I was ... a pathetic, miserable putdown loser, and -"

"Is this a way to tell me the loser girl gets the guy at the end?" Chisame interrupted. "Because if so, it's not helping."

"Listen. Please," she begged with a choked voice, wiping tears off her eyes. "I moved to this city after graduating. And here, I met a man who was in transit, always coming and going, often running errands for the Dean of Mahora."

Chisame stiffened up.

"He, too, loved another. But at the time, they had drifted apart from each other, believing they'd never meet again. They were both ... impulsive and emotional like that. Too devoted to each other, but sometimes, the backlash of a separation in a strong, foolish heart will move it to ... stray away from its intended path. We both thought we needed someone to turn on to."

"Please, no," Chisame said in instinctive panic. "Don't tell me -!"

"I must. And you must hear me," her mother sobbed. "I should have told you years ago, but ... We were together a few times, but soon realized we weren't compatible at all. And so, we separated on the best of terms, and soon he went back to his one true paramour. It wasn't until weeks after he left Mahora that I learned that I was pregnant."

"No. No, I don't want to hear this!" she shouted.

"Listen me, please! I met Toshiyuki again shortly afterwards. For once, he took pity on me. Briefly, we thought it could be true love. He offered to take good care of you, and we married. I thought I had finally reached happiness, but it couldn't last. His true colors returned, and he started despising you, as a reminder of that man's existence. We decided to separate, and he'd continue supporting you financially, but he'd have as little to do with you as possible. That's the true reason why your bear my family's name and not his. His family is far more influential than mine."

Chisame's eyes had gone nearly blank, and her skin was blanketed by sweat.

"Please forgive me. I've been far more aware of the world you move through that I've let you know. I know you've always wanted a normal life, and for years, I tried to keep it that way for you. If you had known that man was your true father -"

"Negi-sensei!"

"Yes. That boy is his son, as well."

Chisame slapped her across the face.

"Tadaima," Asuna repeated wearily as she came through the door.

"Asuna-san!" Negi cried, runnning into view. "Are you all right? Why did you run off like that? Where'd you get that change of clothes? What -"

She endured the barrage of questions stoically, even as the sensation of hollow emptiness inside of her eased slightly, as she'd realized that it always did when he was around. But standing behind him was the initial source of her distress, and she couldn't take as much comfort from Negi as she wished.

"I need to talk to your mother in private," Asuna finally said, interrupting Negi's stream of worry.

"Eh?"

"Yes, we do need some privacy, my son. Perhaps you should go and see what mischief your small friend is up to with Miyazaki-san." She had taken all of five minutes to convince Chamo that he didn't want to mess with her, and lately he was keeping the lonely bookstore girl company.

"Oh. Yes, ma'am," Negi agreed, and with a last gentle smile to Asuna, he went out into the hallway and closed the door behind him.

"Well?" Arika said after a brief silence.

"Do you know how much Negi worships his father?" Asuna said at last. "Do you have any idea how hurt he'll be if he finds out that you're cheating on him?"

"I am not," Arika answered firmly. "Nagi and I have an open relationship."

The last words were in English, and so Asuna struggled to understand. Briefly. "What?"

"He is free to take other lovers, and so am I. We agreed on this when we came together. He is first and foremost in my heart, and I am in his, and what our bodies do when they are not joined together, does not matter nearly as much as that fact."

"Do you really think Negi will understand that?" Asuna snapped, not liking the way that this was going, not liking the way it made her look like the bad guy in all of this.

"Yes. He already knows, and accepts." Arika fell silent for a moment. "Asuna-san. I find you ... incredibly beautiful. You remind me of everything I find attractive in myself. As well you should."

"Huh?" Asuna asked.

Arika explained the rest.

Karakuri Chachamaru, wearing her frilly French maid outfit as she did every Sunday around that time of the day, was dusting off the furnishings at the living room of Evangeline McDowell's cottage. It had started to rain outside, quickly becoming a furious rainstorm. The distraction of dusting and the rain probably interfered with her sensors just enough to make the knocking at the front door a surprise for her. She opened the door to find herself face to face with a slumped down, sopping wet, Hasegawa Chisame.

"Chisame-san!" the gynoid gasped.

The human girl stumbled in through the doorway, so badly shaken Chachamaru had to take her in her arms to stop her fall. She wiped the light brown hair off Hasegawa's face, seeing her eyes were red and distinctly tearful even through the rain water running down her face. "Chisame-san," she repeated. "What happened to you? Your heart rate is far too quick, and you could catch a cold. Why-"

Chisame clung to her desperately. "I needed ... someone, anyone." She laughed through the sobs without a trace of humor. It was a horrible sound. "And I couldn't think of anyone but you."

"Chachamaru?" Evangeline asked, stepping in from the door to her bedroom, wearing nothing but one of her flimsy black negligees, her tight thong panties showing underneath the semi transparent fabric. "Who's there? I heard knocking. Oh, it's you," she snarled at Chisame. "What do you want? I thought I made myself been clear; I don't want to see any of you around for a very long time!"

Chisame just started to sob, burying her face into Chachamaru's chest.

"Do *not* ignore me, child!" Eva roared.

"Please, Master," Chachamaru requested softly, caressing Hasegawa's head with a hand. "She's clearly under a severe strain right now, and it's raining outside. I beg for your permission to keep her tonight."

Evangeline scowled, seeing Chisame's cryin made no signs of stopping. "Fine. But I demand an explanation on this behavior, Hasegawa Chisame. You will relate it in the bath. Chachamaru, bring her over." She turned around and began heading for the furo. "She needs a hot bath before she catches her death. And she's getting my floor all wet, too."

"Thank you, Master." The robot sighed with relief as she helped Chisame to the bathroom.

Once there, Evangeline stripped down without a second thought, leaving her scarce garments on the floor for her servant to pick them up. Meanwhile, Chisame rubbed her nose and sneezed. Chachamaru got the hot water ready, then carefully began to strip Chisame down, piece by piece. Her classmate didn't pose any resistance, against Chachamaru's expectations, but neither did she help. It was like undressing a mannequin; all the struggle seemed to have left her.

Evangeline washed herself and settled down at the furo, watching with vague interest as Chisame's body was exposed to her. She visited the public baths occasionally, and through it all, she had developed a certain interest in her classmates' bodies. Chisame did have an appealing figure, with a firm and well rounded behind, and breasts that were neither too small or too big, perfectly shaped on her slender frame.

Once she was fully naked, Chachamaru gave her a quick washing and settled her down at the other end of the furo. While not nearly as large as the bath at the resort, that one was more than big enough for three people at once. Then the robot undressed as well, baring a shapely body that was impossible to tell apart from a human one now, even down to her hairless vagina. She washed herself before entering the furo as well, sitting behind Chisame and lovingly washing her hair down.

Chisame breathed out, apparently feeling better now. "Thank you," she murmured.

"So you haven't lost the gift of speech," Evangeline growled. "Well, then, let us hear what has you so shaken."

"Today ... I went to visit my mother," the hacker began, in a very slow and quiet tone.

"Yes, and?" Eva pressed on.

"My father ..."

Eva lifted an eyebrow. "Has he ... died?" she asked, sounding more human and less callous now, somehow.

"I don't know," Chisame gathered some water in her hands and splashed it on her own face, then kept her face buried between her fingers. "I don't know if he's dead or alive. Until today, I didn't even know ... he was my father ..."

Evangeline made a face of shocked disgust. "So. She told you."

"You knew," Chisame said. There was no outrage or scandal in her words anymore. "Of course. You always know everything."

"Of course I do," Evangeline declared proudly. "Shortly after binding me to Mahora, that man cultivated the friendship of a girl who lived near the Academy. It was a real slap to my face; further proof he'd never cared for me. Not like I needed it," she added quickly, sharply, and rather unconvincingly. "Hasegawa Sora. That was her name."

Chachamaru looked on in quiet shock. "You mean -"

Chisame began to sob again. "Yes. Yes, damn it! I'm Negi-sensei's half sister. I'm Negi's sister, and I'm in love with him! I'm in love with a ten year old boy and he's my brother! I'm so sick!"

The gynoid made a strangled sound that sounded far too human. But she never once let go of her embrace.

Eva remained still, seeing all the defenses that the girl had thrown up against the world, both the image of the bubbly Internet idol and facade of the snarky hacker, fall away beneath grief. So weak, the vampire mused, but there is beauty in weakness, too. Who should know better than I that everything that is beautiful ... bleeds. She waited until this latest crying fit slowed to a few painful sobs, then reached up with a hand and stroked her right cheek, almost tenderly. "Don't cry like that ever again," she said softly. "No child of that man should ever act that way."

"Screw it," Chisame rasped. "I'm not his child, not like Sensei is. I don't belong to anyone, and no one belongs to me. I'm alone, and will always be."

"No," Chachamaru said firmly. "You'll never be alone, so long as I can help it." She placed a soft peck on Chisame's left cheek, making the girl shudder. Normally, she'd have cried bloody murder about it, but she couldn't fight it, or anything else, anymore.

"Are you sad because you won't be able to be the Boya's mate now?" Evangeline asked bluntly.

That got a reaction out of Chisame, even if a small one. "It's not, it's not that! I-I never would have had a chance anyway. I know ... We all know ... that he loves Asuna," she said dejectedly. "First girl wins. What a shock." Though she couldn't forget the first time she'd seen him, his first time on campus, and the strange, incomprehensible way the sight of him had brought tears to her eyes ...

"And so?" Eva replied. "Kagurazaka is also related to him."

"But she isn't his sister!"

Evangeline let a chilling laugh out. "How little you know!"

"Huh?" The human girl blinked.

"Let me tell you a few truths about Boya's family. Oh yes, I know things they don't even suspect I might know. I'm not the mistress of evil for nothing."

Then she reached up and cupped Chisame's face between her hands, pulling it towards hers. "But first, all information demands a payment..."

"Wha- what are you -" Chisame started, and then Evangeline was deeply kissing her lips, sneaking her tongue into her mouth hungrily.

Hasegawa lost any will to resist. Chachamaru was kissing the back of her neck, pressing her round breasts tighter against her back, her hard nipples poking at her wet skin. And it all felt so wonderful, and most of all, she wasn't alone.

"Eva ... Eva-sama ..." she hoarsed, her hands wandering down to caress the vampire's small, tight bottom. The tiny blonde hummed, then moved her mouth to her right nipple, biting on it hard enough to make it bleed. Chisame yelped, but then Chachamaru pressed her mouth against hers. She was lost in the feel good sensation even as Eva sucked the blood of her mammary like a newborn, and then maneuvered herself so their womanhoods were rubbing against each other. Chisame shuddered in sublime ecsatsy.

Evangeline grunted with satisfaction as her vagina rubbed again and again against Chisame's own. If she couldn't have the Thousand Master, then she'd have his children.

All of them.

Forever.

They wouldn't leave the furo for hours.

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