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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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Darkenning wrote this part, not me.

As has been stated before, Negima belongs to Akamatsu Ken, who didn't write this. I did. Thanks to OverMaster for his contributions.

We are heading into the home stretch of this story's first arc. Whether there's a second depends on the readers.

Decadent Habits

Chapter Seven: Ayaka

Returning home was always the best part of any journey. Yukihiro Ayaka imagined that many of her classmates could definitely attest to that, after their recent odyssey, and she was finding it so herself, after her still more recent, if much shorter one. The journey had been pleasant, and the destination had been intriguing. She still wasn't sure why her parents had chosen the Howard Resort as their point to rendezvous with her, in the wake of the events at the academy, but it hadn't been without interest.

She was too young (and, to be perfectly honest, much too smart) to engage in any gambling, but the staff were scarcely likely to stop the eldest daughter of the Yukihiro Zaibatsu from wandering about the casino floor and taking in the sights. The atmosphere hadn't been what she'd expecting, not an air of desperation and despair punctuated by occasional bursts of glee. It had been much more pleasant, as though winning and losing weren't really anyone's concern, as though the games themselves were enjoyable.

Perhaps that odd atmosphere had something to do with the so-called Goddess of Victory who worked at that particular resort. Ayaka had met the young woman and socialized briefly, and found her to be an excellent and congenial host. But the student had been more focused on the upcoming meeting with her mother and father, and so after a few brief pleasantries that only took half an hour, she'd parted company with her right before another beautiful female dealer with oddly mixed blonde and purple hair had walked up to the "Goddess", said, "Fuck it, I just don't care," and kissed her soundly.

Americans. Go fig.

In any event, she'd had a pleasant visit with her father, and an ... informative one with her mother, and now she had come home. Nor, she soon realized, was she the only one returning this afternoon. "Konoka-san," she said cheerfully as she saw her classmate across the train station's concourse. "And Setsuna-san, too! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Iincho!" Konoka answered her greeting with a vigorous wave. Setsuna, whose expression oddly resembled one who expected the gods to strike her down with divine retribution, waved somewhat more hesitantly. They were accompanied by a distinguished looking gentleman in a jacket and trousers who had an expression strangely like Setsuna's. "This is Daddy," Konoka introduced him, glomping onto his side.

"Ah, the revered Elder of the East, former member of the famous Ala Rubra, and swordmaster of the Shinmei-Ryu, Konoe Eishun," Ayaka replied, bowing deeply. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."

"And you must be the remarkably well-informed Yukihiro Ayaka, Class Representative of 3A," Eishun replied, answering her bow perfectly.

"I try to be," she answered cheerfully. "Of course, some people, no one present, of course, have been known to make that more difficult than it has to be. If I might be so bold as to inquire, what brings you to Mahora, Konoe-sensei?"

"Daddy is here to visit with Asuna and Negi-sensei," Konoka promptly explained, then added as an afterthought, "And also to pay his respects to and visit with Arika-sama. And then visit some of our other friends. And maybe a little visit with the Headmaster, too."

Ayaka wondered why Setsuna made a strangled sound at that. It seemed like a pleasant family reunion. "Well, I hope your visits are pleasant ones. Are you heading back to the dormitory right away?"

"We're going to get Daddy checked into his hotel room first. Make sure he got a good one, with a nice comfy bed, and all that," Konoka replied, and smiled sweetly up at her father, who swallowed and smiled back, a little uneasily. "Maybe we'll see you again tonight," she added.

"I look forward to it," Ayaka said easily, and with a little more small talk, they parted ways as she got into the limousine to take her the rest of the way to the dorms. A bit extravagant, maybe, but after several hours on a train, she was ready for a little luxury.

The limousine delivered her to the front door, and she went in and up to her floor. In the distance, she saw Asuna moving slowly through the hallway to her and Negi-sensei's room, dressed in odd clothes that didn't really suit her. She considered calling out to her, but the other girl looked fairly tired, and frankly, so was Ayaka. So she let her frenemy pass from view and headed in to the room she shared with Chizuru and Natsumi.

As well as, she was somewhat annoyingly reminded as she opened the door and saw the petite freckled actress sitting on the couch and watching tv with a short obnoxious boy-creature, Natsumi's unfathomably annoying younger brother, Kotaro. Hmm. Odd. She didn't remember Natsumi being a fan of Kamen Rider before this. And the two of them were seated oddly close together. If she didn't know better, she'd have sworn that ... no, never mind such ridiculous ideas.

"Tadaima," she announced.

"Welcome back, Iincho," Natsumi said brightly, smiling widely.

"Remember to leave your broom and pointed hat at the door," Kotaro added, not taking his eyes off the TV.

Ayaka shook her head as she slipped off her shoes. "Oh, brat," she said with false fondness. "You are lucky that I am too tired and in too good of a mood to rise to your baiting. How are you and your dear widdle brother doing, Natsumi-san?"

"We're fine. I'm pretty sure that stuff back at home is going to get resolved really soon, so Kotaro-kun can head back."

"Speed the day," Ayaka murmured. "Is Chizuru in? I need to talk with her."

Natsumi nodded, and Ayaka headed over to their other roommate's private room, knocking on the door.

"Enter freely, of your own will," came the answer.

Ayaka did so, leaving Natsumi and Kotaro to their own devices. The wolf-boy growled at the back of her. "How come she can figure every damn thing else out and still be clueless about me not being your little brother?" he whined.

"I don't know," Natsumi admitted. "But unless you want to get kicked out before we can find you somewhere else to live, we've got to keep up the pretense. Besides, it's not really that troublesome, being my little brother, is it?" She batted her eyelashes.

"Well, no," Kotaro said, grumpily.

"Okay, then. Where we were?"

They resumed kissing passionately.

People who didn't know Naba Chizuru very well might expect her room to be filled with the usual appurtenances of a teenage girl's bedroom - stuffed animals, posters of boy bands, frills and laces. Those who knew of her interest in astronomy might have expected her to have one or two star charts or a lunar globe. Very few would predict that every wall and much of the ceiling would be covered with those star charts, along with photos from every major astronomical probe of the past century, with nary a stuffed animal in sight. People thought astronomy was her hobby. It was her passion.

At the moment, Chizuru was seated at her computer terminal watching the feed from the Mars rover intently. She nonetheless turned and smiled gently in Ayaka's direction. "Welcome back, ojousama," she said.

"Been ages since you called me that," Ayaka murmured. "My father sends his regards."

"Nice of him. How was your mother?"

Ayaka closed her eyes and sighed. "Not good. I don't think it'll be much longer."

"I'm very sorry."

"She knows, too," Ayaka continued, opening her eyes. "I think that's why she chose to have a very interesting conversation with me."

"She told you, then?"

"Oh, good grief, you knew?" she said crossly.

"Servants know everything," Chizuru reminded her easily. "It's a basic survival skill. I honestly didn't think it would ever make a difference, even after ..." She trailed off and shrugged expressively.

"Even after the son of my biological father showed up to be our teacher?" Ayaka supplied.

"Pretty extreme longshot, I thought," Chizuru said with a little laugh. Then, still smiling, she asked the question. "Are you okay?"

Ayaka sat down on the edge of Chizuru's bed. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "When she told me, I felt ... incredibly happy. Negi-sensei is my little brother, even if he doesn't know it, and that fills me with so much joy. And yet ... before this, even when I learned just how dangerous his life can be, I wasn't really worried. But now he is my little brother ... and I'm scared for him."

She sighed, shook her head. "This must be how Asuna-san feels all the time, I think. And of course, I also feel like a fraud, living on my father's ... he's a good man. He doesn't deserve to be cuckolded like this."

"He's a good man," Chizuru agreed, not adding, as good as someone like him can be. "But you should remember, he knows what he chooses to know, Ayaka." She fell silent, considering, then nodded decisively. "You don't know this, but Yukihiro-sama and his wife tried to have children for years before you came along. And just like ... that other time ... it never worked out well. I think they're just a bad match, genetically speaking. But he loves her -" Or loves what she brought to the marriage. "- and she loves him -" Or loves the luxury of being his wife. "- and they chose to stay together."

"You think he knows?" Ayaka asked quietly.

"I don't know what he knows. I've had exactly three conversations with him in my life, and two of them were about dinner preparations when I was working on the kitchen staff. But I do know that he cares about you." Or doesn't want the person he's decided, for whatever reason, to make his heir, going unwatched. "Because that was the third conversation, when he told me to come here and look after you."

Ayaka pulled up her legs and rested her chin on her knees. It made her look ridiculously childish. "Do you resent it? Being my guardian. Would you rather be out there, letting people know that you're really eighteen -"

"I'm seventeen," interrupted Chizuru.

"- and going to high school instead of dawdling along in junior high with me?"

Chizuru got up from her desk, came over to the bed and sat down in front of her friend. "I was almost twelve years old when I was pulled out of school and set to work as a maid in your household. Four years later, they gave me this assignment. I'm not ready for high school. This is where I belong. And because of it, I have the stars, and I have the children. The last two years have been the best years of my life. I don't resent anything. Certainly not you."

They smiled quietly at each other.

"Sleep with me?" asked Ayaka quietly. "Just sleep, not any of that other stuff. I'm just too tired to face unpacking in my room, changing the sheets on the bed, they're probably all dusty ..."

Chizuru leaned forward to press a kiss between Ayaka's eyebrows, and got up to turn off the computer. "Just sleep," she agreed.

"We're too mature for such silly games," Ayaka said seriously.

Chizuru, well aware of which of them usually started such silly games, nodded seriously. They stripped down to their underwear and slid under the bedcovers together, falling into a spoon-like position by long practice, with Chizuru resting behind Ayaka. The blonde fell asleep first, and her breaths gradually lulled the other girl into somnolence as well.

Hours later, she was awakened by the sensation of a hand moving slowly up and down one of her thighs. "I thought you said just sleep," she murmured. "I thought you said we were too mature."

"I'm a woman, and I get to change my mind," Ayaka answered, rolling over to face her. "And I'm not tired anymore."

"Well, then." Chizuru leaned forward to press their lips together, and slid a hand down her partner's stomach.

Neither of them talked much for a while.

when they were both spent, Ayaka returned that kiss (or technically, since there had been many kisses to many parts of their bodies in that interval, gave one more) and settled down against Chizuru's breasts, falling gently to sleep once more.

When she was sure that Ayaka was past hearing, Chizuru spoke again. "You don't know how glad I was when I found out that you weren't Yukihiro-sama's daughter. I've watched you grow up, and I never could have imagined how dear you would become to me. I am so glad that you're the Thousand Master's daughter, and not Yukihiro-sama's. Not the child of the man who molested my mother when she was just sixteen.

"I have my stars, I have my children, and I have you. I love you so much, Ayaka. I am so glad we're not sisters. Because I know that I could never give you up, even if we were."

She settled in, resting her chin against the top of Ayaka's head, and slowly drifted into the sea of stars.

NEXT: Akira
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