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Unequally Rational and Emotional	By : OverMaster Category: +M to R > Mahou Sensei Negima/Magister Negi Magi Views: 8848 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Mahou Sensei Negima, all other works of fiction featured here, and related characters, don't belong to me. Neither do I make any money out of this.

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Mahou Sensei Negima and all related elements and characters are the property and creation of Akamatsu Ken, and the author of this piece has made no material profit from it, and never will do. *Sob*

The other two main works of fiction referred to in this entry belong to Kumeta Koji and DC Comics.

Any similarity between the characters and events of this story and anyone or anything ever actually seen in real life is a pure coincidence. Yep, yep, yep.

A special thanks to Finalage, and to my fellow posters at the Comic Book Resources Boards and the TV Tropes Forums, for their input and suggestions on this story. Your feedback is always greatly valued.

UNEQUALLY RATIONAL AND EMOTIONAL-CHAPTER SIX POINT FIVE.

Author's Notes:

I know, I know! I promised the big fight with Eva would start in the next chapter, and I'm finishing it as we speak, but in the meanwhile, here are three quickies or 'Omakes' in the style of the second Negima anime series. I thought I should include them here before we get too far into the storyline, since two of them are directly related to our beginnings.

The first one is a playful gag on the usual old Negima prologue I didn't get to use in the proper story. The second one is a look into the expanded-shared universe of this fanfic world. I feel tempted to explore how other anime and manga works could look like in the Negima setting in future Omakes. And the third one… is a pure out-and-out joke playing on a well known American comic and movie.

I hope you enjoy this snack while waiting for the main course.

Deleted Scene 1- The Prologue No Negima Retelling Can Ever Escape. Including This One.

Several Weeks Ago:

Merdiana Academy of Magic, at Wales.

The huge, castle-like fortress, a majestic relic from long forgotten eras, stood from the country line like an old king armored and towering over his domains. And that night, as the symphony of multiple organs resounded through its bowels echoing through its halls and rooms powerfully, it almost was as if the king was solemnly singing an anthem to honor the few, the proud, graduating inside of him.

Or it. Whatever. Damn Purple Prose. I gotta stop with it already.

The supreme Magus, tall and imposing, wearing the traditional robes of his rank, imposed the medals to the honor roll students of the year, one after another, until only one, the top ranking one, remained before him.

"Negi Springfield!" the old man's booming voice thundered, commanding.

"Yes!". With an anxious smile, the boy in the black robes rushed up to receive his condecoration. As the applause of his classmates surrounded him, his heart beat on quickly.

Father, I'll finally find you.

Soon after, he strode at a quick pace down the hall leading to his room, looking at his diploma. He had it unfolded, but for some reason, it still was empty when his older cousin and his best friend caught up to him.

"Negi!" the redheaded girl around his own age chirped happily. "Negi, what's your assignation? I got to be a fortune teller at London!".

He stopped. "Oh, Anya! Nekane! I don't know yet. The words haven't appeared at this point".

"Let me see, please, Negi" the tall blond young woman asked kindly, extending an open hand towards him. The boy nodded, handing her the diploma.

Calmly, without ever losing her gentle, loving and cheerful attitude, Nekane Springfield put the diploma on the floor, stomped a foot on it, HARD, several times, and then slammed it against a wall as if to punish it cruelly. Finally, after a few minutes of that and a blank horrified stare from Negi and Anya, the letters started to appear across the document's surface.

"It just needed the proper incentive, that's all" Nekane laughed sweetly while handing the diploma back to Negi. Gulping, he nodded and began to read just as the two females did the same thing, peeking over his shoulders.

To: Negi Springfield. Age Ten. Or Nine and a Half. Whatever. Son of the Hero. Named After An Onion.

Dear Young Soon-To-Be Protagonist- You know… That whole shtick about being beaten up by a pretty woman isn't as fun to experience as it is to write and draw. So, I realize I must sound quite hypocritical saying this, but… What's the big idea, handing me over to that (EXPLETIVE DELETED AFTER BEING DEEMED TOO STRONG EVEN FOR THE M-RATING) woman so she can whip me out like she's Narusegawa Naru or something? Just for that, I'm sending you to teach English at the Mahora Academy of Japan. And be thankful I'm in a good mood today or I'd send you to the Hinata Bathhouse at the other side of that city... and then you'd really be in hot water, believe me.

Your friend now and always,

The Aka-Ma-Tsu.

P.D.: This story will be rated M, so bringing 'protection' could be a good idea for some point of the future.

Moments later, the room to the Magus' chambers flew open and a distraught Anya and Nekane stormed in.

"MAGUS!" Nekane rushed in towards the old man. "What's the meaning of this?" She shoved Negi's diploma into the old man's face.

"Well, that's a diploma. Written proof of your cousin's graduation at this Academy, and-".

"I KNOW THAT! I MEAN WHAT'S WRITTEN ON IT!".

The old mage finally read it. "Oh my, oh dear. Seems you have angered the vengeful spirit of The Aka-Ma-Tsu. A very fearsome Spirit, indeed. And very powerful as well. Why, he has been even rumored to be deeply involved into the very same creation of our universe! But I guess it could have been worse. Let me tell you about the time I faced the Curse of Tezuka-".

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Anya shrieked. "What's this madness about sending Negi to such a place? He's a poor wimp who cries a lot, doesn't know how to handle women, is a disaster at facing the unknown, and has poor personal hygiene to boot! He never should leave the company of people who loves him and treats him well like us!".

"Um, Anya, if I may say-" Negi began to shyly pipe in from behind her.

"YOU SHUT UP, NEGI!".

"... Yes, Ma'am".

"Lord Magus, Japan is a highly dangerous place, and now more than ever" Nekane pleaded more sedately. "I can't tolerate the idea of poor Negi being assigned to such an awful post! With all those giant monsters, tentacle beasts, and worst of it all, otakus, rampaging all around him! Surely there is something we may do to change the spirit's decision!".

The man rubbed his long white beard. "Well, to be honest, there is something that can be done".

"Anything!" Nekane said.

"Yeah, we aren't afraid of doing anything for the stupid squirt!" Anya agreed.

"One of you, the ones closest to him, must take his place at his destination" the master intoned wisely. "Only through your own sacrifice you may release Negi from his fate".

Anya and Nekane blinked, then looked at each other with hugely open eyes.

A cricket chirped at a corner.

Finally, both of them turned towards the boy.

"I wish you the best of lucks at your trip, Negi!" Anya patted him on a shoulder. "I'll trust you just like I've always done!"

"I know you'll become a man amongst men there... one way or another!" Nekane sniffed.

Negi smiled and nodded. "Don't worry about me! I'm sure I'll become a lot stronger defending all my students against any harm that might befall them!"

Again, Nekane and Anya fell into a stunned silence.

"... Defending them?" Anya meeped.

"Well, sure! That's what 'Bringing Protection' does mean, right?" the little boy asked innocently. "Bringing safety and comfort to all the pupils under my watch!"

Nekane laughed awkwardly, sweating. "Oh dear. I should have had that talk about the birds and bees with you a lot sooner..."

"Never mind!" Anya whipped out a fearsome looking artifact of steel with several medieval looking chains and locks attached to it. "This will keep you safe while you're there, Negi! Dad gave it to me to use at the prom, but I think you'll need it more than-".

*ZOK!*

Anya twitched facefirst on the floor as Nekane stood over her, smiling placidly, a large steel mace in hand. "I know I'll regret saying this later, but you won't be putting a chastity belt on Negi, Anya! You know he'll lose the key sooner or later, and then they'll have to cut!".

"S-S-Sorry..." Anya's voice squeaked weakly from the small but slowly growing pool of blood around her head.

A few days later, with a bandaged head and waving a hand in the air, she was saying her farewell to the bullet train to the airport.

"Goodbye, Cousin...! Goodbye, Anya...!" Negi said while looking out of a window. "Take care of yourselves...!"

"Bye bye, Negi...! I'll see you again in 180 chapters...!" Anya said loudly, continuing waving her hand until the train disappeared into the distance. Then her eyes finally started to water up, her mouth making tiny sobbing sounds.

Nekane softly rubbed her on a shoulder. "You can cry all you want now" she whispered confidentially. "It's okay. I won't tell him."

Anya buried her face into her older friend's stomach and let the waterworks to flow.

Deleted Scene 2- Itoshiki-Sensei's Glorious 2-F Debut.

One Week Ago:

It was a gray and cold morning.

The young girl looked through the train's window with languid, deeply sad eyes. She sat alone, holding her large backpack on her lap, her feet crossed, avoiding everyone's gaze.

She made no sound; she remained as still as she could, as well. Immobile like a small, thin and frail sculpture of glass, as if afraid of any movement shattering her or those around her. Even her breathing came out at brief, nervous and restrained intervals.

She was, indeed, a pathetic thing to look at. Not lacking her fair share of youthful beauty, but too tainted by her own awkwardness. Like a marionette that had just been cut off its strings, the young female was, simply put, as gray and unremarkable as the day going on outside.

She still was like that when the other girl got into the wagon at the next station. The other girl, unlike her, looked completely normal. Perky and cute, yet plain and eminently forgettable. With her short black hair and her long, far too thin legs, she was no bombshell, but she was not ugly at all either. Even her voice was simple and run-of-the-mill, although chirpy and bright, warm and kind, as she greeted, "Ai-chan?"

The sitting girl nearly jumped on her seat, her eyes going wide and almost glassy as she turned them with a start towards the smiling average teen. "H-Hitou-san! I'm sorry! I hadn't noticed you were here!".

"Come on, I have told you, Nami-chan is just fine!" the other girl told her. "Or even Nami-san, if you feel you must. But—".

"I'm sorry, Nami-san! I'm sorry!" the sitting girl bowed her head to her quickly. "I had forgotten that! Sorry for offending you, acting as if you were distant and forgetting the proper honorific! I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me again!".

Hitou Nami breathed deeply, forcing herself to keep her smile. "You haven't changed at all during the holidays, have you, Ai-chan...?"

"I'm sorry to persist on my old, ugly habits" the one named Ai turned her head aside bashfully. Then she stood up. "Please, accept my seat as a proof of my regret. Sorry, it wasn't even my seat. I was keeping it for you, but I'm sorry if I have overheated it with my body. Wait, that's something improper to say in public. Sorry about that, too."

"Ai-chan, you can keep the seat if you want" Nami said. "You took it first, why should I have it? It's only two stations from here to Mahora anyway."

"Oh, no, I insist! I mean, sorry about insisting, if you don't want to, but—!" the shy girl fidgeted around, her nerves even more of a wreck, "I already have misused that seat for too long, and you need it more than me! And—And—!".

Nami sighed, noticing the odd stares the wagon's other occupants were giving them. Anything to stop that. "Okay, I got it. I'll use the seat, thank you".

She sat down, with the other girl remaining standing, looking at her own feet.

"I heard they are going to reshuffle the teachers around this year" the normal teen commented, to take her friend's mind away from her own neurosis for a moment or two.

"They are? Oh my," Ai briefly shuddered. "I hope it wasn't because of that incident with Jinroku-sensei and me last year...".

"I highly doubt that's the case" Nami commented, giving her a dry glare. Her patience was starting to run thin.

"You never know..." Ai whimpered sadly, before adding, "I mean, sorry! I wasn't accusing you of being ignorant! It was just a figure of speech!"

"I KNOW, AI-CHAN!"

"... Sorry".

It always was that way with Ai. Even as the train arrived to the Mahora station, Ai had to apologize to the people running past her, pushing her around when she couldn't keep their pace. Then apologizing to Nami for being a bother when the taller girl grabbed her by a hand to guide her through the crowd.

Somehow, they managed to make it to the main building before the starting bells rang. After leaving most of their baggage at their lockers, for them to pick it up back later at the end of the day, both girls headed towards the classroom that had been assigned to 2-F for that period, Ai dragging behind, trying her best to remain under Nami's shadow.

"It'll be good to see everyone again" Nami saw fit to break the silence again, attempting to keep an optimist face.

"Mmm-hmmm" Ai nodded erratically, keeping her gaze low.

Nami sighed inwardly.

She hated her school life.

Still, she told herself as she stopped before 2-F's door, she had to do it. There was no point on delaying the unavoidable. The first step was always the hardest one. And yet, all she had to do was to push the door open...

She pushed the door open.

The first thing Ai and Nami saw at the first day of their promising new school term was a pale man in a hakama hanging from the ceiling's fan, like a piñata, surrounded by a fascinated Kafuka-chan, an exasperated Chiri-chan, an eerily quiet Abiru-chan, and the rest of the morbidly silent, yet staring, classroom.

It was then when Nami became convinced she'd hate her school life even more now.

Negima Recasting Theatre, Part 1- WHO WATCHES THE MAGIMEN?

Rorschach finished sipping her box of juice thoughtfully, ignoring the pain on her swollen lips. She remained silent as she listened to Ozymandias' explanation, next to the astonished and also beaten down Nite Owl and Silk Spectre.

Rorschach, in contrast, only listened with an expressionless face, at least in the small fragment of facial features she was showing with the lower half of her black and white mask pulled up. The diminutive woman finally ran out of juice and yanked the mask fully down, tossing the discarded carton aside.

"So... it is true. You killed the Comedia— Tatsumiya-san..." Nite Owl whispered, disbelief still evident in his voice.

"She understood" Ozymandias lowered her gaze ruefully. "From the start, she knew my plan would succeed-yo. At first, she was fully willing to support me, but then... after learning the full scale of it... It terrified her" she lamented. "That's why she didn't tell anyone. It was far too big to discuss... But she understood it. At the end, she understood".

The black haired young woman looked at the trio before her. "The brutal world that had given her a mission, a goal in life, would simply cease to be, as my reveal would pull the denizens of both planets into a single unity. I had to do it, ne? After her, I neutralized Evangeline-san. Stolen psychiatric reports indicated her mental withdrawal. The allegations of others' vampirization made it physical. But then, Rorschach's 'magi-killer' hunt needed stopping. My own assassination attempt, confirming her erroneous theory, placed me beyond suspicion-yo".

"Hrm" Rorschach hummed lowly. "So you did hire her yourself?"

"Through a third party, of course" Ozymandias nodded. "I don't think Tsukuyomi-san realized that even when I facilitated her the cyanide capsule. By then, my project was posed to triumph. Nothing stood between my objective and me. The fates of the Old World and the Magic World rested safely in my hands".

"Chao, this is crazy!" Chisame gasped aloud. "Who'd ever believe an invasion from beyond both worlds?"

"People from both worlds alike can swallow lies only when they are big enough-ne" the fair skinned genius stated. "I planned to build my monster to the latest detail, and then to teleport it straight into a fixed destination..."

Rorschach spoke again. "They said the gate spells wouldn't work out of the—".

"I found a way to make them work fine as long as there is a major source of magic nearby, like the World Tree" Chao interrupted her. "Teleported into Mahora City, my creature would provide the whole planet undeniable evidence of the existence of the supernatural. The threat of monsters from beyond would force both worlds to work together, as a single one, bringing a new age of peace and collaboration unspoiled by the mages' lies and deception-yo".

"You're insane!" Silk Spectre shouted angrily. "You're the biggest liar of all!"

"Chao-san, I'm sorry" Nite Owl gave a step forward, ahead of Yue and Chisame. "You need help. I know this 'Drop giant monster on Mahora' scheme is impossible, but I'm still glad we got here before you could hurt others or yourself. Dear God, you actually intended to pull off all this mad scientist stuff? I mean, when was this… this hopeless black fantasy supposed to happen? When were you planning to do that?"

"Do it?" Keeping her arms crossed behind her back, Ozymandias gave the three of them an odd look. "Negi-bozu, I'm not a manga villain. Did you seriously think I'd explain my decisive stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty five minutes ago-yo".

Negi, Chisame and Yue stood there, all three of them paralyzed.

Around all of them, the screens of Chao's complex turned themselves on all at once, showing the titanic, hideous white furred beast towering all over Mahora. Raising its paws up, the humongous animal took its head back, and then howled with a deafening voice that echoed both through the whole Japanese landscape and through the whole room.

"PANTIEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!"
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