Howdy, folks. I go by the handle RexRox most everywhere else (such as FF.net), and joined the forum some two months ago but haven't actually done anything due to life and various other things. Well, I've finally decided to change that and get back to writing this fic: Lost His Way. Act 1 is on FF.net, and I don't believe I need to flood the thread by posting it (I finished it about the same time I joined this forum).
Lost His Way - Act 1 - FF.net
This fic's just a basic DarkNegi fic, where Negi is blamed for the whole Chao fiasco and comes back as not-a-very-nice-guy. Plot ensues.
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Lost His Way
Act 2
I
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It was a scene more befitting for a grand national celebration than a school culture festival, but for Kagurazaka Asuna and her friends, the MahoraFest was the only way to celebrate. Planes piloted by High School students of the Aviation Club expelled smoke into the air as they flew above the massed people outside Mahora Academy's grand archway. Also heading through the arch was the Engineering Club's latest and greatest marvel, a giant robotic (though they'd say it was animatronic so as to steer away Government and corporate suspicion) walker, oddly enough bearing more similarity to Western mechatronic designs than Eastern ones - no doubt the work of the American transfer student sitting atop the machine. A grand parade of elephants, cosplayers and dancers followed in its wake, as the parade signifying the beginning of yet another MahoraFest marched through the archway.
"This is it!" a voice boomed over the school-wide PA. "The 81st MahoraFest has begun!"
The crowd roared its approval, raising the ambient volume level from a dull roar to a near-deafening cacophony. For several seconds, Asuna found herself without any hearing - not that it mattered as she was too busy soaking in the sights of another MahoraFest. Despite having attended Mahora for her entire school life, she had yet to find a single MahoraFest a bore - each and every year brought a new surprise. A shame she couldn't say the same for the others.
"Look, you two, stop moping and have some fun! Nothing's going to change these next few days so you might as well relax and enjoy it." Asuna scowled, obviously angry at the fact that two of her friends refused to loosen up and have a bit of fun.
Out of the two in question, only one had the decency to meet the redhead's eyes and oppose her. Setsuna merely turned her head.
"B-But, Asuna, without my book I'm useless. He's appeared when he can gather attention before, why not now?" Nodoka said, her timid voice failing to justify her actions even to herself.
Asuna simply snorted, "Yes, but even then that was with nobody around - you can't make a scene here without revealing magic to everybody - Oomph!" Having bumped into a member of the crowd, Asuna turned to apologise.
"My apologies, Miss, I seem to have-"
Bangs, a white greatcoat, dazzling eyes - "Ahhhhh! N-Negi! What are you doing... here..." Asuna screamed in surprise, before calming down and looking a bit closer. His hair was black, not red; yes, he was wearing a white greatcoat, but so were several others in the crowd; and now that she looked closer, his eyes weren't really all that dazzling.
The man simply blinked, "It would seem that you have mistaken me for another man, Miss. I'm afraid that my name isn't Negi, rather it is Timothy, Timothy Marland. I've come here for the Martial Arts Tournament - I hear that it is rather a grand one, with true opponents of skill and mettle. Might you be able to help me locate it? I only got off the plane the other day and-"
She couldn't believe it - he'd jumped from apologizing, to correcting her case of mistaken identity, to introducing himself and then asking for directions, add to the fact that he seemed a year or two younger than her and she had the sudden urge to club him with her harisen.
Fortunately, Konoka intervened before any violence was begotten, "Eheheh, if you'd like we could show you to the sign-up booths for the preliminaries."
"Oh? That's not really necessary - I don't want to trouble you girls too much, I can make do with simple directions."
Girls. He called them girls, and in that infuriating tone that suggests that he's so much older and wiser, when he's just some punk kid who speaks like an old man.
"We're going there as well, so it's no trouble. Isn't that right, Secchan?"
Setsuna, who had been eyeing Tim suspiciously since Asuna had mistook him for Negi, put on a happy face when addressed by Konoka. "Eh? O-Oh, yes, that's right. Asuna and myself, as well as a few other friends of ours, are competing. As a spectator you'll certainly enjoy it.
Tim frowned, "So does that mean I won't enjoy it as a participant?"
Now it was Setsuna's turn to blink, though Asuna had to admit she was as surprised as everybody else. The idea that this kid was going to participate in the Mahora Martial Arts Tournament was beyond a joke... though that statement seemed kind of odd to her, for some reason. It seemed like it was on the periphery of her brain, but she couldn't quite place it.
"W-What? You're going to participate?" Haruna blurted out, before being rebuked by Yue with a sharp elbow.
"What she means to say is that whether you're sure you should participate. It can be rather dangerous and painful, and the participants all have a rather high level of skill - there's little point of entering unless you're anywhere near their level," Yue 'explained'.
Tim simply smiled, "Yet you lovely ladies," he gestured to Asuna and Setsuna, causing the former to flare up in anger, "are participating. Surely if it's as dangerous or pointless as you say, then I will be fine testing my skill?"
Yue was about to rebut his point, bringing up the fact that no, he was nowhere near as skilled as Setsuna or Asuna, and no, it wouldn't necessarily be safe for him - she'd seen what could happen if you landed in a fight against the likes of Evangeline - several days on a hospital bed with internal injuries - not the sort of thing she'd like to wish upon a stranger, when Setsuna put an arm on her shoulder and told him that they would show him.
Yue frowned, for some odd reason she didn't like the idea that she wasn't able to argue with Tim - the feeling was completely irrational, yet she couldn't shake it. Being an irrational feeling though, she could completely ignore it.
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Lost His Way - Act 1 - FF.net
This fic's just a basic DarkNegi fic, where Negi is blamed for the whole Chao fiasco and comes back as not-a-very-nice-guy. Plot ensues.
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Lost His Way
Act 2
I
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It was a scene more befitting for a grand national celebration than a school culture festival, but for Kagurazaka Asuna and her friends, the MahoraFest was the only way to celebrate. Planes piloted by High School students of the Aviation Club expelled smoke into the air as they flew above the massed people outside Mahora Academy's grand archway. Also heading through the arch was the Engineering Club's latest and greatest marvel, a giant robotic (though they'd say it was animatronic so as to steer away Government and corporate suspicion) walker, oddly enough bearing more similarity to Western mechatronic designs than Eastern ones - no doubt the work of the American transfer student sitting atop the machine. A grand parade of elephants, cosplayers and dancers followed in its wake, as the parade signifying the beginning of yet another MahoraFest marched through the archway.
"This is it!" a voice boomed over the school-wide PA. "The 81st MahoraFest has begun!"
The crowd roared its approval, raising the ambient volume level from a dull roar to a near-deafening cacophony. For several seconds, Asuna found herself without any hearing - not that it mattered as she was too busy soaking in the sights of another MahoraFest. Despite having attended Mahora for her entire school life, she had yet to find a single MahoraFest a bore - each and every year brought a new surprise. A shame she couldn't say the same for the others.
"Look, you two, stop moping and have some fun! Nothing's going to change these next few days so you might as well relax and enjoy it." Asuna scowled, obviously angry at the fact that two of her friends refused to loosen up and have a bit of fun.
Out of the two in question, only one had the decency to meet the redhead's eyes and oppose her. Setsuna merely turned her head.
"B-But, Asuna, without my book I'm useless. He's appeared when he can gather attention before, why not now?" Nodoka said, her timid voice failing to justify her actions even to herself.
Asuna simply snorted, "Yes, but even then that was with nobody around - you can't make a scene here without revealing magic to everybody - Oomph!" Having bumped into a member of the crowd, Asuna turned to apologise.
"My apologies, Miss, I seem to have-"
Bangs, a white greatcoat, dazzling eyes - "Ahhhhh! N-Negi! What are you doing... here..." Asuna screamed in surprise, before calming down and looking a bit closer. His hair was black, not red; yes, he was wearing a white greatcoat, but so were several others in the crowd; and now that she looked closer, his eyes weren't really all that dazzling.
The man simply blinked, "It would seem that you have mistaken me for another man, Miss. I'm afraid that my name isn't Negi, rather it is Timothy, Timothy Marland. I've come here for the Martial Arts Tournament - I hear that it is rather a grand one, with true opponents of skill and mettle. Might you be able to help me locate it? I only got off the plane the other day and-"
She couldn't believe it - he'd jumped from apologizing, to correcting her case of mistaken identity, to introducing himself and then asking for directions, add to the fact that he seemed a year or two younger than her and she had the sudden urge to club him with her harisen.
Fortunately, Konoka intervened before any violence was begotten, "Eheheh, if you'd like we could show you to the sign-up booths for the preliminaries."
"Oh? That's not really necessary - I don't want to trouble you girls too much, I can make do with simple directions."
Girls. He called them girls, and in that infuriating tone that suggests that he's so much older and wiser, when he's just some punk kid who speaks like an old man.
"We're going there as well, so it's no trouble. Isn't that right, Secchan?"
Setsuna, who had been eyeing Tim suspiciously since Asuna had mistook him for Negi, put on a happy face when addressed by Konoka. "Eh? O-Oh, yes, that's right. Asuna and myself, as well as a few other friends of ours, are competing. As a spectator you'll certainly enjoy it.
Tim frowned, "So does that mean I won't enjoy it as a participant?"
Now it was Setsuna's turn to blink, though Asuna had to admit she was as surprised as everybody else. The idea that this kid was going to participate in the Mahora Martial Arts Tournament was beyond a joke... though that statement seemed kind of odd to her, for some reason. It seemed like it was on the periphery of her brain, but she couldn't quite place it.
"W-What? You're going to participate?" Haruna blurted out, before being rebuked by Yue with a sharp elbow.
"What she means to say is that whether you're sure you should participate. It can be rather dangerous and painful, and the participants all have a rather high level of skill - there's little point of entering unless you're anywhere near their level," Yue 'explained'.
Tim simply smiled, "Yet you lovely ladies," he gestured to Asuna and Setsuna, causing the former to flare up in anger, "are participating. Surely if it's as dangerous or pointless as you say, then I will be fine testing my skill?"
Yue was about to rebut his point, bringing up the fact that no, he was nowhere near as skilled as Setsuna or Asuna, and no, it wouldn't necessarily be safe for him - she'd seen what could happen if you landed in a fight against the likes of Evangeline - several days on a hospital bed with internal injuries - not the sort of thing she'd like to wish upon a stranger, when Setsuna put an arm on her shoulder and told him that they would show him.
Yue frowned, for some odd reason she didn't like the idea that she wasn't able to argue with Tim - the feeling was completely irrational, yet she couldn't shake it. Being an irrational feeling though, she could completely ignore it.
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