Negima^2
by Shade
Disclaimer: Ken Akamatsu owns Maho Sensei Negima. DNA^2 is the creation
of Masakazu Katsura.
Lemon Warning...in a good way.....maybe later.
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Opening: Bye Bye Megaplayboy!
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It was a sunny warm afternoon at Mahora Campus. A perfect opportunity for some quality romantic time together,
which many happy couples were taking full advantage of. And then there was the odd person out of the traditional
equation sitting by himself at the table of an outdoor cafe, Negi Springfield.
The ten year old nursed a cup of piping hot tea as he studied for at least the tenth time that day the letter
that had brought him out here. He'd received it this morning in an unmarked envelope in his teacher's inbox.
At first he'd thought it was another confession letter by one of the girls on campus, perhaps even from his
own class. It wouldn't be the first time, given the imbalanced ratio of men to women in the area it was hardly
surprising that even a ten year old foreigner wasn't considered off limits.
But to his surprise, the letter had been something else entirely. And baited with the one thing guaranteed to
get Negi to go to the specified meeting place come hell or high water. The writer had promised information about
the Springfield family line. And for the young teacher, that could mean only one thing. His father.
"Negi Springfield, I presume?"
"Ah? Yes."
He looked up, surprised to find that a strange cloaked and hooded woman had joined him at his table
while he'd been occupied with his thoughts.
"Good, I had to be sure."
The woman nodded, a hint of light blue hair escaping from the concealment of the hood she wore over her head.
"WOuld you like something to drink?"
Despite his eagerness to pump this stranger for what information she might have, the manners of an English Gentleman
would not be forgotten so easily.
"Thank you, I'm okay. I'm sure you have many questions."
Had his attention not been so distracted by the prospect of learning more about the goal he sought, the young mage's
internal alarms would have started sounding when the strange girl's hands disappeared from sight under the table.
"You wrote that you have information about my family....about my father?"
"Yes...and no."
Negi blinked in confusion.
"I know nothing about your father, Mr. Springfield. But I do know quite a bit about your family."
"I don't understand...."
"The descendents of you and your fellow Megaplayboys will change everything in the future.
And that is why I've come back to stop you and the others."
"Megaplayboys? The future? What are you-"
His words died away as he finally saw the muzzle of the pistol in her hands.
"Bye bye Megaplayboy."
There was no time to reach for his staff to cast a shield spell. There was only the roar of the gun,
a sharp blinding pain in his chest and then everything started to fade into darkness as the screams
of the other patrons faded out like a switch had gone off.
Negi Springfield didn't even have enough time to understand what had just happened before he collapsed
to the ground, a dark red stain spreading out from the front of his torn shirt.
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/And this explains so much about Chao and Timetravel, doesn't it? :snigger:
by Shade
Disclaimer: Ken Akamatsu owns Maho Sensei Negima. DNA^2 is the creation
of Masakazu Katsura.
Lemon Warning...in a good way.....maybe later.
-----------------------------
Opening: Bye Bye Megaplayboy!
-----------------------------
It was a sunny warm afternoon at Mahora Campus. A perfect opportunity for some quality romantic time together,
which many happy couples were taking full advantage of. And then there was the odd person out of the traditional
equation sitting by himself at the table of an outdoor cafe, Negi Springfield.
The ten year old nursed a cup of piping hot tea as he studied for at least the tenth time that day the letter
that had brought him out here. He'd received it this morning in an unmarked envelope in his teacher's inbox.
At first he'd thought it was another confession letter by one of the girls on campus, perhaps even from his
own class. It wouldn't be the first time, given the imbalanced ratio of men to women in the area it was hardly
surprising that even a ten year old foreigner wasn't considered off limits.
But to his surprise, the letter had been something else entirely. And baited with the one thing guaranteed to
get Negi to go to the specified meeting place come hell or high water. The writer had promised information about
the Springfield family line. And for the young teacher, that could mean only one thing. His father.
"Negi Springfield, I presume?"
"Ah? Yes."
He looked up, surprised to find that a strange cloaked and hooded woman had joined him at his table
while he'd been occupied with his thoughts.
"Good, I had to be sure."
The woman nodded, a hint of light blue hair escaping from the concealment of the hood she wore over her head.
"WOuld you like something to drink?"
Despite his eagerness to pump this stranger for what information she might have, the manners of an English Gentleman
would not be forgotten so easily.
"Thank you, I'm okay. I'm sure you have many questions."
Had his attention not been so distracted by the prospect of learning more about the goal he sought, the young mage's
internal alarms would have started sounding when the strange girl's hands disappeared from sight under the table.
"You wrote that you have information about my family....about my father?"
"Yes...and no."
Negi blinked in confusion.
"I know nothing about your father, Mr. Springfield. But I do know quite a bit about your family."
"I don't understand...."
"The descendents of you and your fellow Megaplayboys will change everything in the future.
And that is why I've come back to stop you and the others."
"Megaplayboys? The future? What are you-"
His words died away as he finally saw the muzzle of the pistol in her hands.
"Bye bye Megaplayboy."
There was no time to reach for his staff to cast a shield spell. There was only the roar of the gun,
a sharp blinding pain in his chest and then everything started to fade into darkness as the screams
of the other patrons faded out like a switch had gone off.
Negi Springfield didn't even have enough time to understand what had just happened before he collapsed
to the ground, a dark red stain spreading out from the front of his torn shirt.
>
>
>
>
>
/And this explains so much about Chao and Timetravel, doesn't it? :snigger:
