FIC: Mahou Sensei Negima! - Fragments
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sonofgodzillaTitle: Fragments
Universe: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Prompt: Sea of Fragments
Character(s): Chao Lingshen/Evangeline A.K. McDowell
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: There was a witch, her maker had said, who lived in-between the moments of lives, a witch who presided over a sea of fragments—that witch was most certainly not Chao Lingshen.
Length: 643 words
Author's Notes: Merry Christmas in July! #15. also: external link.
Fragment
She had not welcomed it, an awareness of this world. Vampires naturally possessed heightened senses, yet this knowledge of the spaces in-between had often been a heavy and unwanted burden on her, an understanding of the things that made her different from the child she had once been. There was a story she had been told when young, one of a particularly nasty devil in Jewish myth that had possessed the means of lifting a man out of his skin and holding him in the sky so that he might see all the world around him. Her apotheosis, her transformation had taught her many things in the first fledging years of her new life, chiefly that no story got passed down without there being some grain of truth.
There was a witch, her maker had said, who lived in-between the moments of lives, a witch who presided over a sea of fragments—that witch was most certainly not Chao Lingshen. How powerful was this woman’s magic circuits, she asked herself, her lips twitching as she felt the pressure of the other woman’s spiritual power, continually forced to take a step back in the echo of the school corridor, her route of retreat blocked off by the static shapes of her peers.
“I expected more of you, bane of the great Thousand Master.”
She could see the glow of the circuits beneath the woman’s battle armour, she could sense how strong she was in this place; what happened next would be a gambit.
She stopped retreating, she held her ground, the shape of Chachamura’s stoic form present beyond Chao’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you stop all this playing around?” she asked, mustering as much bravado as she could manage. “You’re obviously powerful. Pledge yourself to me, become my pupil, and I’ll make you stronger than you could ever imagine.”
Chao sneered, continuing her advancement.
“Do you know where you are in my time, Apostle?”
Evangeline’s lips formed a protest.
“Dead,” Chao informed her. “Dead in the ground, just like most of your kind. Deathtopia Virtuoso Suicide-Master, Tropicalesque Home-A-Wave Dog-Strings. All of them are gone. Only one remains.”
Do not show fear, Evangeline told herself. The sea of fragments was possibility, there was no suggestion that the world Chao Lingshen descended from would come to be. Arguing over what might happen was theoretical, in the here and now, she still had power.
With a movement too swift for even her eyes to catch, Chao was before her, gloved hands roughly on her shoulders, the endless ticking of the pocket watch powering her armour.
She struggled briefly and realised she could not free herself with strength alone.
“Why don’t you pledge yourself to me, Apostle?” Chao sneered, leaning in close, her face alive with spite. “Why don’t you let me show you how things should be?”
Hesitation would mean death, Evangeline told herself. Was servitude worse than death? Did not the blood of the Thousand Master run also through this woman’s veins?
A hand moved from her shoulder, she gasped, drew in breath that she did not need as she felt gloved fingers beneath the pleats of her skirt.
“Don’t be too rough,” she murmured and looked away.
She had wanted it to read as an indictment of the other woman’s behaviour, too late she realised it sounded like an invitation.
Chao’s fingers firmly took her by the chin, turning her head towards her, leaning in and kissing her forcefully. She felt the girl’s tongue in her mouth, she felt the shape of it against her fangs, running over their sharpness, taunting her, reminding her of her helplessness.
Fingers touched her forcefully between her legs, lifting her up out of her sky, holding her high above, her dead heart beating suddenly and frantically in her chest.
All the while, she kept her gaze on Chachamaru’s unmoving back.
Universe: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Prompt: Sea of Fragments
Character(s): Chao Lingshen/Evangeline A.K. McDowell
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: There was a witch, her maker had said, who lived in-between the moments of lives, a witch who presided over a sea of fragments—that witch was most certainly not Chao Lingshen.
Length: 643 words
Author's Notes: Merry Christmas in July! #15. also: external link.
Fragment
She had not welcomed it, an awareness of this world. Vampires naturally possessed heightened senses, yet this knowledge of the spaces in-between had often been a heavy and unwanted burden on her, an understanding of the things that made her different from the child she had once been. There was a story she had been told when young, one of a particularly nasty devil in Jewish myth that had possessed the means of lifting a man out of his skin and holding him in the sky so that he might see all the world around him. Her apotheosis, her transformation had taught her many things in the first fledging years of her new life, chiefly that no story got passed down without there being some grain of truth.
There was a witch, her maker had said, who lived in-between the moments of lives, a witch who presided over a sea of fragments—that witch was most certainly not Chao Lingshen. How powerful was this woman’s magic circuits, she asked herself, her lips twitching as she felt the pressure of the other woman’s spiritual power, continually forced to take a step back in the echo of the school corridor, her route of retreat blocked off by the static shapes of her peers.
“I expected more of you, bane of the great Thousand Master.”
She could see the glow of the circuits beneath the woman’s battle armour, she could sense how strong she was in this place; what happened next would be a gambit.
She stopped retreating, she held her ground, the shape of Chachamura’s stoic form present beyond Chao’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you stop all this playing around?” she asked, mustering as much bravado as she could manage. “You’re obviously powerful. Pledge yourself to me, become my pupil, and I’ll make you stronger than you could ever imagine.”
Chao sneered, continuing her advancement.
“Do you know where you are in my time, Apostle?”
Evangeline’s lips formed a protest.
“Dead,” Chao informed her. “Dead in the ground, just like most of your kind. Deathtopia Virtuoso Suicide-Master, Tropicalesque Home-A-Wave Dog-Strings. All of them are gone. Only one remains.”
Do not show fear, Evangeline told herself. The sea of fragments was possibility, there was no suggestion that the world Chao Lingshen descended from would come to be. Arguing over what might happen was theoretical, in the here and now, she still had power.
With a movement too swift for even her eyes to catch, Chao was before her, gloved hands roughly on her shoulders, the endless ticking of the pocket watch powering her armour.
She struggled briefly and realised she could not free herself with strength alone.
“Why don’t you pledge yourself to me, Apostle?” Chao sneered, leaning in close, her face alive with spite. “Why don’t you let me show you how things should be?”
Hesitation would mean death, Evangeline told herself. Was servitude worse than death? Did not the blood of the Thousand Master run also through this woman’s veins?
A hand moved from her shoulder, she gasped, drew in breath that she did not need as she felt gloved fingers beneath the pleats of her skirt.
“Don’t be too rough,” she murmured and looked away.
She had wanted it to read as an indictment of the other woman’s behaviour, too late she realised it sounded like an invitation.
Chao’s fingers firmly took her by the chin, turning her head towards her, leaning in and kissing her forcefully. She felt the girl’s tongue in her mouth, she felt the shape of it against her fangs, running over their sharpness, taunting her, reminding her of her helplessness.
Fingers touched her forcefully between her legs, lifting her up out of her sky, holding her high above, her dead heart beating suddenly and frantically in her chest.
All the while, she kept her gaze on Chachamaru’s unmoving back.
