Blood Traitor
Hahaaaa. Setsuna x Evangeline McDowell. There you go. crack!Negima.
Please note that I actually do support KonoSetsu. I still have intentions of living. I just came up with this idea from the challenges thread at the Mahora Academy forums and thought it would be fun to diewrite.
I hear Evangeline is actually Setsuna's mentor now or something? At any rate, I am evidently not there in Negima, and so this is set in the timeframe of the Mahora Martial Arts Tournament.
OOCness abounds, probably. I have no idea. Chances are high. It is 4:46 in the morning. I have been playing Guitar Hero, and before that a test and an in-class essay has been draining my brain matter away.
Title: Blood Traitor
Author: dauthik or Dauthi
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima
Rating: R?
Characters: Setsuna/Evangeline
Word Count: 810
Summary: Setsuna doesn't understand some things, and she never will.
"What are you doing tonight?" A tinkling voice whispers behind me. There is cold air blowing into my ear.
"Evangeline," I acknowledge. A few strands of blond hair tickle my face.
"That was a good fight you put up there." Her face is dangerously close to mine; my vision is obscured by the mass of hair flying into my eyes, my nose, choking me. A hand touches my waist, light as a feather, and so cold.
I don't say anything. The sun is setting, painting pale red rays over the rooftop. It is cold up here, and I shiver as Evangline nuzzles my neck. Her hair is like Konoka's.
"Why the long face?" she asks, as she kisses my neck tenderly and wraps her arms around me, left hand slithering up my shirt and pressing against my stomach. "You should be congratulating yourself." I feel a pinprick of pressure as she poises her fangs.
I crane my neck, and she takes this as her invitation, pressing down and puncturing without drinking. I gasp in pain, and she withdraws her fangs and licks my neck slowly, lapping up the small trickle of blood. These are love bites.
I suddenly whip around and crush my lips against hers, running my tongue over her teeth and tasting the metallic tang of my blood. My hands run up and clench into her back, nails digging into the thin fabric of her bra. Her bra?
"Why do you have a bra on?" I ask in confusion, pulling back.
"I've decided to go with a full woman's body for this," Evangeline responds, a malicious glint in her eyes. "So you'll know exactly what to do when you finally jump Konoka..."
I slap her, hard. "Don't you dare defile her with those ideas," I hiss.
Evangeline touches her cheek lightly. "That hurt," she says, smiling in childish wonder. Then she is pressed up against me again, hands snaking everywhere, and I let her.
I pull her to the ground, and I feel gloriously dirty like the pitch-black soot sparkling with tiny grains of glass in the fading rays of the sun. Her shirt is open, the buttons ripped off, skittered across the cement as I yanked her down - "Oh, look at that," she says, staring down at her perfect breasts and clucking in amusement, "You naughty girl" - and somehow my panties are down at my ankles.
"K-" I gasp, but the sound chokes in my throat, like a broken cog that perpetually fails to turn, a torturous, "K-k-k-k-k" until I finally just scream out, "Evangeline! Eva, Evangeline, holy-"
Later, as we sit side by side, watching the waning moon in its sharp unforgiving crescent, she says thoughtfully, sucking on her fingers, "That was the first time you called my name."
"It was," I say, looking at a stray piece of trash fluttering in the breeze. Evangeline snuggles closer, purring in satisfaction into my chest. If I don't pay attention, she could almost be Konoka, with white silk hair, but for her utter coldness.
"I hope you aren't falling in love with me or anything," she murmurs, looking up at me impishly and tickling the base of my chin with one icy cold finger.
I am horrified to find myself blushing a little bit, and look angrily to the side, fidgeting with my hands.
"Awww, look at you," Evangline says, splaying herself completely across me and gently turning my head with her left hand, "You're so cute. I was only teasing you; I know you're still besotted completely rotten with Konoka." She winks slyly.
I force myself to look into her ice blue eyes and she smiles brightly. "I like how you look without your contacts," she says, and I remove them for her, scattering them carelessly among the other trash strewn on the rooftop.
"Gorgeous," she breathes, seduction dripping from her voice. Goosebumps break out on my skin and she runs a concerned finger over them.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how cold you were!" she exclaims. She picks herself up from across my body and throws an arm around me. "Come on, let's get inside," she says, helping me up and then walking towards the entrance. I dawdle after her halfway and then stop.
"Stop. Stop playing mind games with me." It comes out more ragged than I had intended, and more desperate, far too desperate.
Evangeline turns around, genuine surprise on her face. "I was actually only concerned about getting you warm," she says slowly.
I know. It is just me. I suddenly surge forward and kiss her again. She is as cold as I remembered, and her eyes are clearer and older than I thought they would be. She does not resemble Konoka at all, and never will. I keep kissing her. We never make it to the bottom floor.
Please note that I actually do support KonoSetsu. I still have intentions of living. I just came up with this idea from the challenges thread at the Mahora Academy forums and thought it would be fun to diewrite.
I hear Evangeline is actually Setsuna's mentor now or something? At any rate, I am evidently not there in Negima, and so this is set in the timeframe of the Mahora Martial Arts Tournament.
OOCness abounds, probably. I have no idea. Chances are high. It is 4:46 in the morning. I have been playing Guitar Hero, and before that a test and an in-class essay has been draining my brain matter away.
Title: Blood Traitor
Author: dauthik or Dauthi
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima
Rating: R?
Characters: Setsuna/Evangeline
Word Count: 810
Summary: Setsuna doesn't understand some things, and she never will.
"What are you doing tonight?" A tinkling voice whispers behind me. There is cold air blowing into my ear.
"Evangeline," I acknowledge. A few strands of blond hair tickle my face.
"That was a good fight you put up there." Her face is dangerously close to mine; my vision is obscured by the mass of hair flying into my eyes, my nose, choking me. A hand touches my waist, light as a feather, and so cold.
I don't say anything. The sun is setting, painting pale red rays over the rooftop. It is cold up here, and I shiver as Evangline nuzzles my neck. Her hair is like Konoka's.
"Why the long face?" she asks, as she kisses my neck tenderly and wraps her arms around me, left hand slithering up my shirt and pressing against my stomach. "You should be congratulating yourself." I feel a pinprick of pressure as she poises her fangs.
I crane my neck, and she takes this as her invitation, pressing down and puncturing without drinking. I gasp in pain, and she withdraws her fangs and licks my neck slowly, lapping up the small trickle of blood. These are love bites.
I suddenly whip around and crush my lips against hers, running my tongue over her teeth and tasting the metallic tang of my blood. My hands run up and clench into her back, nails digging into the thin fabric of her bra. Her bra?
"Why do you have a bra on?" I ask in confusion, pulling back.
"I've decided to go with a full woman's body for this," Evangeline responds, a malicious glint in her eyes. "So you'll know exactly what to do when you finally jump Konoka..."
I slap her, hard. "Don't you dare defile her with those ideas," I hiss.
Evangeline touches her cheek lightly. "That hurt," she says, smiling in childish wonder. Then she is pressed up against me again, hands snaking everywhere, and I let her.
I pull her to the ground, and I feel gloriously dirty like the pitch-black soot sparkling with tiny grains of glass in the fading rays of the sun. Her shirt is open, the buttons ripped off, skittered across the cement as I yanked her down - "Oh, look at that," she says, staring down at her perfect breasts and clucking in amusement, "You naughty girl" - and somehow my panties are down at my ankles.
"K-" I gasp, but the sound chokes in my throat, like a broken cog that perpetually fails to turn, a torturous, "K-k-k-k-k" until I finally just scream out, "Evangeline! Eva, Evangeline, holy-"
Later, as we sit side by side, watching the waning moon in its sharp unforgiving crescent, she says thoughtfully, sucking on her fingers, "That was the first time you called my name."
"It was," I say, looking at a stray piece of trash fluttering in the breeze. Evangeline snuggles closer, purring in satisfaction into my chest. If I don't pay attention, she could almost be Konoka, with white silk hair, but for her utter coldness.
"I hope you aren't falling in love with me or anything," she murmurs, looking up at me impishly and tickling the base of my chin with one icy cold finger.
I am horrified to find myself blushing a little bit, and look angrily to the side, fidgeting with my hands.
"Awww, look at you," Evangline says, splaying herself completely across me and gently turning my head with her left hand, "You're so cute. I was only teasing you; I know you're still besotted completely rotten with Konoka." She winks slyly.
I force myself to look into her ice blue eyes and she smiles brightly. "I like how you look without your contacts," she says, and I remove them for her, scattering them carelessly among the other trash strewn on the rooftop.
"Gorgeous," she breathes, seduction dripping from her voice. Goosebumps break out on my skin and she runs a concerned finger over them.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how cold you were!" she exclaims. She picks herself up from across my body and throws an arm around me. "Come on, let's get inside," she says, helping me up and then walking towards the entrance. I dawdle after her halfway and then stop.
"Stop. Stop playing mind games with me." It comes out more ragged than I had intended, and more desperate, far too desperate.
Evangeline turns around, genuine surprise on her face. "I was actually only concerned about getting you warm," she says slowly.
I know. It is just me. I suddenly surge forward and kiss her again. She is as cold as I remembered, and her eyes are clearer and older than I thought they would be. She does not resemble Konoka at all, and never will. I keep kissing her. We never make it to the bottom floor.