Dead in the (Hot Spring) Water, Part 1
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Negi Springfield blinked at the unexpected sight of the black haired girl standing on his doorstep. After a moment, he recognized her from the stories of one of his homeroom students.
"Ah, Kuchiki Rukia-san, is that correct?" the red haired noy teacher smiled. "Pleased to meet you, Sayo-san has told me about you. How may I help you?"
The short and slim teenager sighed. "Actually, no, I'm not Rukia-san..."
Negi blinked. "Oh, you aren't? Sorry, then... I'm afraid I have no idea about your identity, in that case..."
"Please let me in," the short haired girl said wearily, walking past him and into the apartment. Satomi was in the laboratories and Chisame was out shopping groceries, but a small albino girl with red eyes stepped out of the bedroom, barefoot and wearing gym shorts and a white shirt.
"Negi?" the little girl asked, frowning at the stranger. "Who is this?"
"Ah, this is my sister Illyasviel, she's staying with us for the time being," Negi introduced the albino to the other female. Chamo, his white ermine familiar, was perched on Illya's shoulder, and he wrinkled his nose, sniffing warily in the newcomer's direction. "And you would be..."
After a moment or two of looking up and down at Illya, the Rukia-san lookalike dropped onto a couch, exhaling. "My name is Kon, and I'm standing for Rukia-san right now."
Negi lifted his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"It's a long story... We haven't even told Sayo-san yet," the black haired young lady said. "You know that Rukia-san actually is a shinigami hunting runaway evil spirits wrecking havoc across this city, don't you? Sayo-san told you that much, right?"
Negi paled a little. "I didn't, actually! Sayo-san only told me that she can see ghosts!"
"Ah, there you go," Kon-san shook her head sadly. "I suppose that Ichigo made her swear secrecy. Anyway, basically, Ichigo is the guy who gave her those shinigami powers to fight ghosts, since she was born human. A few days ago, Ichigo was kidnapped by his old partners in Soul Society... that's the afterlife, by the way... and being so big-hearted, Rukia-san just had to go rescue him, risking her life! Wah! Rukia-saaaaan!" she wailed while Chamo, Negi and Illya blinked in perplexity. "I told you not to go! Now they'll execute you as well...!"
Finally, Negi pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and handed it to her. As she blew her nose off noisily, Negi said, "I must admit I don't understand. You are replacing Rukia-san, who is in turn replacing this Ichigo-san fellow?" he guessed.
Kon nodded, wringing her hands.
"How can that be?" Negi continued. "Are you some manner of shapeshifter?"
"I'm a Mod Soul," Kon said. Negi's eyes widened, as he had learned about that term in his magic studies. Chamo and Illya gave signs of understanding as well. "Normally I have to put up with being stuck in a stupid puppet because of Ichigo, but right now, I'm using this sexy, I mean very cute imitation body so nobody will suspect Rukia-san is away until she comes back! If she does, that is! Waahhhh! My Rukia-san, whyyyyyyy!"
"... this is a whole lot to take in a single sitting," Negi said faintly. "Is this how Chisame feels all the time?"
Illya sighed, then called out. "Sayoko! Prepare some tea, this is going to be one of those days!"
"Yes, Illya-sama...!" a woman's voice replied.
"That's not all, either!" Kon sobbed. "In my Rukia-san's absence, the evil ghosts have started appearing again, noticing the city is lacking a supernatural defender! No doubt you've heard the news, all those incidents being passed as gas leaks..."
"If you mean the second Sakura Lane vampire, we already solved that issue," Illya said flatly, as an image of Rider briefly appeared hovering over her head making an apologetic gesture.
"No, I don't mean those," Kon said a bit more soberly.
"If you mean the old observatory blowing up, that's accounted and taken care of as well," Negi offered.
"No, I don't mean that either!"
"And if you mean that 'devil crab' incident in Ohtori, our friends Asuna-neechan, Konoka-neechan and Setsuna-neechan took care of that one," Chamo spoke.
"That's not it either! Dammit!" Kon slammed a foot down, completely unfazed by the ermine having just spoken.
"Can't the Sailor Senshi handle that, whatever it is, then?" Illya said disdainfully.
"Well, obviously, they haven't done it so far!" Kon grew agitated. "Sayo once said you were some sort of mage or powerful medium, so I decided turning on to you for help! Rukia-san will kill me if the city is left a crater of the undead by her return!"
"Oh, so now you're assuming she'll make it back," Illya said.
Negi breathed deeply. "If I have to be honest, we are extremely busy with several important matters right now, Kuch-- Kon-san, but our numbers are wide enough, so I suppose I can look into that with the assistance of some of our contacts. We'll do everything we can to keep the citizens and students safe..."
To be fair, he didn't need to have bothered. Because right then, as they spoke, a new, powerful hero was striding fearlessly into the trouble ridden city! A courageous, handsome figure! Tall! Strong looking!
A young, muscular black haired young man was marching across the city leading into Academy City, with a large travel bag thrown over his shoulder.
Who is this mysterious outsider? What does he want? What is his secret agenda? Is he friend or foe to--
His stomach growled loudly, ruining all the dramatic tension achieved so far. Thank you so very much, you asshole.
The young man stopped and took a hand to his stomach. "Man, I'm starving...!" he lamented. "I'd better get a job real quick or I'll die in these streets like a damn dog...!"
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Dead in the (Hot Spring) Water.
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Chapter One: Cold Hands, Warm Heart.
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Negi Springfield blinked at the unexpected sight of the black haired girl standing on his doorstep. After a moment, he recognized her from the stories of one of his homeroom students.
"Ah, Kuchiki Rukia-san, is that correct?" the red haired noy teacher smiled. "Pleased to meet you, Sayo-san has told me about you. How may I help you?"
The short and slim teenager sighed. "Actually, no, I'm not Rukia-san..."
Negi blinked. "Oh, you aren't? Sorry, then... I'm afraid I have no idea about your identity, in that case..."
"Please let me in," the short haired girl said wearily, walking past him and into the apartment. Satomi was in the laboratories and Chisame was out shopping groceries, but a small albino girl with red eyes stepped out of the bedroom, barefoot and wearing gym shorts and a white shirt.
"Negi?" the little girl asked, frowning at the stranger. "Who is this?"
"Ah, this is my sister Illyasviel, she's staying with us for the time being," Negi introduced the albino to the other female. Chamo, his white ermine familiar, was perched on Illya's shoulder, and he wrinkled his nose, sniffing warily in the newcomer's direction. "And you would be..."
After a moment or two of looking up and down at Illya, the Rukia-san lookalike dropped onto a couch, exhaling. "My name is Kon, and I'm standing for Rukia-san right now."
Negi lifted his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"It's a long story... We haven't even told Sayo-san yet," the black haired young lady said. "You know that Rukia-san actually is a shinigami hunting runaway evil spirits wrecking havoc across this city, don't you? Sayo-san told you that much, right?"
Negi paled a little. "I didn't, actually! Sayo-san only told me that she can see ghosts!"
"Ah, there you go," Kon-san shook her head sadly. "I suppose that Ichigo made her swear secrecy. Anyway, basically, Ichigo is the guy who gave her those shinigami powers to fight ghosts, since she was born human. A few days ago, Ichigo was kidnapped by his old partners in Soul Society... that's the afterlife, by the way... and being so big-hearted, Rukia-san just had to go rescue him, risking her life! Wah! Rukia-saaaaan!" she wailed while Chamo, Negi and Illya blinked in perplexity. "I told you not to go! Now they'll execute you as well...!"
Finally, Negi pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and handed it to her. As she blew her nose off noisily, Negi said, "I must admit I don't understand. You are replacing Rukia-san, who is in turn replacing this Ichigo-san fellow?" he guessed.
Kon nodded, wringing her hands.
"How can that be?" Negi continued. "Are you some manner of shapeshifter?"
"I'm a Mod Soul," Kon said. Negi's eyes widened, as he had learned about that term in his magic studies. Chamo and Illya gave signs of understanding as well. "Normally I have to put up with being stuck in a stupid puppet because of Ichigo, but right now, I'm using this sexy, I mean very cute imitation body so nobody will suspect Rukia-san is away until she comes back! If she does, that is! Waahhhh! My Rukia-san, whyyyyyyy!"
"... this is a whole lot to take in a single sitting," Negi said faintly. "Is this how Chisame feels all the time?"
Illya sighed, then called out. "Sayoko! Prepare some tea, this is going to be one of those days!"
"Yes, Illya-sama...!" a woman's voice replied.
"That's not all, either!" Kon sobbed. "In my Rukia-san's absence, the evil ghosts have started appearing again, noticing the city is lacking a supernatural defender! No doubt you've heard the news, all those incidents being passed as gas leaks..."
"If you mean the second Sakura Lane vampire, we already solved that issue," Illya said flatly, as an image of Rider briefly appeared hovering over her head making an apologetic gesture.
"No, I don't mean those," Kon said a bit more soberly.
"If you mean the old observatory blowing up, that's accounted and taken care of as well," Negi offered.
"No, I don't mean that either!"
"And if you mean that 'devil crab' incident in Ohtori, our friends Asuna-neechan, Konoka-neechan and Setsuna-neechan took care of that one," Chamo spoke.
"That's not it either! Dammit!" Kon slammed a foot down, completely unfazed by the ermine having just spoken.
"Can't the Sailor Senshi handle that, whatever it is, then?" Illya said disdainfully.
"Well, obviously, they haven't done it so far!" Kon grew agitated. "Sayo once said you were some sort of mage or powerful medium, so I decided turning on to you for help! Rukia-san will kill me if the city is left a crater of the undead by her return!"
"Oh, so now you're assuming she'll make it back," Illya said.
Negi breathed deeply. "If I have to be honest, we are extremely busy with several important matters right now, Kuch-- Kon-san, but our numbers are wide enough, so I suppose I can look into that with the assistance of some of our contacts. We'll do everything we can to keep the citizens and students safe..."
To be fair, he didn't need to have bothered. Because right then, as they spoke, a new, powerful hero was striding fearlessly into the trouble ridden city! A courageous, handsome figure! Tall! Strong looking!
A young, muscular black haired young man was marching across the city leading into Academy City, with a large travel bag thrown over his shoulder.
Who is this mysterious outsider? What does he want? What is his secret agenda? Is he friend or foe to--
His stomach growled loudly, ruining all the dramatic tension achieved so far. Thank you so very much, you asshole.
The young man stopped and took a hand to his stomach. "Man, I'm starving...!" he lamented. "I'd better get a job real quick or I'll die in these streets like a damn dog...!"
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Dead in the (Hot Spring) Water.
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Chapter One: Cold Hands, Warm Heart.