Ok, before this starts I want to clear a few things up. This fan fic is the main reason I haven't done anything in a while. I've been wanting to write this since June, but I've actually been taking the time to plan it out for once. I've spent months fine tuning the details. I've got certain things ideas that have been full fleshed out in my head. Ideas that span many points in Negima cannon. I've spent ages coming up with Naruko's past, her personality, her friendships and connections to the other characters. I've got her end game planned; I've got everything I could think of for this fic planned and I'm finally happy to start writing it. This fic is actually the reason Because Proper Story Structure Is Boring exists; I got so annoyed with coming up with plausible plots and shit for this fic that I just needed to write some random crap to get the frustration out of my system. I nearly had a mental breakdown over this fic; it turned me into a raving lunatic who was screaming just to get the stress out.

This is my favorite idea so far, and it has big plans. One of my plans as to wait until I've got several chapters done, but that would take ages. I know from experience that positive feedback makes me want to write more, and if i get any then my desire to write would sky rocket further.

I've always liked Negima (especially Naruto crossovers, despite what I've said about them in the past- that only applies to some), but this idea has made me like it even more- it's even got me reading it again, and I've gotten further in it than ever. But don't worry about not knowing about anything that happens later in Negima- one of my best friends is a HUGE Negima fan, and I know the full plot from him. He's also my proofreader; he checks to see if characters personalities are right and stuff like that. He's basically the authority on Negima.

So, please feel free to give any kind of feedback if you want to see this fic continue. I don't even care if it's negative- AS LONG AS IT IS CONSTRUCTIVE!

Ok, that's all I have to say, on with the story.

A solitary flower can be seen to be the saddest, and yet most beautiful thing in the world.

Growing alone without another for company would seem, to most people, horribly tragic. Humans in general are social creatures, and solitude is often undesirable and scary to them. To these beings, seeing a lone flower would bring that fear to the surface and they would pity the flower for its solitude.

Yet at the same time, seeing that single flower might bring them hope. It can be seen as a metaphor of life; that no matter how rough and terrible somewhere may be, something beautiful can still flourish and survive. Those people, instead of pitying the flower, would respect it.

But in the end of the day, a flower cares not for anyone's pity or respect. For it is just a flower: an unfeeling and unaware life form that can offer no words or actions of comfort.

And the Demon Child was painfully all too aware of this.

Because no matter how long she stared at that solitary flower in her cell, it did not stare back.

No matter how much she spoke to it, it did not speak back.

No matter how much she ignored it, it didn't care.

But despite all of this, whenever she returned to that cell covered in blood that may or may not be her own, that single solitary flower brought her as much comfort as a Demon could feel.

"…Hey, Mr Flower…" The girl stared once more at the flower in the corner of her cell, her empty eyes gazing into its uncaring visage over her knees, "You think I'll ever leave this place?" Silence. "…Yeah, you're probably right."

She stared.

It didn't stare back.

"Hey…mind if I smell you again?" Silence. "You always smell nice. You don't smell like blood." Silence. "Thanks." Crawling on her hands and knees, she shuffled over to the small flower. Lowering her nose down to it, she inhaled it's fresh smell. "Yeah…you always smell like-"

Ramen.

The nose of a teenage girl twitched. The scent of handmade ramen wafted into the nostrils of a dark skinned blond with whisker-esc marks on her cheeks. Blue eyes snapped open. In a scramble of limbs she flung herself out of bed into a mess of sheets and a duvet cover. The delicious smell sent the girl into a frenzy making her desperate to escape from her clothy confines. The sound of feet trotting by stilled her movements, "Smells good, aru." The tangled girl's movements grew in desperation.

"Oi, hands of my ramen Ku!" The tanned girl's voice, despite being muffled through the sheets, was heard loud and clear, "Ya' touch my bowl and I'll teach ya' to say 'I'm sorry Naruko-sama, it won't happen again' before I kick ya' ass!" Having had enough of her fabric oppressor, Naruko tore a hole in the sheet and climbed out of it, revealing blonde hair that was short in the fringe, but fell down to her jaw at the sides- covering her ears- and down to her neck at the back. She ran out of the sleeping area into the kitchenette where two other girls were sat. One looked as if she could be Naruko's twin, if you ignored their facial features and only focused on their hair or skin tone that is. Her eyes were as green as the similarly coloured type of tea that sat in three cups on the table. The other girl was a lot plainer looking, seeming out of place with her dull russet hair and dark brown eyes when compared to her brighter pigmented roommates. The brunette sent Naruko a smile and indicated that her bowl was placed before the empty seat at the table. "Thanks, Satsuki. I bet it tastes great!" In seconds the bowl was devoured. "I was wrong- it tasted amazing!" Satsuki smiled as Naruko glanced around for seconds.

"I'm glad you liked it; would you like some more?" Satsuki spoke in a soft tone, standing up as she did so. She didn't even bother to wait for a response before going to the counter and picking up a large cooking pot.

"More, aru!" The third teenager declared, putting down her bowl with a loud thud. Naruko grabbed her and Satsuki's tea before they spilled from the impact, but the other's was not so quickly rescued. "Ah!" Naruko glared at the Chinese girl.

"Watch it, Ku. What if that was my ramen ya' had spilled, huh?" Naruko put Satsuki's cup back down and took a deep sip from her own. "Thank you!" She chirped as Satsuki scooped more ramen into her bowl, which was gone in seconds.

"One more bowl, Naruko-san; Ku-san and I need some too." Naruko rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

"O-Oh yeah, ha ha ha…" Ku had tried and failed to clean up her tea, so she resorted to using her pyjama shirt to mop up the mess. Satsuki shook her head slightly and took the shirt from her hands.

"I'll fetch a kitchen towel. Please be more careful next time, ok?" Ku nodded with a bright smile.

"I try, aru." Naruko's eyes glanced down to and lingered at the Chinese girl's bra clad chest for a moment, until she was hit around the head by a ladle.

"Ow!"

"No perving at the table, Naruko-san."

"Sorry." Ku was utterly oblivious to what just occurred, too focused on her food to notice she had been perved on. Seeing her dedication to filling her stomach Naruko felt inspired and picked up her bowl and swallowed the contents. With a loud gasp of delight she slammed the bowl on the table, causing her tea cup to wobble. "Ahh, that hit the spo- shit my tea!" Naruko frantically tried scooping the spilled tea into her palm, before the searing pain in her hand reminded her that it was hot! "AH! DAMNIT!" Naruko jumped away from the table, her chain smashing into pieces on the floor as she hopped around while clutching her hand. "It burns!"

"Looks like we need to buy a new chair again." Satsuki sighed as she mopped up tea once more, ignoring the yelping girl behind her. Ku simply ate her ramen, ignoring Naruko also.

"You guys suck!" Naruko yelled before rushing to the sink and blasting the cold water tap. "…Uh, Satsuki…"

"You broke the tap again, didn't you?"

"Sorry!" Ku blinked as drops of water landed on her head.

"Rain-aru?" She held her hand up and looked at the ceiling quizzically, while in the background Naruko and Satsuki frantically tried to stem the bursts of water from the tap.

"It won't stop!"

"Oh dear."

10 minutes later

"Whadda ya' mean ya' can't fix a tap?" Naruko asked a Chinese girl with black hair up in two buns incredulously. "Ya' build robots and shit when you're bored! How is one shitty tap a problem?!" Chao Linshen closed one eye and smiled apologetically. She was holding an umbrella, defending herself against the onslaught of water coming from the sink. Ku and Satsuki were under it with her, while Naruko held the remains of her broken chair over her head. Chao was the only one still bone dry, seeing as she had the foresight to bring an umbrella in the first place.

"I'm an inventor, not a plumber."

"What's the difference?" Naruko asked, tilting her head curiously; Chao sweatdropped. She opened her mouth to explain it to her, before shutting it again.

'The explanation would only be lost on her.'

"Another kitchen ruined." Satsuki sighed, staring solemnly at the soaked room before her. Naruko bit her lip, actually feeling a little guilty, and turned to the chef nervously.

"Er, yeah…" Satsuki turned with raised brow, and Naruko stammered nervously, "Sorry, Satsuki…" Satsuki smiled happily, and a pit formed in Naruko's stomach. 'Wh-What's with that look?'

"Don't worry about it, Naruko-san; after all, you'll be working for free at Chao Bao Zi to pay for it. Isn't that right, Chao-san?" Chao smirked as Naruko's eyes practically popped out of her skull.

"EH?! Bu- It was an accident!" She exclaimed, staring at her friends with horror filled eyes, blanching at the very thought of doing something so tediously boring; even though it was hard to tell with her skin tone. Satsuki shrugged casually.

"Well, then I guess we can sell your manga collection to make up for the damages." The paling was very obvious now.

"NO! Not the manga!" Naruko cried, bringing her hands together, practically begging the other girl. "Please, I'll do anything." She fell to her knees and clutched Satsuki's shirt. Tears poked at the corners of her eyes, "ANYTHING!" She let go and fell onto her hands and knees, her hair covering her eyes as a dark shadow fell over her. "Not the manga!" Satsuki's smile didn't shift in the slightest, and Chao and Ku watched the interaction with unsettled expressions.

"Ok then, I suppose I can just cut back on making you ramen for a while." Naruko went stiff; Satsuki's smile didn't waver. "After all, it is very expensive to make you ramen every da-"

"OK I'LL DO IT!" Naruko cried out falling to her side and rocking in the fetal position. "Just don't take my ramen and manga!" The sight of a fourteen year old, 5ft 8in girl rocking back and forth while being pelted with water made a very pathetic image, and yet Satsuki's smile didn't even so much as twitch.

"Great, I'll see you after school, Naruko-san." As the chef went to call an actual plumber this time, Chao and Ku exchanged unnerved looks before glancing down at Naruko. The message was received loud and clear.

Don't fuck with a chef's kitchen!

"ACHOO!" Naruko let out a loud sneeze, the force of which rocked her seat back ever so slightly. She sniffed, ignoring the way the rest of the classmates were staring at her. She rubbed her nose with a finger, before sneezing again. Next to her, a short girl with long blonde hair twitched in restrained anger, her teeth grit so hard it was almost painful. The girl's porcelain features were taut, and an angry glare was sent from the corner of icy blue eyes.

"Would you stop with your incessant sneezing!" The Immortal Loli Vampire, Evangeline A.K. McDowell snapped, finally snapping after the twenty-third (she'd counted) sneeze in a row. "I swear, if you sneeze one more time I will-"

"ACHOO!" Evangeline was cut off when Naruko- who had turned around to face her- sneezed in her face. Eva had instinctively closed her eyes, but she could tell that there was something rather unwanted on her face. Those who were aware of her reputation were torn between being nervous and amused, though the latter won out due to the vampire's curse, and lack of power. Immediately, a girl with long green hair was by her side, wiping her face clean with a handkerchief. Once done, Karakuri Chachamaru returned to her seat. Ever so slowly, Evangeline opened her eyes and sent her most deadly glare at the sheepishly grinning Naruko.

"You're the first to die."

"Ya' know ya' love me, Eva-chan!" Evangeline's glare turned deadlier- if that was even possible- and turned to face the front of the class; she twitched when she noticed half of the class looking at her.

"What are you lot looking at?!" She snapped, and the onlookers quickly turned around; on some deep, primal level, their instincts told them it was in their best interests to do so. Naruko chuckled, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. Deciding it was probably best to leave the shorter blonde alone for a while- a surprising amount of insight on her part- Naruko turned around and looked out the window.

'School sucks.' Her cheeks puffed in annoyance, a childish pout set upon her face. 'Wish he would hurry up and get here so things can finally get interesting.' The classroom door slammed open, quieting all discussion as a very angry Kagurazaka Asuna stormed into the room. She was a girl of moderate height with long orange hair tied up in twin tails, and dual coloured eyes- one blue and one green. She, unlike everyone else, was dressed in the schools track suit instead of the Mahora Girls middle school uniform. Close behind her was the always cheery Konoe Konoka, a nice girl with waist-length black hair and large brown eyes. She was dressed in the appropriate uniform, which consisted of a burgundy waistcoat over a white collar shirt. Around her neck was a red ribbon. Also, she wore mid-thigh length, red school skirt, patterned with downwards white lines and pale red squares, along with black socks pulled up an inch or so below her knees, and simple brown loafers.

"Oh ho ho ho!" Asuna's bad mood didn't seem to improve when a pompous laugh rang through the room, and the dual eyed girl glared at another girl with blonde hair that came down to her calves, and green eyes. Yukihiro Ayaka's hair had always baffled Naruko- who would want to have hair that long? Anyone could just grab it and you'd be at a disadvantage in a fight. That's why she kept her hair so short. Nobody was going to get close enough to her to grab it anyway, but long hair was also a nuisance in a fight- it got in your eyes damn it! "Looks like you can't even remember to wear the correct uniform, Asuna-san. Only fitting from a monkey like you; even Naruko-san can remember that much." Naruko blinked, pulled out of her thoughts on the disadvantages of hair. Asuna growled taking a step forward with her fist clenched tightly.

"You wanna go Inch-"

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!" Naruko yelled, finally registering the insult for what it was. The two at the front of the class stopped their impending argument and along with the rest of the class, turned to the fuming blonde in the back. A few snickers came at her expense, and Ayaka deadpanned.

"Nothing, Naruko-san." Naruko blinked again, immediately calming down.

"Oh, ok." And with that she went back to staring out of the window; quite a few sweatdrops fell at the sudden shift. Shaking her head, Ayaka turned to continue her argument; however Asuna was already talking away with Konoka. With a grand huff, the Class President returned to her seat. Seeing this from the corner of her eyes, Naruko pouted. 'Aww, I wanted to see 'em go at it! Rolling on the floor, scratching each other…writhing…' A perverted snicker left her lips, which she tried muffling with her hand. From Evangeline's rolling eyes from next to her, she knew she hadn't succeeded. 'Huh. Usually Eva-chan would say summit…oh yeah she's pissed at me fo-' "ACHOO!" The memory of the source of the Vampire's ire brought with it another round of sneezing.

"Have you never heard of a tissue before?!" A girl diagonally from Evangeline's left turned around with an annoyed glare from behind round glasses. Her hair was orange like Asuna's, but her eyes were only one colour, brown. "Do you have any idea how disgusting it is to keep sneezing in the air like that?!" Hasegawa Chisame snapped- which was rather out of character for the solitary teenager. Snapping at your classmates randomly was far too abnormal for a reasonably grounded girl like Chisame; she seemed to realise this too as she quickly turned around, looking to see if anyone spotted her outburst. Irritated grumblings emanated from her as she burnt hole into her desk with her gaze.

"Excuse me, Uzumaki-san," Naruko faced forward to see Chachamaru turning around in her seat, holding out a white handkerchief. The green haired girl sat directly in front of Naruko, so all she had to do was shift her body slightly to face her. "It would be best if you took this in case you give anyone else your budding cold." Naruko blinked, absently taking the white cloth from her hand. "Also, might I suggest going to see Minamoto-sensei after class to acquire some cold medicine?"

"Er…sure I'll do that…cheers…" Naruko thanked unsurely. Chachamaru nodded and turned back around; ignoring the angry look she was receiving from Evangeline. "ACHoo!" Naruko sneezed into the handkerchief, and pulling away she was glad Chachamaru gave it to her. Shrugging, she scrunched it up and put it on the edge of her desk. 'Yeesh, as if having to do work weren't bad already, now I got a damn cold too! Ain't my fault the tap broke…clearly it weren't good enough to withstand my awesomeness!' A self-assured grin tugged at the corner of her lips, and she sat back with her arms crossed. 'Ya' know what, screw this cold! I'm so awesome I'll beat it with sheer willpower!' Her nose twitched as the urge to sneeze crept up on her but she determinedly held it in. Her smirk grew at her success, yet the need to sneeze persevered. Her nose started twitching, so she scrunched up her face in an attempt to stave off the urge.

'What the hell is she doing?' Evangeline watched with a deadpanned expression as Naruko's face went through a plethora of absurd motions, a full-of-herself grin standing strong through it all. 'That stupid grin,' Eva's eyes narrowed on the blonde's face, studying the smug upturning of the girls lips, 'that damned grin!' In her mind's eye, other faces overlapped the girls, and the image had her clenching a fist. 'She's so much like them that it's uncanny! She'd fit right in with those idiotic, perverted, smug bunch of utter morons!' Evangeline closed her eyes and took a quiet, yet deep breath. Getting angry would do her no good.

As a wise human once said; 'Don't get mad, get even'. A philosophy Evangeline had lived by for centuries ever since she killed the one who turned her into a vampire. Robert F. Kennedy had managed to sum it up for her rather nicely, in her opinion.

'As soon as this curse is broken…' She let the internal threat taper off, not needing to acknowledge it consciously. 'For a year, I've had to sit next to this idiot, constantly being reminded of that damned Ala Ruba! That one year was worse than the fourteen years before it combined! At least I was only bored out of my mind before.' She had it all planned. When she was freed, she figured she had at least enough time to kill at least one person before Konoe Konoemon or Takahata T. Takamichi caught up to her; them being two of the very few in the world (magical or mundane) who might even have a chance at besting her in combat (not that she'd ever admit that out loud). And if Evangeline A.K. McDowell only had time to kill one person in the world, Uzumaki Naruko would be the one to die. At least, if anyone from Ala Ruba wasn't in the immediate vicinity that is. 'As long as she isn't like that 'Immortal Fool' then it will be easy.' Centuries of practice kept her evil intentions off her face and out of her eyes, so her expression showed nothing of the sadistic glee she derived from the very thought of finally being able to use her power to drive her own desires once again.

Evangeline was taken out of her evil musings by a commotion at the front of the room, followed by rambunctious laughter from the class. With a twitching brow she looked over to see the source of the beginnings of yet another migraine. Her annoyed expression dropped into one of shock when she saw him sitting on the floor with a bucket on his head. Her vision went red for a moment, before her rage halted when she realised that it wasn't truly him. Instead it was a miniature version of him, almost identical if not for the glasses and the small ponytail. As the boy was surrounded by her 'classmates', Evangeline tried putting the pieces together.

"Hey! Are you ok?" The more excitable members of 2-A were crowded around the boy, with Shiina Sakurako from the cheerleader trio pulling the bucket off his head, and Ayaka kneeling next to him with a large sweatdrop.

"Sorry about that! We thought you were the new teacher!" Despite the reveal that it was just a kid, Naruko was still laughing at the prank, which involved the poor, unsuspecting child being smashed on the head by a bucket- and the water in it- before sprawling head over heels and hitting his back into the teacher's desk. Yet even the loud laughter from Naruko didn't stop Evangeline hearing the next words from Minamoto Shizuna's- the school's nurse- mouth.

"No he is your new teacher." She declared with a cheerful clap, blissfully ignoring the stunned silence from the students; Naruko had even stopped laughing. "Come on; introduce yourself, Negi-kun." The boy nodded, taking a deep nervous breath and moving to stand behind the desk in front of the sprawling blackboard.

"U-Um…I'm, I'm-" he stammered nervously, sweating slightly at the expectant looks from the thirty plus girls before him. "My name is Negi Springfield-" the rest of his introduction was white noise to Evangeline's ears as his name echoed around her head.

'Springfield…Springfield…Spring-' Evangeline quickly schooled her expression into a calm mask of indifference, barely holding back the smirk that had threatened to tug at the corner of her lips. As the majority of the class proceeded to yell exclamations of the brat's 'cuteness' and crowded him once more, Evangeline A.K. McDowell's devious brain once again whirled into action. 'The sins of the father will be erased by the blood of the son!' Once again ignorant of Evangeline's dark plots, Naruko watched the happenings with a small grin on her face, her finger tapping a dent into the desk she leaned on.

'Finally, things are going to start getting fun around here!'

Her muscles tensed, flexed from the slight movement as she prepared herself. A body came at her from the left, but a single, swift punch tore through synthetic skin and mechanical workings. The body flew from the force of the strike, its chest cavity caved in, before exploding as it hit a group of replicas. She hadn't even looked at where she was punching, and she once again neglected to do so as she grabbed an arm and pulled. A tall figure stumbled into the small pillar of light that passed for the rooms light source. A man with wild spiky hair and a pair of dark sunglasses on his face was revealed. Those sunglasses were soon shattered along with his face as another fist tore through his head, and the headless body was swung and thrown into another approaching android. The two were gone from sight instantly, though the sound of shattering metal signalled their destruction.

For a few seconds she stood there, the heat from the solitary light above her having zero effect on her body. Not even the last ten minutes of activity had brought about a single bead of sweat on her body, dark skin still as dry as it had been from the start. Blonde hair shifted slightly as the sound of mechanical whirrings reached sensitive ears, but apart from a small twitch from her ears, she did not move. Seconds later, a beam of concentrated whatever it was struck the blonde's stagnant form. An explosion bloomed, dust and smoke creating a cloud around the girl's position.

A shape jumped from the dust cloud, and a foot met the face of another robot, whose mouth was wide open with a cannon sticking out of it. The head shattered on impact, the torso following shortly after as the other foot collided with it and toppled the body to the ground. Cracks spread out along the floor as a bare foot landed amidst pieces of machinery, with the other landing lightly next to it. Standing up from a crouch, Naruko grinned as the rest of the lights in the room switched on, revealing pieces of robot lying scattered around the floor.

"Impressive as always Naruko; I thought that laser had ended your flawless streak for sure." From behind still opening metal doors with black and yellow lines along the edges emerged none other than Chao Linghsen, changed out of her school uniform and into a more traditional Chinese garb. Naruko herself had changed clothing, clad in nothing but a pair of orange athletic shorts and a white tank top that did little to hide her less than modest bust. Around her neck was a chain that dipped down between her breasts, hiding what was on the end of it from the world. Hazel brown eyes examined the mess Naruko had made; Chao down to pick up a severed head and rotated it in her hands, eyeing it carefully. "Keep this up and I'll have no Tanaka-sans left." Naruko scoffed and kicked the legs of the last destroyed Tanaka next to her.

"Not my fault if these things are too weak to give me a challenge." Chao smiled and held the head under her arm, turning her attention back to Naruko.

"Yes, you are scarily strong at times. Honestly I'd be worried if we ever had to fight." Naruko preened from the praise of her power, before blinking as Chao finished her sentence. A grin soon spread on Naruko's lips, and she relocated her hands to her wide hips.

"Heh, not like that'll ever happen." Chao's smile widened and her eyes narrowed slightly at the blonde's words.

"Good to hear." Looking back at the head again she poked the sunglasses, grimacing as they shattered at her light touch. "I'm not entirely kidding about running out however; keep this up and I really will be out of them." Naruko shrugged.

"Meh, not my fault they break like a rock from a single punch."

"Most people can't break rock with a punch." Chao deadpanned, though a small smile was threatening to spread. Naruko blinked and tilted her head slightly.

"Really?" The smile did take over now, and Chao shook her head fondly, chuckling under her breath.

"Yes, really." Chao brought her hand to her chin and began stroking it, as if she were an old wise man with a beard. "Hmm, perhaps Hakase and I could build a stronger robot for you to spar with. Chachamaru could probably match you, but I doubt Evangeline will appreciate her servant being constantly under repair. It would be time consuming, but think of the time saved from not having to build more Tanakas…" As Chao started muttering to herself, Naruko ignored her and started doing cool down stretches. As she pondered, Chao eyed Naruko from the corner of her eyes. 'And from the data I've gained from Naruko's training…' Chao nodded to herself, intrigued by her idea. "So, how was work at the Chao Bao Zi?" Naruko paused in the middle of a shoulder stretch, her dark skin dropping a few shades.

"Crap!" Chao swiftly side-stepped out of the way of the door as Naruko went barging past. Chao laughed once the blonde was out of earshot, amused at the girl's antics. Shaking her head, she examined the remains of the robots around her.

"She could have at least helped me clean up." The genius sweatdropped, turning around with a sigh, "Time to get the broom…" As Chao swept up the mess, she pondered the advantages of installing a trap hole across the whole floor. 'At least it would save me sweeping up the scrap…until it gets full…Sigh.' Sometimes, being a genius was hard.

Ok, there's chapter one. What do you think? Any good, want to see more?

I'm already about a third done with the next chapter, but some feedback will hasten it's completion. Questions are also welcome, and some might even be answered by Naruko herself- if i can convince her to do it.

Might need Satsuki's help with that, though.

This fic is the chance for me to enjoy writing once again, so no matter what, I want to write more of it. All that your feedback will do is hasten the writing process. And even though University comes first, with enough enthusiasm I can write even after a 7/8 hour Uni day.

Until next time

(Edit: 20/11/2014- Fixed some grammatical errors)