A/N: Hello Negima!? Fandom! Here's a few things you should know:

This story is complete and looking to be about 40,000 words long minus the final chapter, which I'm working on now, so updates will be fairly often (something along the lines of twice a week, a few days apart). I prefer shorter chapters, so I may post two at a time.

Also, I'm going to say that Tsukuyomi is a full-fledged demon. Was this ever clarified in the manga? I can't remember, but for the sake of this story I'm assuming that's the case.

Other than that, I apologize for the run on sentences (it's a bad habit and I have no beta reader), and I'll likely be continuously re-uploading and editing chapters for grammar mistakes etc. as I go along. I hope you have fun on this horribly melodramatic journey! See you all at the end, I hope :)

Reviews and criticism are welcome, encouraged, and super-duper appreciated.

Warnings: Sex, violence, and frequent cursing.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ken Akamatsu. All lyrics belong to their respective creators.

"I'm just a normal boy,

That sank when I fell overboard…"

-Blue October

Setsuna is only human – or mostly, anyway. Whatever else there is she tactfully chooses to forget, although sometimes she thinks it might be nice to blame everything on some inner demon or other.

But in truth, it's the human in Setsuna that trips her up. You can't stumble with wings after all, but with her feet on solid ground it only takes a moment – just a quick second when her head's in the clouds, and suddenly she's floating and falling and stumbling, entirely human, without wings to catch her.

So something else does instead. Usually it's the floor that serves as a painful reminder.

But this time there is someone waiting with a deceivingly cheerful smile, and a sword that she almost forgets to notice, and that ridiculously puffy dress.

Setsuna doesn't have much time to wonder if it would've been better to hit the ground, because at least a scrape on the knee or a bruise on her chin is easy to understand. But in the short time she has, Setsuna does wonder.

To her defense, it's hard to forget when someone pins you down and strips you of your clothes, your dignity, your power, and slides her hand – just barely – up the side of your ribcage. And it's completely normal for someone to react to things like that, and-

Is she unreasonable for wanting revenge? For wanting to understand what really happened in those few short moments?

"Ohhh," The girl says it long and drawn out, teasingly, "Is that why you sought me out, Senpai? I think this is the first time you have ever come to me. Not to say that I mind."

Yes, that's why she's here, to see what kind of perverted, fucked up, carnage-filled plans Tsukuyomi had in mind when she threatened to make Setsuna her plaything. She manages to say this, although a lot less gracefully, standing with her sword drawn. But she doesn't move, even when the other girl saunters closer.

"It's not for anything else then, right? Only to see what I was thinking?"

Of course Tsukuyomi knows that's not really why Setsuna has gone out of her way to find her. She's all kinds of off-the-charts psychotic, but she knows a decent bit about humans, and she knows even more about Setsuna. Enough to understand that the girl either doesn't realize her own reasons, or isn't admitting them. That doesn't sit well with Tsukuyomi, but years of stalking and watching made her patient. She will wait.

"Why else would I be here?" Setsuna shouts, frustrated and angry, but probably more at herself than at Tsukuyomi.

The blonde is within arm's reach of Setsuna now, and gently, like petting a frightened animal, strokes her cheek.

In a split second and a flash of steel the other girl leaps back, swinging out in a wide, sloppy arc to gain some distance. She's shaking from head to toe, probably questioning why she's still there.

So cute, the blonde smiles to herself.

Tsukuyomi was sincere when she'd threaten to take all of Setsuna if the winged girl remained human in their next battle. As in, rip her gleefully to shreds and eat her up, oh so literally. But looking at this frightened creature with so little resemblance to the naïve and confident girl she'd faced not so long ago, she thinks that maybe Setsuna as a human isn't so bad. It certainly means a plethora of torture methods that wouldn't work on demons.

Although a slower destruction of this girl won't be as immediately satisfying, maybe that's a good thing as well. It means more time with Senpai, at least. Even if Tsukuyomi's lust for carnage won't be sated anytime soon, perhaps she can satisfy herself in other ways.

And by the way Setsuna is looking at her, clearly disappointed that she hasn't given chase, it won't be all that hard to take what she wants.

With this gleeful thought in mind, she easily pins the distraught swordswoman to the carpet of her hideout.

"I don't know, Setsuna-senpai," Tsukuyomi lies, sing-songing the other girl's name, "Maybe you wanted something else from me?"

Setsuna struggles half-heartedly when Tsukuyomi begins a repeat performance, slicing through her shirt and bindings and gently running her knuckles up Setsuna's ribcage.

The feeling is strangely relieving to Setsuna, who knows somewhere in the back of her mind she's been craving it since their encounter not so long ago. With her back pressed to the floor in an exact replica of the last time, she feels more anticipation than anger. Her excuses – what were they? Revenge, curiosity? – are becoming awfully frail, but she clings to them anyway.

Her hands are fisted in the ridiculous pink rug underneath her as Tsukuyomi runs her tongue over Setsuna's bottom lip. She's never felt anything quite like this before, and with her curiosity satisfied and her vengeful ideas dissipated, the thought that this is why she's here rushes to the surface and makes her cringe in self-disgust.

But I'm human too, Setsuna's mind screams, trying to justify. Everyone else gets to have relationships and- and- sex, she thinks, the word still taboo even with someone lying on top of her. Why not her? Should she have to spend the rest of her life lonely and longing for someone just out of reach? The one girl she'll ever want she's not allowed to be with – will never allow herself to be with. During their fight Tsukuyomi had given her that much needed reminder.

The thought of Konoka makes her heart leap into her throat, a million reasons why she shouldn't be here immediately thrust back down by Tsukuyomi's hands on her bare skin, a little too rough.

She wraps her legs around the other girl instinctively, her hatred of those gaudy, impractical Lolita dresses intensifying when it prevents her from getting comfortable.

In a practiced move Tsukuyomi has it off, and Setsuna thinks she might die at the feeling of full-body, skin-to-skin contact. Until the blonde pushes her leg up between Setsuna's thighs, and then she thinks she really must be dead because no physical sensation has ever felt so good.

Tsukuyomi closes her eyes, enjoying the other girl's inexperience. Her Senpai has clearly never even touched herself before, probably because of disinterest or one of her suffocating honor codes, and Tsukuyomi is more than happy to claim ownership of Setsuna's virginity. It's just an easy step in the direction of owning the girl entirely.

With the dress off Setsuna manages to wrap her legs around Tsukuyomi's waist, grinding into her leg, embarrassed by the whimpers that she knows she's making. The friction makes her woozy, and for maybe the second time in her life Setsuna craves, even if she doesn't understand exactly what she wants.

This feels too good to be wrong, Setsuna thinks, startled by her own sharp cry when Tsukuyomi slips a hand underneath her underwear. Somewhere in her head she knows the physical sensations aren't even close to a good excuse, and she distantly wonders if this is betrayal. Fraternizing with the enemy is certainly traitorous to her comrades, she doesn't fool herself into thinking it's not treachery in that regard. But that's not her main concern.

It's not like we're dating… People have sex with other people all the time, Setsuna thinks, slowly convincing herself. Forgetting her troubles is certainly easier when Tsukuyomi pays rhythmic attention to a spot that makes Setsuna arch back so hard her head bounces against the floor.

Tsukuyomi, for her part, rather likes that Setsuna grits her teeth during sex like she's in pain. The emotional turmoil is definitely a turn on too, she thinks happily.

It's true, Setsuna thinks, although even her thoughts are becoming garbled, it's just sex. It's not like Tsukuyomi and I care about each other, I just- I need-

What's left of coherent thought quickly exits Setsuna's mind. She finally lets go of the carpet to rip off their remaining clothing, not caring that Tsukuyomi's underwear looks more expensive than the entirety of her own wardrobe. The other girl does seems to care, however, or at least uses it as an excuse.

Tsukuyomi smiles and Setsuna quickly recognizes this as a sign of danger.

But trapped beneath the girl and willingly subjecting herself to the blonde's whim, she can do little when Tsukuyomi forcefully shoves the hilt of Setsuna's own sword inside of her.

Setsuna might have laughed at the fucked-upness of it all, if it didn't hurt so badly.

She'd experienced worse than this many times over in her life, but nothing quite as intimate, and she can't help the shudder of pain that wracks her. She's surprised to feel Tsukuyomi kiss her gently on the jawline, right underneath her ear. The gesture is almost loving, until it's accompanied by the simultaneous twisting of the sword inside of her. Surprised, Setsuna grunts and bites her lip, trying not to cry out in pain.

Tsukuyomi giggles delightedly, gently running kisses fit for lovers along her Senpai's jaw and down her neck, whispering sweet words of comfort – "It's alright Senpai, I'll take care of you" – and fucking her until she can feel delicious blood making her fingers stick together.

But maybe they're more suited for each other than she imagined, Tsukuyomi thinks. Even though the taller girl beneath her is gasping in pain, she still lifts her hips to meet Tsukuyomi's ravaging hands.

"Don't tell me you like this, Senpai?" She asks teasingly, happy even though she knows she won't get a coherent response.

As predicted, Setsuna's only reaction is to reach up and yank the other girl down for a kiss. But as Tsukuyomi pulls back, she's impressed to find Setsuna can still speak through all her emotional and physical turmoil, even if it's only one word.

"Please," she whispers clearly, and as if Tsukuyomi isn't having enough fun that one word turns her blood and power induced high up a notch.

"Please what?" She asks, usually preferring more of a challenge but somehow pleased by how easy Setsuna breaks this time.

With a shaky grip Setsuna guides Tsukuyomi's other hand back between her thighs, and the blonde doesn't push any harder for words because she knows Setsuna doesn't have them.

And she's right; Setsuna cannot put a phrase together for what she wants, can only squeeze her eyes shut and whimper and moan and the only word she can hang on to is please please please, even if she doesn't know what she's asking for. As if attached to that one word is her last shred of dignity, but with every repetition it unwinds further, and she is so close to something –

And Tsukuyomi stops suddenly, leaving Setsuna confused and gasping.

"I need," She says simply, unable to verbalize anything else in the absence of – of – whatever was about to happen.

"You keep your promises, don't you, Senpai?"

– please, I need –

"Make me a promise, and I'll give you what you need."

The frustrated girl makes a noise that sounds close enough to "yes."

"You have to visit me until I tell you it's alright to stop. Do you promise?"

"Y-yes," Setsuna manages, trying to find that sweet friction again. Tsukuyomi smiles, happy to have her Senpai's word, and continues where she left off.

"You'll be mine, won't you?" She whispers as Setsuna is writhing beneath her.

When she doesn't receive an answer Tsukuyomi withdraws the sword, replacing it with her fingers and curling them slowly and forcefully inside the other girl.

"Yes," Setsuna gasps.

"Mine?" She asks again like a child, making that same delightful motion that has Setsuna losing all of the self-control she so prides herself on.

"Yours," Setsuna manages, abandoning herself completely.

Tsukuyomi shudders with pleasure at the tortured sound that Setsuna makes when she comes, a choked scream to mirror both of their violent satisfaction.

Setsuna feels her body tighten and coil and ache. In a brief moment while she is wracked with sensation – falling, stumbling, slipping, losing control underneath the only hands that have ever really touched her – she sees Tsukuyomi smile, and knows that hitting the ground would have indeed been better.

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