Yeah I know long time no see, im trying my hand in a couple of things and hopefully you'll enjoy this one, so please read it and let me know what you think, bye

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The computer screen blinked as it waited for something, anything to happen.

Negi Springfield looked morosely at the picture of the girl that was taped to the side of his computer. She was smiling a giant smile with blond hair over her light green eyes. In the picture, she looked so happy, so joyous, of full of life. Who could tell that she was dead?

Negi stepped back from the computer as it blinked slowly on the table before him in the very center of the room. He looked around his tiny, studio apartment. The white walls were splashed with scattered light from his floor to ceiling windows that dominated the left wall, opposite the door. Behind him, the two closets sat, filled to the bursting point. Before him, across the table, was the bathroom and kitchen, with the small door that led to the shower.

Negi turned away from the monitor, looking over the room. It was messy, but not really dirty with kicked-away piles of clothes, roughly stacked magazines and half discarded musings while his literal attempts occupied the emptiness. With the hardwood floors and white walls, it seemed perpetually half-empty as his exhausted footsteps echoed in his ears.

"Damn!" He spontaneously shouted, kicking his denim jacket on the floor. The jacket slid across the slick wood floor, colliding with his frameless bed. He turned back around, at the small, minimalist weight-lifting bench, punching bag, and the mini-fridge that opposed the bed. "Come on!" He shouted to himself, his voice echoing narcissistically back at him.

He looked around his room, his eyes falling to the wall by the closet. For a moment, his tired eyes looked longingly to his gym bag. He looked to his left out through the windows, to the large building that he trained in, seeing the other enthusiasts out there, living their lives, rather than living someone else's death.

Negi stormed back over to his keyboard, leaning on the sides of the collapsible table. He looked down at the array of hand-written and hand-scribbled notes that were attached to every conceivable surface. Everything from notebook paper to the neon yellow of legal pads to napkins from fast food restaurants filled the table's surface. Everywhere, there were ideas. Except in his head.

"Damn!" He shouted again, throwing himself exhaustedly back from the computer. "Come on, damn it. Come on, Negi. Get with it." But as he dropped his hands from the sides of his head, he just stared at the monitor. The screen continued to slowly blink, as if reminding him of the wasted time that was passing by second by second. He watched the screen, as if mesmerized. But still, nothing came. He finally gave in and headed for the shower.

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With a sweep of his hand, Negi drove away the misty reminder of his shower, exposing the foggy sadness in his expression. With the white foam concealing his jaw, he tilted his head to the side, holding the blue shaving razor to his neck.

With a slow stroke, he drew a wide line across his face, exposing his slightly pale skin that meshed submissively with his light brown hair. The subsequent strokes by the razor cleared the foam away, leaving Negi staring at his own reflection.

Dressed in only his pair of black jeans and nothing else, he could see the splintered scars across his body that came from his hobbies and his lifestyle of being a fighter. Over his left eye, just in the corner, he could clearly see that an underestimation of reach of the fist had given him long ago, while its museum of siblings rested across his body. He put his shirt on and grabbed his gym bag, it was time to get ready.

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He sat back in the plastic booth of the plastic restaurant. The red and orange design made him sick, but he endured. He looked at the steaming, almost appetizing breakfast before him. He took the knife in hand and paired it with the fork. Slowly, almost unwillingly, he started to eat.

As soon as Negi got a mouthful of food to his lips, another former college student slid into the booth across from him. Negi looked up as the grinning rocker sighed out who stared right back at him. "Man, I had a great night." The radiant smile announced.

"Apparently, it isn't over, Chamo." Negi said, sitting up, pushing his short-cropped brown hair up and away from his eyes out of habit, not need. "You look you haven't gone to sleep yet."

"Got that right." Chamo shrugged. "You miss too much by sleeping, man. Besides, I hooked up with this girl, man. And she could . . ."

"Right." Negi said, swallowing nervously. "You said you wanted to get together this early so… what's up?"

"I've found a place we need to go check out." Chamo said, leaning across the table of the half-empty fast food stop as if he was whispering a great secret. "This place is supposed to have some great… music."

"Okay?" Negi acquiesced, raising an eyebrow and hoping to see why he was being taken along. "Where is it?"

"I'll take you there." Chamo answered with an infectious grin. "Come on." He said, getting up.

Negi shoveled the last of the eggs into his mouth and grabbed his dry biscuit with his bare hands. Stuffing the trash into the bin behind him as he followed Chamo, Negi shoved the biscuit into his mouth as he tore open his tiny container of orange juice and slung his gym bag over his shoulder. "So where is it that we're going?" Negi called after Chamo.

The strip club was a single, giant room. The large club was mostly empty as the morning crew was just getting things into gear. The cages and small stages around the expansive singular space were all empty, while the large, main stage that descended down into the room was occupied by a single woman dressed in a cheap plastic imitation of an angel.

"It's eleven-thirty in the morning." Negi grumbled loudly over the porn music as he sat back in the comfortable chair directly in front of the stage. "What are we doing here?"

"Research." Chamo called back, watching the girl as he leaned over to the balding accountant next to Negi. He turned back and joined the small population of depressed and dark-minded men who sat around the single stage. "When we get rich and famous," Chamo continued after a moment. "We'll have to remember places like these for comparison."

"Rich and famous?" Negi asked, annoyed. "I was barely able to afford my rent and breakfast this morning. And you wanted me to pay a fourteen dollars cover charge to get in here? To stare at these girls?" Negi sat back, his annoyance growing. "Chamo, this is stupid."

"It's not stupid." The wannabe fighter countered, disregarding the girl as she squatted down towards the right side of the platform. "This is the hottest club in the city. And I've heard, and you have too, that the "music" here is killer."

"Yeah, right" Negi argued as he grabbed his stuff to get ready to go. "Look, I have to get ready for the next fight and this," He pointed up to the girl as she ran her plastic wing between her legs. "Isn't going to help, I have to get to the gym."

"Look. Just cheer up, huh?" Chamo encouraged, hitting Negi on the leg. "Just enjoy this place, huh. This is a classy joint."

"That's a lie and you know it."

"You're bound to get some inspiration here." Chamo went on, undaunted by his friend's cynicism. "Besides, you're equally as bound to find a girl in here that you like."

"I hate you." Negi said, turning away from Chamo. "I hate you so much." He looked around away from the stage, at the dark mid-day strip club. Circulating throughout the entire establishment were half-naked girls dressed in cat or bunny ears, carrying drinks and snacks to front tables where the assorted lecherous men watched and, sometimes, grabbed.

Negi shook his head and turned back to the main stage as the song wound down. The girl, with her angel's wings in hand traipsed with exaggerated motions back to the curtains at the back of the stage as the song slowly wound to a thankful end. Negi rolled his eyes. "See!" Chamo said, hitting Negi again on the leg. "Tell me that wasn't fun?"

"That wasn't fun."

"You suck, dude." Chamo said, looking away. "Just chill for a little while. If it still sucks in half an hour, we'll jet."

"I'm going to hold you to that." Negi said, as the dim lights lowered a bit more. And slowly, rising up from the speakers around the club, Mark heard a familiar tone hit. He sat up, looking around. "That's the song..." He said with a quizzical look on his face. Slowly, the look turned into a smile. "What's it called?" As he spoke, his eyes traveled up to the stage in the center of the club, his anxiety immediately replaced with curious wonderment.

And there behind the curtains, Negi could see the shape of a woman.

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Well thats it, and maybe ill continue it if people review, but please review, oh and I dont own Mahou sensei negima, cool show though and well awesome manga