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Title: Chronicles of The True Mahora Sentai
your ff.net penname: TeKnAm AKA Kamen Rider Velke

Category your story fits under: Anime
Genre: Mystery/Drama
Status: in progress
Rating: M for bad language and violence.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Negima, however, Nogias and all of the characters with him are mine.
Summary: It's year four for Negi's class, but there's a surprise this year: a new teacher who'll be subbing for Negi every other week! But, HE'll be teaching them to fight instead of english! More enemies, more romance, more drama, and sibling surprises! R&R!

:TEASER!:

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PROLOGUE: Shadow Saviour: Glowing Smile of Truth!

Chizuru Naba walked down the paved street in the Mahora Academy Campus. Now, here’s where things get a little odd. The school itself was odd. Most people would think Mahora Academy was like a normal school. That’s where you’d be wrong. Mahora was the BIGGEST SCHOOL IN JAPAN! It had everything: daycare, preschool, kindergarten, primary school, middle school, high school, university. This school was its own TOWN! Chizuru herself was a bit strange. For one, she wasn’t just everyone’s FRIEND; she was more everyone’s SISTER. Moreover, for a middle-school girl, she had the biggest … (You know where this is going!) out of anyone else in class! However, she had certain … qualities ((not her massive chest) that scared people. At one time, she almost shoved a Japanese onion up a boy’s butt in an attempt at a home-remedy for fever. (YIPES!)

Chizuru was walking back to the girl’s dorm, where she lived with two other girls from her class: Natsumi Murakami and Ayaka Yukihiro, as well as a young boy with … dog-like properties who went by the name Kotarou. As she turned down a small path that led to a short-cut to her dorm, she felt a cold chill go down her spine. She continued to walk, the chills getting worse and worse as time went by. It was only as she passed an alley that was five minutes from her building when she felt a large hand clamp itself over her mouth. As she groaned in surprise, she felt herself being pulled back into the alley. The deep, throaty voice of a man said, “Well, don’t you look like quite the prize? Nice hooters, girlie! Gyeh heh heh, you and me are gonna have a blast!”

She tried to scream as he started pulling up her skirt, but couldn’t. In her mind, the only thought going through her head was, ‘someone, please HELP ME! PLEASE!’ Just as the man removed his hand from her mouth to better his attempt to remove her panties, she shouted, “HELP!” A glint of light caught her eye, and she looked up to see the silhouette of a man standing on a rooftop several feet away. “Hey! Why are you doing that to that innocent girl? What’d she ever do to you?” the silhouette’s voice rang out, a light, reassuring tone in his voice. It was almost as if he was trying to tell her something…

The silhouetted figure nimbly jumped down from the rooftop and landed in the shadowed are only feet away. Walking into the light, the figure became that of a young man, six-pack abs visible under his shirt. A single sword sat in his right hand, and his face had a glow about it that confirmed what Chizuru had been thinking: this second man wasn’t here to hurt her, but to help her. “I said,” he said, sheathing his sword, “Why are you doing that? Are you the kind that can’t keep a girlfriend? Or are you just so desperate that you’d commit the crime of rape to get your kinks?”

He stepped forward and pulled from behind his back four objects, all very high-tech-looking: a belt, a headband, and a double bandolier. Chizuru stood staring at this man, as he quickly jerked the belt around himself, followed by the double bandolier and headband. At this point, the ensemble made the young man look like a cyborg commando. “I don’t care what you have to say, I’m taking this one, and you ain’t stoppin’ me!” the rapist shouted, quickly dropping his pants and shooting his piece forward. Chizuru screamed… then was joined by the rapist, who screamed in pain. Chizuru looked up. The young man was no longer there. She turned to look behind her, and saw something strange: the rapist had let go of her, and was now several steps away and holding his groin, where blood was now pouring through his hands.

Chizuru scurried away from he rapist, then noticed the same glint from earlier and looked further past him. There, standing several feet away was the same young man from earlier… Except, somehow, he seemed to be quite different. She ran up and said, “Oh god, THANK YOU! I WAS SO… What?” she stepped back as the youth turned around… to show crimson streaks all through the front of his hair and a pair of crimson eyes. This time when he spoke, however, instead of the carefree, reassuring tone from before, his voice sounded deeper, and more profound, like an Oxford scholar, but minus the vocabulary.

“Worry not, miss, I’ll be back to attend to you in a moment. This man needs to be taught a lesson in proper manners around women, and he need to learn it… THROUGH DEATH!” he said, his voice changing again to one that was rough, angry, and very excited at the prospect of violence. The youth now carried red streaks through the back of his hair, and red eyes. Pulling four small cards from his pocket, the young man threw them in the air and let them pass, a crimson patch on each, through the face plate of each piece of his gear. “FORM UP!!” He said aloud, as the cards turned and swiped themselves through the slots in back of the faceplates and lodged there. The youth pushed a red button on the headband, and a voice came from nowhere saying, “BLADE RAGER”.

Soon, an emoticon with an angry face soared down from the sky. It stopped in front of the boy, exploding and becoming armour that clamped onto the gray robot suit that he now wore, giving it red add-ons. The emoticon returned, spinning around on suit’s face and cracking away, showing an exact replica of itself. The eyebrows exploded, leaving a twisted look to the mask as they returned to attach as wings on the side. The mask’s eyes flashed and the …thing began to laugh insanely, “AHAHAHA! So, pick a fight with my boss, will you? Get ready to eat death for Dinner!” Pointing at the rapist, the… whatever it was pulled several small objects from his side holsters, and put them together to form a pair what looked like handles. From the ends shot medium-length, curved, toothed blades.

The rapist, now concerned for his own life, now discarded his work and ran down the alley, blood trailing behind him as he went. The suited man snickered. “Ha Ha! You think I need the blood to track you down? ART OF BLADE: HARBINGER FLASH!” A flash of light erupted from the blades as the man crossed them, and the rapist froze in place as great pain took over his body. The rapist collapsed, unable to stand the intense agony, as the metallic man bore down on him. As the man aimed his blades at the rapist, the poor felon looked up at the faceplate and said, “Please, I will never do it again, I swear! Please, don’t kill me! I have lots left to do before I die! PLEASE!”

“Oh, you’ll be doing something all right,” the metal man stated, his words piercing the criminal’s heart. Giving one last snicker as he pressed the red buttons on his bandolier, creating an electric discharge that empowered his blades. “This is my final attack. The End of your world has come, loser. I hope you enjoy Hell. Say hello to Satan for me would you?” the metal hero said as his blades descended, and, with grin, he turned and walked away. “What?” the crook said, standing up. It was only seconds after that he realized he couldn’t breathe. “You liked that, didn’t you? Bullet Time Brawl: slow motion death of a thousand blades.” The metal man turned as the rapist’s body exploded in a mass of disintegrating flesh and soaring blood, and then removed the headband. The bandolier and belt fell off of their own accord, and he reverted back to his original form. “Ah, that never gets old,” the youth said. When Chizuru approached him, she noticed that he no longer had any red in his hair. “Um… Excuse me?” Chizuru began, only to be halted in mid-sentence by the boy.

“You need not thank me. My life exists only to help those in need. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, jumping swiftly onto the rooftop again, “I must be going. There are still many that I must save before day-break. Farewell, Miss!” he said, Smiling a big, glowing smile. He stood stock still, and put his hands in a prayer form, with the index fingers pointing up. “WAIT! I WANTED TO-" Chizuru began again before she was once more interrupted by the boy, who shouted, “NINJA ART OF VANISH: BREATHE TO THE WIND!” A gentle breeze blew through the area, and the boy wisped away into the wind. “Chizuru looked at the empty space where the boy had been. “-Thank you,” she said, looking at her feet before looking back quickly to finish, “for saving me from a fate worse than death.”

A beaming smile spread across her face as she looked down again and ran towards her dorm, yelling, “AYAKA-SAN! NATSU-CHAN! KOTAROU-KUN! I’M HOME!” immediately upon the opening of the dorm door, two loud feminine cheers greeted her, along with a feminine scream. “Oh, Kotarou-kun, aren’t you happy to see me? You’re hurting my feelings! Here, let me get the negi!” “NO!” Screamed a male voice as a boy of at least eleven years, sporting real dog ears, ran out of the building, screaming femininely as Chizuru ran after him spinning a long green object in her hand. “KOTAROU-KUN!” Chizuru called. “GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME! THAT’S NOT EVEN A SUPPOSITORY! IT’S STRAIGHT ONION! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO TENDER AREAS?! NO!” the dog-eared boy shouted as he hit the ground, Chizuru on top of him, a sinister, yet playful look in her eyes as her right hand, holding a negi, descended towards Kotarou’s rear…

TO BE CONTINUED…
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