Mahou Sensei Negima! Fan Fiction ❯ Demon of Mahora ❯ Brothers: Fury ( Chapter 16 )
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By: kaore 
If hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned... then I'd hate to think what would happen if Brent were a girl.
Anime/Manga: Mahou Sensei Negima! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.08.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 339 | Status: Work In Progress
If hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned... then I'd hate to think what would happen if Brent were a girl.
Anime/Manga: Mahou Sensei Negima! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.08.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 339 | Status: Work In Progress
Brothers: Fury
I don’t own Negima.
Falco sat on a large flat boulder in a sixty-seven by ninety two foot field a half-mile from the temple and eight miles from the lake his client, Chigusa Amagasaki, was about to head for in order to revive something with that Konoka girl’s help. He was supposed to stay here in case anyone came from this direction and stop them from reaching her and disrupting the ritual. He didn’t care; he just wanted to fight his brother till one couldn’t fight anymore. He groaned in boredom and scratched his head as he sat patiently. His patience was rewarded when his brother rose up out of a pool of bubbling shadows at the other side of the field twenty feet away. He got off the boulder and smirked.
“Yo bro! Been waiting for your lazy ass.” Falco shouted “Just so you know I was holding back before so… oomph!”
Falco had the wind knocked out of him by a vicious and surprise knee to the stomach before being hit in the face sending him flying into the boulder ten feet behind him. Next thing he knew he was kicked in the side sending him right into a tree. Falco struggled to his feet and looked quizzically at his little brother. He had never acted like this before… they usually engaged in a battle of insults first before fighting and his brother had never attacked him so brutally before. He though back over the last ten seconds and realized that he hadn’t used any palm strikes. Something was wrong with his brother, but what? He quickly assessed the damage he had received; three broken ribs, cracked tibia, numerous bruises, and minor internal bleeding… he had been hurt worse and still fought as if he was at one hundred percent. He coughed and a little trickle of blood escaped his lips as he looked up and glared at his brother.
“What… the hell’s… wrong with you bro?” He gasped.
“What’s wrong with me?! My heart aches, my soul burns, my blood boils, my mind reels.” He replied in a gravelly and malicious voice.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Falco asked.
“Three of my Friends were turned to stone you lying bastard!” His brother shouted in a voice filled with hate “You lied to me, led me away from the temple, distracted me and by doing so I wasn’t there to help them!”
Falco’s eyes went wide. He was tricked and lied too. He was promised that no one would be permanently harmed… and yet three innocent teenage girls were gone, turned to statues, and he knew who was responsible.
“The white haired youth… what was his name?” He muttered to himself.
“Since it’s your fault my Angels are gone you’re going to pay the price!” His brother said insanely.
Brent flicked both his wrists revealing the two hidden blades include ‘Purity of the Impure Soul’ and Charged at Falco.
“OH SHIT!” Falco shouted.
His skin became red scales, ridges grew on his forehead, sprouted a tail, claws and wings. He became stronger and faster in his Half-Dragon form as well as access to his Dragon Fire. He leapt into the air, twisted mid-air over his brother and landed behind his brother… who stabbed him in the shoulder with his normal blade. Falco kicked his brother off his back and used his wings to propel himself away from his crazed brother, took a deep breath and blasted him with a jet of Black fire as his brother charged him.
(A/N: Not dark fire… the flames are actually black.)
Brent was engulfed but kept on charging as his trench coat burned away and his mask cracked. Falco saw his brother a second before being stabbed by the blue blade and ducked to the side avoiding it before punching the charred and cracked mask of his brothers. It shattered and fell away revealing Brent’s tear stained face. Falco felt his own heart ache at seeing how distraught his brother was.
“Little brother… I’ve never seen you so hurt before… it can’t be just because your friends died.” Falco said soothingly.
Brent sobbed as tears fell thickly down his cheeks.
“Kazumi-hime… I loved her so much… and she loved me… because of you I’ll never hear her voice… never feel the warmth of her skin… never hold her in my arms!” Brent shouted in enraged despair “NOW YOU DIE!”
“oh grande spirito di flusso. concessione di me la tua rabbia che brucia in modo io possa colpire questo traditore! Gian, Li, Song, Bo!” Brent shouted as he drew a symbol in the air.
After he finished his incantation four strange line groups appeared behind Brent followed by a blast of white fire that turned everything it touched to ash. Falco managed to dodge the powerful strike but barely managed to duck under a kick that snapped the two foot thick tree behind him in half. Falco retracted his wings and felt tears in his eyes as he leapt away from his maddened brother. He supposed he should consider himself lucky though… this ‘Kazumi-hime’ must have meant the world to him… otherwise he’d have simply transformed into a demonic dragon and incinerated him instead of trying to kill him with his hands.
“Infernal Flare!” His brother screamed.
‘Spoke too soon.’ Falco thought as he dodged the ball of dark fire and the following thrust of his bladed wrist.
Falco started to inhale for another blast of flame but was kicked in the stomach knocking the breath out of him. His brother was growing madder with each passing second as his brother began slashing madly at him with his wrist blades as well as trying to stab him. He leapt back to avoid another ‘Infernal Flare’ and landed in a shadow. He immediately felt his legs constricted and looked down to see that the shadows had snaked up his legs and held him in place. He looked back up to see his brother leap into the air with the blue wrist blade by his head and his face contorted in insane glee.
“NOW DIE!” Brent shouted insanely.
With Averus
“Esperit del vent, si us plau, dóna'm la velocitat!” Averus chanted as he ran.
When he finished with the spell he glowed green for a second before speeding up considerably. His mind wandered back to the longest time all three of them had been together.
FLASHBACK
November 97 A.D. somewhere in Australia
Averus was 18 years old but only looked to be a 15 year old boy as he, his two younger brothers, and his father walked along the hot sand of the red desert. They were all dressed in white robes that covered their faces, leather shoes, and his father carried a walking stick. He was quietly walking behind his father at the moment as he listened to his younger brothers; Fidens Unum or ‘Falco’ as he demanded they call him, and Invenis Unum, bicker behind him. He often wondered how three boys with almost nothing in common could be related to each other. He listened to his brothers and tried to understand what they were arguing about now.
“I told you give me back my sword!” Invenis shouted.
“It’s a stick stupid, not a sword and a lame stick at that.” Falco shouted back “See it isn’t even that strong!”
Averus heard a snap followed by a shout of fury and a thud. Despite being eighteen they still acted like six year olds. He glanced behind him to see his moronic brothers wrestling each other on the ground. He stopped and turned glared at them as his father walked to the fighting pair and lifted them up off the ground.
“Behave yourself boys.” He growled before dropping them.
Averus had enough; he turned and walked away in a different direction.
“Averus, where are you going?” His youngest brother shouted.
“I’m done here, there’s nothing more I can learn from you father… I’ll keep in touch though.” He replied before rounding a dune and disappearing from sight.
End flashback
Averus could feel his brothers were close by as he sped along the tree tops. He neared a large meadow and saw his youngest brother prepare to kill Falco. Averus didn’t hesitate as he unleashed an attack.
“Ombra de captura!” he said thrusting his hand forward.
Brent
Just as he was about to achieve his vengeance on his brother when the shadows binding Falco’s legs released him… and wrapped around him. Then his own shadow sprang up at him wrapping him up and bringing the hand with the blue blade to his side. He flew past the startled Falco and landed on the ground in a heap. Averus landed next to Falco who had fallen to his knees.
“Falco… you truly are an idiot.” Averus said while shaking his head.
“What‘s that supposed to mean?!” Falco shouted angrily as he climbed to his feet before turning to look at his struggling little brother.
“Damn… little bro’s gone mental. I never would have accepted this job if I had known that’s what they would do!” Falco said remorsefully.
“Falco… I’m sure you never meant for what happened to happen but you should have known better than to take such a contract.” Averus said.
“Yeah I know…” Falco said shamefully.
“LET ME DOWN AVERUS!” Brent shouted madly “HE KILLED THEM! IT’S HIS FAULT!”
“No it isn’t… all he did was distracting you which most likely prevented you from sharing the same fate.” Averus said calmly.
Brent stopped struggling and went limp as he began to sob. Averus released the shadow holding Brent who got to his feet as the tears fell from his face.
“Little brother listen to me… I know who did this and where he is!” Falco said.
Brent snapped to attention and listened intently.
“I can’t remember his name but he’s very young and has white hair… He’s over at the lake near here.” Falco informed them pointing in its direction.
“Then lets go!” Brent yelled.
He got to his feet and dashed off in the direction that Falco indicated. Falco looked at Averus for a second before following his brother. Averus sighed before dashing off after his brothers
A/N:
Translation: Catalan (A romantic language spoken in Spain, France, Italy and Andora) to English
esperit del vent, si us plau, dóna'm la velocitat : Spirit of the wind, please give me speed.
Ombra de captura: Shadow capture.
Averus incants his spells in Catalan.
Translation: Italian to English
oh grande spirito di flusso. concessione di me la tua rabbia che brucia in modo io possa colpire questo traditore : oh great spirit of the flow. grant me your burning rage so I may strike down this betrayer
I don’t own Negima.
Falco sat on a large flat boulder in a sixty-seven by ninety two foot field a half-mile from the temple and eight miles from the lake his client, Chigusa Amagasaki, was about to head for in order to revive something with that Konoka girl’s help. He was supposed to stay here in case anyone came from this direction and stop them from reaching her and disrupting the ritual. He didn’t care; he just wanted to fight his brother till one couldn’t fight anymore. He groaned in boredom and scratched his head as he sat patiently. His patience was rewarded when his brother rose up out of a pool of bubbling shadows at the other side of the field twenty feet away. He got off the boulder and smirked.
“Yo bro! Been waiting for your lazy ass.” Falco shouted “Just so you know I was holding back before so… oomph!”
Falco had the wind knocked out of him by a vicious and surprise knee to the stomach before being hit in the face sending him flying into the boulder ten feet behind him. Next thing he knew he was kicked in the side sending him right into a tree. Falco struggled to his feet and looked quizzically at his little brother. He had never acted like this before… they usually engaged in a battle of insults first before fighting and his brother had never attacked him so brutally before. He though back over the last ten seconds and realized that he hadn’t used any palm strikes. Something was wrong with his brother, but what? He quickly assessed the damage he had received; three broken ribs, cracked tibia, numerous bruises, and minor internal bleeding… he had been hurt worse and still fought as if he was at one hundred percent. He coughed and a little trickle of blood escaped his lips as he looked up and glared at his brother.
“What… the hell’s… wrong with you bro?” He gasped.
“What’s wrong with me?! My heart aches, my soul burns, my blood boils, my mind reels.” He replied in a gravelly and malicious voice.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Falco asked.
“Three of my Friends were turned to stone you lying bastard!” His brother shouted in a voice filled with hate “You lied to me, led me away from the temple, distracted me and by doing so I wasn’t there to help them!”
Falco’s eyes went wide. He was tricked and lied too. He was promised that no one would be permanently harmed… and yet three innocent teenage girls were gone, turned to statues, and he knew who was responsible.
“The white haired youth… what was his name?” He muttered to himself.
“Since it’s your fault my Angels are gone you’re going to pay the price!” His brother said insanely.
Brent flicked both his wrists revealing the two hidden blades include ‘Purity of the Impure Soul’ and Charged at Falco.
“OH SHIT!” Falco shouted.
His skin became red scales, ridges grew on his forehead, sprouted a tail, claws and wings. He became stronger and faster in his Half-Dragon form as well as access to his Dragon Fire. He leapt into the air, twisted mid-air over his brother and landed behind his brother… who stabbed him in the shoulder with his normal blade. Falco kicked his brother off his back and used his wings to propel himself away from his crazed brother, took a deep breath and blasted him with a jet of Black fire as his brother charged him.
(A/N: Not dark fire… the flames are actually black.)
Brent was engulfed but kept on charging as his trench coat burned away and his mask cracked. Falco saw his brother a second before being stabbed by the blue blade and ducked to the side avoiding it before punching the charred and cracked mask of his brothers. It shattered and fell away revealing Brent’s tear stained face. Falco felt his own heart ache at seeing how distraught his brother was.
“Little brother… I’ve never seen you so hurt before… it can’t be just because your friends died.” Falco said soothingly.
Brent sobbed as tears fell thickly down his cheeks.
“Kazumi-hime… I loved her so much… and she loved me… because of you I’ll never hear her voice… never feel the warmth of her skin… never hold her in my arms!” Brent shouted in enraged despair “NOW YOU DIE!”
“oh grande spirito di flusso. concessione di me la tua rabbia che brucia in modo io possa colpire questo traditore! Gian, Li, Song, Bo!” Brent shouted as he drew a symbol in the air.
After he finished his incantation four strange line groups appeared behind Brent followed by a blast of white fire that turned everything it touched to ash. Falco managed to dodge the powerful strike but barely managed to duck under a kick that snapped the two foot thick tree behind him in half. Falco retracted his wings and felt tears in his eyes as he leapt away from his maddened brother. He supposed he should consider himself lucky though… this ‘Kazumi-hime’ must have meant the world to him… otherwise he’d have simply transformed into a demonic dragon and incinerated him instead of trying to kill him with his hands.
“Infernal Flare!” His brother screamed.
‘Spoke too soon.’ Falco thought as he dodged the ball of dark fire and the following thrust of his bladed wrist.
Falco started to inhale for another blast of flame but was kicked in the stomach knocking the breath out of him. His brother was growing madder with each passing second as his brother began slashing madly at him with his wrist blades as well as trying to stab him. He leapt back to avoid another ‘Infernal Flare’ and landed in a shadow. He immediately felt his legs constricted and looked down to see that the shadows had snaked up his legs and held him in place. He looked back up to see his brother leap into the air with the blue wrist blade by his head and his face contorted in insane glee.
“NOW DIE!” Brent shouted insanely.
With Averus
“Esperit del vent, si us plau, dóna'm la velocitat!” Averus chanted as he ran.
When he finished with the spell he glowed green for a second before speeding up considerably. His mind wandered back to the longest time all three of them had been together.
FLASHBACK
November 97 A.D. somewhere in Australia
Averus was 18 years old but only looked to be a 15 year old boy as he, his two younger brothers, and his father walked along the hot sand of the red desert. They were all dressed in white robes that covered their faces, leather shoes, and his father carried a walking stick. He was quietly walking behind his father at the moment as he listened to his younger brothers; Fidens Unum or ‘Falco’ as he demanded they call him, and Invenis Unum, bicker behind him. He often wondered how three boys with almost nothing in common could be related to each other. He listened to his brothers and tried to understand what they were arguing about now.
“I told you give me back my sword!” Invenis shouted.
“It’s a stick stupid, not a sword and a lame stick at that.” Falco shouted back “See it isn’t even that strong!”
Averus heard a snap followed by a shout of fury and a thud. Despite being eighteen they still acted like six year olds. He glanced behind him to see his moronic brothers wrestling each other on the ground. He stopped and turned glared at them as his father walked to the fighting pair and lifted them up off the ground.
“Behave yourself boys.” He growled before dropping them.
Averus had enough; he turned and walked away in a different direction.
“Averus, where are you going?” His youngest brother shouted.
“I’m done here, there’s nothing more I can learn from you father… I’ll keep in touch though.” He replied before rounding a dune and disappearing from sight.
End flashback
Averus could feel his brothers were close by as he sped along the tree tops. He neared a large meadow and saw his youngest brother prepare to kill Falco. Averus didn’t hesitate as he unleashed an attack.
“Ombra de captura!” he said thrusting his hand forward.
Brent
Just as he was about to achieve his vengeance on his brother when the shadows binding Falco’s legs released him… and wrapped around him. Then his own shadow sprang up at him wrapping him up and bringing the hand with the blue blade to his side. He flew past the startled Falco and landed on the ground in a heap. Averus landed next to Falco who had fallen to his knees.
“Falco… you truly are an idiot.” Averus said while shaking his head.
“What‘s that supposed to mean?!” Falco shouted angrily as he climbed to his feet before turning to look at his struggling little brother.
“Damn… little bro’s gone mental. I never would have accepted this job if I had known that’s what they would do!” Falco said remorsefully.
“Falco… I’m sure you never meant for what happened to happen but you should have known better than to take such a contract.” Averus said.
“Yeah I know…” Falco said shamefully.
“LET ME DOWN AVERUS!” Brent shouted madly “HE KILLED THEM! IT’S HIS FAULT!”
“No it isn’t… all he did was distracting you which most likely prevented you from sharing the same fate.” Averus said calmly.
Brent stopped struggling and went limp as he began to sob. Averus released the shadow holding Brent who got to his feet as the tears fell from his face.
“Little brother listen to me… I know who did this and where he is!” Falco said.
Brent snapped to attention and listened intently.
“I can’t remember his name but he’s very young and has white hair… He’s over at the lake near here.” Falco informed them pointing in its direction.
“Then lets go!” Brent yelled.
He got to his feet and dashed off in the direction that Falco indicated. Falco looked at Averus for a second before following his brother. Averus sighed before dashing off after his brothers
A/N:
Translation: Catalan (A romantic language spoken in Spain, France, Italy and Andora) to English
esperit del vent, si us plau, dóna'm la velocitat : Spirit of the wind, please give me speed.
Ombra de captura: Shadow capture.
Averus incants his spells in Catalan.
Translation: Italian to English
oh grande spirito di flusso. concessione di me la tua rabbia che brucia in modo io possa colpire questo traditore : oh great spirit of the flow. grant me your burning rage so I may strike down this betrayer