Tied To You

Negima! fanfic. Setsuna and Konoka have finally been called into Konoemon's office regarding their Pactios with Negi. Konoka is not allowed to be in a Pactio with another mage, instead she needs to be in a Pactio of her own with a warrior that can protect her...
(Konoka/Setsuna)

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Disclaimer: Mahou Sensei Negima etc belongs to Ken Akamatsu and possibly a few others, you know the drill.

A slight warning: I still haven’t done more than glanced at the manga and I haven’t even seen all of the anime (unfortunately), either way I’m sure Konoemon is out of character here to say the least. Just... nod and smile, nod and smile. XP




Tied To You
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By Carola “Ryûchan” Eriksson




For an individual born with wings on her person, regardless how hidden at the moment, Setsuna suspected it was quite strange how well she could sometimes do fish impressions. Like right then and there for example, standing in front of her employer in his office, what kind of attitude was that for a warrior like herself? The fact that her precious Konoka-ojousama was even more visibly surprised was of little comfort, after all, Setsuna’s precious ojousama was not only entitled any emotional response she darn well pleased, she was also incredibly cute while enacting them.

Shaking her head slightly to disentangle her thoughts from further speculations regarding Konoe Konoka and her many virtues, Setsuna got her composure back and levelled a narrow-eyed gaze at the old man patiently waiting for her response with eyes far too calculating for Setsuna’s tastes.

“You want ojousama and I to cancel our Pactio contracts with Negi-sensei effective immediately, is that correct sir?”

The old man nodded and let his valuating gaze move between both young women standing in front of his desk. “Yes that is about what I said, Setsuna-kun... although you and my grandchild will have until morning to see to it that your Pactio contracts are properly ended.” His smile was friendly, if brief, but for some reason it was even less assuring than his words to the young Shinmeiryuu warrior. “If you are concerned about Negi’s feelings, don’t be. He has already been informed and is quite understanding of your situation.”

“Our situation, grandpa?” Konoka looked every bit as confused as she sounded, causing Setsuna to look away from Konoemon to instead attempt to gauge her Konoka-ojousama’s feelings. After all, Setsuna knew that her ojousama was quite attached to their young teacher, though exactly how far that attachment went... Setsuna had willed herself not to speculate.

”Yes, you see Konoka, there are several reasons why you cannot be allowed to remain in Pactio with Negi.” The old man stroked his beard absently. “For one, now that you are aware of your heritage and power your own education in the mystical arts awaits you, and as such you are not allowed to form a Pactio with another mage.” A peculiar look passed on the wizened face for a moment. “Then of course there is the fact that Negi himself has quite a bit of his education left to undergo, particularly since the traditions and proprieties surrounding the Pactio act, and the inherent dangers of having too many Pactio contracts at one time, have somehow failed to be included in his studies so far.”

Konoemon sighed and brushed a hand over his eyes, muttering something indistinctly that to Setsuna’s ears sounded like a comment about Negi Pactio-kissing his way through all of Mahora. Grimacing slightly she could not help but agree, though her own fondness and respect for the child-teacher prevented her from ever saying such a thing out loud.

“I see...” Konoka spoke up, head tilted to the side in a thoughtful pose that pulled at Setsuna’s heart. “But what about Secchan?”

With a jolt Setsuna’s attention refocused on her employer, meeting that shrewd gaze evenly. When no answer was forthcoming a cold sensation settled in the pit of her stomach, and the realisation came to her.

“You question my loyalty...” Setsuna ground out slowly, the words spoken with quiet intensity that, although vibrating with strain, held only the barest trace of the icy horror Setsuna felt as the knowledge settled into her very bones. “You question my loyalty to Konoka-ojousama.”

Never had her loyalty and devotion to Konoka ever been questioned by those that knew her, not by her employer, not by her masters and teachers in the Shinmeiryuu, never by anyone that in any way knew the person called Sakurazaki Setsuna. Never.

Her grip on Yuunagi tightened as a cold, detached part of Setsuna’s mind decided on a location, a nice spot some distance into the woods of Mahora from where she could see the school that housed her precious ojousama in the distance. Yes, that would serve well, it would be a good place to end things had she failed her ojousama that miserably, and the carrion-feeders of the forest would take care of what remained... after.

“We do not so much question your loyalty, Setsuna-kun, as we are forced to acknowledge that there is a... strong conflict of interest if you will.” Konoemon appeared to be choosing his words carefully, but his countenance was as stern and unforgiving as Setsuna’s whitened features were stoic. “The person Eishun and I entrust with Konoka’s wellbeing will have to, now more than ever, be bound to her and her alone. To have secondary concerns, no matter how much they have not conflicted until this point, simply cannot be allowed anymore.”

As the new direction the conversation was going finally caught up to Konoka she glomped onto her Secchan’s arm and turned a furious and downright incendiary look towards her elderly grandfather. Whatever impassioned protest was about to leave her lips Konoemon simply overruled it with a silencing gesture and ignored her in order to continue his conversation with the silent warrior.

“The person who will serve as Konoka’s bodyguard will from now on also have to be her companion, her partner and her guide. This person will have to devote herself to Konoka’s studies as well as her welfare, and of course not have any concerns or distractions outside of Konoka herself.” A tiny pause for effect, a cheap trick perhaps, but still a good way to drive his words home Konoemon thought. “This person will be bound to Konoka in a Pactio.”

Again ignoring his granddaughter’s attempts at protesting Konoemon gentled his appearance and his voice, trying to convey the sincerity of what he was about to say. “Truthfully I and Eishun would both prefer that you accepted this task, Setsuna-kun. Neither of us can think of anyone more qualified, nor better suited.”

“M-me?” Setsuna’s face went from white to bright red in record time, and she would have started flailing her arms in a most un-warrior-like fashion had not the now happily squealing Konoe heiress gone from simply glomping her arm to enthusiastically glomping all of Setsuna. “B-but...”

“Please...” Konoemon bestowed a kind look upon the flustered girl. “I ask only that you consider your answer very carefully before you give it.” A breath. “I am well aware that it is a lot to ask, and no-one will think any less of you if decline, Setsuna-kun.”

“If you find that what we ask is beyond you, you are free to continue attending this school, keeping your contract to Negi if that is your wish, although Konoka will no longer be your responsibility. You may also choose to return to Kyoto, to continue your Shinmeiryuu studies there.”

“It will be hard, no doubt...” A rather theatrical sigh, but Konoemon’s audience was too emotional to give it much thought. “Finding a warrior of your strength and calibre... with a good and honourable personality... decent magical skills without being a mage... loyal and trustworthy enough for Konoka...”

“Aa, I fear it shall be difficult indeed, Eishun will have to go over his best warriors to find a suitable candidate.” The old man turned away so the mischievous glint in his eyes would not give him away. “I suppose in the interim Tatsumiya Mana could, for a reasonable monetary compensation, be persuaded to enter a temporary Pactio with Konoka.”

Ignoring the horrified gasps that replaced the wordless stuttering behind him the old man continued. “If need be we can have Konoka change temporary Pactio contracts at any time, should the candidates we find prove to be unsuitable, but really, one steady, skilled and reliable warrior would be so much better. After all, Konoka will need a solid Pactio partner for not only her remaining years at Mahora, but also the following years when she will study the mystical arts... that alone will take years, easily way into marrying age I should think.”

“NO! Err, I-I mean...” Setsuna yelped, trying not to – and failing – to imagine her precious ojousama forced to kiss not only Mana but a whole long line of warriors, warriors that undoubtedly would be of questionable character and whom would volunteer merely for the chance at stealing a kiss from such divine lips. “NO! I CANNOT ALLOW SUCH LOW ACTS TOWARDS OJOUSAMA!”

“Oh Secchan!” Konoka squealed again, happily bouncing and hugging her warrior, all at once. “You will take the Pactio with me then? I’m so happy!”

Seeing that the young warrior blushed fiercely and appeared to be on the verge of stuttering out all kinds of protests, most of them no more than instinctive attempts at denial rather than her true intentions, Konoemon cut in. “Now Konoka, Setsuna-kun has not given her answer yet, and if she does not feel up to the sacrifice that devoting a large portion of her future solely to you, then that is something you will have to respect.” Now if he knew his young employee as well as he thought he did, these comments would be the final straw that landed his grandchild the only protector he could imagine for the role. “Setsuna-kun might wish to pursue her own goals and desires, her own life, and we cannot begrudge her that even if she is by far the superior choice as your protector.”

Her own goals and desires? Not being by Konoka’s side? Setsuna’s mind raced and, finally, rebelled. Standing by Konoka’s side, in whatever form or shape she was allowed, WAS Setsuna’s goal in life! Konoka was her reason for living! Perhaps it was time to prove that.

Looking at Konoka’s smiling face however reminded Setsuna that there was something else, something far more important than proving her dedication. She nodded imperceptibly to herself. “Ojousama, what do you wish to do? The choice is yours.”

Beaming brightly Konoka wrapped her arms a fraction tighter around Setsuna’s neck, leaning in until she was almost close enough to kiss right there and making her blushing protector feel inexplicably weak in the knees suddenly. “Oh but I want to! Please Secchan...”

“Be mine!”

Konoemon coughed into his fist, barely believing his ears. Had his grandchild just proposed marriage to her best friend? It had certainly sounded like it to him... and as he cast a glance at the entangled pair it was easy to see that he was not the only one that found Konoka’s words a bit... more than the girl had probably intended. Poor Setsuna was blushing so hard he could almost feel the heat hit him from the other side of his desk. The only one that apparently found nothing strange in her choice of words was Konoka herself, as she was happily content to hang tightly onto her warrior, arms wound tight around Setsuna’s neck and her body flush with the other girl’s side, making Setsuna hold onto her to keep her upright.

“B-b-but o-ojousama! A-are you s-sure?”

“Oh yes!” Konoka nodded enthusiastically. “You’re the only one I want, Secchan!”

Merciful heavens! Konoemon groaned quietly, thankful that neither girl was paying him the slightest attention right now. Was Konoka doing this on purpose? Or was it perhaps his fault, should he had made sure that Konoka understood that no matter how lengthy a period they were envisioning for Setsuna’s Pactio, it was still a temporary Pactio and not a permanent one?

Silently watching Setsuna stutter and blush while Konoka bounced and looked as if she had been given the best present ever, it occurred to Konoemon that he had never questioned just why Konoka and Setsuna were so very devoted to one another despite being apart for so long. He had never given it much thought before, but why exactly was it that Konoka had been heartbroken when Setsuna appeared to avoid her... it wasn’t as if his grandchild had any lack of friends, good, close friends at that. Similarly, why exactly was it that no-one could ever question that Setsuna would most willingly tear out her very heart from her chest if Konoka asked her to?

Was it an old man’s imagination? Was he reading things into a deep and sincere friendship that wasn’t truly there? Konoemon didn’t know, and for right that moment, he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. If nothing else it would certainly explain his otherwise so well-behaved... well, mostly well-behaved... granddaughter’s behaviour every time he arranged for an omiai.

He narrowed his eyes at the two girls, noting that they were winding down and it was about time for him to step in again. This new matter would have to wait until he had sent them on their way and he could call Eishun about it.

“Well Setsuna-kun, although I don’t want to rush your decision, do you have an answer for us?”

The young Shinmeiryuu warrior nodded with a shyness that was uncharacteristic for her usual behaviour in Konoemon’s office, taking a small step forward and away from Konoka although their hands remained clasped. “Yes sir! If you and Konoka-ojousama are sure... then I would be honoured to be ojousama’s Pactio partner.”

That said Setsuna bowed deeply, not lifting her head until Konoemon chuckled a little, internally congratulating himself on the success of his mission. And to think that Eishun had tried to suggest that Konoemon lacked in subtlety for such an undertaking!

“On behalf of myself and Konoka’s father I thank you, Setsuna-kun... we will both be relieved to know that Konoka is in good, trustworthy hands. Truly, we couldn’t have wished for a better protector for Konoka.”

Smiling kindly in response to the beaming grin from Konoka and the still shy little smile from Setsuna Konoemon made shooing gestures towards the doors. “How about you go see Negi about the cancellation of your current contracts now, and then relax for tonight. Tomorrow evening we will hold your Pactio ritual, and before that I think we will have to go over some room arrangements to have the two of you closer together.” He shooed them again. “Now go, go!”

After the doors had closed behind the two girls Konoemon made his way back behind his desk, sat down and reached for the ornate phone resting on it. Who to call first? While he needed to speak to Eishun about his observations there was still much to arrange for tomorrow, so that would have to wait.

With quite the evil smirk on his face, Konoemon dialled the number that would get him in contact with Evangeline.

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Morning came much too soon for one Shinmeiryuu warrior that was really just starting to realize what she had agreed to. Oh the standing by her ojousama through whatever may come, devoting her life and her time to her, that part was easy and certainly nothing new to Setsuna. That had always been her intention, after all.

No, the part that loomed in Setsuna’s mind and made her movements increasingly stiff as the day progressed was the fact that she had agreed to kiss Konoka. She, Sakurazaki Setsuna! Not only was it expected of her, she was actually encouraged to do so, by everyone... feeling somewhat panicky Setsuna could not help but think that there was something very wrong about the concept and how lightly everyone else seemed to take it. Maybe Setsuna was at heart a hopelessly old-fashioned girl, as she rather thought things like kissing was supposed to be a private thing, brought about by various romantic reasons... the Pactio kiss she was about to share with the girl she so adored would have none of these things, in fact they would apparently have quite the audience. Not to mention that Setsuna was torn between feeling guilty because she secretly very much wanted to kiss Konoka, and a deep sense of fear that she would do something wrong and her secret would be out.

What if her ojousama hated her afterwards?

Konoka of course showed no sign of any kind of trepidation, rather the reverse as she seemed exited and eager. The happy heiress had chatted endlessly after the two of them had returned to Konoka’s shared dorm room the previous night, mercifully keeping her rattled warrior from having to say too much. Setsuna had of course made sure to thank Negi properly during the surprisingly simple yet, for all three of them, emotional cancellation of their Pactio contracts with him. The four of them, Setsuna, Konoka, Negi and Asuna, had made new, personal vows of mutual support and protection even without a Pactio, and Setsuna had felt humbled by the strength of the friendship and even kinship that had grown between them all.

They had all stayed up talking rather late, in fact it was not until Negi fell asleep sitting up that the girls decided to call it a night and Setsuna returned to her own room. Konoka’s warm hug goodnight had returned the blush to pale cheeks, and in all honesty Setsuna had walked to her room and prepared for the night purely on habit, as all her thoughts were too occupied with her ojousama to actually take note of her surroundings. It wasn’t until she tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, that she became self-aware enough to use a meditation technique to calm herself enough for sleep.

Even though Setsuna was normally a very early riser, that particular morning she was woken up quite rudely by a deviously grinning vampire and her typically deadpan companion, and with that Evangeline had simply taken over Setsuna’s entire morning. She had been ordered to pack up her things and move to another room, and knowing the futility of disobeying the imperious blonde Setsuna had done just that, thankful once again that she had little in the way of possessions outside of her assorted weapons.

The new room had proved to be a large one, one of those intended for three or four occupants although Evangeline had, with a smirk and an insinuating quirk of her brow, declared that only Setsuna and Konoka would share that room. True to the vampire’s word, as soon as Setsuna had put her things away to Evangeline’s satisfaction, she had been directed to help her ojousama move all of her belongings to the new room as well. Thankfully the room was far closer to Konoka’s old one than Setsuna’s, as the Konoe heiress had more than enough possessions tucked away to make up for Setsuna’s apparent lack thereof.

With the exception for the usual breaks for food, most of the day had been filled with moving, arranging furniture and decorating, all of which left Setsuna at least mostly too preoccupied to give in to her increasing sense of panic. All too soon though all three rooms were in order, and in the one that was from that point onward supposed to be hers and Konoka’s, a large open space had been left to accommodate for the Pactio circle. It was only a matter of waiting for Konoka’s father and grandfather to arrive with Chamo.

When Konoka began fluttering around with Asuna doing various strange things that, when asked, she called ‘prettying herself’ in preparation for the Pactio, Setsuna was ready to either faint or vibrate through the floorboards. Fortunately Evangeline and Chachamaru had flanked Setsuna earlier, and were able to take care of the suddenly green-faced and hyper-ventilating girl until it was time.

So it was that Setsuna found herself kneeling on the floor, blushing of course, in front of a smiling and eager-looking Konoka in the middle of a magical circle, while their audience had crammed themselves along the wall next to the door.

Knowing the tingling sensation in her scalp was a fair warning sign that she might actually pass out soon, Setsuna did her level best to ignore all the people watching. That Eishun and Konoemon were present she could almost understand, though the mortification threatened to kill her, but why Evangeline, Chachamaru, Negi and Asuna had to be present as well was beyond her.

Trying hard not to hear Asuna get all emotional and wipe a bit at her eyes over by the door, Setsuna instead concentrated on her ojousama, fighting keep her demeanour as calm as possible while discreetly wiping her suddenly clammy hands on her pants. Aa, but could there ever be anything as beautiful and breathtaking as Konoka-ojousama?

“Ojousama, if I should pass out during the ceremony... please do not be offended.” Setsuna whispered nervously, feeling the need to warn Konoka just in case.

“Don’t worry, Secchan...” Konoka smiled lovingly and took Setsuna’s hands into her own. “You won’t.”

Taking the clasped hands as his cue Chamo finished the preparations and started up the Pactio circle. The mystical flames ignited, and with them Setsuna and Konoka.

All thoughts of people watching or lingering insecurities were drowned out in the loud roar of blood in Setsuna’s ears, and the rapid beating of her heart. The universe narrowed down to the girl in front of her, and with that, finally, Setsuna leaned in to meet Konoka halfway.

Their first kiss was soft, gentle, the barest pressing of lips and nothing more, yet it meant the world. A soft gasp from Konoka followed it, and then they were kissing again, firmer and more animatedly this time.

Although the girls inside the circle did not notice it, the other people in the room watched in shock as the eldritch flames that made up the Pactio symbols flared up high, completely obscuring the kissing couple from view. All that Setsuna and Konoka knew was the mounting need to be closer, to kiss even deeper, hold tighter, to touch... amidst this feverish need a new sensation called for attention, strong and maddening.

For just a moment Setsuna and Konoka drew back from their kiss, if ever so slightly, and Setsuna realized they were floating in the air, Konoka straddling Setsuna’s lap and both of them holding onto the other as tightly as at all possible. That Konoka’s eyes were glowing was a detail Setsuna would not recall until much later, for that moment in time all she really knew was that as she looked at her flushed and wide-eyed love, Konoka threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. A heartbeat later and Setsuna joined her, the pressure inside becoming a blinding white light on the inside of her eyelids, and then...

The world went dark and silent.

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The magical flames snuffed out instantly as the two girls sagged back down to the floor, no trace of chalk or soot or anything else for that matter remaining to indicate the Pactio circle had ever been present. As Asuna dashed across the floor to anxiously try to wake her unconscious friends, the magic-wielders present remained unmoving and silent for a long moment.

Finally Evangeline stepped forward and with an unreadable expression on her face bent down to pick something up from the floor. Absently, as if she wasn’t really aware that she was speaking to the girl, she stopped Asuna’s mounting panic when the tall redhead could not manage to wake her friends. “Easy, let them sleep... they’re not hurt, they just had a magical overload to their systems and need to rest for a while. Chachamaru, help Asuna put them in bed.”

“W-what was that?” Negi sounded for once very much like the small child he really was, looking to the adults for reassurance. “T-that wasn’t a Pactio... was it?”

Eishun put a calming hand on the boy’s shoulder. “No, Negi-kun... that certainly wasn’t a temporary Pactio.”

Evangeline snorted as she inspected the card she had picked up. “Heh, trust those two to find a way to turn a temporary Pactio into a permanent one without actually performing the ritual for the latter.” Abruptly she handed the card to Konoemon and crossed her arms over her chest. “Any ideas on how this happened?”

After another moment of silence Chamo spoke up from the floor. “I’ve heard that if two people that enter a temporary Pactio are one another’s true love, then it can become a permanent...”

A derisive wave cut him off. “I’ve never believed in that stuff, and I’ve certainly never seen anything to suggest it could happen.” Belying her gruff words there was a tiny, barely visible smile on Evangeline’s lips as she glanced over at the sleeping girls. “Could it have something to do with Konoka’s massive and untapped power?”

She couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes at Negi’s smitten look that told them all quite clearly which theory he would be supporting. The boy really was a sucker for all romantic things, no matter how inane... and no matter how ignorant he was on the subject. A glance at Asuna’s wide, pleased grin and slight blush confirmed that she, too, was all for the love-angle. In fact, vampire-enhanced ears easily caught the whispered “I knew it!” that accompanied the nod and the continued grinning, drawing yet another amused smirk on childlike features.

This one and that one, everyone were closeted romantics it seemed, and all of them favouring a coupling between Setsuna and Konoka. Ah well, Evangeline couldn’t say she didn’t do so as well, nor that she wouldn’t poke a lot of fun at those two over all of this, eventually.

“Wow... so this is what a Permanent Pactio card looks like?” The Pactio card had passed over to Negi for inspection and Asuna had joined him, both of them watching the glowing card in awe.

“Only if the ones in the Pactio bond are exceptionally strong.” Eishun told them, a small smile playing on his lips as well. “Exceptionally strong and... exceptionally, ah, strongly connected.”

Konoemon did not look entirely pleased by his son-in-law’s statement but he didn’t contradict him. Instead he nodded slowly to whatever thoughts had been going through his mind, and turned towards the door. “We will have to investigate this thoroughly, but for right now let us leave the children to sleep in peace.”

With her hands tucked behind her head and a nonchalant air to her Evangeline had to get in a few last ribs on the subject. “Aren’t ya happy old man? You’ve been trying to marry off your grandkid for some time, and now you’ve finally met your future granddaughter-in-law. You should be pleased.” They moved out of range before Konoemon’s reply could be heard, Chachamaru trailing along dutifully behind her master.

Eishun took the card from Negi and placed it on the small bedside table, took a moment to write a short message to his daughter on a note next to it, and then lovingly tucked the edges of the blanket tighter around the sleeping girls before walking away. Negi scooped up Chamo and joined him, only Asuna lingered a little when everyone had left.

“I’m happy for you.” She smiled down at her oblivious friends, then glanced again at the card. Still feeling a bit in awe Asuna shook her head and couldn’t help but voice her thoughts out loud. “That really is amazing. All glowing and solid and... real... in a way that makes our other Pactio cards look like something cut out of the back of a cereal box.”

With another shake of her head Asuna walked over to turn out the lights and close the door behind her.

In the bed Konoka snuggled just a fraction closer in Setsuna’s arms, both of them with sleepy smiles on their lips and with hands clasped in a loving hold. On the bedside table the card glowed softly, its image of Setsuna as a proud winged and armoured knight patiently waiting for the joyful squeals that would follow it being discovered by one of the two young women whose bond it symbolized.

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Waking up had never been so sweet. Setsuna wanted to resist consciousness for once, to continue resting in this warm and happy place she had found, but there was something equally tempting pulling at her from the waking world.

As she stirred she became aware of the warm, solid presence of her Konoka-ojousama, head tucked in under Setsuna’s chin and her body fitting so well into Setsuna’s arms. Strands of dark brown hair tickled at Setsuna’s nose and she breathed in deep... ahh, ojousama smelled heavenly as always. A soft giggle against her collarbone revealed what Konoka thought of that, and the long hug that followed made it quite clear that Setsuna’s little princess was quite awake.

They drew apart just enough to see one another.

Good morning.

Good morning, Konochan.

The fact that neither of them had spoken out loud was lost in the enjoyment of the mutual smile. Setsuna’s heart was just full to brimming with the love she felt for this beautiful girl with her happy smile and cute blush. Truly, she felt as if she was about to burst with it all.

Kiss me, Secchan.

The command was heard and instantly obeyed, the kiss sweet, loving, wonderful and lingering, neither girl realizing that this was not something that was normal for their interactions before this moment.

Neither of them could say how long their kiss lasted, but they were still blissfully engaged in it when a brief knock was heard and a certain redhead poked her head inside the door. “Are you guys awake yet?” Asuna called out in that hushed kind of voice that people have that don’t really want to be heard, and then she walked in to check on them.

“OHMYGOSH! I’M SORRY!” Asuna spun around so fast in her attempt to leave that she instead spun a full circle and tripped on her own feet, falling face-first into the floor.

Konoka’s only reaction was to giggle while Setsuna shot out of bed to attend their injured friend. “Careful, Asuna-san... it’s alright, it’s ok...” Aiding the fiercely blushing girl to her feet was a bit more difficult than it should have been, but eventually Setsuna managed, amidst many an embarrassed apology from Asuna and friendly dismissals from Setsuna and Konoka both.

Eventually they all calmed down, and sitting by the table sharing some tea it almost felt like any normal day for them. Except Asuna noticed that every so often that one or the other of her two friends would appear to reply to something that had not been actually said out loud, and also upon occasion their eyes would meet and sort of glaze over, and Asuna just knew that if she didn’t remind them that she was there right then she would be witness to another makeout session. Who would have thought?

In one of her attempts to dodge possible exposure to things she really did not want to see regarding the girl that was almost a sister to her, Asuna brought up the subject of the new Pactio card. In the whirlwind of activity that followed it soon became apparent to the tall girl that the previous day’s events had somehow slipped the minds of her two friends, probably because, in Asuna’s opinion, they had been too occupied being utterly besotted by one another. After a fair dose of squealing and admiring the new Pactio card, Setsuna and Konoka made for Konoemon’s office with Asuna in tow, obeying Eishun’s note that they should come see him when they had woken up.

Smiling to herself Asuna wondered if Setsuna and Konoka were even aware that they were holding hands the whole way to the principal’s office.

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Even though Konoka and Setsuna themselves had only walked in somewhere in the middle of the ongoing discussion regarding their Pactio and what really had happened during it, the part they were present for was quite lengthy and exhausting nonetheless. Add to that the general sense of confusion and overwhelming embarrassment and awkwardness, at least one Shinemeiryuu warrior felt quite frayed around the edges before the night was over.

Konoka on the other hand never seemed to waver much, even when poked and prodded and asked to attempt small tasks to determine something or other about their newly formed bond, although Setsuna at least knew that all the overeager attention was annoying her ojousama as well. Mostly because Konoka seemed quite convinced that she and Setsuna should just be allowed to be alone together already.

Setsuna’s true torment began after Asuna happened to reveal a secret that Konoka and Setsuna themselves had not realized they were keeping, by telling the other magic-wielders present that she had noticed that they seemed to be answering things the other had not spoken out loud sometimes. A brief examination followed, after which everyone was convinced that Setsuna and Konoka had been gifted with a telepathic bond thanks to the Pactio – something which apparently could happen upon occasion if the mage was particularly strong or the two in the Pactio were especially close.

At first Setsuna had wondered why Evangeline was grinning so mischievously at those news, but it did not take long before it was all too clear to her. Konoka was delighted with their new ‘gift’ and started experimenting using it, occasionally making it somewhat hard for Setsuna to know whether something was spoken out loud or just in her mind.

Then Konoka got a bit naughty, and shortly after that Setsuna discovered that not only words but images as well could be transmitted through their new link. She spent the rest of the evening blushing in a variety of shades, causing the other people in the room to eye the widely grinning – yet strangely innocent-looking – Konoka with suspicion.

Konoka had, Setsuna decided, a surprisingly dirty mind when she wanted to, and a very wicked, active and above all graphic imagination. At one point Setsuna had been forced to excuse herself, run over to the first large source of water she could find, and dunk her head in it. She would later apologize profusely for ruining a magical artefact as well as for getting water on Konoemon’s expensive rugs.

Whether he was sensing the futility in keeping them longer or whether it was just sympathy for the tormented Setsuna, Konoemon decided to end the meeting not long after that point. Asuna and Negi of course left with them, and by the time they parted ways for the night Setsuna and Konoka were too tired to do anything other than head straight for bed.

While the experience in her employer’s office had Setsuna dreading the new turn of her Pactio with Konoka, she found an unexpected blessing in it that quickly lay most of her concerns at rest when Setsuna set to climb up to the small upper bunk she’d decided were hers, leaving the wider bottom bunk for Konoka.

Setsuna’s beautiful princess had fiddled with the buttons on her green pyjamas while standing next to the bed, glancing up at Setsuna from underneath glossy brown bangs. “A-are you going to sleep now, Secchan?” The adorable girl had said, sounding surprisingly small and young, making Setsuna’s heart constrict.

Yes? No? Setsuna had experienced one of her familiar small bouts of panic then, the kind she got whenever something seemed to upset her ojousama and Setsuna couldn’t figure out what she was supposed to do to make it better despite desperately wanting to. She ended up grunting in a way that could have meant anything.

“Oh.” It was such a tiny, sad sound, made all the worse because Konoka did not say anything else, she merely crawled into her own bed. If not for their new ability Setsuna would’ve had no idea what to do to make her precious ojousama happy again.

It came to her in an image what Konoka had wanted, although the other girl had probably not intended it for Setsuna’s perusal. The image had Setsuna and Konoka sleeping together, Konoka’s head resting on Setsuna’s shoulder and the girls comfortably holding one another, much like the position they had found themselves in upon waking.

With a slight blush dusting her cheeks Setsuna acquiesced with the unspoken request, knowing she could not deny her ojousama anything, especially when the longing that accompanied the image had been a mirror of Setsuna’s own. Although it was a little bit awkward at first for the young warrior to get into bed with the one she cherished above all else, Konoka’s eagerness and wide smile soon made Setsuna feel more comfortable and sure of herself. Finally they were snuggled up together to satisfaction, and what a wonderful sensation that was.

Never let me go, Secchan. I want you to hold me always.

Burying her nose into sweet-smelling hair Setsuna’s silent reply was as instant as it was felt by every fibre of her being.

I’ll hold you forever if you’ll let me. I love you, Konochan.

Konoka’s hug was crushing but pleasantly so, and as she buried her face in Setsuna’s neck Setsuna could feel the wetness of a few stray tears.

I love you too Secchan! I always have.

Although there were a few tears of joy between them, mostly the time before sleep found them there, cuddled together like they would be from now on, was spent on soft words of love and even softer kisses. On the bedside table the Pactio card stood once more, a gleaming symbol of ties that could not be broken, and the promise of the future.

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Once the younger – or at least younger-appearing – people had cleared the room, Eishun turned towards his father-in-law with a slightly evaluating look. After a long moment of silent contemplation he finally spoke up. “Well? What are your thoughts?”

The look that Konoemon threw his way was annoyed but also wryly amused. “What do I think? I think I really stepped in it this time, that’s what I think.” He pulled a hand over his eyes and sighed. “Evangeline seems to be of the opinion that their Pactio can’t be broken.”

Eishun nodded, a corner of his mouth twitching with the beginnings of a smile. “Yes, I heard.” A breath. “I don’t know enough about it to speculate whether it could be broken or not, but... I think the real question is, should it be broken?”

“You approve of this situation then?” Konoemon knew his son-in-law well enough not to have to ask really, but felt the matter at hand needed Eishun to voice his opinion. “I know you are very fond of Setsuna-kun.”

“Indeed I am.” The smile was a little bit more visible now. “And as we discussed and agreed upon before, I could not wish for anyone better for Konoka. I stand by that statement.”

“You do know that this is not an ordinary Pactio, not even an ordinary Permanent Pactio, don’t you?” Konoemon asked wryly. “They are as good as married already, with this... even if we were to find some nice young man for Konoka it would end up in bloodshed, either theirs or his, no matter what we tried to do.”

“As long as they are happy.” Eishun did smile now, and he met Konoemon’s eyes evenly. If Konoka’s grandfather disapproved of the young couple their lives would be difficult, but Eishun would support them every step of the way. Fortunately Eishun knew that the old man, while tough to his enemies, was a soft touch at heart, especially when it came to his precious grandchild. “And honestly, neither of them will be happy if they were separated, we’ve already seen that haven’t we?”

Konoemon snorted something about foolishness, children and romance, but threw up his hands in a gesture of defeat. “Alright, alright. I do like and trust Setsuna-kun, and if she had been a male I would have been delighted to see Konoka paired up with her, in fact I would have arranged for them long ago.”

“We’ll just have to leave them be and see how things turn out.” Eishun suggested, moving over to pour them some tea. “I still think this is how it is meant to be.”

“We’ll see.” Konoemon agreed and accepted his cup. “I won’t attempt to interfere unless something disastrous happens.”

Eishun nodded silently and placed a few extra sweets from Konoemon’s secret hiding place onto a plate for his father-in-law whose facial expression immediately brightened at the sight.

Reaching for the plate Konoemon added “...we could always have Setsuna-kun’s gender changed with a spell or a potion...”

The plate of goodies was suddenly out of reach, causing the old man to pout and grumble. “Alright already! No changing Setsuna-kun’s gender....” Muttering quietly to himself so that the thankless whelp holding his sweets hostage would not hear him he added “Unless of course they get married and need a temporary change to give me great-grandchildren...”

Eishun, relinquishing the plate to the old man, pretended not to hear and placidly took a sip of his tea.

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