Decadent Habits

By Darkenning.

What the Decadent version of Yuna was doing while the Unequally version of her was roaming around the Decadent Mahora campus. Negima belongs to Akamatsu Ken, this is parody, thanks to my co-writers and reviewers.

Decadent Habits

Chapter 19.5 - Yuna Redux

Yuna lay back, sighing with pleasure. "That was so great," she said. "You're amazing."

"Thank you," said the hooker, who'd agreed to be called Yuka for the evening. She didn't really look much like Yuna's mom, but she was Japanese, even if her accent pretty clearly indicated that she was from the Netherlands originally. She'd had no problem playing along with their strange little game, having done far stranger things in her life in the sex trade.

"No, no, thank you, I ..." A sudden twinge crossed Yuna's face. "Uh, I mean, you were really ... uh. Uh."

"Yuna? Is something wrong?" her father asked, looking up from where he was lying on the other side of her.

"I, I dunno, I think I ... uh ... bathroom," she stammmered, sitting up, crawling over him and stumbling off of the bed to dash across their hotel room to the en suite. Moments later, vomiting sounds came from the doorway.

"What in the world -?"

"It's probably the drugs," 'Yuka' said carelessly, counting the money she'd been careful to get before any sex acts had occurred. "They could be having weird reactions with whatever's already in her system."

Professor Akashi blinked, then grabbed the woman by the shoulders and yelled straight into her face. "What the hell are you talking about? Why did you give my daughter drugs?"

"Hey, back off!" she snapped. "I figured you must already have her on some sort of dope to get her do stuff with you, but I didn't know whether your stuff left her like some kind of doll. Who wants that? So I slipped her some uppers."

Akashi stared at her, his mouth working silently. He got up off the bed, grabbed the clothes she'd been wearing when they came in together and shoved them into her hands. "Get out," he said. "Get out, and count yourself lucky that I don't call the police about this!"

She sneered as she stood. "Yeah, there's a threat, coming from child molesting daddy and all. Gouchisousama," 'Yuka' said sarcastically as she walked to and out the door he was holding for her. Akashi slammed the door shut and promptly headed to the bathroom.

Yuna was on her knees in front of the toilet, head hanging above the bowl, with a few flecks of vomit still clinging to her lips. He picked up a towel and started dabbing at them, gently. "You heard?" he said.

"Yeah," she replied dully. "Guess we picked the wrong Japanese-looking hooker, huh?"

"I'm so sorry, Yuka," her father began.

""s not your fault," she said. "Was my idea. I thought ... I guess, I thought it'd be like having Mom around again. But it wasn't, was it." She turned to look at him, eyes brimming with tears. "Do you think she'd hate us, if she knew what we were doing?"

He immediately hugged her. "I think she does know what we're doing," he said. "And I don't think she could ever hate you, no matter what you did."

"But -"

"I don't think she'd be happy about it," he continued, speaking over her objection. "I know that she ... was every bit as, well, advanced for her age as you were, when she was a girl, and that she wanted you to have a better life than she did, and I think that means she'd want you to have been innocent longer. But, just she'd want to be here for you, you can't always get what you want."

Yuna was silent, sobbing put on hold for the moment. "Will you hold me, please?" she asked. "Just ... hold me, for a while."

"As long as you want," her father said, kissing her brow.

I have to find a way to end this, he thought. His late wife would have forgiven their daughter anything ... but not him. And he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself, either ...