Decadent Habits
Extra Chapter: Chamo
By Darkenning again.
Standard issue disclaimer: Akamatsu Ken created and owns Negima. I am not him. This is a parody, protected speech. Thanks to my cowriters and the reviewers.
Wonder what Chamo's gotten up to since he ran off? Me neither. Let's find out anyway!
Decadent Habits
Chapter 22.5 — Chamo
"Don't you dare judge me, you bastard!" Chamo screamed at the top of his tiny lungs as he grabbed the bartender by his tie and yanked him down so they were face to face. "You haven't been where I have! You haven't seen the things that I've been made to see! Anyone would have run! Anyone!"
"Hey, buddy, calm down!" said the barkeep. "All I asked was, 'what'll it be?' You sound pretty guilty for someone who only did what —"
"Shaddap!" Chamo roared. "I'll have some Hoeneken. In a clean glass!"
"Why the hell would they be dirty?" the barkeep asked, then held up his hands in a gesture of surrender when Chamo barred his teeth.
Chamo sat on the bar, waiting for his order, clearly having some sort of subvocalized conversation with himself, occasionally making forceful gestures, in the fashion of one trying to persuade himself of his own rightness.
Eventually, he noticed that one of the people sitting next to him was staring. How annoying. There were few enough bars who catered to the magical crowd here in Japan, so why did he have to wander into the only one with people who liked to rubberneck.
"You got a problem, buddy?" he snapped.
"Yes, " said the old man with glasses. "But as a matter of fact, I believe that one of my problems has just resolved itself." He took off the glasses, and abruptly Chamo realized that his eyes were of two different colors.
Just like two particular women of his acquaintance.
"Aw crap, " Chamo said, just before the hand closed around his body.