Haruka's Fanfiction

This story is not canon. It is based in one of my wife’s and my RPG worlds, this one being set in a family neighborhood. The households are usually large, and are made up of some of our favorite fandoms.

Info/warnings here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/sakuracourt/profile
Earlier chapters here: http://canadian-haruka.insanejournal.com/tag/sakura+court

*NOTE* If you want to check out a preview of Kazuma's band, Mannequin, in their first video, you can find it here: http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=39632978 :D


Sakura Court – Part 6

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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“How many times do we have to go through this, Kazuma?” the Principal was saying. It was one of those questions that didn’t require an answer, especially as he continued. “This is the third time this month, and I think that’s enough.”

“Yes sir,” I replied, because it wouldn’t be smart to say, “Oh, I don’t know, I think I’ve got one more in me.” That was more like something either of my brothers might say. I’m not so much of a smartass as they are.

At least I don’t think I am. Maybe my bandmates would say differently.

“Either you take out the ponytails and wash off the makeup or I’ll have to send you home.”

“All right,” I said obediently. “I’ll do it right away.”

He eyed me seriously. “If I have to have this conversation with you one more time this month, I’ll be paddling you. Understand?”

I nodded firmly, wide-eyed. I’d never been paddled in school before and didn’t want to start now.

“You may go.”

I bowed and headed out of the room, already pulling the ties from my hair. It seemed ridiculous to me that he’d rather have my hair loose around my shoulders than in two tidy ponytails just because I was a boy. But he was the one in charge, so who was I to expect him to make sense?

I was surprised to find my bandmates waiting outside for me. “Hey, guys,” I frowned at Tendo’s raccoon-smudges around his eyes and put my hands on my hips indignantly. “Now that just isn’t fair! How come they didn’t get on YOUR case about makeup?”

“The teachers are creeped out by him, so they don’t say anything!” Tatsuro snickered. My dye-blonde bandmate had to duck a smack Tendo aimed at him.

“You shouldn’t give in to them, Kazuma,” Shotaro scolded me. “It’s bad enough we have to wear these uniforms; they shouldn’t be able to mess with your hair and makeup.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, well, both my brothers got spanked this morning and I don’t want to make it unanimous. Come on, I’ve got to go wash this off”

As we were going toward the bathroom, I passed a Senior classroom that was supposed to be empty during lunch. A distinctive *SMACK* came from inside. I paused – the door was open a crack. Unable to resist, I peeked in.

A guy who looked vaguely familiar was being spanked by a teacher. He wasn’t in any of my classes, as I’m not a Senior, but he was very, very handsome. Normally, if a teacher spanks a kid, they do it with the paddle, while the kid leans over the desk. This guy was actually over the teacher’s knee, bare-bottomed. And what a lovely bottom it was, not to mention his firm, sexy thighs.

Someone tapped my shoulder. “Hey, Kazuma,” said Tatsuro, “what are you doing?”

“Falling in love,” I replied softly.

“What?!” My bandmates all tried to crowd in for a look, but I pushed them back.

“Stop that!” I hissed. “Don’t look!”

“Why, what is it?” Shotaro asked.

“There’s a really cute guy getting spanked in there!”

“And you’re in love with him already?” Tendo queried, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yes,” I said seriously. “Yes, I am.”

“Hmm,” Tendo said, nodding. He turned to the other two. “Let’s go.”

“Aww!” Tatsuro and Shotaro complained, but allowed Tendo to push them down the hall. I said a silent thank you to him and vowed to put in a good word for him with Yasuka, then turned back to the door. It seemed that the show was over; Sexy Guy was dressed again, and standing in front of the teacher, massaging his butt slowly. I wanted to be doing it for him.

“I don’t ever want to have to do this again, Kazuki,” the teacher was saying. Ooo, his name was Kazuki – and mine was Kazuma! There’s the proof, I decided. We were destined for each other.

“I don’t want that, either,” Kazuki answered, and although his voice was still thick from trying to hold back tears, it matched the rest of him for sexiness. It was the kind of voice you could melt to.

“You may go now. I’ll see you later.”

I moved hastily away from the door, but not too far. I didn’t want him to miss me, so I leaned back against the lockers and waited. He came out and noticed me right away, looking startled (obviously stunned by my beauty. Or maybe just surprised that someone was outside the door.) I sucked in my breath; he was even more gorgeous up close.

He gave me a wry smile and rubbed his butt again. “If you were waiting for the teacher, she’s free now.”

“Well, actually, I was waiting for you,” I told him. “I’m sorry you got punished.”

He laughed ruefully. “Heard it all, did you?” He put a hand against the locker by me and cocked his head. “Or did you watch, too?”

I blushed a little. “Yeah, I did,” I admitted, glancing up from under my lashes. “Are you mad at me?”

He regarded me thoughtfully. “Kind of embarrassed, but not mad. I probably would have done the same thing.” He winked. “Did it give you a thrill?”

I giggled, hoping the blush didn’t get worse. “I’m not telling!” I said, then bit my lip. “It’s weird that a teacher would spank a student over her lap, though.”

“Not if that teacher is also your mother.” He grinned. “Hey, my name’s Kazuki. I think I know you, but I’m not sure – have we met before?”

“No, I’d remember that, but you look familiar to me, too.”

He smiled modestly. “Well, I’m an actor and singer. Maybe you’ve seen some of my work.”

I gasped, suddenly realizing. “_Kato_ Kazuki!”

“That’s me! And you are …?”

“Kazuma – I don’t use a family name in my career, but I’ve done some acting, too, and I have my own band, Mannequin –“

“THAT’S where I’ve seen you!” he exclaimed. “I saw your band in a club downtown, you’re really good.”

“Thank you,” I said happily. “You are, too.”

He chuckled, looking me over. “I almost didn’t recognize you without the Lolita dress.”

“They won’t let me wear it here,” I complained, sticking out my lower lip for emphasis.

He leaned down by my ear. “You’re just as beautiful without it,” he whispered, and my entire year was made.

He glanced at the hall clock. “Looks like there’s still some lunch hour left. Would you like to eat with me?”

I smiled. “I would love to.”

Kazuki offered me his arm and you’d better believe I took it.

I never did go to wash off my make-up.


Kazuma

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End of Part 6

(2008)

No characters here are mine.

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