Haruka's Fanfiction

The following wasn't written as a fic, but rather as (edited) excerpts from a spanking RPG called ‘Spanking Refugee Vent’ or ‘Sprefvent’ for short. In it I play characters from various fandoms including Prince of Tennis, Death Note, Garo, Fruits Basket, Gekirangers, Kamen Rider Den-O, AAA, etc. The PoT characters are based around my Changechildren AU fic, and so are not necessarily canon. Same-sex relationships are included. Please note that although spanking is the main topic in the RPG, characters are allowed to vent about other things, so not ALL excerpts may contain spanking.


Sprefvent - Compilation 48

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Here’s part two of today’s AAA Secret Club!

As you may remember, when we last left our idiots, um, players, there had already been three missions carried out by Naoya, Mitsu, and Misako. We were ready for another draw.

This time, I regret to say, _I_ was the one who pulled out the chopstick with the black tip!

The others cheered quietly (meanies) and showed me the row of hidden mission slips. “Okay, Shin-chan, pick one!” Chiaki told me.

I knew what missions were left, and didn’t think any one of them would be preferable over the others, so resigned to my fate, I grabbed one. I groaned when I read it. “This is going to take forever!”

“It can’t take any longer than that stupid pirate game we played on the last video,” Misako remarked dryly. “Over an hour and a half because Chiaki kept messing up!”

“Hey, you and Shuuta lost, too.” Chiaki pouted.

Shuuta was reading my mission over my shoulder. “You’re better off than some of us because you’ve been posting on that list. Even some of the kids who didn’t know our band will know your name now from that.”

But it wasn’t a matter of anyone just knowing my name – for me to succeed at this mission, they would have to SAY it out loud, and with me not allowed to speak at all to prompt them!

With Chiaki taking a turn as camerawoman, we set off.

I wished that it was between classes so that there would be more kids around but no such luck. I debated which way to go for a few moments, then started downstairs. Someone else was coming up at the same time; someone I hadn’t met in person yet, but if I was lucky, they would recognize me.

Suddenly, this guy (who had kind of wild hair and a big smile) said, “Hi! I’m Kandou Jan! You’re new, right?”

“Yes, we’ve only been here for a couple of days,” Chiaki told him. I stood there helplessly, even when Jan glanced in my direction and smiled expectantly. I returned the smile, but didn’t say anything. He looked confused.

“Um, okay,” he said uncertainly, then continued upstairs, glancing back and shaking his head. “Bura bura,” he murmured, whatever that meant.

I looked at Chiaki, who shrugged. “Keep going, you’ll find someone.”

I went down to the foot of the stairs and paused, looking around the foyer. Maybe someone would be in the living room, I thought, so I went in that direction.

As it turned out, there were three people there watching football, or at least, three Imagin; Momotaros, Urataros, and Kintaros. Ryuutaros had introduced me to these guys; they knew my name! Now if I could just get them to SAY it!

Kintaros noticed us first. “Hi kids,” he said. “Not in school yet?”

“Probably tomorrow,” Chiaki replied.

Urataros regarded her curiously. “What are you doing with the camera, Chiaki-chan?”

“Filming around our new home,” she said pertly and smirked at me. She had noticed like I had that he had used HER name already. This was going to be embarrassing, but I had to get their attention somehow. I moved past my sister to stand in front of the tv.

“You’re blocking the set, kid,” Momotaros told me, like I didn’t know that already. I nodded firmly and stood my ground. Although he was in his natural form, so his expression didn’t change, his body language did as he leaned forward menacingly.

“Whaddya mean, ‘yes’?! Get outta the way!”

I swallowed and shook my head, then pointed to myself.

“What?!” Momotaros demanded, turning to Chiaki. “What’s with him?!”

She shrugged innocently and kept the camera running. I figured it would make good evidence in my murder trial.

The crowd cheered on the tv behind me, and Momotaros and Kintaros groaned. “We missed something important!” Momotaros complained.

“The only important thing in this silly game are the cheerleaders,” Urataros remarked.

“Well, I wanna see the GAME!” Momotaros got up and approached me, sticking his face close to mine. “Move it or lose it, boy!”

It was no use; the only thing I was going to accomplish there was getting smushed by an angry Imagin. I headed out of the room.

“And I thought Ryuuta was annoying!” I heard Momotaros snap behind me.

Back in the foyer, I was debating where to go next when Rei came in the front doors. Yay, someone else who knew my name!

“Hi guys!” he greeted. “Just back from closing Gates – at least today I didn’t get soaked! What are you up to?”

“Just hanging out,” Chiaki told him, forgetting about me and focusing the camera on him. “Looking good, Rei!”

He grinned and made a peace sign at the camera, then waved and headed past us. I caught his shoulder to stop him and he looked at me curiously. I pointed at myself with both hands, bouncing up and down a little, probably looking as desperate as I felt.

Rei’s polite smile faded to the same confusion I’d seen on Jan’s face earlier. He turned to Chiaki. “Does he have laryngitis?” he inquired.

“He may as well have,” she answered mischievously.

Rei clapped me on the shoulder. “Try some tea and honey. You’re a singer, too; you need to take care of your voice.”

Then he was gone up the stairs. I wilted and Chiaki giggled.

“Don’t give up. You’ll find someone.”

She had said that earlier, and she was right. I would keep finding people, but getting them to say my name was proving impossible!

Then I had an idea. An awful, last-resort kind of idea, but what choice did I have? I ran off down the hall toward the classrooms, and Chiaki followed.

“You’re going in THERE?” she asked, wide-eyed. I had stopped by one of the classrooms; the drone of a teacher’s voice from within showed that class was still in session.

I nodded firmly and walked in.

I don’t know what class was in session, but I recognized the teacher. Bruce Wayne.

“May I help you?” he asked in a tone that said he did not appreciate the interruption.

I nodded vigorously and turned to the students. A lot of them I had already met – some of them were even fans! I jumped up and down and pointed to myself while Chiaki kept filming.

“What’s wrong with him?” someone whispered.

“Is it Charades?”

“Why is Chiaki filming this?”

A heavy hand fell on my shoulder and I looked up at Batman in his not-so-mild-mannered teacher disguise. “If you don’t get out of here right now, the next demonstration I give the class will be the application of hand to backside with YOU as the subject.”

Yikes! I couldn’t stay, but I couldn’t leave yet, either! Desperately, I looked around for an idea, and then I had it. I ran to the blackboard and grabbed the chalk, then wrote in huge letters on the board, “SAY MY NAME!!!” and turned back to the class, pointing at it.

“SHINJIRO!” they chorused, laughing. I think most of them had figured out more or less what was going on. I pumped my fist in the air.

“YES!” I cheered. “Thank you all so much!” I bowed to them. I could hear Chiaki laughing at me, but I didn’t care – I was free!

“At least now I know what name to write on my list of troublemakers,” Mr. Wayne commented, and I looked at him fearfully. He may or may not have been kidding, but I decided the best thing to do was get out, and fast.

“Sorry!” I said to him, bowing quickly before rushing out with Chiaki right behind me.

My siblings wouldn’t stop laughing when I got back upstairs and Chiaki told them what happened. It took a while before we were calm enough to make the next draw.

“Oh nooooo!” Nisshi cried, looking at his black-tipped chopstick. “What am I going to do?”

“Whatever is on whichever paper you choose,” Mitsu told him sensibly. Nisshi sat up straight and tried to look brave as he picked one out. He hung his head when he saw it, but got to his feet.

“Which one is it?” Misako asked.

“Not the worst one,” he replied, turning it around to show everyone. “But embarrassing enough!”

“Where are you going to go?” Chiaki asked. “You’ll need an audience.”

He tapped the paper against his chin thoughtfully, then grinned. “I know! I’ll go where they need the most cheering up!”

Off he ran, and Mitsu chased after him with the camera.

Nisshi’s mission was pretty uncomplicated, and it was kind of ironic that he was the one who had drawn it, considering he’s arguably the best singer amongst us. Chiaki had been right; he would need an audience, and while I might have thought of a classroom first (and would probably have gotten in trouble), he instead went to the infirmary.

As you guys know, there had been a bad flu or some other virus that laid out a lot of you over the last few days, and some of you reading this are probably still there, trying to get over it. I don’t know if what Nisshi did helped or hurt, but his intentions were good, at least.

From what Mitsu said later, he bounced right in, nodding a hello to the doctor (Souma Hatori, right?), then faced the rows of beds and the patients in them.

“And now,” he announced, “this musical interlude!”

How many of you have ever heard of that old American tv show called ‘Hee Haw’? When we came up for the idea of this mission, it was Misako (having spent more time in America than the rest of us, filming movies) who thought of it, and taught the famous chorus of this song from that show to us in case we ended up with this particular mission:

“WHERE, OH WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT?
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME HERE ALL ALONE?
I SEARCHED THE WORLD OVER AND THOUGHT I FOUND TRUE LOVE
YOU MET ANOTHER AND *blows raspberry* YOU WAS GONE!”

Even though people weren’t feeling well, a lot of them clapped and cheered. Dr. Souma didn’t, though. He gave Nisshi a steady look. “Are you quite finished?”

“Yes.” He grinned and waved to his audience. “Thanks, everybody! Come on, Mitsu.”

And back they came. If that footage of Nisshi singing that song ever gets out, it might cripple our popularity. XD

But back to the Club! We still had two more missions to fulfill, and we were ready for the next draw.

“Aw, MAN!” Naoya complained as we all laughed to see that he had lost for the second time today. “I don’t believe this!”

“Only two left, Leader.” Shuuta held out the two papers in front of him, bobbing them up and down teasingly. Naoya sighed and took one, then fell over, hiding his face in my leg.

“Nooooooooooo ….”

I took the paper from his fingers and burst into laughter. “Oh, he got the GOOD one!”

“Yay!” Nisshi cried, then covered his mouth to shush himself. “It’s only fitting, Naoya, since we’re all subject to that treatment from you!”

“I know, I know, the irony isn’t lost on me.” Naoya pushed himself up, taking one of the props he would need for his mission. “You might as well take your turn as cameraman, Nisshi, come on.”

Nisshi giggled with delight and accepted the camera Mitsu handed him, following Naoya down the hall. This was one time I really wished I could have gone to see what would happen for myself.

Naoya was in back in the same position he was in with his other mission; he needed to find someone – anyone. Only this time he wouldn’t be getting off as easily as having to belch in their face.

The only problem was it suddenly seemed as if everybody had disappeared. No one was wandering the halls, going up or down the stairs, or coming in the front door.

“Maybe everyone left the house at once?” he said hopefully.

Nisshi laughed. “You wish! Come on – we know where to find people!” He took Naoya’s arm with his free hand and began pulling him along.

“Aw, come on, Nisshi, you can’t be serious! Sooner or later someone will come by, and –“

“And we could be waiting all day, Naoya. You might as well get it over with by going where you know you’ll find somebody.”

“Yeah,” Naoya sighed as they stopped outside a classroom, “but I really didn’t want to find so MANY somebodies.”

Nisshi gave him an expectant look and pointed at the door. Naoya reluctantly lifted his fist and knocked.

“I hope to God this isn’t the same room that Shinjiro came to earlier,” he said. “The one Batman was teaching in.”

“We’ll soon find out.” Nisshi noticed a shadow on the other side of the frosted-glass window just before the door opened. They both did a double-take, because they were expecting a teacher, but instead a handome, muscular boy about Nisshi’s age was there. He had on a black t-shirt with a familiar ‘S’ logo on the front. He held a piece of chalk in his hand, like he’d been standing at the blackboard.

“Superboy?” Naoya asked weakly.

“That’s right,” he answered with a smile. “You can call me Kon, though. You guys are with AAA, right?”

“Yep, that’s us! I’m Nisshi and this is Naoya.”

“Hello, gentlemen,” an equally-handome adult man came up behind Superboy. Nisshi said later that he knew right away from the build and the eyes that it had to be Superman. “Now that we all know who you are, may I ask why you’re interrupting my class?”

Nisshi nudged Naoya. “First person you see, remember?” he hissed, then glanced mischievously at Kon.

Naoya cleared his throat and handed his mission prop to Kon, then bowed. “Please use this on me!”

The surprised Superboy was staring down at the ping-pong paddle in his hand, stupefied. “Huh?” he finally said.

“What is going on here?” Superman, or Mr. Kent in this case, asked patiently. Nisshi winked at him.

“Please just indulge us, sir. It won’t take long.” He looked at Kon. “You’re the first person he saw, so it has to be you. You just have to whack him once with that, okay? Then we’ll be on our way.”

Kon looked from the paddle to Naoya, then to Mr. Kent, who shrugged, shaking his head. “If it will hurry this up so we can get back to work, fine, go ahead.”

Naoya and I stepped further into the room so we weren’t hanging out in the doorway. Of course the class had heard everything, and were watching eagerly as Naoya turned around and bent over to receive the paddle, his hands on his knees to steady himself. “I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” I heard him murmur. He was referring to one of our other Club meetings where Chiaki got to hit him on the butt with a plastic bat. Nisshi stifled a chuckle, and said to Kon, “Don’t hold back – remember, he’s a vampire. He can take it.”

“THANKS, Nisshi,” Naoya said dryly.

Kon no longer looked uncertain, now that he had permission from all parties. In fact, Nisshi said, he looked like he planned to enjoy this (maybe because it’s so seldom that we kids get to take ‘revenge’ on an adult in this fashion? XD) He got a good grip on the paddle’s handle, sidled up to Naoya and put a firm hand on his lower back, then drew back the paddle.

*WHACK!*

“YEOW!” Naoya cried out, nearly falling over but for Kon’s hand steadying him. Nisshi and the entire class cracked up laughing.

“That was fun!” Kon declared happily. “Can I do it again?”

“No!” Naoya quickly relieved him of the paddle. “Once is all I bargained for, thank you.” He bowed quickly, then left the room, rubbing his butt and wincing.

We were down to the last mission, and we all knew which one was left. Needless to say, NO one wanted to have to do this particular mission.

We all shared a nervous look as we placed our hands on the chopsticks and made our final draw. I stared, disbelieving, at the black mark on the end of mine.

“Yay!” Chiaki cheered, no longer caring if she was quiet. “I finally got through one of these sessions without losing!”

“I didn’t lose, either!” Shuuta declared, and the two of them shared a high-five.

“I can’t believe this!” I said mournfully, still staring at the black mark. Mitsu gave my shoulder a pat.

“It won’t be so bad, Shin-chan. The teachers here hardly know us yet; the guy won’t recognize your voice.”

“And you’re allowed to try and disguise it,” Misako pointed out.

It didn’t matter. I was still a dead man, and I knew it, because our last and final mission was for the loser to make a crank phone call – to Logan.

We had been told a few things about the man called Logan – most of which was pretty intimidating. Which, while it had made him an ideal subject for our mission, also made me feel like I might be wetting my pants if I weren’t a vampire and didn’t eliminate.

Everyone gathered around, and with Naoya operating the camera, I pulled out my cell phone and cleared my throat. I wouldn’t be able to disguise my Japanese accent, but I had that covered with the fake name I would use. All I needed to do now was deepen my already-deep voice a little more and maybe I could conceal my own identity entirely. I punched in the number that we had written down in preparation, and waited.

“Logan here,” came the gruff answer.

“This is Sargeant Makihito of Precinct 12,” I said, ignoring my siblings who were stifling laughter around me. “We have your motorcycle here, or at least – PIECES of it.”

“What?” the voice over the phone growled dangerously.

“The license plate remained intact, so we were able to find you,” I lied, “but the rest of the bike is totalled. Seems someone stole it and wrecked it, I’m sorry.”

It sounded like Logan was moving now, hopefully heading out to the garage to check for his motorcycle, since getting him there was ultimate proof that my mission was successful. “And where exactly did my bike turn up in this condition?”

“About an hour ago, from the witness reports. We’re still looking for the perpetrators.”

“Shin-chan,” Misako whispered. I ignored her and continued.

“We don’t have much hope of finding them, I’m afraid – they could be anywhere by now.”

“I see,” Logan said. “I guess I’d better head over there to pick up my scrap metal then, huh?”

“Shinjiro!” Mitsu hissed at me. I turned to give him a dirty look, but someone else tapped my shoulder and I turned back that way first, then dropped the phone.

“What the hell are you doing, kid?” Logan asked in an even tone, his face only inches from mine. I gulped.

“H-how did you …?” I managed to stammer out.

He snorted. “I was wondering why I was hearing an echo – the same voice in my ear and nearby in the house. Didn’t your sources tell you about how good my hearing is?”

I shook my head. Logan picked me up by the front of my shirt, causing all the siblings to tense up.

“You’re playing games with the wrong guy, bub, and you don’t ever mess with my motorcycle, not even in a fake story, got it?”

I nodded so hard I’m surprised my head didn’t fall off. He let me go and Naoya caught me before I could fall over.

“Whatever you’re doing, you’re done for the day.” Logan eyed all of us. “Understood?”

We got the hint. In a flash, we had gathered all our stuff and made tracks out of there.

“I guess I failed in my mission,” I said to Nisshi with regret. He grinned and clapped me on the back.

“Hey, you SURVIVED it!” he pointed out cheerfully. “I’d say that means you succeeded!”

I couldn’t argue with that.

And there you have the first meeting in our new home of the AAA Secret Club! We’ll be holding a popcorn night in the living room tomorrow to play the recordings if anyone is interested, and who knows? We might even do this here again sometime.

But next time, we’ll leave Logan’s motorcycle out of it.

Shinjiro

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End of Compilation 48

(2008)

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

NOTE: For the Secret Club write-up I did in the game, I chose the seven missions first and numbered them, then randomly drew the band members' names from slips of paper I made and put them with the missions in the order they were drawn so it was all left to chance, just like it is when the real band does it. That's why not everyone ended up getting one, because everyone draws in each round, even if they already went on a mission.

Also, if you want to see the original Secret Club missions, I uploaded them this morning:

Secret Club 1: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VZ85BD02
Secret Club 2: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0EP6BJKX
Secret Club 3: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VE22QK0W

They're frickin' hilarious! XD