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 52

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Today I was out in the garage with my older brother, Shuta, and we were checking out all the different vehicles people here have, trying to guess which might belong to whom. We were particularly interested in the long line of motorcycles – there were so many of them! At one point, Shuta said I should get on one of them and have him take a picture, because otherwise no one would believe it.

“What do you mean by that?” I demanded.

He smirked and pinched my cheek. “Aw, Shin-chan, you’re too baby-faced to be a motorcycle man!”

“Oh, for –!” I laughed and gave him a playful shove – right into the first motorcycle. Now, if I had been an ordinary kid, this probably wouldn’t have mattered. However, I’m a vampire, and the shove had been a little more forceful than the norm. That first motorcycle began to tip over with Shuta on top of it.

“Oh NO!” I cried in horror, not for my fallen brother, but the way that the first cycle (Remy’s?) had clipped the next one (Rei’s?) knocking THAT one over onto the third one (Logan’s?), then the next (DenBird?) and the NEXT (RedBird?) and so on. It was like a nightmarishly expensive game of Dominoes.

“What the hell are you kids DOING?!”

We both turned toward Logan as he strode over, and when he saw it was me, he barked, “YOU again?! Did you decide to finish the job on my motorcycle for real?!”

He was referring to that crank call I’d made to him during our last Secret Club meeting. I shook my head vigorously and helped my brother stand up. “No, not at all! It was an accident; we can pick them up!” The two of us started to do so, and with vampire strength, lifting them was easy, but doing so under Logan’s glower wasn’t.

“Stop right there!” he ordered when we uncovered his own cycle from under Rei’s. “I’ll get it myself.”

“But we can –“

The look he shot me shut me up fast. We watched him stand his bike up, then Shuta and I finished up the others in silence.

“Since you two like fooling around in the garage so much, get some buckets and sponges and start washing everything you see.” He swept a hand to indicate more cars and motorcycles than you’d find in the average dealership. “EXCEPT,” he added, “for mine. I don’t want you so much as breathing on it ever again, got it?”

We swallowed and nodded.

So if anyone wants us, we’ll be in the garage getting water wrinkles on our fingers so deep that even vampire healing will never heal them.

Shinjiro

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I got a call from Masumi yesterday, but wasn’t able to take it right away, so it ended up as a voicemail that said: “Rio, it’s Masumi. Come to the mall NOW!”

And that was it. So I suppose it was up to me to obey or not, but ultimately I was curious. Maybe it had something to do with Precious (those rare treasures the Boukengers are obsessed with) and maybe if it did, I could relieve him of it (okay, there’s still a bit of bad boy in me.)

I had barely stepped through the main doors of the mall when I was grabbed by the arm and hauled off.

“Hello to you, too!” I said dryly.

“Sorry, hi,” Masumi replied. “I need your help!”

“Did you find Precious?”

“It’s a matter of deciding BETWEEN Precious.”

He let me go and once I righted myself, I realized I was in a jewelry store.

“And here I always thought Precious was hidden in mountainsides or at the bottom of an ocean.”

“Okay, this isn’t our typical Precious as we know it.” Masumi grinned at me. “I’m trying to pick out a surprise for Winry.”

I stared at him. “And you need me why?”

He shrugged. “You’ve been in a relationship longer than me; you have a better sense of what women like.”

Not that I mind being regarded an expert, but really, I only know what Mele likes, and Mele is no ordinary woman. As for Winry, I wasn’t sure she wouldn’t prefer a new ratchet set to jewelry.

Still, since it WAS for Winry, and this was what he wanted to do, I figured I’d at least make sure he got her something of quality.

We started looking around at the various options. I do know something about jewelry, as I like to accessorize myself. But I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen Winry wear anything but earrings.

Right on cue, Masumi said eagerly, “Hey, what about these earrings? They’re nice!”

They WERE nice, but they weren’t anything different from what I’d seen on her ears already (except maybe more pricey.) “I don’t know, Masumi, shouldn’t you look for something a little special? Something that says, ‘Winry’ the moment you see ….” I stopped as my attention was caught by something inside one of the glass cases. A delicate gold chain, at the end of which was a pendant that was shaped, of all things, like a wrench. It was made up entirely of tiny, different-coloured pearls.

“This,” I said, pointing at it. They must have made it just for her; what other girl would want it?

When Masumi saw it, he whooped. “You’re right, it’s perfect! She’ll love it!”

I signalled the clerk (who had already been watching us warily, being suspicious long-haired boys and all evil like that) and asked to see it more closely. She brought it out and we both studied it.

“It’s amazing,” he said admiringly and looked at the clerk. “How much?”

I won’t write her response here, but it was enough that she felt the need to add, “It’s a designer piece, fashioned in Italy by Feinholt Kumquat.” (No, that wasn’t the real name, but it translated about as well into Japanese.) The phone rang, and she nodded an apology and walked a few feet away to answer it.

Masumi held up the fuzzy box that displayed the pendant and smiled. “I’m definitely gonna take it. I’ll never find anything more suitable, don’t you agree?”

“I’m the one who showed it to YOU, aren’t I? Of course I agree.” I turned away and headed for the store entrance. “Since my work here is done, I’m going home.”

I was about ten feet outside the door when I heard Masumi calling, “Wait, Rio, I want to buy you lunch for helping me ou—“

“STOP, THIEF! SECURITY!”

I stopped and turned to see Masumi a few feet behind me, outside the jewelry store ….

And the idiot had carried the pendant with him without thinking.

The clerk grabbed Masumi’s arm and he finally realized why she was freaking out so that you could hear both of them yelling over each other:

“NO, IT’S A MISTAKE!”

“YOU BET IT WAS, THIEF! GUARD, OVER HERE!”

“LET ME GO, I WASN’T TRYING TO--!”

“HERE HE IS! THIS ONE AND THAT ONE, TOO!”

She was pointing at ME now, and next thing I knew, a second guard had hold of my bicep and we were both being ‘escorted’ to the mall office with everyone gaping at us. I was utterly humiliated and somewhat homicidally-inclined toward Masumi at that point.

It was NOT a good situation in the office. The woman accused us of setting her up by having her bring the pendant out of the counter and then luring her away by having a third accomplice phone the store (apparently, the phone call had been a wrong number) so we could ‘make off with the goods.’ She claimed she’d even heard Masumi say he was ‘definitely taking it’ just before we took off.

Masumi got defensive and stubborn, as he seems to do in situations where he’s accused of anything. As for me, I sighed heavily and interrupted with, “Look, just check the security tapes, all right? You’ll see that I did not run, I simply walked out, and he followed me as an afterthought. It was STUPID,” I said, giving Masumi a Look, “but not an intentional crime.”

They did watch the tape, but still insisted on calling our guardians so they could vouch for us. Masumi ended up with his entire team there, arguing that while he was indeed stupid, he was still a Boukenger in good standing and had credentials to prove it. Master Shafu came on my behalf, and his calm, reasoning demeanor seemed to put everyone in a better frame of mind about it all.

In the end, we were allowed to go free on the condition that we never go near that jewelry store again. Although Masumi WAS allowed in just one last time; to buy the pendant for Winry.

She’d better like it because I know what I’LL be reminded of every time I see it on her.

Rio

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End of Compilation 52

(2008)

No characters here are mine.

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