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. Since the May 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, TMNT, and RL performers. Same-sex relationships may be included, ages are altered; nothing is necessarily canon. 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.

*NOTE* This game post was in answer to a challenge by bewize where a character was supposed to get in big trouble for something that should have been minor.


Sprefvent - Compilation 62

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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My plans for yesterday were innocent enough. Mojikara practice, sword practice, work on my extra-credit history assignment, stuff like that. How in the world did I end up a fraud and a cheat?

I'd just gotten settled, kneeling in front of my paper sheets with my Shodophone in hand, ready to write the first character, when it rang! I nearly dropped it, I was so startled, but I manage to answer it. "Hello?"

"Ryuu-chan, thank goodness! I need you to do me a really big favour!"

"Hiroki?" I said to my cousin. “Is something wrong?"

"Not if you do this for me," he answered. " I'm calling from a photo shoot or I’d go there myself."

"Go where?"

"To Avex – would you go for me? I have a cheque waiting for me there and I need to pick it up today."

"Avex …? Oh, your management company. Why can't you just pick it up tomorrow?"

"I'm filming tomorrow — all day, twelve hours! Then school all day after that!"

Wow, I knew Hiroki was busy, but I had no idea he hardly had time to think. "Well," I said thoughtfully, “my practice can wait, I guess. Where do I go for it?"

"The front desk is fine. I really appreciate this."

"Wait!” I said suddenly. “If it’s a cheque, they won’t just hand it over to a stranger, will they?"

"Well, no, but that's why I'm asking you — just let them think you're me!"

He said it so cheerfully you wouldn't think there was anything wrong with it. I wasn't sure that there was, but somehow, it didn't feel right.

"I – I don't know, Hiroki —"

"Please, Ryunosuke? It's all right when I'm giving you permission, isn't it?"

That made some sense. It was my cousin’s money, and he was asking me to do this. “All right, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you! I’ll be home late tonight, so I’ll get it from you in the morning before I go to the set. I’ve got to get back to my photo shoot – oh! Don’t forget to change your clothes to something more like I’d wear, okay? Thanks!”

And he was gone. I put my Shodophone away and got ready to go. I could see his point about the clothes; I dressed pretty conservatively, and Hiroki was more modern in style. I ended up having to go over to the X-mansion to raid my cousin’s closet. It couldn’t hurt for these people at Avex to see ‘Hiroki’ in something he’d worn before.

I had to take the bus downtown, and before going inside, I took a moment to prepare mentally. As an actor, I knew I had to get into the head of my character. I was Aiba Hiroki — I loved to dance, eat, and act like a goofball. I also had the most wonderful, understanding cousin in the world.

Hiroki's head was a scary place, but I could do this. I put a smile on my face and a spring in my step as I went through the front doors.

I approached the secretary at the reception desk and gave her what I felt was Hiroki's most charming smile. "Good morning!”

She brightened. “Good morning, Aiba-kun, how are you?”

“I’m great, thank you,” I said, resting folded arms casually on the top of the counter. “You have my cheque here, right?”

“Oh, yes.” She unlocked a drawer and looked through it. "Here it is." She brought it out, then placed an open book in front of me that had Hiroki's name on it with a line for a signature.

NOW what would I do? I had already said I was Hiroki; how would it look if I didn't sign for the cheque? And why hadn't he or I thought of this possibility? I accepted a pen and tried to think of my cousin’s handwriting as I wrote his name. Would they check the signature against the real one? Would I go to jail for forgery? Oh my God, I was committing FORGERY!

"Thank you," she said, taking the book back and closing it without even glancing inside. “Have a nice day!"

The cheque was in a sealed envelope. I tucked it safely away in the zippered pocket of Hiroki's jacket and went home.

I had just come into our community and was about to turn up the driveway to our house when I heard someone call out, "Hiroki, hold on a minute!"

I turned to tell whoever it was that they were mistaken, but I didn't get the chance before Mystique caught my arm and said, " I was about to go looking for you. Are you busy?"

"Um, not exactly, but—"

"Good, then come to the schoolhouse with me and you can take that make-up test for History."

"But I can't!" I said, horrified.

Her expression turned grim. "Hiroki, you put this test off twice already. It's now or never, and never means an F, which you cannot afford."

This was horrible! I didn’t know my cousin had an outstanding test to take, but I DID know it had to be his work schedule keeping him too busy for it. It didn't seem fair that this ultimatum was happening, especially since he wasn't there to do anything about it.

Or was he…?

“All right, Darkholme-sensei,” I said, and walked with her to the schoolhouse.

Yes, I did it. I wrote Hiroki’s test for him, and then I went home and changed back to my own clothes. I wanted to blame Hiroki for the dirty way I felt, but I really couldn’t. He’d asked me to get the cheque, but I was the one who had agreed to do it, and every action I took after that had been my own decision.

The guilt might have been enough, except for what happened next.

"Ryunosuke," said Jii from the doorway, "we need to talk."

"Sure." I knelt on the floor and he did the same, facing me, his expression serious.

“I was around the side of the house when I heard Mystique call to your cousin," he said, and I started to feel my stomach sink. "I overheard the conversation about the test. I didn't think anything of it until I was in the kitchen a few moments ago and saw ‘Hiroki' coming out of the school and walking into this house, up to your room."

I swallowed hard. He held my gaze.

"You wrote that test for your cousin, didn't you, Ryunosuke?"

I lowered my eyes. "Yes."

His voice was stern. "What else did you do today? You were wearing Hiroki's clothes for a reason when she saw you."

I confessed to picking up the cheque and how it came about. When I finally looked back up at Jii, he was glaring at me.

"So first you impersonated your cousin and forged his signature! That was wrong and you knew it, but ALMOST forgivable since you had his permission. But to write a test for him?! Even if he would have wanted you to do it, you knew very well that was cheating!"

I cringed inside. "Yes," I admitted, "but if I hadn't, he would have failed automatically because Darkholme-sensei wasn't going to give him another chance."

"Well, now he's going to fail, anyway, because we're going to go tell your teacher the truth! Come on!”

I got to my feet and he took me by the arm, leading me out of my room and down the stairs.

“I can go over by myself, Hikoma-san,” I said to him softly.

“I don’t think so,” he retorted. “For the first time today, everyone will know which cousin I’ve got hold of.”

I felt the eyes of the other Shinkengers on us as we left, but they saved their curious speculations until after we were gone.

Jii marched me over to the X-mansion and knocked on the door. Lucky me, it was Mystique who answered.

"What's going on?" she asked, looking back and forth between us. Before I could open my mouth, Jii reached up and caught the back of my head, shoving it down so I was bent at the waist in a deep bow. This is something Japanese adults do to little children to teach them to bow. How humiliating.

"Ryunosuke has something to tell you, Darkholme-san," he said.

"Oh?" She replied curiously, which I guessed was my cue to finally speak.

"It wasn’t Hiroki who took your test earlier," I confessed. “It was me.”

There was a moment of silence in which she probably registered surprise, then she said, "I thought something was suspicious when Hiroki got a perfect score. That had never happened before."

Jii allowed me to stand upright again. "I didn't mean to deceive you, but when you assumed I was Hiroki and then said it was his last chance to write the test --"

"That's no excuse for cheating!" Jii barked at me.

"No, it isn't," Mystique agreed, then shook her head in wonder, studying me. "I can't believe you actually fooled me, Ryunosuke. As a shapeshifter, I consider myself pretty good at recognizing somebody else in disguise. You two look too much alike."

"He was wearing Hiroki’s clothes," Jii explained, giving me the evil eye. "Having just come back from forging his cousin’s signature at his management company."

"He asked me to get the cheque for him," I said helplessly.

"Well, I don't know about any of that," Mystique said. "But I know you cheated for Hiroki, and that’s very serious."

"He had no idea I was doing it," I said quickly. "He's been at a photo shoot all day." I lowered my head in shame. "The cheating was my decision."

"Then you're the one who will be punished," she replied firmly. "You'll receive a failing grade on the next History test, Ryunosuke. Hiroki will have a chance to do his make-up test himself."

I was relieved for my cousin, but that failing grade would be my first. Ever. If my parents found out, they’d be so disappointed in me.

"That's not the end of it Ryunosuke," Jii warned me. "Cheating will not be tolerated, even if your intentions were good, and it is definitely behavior unbefitting a Shinkenger. You'll be disciplined at home and then will tell your teammates and Tono what you've done."

It couldn't get any worse than that, I was sure. Jii took me home, had me bare my backside, and gave me twenty blistering whacks. Then I was made to confess my sins in front of the other vassals and my Tono.

Everyone was quiet when I finished. As I knelt there, I was struggling not to cry, I was so ashamed. Tono broke the silence by saying, "Thank you for telling us, Ryunosuke. I know you won’t do anything like this again. We'll all learn by your experience."

Chiaki piped up, "Who of us has a cousin we resemble so much that we could do it ourselves, anyway?"

That lightened the mood a little, but I still made my escape to my room as soon as I could.

It seemed that Tono had forgiven me, and the others too. Jii had told me that once I'd confessed to them we could put it behind us, so I knew he wasn't going to hold a grudge. There was still one person I needed to clear the air with before I'd forgive myself, though, and that was Hiroki.

Happily, he was very understanding, and even apologetic when he found out. "I'm SO sorry that my asking you that favour led to so much trouble for you, Ryuu-chan! I should be asking YOU for forgiveness!"

In the end, we called it even. Hiroki took his make-up test and passed (barely), and I’ll have to learn to live with that horrible, glaring F on my record.

Oh, and Hiroki tried to sign the cheque over to me to make up for everything, but I wouldn't let him. I DID allow him to buy me lunch at the mall, though. We got a lot of curious looks when we were there together, but I hope I'm not ever tempted again to impersonate him. I can obviously get into more than enough trouble just being myself.

Ryunosuke

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End of Part 62

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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