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* Prior to this game post, the characters had all been involved in a week-long fight regarding Yuuta’s Siren power and whether or not his usage had been irresponsible. Some said that there was NEVER any circumstance under which another person’s will should be taken over. That’s important to know before reading the following.

Sprefvent - Compilation 64

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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After I made my earlier posts today, I had to go out to a signing for my ‘Sunday’ CD/DVD. It was a wonderful event with lots of fans and made the black cloud I'd had over my head lately vanish in an instant. A couple of them even confided to me that they believed they were Changechildren, too (I don't know if they were right, but it made me feel good that they would consider me a peer in that way.)

I had borrowed Yasuka’s car (with his permission) so that I could get from the signing to a radio interview in time. I could've taken the company limo, but hadn't been able to resist Yasuka’s offer of the pretty new car.

I should have taken the limo.

Mall security let me out one of the back doors, taking a glance around to make sure there weren't any hovering fangirls or boys hanging around. All was clear, so we said goodbye and I went out while he disappeared inside. I had just reached the car, key in hand, about to put it in the lock when someone grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back in one motion. I dropped the key.

"Furukawa Yuuta," an unfamiliar voice murmured in my ear as something cold and hard pressed against my throat. A knife.

He started dragging me backwards and I didn't know where he was heading. I couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight, in a mall parking lot yet! But it was the back lot where hardly anyone goes — the only cars there probably belong to employees.

I was trying to struggle but couldn't get any purchase with my feet while going backwards. This guy was at least as tall as I was, and a lot stronger, plus he had the weapon. My heart was pounding wildly and I was breathing so fast I was nearly hyperventilating. But when I saw the side wall of the mall pass me, I realized I was being dragged into the garbage bin area — not totally secluded, but more so than the open lot.

The arm around me holding the knife drew away, but then I was slammed up against the wall and had the breath knocked out of me before I could cry out.

"Just keep quiet and you won’t get hurt," he said, and I felt the flat of the blade at the back of my neck. Worse, I felt his other hand unfastening my pants.

A nearly insane panic took over and I finally began screaming and thrashing. It wasn't so much that I forgot the knife; I just couldn't stand there and let him do what he was planning to do to me. I felt the sting of a cut sustained as I struggled, but I was flailing and screaming bloody murder so loudly that the guy gave up and began to run — right into mall security as they were coming to investigate the noise. The two of them wrestled on the ground while I blubbered into my phone to 911.

The police came and caught the guy before he could get out of the parking lot. The security guard had been cut during their struggle, but would be okay. My own cut on the back of my neck is small and not very deep -- it probably won't scar. Needless to say that with the attack and having to give statements to the police, etc., I missed my radio interview. It’s probably just as well, as I still can't talk without my teeth chattering from nerves (my hands are trembling so badly that this is taking forever to type.)

Now did anyone notice anything important about this whole incident? Not once did I use my power — not deliberately and not accidentally. I was so paralyzed with fear that the option didn't occur to me, and having never trained in any kind of self defense, it didn't happen as reflex, either. I've been suppressing it so much lately, it just didn't register as part of my (nearly non-existent) arsenal.

So after all the hassle of last week and the condemnation of my power, I finally found a practical use for it -- and it was nearly too late.

Yuuta

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End of Part 64

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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