Haruka's Fanfiction

This collaboration was originally part of an AU crossover, spanking RPG called Sprefvent in which various unusually-gifted characters from several different fandoms all live in the same school. In the following, RL performer Yuuta Furukawa has Siren mind-control power, and he and Warren Worthington from X-Men have been boyfriends for a long time. Contains spanking and m/m relationships.

Warren’s posts are written by Bewize (bewize@yahoo.com) and Yuuta’s posts are written by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com).

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The Ballad of Warren and Yuuta



Everyone knows how close Warren and I have become. We’ve been dating exclusively for months, and (yes, I’ll state it here for all to see) I truly am in love with him. He’s the best boyfriend anyone could want; he considerate, supportive, attentive, and fun to be with. He never once pressured me to go further than I wanted to go.

Which may be why he looked so surprised a couple of days ago when I told him exactly HOW far I wanted to go.

“Yuuta,” he said slowly, touching my cheek, “are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I told him firmly, looking him straight in the eyes so he would know there was no hesitation there. “Don’t you want me, too?”

His grin was almost comical, it was so torn between eager and sheepish. “Are you kidding?”

We sealed it with a (steamy hot) kiss and held each other for a long time.

“But how … where?” I asked finally. “Certainly not HERE. All we would need is for Logan’s radar hearing to catch a giveaway sound or the Professor to pick up intense thoughts during the moment –“

“We can’t go to a hotel, either,” Warren speculated out loud. “Too much chance of the press getting wind of it and with our luck a helicopter for the six o’clock news would show up outside our balcony.”

I deflated. “It’s hopeless, isn’t it? I don’t want our first time together to be in the backseat of a car, even if it IS a limousine.”

Warren looked thoughtful. “Maybe not. There could be a place where we’d have complete privacy.” He took both my hands in his and squeezed them excitedly. “I’m sure it could work! This is a piece of Worthington property that sits virtually unused except for a monthly cleaning crew, and they only come on the first of the month. It’s out in the country, on a lake -- no neighbours for miles. My father bought it about ten years ago when he went through a phase of supposed ‘retirement’ – we spent a summer fishing there when I was a kid.” He shrugged. “After that summer, he went back to work and we haven’t been there since.”

My eyes lit up with excitement. “It sounds perfect!”

He pulled me against him and we kissed hard.

Of course, being kids, it wasn’t as easy as dancing out the door to our proposed love nest. We had to lay some groundwork for the suspicious adults first.

Professor Xavier was to be avoided at all costs. If we told him the lies we needed to tell to make this work, he would recognize them as exactly that. So I went to Logan and put my professional acting skills to work.

"Logan," I said, " I'm going to be out of town overnight. I have a photo shoot in Yokohama, but there’ll be a tutor on set."

Since I've done this kind of thing dozens of times before, he didn't think anything of it. "Okay, kid. Be careful out there."

"I will, thanks." I left the room, trying not to smile too broadly.

Warren joined me out back by the pool — we were trying not to talk about it in the house anymore.

"How’d it go for you?" I asked brightly. I figured he could tell from my expression that I was successful.

"Went great," he answered, smiling. "I talked to Mr. Lensherr and told him I was spending the evening at some event my father was sponsoring and it would probably run very late, so I'd go home with him and be back here tomorrow afternoon."

“Did he ask about school?"

"I said I'd make up the work fast. He knows I get good grades."

Stage one was complete; stage two went into effect last night, and some of you may have been present to see it.

Warren and I were slated to leave separately for our own ‘destinations' within a few minutes of each other. That meant we could stage a public goodbye at the front door. My cab arrived first, and I signalled out the door that I'd seen him, then turned to Warren.

"I know it's only one night, but it feels like it's going to be forever away from you," I told him softly, acutely aware that there were at least a couple of witnesses within earshot.

He played with my hair. "You don't know how much I wish I could have you on my arm at this thing. It'll be boring without you."

We kissed for a few moments. Then he walked me out to my cab. Another kiss, and I was driven away .…

… To the parking lot of the local mall, where I paid the cabbie and waited for Warren to arrive in his own taxi. His car had already been parked there hours ago, waiting to take us to our hideaway for the night.

"I can't believe we pulled this off!" I exclaimed in delight as I threw my arms around his neck.

"Well, you're a great actor.” Warren smiled, kissing my cheek.

"So are you! What a performance!" I laughed, then took his hand. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The drive out was so much fun. Just the two of the singing along to the radio, enjoying each other's company, with the promise of untold delights awaiting us that night — all in complete privacy. It was heavenly.

I was expecting a simple log cabin on the lake, but I should have known that the Worthingtons don't know the meaning of the word 'simple.' The place was like a resort! A huge house (mansion?) in a large clearing, with a tennis court and a pool (even with the lake there!) The family fishing boat was no little rowboat, oh no. It was practically a yacht, but not so gigantic that you couldn't cast a line and not hit the water.

Of course, fishing wasn't what we had in mind.

When we arrived, and after I was suitably blown away by my surroundings, Warren let us into the house. Inside, it was decorated to appear rustic, but still classy. Lot of woodwork, rafters up above, and a big stone fireplace. The tartan throws on the sofa and chairs added a lovely touch of colour.

“I want you to wait here for about ten minutes," Warren said, seating me in the living room. "There something I want to do upstairs before I bring you up." He bent down and kissed me, then ran up the stairs. He looked so boyishly eager I couldn't help grinning to myself.

While waiting, I’ll confess that I went to the mirror and did some serious work on my hair to make it perfect. I thought about what was to come and wondered if I would disappoint him. Could I pull off being passionate, alluring, and irresistible when this would be the first time he'd seen me naked? He would be seeing — and touching — the most intimate places of my body. I didn't want to appear embarrassed or be hesitant at all because then he may not think I wanted him, and I did. So very much.

"Yuuta!" Warren poked his head back into the living room. "Come with me." He extended his hand and I took it. We went upstairs together.

"After you," he said, his eyes shining as he stood aside and directed me into a room. I stepped through the door and drew a breath.

It had the same wood and stone décor, and even another huge fireplace, only this one had an inviting, crackling fire going merrily within it. There were no other lights on, so the whole room glowed and flickered with firelight. At our feet, a white fur rug was thick and soft. However, the focal point of the room was the king-size, four-poster mahogany bed. The quilt matched the colourful tartan throws downstairs.

"Warren, it's beautiful." I breathed. He touched my cheek.

"YOU’RE beautiful," he told me softly. We drew together for a kiss.

“There’s just one last thing I need to get,” he said, handing me my overnight bag. “You can change here, and I’ll change downstairs. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I nodded and he left. I opened my bag and brought out a pair of pajamas I’d never actually worn before. They were white satin – a birthday gift from my best friend back home. He had told me with a wink that I should save them for the most special night of my life, and this I knew would be the one.

After changing, I put my bag under the bed and then tentatively crawled onto it. I'd never been on such a huge bed before and mused that Warren and I might need a map just to find each other on it.

I heard him coming and tried to arrange myself so that I was posed more decoratively on the bed. Thank goodness for experience in photo shoots so that I could do so and make it look natural.

I almost forgot myself, anyway, when Warren came in, but luckily I held it together. Having my tongue loll out while I drooled all over the bed would not have been attractive.

Warren was bare-chested, the tops of his white wings looking even more brilliant in contrast to his tanned skin. His magnificent upper body held my gaze longer than was polite, but it still did not escape my notice that the silk pajama bottoms he wore matched his beautiful blue eyes perfectly. It was all I could do not to jump his bones there in the doorway.

“Wow,” I murmured with a mischievous smile, “if all that is for me, I must have been a very good boy this year.”

“And here I was thinking that _I_ was the lucky one when I got a look at you,” he said appreciatively looking me over. “You’re amazing.”

I smiled, then realized what he had in his hands. “Is that wine?” I asked hopefully.

His eyes sparkled like the liquid in the glasses. “Champagne, actually. Vintage. This is a special occasion.” He came over and handed me a glass, then sat on the bed with me. We linked arms and both took a sip.

I don’t want anyone to think we got drunk – we didn’t. The glasses were only about a third full, just enough to make us feel warm and relaxed.

We sat quietly for a while, just sipping the Champagne and talking. Warren had an arm around me and I was nestled against him. Somewhere, at some point, the glasses were put aside, we looked into each other’s eyes and embraced.

Exploration of each other’s skin began slowly. I slid out of my pajama top and the two of us glided fingertips over each other’s shoulders and chests. Soon afterwards, I leaned over to replace my hands with my mouth, drawing a soft moan from Warren.

It wouldn’t be appropriate to detail every moment of what happened after that, but there are a couple of things I can’t help sharing by virtue of how lucky I am. Thanks to Warren’s inventiveness, I think I’ve developed a feather fetish. He found a loose feather and trailed the tip of it over nearly every inch of my naked body. It was slow, torturous pleasure unrivalled by any other sensation on Earth. And when Warren poised over me and splayed out his wings to envelop us like a beautiful white canopy, I felt such joy as I cannot describe.

Yuuta

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Yuuta has told everyone the where and why. I can only add that I am the truly lucky one here. Everything about our night together was special and pretty perfect and Yuuta deserves credit of his own for both inventiveness and compassion.

As much as I might not seem it, I am… was… worried that my very physical and very noticeable mutation might be too much of a burden to overcome. I shouldn't have worried, though. Yuuta is wonderful and I was definitely in the right hands to begin learning to think of my wings as something that could even be sexy.

We spent the night in a mix of laughter and other activities and finally drifted off to sleep around 3 a.m. We didn't have to get up early, and I don't know about Yuuta, but I intended to take my time getting out of bed in the morning, too.

Something woke me up at about 6 a.m. I looked to find Yuuta still asleep and I decided it was nothing and rolled over. Then I heard the noise again. It was coming from downstairs and sounded like something was rattling around and banging into things. I decided I'd better check it out, so I slipped out of bed, pulled my PJ bottoms back on, and went to investigate.

I have heard the expression, "Today is a day I shouldn't have bothered to get out of bed" before and never really understood what it meant. Now, I know. It means that you get out of bed, leaving your warm and sexy boyfriend behind, and go downstairs to investigate a noise. It means that you realize that the noise is coming from outside, so you go and peer through the window, only to find someone staring back at you.

I yelped and fell backwards, half thinking that it was an axe murderer and half recognizing that it wasn't. Then, a voice confirmed my worst fears. "Warren, it's Logan. Open the door."

Logan.

A thousand questions went through my brain and I just lay on the floor of the kitchen until he repeated himself, "Open the door, unless you want me to break it down."

He was pissed. Really, really pissed.

Numbly, I went and disarmed the security code and let him in. He stepped inside, looked me over, sniffed and then narrowed his eyes. "I guess I don't need to ask what you've been doing."

I was mortified. "Logan, I …."

"Save it." Logan shut the door harder than necessary and the house shook. "Where's Yuuta? And don't bother telling me he isn't here. I can smell him all over you."

So, I'd only thought I was mortified before. Weakly, I pointed in the direction of the bedroom and Logan nodded. He reached out, grabbed my arm and propelled me up the stairs.

I'm an X-man. I've been trained on what to do and how to think in these circumstances. Instead, all I could do was concentrate on not tripping over my own feet. When we reached the landing, though, I lost my inhibitions, and turned.

"Logan, wait."

"No." He pushed, but I pushed back.

"Yes. I know you're mad, but …."

"Mad? I'd be mad if you'd missed curfew by a few hours. I'd be mad if you fudged the truth to make something sound better than it should. I'd be mad if I'd missed part of the hockey game to go and pick you up from the mall because you missed the bus. Instead, you lied to us, snuck away with the intention of being gone for a full day, and caused most of the staff to stay awake all night worrying, until the Professor located you on Cerebro. Also, we weren't actually positive that you and Yuuta were together at first. You have caused an unbelievable amount of worry. So, I'm not mad, Warren."

He still sounded mad and I just stared at him, blankly. Then he finished, "I'm so angry I can barely see straight."

I guess that put it into perspective for me. Meekly, I let him push me into the bedroom. Yuuta must have woken up when he heard Logan's tirade, because he had a sort of panicky look on his face. He was sitting in the middle of the bed, covered up, and Logan stared at him for a long minute.

"How's the photo shoot? I didn't realize it was for a porn magazine."

I'm pretty sure I was scarlet. Yuuta flushed, but I have to give him credit. His voice wasn't shaking. "It's fine. Let Warren go."

They locked eyes and then Logan lifted his hand and tapped the side of his head. "The Professor put a barrier in, brat. Your powers won't work on me."

He dragged me over to the bench that sat at the foot of the bed and sat down, yanking me over his knees as he went. "Logan, wait." I panicked and tried to get away. I'm stronger than I look, and the wings are a definite advantage in that sort of fight, but Logan has adamantium bones and was pissed. Really pissed.

He finally had me pinned and then he yanked down my bottoms and proceeded to deliver what may be the worst spanking I've ever gotten. I tried to be stoic, but he was spanking hard and fast.

Worst of all, Yuuta could see the entire thing.

Now, I was actually, really, and truly mortified.

I broke down and started crying, just wanting it to end. By the time it did, I was a mess. Logan stopped whaling on my backside long enough to heft me to my feet and get to his own. I yanked my pajama bottoms up, crying again as the fabric hit my abused backside and wiped my eyes.

Logan was already descending on Yuuta, who didn't resist at all. He was already crying. Logan didn't bother moving back to the trunk, just sat on the bed and yanked Yuuta over his lap. He didn't have to bother with clothes, since Yuuta hadn't had a chance to get redressed.

Before Logan did anything, he growled. "You lied to me, Yuuta. I don't like being lied to." Then he lit into him. It's hard to judge, but if Logan was pissed at me, he was livid at Yuuta.

As awful as it was to be the one getting spanked, in some ways it was worse to watch Yuuta be punished. He didn't struggle, either because he knew there was no point or because he felt guilty after watching me catch it.

Logan spanked hard and fast, same as he had with me, but it was really strange to watch my boyfriend get spanked. I hated watching Logan put his hands on him at all. After the previous night, it just felt so wrong, but there was nothing I could do. I ached to try and comfort Yuuta, though.

After an eternity, Logan stopped. He helped Yuuta stand, and then threw his pajama bottoms at him. "Get dressed, both of you. We're leaving in twenty minutes."

Yuuta pulled his pants on, but he didn't look at me and I finally couldn't stand it anymore. I went to go and hug him. Logan watched, completely stone-faced. After a minute, Yuuta hugged me back and I kissed him; nothing too much, just a bit to let him know that I still loved him.

"Fifteen minutes," Logan commented and I nearly turned to tell him what he could do with his watch, but Yuuta tightened his grip on my waist. "It's not worth it. Just get dressed."

He was right and I did. Fifteen minutes later, I keyed in the code to the security system and that's when a problem became apparent. "Logan, what about my car?"

"What about it?" Logan asked, pushing us both towards the car he'd arrived in.

"I don't want to leave it."

"Not my problem."

"How am I supposed to get it back?"

"You can take that up with your old man. He's going to be waiting for you when we get back."

"What?!" I stopped short and Logan pushed me towards the van again.

"He called for you last night. That's how we knew you weren't where you were supposed to be. He was understandably worried, so we called Yuuta to see if he knew where you were."

"Our phones didn't ring,” Yuuta protested.

"No cell service here." Logan waited until we were both inside the backseat of the car, sitting uncomfortably and fidgeting. It had been a fun and long drive there, and it promised to be a torturous and long drive back.

Plus, when I got back, my father would be there.

I dropped my head against the window and just prayed for it to be over. Yuuta reached over and took my hand, trying to comfort me, but Logan had one more announcement. "Yuuta, when we get back, you can either see the Professor or me about trying to use your powers on me back there."

"That's not fair!" Yuuta and I both spoke at the same time. I added, "Logan, you already spanked him."

"Yep. For sneaking off and lying. If you think I'm gonna forget that power trick, you're crazy."

The rest of the trip was absolutely silent. As for what happened when we got back, I'll have to tell you later. I honestly don't have the heart right now.

Warren

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Both Warren and I felt a surge of dread when we arrived at school and saw Mr. Worthington’s car in the driveway. I squeezed his hand encouragingly, although I was feeling pretty devoid of hope myself.

Logan opened the front door for us so that we ‘prisoners’ could precede him inside. Of course, Professor Xavier had anticipated our arrival and was waiting in foyer, Mr. Worthington at his side.

“Warren, Yuuta,” the Professor said. “Welcome home.”

I gave him a decidedly unfriendly look before daring to glance in Mr. Worthington’s direction. I didn’t care what Logan or the Professor thought of me, but I WAS worried about this man’s opinion. Did he think I was some kind of slut out to ruin his son’s reputation?

But Mr. Worthington only had eyes for Warren. “You and I have to talk. Now.”

Warren nodded resignedly, gave my hand one last squeeze, and headed for the living room with his father.

“Yuuta,” Professor Xavier’s voice made my attention snap back to him. “Logan said that one of us would be speaking with you upon your return. It’s your choice.”

There WAS no choice. I’d spent far too long in Logan’s presence already. And maybe, just maybe, when the Professor said ‘speaking’, that’s what he meant. I already knew from painful experience that Logan did his talking with his hands. “I’ll go with you.”

“Come along, then.” The Professor began rolling away toward his office. I followed, but not before glancing longingly back toward the living room. It was hard to care entirely what was going on with me when Warren’s father might even now be forbidding him from ever seeing me again.

Once the office door shut behind us, Professor Xavier went around his desk and regarded me seriously from the other side. “I’m sure Logan already talked to you about sneaking off and lying, so I won’t get into that again. This is about your trying to use your power on Logan to get out of trouble.”

“How did you even know about that?” I asked.

“I’m the one who put the barrier in Logan’s mind, so when your power challenged mine, I knew.” He steepled his fingers. “Besides, Logan told me on the way home. I AM a mindreader, you know.”

I pouted. “I didn’t see any choice. He was manhandling Warren, and was so angry that we were afraid of him.”

“Plus if you had been successful, you and Warren might have gotten away with all of it?” He shook his head. “It was too late for that, Yuuta. You must have known that if Logan was there you had already been discovered and the jig was up, so to speak. All you did with your foolish attempt to use your power was to bring more punishment upon yourself.” He pulled a flat wooden ruler out of his desk drawer. “Drop your pants and bend over the desk.”

I felt faint. “Professor … no … I’ve already been spanked by Logan –“

“For lying and sneaking around,” he said seriously. “You know very well, Yuuta, that your power especially is never to be abused and to attempt to use it on an instructor of this school is unforgivable. Now do as I say.”

I felt a pair of hot tears track down my cheeks as I unfastened my pants and pushed them down. My bottom was already so sore from Logan’s brutality – I couldn’t imagine what that ruler would do to it.

I’d left my underwear on, but the Professor was having none of that, and pulled them down himself as soon as he came to my side of the desk. I was gripping the far edge, trying to steel myself, when the first crack resonated through the room and exploded across my sensitive skin.

Maybe all Professor Xavier did was sit behind that desk all day, but his arms were strong, and he landed every blow of the ruler with purpose. I couldn’t keep quiet, and was soon crying out with each strike. I also couldn’t keep still, shifting from one foot to the other, trying desperately to escape the increasing agony while my fingers dug into the desk. I’ll be surprised if I didn’t leave marks in the wood, and I KNOW there were marks left on my backside.

“All right, Yuuta,” the Professor said about two years later. I was caught between helpless sobbing and trying hard NOT to sob, so my breath was hitching and I looked and felt completely wretched. I didn’t even want Warren there to comfort me at that moment; I just wanted to be alone. I got dressed and headed for the door.

“Yuuta, wait,” the Professor said kindly. “I’d like to talk about this. To help you understand that we’re not trying to be cruel. We care about you and we worry –“

My temper flared one last time, drying my eyes and putting a spark in them at the same time. I turned at the door and glared back at him. “I would say that I appreciate your concern, Professor Xavier, but as a psychic you would know that I was lying.”

I left.

Despite how it ended and how the adults might wish it, I don’t regret anything I did. I still love Warren – even more so now. My only hope is that his father will still allow us to see each other because I don’t think I could stand it if he doesn’t.

Yuuta

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I'm guessing most of you are as sick of hearing about this as we are about talking about it. But I need to finish and tell you what happened with my father.

The moment we walked in the door, I could tell he was furious. He's been mad at
me before - I'm hardly a saint, but I don't think he's ever scared me before and I was afraid of him in that moment. I wasn't afraid that he was going to hurt me - though I had no doubt he fully intended to spank me again - I was afraid he was going to forbid me to see Yuuta again.

We went into the living room, which was deserted. I guess everyone knows how to make themselves scarce when there are angry adults on the warpath. I shut the door and waited for him to start yelling.

He didn't. He pointed at the sofa. "Sit down."

I hesitated. "I'd rather stand."

He crossed over to me in two strides and whirled me around and whacked hard a
half-dozen times. "I said sit down!"

I sat.

Then he just stared at me. Finally, he sat down on the chair across from me. "I'm going to do some talking, Warren. You do not interrupt me. You do not offer me excuses. You *listen* until I tell you that you may speak. Is that clear?"

I wasn't sure if I should answer or not, but I decided to risk it. "Yes, sir."

"I do not know what has gotten into you lately. You have turned into a sneak. You sneak money. You sneak around. You sneak off. You involve Yuuta." He leaned forward suddenly and I flinched back. "Do you have any idea how afraid I was when you were missing yesterday? It's a good thing you at least lied and said you would be with me. That way I knew you were just being a sneak again."

I swallowed and my eyes filled with tears.

"I did not raise my son to be a sneak, Warren. I raised you to be a Worthington. To be proud of yourself and to earn respect and you have done none of that lately. I am ashamed of you and I am disappointed in you. And I am very angry with you."

I rubbed my eyes and face, openly crying now, but I didn't say a word because
I'd been told not to.

"I don't know what to think." My dad leaned back in his chair, but he didn't look any more relaxed. "I'm contemplating pulling you out of this school."

I choked, but didn't say anything.

"Or maybe I should just forbid you to see Yuuta anymore."

I couldn't help it, I stood up. "Dad, please..."

"Sit down, Warren. Be quiet." His voice was like steel and I obeyed, begging
him with my eyes to let me talk. He didn't.

"I want to make something very clear to you, young man. If you step out of line
one more time, I *will* take you out of this school and you will *not* be allowed to date Yuuta again. Now, do you have something to say for yourself?"

I cleared my throat. "No, sir. But I do have something to say on Yuuta's behalf. It wasn't his fault that we snuck away - at least not totally. It was both of our decisions, but I was the one who came up with the plan."

"I figured as much." Dad rubbed his eyes. "Especially since you ended up at the cabin."

There was an uncomfortable silence and then I spoke again. "Also, I want to say
that I'm sorry. I'm..." My voice broke and it took me a minute to be able to keep going. "I'm sorry that I've disappointed you."

"So am I."

"I don't want you to be ashamed of me." I started really crying here and the next thing I know, my dad was sitting next to me, and hugging me as best he could with the wings in the way.

"Then you need to start making decisions you can be proud of,” he whispered
into my hair. For a long time, he just held me. Then he cleared his throat.
"Warren, I'm going to spank you."

"Yes, sir. I know." I was pretty miserable, but I felt a little better after he'd hugged me. Still, I had to know. "Dad, you're not ... not forbidding me to ... see Yuuta, are you? I love him. I know we're young, but I do love him."

Dad shook his head, smiling a bit. "Is he worth all this trouble?"

"Yes. And ten times as much," I answered honestly, even though I was afraid it
would make him mad.

"He'd better be. Now, get over my lap, and lose the jeans."

"Can you just let me bend over the chair?"

"No, I don't think so. You see, you're making adult decisions, Warren. Sex - it's an adult decision. And you're still a boy. I think I'd better remind you of that."

If he was trying to embarrass me, it worked, but I obeyed without anymore protests. Once I was situated, I expected him to get started. Instead, he hissed. "Logan did this?"

"Yeah."

"It looks like it hurts."

"It does,” I answered, hoping he might have sympathy.

"Too bad." So much for that. He started spanking, slow and steady, but not
particularly hard. If it had been only a score or so of whacks, I might have been fine. Instead, he took his time, and was *very* thorough. I think he may have used a blowtorch, too, but damn it hurt.

I was a mess by the time he was done. I also couldn't decide if I wanted him to hug me or just leave me alone and it took a minute - complete with me hopping
around - before he could grab me and pull me into a hug. I sobbed, but it was
still more emotional drain than anything else.

Finally I managed to ask again. "Dad, Yuuta?"

"Warren, you don't want to ask me that right now. I'm trying very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I'm inclined to tell you that you should stop seeing him."

I yanked away, ready to protest and start fighting, but he pulled me close again.

"I won't, though. Not yet. I don't blame Yuuta for your bad decisions; I blame *you* and if you can show me that you're capable of making good decisions, then I won't forbid it."

"What does that mean?" I finally managed to pull my clothes straight and he shook his head.

"Consider yourself on probation, Warren. One step out of line - one toe – and I'll bring it crashing down on your head. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Until then, you can keep seeing Yuuta, but I would strongly suggest that you
spend less time dating, and more time getting your life together."

So ... it wasn't the best case scenario, but it also wasn't the worst.

Honestly, I feel horrible for Yuuta. It sucks being stuck in limbo, I know, but it wasn't even his fault. It's mine.

I'm sorry again, Yuuta, but thank you for understanding and for being there for me. I do love you, more every day.

Warren

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(2009)

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