Haruka's Fanfiction

I wrote this massive crossover in 1997 (and yes, it was completed. There are 22 chapters total.) Some of the series represented here are Sailormoon, Gundam Wing, Yuu Yuu Hakushou, Fushigi Yuugi, Dirty Pair Flash, Twin Signal, Rurouni Kenshin, Earthian, Arislan, Inuyasha, Maze, Slayers Next, Ranma 1/2, Violinist of Hamelin, Akazin Cha Cha, Wedding Peach, Escaflowne, and maybe more I've forgotten. The fic is old enough that the formatting may be weird because of the word processor I was using when I saved it, so please forgive that. It is extremely ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, so please don't correct me on canon -- I chose to ignore it. Everything below is left as it was when I first wrote it.

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WARNING! This fanfic contains most if not all of the
following: graphic descriptions of S&M, non-consensual m/m f/f sex,
violence, rape, torture, physical and/or emotional abuse, humiliation,
degradation, suffering, regret, angst, misunderstandings, etc. If _any_
of the above bothers you even a little PLEASE DON'T READ ANY
FURTHER! If you do not heed this warning, I am not responsible.
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Seigi - Part 16

by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

"What's wrong with you?"

Nuriko looked up, startled. Pulse's intense red eyes bore down
into his maroon ones, distracting him from the noise of the meet-and-
greet. "W-What do you mean?"

"I mean you've been acting strangely ever since that man came
in." Pulse cast an accusing glance in Nakago's direction. "Is it
because of Van?"

"No." Nuriko flushed. He was ashamed to admit, even to
himself, that he hadn't thought of Van once since setting eyes on
Nakago.

"Then what _is_ it?" Pulse insisted.

Nuriko swallowed nervously and wished he hadn't finished his
drink already. "He's a Seishi."

Pulse blinked. "Another Suzaku Seishi? Here?"

"No." Nuriko shuddered. "He's Seiryuu."

Pulse looked quickly back at Nakago once more and saw the
blonde was studying Nuriko with an amused half-smile. He happened
to look up at Pulse, raising an eyebrow slightly at the robot's openly
hostile gaze. He lifted his glass in a kind of salute, then moved on.

"Is this going to be a problem, Nuriko?" Pulse asked.

"How should I know?" Nuriko snapped. "I don't intend for it
to be one. As long as we avoid each other, it should be all right."

"He didn't look like avoiding you was foremost on his mind,"
Pulse muttered.

"Don't tell the others," Nuriko said.

"Why not?" Pulse demanded. "We're all in this together."

"Because if they knew, they might worry, and this is strictly
my problem. I'll deal with it."

Pulse wasn't happy, but Nuriko sounded very firm, and he
knew by now that the Seishi could have a volatile temper when
crossed. "I won't say anything," he replied. For now, he added
silently.

"Good." Nuriko nodded, and took his arm. "Now let's
mingle."

--

"They all look so self-confident," Yui murmured to Kenshin.
"The other agents, I mean. I'm so nervous."

"You're doing fine," Kenshin replied. "It's all right for you to
appear nervous. We're new Pets here."

"Speaking of new Pets, that blonde boy with the nice accent is
pretty, isn't he?" Yui watched Arislan smile and bow as he was
introduced to yet another Master who wanted an excuse to get close to
him.

"There's something unusual about that one," Kenshin
observed. "Other than his unearthly beauty, there's an aura around
him. He acts like a Pet, but he doesn't carry himself like one."

"Maybe he's _really_ new at it and hasn't been humbled yet?"
Yui ventured.

"I don't know," Kenshin admitted. "He seems perfectly well-
behaved. I just can't put my finger on it."

"Well, it looks like a lot of people want to put their fingers on
_him_," Yui stated. She scanned the room. "Did Hiei-sensei make
Kurama wear that harem-boy outfit?"

The samurai smiled. "I don't think Hiei could _make_
Kurama do anything."

"Kenshin," Yui said slowly, "do you think Nuriko is okay?"

"I'm not sure. Something about that man Nakago bothered
him."

"Something about that guy bothers me, too," Yui said
emphatically. "He's been putting Van through hell. You can see it in
his eyes."

"His torment won't last much longer," Kenshin vowed. "We'll
get him home safely."

--

Duo waved at Lina and took another sip of his punch. His
work at announcing the guests was done everyone who was expected
was there, and the Pets were now allowed to mingle like the Masters.
He was trying to decide whether it would be safe to approach Kenshin
and Yui when a hand fell on his shoulder. He looked into the serious
green eyes of his Master.

"Duo, where's Ryoga?" Quatre asked.

"Around here someplace," Duo replied.

"No, he isn't," Quatre said impatiently. "I told you to keep an
eye on him, didn't I?"

"Aw, come on. He's a big boy," Duo said lightly. "He's not
gonna walk overboard or anything."

"That's beside the point! You know how he is he's
obviously wandered away from the party and can't find his way back.
It was made clear that no Pets were allowed to leave, and it was your
responsibility to make sure Ryoga stayed!"

Duo decided further argument would be a mistake Quatre
was already pretty angry. "What do you want me to do about it?" he
asked meekly.

"Find him and bring him back here," Quatre snapped. "If
you're quick about it, maybe I'll show leniency when I punish you
later."

Gulp. "Yessir!" Duo squeaked and whipped around so fast to
leave that his braid nearly smacked Quatre in the face.

Fifteen minutes later, Duo was still striding up and down
empty corridors, fuming. That idiot Ryoga! Where could he have
wandered off to?!

Anywhere. That was the problem. He stopped and exhaled
loudly, blowing his bangs off his forehead. Maybe he was going about
this the wrong way. It might be the best thing to do would be to start
with the areas Ryoga knew well. He'd go to their cabin and work
outward from there.

"Yo, Ryoga! You here?" he said as he walked into the cabin.
Apparently not, he sighed inwardly. He was about to leave when he
spotted something on the floor near the Master bedroom. Duo went
over and blinked in surprise. He bent down and picked up the large
pointed hat. It looked just like the one he saw Hamel, the young
violinist Pet, wearing when he performed at mealtimes.

"Mmm ...."

Duo's head snapped up. The sound had come from the
bedroom! The door was ajar, so he carefully pushed it open and
stared.

There was Hamel, flat on his back, his slender legs wrapped
around Ryoga as the Eternal Lost Boy pushed into him in a slow,
steady rhythm.

Whoa! Duo thought. Whoa-HO! Ryoga's having sex in
_Master Quatre's_ bed with another Pet! Even the whereabouts aside
this was breaking one of the cardinal no-no's in the Master/Pet
rulebook! Pets could only be with other Pets if their Masters put them
together, otherwise they might not be 'ready' when their Masters
wanted them. Quatre had emphasized that point, and at the time, Duo
laughed because he was sure Quatre was talking about he and Ryoga
as if _they'd_ voluntarily touch each other! He wondered how long
Ryoga and Hamel had hoped for a chance like this; it couldn't be a
spontaneous sex-need between two strangers. Was this even their first
time? And if not, maybe Ryoga found Duo's presence as much an
interference to plans as he found Ryoga.

Interesting.

The two lovemakers seemed to be bump-and-grinding to a
climax. Duo was almost envious. When had he last had sex with a
partner of his own choosing? Ever? Never?

Finally it was over. Duo felt he was being very generous by
allowing them to finish, especially as Quatre was probably beyond
angry at this point. But he had decided how to use this to his
advantage and Ryoga needed to be informed. He leaned in the
doorway, casually and in full view, and grinned.

Hamel saw him first. The one eye that was visible under his
mop of tousled blonde hair widened and he screamed.

"What?! What?!" Ryoga cried, then saw where Hamel was
looking. He paled. "Oh no."

"Oh _yes_!" Duo said gleefully. "You're busted, Ryoga."

Both of the boys in the bed scrambled for their clothes. "Duo,
listen!" Ryoga began nervously. "You don't have to say anything
about this "

"I don't know, Ryoga," Duo replied, twirling his braid
leisurely. "It would be pretty lax of me not to report it. After all, you
and Cello Boy here are breaking serious rules."

"It's a violin," Hamel muttered.

"Duo, do you have any idea what Master Quatre would DO to
me for this?!" Ryoga cried.

"I have a fair idea." Duo nodded.

"What about Hamel?!" Ryoga said desperately. "He's never
done anything to you, and he'll get punished, too!"

"Well, that's the thing," Duo drawled. "It's true, I don't have
anything against Hamel, and I can't turn you in without him getting
hurt, too. So I might just keep my mouth shut--"

Ryoga brightened. "Really?"

"On one condition." Duo grinned.

Ryoga's shoulders sagged. "I knew it."

"Now don't despair, it's really very simple," Duo told him.
"I'll keep quiet hell, I'll even cover for you if you want to do this
again but in return, you can't squeal on _me_ ... no pun intended, P-
chan."

Ryoga's eyes narrowed. "Don't tell on you? Why? What are
you going to be doing?"

"Does it matter as long as you get to carry on your little
affair?"

Ryoga looked at Hamel, who reached out and touched his
hand, squeezing it tenderly.

"No," Ryoga admitted. "It doesn't matter."

"Great!" Duo smiled. "So we all understand each other." He
flipped his braid back over his shoulder. "Now I've gotta come up
with a story for where you've been. Hamel, you're on your own. We
don't want anyone to even suspect I found you guys together."

"I'll be all right," Hamel said with a small smile. "Thank you
for not turning us in."

"You're welcome, now get outta here and go back to the
recreation deck." Duo ushered Hamel out the door. "Ryoga!" he
called back, "go spray yourself with cold water!"

"Why?" Ryoga demanded. "I don't want to be P-chan!"

"Would you rather be pork chops?!" Duo shut the door behind
Hamel and grabbed Ryoga's arm, dragging him toward the bathroom.
"They'll be less likely to suspect illicit behaviour from a pig, and
they'll _never_ expect me to be lying for you, now let's go!"

--

He _smelled_ good.

Inu Yasha couldn't ignore it and didn't want to. Chihaya, a
Master's son, not only looked beautiful, but he smelled fresh and
sweet like a Spring morning after the rain has stopped and the sun
come out. It was heady, almost intoxicating.

And beyond his reach.

If Chihaya were a Pet, he'd approach him without hesitation.
But he couldn't do that not given Chihaya's true status.

"What's the matter, puppy? Fleas biting?"

"Shut up, Maze," Inu Yasha growled, recognizing the letch's
voice without having to look at him. "Why aren't you off pawing
someone like usual?"

Maze sighed. "I tried, but Master Rascal stopped me. He
looked wistfully toward Arislan, who was surrounded by Pets, his
Masters looking on warily. "I really wanted to cop a feel off the new
kid, too. Pretty, isn't he?"

Inu Yasha's lip curled. "Not my type." He glanced in
Chihaya's direction. Maze noticed and raised an eyebrow.

"Forget it, man. He's no Pet."

"I know that!" Inu Yasha snapped. "Did I say I was interested
in him?!"

"You didn't have to." Maze grinned. "Even someone with no
sensitivity at all, like me, can see what you're thinking."

Inu Yasha paused. "Can someone like you also come up with
a way I can talk to him?"

"Hell, if I were you, I'd just go over and offer yourself to him.
His parents are looking to buy him a Pet."

Inu Yasha's ears perked up. "Hey, that's right!"

"Too bad Sesshomaru won't ever let you go."

The dog demon bristled. He gave Maze a dangerous look.
"Next time I ask you for advice, just have me put to sleep."

"Okay!" Maze said cheerfully, then leaped forward to embrace
a passing Pet. "Hey, Hamel! How's the sexy violinist? Wanna pluck
my strings, baby?"

"Maze, leave me alone!" Hamel squirmed in the black-haired
boy's grip.

A whip cracked. "Maze!" Rascal warned.

"Aw ...." Maze reluctantly let the other boy go.

"Hamel," a throaty woman's voice drawled. "Where have you
been? I was looking for you earlier."

Inu Yasha watched with minimal interest as Hamel's scantily-
clad, dominatrice Mistress Chocolate approached, her high-heeled
boots clicking like a time bomb on the floor. He could smell sudden
fear rise up in Hamel, although the only visible sign was a slight
paling to his already white skin.

"I don't think dinner agreed with me, Mistress Chocolate," he
said hastily. "I was in the bathroom."

She eyed him thoughtfully from under her motorcycle cap.
"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Hamel shouldered his enormous violin. "I'm
ready to play."

"Do so."

Inu Yasha shook his head as the music started up. Sick, hah!
Hamel didn't smell of illness, he smelled of sex. He wondered idly
who did the dirty deed with the musician.

"Here he is, Master Quatre!"

The dog demon watched as Duo presented P-chan to a
surprised Quatre. "Where was he? How did this happen?"

"I don't know how it happened, he was P-chan when I found
him," Duo said cheerfully. "He was wandering around the
Community C deck I guess the pig doesn't have any better sense of
direction than the boy."

Quatre clicked his tongue and rubbed P-chan's head. "My
poor Ryoga! Let's see if we can find some hot water. Thank you for
returning him safely, Duo."

"No prob, Master."

And we have a winner, Inu Yasha thought dryly. Ryoga was
the only other Pet missing during Hamel's absence it wasn't hard to
figure out who the violinist's sex partner had been. The only mystery
was why Duo was protecting Ryoga instead of selling him out to
Quatre. Blackmail, Inu Yasha nodded. There was no other
possibility.

"Hello."

Inu Yasha turned and blinked his gold slitted eyes. Chihaya
stood in front of him, smiling.

"Uh ... ah ...," the dog demon stammered.

"I'm Chihaya, Pulse and Nuriko's son. You're Inu Yasha,
right?"

"Y-yeah," Inu Yasha managed. Hastily, he added, "Master."

"Well, I'm not one yet." Chihaya laughed lightly. "Kenshin
and Yui obey Signal and I, but they're really my parents' Pets."

"Yeah, you're getting your own now," Inu Yasha said,
regaining some of his brain cells. Why was Chihaya speaking to him,
a lowly Pet?

The black-haired boy was nodding. "I want an unusual Pet --
an exotic."

Inu Yasha snorted. "Wish _I_ were for sale."

Was that disappointment on Chihaya's face? "You don't think
your Master would sell you?"

"I know he wouldn't," Inu Yasha said flatly. He didn't add
that tormenting him was Sesshomaru's favorite hobby and not one he
was likely to give up.

Chihaya chewed his lower lip in a thoughtful, tempting way.
Damn it all, Inu Yasha cursed inwardly. Why does he have to be so
bloody beautiful? He had a sudden impulse to crush Chihaya against
himself and kiss him. His ears flattened. _What_ am I thinking?!

"You're a demon, right?" Chihaya asked finally.

Inu Yasha made a face. "Half demon. I'm half human, too."
Now why did he tell him that? It wasn't usually something he bragged
about.

Chihaya's ruby eyes met his. "I'm an angel."

_Thud_ went the last vestiges of hope that Inu Yasha hadn't
even known he'd held. An angel and a half-demon yeah, right. Like
that was possible even if Chihaya _weren't_ a Master.

"Guess I wouldn't be the Pet for you, after all," Inu Yasha
growled.

"Chihaya!" Nuriko called. "Come here, honey!"

The angel gazed at Inu Yasha for a long moment before
heading over to his mother.

"How'd it go?"

Inu Yasha looked at Maze, whose expression was full of
curiosity.

"About as well as I would have guessed."

"You think he wants you to be his Pet?"

"Doesn't matter. I don't want him to be my Master." Inu
Yasha watched Chihaya glance back at him from his mother's side. "I
just want him."

--

Nuriko took another swallow of his drink and smiled in
passing at Yuri. He'd left Pulse deep in conversation with Xelloss and
was wondering whom he should approach himself that might offer
helpful information without knowing it. He knew Pulse found it
amazing that his 'mate' wasn't drunk yet after all the alcohol he'd
consumed, but then Pulse didn't know of his high tolerance for the
stuff. Hell, his own concoction, the Nuriko Special, had once floored
most of their Seigi co-workers at a staff party before Pulse had joined
up, leaving Nuriko alone to nibble on the hors d'oeuvres. Not that he
was a heavy drinker far from it. But holding the glass gave him
something to do with his hands other than wrap them around Nakago's
throat.

He burned with anger as he thought about the evil man. How
could a Seishi, even one of Seiryuu's, be so cruel? And Nakago
_was_ cruel. Even if he hadn't seen Van for himself or heard Fish
Eye's account of what happened, Nuriko would have known from the
moment their eyes met, just as Nakago knew him for the Suzaku
Seishi he was. Thank goodness he couldn't read deeper than that to
see his true mission on the ship. He glanced in Nakago's direction and
saw him standing next to Sesshomaru. They both were staring at him.

--

"Beautiful, isn't he?"

Nakago raised an eyebrow at Sesshomaru's comment. "You
knew he was male?"

"Please. I'm a full dog demon, unlike my half-breed brother.
My sense of smell is flawless."

"Well, you're right, he's beautiful," Nakago answered,
admiring the shape of Nuriko's slender hips beneath the folds of his
Chinese dress. "Pity he's a Master and not a Pet."

"I'm surprised you'd let that stop you."

"Did I say it would?"

"I, too, intend to have my way." Sesshomaru's cat-slit eyes
turned toward Arislan.

"Ah, so you favour the new Pet. He's exquisite. It seems
everyone wants him."

"But difference is that I shall have him," Sesshomaru said
calmly.

--

Arislan had the feeling that someone was watching him. As a
Prince, he was used to being on display, and apparently being a new
Pet on this ship also warranted scrutiny. However, the gaze he felt
upon him now was chilling. Before he could look around for the
source, he found himself face-to-face with a boy with a puppy nose
and fuzzy ears. He knew Daryun was tensing - not beside him, but
near enough to intervene if any trouble started.

"Hello," he said to the dog-boy. "My name is Arislan."

"I'm Inu Yasha," he replied. He glanced over his shoulder
toward two blonde men, one of whom was looking in their direction.
"I don't know why I'm doing this, but I overheard my brother talking,
and he's got his eye on you. You'd better watch your step."

"Your brother?" Arislan looked confused. "But you were
introduced earlier as that man's Pet."

Inu Yasha's lip curled revealing a pointed fang. "I _am_ his
Pet, or so he says."

"I see," Arislan said gravely. "Thank you for your warning."

Inu Yasha moved on quickly, giving Arislan the impression
that he didn't want Sesshomaru to see them together for long. The
young Prince looked toward the two men, focusing directly on
Sesshomaru, and their eyes locked. Arislan did not look away,
although he knew staring, let alone glaring at a Master was forbidden.
He couldn't forget the sound of Inu Yasha's tone when referring to his
Pet status. He wasn't a volunteer in this at all. He was, in effect, a
slave.

"Are you all right?" Daryun's voice inquired softly from
behind him.

Arislan finally broke off eye contact with Sesshomaru to look
at his knight. "I _must_ eliminate slavery in Pars, Daryun, no matter
how my father feels. How can I convince other countries or societies
to eradicate it unless I can hold up my own land as an example?"

Daryun lowered his voice. "Just stand by your beliefs, Your
Highness. _You_ are an example on your own. We all are."

Arislan glanced back toward Inu Yasha and watched
Sesshomaru cuff him across the ear. "And what kind of example are
we showing by our presence here?" he murmured.

--

End of part 16

(1997)

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