Haruka's Fanfiction

This collaboration was originally part of an alternate-universe, crossover, spanking RPG in which various unusually-gifted characters from several different fandoms all live in the same school. In the following, the brilliant teenaged characters Light and L from Death Note have to face their equally-brilliant teacher Hank McCoy from X-Men, who is none-too-pleased with them.

(For those with no knowledge of Death Note or its characters:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note)

Light’s point of view (the first half) was written by bewize and L’s point of view (the second half) was written by harukafics.


Games of Logic


I have made it a point not to offend or rouse suspicion about my behavior since I have come to this school. I appreciate that nearly everyone is willing to give me the benefit of the doubt, or at least the benefit of nearly constant supervision during my stay here. While I am certainly used to a high level of scrutiny, I will not deny that the occasional promise of some time alone is a siren song that I proved too weak to resist this morning.

Several of you are in the philosophy class on Logic taught by Dr. Henry McCoy. While at first it was a bit disconcerting to be taught by a giant acrobatic man with blue fur, the physical manifestations of his mutation are quickly eclipsed by the fact that he is brilliant.

I found myself enjoying a class, for perhaps the first time, that was truly challenging. I have done my fair share of study in the realm of Logic as it is a prerequisite to study law enforcement in Japan and any university or worth requires it to enroll in its legal studies program. Still, I find the class thought provoking and unusually difficult. I did not realize at first that Dr. McCoy-san is using different homework problems for his students, depending on the level of acumen each student displays with the idea of Logic Games. It does explain his methods, though. Each week we are given individual assignments which must be completed before the end of the week.

Thanks in large part to a somewhat obsessive need to be in control of my assignments, I stayed awake very late last night working on my homework. I was even awake after L had retired for the evening, which may be a first for us. I managed to finish the assignment during my study period this morning.

Herein lies my error in judgment: I turned the assignment in to Dr. McCoy and left the classroom prior to class beginning. At first, I intended only to return a book to the library that I had used to complete the assignment, but then I realized that for a short time, I was unsupervised and I confess that I recklessly decided to take advantage of that time.

I selected another book and went outside. Finding a nice place under a shade tree, I read the book until I grew sleepy and then fell asleep. I awoke when a shadow fell over my face and looked up to see L's silhouette back lit by the sun.

"Where have you been, Light-kun?" he asked, crouching next to me.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, yawning and sitting up. "I've been plotting to take over the world." I saw his lips quirk up into a small smile and I smiled back. "I took advantage of being done with my assignments to rest for a while." I did not mention the other advantage, but he almost certainly knew and understood my logic, because he nodded solemnly.

"Dr. McCoy-san was displeased that you did not return to participate in class." He was watching me closely, so I'm sure he saw my surprise before I hid it.

"Class is not over yet, L. If you are here..."

"Then I am not there," he finished with a slightly bigger smile. "It's only logical."

I groaned and shook my head at him for the bad pun. "I turned in my assignment."

L nodded. "I believe, traditionally, that your presence is also required." I am not sure, but I believe he may have been teasing me a bit at that point. I did not ask him why he came looking for me. That much was also obvious.

"Then we should go and make our apologies." Standing, we walked back into the school together, taking our time so that class would end, and went to find Dr. McCoy's office.

I knocked and entered the room. Bowing, I apologized. "Dr. McCoy-san, I apologize if my absence offended you. I did not think that my presence would be required in view of the fact that I turned in my assignments early."

Beside me, L also bowed. "I, too, apologize Dr. McCoy-san, for leaving your class in search of Light. But I was most interested to know where he was."

Dr. McCoy held up his hands. "One at a time, please." He chose me first. "Light, look at me, please." I looked up and he was frowning at me, but he had my homework in his hand. "I have checked your assignment already. They are all
correct."

I nodded. I had known that before I turned it in. "However," the doctor dropped the papers on his desk and frowned at me again, "I believe that I made it clear at the beginning of the class that all students were expected to attend every class."

"Yes, sir. You said that to obtain the greatest depth and breadth of knowledge on each topic that we were to cover, our presence was necessary." I shrugged, "But I have already mastered the type of Logic Game that we were covering. My depth and breadth of knowledge is sufficient without me attending the lecture."

"Do you mean to say, then," Dr. McCoy settled back on his desk and there was a gleam in his eye that I recognized from many verbal sparring matches with L, "that you do not believe that I would be able to provide you with any additional benefit superior to or in excess of that which you would find in a book?"

I hesitated. "I do not mean to insult your intelligence, sir. I am merely stating a fact, that I achieved a perfect score on the assignment, well in advance of the deadline, without having actually attended the lectures."

He smiled at me a bit, but shook his head. "Do not worry, Light. I do not feel that my intelligence has been insulted." There was a certain tone in his voice that made me worry that he wasn't as forgiving as his words suggested. "I am afraid, however, that I feel my authority has been threatened."

I do not know if I managed to keep my surprise hidden at this statement, but I doubt it. I could feel L's eyes fixed on my face, and although part of me wished that I could ask him to leave, I knew that I could not.

"I am sorry, sir, that you feel that way."

"Tell me, Light, you were aware of the rules, were you not?"

"Yes, sir."

"And I made it very clear that I expected my students to be in my class without fail, unless they had a pre-approved excuse or a note from another instructor, did I not?"

I hated where this was going. "Yes, sir."

"So, is it that you feel yourself to be above the rules? Or did you just not believe that I meant what I said?"

I saw L stir slightly from the corner of my eye, but he stayed silent. Briefly, I considered which answer would offer me the best chance of escaping this situation without further embarrassing myself. It is rare that I find myself verbally out sparred and even rarer that I find myself at odds with an authority figure. On those rare occasions, I have usually found that an apology works best.

"I am sorry, Dr. McCoy-san. I do not believe myself above the rules, but I can see that I have behaved as if I did. I must ask you to forgive my rudeness. It was disrespectful and arrogant of me to assume that I was beyond learning from your greater experiences."

"I notice you did not say my greater intelligence." I blushed and looked up, truly at a loss for words this time, but he was chuckling. "I am teasing you, Light. Do not look so mortified."

I swallowed, but nodded, uncertain of what to say at this point. I decided my best option was to keep silent. Dr. McCoy shook his head. "I am at a bit of a loss, Light. You have offered me no reason that I shouldn't punish you for deliberately breaking a rule. In fact, you have admitted, gracious though it was, that you were being disrespectful and arrogant." He looked at me. "Can you tell me a reason that I shouldn't punish you?"

A thousand and one personal reasons flew through my head, but I opened my mouth to answer immediately. "No, sir, I cannot. I broke a rule and am subject to the same judgment as anyone else would be."

"Very well, so be it. I would like for you to lean over the desk. L, would you excuse us for a moment, please?"

"Please, sir, let him stay." They both looked at me, considering, and I know I blushed again, but I didn't explain more. Dr. McCoy probably thought I wanted L to be there to comfort me once this was over. L probably thought I was trying to prove that I wasn't Kira because Kira would never submit to the indignity I was submitting to.

The truth is that they were both right.

I did as I was instructed and Dr. McCoy was mercifully quick. He delivered a dozen or so stinging blows to my backside, one hand pressed against my shoulders to keep me in place. I admit, I would have risen otherwise. Even though I was allowed to remain clothed, I was surprised at how much it hurt, until I saw his hand afterward and realized that his palms are rather... leathery. I took the swats as silently as I could, with as much dignity as I could manage, and then apologized again.

It took every ounce of my will power not to rub ferociously when he let me up. Then his eyes fixed on L. I suddenly switched to the role of observer, and so I will let L fill you in on the details he believes pertinent.

For myself, I managed not to embarrass myself further, although if the spanking had continued, I make no promises that I would have resisted the urge to struggle to escape.

In sum, it seems that regardless of the reason for a misbehavior, it is impossible to out logic an irate professor.

Light

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Light-kun explained his side of the incidents that transpired in Dr. McCoy's office, and as you already know, I was witness to all of it. And I do mean all. I never turned my eyes away for a moment, although I know it would have been the polite thing to do (and as you may know by now, I am exceedingly polite.) However, this had to be the exception, for the simple fact that it was a learning experience.

I had, until that point, never been witness to nor experienced a spanking myself.

I realize you may find this difficult to believe, that I could live to be seventeen without ever having been spanked, but it is true. I was always too involved in my studies and later, in my detective work, to misbehave in a way that would be important to an authority figure. At the orphanage, Watari never spanked anyone – it wasn't his way. Roger, his assistant, would do so on occasion, and one of the younger boys, Mello, was a frequent recipient. However, these punishments were always carried out behind the closed doors of the office.

Coupling this new experience of witnessing a spanking with the fact that it was Light-kun receiving it made watching my only option. It was possible that he might give up clues as to his identity as Kira, but in addition to that, as I have admitted that I am attracted to Light-kun, I enjoy watching him in all situations. To see how his expression changes, his body language, the sounds he makes – this new opportunity provided all of that in abundance.

I must say that Light-kun handled the indignity of this punishment with all of the poise and self-control that I have come to expect from him in anything he does. He did not resist the enormous palm that pressed him into the desk and held him there, nor did he beg for mercy with voice or action. The only clues I saw that he was truly suffering were wincing, a tightening of his lips as he pressed them together, and clenching of his buttocks beneath the cloth of his pants. The first and latter were likely involuntary – the second was indubitably to keep himself from emitting his pain verbally.

Light-kun's face was red when he was allowed to rise, and that, too, must have been involuntary. After what happened next, I can fully empathize with such uncontrollable physical reactions, and appreciate even more the stoicism that Light-kun demonstrated in resistance to revealing others.

As Light-kun mentioned in his write-up, once his own punishment was over, Dr. McCoy turned his attention to me.

"I must say, young master L, that it was not very nice of you to deliberately watch your comrade's punishment when propriety would expect you to avert your gaze."

"I assure both you and Light-kun that I meant no disrespect, Dr. McCoy," I said. "As this was my first time in the vicinity of such an act, I could not resist the educational opportunity."

Even Light-kun looked surprised at that.

"Your first?" the good doctor said, blue eyebrows raised. "Am I correct in assuming that this means you have never been spanked?"

"Yes, you are correct," I answered, eyeing Light-kun and noting the minute signs of pain in his handsome features. "And while I confess to curiosity, it is an experience I believe I can make do without."

There is nothing stranger than having a giant, blue, scary-faced creature laugh at you.

"Oh, I needed that, thank you." Dr. McCoy wiped tears of mirth from his eyes with a hairy finger. "But while I appreciate the levity, I'm afraid your curiosity will still have to be satisfied. You broke the rules as much as Light did, and I'm sure your sense of justice would not allow you to go free after he has suffered."

I chewed on my thumbnail thoughtfully. "My sense of justice, no, but my sense of self-preservation could be convinced."

Dr. McCoy shook his head in wonder. "I can see that the two of you are going to make my job that much more challenging in the future." He heaved a sigh. "However, first we must deal with the present, and he have dallied too long already. L, please lean over the desk."

I moved over to where Light-kun had been only minutes earlier and locked eyes with him as I passed. For once, I wasn't sure of what he was thinking. I turned away from him and did as our teacher instructed, feeling one huge palm press against my shoulders just before the other one descended on my backside. The latter resulted in a gasp from me and a loud cracking sound from ground zero.

"Dear me!" Dr. McCoy declared. "Did I break you?"

"No," I answered, half-mumbling into the desk, "but I think you broke the M&Ms in my pocket."

Light made a noise that might have been something between a laugh and a snort. I heard Dr. McCoy murmur something that sounded like, "Oh, my stars and garters," just before he attempted another strike.

This time, he didn't stop. It is difficult to describe how I was feeling throughout the experience. Curiosity was followed by discomfort, then awareness of my own helplessness. Before long, however, the growing, burning pain centered in the targeted area took precedence over all else, and I had to fight with instincts that compelled me to move out of position. I knew that would be the worst thing I could do.

No, second worst. Allowing Light-kun to see how I was suffering would be the worst. I remembered the minute, tell-tale signs I had seen in him during his punishment and realized in shock that I was now exhibiting all of them myself. I had done no better at hiding it than he had, and had probably done worse.

After far too long, one hand left my back and thankfully the other stopped abusing my poor rear end. I pushed myself up, and kept my gaze lowered. "Well," I said in a voice that didn't quite sound like my own, "that was unpleasant."

"Good, then I did it correctly," Dr. McCoy said. "I trust we won't have to repeat this scene in the near future, gentlemen?"

"No, sensei," we both replied.

He dismissed us then, and we left together.

After having read Light-kun's write-up, I can now confess that I wanted to rub at my sore bottom as much as he had, but I resisted the impulse. Instead, I sighed, "Well, Watari wanted me to experience life as a normal teenager." I glanced at the boy walking beside me. "Was this normal?"

"More or less," he answered, then added wryly, "But I don't think many teenagers can claim to have been spanked by a man with hands the size of baseball mitts."

"How fortunate for them." I smiled ruefully and finally gave in, massaging the area that needed it most. Light chuckled and nodded, then we both rubbed our afflicted backsides in companionable silence.

L

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(2007)

X-Men belongs to Marvel.
Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba/Takeshi Obata.