Haruka's Fanfiction

Crossposted to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/15minuteficlets/

Prompt response for: It began innocently enough

This is a 15-minute ficlet written with my alternate-universe, crossover, spanking RPG in mind, in which various unusually-gifted characters from several different fandoms (such as Prince of Tennis/Changechildren, Death Note, and X-Men, etc) all live in the same school. Contains spanking.

Schedules

by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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I was looking for a bus schedule. That's how innocently it started.

You'd think in this humongous mansion with dozens of kids, most of whom can't drive yet, you could find a bus schedule. But it wasn't that easy.

I dug around in the living room first. I found a couple of plates with cake crumbs on them (probably L's doing), a few comic books, a tennis ball, two jackets and a couple of video games laying around. Oh yeah, and a bunch of loose change in the couch. So while I now had money for the bus, I still didn't know when it was coming.

I went through the kitchen, dining room, library, and den next. No bus schedule, but more used plates, snack wrappers, books, games, assorted clothing items, and at least one tennis ball in every room.

Suddenly I remembered that the last person I knew of who had actually taken the bus was Jubilee, so I went to her room to ask for her schedule. She wasn't there, and from the condition of her room, I didn't think I'd find it (although surprisingly, I didn't see any tennis balls.) I did, however, notice her purse on the bed and figured, 'hey, it might be in there!' so I went to take a peek inside.

Wouldn't you know it? The moment I stuck my hand in, I heard an angry female voice shout, "Just WHAT do you think you're doing, Marui-kun?!"

It wasn't Jubilee -- it was Hanamura-san. She wasted no time in marching over to grab me by the arm and turn me around for a rapid series of whacks.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you that a woman's purse is sacred, young man?!" she demanded as she walloped me.

"But Sensei! I -- OW! just wanted -- OUCH! to see if she -- OW! had a bus -- OW! schedule!"

She stopped spanking me, thankfully, and turned me back around to face her. "A bus schedule? What for?"

I rubbed my poor bottom and pouted. "I found out the candy store re-stocked my apple gum and I wanted to go get some."

Her expression darkened. "Then you were planning to skip out on Power Practice! It starts in ten minutes!"

My mouth fell open. I'd completely forgotten about my being on the schedule for that afternoon's Power Practice. But I never would again, as she turned me back around for a few more painful 'reminders.'

Marui Bunta

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(2007)

None of these characters are mine.