Haruka's Fanfiction

This is a 15-minute prompt 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. The prompt is posted at the end of the ficlet. Crossposted to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/15minuteficlets/

Backfire (Prince of Tennis/X-Men)

by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Nioh Masaharu crept into the room where his Doubles partner, Yagyuu Hiroshi, was doing his homework. At the last second, he shapeshifted into the form of one of their guardians at the mansion, Echizen Nanjiroh.

“Ah, Yagyuu-kun, you’re so diligent.” He slid his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “It turns me on.”

Hiroshi glanced back at him, eyes peering over his glasses. “Please don’t do that in that form, Masa. It creeps me out.”

Masaharu shifted back to his own form. “You’re too suspicious for one so young.”

Hiroshi sighed. “And you’re too naughty for me to get any work done with you in the room.” He put his pen down and smiled. “I have to say, though, that you’ve really mastered these transformations.”

His wild-haired partner grinned widely. “You think so?” He shifted into the form of their tennis team’s Vice-Captain, Sanada Gen’ichirou. “Tarundoru!” he commanded, pointing at Hiro, who made a face.

“That’s more unnerving than having Echizen-san paw me,” Hiro said wryly. “But it would be more dangerous for YOU to be in this form if Gen catches you.”

“No kidding! And fourteen is too young to die.” Masa changed back to his own form, looking thoughtful. “What I need is a challenge. I need to see if I can fool someone with a form that they know well. Or maybe just someone who’s hard to fool in general.”

“Like an adult, one of the older, more experienced ones,” Hiro suggested. “I wouldn’t recommend Professor Xavier, though. As a telepath, he’d figure it out in no time.” A sly smile appeared on his face. “I think I have an idea where you can test your abilities with two experienced adults who know each other VERY well.”

Masa rubbed his hands together, cackling. “This is what I love about you. For all they call you The Gentleman, deep down you’re as sneaky as I am!”

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Masa found Logan in the garage, working on his motorcycle. He wondered whether, if he worked his borrowed form correctly, he could convince the grouchy Canadian to take him for a ride on it.

Or rather, take ‘Mystique’ on a ride.

He moved closer to Logan, trying to emulate the way Mystique walked. It wasn’t so hard to do in that form, with those long, slender legs and a woman’s hips to sway. Crouching by the cycle, Logan glanced up at his entrance and raised an eyebrow as he drew nearer.

“What’s up, darlin’?” he asked.

“Nothing in particular,” Masa said in Mystique’s voice as he leaned ‘her’ backside against the bike seat. “I just wondered what you were doing.”

“Bike’s been backfiring, so I’m checking it out,” he said, wiping off one of his tools on a rag. His gaze lit on Masa again, traveling the length of his blue-skinned form. “You’re looking good today.”

“Just today?” ‘She’ said teasingly.

“Nah.” Logan stood up and the look in his eyes took on a different slant. “But today I think I might just be doing something about it.”

“Want to take me for a ride?” Masa suggested, patting the bike.

Logan gave a throaty chuckle. “Not THAT kind of ride.”

Before Masa knew what was happening, the muscular mutant had pulled ‘Mystique’ against him and was about to kiss him!

“L-Logan, what are you doing?” he exclaimed, still keeping Mystique’s voice, but now bracing both blue hands against the man to hold him at a distance that wasn’t comfortable enough.

“Just what you’re begging for,” Logan answered. “You can’t fool me by pretending to resist, Raven.”

Masa stopped suddenly and stared at him. “I can’t fool you at all, can I?”

Logan smiled knowingly and released Mystique’s form. “Not a chance, Trickster.”

Resignedly, Masa shapeshifted back to his own body. “What gave me away?” he demanded. “I thought I had her down cold!”

“You did, and that form might have fooled anyone else except the Professor.” Logan smirked. “But even the real Mystique knows she can’t trick my sense of smell, and even in different forms, you can’t change your scent.” He turned toward the garage door and raised his voice, “You also can’t hide this close and not have me smell you or hear your heartbeat, Hiroshi.”

Masa’s boyfriend stepped sheepishly out from around the edge of the door. He gave an apologetic bow. “I’m sorry, Sensei.”

Logan rubbed his hands together. “Not as sorry as you’re both gonna be.”

Ten minutes later, Rikkaidai’s Doubles One team were walking up to their room, massaging their sore backsides.

“I wonder if I shift into another form whether my butt will still hurt,” Masa moaned.

“Yes, it will, because I’ll kick it if it doesn’t,” Hiro said wryly.

“Some ‘Gentleman’ YOU are.”

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Prompt: Partner in crime.

(2007)

Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi
X-Men belongs to Marvel