Haruka's Fanfiction

The following wasn't written as a fic, but rather as (edited) excerpts from a SPANKING RPG called ‘Spanking Refugee Vent’ or ‘Sprefvent’ for short. In it I play characters from various fandoms including Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Sailormoon, X-Men, Death Note, etc. The setting for some of my characters is based in Michiru’s and my Alternate Universe and so are not necessarily canon. Same-sex relationships may be included. Please note that although spanking is the main topic in the RPG, characters are allowed to vent about other things, so not ALL excerpts may contain spanking. Also know that the game has been going on for years, re-starting many times, so settings, characters, and their situations will change often.

Sprefvent - Compilation 8

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Sometimes being a rabid fanboy is detrimental to your health.

Yayoi and I are big fans of, well, tons of people, but one of them is a Jpop singer named Kimeru, and Yayoi managed to score tickets for us to a concert of his. We were ecstatic, but also a tad concerned. The concert wasn’t close to Hotel School, and it was also a school night (plus the crowd would likely be older than us.) You can see where this is going – we were afraid my parents and Yayoi’s guardians would say no.

So we didn’t ask them.

Last night, the night of the concert, we told our families that we were going to the movies, but would still be back in time for bed. This would take some trickery on our part, because the concert would last WAY past that. We decided to utilize Yayoi’s magical ability to teleport us back in time to say goodnight and go to our rooms, then we’d teleport back to the show. It was a risk, but this was Kimeru we were talking about! NO risk was too great!

We went to the show as planned, and I have to say, Kimeru is so beautiful live onstage. He’s tiny, only 5’2”, and wears platform shoes to make himself stand out more onstage (insert fanboy squealing here.) His music is fun, not heavy metal or anything, so the crowd was well-behaved and not really rowdy (basically, we were perfectly safe!) It was so hard for us to follow the plan and drag ourselves away to go home and pretend to go to bed, but we did (and did we feel guilty for lying and deceiving our families? Not for a moment. As I said, this was for _Kimeru_!)

Right on time, Yayoi teleported us back to the concert, and we found we’d only missed a song and a half (a tragedy, but a sacrifice we’d had to make for the greater good.)

The rest of the show was incredible, I just wanted to go up onstage and squish Kimeru for being so sexy and cute. Yayoi and I were gushing over him so much that we almost didn’t notice the time. But hey, they all thought we were in bed, and were probably asleep themselves by then, right?

Wrong.

As it turned out, either one set of adults or the other (or maybe a floor monitor from neither of our households) had done a random check on our tracker bracelets and discovered we weren’t in the school. One thing led to another, and Kaasan was waiting up for me when I got home (and likewise, Yayoi found Kunzite waiting for him!)

Kaasan was BEYOND ticked off. She couldn’t yell, because she’d wake Youhei, Takahisa, and Ryoma, but even keeping her voice down she could be scary! Then I guess she stopped caring about being quiet because when she took me into my room and hauled me over her knees for the walloping of a lifetime, she didn’t seem to much care if the smacks or my outcries were heard all over the building (although Yayoi claims that his hollering from the spanking he was receiving from Kunzite might have drowned me out.)

If I was a better person, I guess I’d say that I learned from my punishment and feel bad for worrying my mother and that I wish I hadn’t done it. But if I’m going to be honest, I’m just sorry I got caught. It would take a LOT more than that to make me regret seeing Kimeru live (Yayoi’s nicer than me, and DOES feel badly about that other stuff, but he says he’d still do it again if the alternative was missing the show!)

Kouhei

P.S. I think I’ll write a letter to Kimeru and tell him how we suffered to see him. Maybe we’ll get a personally-signed sympathy card.

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Is it possible to die from happiness overload? Kimeru answered my letter!!!

What’s more, he said something that I thought you guys would want recounted here (but it anyone ever tells him I told, you die, got it?) Here’s a direct quote from his letter:

‘I was really sorry to hear what happened to you and Yayoi as a result of coming to my concert, but maybe this will make you feel better. Something similar happened to me when I was thirteen.

I was interested in music even then, and while my early attempts at songwriting were encouraged by my parents, they didn’t understand the corresponding need to attend live shows that would keep me out until midnight. Imagine that!

I like to think I was a pretty good son (I never got arrested ….) but there was one show I absolutely HAD to see. I felt that if I missed it, I would not only outright die, I would be a social pariah amongst my friends, who were all planning to go, with or (more likely) without parental permission. There was no choice; I had to do it.

There were four of us who ended up sneaking out that night, all of us telling each other’s parents that we were sleeping over at one another’s house. It seemed the perfect crime.

Being hopelessly too young to drive, we had to take the bus, but luck was with us for a little while. We got into the show without hassle, and had fairly good seats. Sometimes it was hard to see because everyone else there was older (and taller) than we were (this was especially hard for me, as – if you can believe it – I was even shorter then than I am now!) Still, the energy was incredible and the music was great, so we were all having fun regardless of vantage point, just being part of the experience.

The show had three encores, so it ran pretty long, but hey, we were in the clear, right? It’s not like anyone knew we were out.

Good thing, since we missed the last bus.

This meant that we had to hitchhike, since none of we geniuses had enough spare money for a cab to take us that distance. Traffic was still leaving the concert, so we were lucky enough to get picked up by a couple of high schoolers instead of some lunatic like we probably deserved. We all sang songs from the show all the way home, and only when our ride asked us where we wanted to be dropped off that we realized the horrible truth: We were all morons.

As I stated earlier, we’d all told our parents we were staying at each other’s houses. We never considered where we would actually SLEEP once we got out of the concert, and all our parents thought we were in another friend’s house! We had effectively put ourselves out on the street for the night, which is pretty much what our ride ended up doing with us when we wouldn’t make up our minds what to do.

In the end, we wound up each going home. I decided that I might still be able to salvage the situation without getting punished, so when I came in at 12:30 a.m. and my parents woke up, I told them that I had gotten into a fight with the friend I’d been staying with, so decided to come home. It was late, they were tired, and it sounded like it made sense at the time, so they accepted it and we all went to bed. I was in the clear!

Until morning came and my friend’s mother called MY mother to tell her that my stupid friend had confessed all, screwing the rest of us in the process.

I’d never seen my parents so angry (and haven’t since then.) My father bent me over the kitchen table and took off his belt, giving me my age in licks across the backside of my (too thin) pajamas. I’ve never been very good at holding back tears, and they flowed unchecked that day, that’s for sure. I was grounded for the rest of the weekend as well, since my parents claimed they couldn’t trust me to tell them the truth about where I might go. (ouch!)

It all blew over after that weekend, but I never forgot about it and tried not to get myself in a situation like that ever again (some other situations wherein I screwed up were pretty bad, but at least I never repeated the same stupid mistake twice. ^_^)'

Unquote. Wasn’t that a great story? I couldn’t believe it when I read it – not only that one of my favorite stars was subject to parental justice like that, but that he also TOLD me about it! *hugs Kimeru poster*

Kouhei

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End of Compilation 8

(2006)

No characters here are mine.

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