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Sakura Court - Part 12 (Crossover)

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:40:43 GMT

Wow, has it really been nine months since I updated this? I was enjoying it at the time, but different fandoms caught my interest and took me away -- guess I'll have to make some adjustments here before long to keep up with them. ;)

This story is not canon. It is based in one of my wife’s and my RPG worlds, this one being set in a family neighborhood. The households are usually large, and are made up of some of our favorite fandoms. Before reading, please refer to:

Info/warnings here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/sakuracourt/profile
Earlier chapters here: http://canadian-haruka.insanejournal.com/tag/sakura+court

Sakura Court – Part 12

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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There was a time when I was the ruler of the RinJyuDen. I had countless number of Rinshi at my command, with my sights set on ruling the world.

Now I was picking up clothes that had been discarded by Kandou Jan as he ran off into the woods after having jumped out the classroom window. I suppose I could let someone else do it, but I felt the need to address this personally.

I picked up the last sock and dumped the entire load of clothes at the base of a tree, then looked up into it. "Jan, what you doing?"

"I'm not going back, Rio!" he stated firmly. “I can't understand half of what the teachers are talking about! The other kids all do, but I don't!"

“The other kids didn't spend a good chunk of their time being raised by tigers, pandas, and other animals in the woods. They've had an advantage where formal education is concerned."

“It makes me feel Dabu Dabu when I'm in class and everyone knows what's going on but me," Jan said dejectedly.

I felt a twinge of pity I had not expected to feel. Not just for Jan, but for another I knew who was having similar trouble.

I sighed and leaned back against the tree. "It's not just you, Jan. The truth is that Mele is having the same problem."

He spun around to look down at me so fast that by rights he should've fallen from the tree. But being the original Jungle Boy, he did not. "MELE is?! But she wasn't raised by animals!"

"No, but she comes from a time centuries before this one when education was very different," I told him. "Remember, I raised her from the dead – she's never been in a school like this before."

I watched his face as he processed that information. "How has she been able to do it but I haven't?"

"She hasn't been, that's the point. I help her, and we're in the same class, so she has that advantage, but it's really overwhelming and frustrating for her."

He put his hands behind his head and sighed. "It makes you feel Uja Uja, all right. But what can we do about it?"

That was the big question, wasn't it? What could be done? It wasn't fair for Mele or Jan to be denied an education, but I knew that Mele was falling behind, even with my help. There should be something more that could be done for kids their age without having to embarrass them with remedial classes. Especially as those may not even help in their case; they really needed to go back to basics.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

"Jan, you can't stay in that tree forever, so you may as well come down and get dressed," I told him. "Go home – Miki will understand."

He gave me a big, sad pout, but jumped down from the tree and began getting dressed.

"Are you going back to class?" he asked when he was done.

There was something I needed to do, but there wouldn't be enough time to do it until after school. Unless, of course, I cut class. I thought about it and decided not to. Mele would worry, and the person I needed to talk to wouldn't approve.

"Yeah, I'm going back," I answered. "but I won't forget about this problem, Jan. If I can, I'll do something to help."

I may as well have gone with him, because my idea was all I could think of that afternoon, anyway. When I was finally able to escape from school, I gave Mele a quick kiss on the cheek and told her I had to hurry home and would see her there later. Then I teleported back to Sakura Court.

I wasn't surprised when Deneb opened the door of the Imagin house; other than grocery shopping, I don't think he ever goes out.

"Rio?" He did a double take for good reason; I'd never gone to their house before. "What can I do for you?"

"I need to talk to you."

For the next several minutes, I told him about Mele and Jan, their origins, and the trouble they'd been having. Then I told him my idea.

"Oh my," he said afterwards. "Do you think it could work?"

"I guess the real question is whether YOU think it could work," I pointed out. "It would be all on you, Deneb."

"Yes,” he agreed with a sober nod. "Yes, it would be."

--

Mele came running out of our house as soon as she saw me coming down the street (with a huge lollypop. Apparently, no one leaves that house without Deneb candy. "Rio-sama! What's going on? What were you doing at the Imagin house?"

"I'll tell you, but I need for Jan to be there too."

"What?" She stared at me, but didn't argue as we went looking for Jan.

"NOW will you tell me what's going on?" Mele pleaded once we were seated in the living room. I was in the chair in the two of them sat on the sofa (well, Mele sat. Jan crouched like usual, slurping on the lollypop I’d relinquished to him.)

"It's about what happened with Jan today," I said, “and about the trouble you've been having in school, Mele."

She pouted — she doesn't like being reminded of any shortcomings, even those that aren't her fault. "What does that have to do with the Imagin?"

"Deneb teaches Ryuutaros at home because despite his looks, he's not at a high school level. He's in pretty much the same situation as the two of you."

Mele jumped up from the sofa. "Rio-sama," she began slowly, "you’re not saying what I think you're saying.…?"

I looked at her seriously. "What I'm saying is that Deneb is willing to tutor both of you at the same sessions as Ryuutaros. It will solve your problem and also Ryuutaros’ problem with inattention. Deneb thinks having others to study with will help him, and I think it will help YOU to not be the only ones in this situation."

"Okay!" Jan said happily and leapt off the couch with a whoop. “Yaaay, I don’t have to go back to that school!”

"But ME, with the two of THEM?" Mele wailed. I stood up and took her by the shoulders.

"Mele, if there was any way to keep you in my class with me I'd do it, but you're struggling and frustrated. Give this a chance for now, and when you're caught up, you can come back." I didn't add that I’d likely be out of school myself long before she could catch up. I really believed this was what was best for her, even if it meant we couldn’t be together all day.

She must have seen it in my eyes or maybe she was just doing what I told her, as usual, but she relented.

"All right, Rio-sama," she said resignedly. I hugged her and hoped she felt reassured, while Jan bounded around the room joyfully.

I just hoped that the combination of Jan and Ryuutaros wouldn't drive both Mele and Deneb insane by the end of their first session.

Rio

--

End of Part 12

(2009)

No characters here are mine. Celebrities here are for fictional purposes only and none of the events within ever happened.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

The Pitcher's Wife (Battery)

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:15:35 GMT

The Pitcher’s Wife (Battery)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Gou was watching Takumi sleep. He was relieved that the other boy could sleep at all; the sight of Takumi’s raw, welted back had been horrifying.

It was almost hard to believe that they were the same age. Takumi was so much stronger than any other thirteen-year-old he knew. He stood up for himself and for others, and wasn't afraid of anyone, not even adults.

No, there had been ONE time Harada Takumi had been afraid. He'd confessed to Gou that the attack on him earlier that day had scared him, that he thought he'd been going to die. Gou knew it hadn't been easy for Takumi to admit that, and it would be even harder for him to go to school the next day as he planned to do. The pain would be terrible, and the knowledge that someone there was out to get him frightening. But Gou knew Takumi would do it, because he was just that strong. He also knew that he himself would be there to back him up no matter what

The catcher was the pitcher’s wife, and this wife would fulfill his duty to the very end.

--

(2009)

Battery belongs to Asano Atsuko.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

Sprefvent - Compilation 69 (Crossover)

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:45:14 GMT

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. Since the Sept 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from Koishite Akuma, Kamen Rider W, and RL performers. Same-sex relationships may be included, ages are altered; nothing is necessarily canon. 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.

Sprefvent - Compilation 69

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Over the last couple of days, I’ve been torn over whether to confess to Shotaro about how I accessed the World Library when I was forbidden to do so. Really, I guess I was just putting it off. It wasn’t fair that everyone suffered their own punishment and I only endured mine half-way. But yes, I put it off – long enough that I was surprised when Shotaro came to me himself.

“Hey, congratulations, Philippe!” he said, clapping me on the back.

“For what?” I asked curiously.

He chuckled. “What do you think?” When I continued to look at him blankly, he laughed. “Can it be that you’ve forgotten that today your punishment is over? You’re allowed to access the World Library again!”

“Oh,” I said, sounding decidedly unexcited.

He looked surprised. “What’s this? It can’t be that you’ve lost enthusiasm for research?”

I gave him an are-you-kidding look. “Hardly. Research is all I am, you know that. It’s something else.” I sighed. “I didn’t wait the full week before accessing the World Library. I broke the terms of my punishment.”

“I see,” Shotaro remarked, a note of disappointment in his voice. He leaned back against my desk and folded his arms. “Philippe, I know the punishment was difficult for you – I thought it would be more effective than what the other kids got. They may not see it that way, but you and I know better ....” He sighed and shook his head. “In the end, I can see it wasn’t practical. It involved trusting you to be your own parent and make sure you didn’t go there.”

“Yes,” I agreed reluctantly, feeling like a failure. I should have been able to stick this out.

“Well,” he stood up straight again and regarded me expectantly, “don’t you have something to say to me?”

“I owe you an apology,” I admitted. “If you can wait a few moments, I can research the best ways to do so.”

“That won’t be necessary; it’s pretty simple.” Shotaro came over to me and shoved my head down so that I was bent at the waist. “Any Japanese child should learn how to bow at an early age, but with your memories having been lost, I’ll forgive you that.”

“And I may not be fully Japanese,” I said, still bent. Visibly, I looked Japanese, but with a name like Philippe, I could easily be half French.

“This is true. Anyway, I’m grateful that you confessed to me. No—“ he said quickly, pushing my rising head back down again. “Stay down there, we’re not done. Because you did not complete your punishment, I’m sorry to say that we’ll have to do something else.”

Even from my bent position, I could see him rolling up his shirtsleeves. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming and tried to resign myself to it. “Are you going to use a belt on me?” I asked.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” I felt him lift my knee-length hoodie up so that it lay across my back, and then he began tugging my pants down. The analytical side of me knew this had to be done to achieve maximum pain efficiency but I was pretty sure that there was a humiliation factor involved as well.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked.

“Please, Philippe. You know what an old-fashioned guy I am. Well, there’s nothing as old-fashioned as this.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and struck my backside with a firm, sharp slap. I gasped, not having expected it to hurt that much right from the start.

And it didn’t get better as it went on.

I was surprised by everything about the experience. How strong Shotaro’s grip on me was, how unrelenting the pain was, and how much I wanted to squirm and struggle away from it. I didn’t, though (not much, anyway.) I knew that I deserved this, so I had to suffer through it. But I certainly didn’t have to like it.

I’m sure my face and backside were equal shades of red by the time Shotaro pulled my hoodie back down and released me. I wasn’t crying – my feelings weren’t hurt, just my bottom, and that didn’t seem good enough reason to cry. I did cringe a little as Shotaro met my eyes, however.

“I’m sorry I forced you into this,” I murmured, looking away.

He ruffled my hair affectionately. “I’m here because I want to be. Don’t you know I’ll always be here for you?”

I managed a faint smile and looked at him once more. “Thanks. Back at you.”

So while it wasn’t as traumatic as some of your experiences, in the end, I wound up sharing basically the same punishment as the rest of you.

Hmm, ‘in the end.’ Funny. I think for my next research project in the World Library I’ll look up puns.

It’s not like I’ll be sitting down for a while, anyway.

Philippe

--

"Auugh!" I yelled in frustration. "This isn't working at all!"

I glared angrily at the notes and illustrations I'd been scribbling all over the foyer walls (this was after I'd already filled my huge whiteboards, my bedroom walls, the hallway leading to the stairs, and the stairwell.) Ever since Dean Winchester mentioned that I should have the biggest porn collection in my head thanks to the World Library, I've been trying to research 'porn'. There were 208,000,000 hits, but one of the books was locked and inaccessible to me! I wrote all those notes in research but none of them gave me the keyword I need is to unlock that one book titled 'porn store.'

It was while I was yelling that Dean came over to me, staring at my notes and drawings. The notes were mostly in Japanese, but the drawings (which had been his suggestion) seem to appeal to him.

"You’re not a bad artist, Philippe," he said with a low whistle.

"Who cares?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. "It’s not here! The answer isn't here!" I headed determinedly for the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Dean followed me, catching my arm. "You’re not allowed to go outside alone with those people after you, it’s dangerous!”

"I can’t rest until I find the answer!" I shot back and went out the door. Dean came after me again, this time with car keys.

"I got you started on this, so I'm not letting you go alone."

We got into the car. "Where to first?" he asked.

"The closest I could get to ‘porn store' was finding out addresses of existing ones, so we're going to the mall – there's one on the top floor."

"They won't let you in," he told me. "You’re underage."

"So are you."

He grinned. "But I have a fake ID. We need them for work sometimes."

I closed my eyes and ran a search on how to acquire a fake ID. When I opened them again, I said, "Good thing we’re going to the mall anyway – I can get a laminator there."

It was a little awkward setting up operation for making a fake ID in Dean's car, but doable. I needed a laminator, pouches, card stock, and a printer. Then I needed a battery-backup to power all of them.

When we were done, I studied the results critically. "Will this work? You’ve seen these before." I passed it to him.

"Seeing as it's a cell phone picture, it's not as professional-looking, but I think it'll pass," he replied and gave it back, then shook his head. I can't believe you went this far and spent this much money. Where’d you GET that much money, anyway?"

"Spending account from Shotaro, but don’t worry. There’s a fourteen-day return policy on the laminator and printer, so I'll bring them back. You can keep the pouches, maybe you can use them." I hopped out of the car. “In the meantime, let’s go to that store!”

I think Dean had a hard time keeping up with me as I wound my way through the mall, heading for the escalator to get to the third floor.

Before we even got inside the store, I noticed that unlike all the other store windows in the mall, this one was completely blacked over so that the contents inside were not visible from the outside corridor. There were big warning signs all over those front windows as well, declaring ‘ADULTS ONLY – I.D. REQUIRED.’

“’Adults Only?’” I read out loud, then thoughtfully, “Adults … only ….” My eyes widened and I spun to face Dean. “THAT’S the keyword! ‘Adults Only’! I can use that to unlock the book in the World Library and read the ‘porn store’ section!”

Dean stared back at me like I was insane. “Uh, that’s great, Philippe, but seeing as you’re already here, standing outside a GENUINE porn store, please don’t tell me you’d rather read about one.”

“It’s not just like regular reading – I can see pictures –!“

Dean took me by the shoulders and turned me toward the door. “But _I_ can’t, and pictures don’t compare to the real thing. We’re going in.”

Right away, the woman behind the counter insisted on seeing our I.D.s.

"Certainly," Dean said, producing his. I was already wandering toward a display. "Philippe, I.D.," he called over.

"Huh? Oh, sure." I hurried over, slapped it on the counter, then went back to the display.

"Excuse him," Dean said with a smile to the woman. "He's new here."

She checked out the IDs (I guess – I wasn't watching) and must have returned them to Dean because he came over to me and handed mine back.

"Dean, look at these!" I said excitedly. "According to the World Library, these are flavoured condoms!"

"That's what they are according to the label, too," Dean said in amusement.

"At first I wasn't sure why they would be flavoured, but after a little research, it seems that someone can taste them if they're giving someone else —"

He covered my mouth. "Why, yes, that's right,” he agreed, and I noticed his face was red for some reason. "Let's try another display."

"Ooo, how about this one?" I darted over to a glass case and peered down into it, my hands splayed out over the glass. "What are these for? Let's see …” I closed my eyes, then opened them. "Oh! Collar and leash, usually used for dogs, but these are for people who want to indulge in master/slave play. Fascinating! And handcuffs! Those are usually for criminals but in the context of porn they’re meant as bondage between people for titillation —"

There was an odd look on Dean's face and it seemed to be getting even redder. "And here I thought I'd be the one having to explain things to YOU," he said with an awkward laugh.

"Look at this!" I cried excitedly, speeding to a display on the wall behind the counter. "Dean, you know what those are?"

From his expression, he certainly did. "Those are paddles, and that there is a riding crop."

"Yes!" I declared, having jumped back into the Library briefly. "For corporal punishment, like spanking, only this context defines it as pleasurable.” I frowned. "I don't understand that at all."

"I think you actually have to BE an adult to understand it, Philippe," he admitted. "I don't get it either."

The woman behind the counter cleared her throat and we both looked over at her. I guess we should have been a little quieter with those last two revelations.

"You kids get out of my store before I call security."

"But I'm not done yet!" I whined.

Dean began dragging me toward the door. "You can finish your research in your Library, buddy. Remember, you've got the keyword now."

"But I’m not sure the keyword will unlock the porn movies or if it will only show me the titles! Hey, there are the movies over there —!" I pointed to a far wall, but Dean was already hauling me out the door.

Dean apologized to me in the car for herding me around like that, and I accepted it. If I had not acted so enthusiastically in the store, he wouldn't have had to do that, so was my own fault.

When Dean and I came into the foyer of the school, we found several teachers and students running around in varying degrees of giggling (first thing we heard) laughing, screaming, and arguing.

"THERE he is!" Logan said as he and a few other adults strode over to us. "Did YOU do that?!" he demanded, sticking a finger in my face then pointing to the wall.

Shotaro, looking frazzled, got between myself and Logan. "I TOLD you it had to be him, Logan-san. When Philippe is absorbed in something, he's nothing but a nuisance."

Mr. Winchester also pointed to the walls that were still covered by my notes. "That is not being a nuisance, THAT is corrupting every kid in this school.”

“And ruining the walls!" May Parker declared. “With pure filth, at that!”

"But Ma’am,” Shotaro began, “it’s all in Japanese. You can’t read it, and neither can most of the kids here."

"Perhaps not,” said Mr. Lensherr dryly, “but Yuuta, Hiroki, and Ruka have been perfectly happy to translate for the others."

"And the pictures say enough on their own!" Mrs. Parker shuddered and turned away from the wall.

Mr. Winchester narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Dean. “Where did you two go, anyway? Isn’t Philippe supposed to keep to the house?”

“I had to continue my research, so we went – mmmph!” Dean chose that moment to cover my mouth again

“We went to the mall,” he said quickly. “He was going to go, anyway, so I went to keep him safe. That’s all.”

“I can’t believe you don’t think he should be punished for this!” Logan was yelling at Shotaro at the same time.

“He can’t HELP himself! There’s no stopping him when he’s focused on researching something, believe me, I’ve tried! It’s best to let it run its course.” Shotaro nodded in my direction. “Philippe will clean the walls now that he’s done, right?”

“Of course,” I said. “It’s dry erase; it’ll come off easily.”

I saw a camera flash nearby followed by a giggle. Someone was keeping my walls for posterity. Logan went tearing after the culprit, but I never saw who it was or whether he caught him.

I was too busy having my ear squeezed by Mrs. Parker, who began pulling me in the direction of the kitchen, muttering something about getting cleanser for the walls and wishing she could wash my brain out with soap.

Philippe

--

End of Part 69

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

The Ballad of Warren and Yuuta (RPS/X-Men crossover)

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:14:39 GMT

This collaboration was originally part of an AU crossover, spanking RPG called Sprefvent in which various unusually-gifted characters from several different fandoms all live in the same school. In the following, RL performer Yuuta Furukawa has Siren mind-control power, and he and Warren Worthington from X-Men have been boyfriends for a long time. Contains spanking and m/m relationships.

Warren’s posts are written by Bewize (bewize@yahoo.com) and Yuuta’s posts are written by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com).

--

The Ballad of Warren and Yuuta

Everyone knows how close Warren and I have become. We’ve been dating exclusively for months, and (yes, I’ll state it here for all to see) I truly am in love with him. He’s the best boyfriend anyone could want; he considerate, supportive, attentive, and fun to be with. He never once pressured me to go further than I wanted to go.

Which may be why he looked so surprised a couple of days ago when I told him exactly HOW far I wanted to go.

“Yuuta,” he said slowly, touching my cheek, “are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I told him firmly, looking him straight in the eyes so he would know there was no hesitation there. “Don’t you want me, too?”

His grin was almost comical, it was so torn between eager and sheepish. “Are you kidding?”

We sealed it with a (steamy hot) kiss and held each other for a long time.

“But how … where?” I asked finally. “Certainly not HERE. All we would need is for Logan’s radar hearing to catch a giveaway sound or the Professor to pick up intense thoughts during the moment –“

“We can’t go to a hotel, either,” Warren speculated out loud. “Too much chance of the press getting wind of it and with our luck a helicopter for the six o’clock news would show up outside our balcony.”

I deflated. “It’s hopeless, isn’t it? I don’t want our first time together to be in the backseat of a car, even if it IS a limousine.”

Warren looked thoughtful. “Maybe not. There could be a place where we’d have complete privacy.” He took both my hands in his and squeezed them excitedly. “I’m sure it could work! This is a piece of Worthington property that sits virtually unused except for a monthly cleaning crew, and they only come on the first of the month. It’s out in the country, on a lake -- no neighbours for miles. My father bought it about ten years ago when he went through a phase of supposed ‘retirement’ – we spent a summer fishing there when I was a kid.” He shrugged. “After that summer, he went back to work and we haven’t been there since.”

My eyes lit up with excitement. “It sounds perfect!”

He pulled me against him and we kissed hard.

Of course, being kids, it wasn’t as easy as dancing out the door to our proposed love nest. We had to lay some groundwork for the suspicious adults first.

Professor Xavier was to be avoided at all costs. If we told him the lies we needed to tell to make this work, he would recognize them as exactly that. So I went to Logan and put my professional acting skills to work.

"Logan," I said, " I'm going to be out of town overnight. I have a photo shoot in Yokohama, but there’ll be a tutor on set."

Since I've done this kind of thing dozens of times before, he didn't think anything of it. "Okay, kid. Be careful out there."

"I will, thanks." I left the room, trying not to smile too broadly.

Warren joined me out back by the pool — we were trying not to talk about it in the house anymore.

"How’d it go for you?" I asked brightly. I figured he could tell from my expression that I was successful.

"Went great," he answered, smiling. "I talked to Mr. Lensherr and told him I was spending the evening at some event my father was sponsoring and it would probably run very late, so I'd go home with him and be back here tomorrow afternoon."

“Did he ask about school?"

"I said I'd make up the work fast. He knows I get good grades."

Stage one was complete; stage two went into effect last night, and some of you may have been present to see it.

Warren and I were slated to leave separately for our own ‘destinations' within a few minutes of each other. That meant we could stage a public goodbye at the front door. My cab arrived first, and I signalled out the door that I'd seen him, then turned to Warren.

"I know it's only one night, but it feels like it's going to be forever away from you," I told him softly, acutely aware that there were at least a couple of witnesses within earshot.

He played with my hair. "You don't know how much I wish I could have you on my arm at this thing. It'll be boring without you."

We kissed for a few moments. Then he walked me out to my cab. Another kiss, and I was driven away .…

… To the parking lot of the local mall, where I paid the cabbie and waited for Warren to arrive in his own taxi. His car had already been parked there hours ago, waiting to take us to our hideaway for the night.

"I can't believe we pulled this off!" I exclaimed in delight as I threw my arms around his neck.

"Well, you're a great actor.” Warren smiled, kissing my cheek.

"So are you! What a performance!" I laughed, then took his hand. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The drive out was so much fun. Just the two of the singing along to the radio, enjoying each other's company, with the promise of untold delights awaiting us that night — all in complete privacy. It was heavenly.

I was expecting a simple log cabin on the lake, but I should have known that the Worthingtons don't know the meaning of the word 'simple.' The place was like a resort! A huge house (mansion?) in a large clearing, with a tennis court and a pool (even with the lake there!) The family fishing boat was no little rowboat, oh no. It was practically a yacht, but not so gigantic that you couldn't cast a line and not hit the water.

Of course, fishing wasn't what we had in mind.

When we arrived, and after I was suitably blown away by my surroundings, Warren let us into the house. Inside, it was decorated to appear rustic, but still classy. Lot of woodwork, rafters up above, and a big stone fireplace. The tartan throws on the sofa and chairs added a lovely touch of colour.

“I want you to wait here for about ten minutes," Warren said, seating me in the living room. "There something I want to do upstairs before I bring you up." He bent down and kissed me, then ran up the stairs. He looked so boyishly eager I couldn't help grinning to myself.

While waiting, I’ll confess that I went to the mirror and did some serious work on my hair to make it perfect. I thought about what was to come and wondered if I would disappoint him. Could I pull off being passionate, alluring, and irresistible when this would be the first time he'd seen me naked? He would be seeing — and touching — the most intimate places of my body. I didn't want to appear embarrassed or be hesitant at all because then he may not think I wanted him, and I did. So very much.

"Yuuta!" Warren poked his head back into the living room. "Come with me." He extended his hand and I took it. We went upstairs together.

"After you," he said, his eyes shining as he stood aside and directed me into a room. I stepped through the door and drew a breath.

It had the same wood and stone décor, and even another huge fireplace, only this one had an inviting, crackling fire going merrily within it. There were no other lights on, so the whole room glowed and flickered with firelight. At our feet, a white fur rug was thick and soft. However, the focal point of the room was the king-size, four-poster mahogany bed. The quilt matched the colourful tartan throws downstairs.

"Warren, it's beautiful." I breathed. He touched my cheek.

"YOU’RE beautiful," he told me softly. We drew together for a kiss.

“There’s just one last thing I need to get,” he said, handing me my overnight bag. “You can change here, and I’ll change downstairs. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I nodded and he left. I opened my bag and brought out a pair of pajamas I’d never actually worn before. They were white satin – a birthday gift from my best friend back home. He had told me with a wink that I should save them for the most special night of my life, and this I knew would be the one.

After changing, I put my bag under the bed and then tentatively crawled onto it. I'd never been on such a huge bed before and mused that Warren and I might need a map just to find each other on it.

I heard him coming and tried to arrange myself so that I was posed more decoratively on the bed. Thank goodness for experience in photo shoots so that I could do so and make it look natural.

I almost forgot myself, anyway, when Warren came in, but luckily I held it together. Having my tongue loll out while I drooled all over the bed would not have been attractive.

Warren was bare-chested, the tops of his white wings looking even more brilliant in contrast to his tanned skin. His magnificent upper body held my gaze longer than was polite, but it still did not escape my notice that the silk pajama bottoms he wore matched his beautiful blue eyes perfectly. It was all I could do not to jump his bones there in the doorway.

“Wow,” I murmured with a mischievous smile, “if all that is for me, I must have been a very good boy this year.”

“And here I was thinking that _I_ was the lucky one when I got a look at you,” he said appreciatively looking me over. “You’re amazing.”

I smiled, then realized what he had in his hands. “Is that wine?” I asked hopefully.

His eyes sparkled like the liquid in the glasses. “Champagne, actually. Vintage. This is a special occasion.” He came over and handed me a glass, then sat on the bed with me. We linked arms and both took a sip.

I don’t want anyone to think we got drunk – we didn’t. The glasses were only about a third full, just enough to make us feel warm and relaxed.

We sat quietly for a while, just sipping the Champagne and talking. Warren had an arm around me and I was nestled against him. Somewhere, at some point, the glasses were put aside, we looked into each other’s eyes and embraced.

Exploration of each other’s skin began slowly. I slid out of my pajama top and the two of us glided fingertips over each other’s shoulders and chests. Soon afterwards, I leaned over to replace my hands with my mouth, drawing a soft moan from Warren.

It wouldn’t be appropriate to detail every moment of what happened after that, but there are a couple of things I can’t help sharing by virtue of how lucky I am. Thanks to Warren’s inventiveness, I think I’ve developed a feather fetish. He found a loose feather and trailed the tip of it over nearly every inch of my naked body. It was slow, torturous pleasure unrivalled by any other sensation on Earth. And when Warren poised over me and splayed out his wings to envelop us like a beautiful white canopy, I felt such joy as I cannot describe.

Yuuta

--

Yuuta has told everyone the where and why. I can only add that I am the truly lucky one here. Everything about our night together was special and pretty perfect and Yuuta deserves credit of his own for both inventiveness and compassion.

As much as I might not seem it, I am… was… worried that my very physical and very noticeable mutation might be too much of a burden to overcome. I shouldn't have worried, though. Yuuta is wonderful and I was definitely in the right hands to begin learning to think of my wings as something that could even be sexy.

We spent the night in a mix of laughter and other activities and finally drifted off to sleep around 3 a.m. We didn't have to get up early, and I don't know about Yuuta, but I intended to take my time getting out of bed in the morning, too.

Something woke me up at about 6 a.m. I looked to find Yuuta still asleep and I decided it was nothing and rolled over. Then I heard the noise again. It was coming from downstairs and sounded like something was rattling around and banging into things. I decided I'd better check it out, so I slipped out of bed, pulled my PJ bottoms back on, and went to investigate.

I have heard the expression, "Today is a day I shouldn't have bothered to get out of bed" before and never really understood what it meant. Now, I know. It means that you get out of bed, leaving your warm and sexy boyfriend behind, and go downstairs to investigate a noise. It means that you realize that the noise is coming from outside, so you go and peer through the window, only to find someone staring back at you.

I yelped and fell backwards, half thinking that it was an axe murderer and half recognizing that it wasn't. Then, a voice confirmed my worst fears. "Warren, it's Logan. Open the door."

Logan.

A thousand questions went through my brain and I just lay on the floor of the kitchen until he repeated himself, "Open the door, unless you want me to break it down."

He was pissed. Really, really pissed.

Numbly, I went and disarmed the security code and let him in. He stepped inside, looked me over, sniffed and then narrowed his eyes. "I guess I don't need to ask what you've been doing."

I was mortified. "Logan, I …."

"Save it." Logan shut the door harder than necessary and the house shook. "Where's Yuuta? And don't bother telling me he isn't here. I can smell him all over you."

So, I'd only thought I was mortified before. Weakly, I pointed in the direction of the bedroom and Logan nodded. He reached out, grabbed my arm and propelled me up the stairs.

I'm an X-man. I've been trained on what to do and how to think in these circumstances. Instead, all I could do was concentrate on not tripping over my own feet. When we reached the landing, though, I lost my inhibitions, and turned.

"Logan, wait."

"No." He pushed, but I pushed back.

"Yes. I know you're mad, but …."

"Mad? I'd be mad if you'd missed curfew by a few hours. I'd be mad if you fudged the truth to make something sound better than it should. I'd be mad if I'd missed part of the hockey game to go and pick you up from the mall because you missed the bus. Instead, you lied to us, snuck away with the intention of being gone for a full day, and caused most of the staff to stay awake all night worrying, until the Professor located you on Cerebro. Also, we weren't actually positive that you and Yuuta were together at first. You have caused an unbelievable amount of worry. So, I'm not mad, Warren."

He still sounded mad and I just stared at him, blankly. Then he finished, "I'm so angry I can barely see straight."

I guess that put it into perspective for me. Meekly, I let him push me into the bedroom. Yuuta must have woken up when he heard Logan's tirade, because he had a sort of panicky look on his face. He was sitting in the middle of the bed, covered up, and Logan stared at him for a long minute.

"How's the photo shoot? I didn't realize it was for a porn magazine."

I'm pretty sure I was scarlet. Yuuta flushed, but I have to give him credit. His voice wasn't shaking. "It's fine. Let Warren go."

They locked eyes and then Logan lifted his hand and tapped the side of his head. "The Professor put a barrier in, brat. Your powers won't work on me."

He dragged me over to the bench that sat at the foot of the bed and sat down, yanking me over his knees as he went. "Logan, wait." I panicked and tried to get away. I'm stronger than I look, and the wings are a definite advantage in that sort of fight, but Logan has adamantium bones and was pissed. Really pissed.

He finally had me pinned and then he yanked down my bottoms and proceeded to deliver what may be the worst spanking I've ever gotten. I tried to be stoic, but he was spanking hard and fast.

Worst of all, Yuuta could see the entire thing.

Now, I was actually, really, and truly mortified.

I broke down and started crying, just wanting it to end. By the time it did, I was a mess. Logan stopped whaling on my backside long enough to heft me to my feet and get to his own. I yanked my pajama bottoms up, crying again as the fabric hit my abused backside and wiped my eyes.

Logan was already descending on Yuuta, who didn't resist at all. He was already crying. Logan didn't bother moving back to the trunk, just sat on the bed and yanked Yuuta over his lap. He didn't have to bother with clothes, since Yuuta hadn't had a chance to get redressed.

Before Logan did anything, he growled. "You lied to me, Yuuta. I don't like being lied to." Then he lit into him. It's hard to judge, but if Logan was pissed at me, he was livid at Yuuta.

As awful as it was to be the one getting spanked, in some ways it was worse to watch Yuuta be punished. He didn't struggle, either because he knew there was no point or because he felt guilty after watching me catch it.

Logan spanked hard and fast, same as he had with me, but it was really strange to watch my boyfriend get spanked. I hated watching Logan put his hands on him at all. After the previous night, it just felt so wrong, but there was nothing I could do. I ached to try and comfort Yuuta, though.

After an eternity, Logan stopped. He helped Yuuta stand, and then threw his pajama bottoms at him. "Get dressed, both of you. We're leaving in twenty minutes."

Yuuta pulled his pants on, but he didn't look at me and I finally couldn't stand it anymore. I went to go and hug him. Logan watched, completely stone-faced. After a minute, Yuuta hugged me back and I kissed him; nothing too much, just a bit to let him know that I still loved him.

"Fifteen minutes," Logan commented and I nearly turned to tell him what he could do with his watch, but Yuuta tightened his grip on my waist. "It's not worth it. Just get dressed."

He was right and I did. Fifteen minutes later, I keyed in the code to the security system and that's when a problem became apparent. "Logan, what about my car?"

"What about it?" Logan asked, pushing us both towards the car he'd arrived in.

"I don't want to leave it."

"Not my problem."

"How am I supposed to get it back?"

"You can take that up with your old man. He's going to be waiting for you when we get back."

"What?!" I stopped short and Logan pushed me towards the van again.

"He called for you last night. That's how we knew you weren't where you were supposed to be. He was understandably worried, so we called Yuuta to see if he knew where you were."

"Our phones didn't ring,” Yuuta protested.

"No cell service here." Logan waited until we were both inside the backseat of the car, sitting uncomfortably and fidgeting. It had been a fun and long drive there, and it promised to be a torturous and long drive back.

Plus, when I got back, my father would be there.

I dropped my head against the window and just prayed for it to be over. Yuuta reached over and took my hand, trying to comfort me, but Logan had one more announcement. "Yuuta, when we get back, you can either see the Professor or me about trying to use your powers on me back there."

"That's not fair!" Yuuta and I both spoke at the same time. I added, "Logan, you already spanked him."

"Yep. For sneaking off and lying. If you think I'm gonna forget that power trick, you're crazy."

The rest of the trip was absolutely silent. As for what happened when we got back, I'll have to tell you later. I honestly don't have the heart right now.

Warren

--

Both Warren and I felt a surge of dread when we arrived at school and saw Mr. Worthington’s car in the driveway. I squeezed his hand encouragingly, although I was feeling pretty devoid of hope myself.

Logan opened the front door for us so that we ‘prisoners’ could precede him inside. Of course, Professor Xavier had anticipated our arrival and was waiting in foyer, Mr. Worthington at his side.

“Warren, Yuuta,” the Professor said. “Welcome home.”

I gave him a decidedly unfriendly look before daring to glance in Mr. Worthington’s direction. I didn’t care what Logan or the Professor thought of me, but I WAS worried about this man’s opinion. Did he think I was some kind of slut out to ruin his son’s reputation?

But Mr. Worthington only had eyes for Warren. “You and I have to talk. Now.”

Warren nodded resignedly, gave my hand one last squeeze, and headed for the living room with his father.

“Yuuta,” Professor Xavier’s voice made my attention snap back to him. “Logan said that one of us would be speaking with you upon your return. It’s your choice.”

There WAS no choice. I’d spent far too long in Logan’s presence already. And maybe, just maybe, when the Professor said ‘speaking’, that’s what he meant. I already knew from painful experience that Logan did his talking with his hands. “I’ll go with you.”

“Come along, then.” The Professor began rolling away toward his office. I followed, but not before glancing longingly back toward the living room. It was hard to care entirely what was going on with me when Warren’s father might even now be forbidding him from ever seeing me again.

Once the office door shut behind us, Professor Xavier went around his desk and regarded me seriously from the other side. “I’m sure Logan already talked to you about sneaking off and lying, so I won’t get into that again. This is about your trying to use your power on Logan to get out of trouble.”

“How did you even know about that?” I asked.

“I’m the one who put the barrier in Logan’s mind, so when your power challenged mine, I knew.” He steepled his fingers. “Besides, Logan told me on the way home. I AM a mindreader, you know.”

I pouted. “I didn’t see any choice. He was manhandling Warren, and was so angry that we were afraid of him.”

“Plus if you had been successful, you and Warren might have gotten away with all of it?” He shook his head. “It was too late for that, Yuuta. You must have known that if Logan was there you had already been discovered and the jig was up, so to speak. All you did with your foolish attempt to use your power was to bring more punishment upon yourself.” He pulled a flat wooden ruler out of his desk drawer. “Drop your pants and bend over the desk.”

I felt faint. “Professor … no … I’ve already been spanked by Logan –“

“For lying and sneaking around,” he said seriously. “You know very well, Yuuta, that your power especially is never to be abused and to attempt to use it on an instructor of this school is unforgivable. Now do as I say.”

I felt a pair of hot tears track down my cheeks as I unfastened my pants and pushed them down. My bottom was already so sore from Logan’s brutality – I couldn’t imagine what that ruler would do to it.

I’d left my underwear on, but the Professor was having none of that, and pulled them down himself as soon as he came to my side of the desk. I was gripping the far edge, trying to steel myself, when the first crack resonated through the room and exploded across my sensitive skin.

Maybe all Professor Xavier did was sit behind that desk all day, but his arms were strong, and he landed every blow of the ruler with purpose. I couldn’t keep quiet, and was soon crying out with each strike. I also couldn’t keep still, shifting from one foot to the other, trying desperately to escape the increasing agony while my fingers dug into the desk. I’ll be surprised if I didn’t leave marks in the wood, and I KNOW there were marks left on my backside.

“All right, Yuuta,” the Professor said about two years later. I was caught between helpless sobbing and trying hard NOT to sob, so my breath was hitching and I looked and felt completely wretched. I didn’t even want Warren there to comfort me at that moment; I just wanted to be alone. I got dressed and headed for the door.

“Yuuta, wait,” the Professor said kindly. “I’d like to talk about this. To help you understand that we’re not trying to be cruel. We care about you and we worry –“

My temper flared one last time, drying my eyes and putting a spark in them at the same time. I turned at the door and glared back at him. “I would say that I appreciate your concern, Professor Xavier, but as a psychic you would know that I was lying.”

I left.

Despite how it ended and how the adults might wish it, I don’t regret anything I did. I still love Warren – even more so now. My only hope is that his father will still allow us to see each other because I don’t think I could stand it if he doesn’t.

Yuuta

--

I'm guessing most of you are as sick of hearing about this as we are about talking about it. But I need to finish and tell you what happened with my father.

The moment we walked in the door, I could tell he was furious. He's been mad at
me before - I'm hardly a saint, but I don't think he's ever scared me before and I was afraid of him in that moment. I wasn't afraid that he was going to hurt me - though I had no doubt he fully intended to spank me again - I was afraid he was going to forbid me to see Yuuta again.

We went into the living room, which was deserted. I guess everyone knows how to make themselves scarce when there are angry adults on the warpath. I shut the door and waited for him to start yelling.

He didn't. He pointed at the sofa. "Sit down."

I hesitated. "I'd rather stand."

He crossed over to me in two strides and whirled me around and whacked hard a
half-dozen times. "I said sit down!"

I sat.

Then he just stared at me. Finally, he sat down on the chair across from me. "I'm going to do some talking, Warren. You do not interrupt me. You do not offer me excuses. You *listen* until I tell you that you may speak. Is that clear?"

I wasn't sure if I should answer or not, but I decided to risk it. "Yes, sir."

"I do not know what has gotten into you lately. You have turned into a sneak. You sneak money. You sneak around. You sneak off. You involve Yuuta." He leaned forward suddenly and I flinched back. "Do you have any idea how afraid I was when you were missing yesterday? It's a good thing you at least lied and said you would be with me. That way I knew you were just being a sneak again."

I swallowed and my eyes filled with tears.

"I did not raise my son to be a sneak, Warren. I raised you to be a Worthington. To be proud of yourself and to earn respect and you have done none of that lately. I am ashamed of you and I am disappointed in you. And I am very angry with you."

I rubbed my eyes and face, openly crying now, but I didn't say a word because
I'd been told not to.

"I don't know what to think." My dad leaned back in his chair, but he didn't look any more relaxed. "I'm contemplating pulling you out of this school."

I choked, but didn't say anything.

"Or maybe I should just forbid you to see Yuuta anymore."

I couldn't help it, I stood up. "Dad, please..."

"Sit down, Warren. Be quiet." His voice was like steel and I obeyed, begging
him with my eyes to let me talk. He didn't.

"I want to make something very clear to you, young man. If you step out of line
one more time, I *will* take you out of this school and you will *not* be allowed to date Yuuta again. Now, do you have something to say for yourself?"

I cleared my throat. "No, sir. But I do have something to say on Yuuta's behalf. It wasn't his fault that we snuck away - at least not totally. It was both of our decisions, but I was the one who came up with the plan."

"I figured as much." Dad rubbed his eyes. "Especially since you ended up at the cabin."

There was an uncomfortable silence and then I spoke again. "Also, I want to say
that I'm sorry. I'm..." My voice broke and it took me a minute to be able to keep going. "I'm sorry that I've disappointed you."

"So am I."

"I don't want you to be ashamed of me." I started really crying here and the next thing I know, my dad was sitting next to me, and hugging me as best he could with the wings in the way.

"Then you need to start making decisions you can be proud of,” he whispered
into my hair. For a long time, he just held me. Then he cleared his throat.
"Warren, I'm going to spank you."

"Yes, sir. I know." I was pretty miserable, but I felt a little better after he'd hugged me. Still, I had to know. "Dad, you're not ... not forbidding me to ... see Yuuta, are you? I love him. I know we're young, but I do love him."

Dad shook his head, smiling a bit. "Is he worth all this trouble?"

"Yes. And ten times as much," I answered honestly, even though I was afraid it
would make him mad.

"He'd better be. Now, get over my lap, and lose the jeans."

"Can you just let me bend over the chair?"

"No, I don't think so. You see, you're making adult decisions, Warren. Sex - it's an adult decision. And you're still a boy. I think I'd better remind you of that."

If he was trying to embarrass me, it worked, but I obeyed without anymore protests. Once I was situated, I expected him to get started. Instead, he hissed. "Logan did this?"

"Yeah."

"It looks like it hurts."

"It does,” I answered, hoping he might have sympathy.

"Too bad." So much for that. He started spanking, slow and steady, but not
particularly hard. If it had been only a score or so of whacks, I might have been fine. Instead, he took his time, and was *very* thorough. I think he may have used a blowtorch, too, but damn it hurt.

I was a mess by the time he was done. I also couldn't decide if I wanted him to hug me or just leave me alone and it took a minute - complete with me hopping
around - before he could grab me and pull me into a hug. I sobbed, but it was
still more emotional drain than anything else.

Finally I managed to ask again. "Dad, Yuuta?"

"Warren, you don't want to ask me that right now. I'm trying very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I'm inclined to tell you that you should stop seeing him."

I yanked away, ready to protest and start fighting, but he pulled me close again.

"I won't, though. Not yet. I don't blame Yuuta for your bad decisions; I blame *you* and if you can show me that you're capable of making good decisions, then I won't forbid it."

"What does that mean?" I finally managed to pull my clothes straight and he shook his head.

"Consider yourself on probation, Warren. One step out of line - one toe – and I'll bring it crashing down on your head. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Until then, you can keep seeing Yuuta, but I would strongly suggest that you
spend less time dating, and more time getting your life together."

So ... it wasn't the best case scenario, but it also wasn't the worst.

Honestly, I feel horrible for Yuuta. It sucks being stuck in limbo, I know, but it wasn't even his fault. It's mine.

I'm sorry again, Yuuta, but thank you for understanding and for being there for me. I do love you, more every day.

Warren

--

(2009)

X-Men belongs to Marvel

Sprefvent - Compilation 68 (Crossover)

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 01:50:09 GMT

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. Since the Sept 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from Koishite Akuma, Kamen Rider W, and RL performers. Same-sex relationships may be included, ages are altered; nothing is necessarily canon. 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.

Sprefvent - Compilation 68

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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I normally wouldn't voluntarily confess anything to Kaito – I mean, why bother? I’m not used to him being a real disciplinarian to me. I'd say that my private business has never been his business, but he always made it so, just for the hell of it. But still, before I came here, he only ever hit me once (back-handing me across the face, because he was frustrated that I was starving myself to death.)

However, that last incident after moving here where I was late and he spanked me changed everything. I could no longer assume Kaito would overlook everything I do. I figured that would be especially unlikely if I went up to him and forced him to take notice, which is what I now had to do. Everyone else was going to their own adults about what happened when we went poltergeist-hunting with the Winchester boys (such as wrecking parts of the house, nearly losing Philippe to the ghost, etc.) and that meant I had to go through with this.

"Hey, Kaito," I started.

"Can you hear Mr. Winchester shouting?" he interrupted in amusement.

"Of course, I can. I've got vampire hearing, too, you know. Listen, about that….”

"It sounds like the boys are in big trouble," he remarked.

"I know," I said, trying not to sound annoyed. "I was there."

Now he looked at me curiously. "Where?"

I took a deep breath, although I don't always need to breathe. "I was with them when they got in trouble. I mean, I was a part of it."

He raised a slow eyebrow. "Tell me."

We went to my room, and I did, the whole story (leaving names out of it.) "I was just as involved as the Winchesters," I concluded.

"So you were," he agreed, then leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. "The nice thing about being a vampire is that you can't be killed. But of course, the other children who were with you could've been, and then there's the matter of the vandalism. Not to mention all of you doing something that you knew Mr. Winchester would have forbidden."

"Yes, yes, and yes.” Nerves were getting to me and I was unable now to keep that edge of annoyance from my voice. "Are you going to punish me or not?"

He laughed. "Are you asking for punishment, Ruka?"

Oh, hell. "I'm not asking anything!" I snapped, although I just had. "I'm just telling you what happened."

"And leaving me to decide, hm? Well, I suppose that IS my job as a responsible guardian." He sat up straighter and looked up at me, all trace of humour gone. "Kuromiya Ruka, I sentence you to a long, hard spanking, bare-bottomed, over my lap. Now."

Yeah, being a good guy sucks, but fair is fair. I already knew the Winchesters wouldn't get out of this unscathed, so why should I? Still, as I lay half-naked over Kaito's knees, with him whaling on my exposed rear end, I kind of wished I wasn't so honourable.

I was hurting a lot when I finally got up. I lifted a hand to brush a bit of hair from my eyes and was shocked to feel wetness on my cheek. Had I actually been crying?

Kato stood and put a hand on my shoulder. "Are you all right?"

I gave him an incredulous look. " I just got spanked, Kaito!"

His eyes met mine. "That's not what's bothering you."

I looked away. "When one of us was taken by the ghost, I thought it would kill him. I feel guilty for helping encourage everyone."

The hand on my shoulder patted it. "You don't have to feel guilty anymore —that's what the punishment was for. But," he added, "You could apologize to your friends, and to Mr. Winchester for knowingly breaking his rules."

I already know you guys wouldn't want an apology; we were all in this together and all that.

"My friends are probably busy with their own adults," I said. "We all knew what we were getting into." I shuddered. "And I don't really want to go anywhere near Mr. Winchester when he's in a foul mood."

"Did you think this was a suggestion?" Kaito asked. He began steering me toward the door.

So we went looking for Mr. Winchester, and found him in the living room alone. I hoped Sam and Dean were okay, but didn't think that was very likely.

"Winchester-san," Kaito said, "Ruka has something he would like to say."

Mr. Winchester looked at me. "Yes, Ruka?"

"I, uh, I'm sorry about my part in what happened. For going there despite knowing you'd never allow it." Kaito concluded my speech by shoving my head down into a bow. My humiliation was complete.

"I appreciate the apology, Ruka," Mr. Winchester said. "And I apologize to you for my sons’ thoughtlessness at involving all of you. Things could have gotten much worse there."

"We all took our own chances," I said firmly. " I don't blame Sam and Dean at all."

And I meant that, so don’t you guys go blaming yourselves (yeah, I know, I admitted to guilt of my own, but if my punishment was supposed to absolve all that, and so was yours.)

Ruka

--

As you well know, after the poltergeist incident, it was mutually agreed that we would tell our adults what happened. As you also know, I have no adult of my own here.

I decided to call Shotaro. He supposed to be an adult, although our relationship is not parent-child – we’re partners. But going to anyone else felt extremely strange. I guess I just didn’t feel I knew the adults here well enough yet to trust them in this situation.

After we exchanged greetings and he'd updated me on a couple of our latest cases, I got down to the point of my call.

"Shotaro," I began, "a few of the kids and I did something yesterday —"

"Ah, you're making friends and participating in normal teenage activities, good!"

"You’re not only half-boiled, you're only half-right," I teased. "This activity was anything but normal." I went on to tell him everything that happened last night.

"Well," he said slowly, "that was quite an adventure."

"Yes, being kidnapped by a ghost was unlike fighting the Duponts. This ghost didn't have a physical body I could attack, and yet it could attack US."

"It sounds like dangerous business for a bunch of inexperienced kids to be up to."

I was somewhat affronted by that. "The Winchesters are most certainly NOT inexperienced. They know what they're doing in these matters as much as we do with the Duponts."

"Then why did Sam and Dean know before they even started that their father wouldn't approve? He must reason to think it wouldn't be a good idea and look! He was right!"

"Very amusing," I said dryly, then sighed. "Anyway, after what happened, the boys decided that they would confess to their father."

"Before he found out from the homeowners, you mean."

"Well, yes. And it only seemed fair that we all confess as well."

" I see. So who did you confess to?"

I facedpalmed. Shotaro is actually a decent detective, but sometimes clueless about obvious things.

"No one. I called you."

"Oh!"

There was silence while he mulled that over and I began feeling like an idiot. It was not a feeling I was familiar with.

"I should go now," I stated finally and went to hang up.

"No, wait!" he said, then paused. "Philippe, I think I may have made a mistake in sending you there."

I nearly dropped the phone. "What?!"

"I thought it would be best for both safety’s sake and so that you would get to mingle with other kids," he said with a sigh. "But it's clear that you still feel something missing. There’s no guardian there that you feel close to."

It was as I’d suspected. It was true that there was no bond between myself or any of the adults at the school, unless you want to count how I’d angered Logan with the whole ‘skunk bear’ thing or Lensherr-sensei by grabbing him to keep him from erasing my research. That wasn't the same thing at all. The other kids – at least the ones involved in the ghost raid — all had adults who loved them enough to set boundaries.

"There's only one adult I’m close to," I said softly. "He's a great partner, but I'm not so sure about his parenting skills."

"Oiy!" Shotaro protested. "I'd make a better parent for you than anyone! Don't I know you better than anybody else? Aren't I used to your cheeky, know-it-all comments and understand what you really mean?"

"I DO know it all," I said, calmly, but with a smile he couldn't see. "And yes, you understand me. But you're right about my being with the other kids, Shotaro. I have friends my own age now, and I'm learning what kids do for fun."

"Yeah, disobey their parents," he chuckled ruefully.

"Isn't there a solution that doesn't involve my having to leave?"

Another pause. "Maybe. I’ll talk to Professor Xavier about it. In the meantime, try not to get into any more trouble."

Then he was gone. I felt uneasy and somewhat dissatisfied. I didn't seem any closer to solving my problem of having an adult to go to than I did before.

In the next hour or so, I read Ruka's account of how things had gone with Kaito, and was going downstairs when Mr. Winchester met me at the bottom. "Philippe, can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure." I followed him to the living room and sat down. I hoped I didn’t look as uneasy as I felt, knowing from the tell-tale sounds earlier how he’d punished his sons. I glanced at the belt and wondered how much it would hurt.

"The boys told me what happened. Are you all right after your supernatural experience?"

He looked genuinely concerned, so I thought about my answer carefully. "It was interesting," I admitted. "I'm used to fighting ugly monsters, but not ghosts. You have my utmost respect for doing battle with forces that are so unpredictable."

He gave me a direct look. "That's exactly why the boys shouldn't have involved any of you. It's hard enough watching your own back without having others at risk."

"We talked them into it, and for that I apologize." I stood up and bowed.

"I appreciate that, but right now I'm mostly concerned about your state of mind. Most people don't have such an easy time of it after being kidnapped by a ghost."

"I'm okay, really," I assured him. "It was good for my research."

I think Winchester-san was now convinced I was lacking in basic common sense, but I couldn't finish our conversation because at that moment a familiar voice from the doorway said, "Philippe."

I spun around in surprise. "Shotaro!"

He stepped forward and tipped his hat to Mr. Winchester. "You must be John Winchester. I'm Hidari Shotaro, Philippe's guardian."

"My WHAT?!" I exclaimed as the two of them shook hands. "What happened to 'partner'?!"

He grinned at me. "We'll always be partners, but now I'm also your guardian. Professor Xavier and I talked it over and I'm going to be joining the staff here."

"WHAT?!" That seem to be my new favourite word. "What can YOU teach anybody?"

"Sleuthing techniques, of course," he said with a wink. "I'm sure there's plenty that a hard-boiled detective such as myself can teach those kids that will help them in fighting crime." He threw an arm around my shoulders. "Naturally, I’ll move the agency here – the professor says there's plenty of space underground for our vehicles, and you can set up more whiteboards down there like at home."

"But why?" I asked in confusion.

His smile was understanding now. "You said it yourself, Philippe; I'm the only adult you're close to. For you to really get the ‘normal teenager’ experience I want you to have here, you need a guardian who loves you to rely on. Who else could that be but me? We’re each other’s only family."

"Shotaro …." It was just his name, but I'm sure he could tell how I felt from the way I said it.

He ruffled my hair, then turned back to Mr. Winchester. "I'm sorry about Philippe's part in interfering with your job. He'll be appropriately punished."

"WHAT?!" There was that word again, only this time it came out as a squeak.

"I'm just glad we didn't lose him, because it could easily have happened that way," Mr. Winchester said seriously.

"I know," Shotaro answered in a sober tone. "I don't know what I would've done if that happened." He patted my shoulder. "Come on, Philippe. Let's go to your room."

We went up and I closed the door behind us, leaning back against it and folding my arms. "Shotaro, you're not serious about punishing me, are you? What would you know about discipline? Of ANY kind."

"Ha ha," he replied dryly. "Very funny. I may not know anything about discipline, but I know about you." He sat back on my bed and put his hands behind his head. "You called me because you wanted someone who cared about you to be here for you in all respects, even the unpleasant ones. Right?"

"Yeesssss," I said slowly. I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going.

"Then let's get to it," he answered and sat up. "As punishment for encouraging the Winchesters to do something wrong as well as putting yourself in danger unnecessarily, you are forbidden from accessing the World Library for a week."

"WHAT?!" (ah, good old 'what', – what would I do without you?) "But, but, but …!”

"Of course, we'll have to make an exception if we absolutely need it for a case," he continued. "But otherwise, NO access. I’ll have to trust you, since the Library is in your head, but I'm serious. No access, or I'll have to take stricter methods." He gazed at me pointedly. “Professor Xavier told me how Winchester-san punished his sons. Consider yourself lucky, Philippe.”

I held up my hands. "Okay, okay! I get it, no accessing the Library!"

He smiled. "Glad we understand each other, Aibou."

That means ‘partner.' I'm not sure how it happened, but it seems I've now got what I felt I was lacking. And I'm happy for it, really I am.

I think.

Philippe

--

End of Part 68

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

Sprefvent - Compilation 67 (Crossover)

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 19:07:57 GMT

Sprefvent - Compilation 66 (Crossover)

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 23:33:08 GMT

Sprefvent - Compilation 65 (Crossover)

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 22:57:36 GMT

Reasons (Koishite Akuma)

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:54:51 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ.

Reasons (Koishite Akuma)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Ruka could come up with a million reasons not to drink Makoto’s blood. Being a vampire, for want of a less pun-ish word, sucked. Yes, immortality sounded romantic to those who didn’t know better, but it was a cold, empty reality. All a vampire lived for was to feed on those whose lives really WERE worth living.

It didn’t matter that Kaito was furious and frustrated with him. It didn’t matter that Makoto herself begged him to do it. It didn’t even matter that the reason why they were both so desperate was because not drinking her blood meant he would soon give up his own life.

There really were a million reasons, but Ruka only needed one; he loved her too much to condemn her to this interminable, selfish existence.

--

(2009)

Theme: Hopes and Dreams
Prompt: Author's choice, author's choice, a million reasons not to

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

Unfeeling Animal (Sailormoon SS)

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 23:50:41 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ

Unfeeling Animal (Sailormoon SS)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Pouring rain tracked down Fish Eye’s face in rivulets, but he barely noticed.

He couldn’t remember a time when he, Tiger Eye, and Hawk Eye weren’t part of the Dead Moon Circus. Performing their tricks, hearing the applause, taking bows – it was exciting and inspired them to work harder to gain even more skills.

But Zirconia had led them down the path of evil. Peering into others’ Dream Mirrors to hunt for Pegasus had seemed fun at first, but had led him to a terrible discovery. He and his friends weren’t actually human at all, but animals, transformed by magic. And if Zirconia chose to remove that magic as she threatened to do, they would be animals once more. So they did as she asked, even knowing it was wrong.

On top of that, finding out that Mamoru could never love him made his misery complete.

Performing in the circus would never be fun again, and as his lack of Dream Mirror had proven, he had no dreams to hope for. Maybe changing back into his original form of a fish wouldn’t be so bad after all. He could splash and swim and spawn or whatever fish did all day. A fish wouldn’t have to hurt others to survive, and it wouldn’t care about not having a boyfriend.

Most of all, a fish wouldn’t feel this crushing pain of despair.

--

Theme: Song lyrics
Prompt: Anime, author’s choice, The Animal Song by Savage Garden

(2009)

Sailormoon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.

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Love Forgotten (Kamen Rider Den-O)

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 15:37:05 GMT

Love Forgotten (Kamen Rider Den-O)

Written for comment_fic on LJ.

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Sakurai Yuuto added more sugar to the coffee, then a little more. He glanced toward the owner of the Milk Dipper; his lost fiancée, Airi. She hummed to herself as she ground more coffee beans, a blissful, somewhat vacant smile on her pretty face. She wasn’t the same since losing her memories of the older Sakurai, the man who was Yuuto’s future self.

It was beyond strange for Yuuto to be near Airi as a teenager now, unable to tell her that she had been engaged to his older personage, but that he’d sacrificed her memories of him to save their child from Kai and the Imagin. The more Yuuto rode the train Zeroliner through time, fighting to protect those timelines the Imagin would destroy, the more everyone forgot the older Sakurai until he ceased to exist for them. He would never get to marry Airi, but at least she and Hana would be safe, even if she didn’t remember having his daughter, either.

Still, despite his sacrifices, Yuuto was able to be here with her now, even if it was only as a customer and her brother, Ryotaro’s, acquaintance. The memory was a variable thing, and he could not help but hold onto a thread of hope that someday she may yet remember the man she’d loved in the past that was lost.

--

(2009)

Theme: Movies
Prompt: Author’s choice, author’s choice. The Time Traveller’s Wife

Kamen Rider Den-O belongs to Shotaro Ishinomori.

This fic is not to be reposted.

Helpless (Koishite Akuma)

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:16:32 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ.

Helpless (Koishite Akuma)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

How many more times was he going to have to do this? Kaito wondered as he once again swooped down to lift Ruka into his arms. The boy was unconscious – his body weakening more and more as the moon continued waxing. If he did not drink human blood before the moon was full, he would die. There was very little time left.

Stupid, stupid boy! All of this needless suffering because he couldn't bring himself to bite his destined woman, even though she would probably welcome it. After all, she was already in her mid-twenties, not getting any younger, while Ruka still looked the same as when they dated in high school ten years earlier. She'd have to be stupid herself not to accept the opportunity. If only he would offer it!

Kaito travelled home with Ruka, dissolving then reforming back in his own room. He lay the boy down and touched his hair with a sigh that was part frustration and part regret. Had he made this fledgling vampire just to see him slowly commit suicide over useless emotion? No.

But there didn't seem to be anything he could do to stop it.

--

(2009)

Theme: Country and Western songs
Prompt: Author's choice, author's choice, ‘Gettin' You Home’ - Chris Young

No characters here are mine.

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Bad Guys Wear White (Garo)

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:14:36 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ.

Bad Guys Wear White (Garo)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Suzumura Rei knew that good guys did not always wear white.

The Makai Knight known as Garo was supposed to be a hero. That ideal of Garo had been one that Rei, as a Makai Knight himself, always aspired to.

That all changed the night he saw that armoured bastard slay his beloved Shizuku in cold blood. Since then, Rei wore Shizuku’s dreamcatcher emblem stitched on the back of his ankle-length ebony coat as both a memorial and a pledge.

In the meantime, the man called Saejima Kouga, wearing an equally long leather coat in white, continued to sully the Garo title. Now he was using an innocent girl, one touched by Horror blood and so doomed to eventually die in agony, as bait for other Horrors. It was despicable, and Rei vowed not only to cut down the man who’d killed Shizuku, but to end that poor victim’s life as swiftly and humanely as possible.

Saejima Kouga could wear pristine white if he wanted to, but the Makai Knight in black knew better.

--

(2009)

Theme: Country and Western songs
Prompt: Author's choice, author's choice, ‘The Man in Black’ – Johnny Cash

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

Koishite Akuma/Vampire Boy - Links!

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 18:03:45 GMT

The previous fic was written for this fantastic series that I recommend to anyone who loves romance and vampires! The official page is here (it looks like there are only going to be ten episodes, so it won't take long to collect.)

You can find episodes subbed

or if you're like us and can't wait, raw

As a bonus, here's a music video for the end theme, sung by Nakayama Yuma who plays Ruka.

I haven't been rooting for a het couple so hard since Rio and Mele. XD

*EDIT* Timeless Subs moved their upload site so I've changed the link accordingly.

Memories in the Sand (Koishite Akuma/'Vampire Boy')

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 16:49:49 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ.

Memories in the Sand (Koishite Akuma)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Makoto had taken off her shoes to walk along the beach. The ocean breeze rustling her hair and the scent of the salt air brought back memories. She closed her eyes and saw herself and Ayumu playing in the waves, splashing each other and laughing.

Pausing at the water's edge, she crouched down and used her index finger to write the characters for her name in the wet, dark sand. The last time she had done this was in high school, with Ayumu by her side, writing his own name. Ten years had passed since Ayumu died. Makoto would not see his name written next to hers again.

Another hand came into view, and new characters spelled a different name – Ruka.

She turned to smile into the eternally-youthful face of her first love. No longer Ayumu, he had a new identity as one of the students she now taught at school.

Ten years had changed more than just his name, but Makoto knew she had changed, too. Life, like the shoreline, was always changing, but human beings – and certain vampires – could be adaptable.

Makoto held out her hand and Ruka accepted it with a smile of his own. They continued strolling along the beach as a new wave filled the characters they had left in the sand.

--

(2009)

Prompt: author's choice, author's choice, wet dark sand where the waves hit the shore

No characters here are mine.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

Served (Prince of Tennis)

Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:35:26 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ.

Served (Prince of Tennis)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

"Come on, Echizen! Let's see your best serve!"

"I don't know, Horio .…"

"It's okay!" the seventh-grader with the unibrow said confidently as he shouldered his racket. "It's not like it'll get by me, anyway. After all, I have two years of tennis experience!"

"Fsshuu.” Walking by the public court, Kaidoh sneered as he heard the grating voice of the kid who never seemed to shut up. It was especially annoying as he was trying to hear Inui read the new training menu from his clipboard.

"Then we'll finish with a -- Kaidoh, are you listening?" Inui followed Kaidoh's gaze toward the court. He recognized Horio; at practice, he had been picking up balls with the other freshmen and liked to hear himself talk. But who was the other boy?

"Well," the little stranger was saying uncertainly, "if you're really sure …."

They watched as he bounced the ball a couple of times, then tossed it into the air. What happened next made Inui drop his clipboard and Kaidoh drop his jaw.

Horio just dropped.

"Oh my gosh, Horio, are you okay?!" the newcomer ran to the net, peering anxiously at his prone opponent. Little tennis balls danced a circle above Horio’s head.

"What … What WAS that, Inui-senpai?” Kaidoh murmured.

"A twist serve," Inui replied in awe. "I've never seen a freshman do that before. Come on!"

They approached the younger boy. "Excuse me," Inui said, "what’s your name?"

He ducked his head, shuffling his feet uneasily. "Echizen Ryoma." He looked up quickly. "I didn't mean for it to actually hit him! My serve just DOES that!"

Kaidoh prodded Horio with the toe of his sneaker while Inui patted Ryoma’s shoulder. "Don’t worry, Echizen,” the data expert said, smiling as light glinted off his glasses. "Come to practice tomorrow and show the rest of the team that serve. I think everyone will be pleasantly surprised."

--

(2009)

Prompt: Prince of Tennis, Ryoma, he tries not to stand out but one (or some) of the Regulars notices his talent anyway.

Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

This fic is not to be re-posted.

Sorry for the long absence -- I was busy redecorating over vacation, then Hurricane Bill hit us, and now Tropical Storm Danny is coming ... what a month!

Their Song (Kamen Rider Kiba)

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 14:46:58 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ

Their Song (Kamen Rider Kiba)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Jiro was enjoying a well-brewed coffee when Riki came to him in distress. Of course, where Riki was concerned, the signs of distress were very subtle. The Franken stood in the doorway looking the same as always, save for an almost imperceptible twitch of an eyebrow.

“What’s the matter, Riki?” the Wolfen asked his friend.

“I think you should come,” Riki said, his tone characteristically slow and even. “Ramon is having a fit.”

Jiro frowned. Ramon may have been in the guise of a 13-year-old boy, but he was actually 127 years old, and generally cheerful. He wasn’t prone to throwing tantrums, so what kind of ‘fit’ could Riki be talking about? He stood up to follow the other man.

He heard music playing before they actually reached Ramon – it sounded like the 1960’s station on the radio. When he finally saw the Merman, he realized that what Riki had mistaken for a fit was actually Ramon dancing to the music.

“Oh, hi guys!” Ramon grinned when he saw them. “Listen to this song; isn’t it great?” He leaped over to turn up the volume and the music and lyrics filled the room:

“They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash.”

The two adults looked at Ramon, who was beaming excitedly. “It’s perfect for us, don’t you think? We’re all monsters, right?”

Jiro and Riki looked at each other. It was true; the three of them were the last of their kind, three different species of monster. But as for that song –

“Come on, dance with me!” Ramon grabbed them both and pulled them into the room, then resumed bouncing happily to the beat. Riki made an effort in his own way, accidentally doing a pretty good Robot, while Jiro gave in and joined them, a tolerant smirk on his face. The catchy tune surrounded them and before long the Wolfen, Franken, and Mermaid were all laughing and doing the most appropriately named dance for them as could be.

--

(2009)

Prompt: Monster Mash

Kamen Rider Kiba belongs to Shotaro Ishinomori

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Steam (Samurai Sentai Shinkenger)

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 21:40:50 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ (join us!)

Note: M/M relationships

Steam (Samurai Sentai Shinkenger)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Takeru lay on his futon, waiting. He had no doubt that the person who would share his sleeping space that night would not be late.

Sure enough, the door slid open briefly, then closed again. He didn't get a look at the one who had entered, but felt him approach his side and kneel respectfully.

"Ryunosuke," he said, finally turning his head to see the beautiful Samurai in the dancing shadow of candlelight. "As expected, you're right on time." Takeru pulled back the covers. "Join me," he invited.

Ryunosuke slipped in with him and Takeru drew the quilt back over them both. "Are you sure about this?" he asked the Kabuki actor.

"I was raised to obey my Lord in all things," Ryunosuke answered dutifully. "If you require this of me, Tono, I will not object."

"Even if I give you permission to object?" Takeru inquired pointedly. Ryunosuke raised lowered eyes to meet his Lord’s.

"Don't, please," he begged softly. "I was so happy that you told me to come to you tonight. Don't send me away."

As if he would, when his open, earnest face was so close and their bodies were warm under the covers together. Takeru smiled and touched the other boy’s cheek, then smoothed back some of his hair. He pulled Ryunosuke’s head forward and kissed him. Fire and Water would combine to make steam.

--

(2009)

Prompt: Author’s choice, author's choice, the first time they shared a bed

Samurai Sentai Shinkenger belongs to Toei.

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Lonely Vigil (Samurai Sentai Shinkenger)

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 01:41:26 GMT

Written for comment_fic on LJ. (Join us!)

Note: I saw the prompt right after watching Kamen Rider Decade 25 (where the Shinkengers were guest-starring), and it seemed to fit what was shown about their relationship with Jii in that episode.

Lonely Vigil (Samurai Sentai Shinkenger)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Jii accepted that part of his role as mentor to the Shinkengers was to wait and worry. He did it every time they ran out the door to fight the latest outbreak of Gedoushu. As skilled and capable as they were, he reluctantly acknowledged that there always existed the possibility that they would not come back.

It was hard to imagine going back to life before the mansion was filled with the boisterous sounds of six lively teenagers. He thought fondly about Mako’s disastrous cooking attempts, Kotoha’s flute playing, Chiaki rapidly tapping on his Nintendo DS, Ryunosuke and Genta in each other’s faces about being either too serious or not enough so. And Takeru, their Lord, whom he’d raised as his own when his father died.

Now he felt that they were all his children, and they were out there, risking their lives. The fact that they were destined to do so didn’t make him any less anxious, although knowing they were well-trained was a small comfort he fervently clung to.

“Please come home,” he murmured, watching the front gate through the window as he waited.

--

(2009)

Prompt: Author’s choice, please come home

Samurai Sentai Shinkenger belongs to Toei.

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Hat Attack (Oretachi wa Tenshi da!/No Angel No Luck)

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 02:03:36 GMT

This is my first time writing in this fandom; please note I’ve only seen three episodes of this show with no subtitles so it’s entirely possible I’ve mangled everything. M/M relationships included. For those who don’t know, the show is a comedy about a quirky four-man detective team who call themselves Angels. The homepage for the series is here.

Hat Attack (Oretachi wa Tenshi da!/No Angel No Luck)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Darts didn’t like going into the garage much; it was dirty, smelled like oil, and there was never a place to sit down that wouldn’t stain his clothes. However, today he had no choice.

He strode into the work area purposefully, the tell-tale ‘clink’ of tools letting him know exactly where the person he sought would be. A pair of legs were sticking out from under a car, and he kicked one of them with the toe of his shoe. “Oiy! Get out here, I need to talk to you!”

Navi slid out to look up at him curiously. His long dark hair was held out of his face by a white bandanna, and there was a smudge of grease on his cheek. “What’s the matter with you? You never come here if you can help it.”

“I’ll say this only once; my hat is missing and I know you took it.” He held out his hand. “Give it back.”

Navi looked at him like he was a loon, and not the waterfowl kind. He got to his feet. “First of all, if I’d taken your hat, why would I have it on me? These coveralls get hot enough as it is without extra baggage packed inside. Second, why would I take your hat at all? That would leave you unable to aim worth beans!”

Darts puffed his cheeks out in annoyance. Sure, it was true that he was only able to fire his darts with precision if he was wearing his special hat, but he didn’t need Navi to remind him of it. “If you didn’t take it, then where is it?!”

At that moment, his phone rang. He gave the other man a warning glare before answering it. “Yes? … Oh, hi Jun … My what? ….” Darts glanced up at Navi guiltily. His companion had his arms crossed and an expectant eyebrow raised. “Um, thanks, Jun … Yeah, I’ll be back soon. Bye.” He hung up and smiled sheepishly. “Uh, it seems that I left my hat in my other jacket at headquarters.”

“Uh huh.” Navi nodded, then rolled his eyes upward in exaggerated consideration. “Now, what kind of apology should I require for this attack on my character …?”

“How about the traditional kind?” Darts suggested, then bowed. “I’m sorry for accusing you. It won’t happen again.”

“Hmm ….” Navi tapped the wrench he was holding against his own chin thoughtfully. “No, that’s not quite satisfying for having hurt my feelings so deeply. We’re good friends and fellow Angels, after all. To think that you’d believe I’d deprive you of your main defence like that –“

“Okay, okay!” Darts interrupted before violins could start playing. “What do you want?”

Navi grinned openly now. “An apology kiss!”

“Huh?!” Darts’ mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me?!”

“Nope.” Navi pulled the bandanna off his hair and let it fall free to his shoulders, then pointed to his cheek. “Plant a good one right here.”

Darts pressed his lips together in frustration. It wasn’t that Navi was unattractive – on the contrary. But right now he was wearing greasy coveralls and had dirt on his face, so maybe if he took a bath and changed clothes first –

“What are you waiting for?” Navi asked, the twinkle in his eyes clearly showing how much he was enjoying this. He leaned over and tapped his cheek again. “Right here.”

Darts sighed. There seemed to be no way around it, and at least it would just be on the cheek. He went up on his toes to kiss the taller man, only to have Navi turn his head at the last moment so that their lips met instead.

It took a moment for Darts to register what was happening, and another to realize he sort of liked it. Then he came to his senses and broke off the kiss, swinging at Navi’s jaw. His friend caught the fist and his grin widened.

“I accept your apology.”

Once again, Darts’ jaw dropped. “Except now you owe ME one!” he squeaked.

Navi’s gaze grew heated. “Then let me give it to you.” He tipped Darts’ chin up and kissed him again, fully and firmly. Darts’ mind reeled with the headiness of Navi’s soft lips and the arms that had found their way around him. I should pull away, he thought. Knee him in the groin, stomp on his instep ….

He had darts in his pocket. Even if he couldn’t hit the side of a barn without his hat, he could jab one into Navi’s shoulder –

Then it was too late. Somehow a point had been passed where he went from wanting to stop it to not wanting it to stop. He deepened the kiss himself.

A throat cleared nearby and both of them looked sharply over to where Cap stood watching them. He was holding Darts’ hat.

“I thought you might be missing this,” their leader said in amusement. “Jun said he found it in your other jacket. Since Navi went to all the trouble of hiding it there, as shown on the security camera footage we watched, it seemed a shame not to recognize his efforts.”

“Wait, what?” Darts turned from Cap to Navi accusingly. “YOU moved my hat to my other jacket? Why?!”

Now it was Navi’s turn to wear a sheepish smile. “I figured you’d think I took it, and when it was found you’d want to apologize for blaming me.” He winked. “Want me to apologize to you again now?”

Darts looked like he was going to explode when Cap added helpfully, “By the way, Darts, you’re covered in grease.”

The shorter man looked down at his clothes, stained from the close contact with Navi’s coveralls. In the next moment, he’d grabbed his hat from Cap and put it on, pulling out a pair of darts from his pocket.

Navi’s eyes widened and he took off at a run. “You’re too good a kisser to be this cranky!” he called over his shoulder. “And don’t forget, we’re Angels!”

“That’s okay, I’ll send you to Heaven!”

Cap watched Darts chase Navi, readying a shot as his target’s bad sense of direction took him out the back door. He’d be trapped in the yard out there. Cap shook his head and called Jun to let him know they’d be a little late getting back and to have the first aid kit ready.

He also asked him to access more footage, this time from the garage security camera. What had happened there today would make entertaining viewing that evening for all of them.

--

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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Day of Doubt (Prince of Tennis)

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 13:51:57 GMT

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Day of Doubt (Prince of Tennis)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Kamio felt like that fish in Finding Nemo that kept singing 'Just keep swimming' over and over to herself, only in his case it was 'Just keep smiling.' This was Tachibana's graduation, after all. It was a big deal for their captain.

Former captain.

Once again that punch-to-the-gut feeling hit him and he reeled inside. No more Tachibana watching over their team, guiding them, protecting them. No more beacon of leadership to shine in the forefront of Fudomine, a warning to all those who would treat others unjustly.

The burden was all on him now, as the new captain. He would never be able to fill Kippei's shoes, not even close. His hands on his knees began to tremble.

Then another hand laid itself over his and squeezed.

"We'll be fine, Akira," Shinji reassured him quietly, not taking his eyes off the stage. "You're the right man for the job, and we all know it."

Kamio relaxed and squeezed his teammate's hand back. When he turned back to watch Tachibana step up to the podium to give his speech as valedictorian, his smile was genuine.

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(2009)

Prompt: Prince of Tennis, Kamio/Shinji/Tachibana, graduation

Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

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Fun writing community!

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 13:58:14 GMT

Normally, I'm loathe to promote anything on LJ, but this time I'll make an exception, seeing as there's no mirror on IJ and I haven't time to run one myself. ;)

As writing communities go, this one seems to have simple rules and is very active. The only problem is that not enough of my fandoms are involved, so I'm hoping to lure some in!

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Chocolate Temptation (X-Men: Evolution)

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 13:30:07 GMT

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Chocolate Temptation (X-Men: Evolution)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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It was fondue night at the X-Mansion, and as hilarious as it was to see Kurt working three fondue forks at once with the help of his tail or Evan to bypass the forks entirely in favour of using one of his spikes, Scott was preoccupied with watching Rogue as she dipped the bright red strawberries into the pot of melted chocolate and then lift it to her lips where she took delicate, tentative bites, savouring each one. His eyes followed one thin line of chocolate as it slipped down a corner of her mouth.

"Oops!" she laughed, covering it with her hand. "Ah'd better get a napkin!" She got up and headed for the kitchen.

"Bring some back with you, please!" Kitty called after her.

"Scott," Jean tapped his shoulder, "your strawberry just fell into the pot."

He hadn't noticed, his gaze focused on Rogue's departing back. "I need some water," he said absently, getting up to follow her.

In the kitchen, he found her pulling a paper towel off the roll, moistening it at the sink and wadding it up. Scott deftly plucked it from her fingers. "Allow me," he said. She stared into the ruby quartz glasses as he took soft swipes at her chin with the towel, keeping it between his fingers and her skin at all times. He finished by gliding it carefully, slowly across her lips. "All gone," he murmured.

She reached up and gently took the paper from him, her gloved fingers lingering against his for a long moment.

"Hey, hurry with those napkins, guys!" Evan called out. "Kurt just dropped his fork in the pot and splattered us all!"

Scott and Rogue shared a secret smile before heading back out to the kitchen with the entire paper towel roll.

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(2009)

Prompt: X-Men Evolution, Scott/Rogue, chocolate-covered strawberries

X-Men: Evolution belongs to Marvel

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Sprefvent - Compilation 64 (Crossover)

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 14:54:15 GMT

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. Since the May 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, TMNT, and RL performers. Same-sex relationships may be included, ages are altered; nothing is necessarily canon. 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.

*NOTE* Prior to this game post, the characters had all been involved in a week-long fight regarding Yuuta’s Siren power and whether or not his usage had been irresponsible. Some said that there was NEVER any circumstance under which another person’s will should be taken over. That’s important to know before reading the following.

Sprefvent - Compilation 64

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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After I made my earlier posts today, I had to go out to a signing for my ‘Sunday’ CD/DVD. It was a wonderful event with lots of fans and made the black cloud I'd had over my head lately vanish in an instant. A couple of them even confided to me that they believed they were Changechildren, too (I don't know if they were right, but it made me feel good that they would consider me a peer in that way.)

I had borrowed Yasuka’s car (with his permission) so that I could get from the signing to a radio interview in time. I could've taken the company limo, but hadn't been able to resist Yasuka’s offer of the pretty new car.

I should have taken the limo.

Mall security let me out one of the back doors, taking a glance around to make sure there weren't any hovering fangirls or boys hanging around. All was clear, so we said goodbye and I went out while he disappeared inside. I had just reached the car, key in hand, about to put it in the lock when someone grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back in one motion. I dropped the key.

"Furukawa Yuuta," an unfamiliar voice murmured in my ear as something cold and hard pressed against my throat. A knife.

He started dragging me backwards and I didn't know where he was heading. I couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight, in a mall parking lot yet! But it was the back lot where hardly anyone goes — the only cars there probably belong to employees.

I was trying to struggle but couldn't get any purchase with my feet while going backwards. This guy was at least as tall as I was, and a lot stronger, plus he had the weapon. My heart was pounding wildly and I was breathing so fast I was nearly hyperventilating. But when I saw the side wall of the mall pass me, I realized I was being dragged into the garbage bin area — not totally secluded, but more so than the open lot.

The arm around me holding the knife drew away, but then I was slammed up against the wall and had the breath knocked out of me before I could cry out.

"Just keep quiet and you won’t get hurt," he said, and I felt the flat of the blade at the back of my neck. Worse, I felt his other hand unfastening my pants.

A nearly insane panic took over and I finally began screaming and thrashing. It wasn't so much that I forgot the knife; I just couldn't stand there and let him do what he was planning to do to me. I felt the sting of a cut sustained as I struggled, but I was flailing and screaming bloody murder so loudly that the guy gave up and began to run — right into mall security as they were coming to investigate the noise. The two of them wrestled on the ground while I blubbered into my phone to 911.

The police came and caught the guy before he could get out of the parking lot. The security guard had been cut during their struggle, but would be okay. My own cut on the back of my neck is small and not very deep -- it probably won't scar. Needless to say that with the attack and having to give statements to the police, etc., I missed my radio interview. It’s probably just as well, as I still can't talk without my teeth chattering from nerves (my hands are trembling so badly that this is taking forever to type.)

Now did anyone notice anything important about this whole incident? Not once did I use my power — not deliberately and not accidentally. I was so paralyzed with fear that the option didn't occur to me, and having never trained in any kind of self defense, it didn't happen as reflex, either. I've been suppressing it so much lately, it just didn't register as part of my (nearly non-existent) arsenal.

So after all the hassle of last week and the condemnation of my power, I finally found a practical use for it -- and it was nearly too late.

Yuuta

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End of Part 64

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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