If you're a guy, yaoi is more hardcore then shounen-ai and it occurs between two men. So this is probably not for you, Sir.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inu Yasha, nor the characters, merchandise, books, etc… The name and wealth all belong to Takahashi Rumiko; I am merely renting her characters. However, I do own Kenjou Haruko, and Aki. If you plagiarize this material, the hell if I can do something about it. I am not going to get into detail about the proof I have of this being mine, because, hey, I think that’s a waste of time and useless. If you steal this you must be a super badass, so I advise you, since you have so much free time to steal internet fanfictions go out and copy down some Stephen King and watch where your b a d a s s will end up.


Synopis

Main Character(s):
Renkotsu Sawatari (Sensei)
Bankotsu Himura (2nd Year)
Jakotsu Kenjou (2nd Year)
Haruko Kenjou (Senpai/3rd Year)

Summary of “Substitute”:
“Can you have a substitute in love?”
The answer is yes, and Jakotsu has offered to become a depressed Bankotsu’s substitute lover. He offers his heart, time, and body and what Jakotsu wants in return is the feelings he cannot have. He never expected being a substitute lover to be so painful. And to make matters worst, the guy he is in love with is in love with his older sister, Haruko. When you add the Chemistry teacher, Sawatari Renkotsu, the one Haruko has her sights on to the equation; you have one messed up love…square?

Jakotsu < Bankotsu < Haruko < Renkotsu < ???

What we have here is a steamy yaoiXshoujo, forbidden love fan fiction bursting with sensual and colorful language. Not suitable for the younger people, but it depends on maturity. I mean if you’re twelve and you’re mature about sex and gay love, then I don’t see any problem why you can’t also indulge in this sexy harem fantasy.




Chapter One is sure to capture your hearts.. and other parts. >>

XD Bwhahaha, I will keep the smut to a minium and the romance and drama to a maxium. If you enjoy yaoi, and the popular, BanXJak pairing. This story is for you!

I'm already interested into seeing the first chapter already. =D

Hmm...

I wonder..

Could this be another classic in the making by Tomodachi Ojousama?

Let us hope so! :kittylove: :cheer: :victory:

Please begin and continue when you may, Tomodachi! ^^

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inu Yasha, nor the characters, merchandise, books, etc… The name and wealth all belong to Takahashi Rumiko; I am merely renting her characters. However, I do own Kenjou Haruko, and Aki. If you plagiarize this material, the hell if I can do something about it. I am not going to get into detail about the proof I have of this being mine, because, hey, I think that’s a waste of time and useless. If you steal this you must be a super badass, so I advise you, since you have so much free time to steal internet fanfictions go out and copy down some Stephen King and watch where your b a d a s s will end up.

[If people are curious of how Haruko looks, refer to my promotion signature, where I drew a lineart of Haruko supporting "Substitute."]

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“Ahh… unnn…,” Jakotsu softly moaned out, he felt really good. He could finally have all of Bankotsu, the man he loved for so long. His head was cloudy as Bankotsu pushed his erect ***** inside of him, right before hand Bankotsu had told him, with his face hidden in a shroud of darkness,

“I don’t have experience with men. I’ll treat you like a girl.”

But Jakotsu didn’t mind at all.

Clutching the sheets, with his legs straddled on both sides of Bankotsu’s well shaped hips, he lost to him. Bankotsu leaned towards him, pushing himself further into the tight space; feeling the dripping warmth of pre-cum surround him, sending him on a one-way trip to cloud nine.

“Ahh!” Jakotsu yelled out, rising up from the bed and gripping Bankotsu’s shoulders like instinct.
“Does it…hurt?” Bankotsu panted, while he moved more aggressively, he pulled in and out of him, thrusting with a consecutive and even rhythm.

“Nnn…ahhh!” He couldn’t give a more improper response; Jakotsu’s arms were wrapped around Bankotsu’s neck, their bare chests touching. Jakotsu could smell his once strong cologne, now it was faint from the mix of his sweat. He deeply inhaled his scent, taking it in slowly.

He doesn’t love me—what am I doing here?

It was becoming painful, this reality. Bankotsu didn’t love him and yet, he made his body feel this hot. He couldn’t look him in the eye as he thrust deeper inside of him. He didn’t want to cry.

“Do you feel good?” Jakotsu managed to ask.
Bankotsu nodded, “Yeah.”

Bankotsu’s breath became haggard as he felt himself lose adrenaline. Jakotsu’s grip loosened, and he fell back on the bed. “I can’t…take anymore…” he moaned, covering his face with his arms with his face a crimson red. Bankotsu thrust into him a final time, he held Jakotsu’s legs up to inch himself farther into him. When he reached an unbearable tightness within Jakotsu, he came within his partner. For a moment, he just stayed hovered over Jakotsu, with his hands still gripping Jakotsu’s legs.

“I came inside of you, sorry.” He said as he slowly pulled out.
Jakotsu shut his legs and sat up, “It’s fine…” he replied while sliding to the edge of the bed.

Bankotsu collapsed on his mattress, his body hot and sweaty; doing a man was a different experience for him. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. “Are you leaving?” Bankotsu asked, “You should take a shower before you leave.”

“Nahh,” Jakotsu said, putting his clothes back on in a hurried fashion, “My sister is probably worried.”
“Then I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” Bankotsu said. He pulled the sheets over his head and turned on his side. It felt strange that Bankotsu could talk so calmly. It was strange to Jakotsu, but he couldn’t do a thing about it. He was the one who suggested being his lover. He was the one who suggested that he make him feel good—that they have sex. He was the one hurting himself.

Jakotsu left the apartment.

He walked awkwardly from the building, his tears flowing like clockwork. “What am I doing?” he asked himself between heavy sobs. “He doesn’t even love me!” he mentally screamed.

His body felt hot, it was still calling for Bankotsu’s touch and he resented himself more. He wanted more of him. He wanted his warmth inside of him, he wanted him to gently call out his name to calm him, and he wanted…his heart. But a man in unrequited love, Jakotsu thought, will always think of that person he cannot have.

Just like what he was doing now.



“Ah, Ja-chan I saw you leave with Himura-kun today.” Haruko said from behind a bowl of miso soup, “You guys must have had sex.” She assumed, with her brows slanted. It was a ‘Sister knows all’ look.

“How can you just assume that?” Jakotsu asked, his cheeks red, “Don’t jump to conclusions.”

“It happens between those in love.” Haruko said with a hint of laughter in her voice, “You’ve liked Himura-kun for a long time. Am happy Ja-chan has found someone he truly loves.”

“Yeah…” Jakotsu murmured, if only he loved me back he thought. As he slowly ate, Haruko watched intently, her eyes going over her brother’s posture. He seemed depressed. And she wondered if he got into a fight with Bankotsu. But she thought better not to pry into his business. Ja-chan didn’t like it.

“Sensei says you should come back to school. You don’t even call in sick; you just skip all the time.” Jakotsu said.

Haruko waved her hand at him in a carefree manner, “I will, I will, I’ll come back tomorrow. We can walk together.”

“I don’t want to walk with you.”

“Eh? Ja-chan why not, has Haruko-nee-san done something wrong?” she asked, her eyes on the verge of crying. Jakotsu couldn’t understand her closeness. He couldn’t understand why his words affected her more then any man she’d ever gone out with. He asked once, and she only cheerfully replied: “Because I love Ja-chan more then any man in this world.”

He felt warm that day, but whenever he remembered that the cause for all his pain was because of Haruko, his heart froze instantly. Bankotsu was in love with his sister. And now, he was stuck in an unrequited, fruitless love with someone who would never forget his first love.

“You didn’t do anything. Am not a kid anymore, I’ll walk by myself.” Jakotsu said, harshly.
“But… I wanted to talk with Himura-kun—“
“You can’t!” Jakotsu yelled across the table, standing up. “Don’t go near him Haruko.” He reprimanded. He didn’t want to lose his fruitless love, even if it was painful.
“Ja-chan…” Haruko said, as she eyed him speechlessly.

Jakotsu left the table quickly; he just said something he wanted to keep inside. He ran into his room, slammed the door and threw himself on his bed.

“What does he see in her?” he wanted to know. Haruko skipped class frequently, but she was a valued enigma because of her blasé attitude. And whenever she came to school, she scored high on tests with just a bit of catch-up studying. And her preferences… were always men that were older then her. Jakotsu couldn’t think of one single guy she dated that went to their school.

Because of her preferences, they had to switch schools because of an affair she had with a married teacher. Shameless he thought, but at the same time he pitied her. Because on the day they transferred to a different school and moved away, he witnessed his big sister shed tears of guilt and loneliness. And he couldn’t do anything but watch.

It was their curse, he imagined, their mother was in a fruitless marriage and died still loving a man who would never love her. And their father ran off with another woman after Jakotsu was born. Haruko’s first love was an unrequited love and now, Jakotsu’s first love was unrequited as well.

He squeezed his pillow in frustration, he wanted Bankotsu to feel the same way he did, he wanted… to escape his cursed family’s destiny of loving vainly.



“Kenjou-senpai!” a group of female underclassmen yelled in unison as they ran to greet Haruko. Haruko pat their heads affectionately, “Ohayo my cute kittens, how have you all been?” she asked as they walked towards the building.

“Lonely without senpai,” one girl sniffled.

“Eh, don’t say that. You guys should be falling in love and enjoying high school life.” Haruko said, holding up a finger in disapproval, “Don’t be lonely, be joyful and smile, kittens.”

“Because you like us when we smile best,” they said loudly with grins on their faces.
Haruko shook her head approvingly, “Yes, yes.”

Haruko was admired more by the underclassmen then her fellow peers of her grade level. It was because of the rumors of her relationship with a teacher in her old school had somehow ran rapid. She didn’t tell Jakotsu of this because she did not want to worry him. He had finally won over Bankotsu and she decided that she would just have to endure.

“Hey, Haruko-chan,” a girl with light brown hair greeted her as she entered the classroom. Haruko waved and sat at her seat, “Did I miss a lot?” she asked, looking nonchalant.

“Ms. Naruno had taken maternity leave, so we have a new homeroom teacher.” She informed her.

“Ehh…,” Haruko whined with her head on the desk, “I really liked Naruno-sensei.”

“But our new homeroom teacher is a guy and he’s cute too. He has short red hair and wears glasses, he’s really good looking.”

“I don’t really care for looks. It’s personality, personality.” Haruko said.

“The rumors died down too, now you can be at ease Haruko-chan.” She smiled.
Haruko lifted her head, “I don’t really mind them.” She said, also a carefree smile on her face.

That was Haruko, with her blasé enigmatic personality.

The two girls talked for a while until the teacher came into the classroom, hushing the class. The teacher was very tall, at least 190cm, he was also very attractive. Haruko’s heart skipped a beat, he was truly beautiful.

As he fixed his glasses, their eyes met briefly.

“Hey, are you new?” he asked while opening his roster.
“No,” Haruko said, “I just don’t come to school.”

“You are very truthful, that’s admirable but it’s also shameless to skip school.”

“You’re right sensei; I shouldn’t skip school because I dislike it.”

“Correct.” He said. He looked down at his roster before announcing that he would take role.
“Kaoiji,” he said, and a student in the far back lifted his hand. “Kenjou,” he said next. Haruko abruptly stood up and leaned over her desk, “Excuse me Sensei but are you dating anyone at this moment?” she seriously asked.

“What? No, but that’s none of your business, now take your seat.” He said, growing irritable. He made a quick assumption that this girl was a troublemaker. One who makes fun of teachers?

“That’s good,” Haruko said, sighing deeply in relief, “because I think I really like Sensei,”

“What?!?!” he shouted, astounded and now, embarrassed. His cheeks flushed, and the students burst into an uproar. “So the rumors were true,” one girl said, “she does date teachers, how shameless,”

“Sensei, please date me. I promise to be serious.” Haruko said over the whispers of her classmates.

“Kenjou-san, stay after school today. I will have to discipline you on manners. Going into the personal life of your teachers is not a respectable thing to do, especially in front of your classmates. Also, I am not someone to be played with—“

Haruko cut him off with the expression on her face; her lips were slightly parted, as if she were surprised by his comment, “Sensei… I am not playing around. I might have truly fallen for you.”



The cold breeze cooled Jakotsu’s skin as he sat behind the school, eating his lunch. He had finally escaped his classmates and found a good place to eat. He picked at his bentou, it was Haruko’s turn to cook and everything looked bland, because evidently, she couldn’t cook very well.

Jakotsu ate the all of the omelet rolls and taku sausages before closing his bentou and leaving. He decided to leave through the left exit instead of the right, because most likely he would run into one of his classmates there. For some reason, the girls wanted to eat with him. He blamed Haruko’s popularity with the underclassman girls. He was beginning to question her sexuality—she might have turned lesbian recently and kept it secret. Because having that many girls follow you around like a lost kitten isn’t normal.

Holding his bentou underneath his arm, Jakotsu walked across the grass, coming close to a tree with a person sleeping underneath it.

That person was Bankotsu, he could tell now, since he was close. He looked so calm. He had let his long hair down and it was entangled in the blades of grass. His lips…were parted a bit and Jakotsu could hear his steady breaths.

Somehow, he found himself beside him, looking over him closely, feeling tempted to kiss him.

Jakotsu slowly lowered his head closer to his lips until they finally touched. Jakotsu blinked at first, surprised that he didn’t wake up. But, that feeling left him once he closed his eyes and pressed a bit harder. Something gentle like this, he wanted Bankotsu to one day initiate with him. He felt Bankotsu stir and abruptly he pulled away, hiding his embarrassed expression with his hand.

“Embarrassed?” Bankotsu said, leaning up on his elbows.
“N-N-No,” Jakotsu stammered, “I just, it doesn’t matter anyway! Am your substitute lover, I can do these things to you.”

“Oh…so,” Bankotsu said, staring into his eyes, “I have the same privileges?”

“Umm… I-“ Jakotsu was confused, was he teasing him or actually being serious?
“I have to leave for class…” Jakotsu lied, he grabbed his bentou and started to stand, but was tackled to the ground.

“I didn’t give you permission to leave so easily.” Bankotsu said, with his hand circling the crotch area of his pants, “You kissed me when I was sleeping. I didn’t get a chance to do anything, lover.”

Jakotsu was already breathing hard, and he was just touching him. “No… please don’t,” he made a pathetic plea but he wanted it. If he actually stopped, Jakotsu would have thrown himself down a hill.

“No.” Bankotsu said sternly as if he were talking to a dog. Bankotsu kissed him harshly, and forced his tongue between Jakotsu’s tightly sealed lips, loosening him up. Jakotsu moaned, “Nnn… nnnn,” he continued, he couldn’t talk with Bankotsu’s tongue so far down his throat.

While this happened, Bankotsu unzipped Jakotsu’s pants, and pulled his hard ***** from his underwear. Jakotsu squirmed from his cold hands stroking his manhood.

He broke the kiss, “Ahhh… don’t, please stop it,” he begged, with a red face.
“I can’t just leave it this way.” Bankotsu said, as his hand rubbed up and down his still manhood, creating a routine, “You’re very needy right now.”

“But,” Jakotsu meekly murmured, “I’ll cum…on my uniform.”

“…Don’t worry; I won’t let you cum.” Bankotsu said, his breath heavy on Jakotsu’s neck. Bankotsu began to get aggressive as he concentrated on Jakotsu’s erection. He squeezed the top of his *****, causing Jakotsu to jilt forward.

“Ahh… haaahhh…” he panted, as his hands fumbled to push Bankotsu’s hand away. Bankotsu grinned, subtly, enjoying the pleasurable look on Jakotsu’s face. “Haahh… it hurts…” Jakotsu moaned, “…stop squeezing… it.” He begged, this time quite serious. Bankotsu was actually hurting him now. He didn’t know if he’d be able to take it. Though, inside he was a bit happy that he had taken the initiative… but it could have been just to tease him. Thinking that way, he couldn’t hold onto his bit of happiness.

“Haaahh… uuuuu… going to cum…” Jakotsu managed to speak out.

“Alright,” Bankotsu said, he squeezed Jakotsu’s ***** in his hand, closing the only exit his seamen could escape from.

“L-Let go!” Jakotsu shrieked out, tearing up from the pain, “…Ahhhh….!”

Bankotsu searched the inner pockets of his school blazer in leisure, ignoring Jakotsu’s pleas. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and covered Jakotsu’s ***** with it. He then left his hand go.

Jakotsu came immediately, covering the handkerchief in his cum.

He panted haggardly, softly crying from the pain of Bankotsu’s hand practically choking his **** shut.

“Are you hurting?” Bankotsu asked.

“No s h i t,” Jakotsu panted, “…How dare you do that to me.”

“But you liked it didn’t you?” Bankotsu asked, assuming his answer, “You did, I enjoyed it too. You’re face gets so red and cute when you’re on cloud nine. It’s a real turn on.”

“S-S-Shut up… idiot. Kami-sama… what are you saying.” Jakotsu said.

Bankotsu stood up and tucked his hands into his pockets, “You can keep that handkerchief.” He said as he started to walk away. “Oh,” he said, looking over his shoulder with a carefree smile, “Next time, kiss me when I am actually sleeping.” He said.

Jakotsu blushed, “He… wasn’t really sleeping?” he said aloud. He quickly cleaned himself off, and fixed his clothes. He couldn’t be late for class just because of Bankotsu’s stupid antics. And once again, he was unable to walk straight.



As he limped down the hall, he heard an upperclassman say Haruko’s name.

“Yeah, she confessed to Sensei right in front of the class.” He heard her say.

“What…” Jakotsu murmured. His hand quickly began to search his person for his cellphone. He had to call Haruko to clarify this rumor. But his body wasn’t reacting, he felt the same feeling he felt yesterday after he slept with Bankotsu.

“Damn it,” he cursed, “…this, ahh, why did I… agree to be his substitute lover?”

Jakotsu stopped searching for his cellphone and left to the bathroom. He ran over to the sink and turned the faucet. Splashing water on his face he looked at his reflection.

“I look very miserable right now,” he said, talking to himself, “But when I see him, I am very happy.”

Jakotsu continued to splash water on his face, and slowly, his body returned to normal. And with this normality came the sharp pain of loneliness. He was prepared this time because it happened yesterday night. He couldn’t fool himself and say he was satisfied as Bankotsu’s false lover and play thing, he wasn’t satisfied at all.

But…even if he loved him vainly, he felt that was all he could do to stay at his side—and Jakotsu was not prepared to let him go yet.


Ch.1 End.

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Ohhh noooo, Haruko’s so bold. How will their love blossom?
And Jakotsu’s heart is so strong! T_T How will he continue such a vain love?

Find out in the next update!


Mhmm.. I've already decided that this story will be a sort of long one-shot. Probably three chapters involving Bankotsu and Jakotsu's relationship, and three chapters involving Haruko and Jakotsu's relationship. I also add EXTRAS after each chapter. So it's like nine in total.

OMG I LOVED THAT!

"Are you hurting Jakotsu?"
"No shi.t"

xD What a stupid question for him to ask.

x3

I thought I'd add a little comedy. xD And at that moment it seemed like a good time.

I already finished Chapters 1 - 3, for Jakotsu and Bankotsu. They are very long, because these are one-shots. For now, I am going to post the extra that goes along with Ch.1. Chapter 2, focuses on Haruko and Renkotsu. And yes, I added hair to Renkotsu's bald head. XDDD.. In my sketch of him with hair he looks super hot, so I thought it'd be cool.

Thanks for replying Saku. XD The next chapter is even better.

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EXTRA

-Childhood of Haruko and Ja-chan-

^Haruko and Jakotsu are about five years old, and they are playing in the park. The game they are playing is House and they use the jungle gym as their mansion. ^

“Ja-chan do you love me?” little Haruko asked with her eyes full of innocence and purity. Jakotsu shook his head, “Yes, I love Haru-chan a lot.” He replied, smiling brightly at her.

Haruko giggled, “Then lets get married Ja-chan!” she exclaimed. As Haruko went into detail about the wedding ceremony and where they will live in the future, a boy with shoulder length black hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes passes by the jungle gym, and Jakotsu’s eyes meet with his for just a moment. But Jakotsu’s heart beats fast from the brief encounter.

“I can’t marry you Haru-chan,” Jakotsu harshly said, he climbed out of the jungle gym and chased after the boy, leaving Haruko speechless. Slowly, Haruko realizes that she had been dumped and she cries over her lose.

“Hey, hey, why is such a pretty girl crying?” A man with wild hair asked her. Haruko wiped her eyes, “B-B-Because my Ja-chan left me for a boy!”

“Eh? Don’t be upset now. Pretty girls shouldn’t cry, they should smile all the time. In the future you’ll fall in love and marry prince charming.” He said, smiling charismatically at her. Haruko was taken aback, her heart beat quickly as she stared up at the adult, just outside her jungle gym mansion.

“I think I like you,” Haruko said, clinging to the jungle gym, “Please marry me.”

The man chuckled, surprised at the girl’s cuteness and brashness, “You should date someone your own age, Hime.”

“Don’t wanna,” Haruko pouted, not fully understanding the word ‘date’ but understanding that he didn’t want to marry her.

“Besides I am married,” the man said, “and I love my wife a lot.”

“…Mhmm, I guess that is okay too.” Haruko said, “I can be wife number two!”

“You’re a silly kid.” The man said, his face appearing troubled.

“Huh?” Haruko said, staring up at him, “Why, why?”


Childhood EXTRA END


XD Who could that kid with blue eyes have possibly been to get Jakotsu’s attention. And now we know how Haruko got her preference for older men from. XDD Hahaha.

XD The extras don't follow in order, and they are more like filters. The next two are based on the fairytales, Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland. (XDD and they are hilarious)

Awwe poor Haruko. xD

I think the girl with the pretty blue eyes is Bankotsu. x3

Tomodachi... I only have two words that describe the last two updates.


FLAWLESSS VICTORY! ^__^

Seriously, Tomodachi Ojousama, I do not know how you come up with such great story ideas! :cheer:

Please continue when you may. :excited:

I can hardly wait for the next update.

Updation. XD Saku-chi I love your excitement. It made me write a super long update. This chapter is mostly about RenXHaru, and it doesn't have any smut in it because I have to set a foundation for their relationship. Next chapter is about BanXJak, and it is certainly a surprising chapter. There's some drama! And I really love how far I pushed myself writing it.

Here's chapter two. XD Please enjoy!
Oh and the extra chapter at the end is Cinderella!





“Do you have Kenjou Haruko in your homeroom class, Sawatari-sensei?” a fellow educator asked Renkotsu.

“Eh?” he said, seemingly uninterested, “Yeah, I’ve got her in my class.”

“What a shame. That girl is known for confessing to her teachers—male of course.” The woman informed him with her hand over her mouth, “She was transferred to this school in mid-semester along with her little brother, Kenjou Jakotsu. I feel sorry for the boy; having to move around just because of his sister’s promiscuous attitude.”

“Why did she transfer to this school?” Renkotsu asked.

“She was caught having an affair with one of her teachers and he was married, it was terribly shameful to the school’s reputation.” The woman had no problem revealing such scandalous news to the unknowing Renkotsu. She had hoped that Renkotsu would keep his distance from her, because she had set her sights on him.

“Oh,” Renkotsu said. He collected his papers, to keep his hands busy. That was it, He thought, feeling irritated. Haruko didn’t have any feelings at all in her confession to him, from what he heard, she seemed like the type of girl to ruin a teacher’s career. He wouldn’t let her interfere with his career.

He would tell her exactly what he thought after school.

“Sawatari-sensei, would you like to go to the cafeteria now? The food isn’t bad here and since you don’t know your way around, I thought to give you a tour.” She offered, smiling anxiously at him.

Renkotsu cleared his desk and stood up, stretching, he felt a bit hungry and decided that that wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “Sure, uhh, what is your name?” he asked.

“Touya Aki, I am the World Studies teacher,” she introduced.

“Alright, Touya-sensei, please lead the way.”

“My pleasure,” Aki triumphantly smiled.



The cafeteria was very festive, since the food wasn’t so bad. Renkotsu saw students all over the place. They were playing around, socializing, and incredibly loud. Renkotsu wanted to leave and he just appeared on the scene.

“That’s a shame Haruko-chan,” he heard from a table beside him. He turned his head to see Haruko and a group of male students surrounding her.

“I already have someone I like.” Haruko said as she calmly ate her bentou, as if the boys weren’t even there.

“Is it another teacher? We’ve heard rumors about it. That you date teachers, its true isn’t it?” one boy said, leaning near her.

“Yeah, I was there when you confessed to Sawatari-sensei. You go for teachers, huh?” another boy added, smugly.

Haruko closed the top on her bentou and calmly put down her chopsticks, “I did confess to Sawatari-sensei,” she admitted, smiling nonchalantly, “He’s the one that I like.”

The boys stood astounded, they couldn’t believe that she would admit to having an affair with a teacher. One of the boys with bleached hair slapped her bentou on the floor, tossing up food everywhere. He then leaned into her face and smiled, “Just don’t ruin our school reputation like you did at your old school, Haruko-senpai.”

Haruko smiled naturally, as if her bentou wasn’t just thrown to the ground in front of her. “Thank you, I will take your advice into consideration.” She said, in a very blasé tone. The boy grimaced at the sight of her carefree attitude. Tired of dealing with her, and failing to humiliate her, he left taking his pack of underclassmen along with him.

Haruko let out an exasperated sigh before getting up from her seat, and onto the floor to clean up the mess. When she looked up from the floor, someone was holding her bentou in front of her. It was Renkotsu.

“Here,” he impatiently said, shaking the bentou in front of her face.

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking it from him and pushing it onto the table. She picked all of the food off the floor and threw it away in a nearby trashcan.

Renkotsu tucked his hands into his pocket, he was a bit anxious being around her, it was possible that she would say something completely out of line again. And this time, the whole school would know about it. He felt that his job was in danger. Touya was busy getting lunch sets for them, so he wasn’t that afraid of a rumor spreading. It looked like he was just talking to a pupil.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Haruko shook her head, “Yeah, I drop my lunch all the time.” She said.

She didn’t know I saw what happened, He thought, thinking best not to make an awkward situation by telling her that he saw what happened. “Don’t be so clumsy.” He said, pushing the scene to the back of his head.

Haruko laughed, while her hand bashfully scratched her head, “I’ll try, but it’s really hard for me not to be.”

Renkotsu didn’t know what to think about this girl. She laughed when she was bullied or threatened. And smiled even when things looked bad—he was very confused on how to deal with such a girl.

If I punish her, he thought, she’ll just smile at me and say something flattering.

“It’s been bothering me,” Renkotsu started to say, but was interrupted by Touya-sensei coming over with their food.

“I’ve got you lunch set A, Sawatari-sensei.” Aki said, handing him the tray.

“Eh thanks,” Renkotsu said, taking the tray from her, “You didn’t have to treat me.”
“You’re new, consider it a present for coming to our school,” Aki said, waving off the trivial manner of payment, “Who were you talking to?” she asked, noticing that no one was there anymore.

Renkotsu looked ahead of him and noticed that Haruko had left, leaving a clean area.

“No one, just a curious student,” Renkotsu said, “She must have left already.”

She left, making him look like a fool. Standing there talking to no one, he knew it, the girl was nothing but trouble and rude too.



It was now finally, the end of the school day. And Haruko rushed down to Renkotsu’s office to talk with him. Even if she was about to be lectured until her ears fell off, she wouldn’t mind because Renkotsu would be the one talking. The first time she saw him that morning, she liked everything about him. His hair, his deep toned voice, the way he taught the class, and the fact that he paid attention to her, unlike any of her other teachers that overlooked her existence because of her past.

The rumor that went on was true. It was true that at her old school she dated a teacher, that she admitted, but no one knew of the entire story.

Haruko reached the office and slid the door open, “Excuse me, Kenjou Haruko coming for conference,” she said, stepping into the office and sliding the door closed.

Renkotsu sat at the end of a long table that was divided with slits, evenly dividing the space between the Chemistry teachers and the Math teachers.

“Come over here, Kenjou-san,” he said, waving to her.

Haruko hurried over and stood front and center with her hands behind her back.

Renkotsu sighed, putting away his papers he swiveled his chair to face her, “You know why you’re here right? For playing around in class,” he said.

“Sensei I wasn’t playing around, I was very serious about liking you.” Haruko said, taking on a very serious expression.

Renkotsu’s head bowed, how long does she plan on playing with me, he thought before picking his head back up, only to let a deep sigh escape his lips. “Don’t confess to me in front of the class just to get some kicks. I am new here and I don’t plan to be talked about in a rude way by my own students. I also don’t want rumors circulating about what you’ve said earlier,”

“Sensei…” Haruko started to interrupt, but Renkotsu stood up, cutting her off. His tall stature silenced her immediately.

“Don’t play with me,” he said, his tone deep and serious, “I will not have you lying about liking me, and then ruining my career.”

“…Is that what this is about?” Haruko said, “…my reputation precedes me,”

It was unusual for Haruko to have such a troubled look on her face. Renkotsu was lost as first, and there was an awkward silence between them before he talked again, “That’s all I have to say. And besides, I don’t date my students or kids, so give it up.”

“I am not a kid, sensei; do I have to prove this to you?” Haruko said, giving a frown.

“…Prove?” Renkotsu said, before having his tie yanked harshly down to Haruko’s height level, “Kenjou…” he let out a low growl of disapproval.

Haruko pressed her lips gently against his, Renkotsu’s eyes widened in astonishment. It was a short kiss, but the effects afterward were great.

Renkotsu jumped back, covering his lips with his hand, “K-Kenjou, you don’t know when to give up! Kissing me like that, this is not a game. I am not your toy.”

“Sensei what are you talking about, that was a greeting. In America people kiss when they greet each other, that was my goodbye kiss.” Haruko said, smiling at how flustered he was getting, “Bai Bai sensei, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“W-Wait a second!” Renkotsu said, reaching for her, “What is it… you like about me?”

“Your face,” Haruko said honestly.

“That’s so petty.” Renkotsu said.

“…And sensei’s voice, and actions,” Haruko said, leaving for the door, “and the face you make after you’ve been kissed is good too sensei.”

“JUST GO HOME!” Renkotsu yelled, blushing fiercely.

What had he gotten himself into? Renkotsu sat down, sighing heavily he touched his lips, remembering her faint warmth. She was a kid after all if she thought a High school kiss like that could satisfy him. It was strange, he didn’t dislike it…he wanted a bit more.

Renkotsu hit his head with his hand, “I need a girlfriend.” He said.



At home, Haruko was lectured by Jakotsu harshly.

“Don’t go after him!” he yelled, slamming his hands down on the coffee table.
“Ja-chan…” Haruko whimpered, putting up a cute face, “I really like him.”

“Ahh,” Jakotsu sighed, “Who is he?”

“Sawatari Renkotsu-sensei, the new homeroom teacher,” Haruko said, “But…he thinks I am playing around.”

“Aren’t you just playing around,” Jakotsu assumed.

“No,” Haruko said, shaking her head, “I only had one love, Jakotsu.”

When she called his full name, he knew she was serious, “What do you like about this Sawatari-san?” he asked.

“I like his voice…most.” Haruko said, mentally remembering his deep tone, “But he’s not taking me seriously, what should I do Ja-chan?”

“Do you still have that stupid ‘second-best’ mentality?” Jakotsu asked.

“Yeah,” Haruko said, “Is that bad?”

“Yes. It makes you look like an idiot.” Jakotsu said, staring her down, “Drop it.”

“Can’t help it Ja-chan, if I like someone truly, I have to be near them no matter what.” Haruko replied, nonchalant.

“Then you should do what only you can do for him.” Jakotsu suggested, “Something that you can do yourself and it has to show your feelings.”

“Sex?” Haruko said, appeared dumbfounded.

Jakotsu couldn’t believe he was related to someone so stupid, and she was older too. “Are we truly related?”

Haruko waved her hand at him, shooing his comment off playfully, “Ja-chan we’re related, related, you play with Haruko-nee-san too much.”

“I think I’ll resign as being your brother. You’re an idiot.” Jakotsu said, turning to the phone to order family desolation sheets.

“Noooo… Ja-chan I won’t allow you to leave me…” Haruko clung to his foot, as he dragged her through the kitchen.

“Then stop being an idiot! Tell the stupid guy that you like him and make him a bentou!” Jakotsu shouted, pushing his clingy sister from his leg.

“Waahhhh Ja-chan don’t leave me,” Haruko sniffled, gripping to his leg for dear life, “I love you, Ja-chan! You’ll leave me for that blue-eyed beauty again.”

“Blue-eyed beauty?” Jakotsu said, thinking, “Oh…I remember now. Then I already left you. That was Bankotsu when he was a kid.”

“Damn you Himura-kun, taking my kawaii little brother,” Haruko cursed, clenching her fist, “I will not lose this fight again.”

“Helloooo are you even listening to me anymore??” Jakotsu waved a hand in her face. She was lost in her own little world now.



The next day at lunch, Haruko was busy searching for Renkotsu to give him her homemade bentou filled with love! (Sorry…Haruko T.T made me write that lame line.) She checked his office, but he wasn’t there. After searching the school a bit more, she ran into the same group of students that harassed her at lunch yesterday. She wanted to avoid them, but they blocked the classroom she wanted to search.

“Eh, look its Haruko-senpai,” the bleached blonde commented as he walked up to meet her. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“To class, I decided to eat lunch in the classroom.” She said nonchalantly. She stepped left of him but he got in her way.

“No good at lying, Haruko-senpai, Sawatari-sensei isn’t in class.” He said.

“Oh, is that so,” Haruko said, “Then there’s no need for me to look there.”

“What’s up with you,” he asked, frustrated with her attitude, “You’re so open at dating teachers that it’s disgusting. Why don’t you date someone your own age?”

“Eh…That’s no good,” Haruko said, touching her chin lightly with her index finger, “I don’t really date my own age, it’s hen dayo. I’ll be leaving now.” She replied, turning to leave.

The blonde grabbed her wrist and twisted it, “I say when you leave.” He said.

“Let go of me,” Haruko said, twisting her wrist to loosen his grip.

“Stop it or you’ll hurt yourself.” The boy said, pulling her towards the classroom, “I’ll show you a good time.”

“No thank you,” Haruko said, grabbing the wall to slow him down. One of the blonde’s friends hit her hand from the wall, and she was dragged into the classroom. One of the boys hit the light and the place went dark, except for the faint light from the window that was the only light in the dark place. “Someone hold her down,” the blonde said as he loosened his tie, “You’ve rejected me for far too long.”

Haruko’s blouse was slowly being unbuttoned by one of the underclassmen, and she could feel the zipper on her skirt being fooled around with.

“Leave the skirt on,” the blonde said, “I think it’s kinky to just hike it up.”

The blonde leaned over her, kissing between her breasts, up to her neck. He fervently sucked the skin of her neck, panting heavily across her skin.

“S-Stop it!” Haruko shouted, “I already like someone!”

“Shut up!” the blonde yelled, as his hands slid up and down the pale skin of her inner thigh, sending shivers down her spin. She shuddered, “This feels disgusting! Let me go!” she screamed, she struggled more until a few more of the blonde’s friends came over and held her hands down even tighter.

“Hey, what’s with all this noise?” Renkotsu said as he flipped the lights back on. His eyes widened as he devoured the scene. Haruko was on her back across a desk, and about six underclassmen were holding her down.

“Sensei…” she murmured, her eyes holding back tears.
“Get off of her.” Renkotsu said, his tone cold.

The blonde did as told and got off her. While he straightened his tie, the underclassmen that were holding Haruko down, loosened their grip and released her. Haruko sat up and held herself, shuddering lightly.

“Get out of here.” Renkotsu said, stepping aside so they could get out of the classroom.

“We’ll see you later, sensei.” The blonde said smugly before leaving.

Renkotsu entered the classroom and closed the door behind him. “Are you alright?” he asked as he took off his suit blazer and placed it on her shoulders.

“Am fine,” Haruko said, giving the same nonchalant smile she’d always give him.

“Don’t smile if you’re not fine.” He said, all the while his eyes checked over her body to make sure there weren’t any marks. He looked up from her slender legs, up to her thighs, they looked a bit red.

“He didn’t touch me there.” Haruko said, interrupting his evaluation.

Renkotsu coughed, brushing off her comment, when he looked up her face, he noticed a mark on her neck. He pushed down her neck to get a closer look at it. It was pinkish purple and pretty noticeable.

“Is there a mark on my neck?” Haruko asked, hoping it wasn’t true.

“Yeah, it’s pretty noticeable too.” Renkotsu said, removing his hands from her neck.

Haruko rubbed her neck, “I feel disgusting.” She said, frowning, “I don’t want this mark if sensei didn’t do it.”

“You’re still playing this confession game huh?” Renkotsu said.

Haruko stared at him, “I am being serious!” she shouted, her hand still rubbing her neck. “I hate this, I don’t want this here. It’s disgusting, and it makes me remember his ugly face!” she shouted, becoming upset.

Renkotsu was surprised at her behavior. She was acting out of her blasé character. Soon enough, she started crying and Renkotsu thought this face, was cuter then her smile. “I don’t want, I don’t want,” she murmured, sobbing softly, “Sensei do something about this.” She carried on.

“Alright.” Renkotsu said simply. He took her hand from the spot on her neck and placed his mouth over it. He sucked the spot tenderly, while his hand caressed her waist. Haruko was both shocked and dazed at what Renkotsu was doing. Her body also felt hot.

Taken over by passion, Renkotsu found his hand up her blouse, over her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. Haruko’s breaths were short and uneven as she grew more and more turned on by his advances.

“American style?” he said, facing her, his wild red hair covering his left eye. “No way…” Haruko replied, astounded, he was actually going to kiss her.

At first the kiss was gentle, but when Renkotsu’s hand cradled the back of her head and his tongue slid into her mouth, she found it hard to breath. Her body shivered as he took the kiss farther, he sucked the breath from her. When he stopped, Haruko gasped out, “I can’t…breathe sensei.”

Renkotsu then realized that he had just deep kissed a student and quickly backed off. His hands shook while he held her shoulders, “Be careful from now on.” He said; unable to face her. He was afraid she would look disgusted at him, that she would slap him. He was no different from those kids who tried to rape her.

Renkotsu turned to leave the class, but Haruko, who grabbed hold of the tail of his shirt, stopped him. “Here, eat this,” Haruko said, giving him the homemade bentou. “It has the taste of my feelings.” She added, she slipped out of his suit jacket and buttoned her blouse. “I don’t want to cause problems for you by wearing this.” She said, as she walked to the door, and slid it open, “I’ll see you later sensei.” She said cheerfully.

Renkotsu collapsed himself at a desk and let out an exasperated sigh. He was beginning to do strange things and think strange things, and today, he wanted to go much farther then a normal student/teacher relationship.

He lifted the top off the bentou and took a spring roll from it. The taste was very sweet.

“Heh,” he said, taking another one into his mouth, “Sweet love for me huh,”

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Ohhh dear, I couldn’t write anything very kinky like I wanted with Haruko and Renkotsu’s relationship. The true intimacy doesn’t start with them until the final chapters. But I can say that I go laughs out of writing this. It was sorta bittersweet because I was tempted to just write a sex scene (Kira no hentai XDD;;) and laugh it off, but then there would be no foundation for a relationship afterwards. Hope you guys enjoyed this, I plan to do some yummy romance with Renkotsu and Haruko with Chapter four, and of course it’s very lengthy. Next chapter update is the Cinderella extra and then, a surprising chapter three focusing on BanXJak.

*blinks* Haruku was almost ... *GASPS*

Holy frell that was close! If Renkotsu did not intevene in time those bakas may have gone and done far worse than what they did.

Sylt: *blinks* What happened?

Jacrose: -_- Nothing that your young self should worry about just yet, runt. Just be greatful that you don't have to deal with such creeps.

Sylt: -_- Kenju Haruku was dog piled wasn't she?

Jacrose: O_O WHAT?! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!

Sylt: I read mangas and watch animes remember? :hehe" Although certain scenes in each are mysteriously blanked out or goto another set of images entirely when I read or watch them. *scratches head* I wonder why?

Jacrose: -_-

Please continue when you may, Tomodachi Ojousama, We can not wait for the next exciting episode! ^^

Almost.. Almost. XD As promised, here is the Cinderella Extra!

EXTRA

Merry Merry, Cinderfelli…?

In a far away kingdom, a prince thought of holding a ball to find his one true sex partner. Someone who would satisfy him both physically and visually; he really wanted someone he could stare intently at and not get bored with their faces.

This prince was Himura Bankotsu, the lady-killer of the land, the playboy of the village, and the womanizer of the kingdom.

“Mother, father, I am to take a bride that is good at sex. Invite the village’s men and women and tell them that I will choose a bride!” he ordered, as if talking to subjects below him.

“Mother will do as her precious prince wants.” The queen said, smiling. The king frowned as he crossed his arms, “Son, why men also, why not just the women.” He asked.

“Because father,” Bankotsu said, standing, “I am bi-sexual. I do men and women.”
“Oh, mother is not pleased!” the queen shrieked.

“How will we have an heir to the throne if it is not a woman?” The king asked, outraged.

“We can always adopt some kid in China. I am sure he would want to live a life as luxurious as this.” Bankotsu said, brushing off his father’s concern, “Now get me some men and women now! My patience runs thin!”

{--------}

In the village there was plenty of uproar about this ball. The women and men of the village were excited about the prince’s invitation.

“If you wish to get down and funky with the prince of this land, come to my sexy ball and have fun with me, the prince!” was the invitation.

“Oh how gracious the prince is!” one villager yelled praise. “Oh yes, yes,” another villager added.

“I think he’s a jerk.” One villager said. With a baby face, and shoulder length black hair he scoffed at the invitation. “I think I will be sick.”

This uninterested villager was Cinderfelli (AKA Jakotsu). He did not want to go to some ball and even if he wanted to, his sweet stepsister would never allow him to go.

“Come along Cinderfelli-chan, Haruko has bought some lovely dresses. Let us cosplay the night away! Hahahaha!” Haruko laughed brightly as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him off to their lavish little cottage.

Inside their cottage lived Haruko and Cinderfelli. Haruko thought Cinderfelli was just as happy as she was. Because they cosplayed together (she forced him), they ate dinner together (she forced him), and they even shared the same bed (she tied him to it). Haruko wanted to be with Cinderfelli forever and ever.

While Cinderfelli was irritated by Haruko’s mere existence. He wanted nothing to do with such an evil stepsister. She tortured him by forcing him to wear woman’s dresses; she fed him gruel, and tied him to a bed just so that he wouldn’t escape at night. He was trapped by this tortuous stepsister, and there was no way to escape her.

“Unless…” Cinderfelli thought, “I go to the ball and marry the prince! I can mooch off the prince and live a life of luxury away from my evil stepsister!”

After a full day of cosplaying, Haruko was busy in the bath after telling Cinderfelli sternly that he was not allowed to go to the ball, because the prince was a monster. Cinderfelli left to the garden, depressed that he could not go because he did not have fare for the fairy bus or any sort of fancy clothing. He really wanted to wear a white tuxedo by Christian Dior, but his evil stepsister only allowed him to wear clothes that she bought.

Cinderfelli sobbed softly while preparing a voodoo doll to curse his evil stepsister to the internal fires of Hell.

“Do not cry Cinderfelli-kun, I have come to grant your wish.” A voice said from the forest. A bright light shown, and standing near a weeping willow was a man wearing a black suit and shades.

“Is… it the IRS, FBI, Child Services?” Cinderfelli guessed as he stared at the man.

“No Cinderfelli-kun, I am your magical bodyguard.” The man with fire red hair explained, “I am here to escort you to the ball.”

“But I have nothing to wear and my evil stepsister will get in my way!” Cinderfelli said.

“That is why I am here. I am here to escort you to the ball.” The bodyguard said, “But I can only keep you safe until twelve this night.”

“Why not more time?” Cinderfelli asked.

“Because, I have papers to grade and I will not guard a brat all night.” He said.

Cinderfelli looked at his gaudy dress that was adorned in lace bows, “What will I wear?” he asked.

“This,” the bodyguard said, he said a silent chant and in his hands appeared a Christian Dior original. A white tux with a black scarf bow, and matching shoes, Cinderfelli gasped. “It’s lovely!” he shouted, taking the suit and hiding behind a tree to dress.

After he finished, he stepped from behind the tree, appearing gorgeous. More beautiful then any fair maiden or any prince, “You look good, Cinderfelli-kun.” The bodyguard said.

“I know.” Cinderfelli said, throwing back his hair, “It is Christian Dior.”

Just then a loud scream was heard from inside the house. It was Haruko and she sounded upset that she could not find Cinderfelli. “We must hurry, the bear walks close.” The bodyguard said, talking into the speaker in his ear. Clearly he was using bodyguard language, the bear being Haruko.

The bodyguard took Cinderfelli’s hand and rushed him through the forest, running to his hidden Lamborghini, pulled by white steeds. “Get in,” he ordered.

Cinderfelli got into the car and the bodyguard pulled out a gun. “Whoa,” Cinderfelli said, “I don’t want her dead!”

“Don’t worry it’s a tranquilizer.” He said, cocking the gun back.

Haruko broke through the woods and found the car. “Cinderfelli-chan, don’t worry I’ll save you!” she yelled, running towards the car.

Cinderfelli crawled over the seat to get away, “Shoot her!” he shouted.

The bodyguard did as told and shot, hitting her in the thigh. Haruko toppled over and lay motionless on the forest floor. “Everything is fine now, Cinderfelli-kun, I will take you to…” he stopped as his eyes widened, Haruko wasn’t unconscious, she sat up on her knees staring at them in a dazed state, breathing haggardly with her face red, her hands tracing the lines of her body, temptingly.

“What did you shoot her with?” Cinderfelli yelled, taking the gun from him.

“Ahh…Seems to be a heavy doss of pheromone.” The bodyguard said, with his hand busy loosening his tie. “I will have to sacrifice myself to keep her busy. Go Cinderfelli; go to the one you love!”

“…You planned shooting her with a pheromone didn’t you?” Cinderfelli said, giving the bodyguard a questioning look.

“No… clearly it was a mistake.” The bodyguard said; tossing the pleasure desperate woman over his shoulder and starting his stroll back to the cottage. “Don’t scratch my car!” he shouted.

“This s h i t is weird.” Cinderfelli said. He pulled the reigns, and took the car off break. He then guided the car out of the forest and off down the road to the kingdom.

{-----}

“I am not sexually tempted by grandmas!” Bankotsu said, sticking out his foot, holding back the masses of old, middle-aged women. “I want someone young and sexually active!”

“Sire, this woman claims to have been in a music video and this one seems to have been exposed to AV.” One of his subjects said, showing him two young women.

“Fine, fine, bring the AV woman to me, I shall inspect her.” Bankotsu said.

As the subject walked the woman to his chair, there was an announcement of a new guest. “Presenting, Sir Cinderfelli of the Village.” The man said.

Cinderfelli walked down the tall stairs and over to the refreshment table. Bankotsu was taken by this cute man. His face tempted the fiber of his being, he wanted to pounce on the small man and make him his.

“Get away from me,” Bankotsu said as he pushed the woman aside and jogged over to the refreshment table.

“Cinderfelli correct?” Bankotsu said, leaning on the table.

“Yup.” Cinderfelli said, pushing free shrimp into his mouth.

“Do you wish to live a life of luxury with me?” Bankotsu asked, straightforward.

Cinderfelli almost choked on his shrimp, “What?” he said.

“Live with me, be my princess,” Bankotsu said, taking Cinderfelli’s hand and passionately kissing it. “I want to take you, if possible, now.”

Cinderfelli blushed, “Prince-san, you’re teasing me.” He said.

“No, I am quite serious. You’re the type I like.” Bankotsu said, stepping closer to Cinderfelli so that he could brush the stray hair from his face. He then craned his neck over his face so that their lips barely touched. “You will, won’t you?” he said.

“Yes,” Cinderfelli said.

Bankotsu kissed Cinderfelli, and Cinderfelli moaned loud enough for the guests to hear. His sweet moans were music to Bankotsu’s ears, he felt hot all over. He detached the kiss suddenly, feeling unable to contain himself.

“You must put a restraining order on this woman though, before we get married.” Cinderfelli said, holding up a picture of Haruko.

“Yes.” Bankotsu said; he lifted Cinderfelli off his feet and away from the party. “To commemorate this blessed meeting we will have sex.”

“That was your ulterior motive,” Cinderfelli said.

“Yes.” Bankotsu said honestly.

“I pray for this relationship’s future.” Cinderfelli sighed deeply, “I do not wish to divorce you and get half of your accents.”

“That was your ulterior motive?” Bankotsu said, slanting a brow.

“Yes.” Cinderfelli said, also honest.

Inside the room, Bankotsu threw Cinderfelli onto the bed and began to unbutton his shirt, “I’ll make you never want to leave me.” He said, prowling over him.

“Am so scared,” Cinderfelli said, mocking him.

“You should be.” Bankotsu said, planting kisses over his chest, “I’ll break you.”

And Cinderfelli and Bankotsu made passionate love 23 times that night. Cinderfelli found out that Bankotsu was a sex addict too late and now his body is marked daily by his lover. And like Bankotsu said, Cinderfelli did not leave. A restraining order was placed on Haruko but she still gets into the kingdom daily, because her boyfriend is a bodyguard that works there. A kid from China was adopted into the family and he became the heir of the throne, but Bankotsu didn’t like his attitude toward gay marriage and had him assassinated.

Now the throne sits ruled without an heir, and most people don’t care because they like democracy anyway.

Cinderfelli lived happily ever after without Haruko and learned to love Bankotsu and his perverse ways. Bankotsu devoted his life to satisfying Cinderfelli and keeping him happy. The two lived happily ever after.

THE END


As you noticed, this is different; I did not add the glass shoes, or the three evil stepsisters. XD It was just one too sweet that she was evil stepsister, a bodyguard instead of a fairy godmother; I just took a whole new spin on this story. I hope you all enjoyed it. The last story is Alice in Wonderland, where Haruko will take the role of Alice, since Jakotsu was the lead Cinderella in this story.

That cinderella extra was just pure gold. xD

"Because I am bisexual father. I do men and women." I loved that line; mostly because I've have always thought (and always will) that Bankotsu is bisexual. To me, it kinda settles the big debate between the fangirls who argue whether Bankotsu is gay or straight.

Tomodachi Ojousama, two words best describe your "Cinderfelli" Update. ( I apologise, Saku for its over use.)

FLAWLESS VICTORY! ^__^

I agree with Saku about the Bankotsu matter. The way you have him telling his father the king that he is "Bi" should really close the matter for the fangirls (and boys of any (no offence)).


Jacrose: *blinks as he re-reads the story* :hilarious: Renkotsu firing off a pheramone dart instead of a tranquilizer dart!

Tyls: -_- That is kinda funny, Jacrose.. But Bankotsu Assassinating his adopted brat due to his views on gay marrages interested me.

All (all Whom I portray): O_O WHAT?!

(Note: For thsose that do not know.. Tyls is an AU Version of Sylt albeit stronger in casting magic, but weaker in Hand to hand (swordplay).)

Updatish soon?
xD

I dunno; I just can't wait for the next chapter.

It's late.. -__- I should be sleeping, but I decided to add the update for BanXJak. I'll add the RenXHaru update later.. ;snoozes;

O.O I was awake... -__- Zzzzzzzz..



Ch3 I love You

“Nee-san, did you know a substitute can be used in love?” The words that slipped from Jakotsu’s solemn tainted mouth, broke Haruko to tears. She held her mouth, unable to speak. “…What is this Ja-chan?” she asked, astounded, “A substitute for me?”

Jakotsu had told her the truth about his relationship with Bankotsu, because he could no longer be beside Bankotsu.

Not after what happened, he couldn’t force himself to lie any longer.

-Earlier that Day-

“You’ll come to my house today won’t you?” Bankotsu said, hanging over Jakotsu lazily, his hand clutching his shoulder.

Jakotsu nodded, “I’ll come.” He said.

“Then that’s great, I’ll see you later on then.” With that said, Bankotsu left the rooftop, leaving Jakotsu alone.

Jakotsu collapsed, as if a pile of weights had just fallen on top of his body, crushing him. He pulled his knees into his chest, “I can’t keep doing this.” He told himself, solemnly, but he knew he would go to Bankotsu’s house. He knew that they would have sex. He knew what would happen, but he couldn’t run away, like he wanted; because he loved him too much to stop.

“Ja-chan!” Haruko shouted from the exit door, “Himura-kun told me you’d be here! I wanted to tell you something great!”

She ran over excitedly, kneeling in front of him she placed her hands on his shoulders, “I made the bentou and sensei ate it. Look, here’s the container.” She showed him the empty container that only had a few grains of rice stuck to the bottom.

“Maybe he threw it away.” Jakotsu said, callously, but he did not mean it. He didn’t want to see Haruko’s face. Because his once warm heart would turn cold, and he didn’t want to remain frozen while hating her.

“No,” Haruko said, shaking her head, “He told me the taste was really sweet. But he still thinks am playing around… after he kissed me too.”

“He kissed you?” Jakotsu said.

Haruko blushed, “No, no, it just slipped out! Forget about it!” she said, feeling embarrassed. Jakotsu eyed her suspiciously; she did appear to have more color in her face. Maybe she wasn’t playing around as he thought. And with this realization, he felt envious of her. Jealous that while she was feeling and appearing so happy, he was miserably trying to convince himself that what he was doing was all right.

“Ja-chan, you don’t look well.” Haruko said, a concerned look on her face. She touched his cheek, and Jakotsu flinched, “Am not sick,” Jakotsu said, turning his head, “…Just leave me alone for a while, Haruko.”

Haruko retracted her hand, hiding her hurt expression with a façade, “Okay…Ja-chan, we’ll talk later.” She said, exiting the rooftop.

Now he couldn’t control his feelings. He felt horrible, that his other side had taken over. Jakotsu knew how much he meant to Haruko and yet he said those terrible things. He held his head remorsefully; even if it hurt, he would have to end it.

Later that day, as promised, Jakotsu found himself standing motionlessly in front of Bankotsu’s apartment door. Unable to knock on the door, unable to move, the door slowly opened and one surprised Bankotsu stood in the doorway.

“Jakotsu, why didn’t you knock?” he asked, motioning for him to come inside.
He did, he entered the dark apartment and took off his coat, choosing not to answer his question.

“Jakotsu?” Bankotsu said, placing his hand sternly on his shoulder to comfort him, “Hey, are you alright?”

Jakotsu brushed off his hand and ran into his arms, “I really…” Jakotsu started to say, confused at how he was behaving, “…just hold me.” He said, sternly.

Bankotsu held him as told, rubbing his back as he did. “What’s wrong Jakotsu, you’re acting strange.” He said, “We really don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to.”

Jakotsu lifted his head, “I want to,” he said, kissing him, “I really want to.” His voice sounded almost desperate. At first, Bankotsu was worried, thinking maybe I shouldn’t do this. But, Jakotsu urged him more, pushing him.

Slowly, Bankotsu unclothed him, vehemently laying kisses down his chest, he slipped off his uniform slacks, and pulled down his briefs, already, Jakotsu had an erection.

Jakotsu lay on his back on the bed, his mind a complete blank of what he came to do. He forgot his mission; he just wanted Bankotsu to hold him. He could feel Bankotsu’s cold hands touching his ****. Stroking it patiently, it was enough for him to moan out.

“I didn’t know you missed me this much,” Bankotsu panted as he rubbed his hand up and down his erected *****, “This makes me happy.”

Happy…? Jakotsu thought, he didn’t know if Bankotsu was happy doing a man. A lot of girls liked him, a lot of other handsome guys made advances at him, but he turned them all down for some game they were playing.

“Ahh…” Jakotsu moaned. His touch was slowly becoming unbearable, the guilt being felt at his fingertips every time he stroked at his fervent skin. He covered his face, sinking further into the charade he foolishly created.

“You can call out her name if you want to.” Jakotsu said, sane of thought, he uncovered his face and sat up, “You’re in love with Haruko right? It’s like role-play.”

At first Bankotsu was speechless, his face blank of any emotion. He was unsure on what to say. Would it hurt him if he called out Haruko’s name instead of his? This relationship wasn’t even real, but people have feelings and there are limits, he convinced himself, he wanted to know Jakotsu’s feelings. He was the one who approached him with this plan, this plan to make him feel good and ease his depression. What did he feel when they had sex? It was a game, right? A play to make them feel good and a perverse, yet addictive game.

Bankotsu pinned Jakotsu on his back, holding down his arms he easily entered him. The inside of him was tight and twitched around him; it felt incredible he thought, as he tilted his head back. His eyes dazed over with pleasure and satisfaction, he began to move within him. Gently and patiently, the creaking of the box springs, the hot breathes he exhaled, the moans that Jakotsu whimpered, simple pleasures that turned him on more.

He became more aggressive, ramming into him without breaks, without breathing; he could feel his own eternity within Jakotsu.

With trembling lips, he whispered, “Haru…ko.”

He thrust within him again, her name spewing from his lips, “Haruko… Haruko…”

Jakotsu thought he would break. His hands couldn’t reach for Bankotsu for support, instead he held onto the bars of the bed. It wasn’t his body he was afraid that would break, it was his heart. He could feel something cold overtake him as Bankotsu retorted his sister’s name, repeatedly. Those lips, those sweet lips he kissed often were calling out for his sister and not him, he was devastated.

But he could not feel hate towards his sister. He was the one who told him to call out her name, he was the one who started the game, knowing the rules and knowing that there would be no prize.

“Hyaa…” Jakotsu murmured; he couldn’t silence his moans. He wanted to cover his mouth, but he did not want his hands to disobey him by reaching out to Bankotsu to touch him.

“Hahhh… Ahh,” his body was disobeying his mental orders. He couldn’t silence himself; the feeling was too good to stay still.

“You can yell out all you want,” Bankotsu said before thrusting into him painfully, so robustly that Jakotsu’s body jerked upward.

“Ahh stop, stop it!” Jakotsu shouted, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Bankotsu’s hands reached behind Jakotsu’s neck and brought him upward, forcing Jakotsu to let go of the bars. He gripped Bankotsu’s shoulders, nuzzling his head into his shoulder.

“Pull out!” he shouted, his lips trembling. “Am so far deep,” Bankotsu haggardly panted, he pushed a final time into him, inching farther then expected. And once again, cumming into his partner almost instantly. Instead of waiting for his feeling of ecstasy to fade, he pulled out and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“You didn’t yell as much,” Bankotsu said, “I was a bit disappointed.”

“Don’t worry, this is the last time I will disappoint you.” Jakotsu said, with his eyes tearing up, “Am ending our game, it was fun, but I can’t keep it up.”

Bankotsu got up immediately with wide eyes, but was shocked to see Jakotsu crying. When he reached out to touch him, Jakotsu suddenly flinched and jumped from the bed. “Don’t,” he said, while struggling to put on his clothes, “…If you do, I won’t be able to walk away.”

“Why are you suddenly ending it?” Bankotsu asked, hurt, it was him who brought about this game to make him feel better. Suddenly ending it this way, for some reason his heart felt tighter then usual.

“You started this,” Bankotsu said, laughing as he lifted his bang, “I guess you can end it anytime you want.”

Jakotsu remained silent, even with his words stabbing at him like knives. He finished dressing and staggered over to the door as he always did after having sex with him. He would do the same routine, but since it was over, he could finally…confess to his sin.

“I love you, Bankotsu.” Jakotsu said, tears streaming abundantly down his cheeks, “…I can’t keep up, I thought this would be enough… but I guess it’s not. If it’s not mutual I can’t keep going.”

Jakotsu escaped, rushing out of the apartment building, leaving Bankotsu alone in his small, dark apartment. With a scent that lingered of his stale love, Bankotsu grabbed his jeans off the floor and searching his pockets for his cigarettes. With no luck, and drained of energy, he lay on his back, his eyes tracing the cracks in his ceiling.

“Out… of cigarettes,” he said, with closed eyes, “This sucks.”

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And after confessing, Jakotsu leisurely went home and confessed to Haruko to being her substitute. With his eyes red from crying, Haruko held him close to her heart. He could feel her warmth, her bosom cushioning his pounding head, “Shh Ja-chan,” she calmed him, “Don’t cry anymore…”

He stopped crying, feeling that she had forgiven him, even though she did not know of his crime. But when he envisioned meeting Bankotsu at school his eyes bubbled up, and his tears came again, Haruko stroked his hair, softly sobbing along with him. Feeling awful for not paying more attention to him, attending to him as an older sister was supposed to do, silently, she made a promise to make his love successful.

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-Next Day in School-

Jakotsu was in a slum, he walked with an ominous black cloud over his head that rained profusely over him. He couldn’t escape this black cloud. Just as he couldn’t escape the pain from losing Bankotsu. He was beginning to regret the decision he made last night. His body still remembered Bankotsu’s touch, and yearned for it, but he could not fulfill his selfish needs, because Bankotsu did not love him, and he did not want him.

“Kenjou-san, can you give this to Kenjou-senpai?” a girl with large brown eyes and curly hair asked, while pushing a bentou on to him. “I think she was in the calligraphy club room, am too embarrassed to give it to her.” the girl blushed as she shuffled her feet.

Jakotsu let out an exasperated sigh; usually he would push the bentou back at the sender and give them a lecture to not pursue anyone they could not confess to. But he was feeling depressed and wondered if Haruko would lend him her breasts again. Even though his head was pounding last night, he was able to relax his heart a little by listening to her steady heartbeat.

“I’ll give it to her,” Jakotsu said, leaving towards the calligraphy club room, “this once.”
Jakotsu reached the calligraphy clubroom; he reached for the door but stopped since he heard voices. It was Haruko and Bankotsu. Haruko seemed angry, and Bankotsu he didn’t talk much at all. He sounded depressed, but Jakotsu couldn’t take his tone seriously. He had to see his face. With a trembling hand, Jakotsu pulled back the door and caught a scene.

“Fuckin coward,” He heard Haruko spit at him, followed by a mean backhand slap to his unsuspecting face. Bankotsu held his cheek, unable to move his head from the position Haruko knocked it towards.

“Haruko!” Jakotsu yelled, stepping towards them, “What are you doing to him?”

Haruko faced him and this time, she was unable to smile. “That for me?” she assumed, taking the bentou from underneath his arm, “I’ll see you later, you guys have to talk.” She said. She quickly left from the room, creating an awkward silence between them.

“I didn’t know you joined the calligraphy club.” Jakotsu said, trying to make conversation.

“I joined today.” Bankotsu said, removing his hand from his cheek, “…I can’t seem to get it down.”

Looking about the scattered sheets of paper, Jakotsu was stunned; it was the first character of his name, ‘Ja’ all over the place.

“I keep writing the first character of you name.” Bankotsu admitted, turning to him, smiling, “I can’t write anything else. I can’t think of anyone else. It’s really…frustrating.”

He got red in the face; his hands pushed up his bangs and brought them back down. Jakotsu couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him, he was still confused…was Bankotsu that stunned that he liked him?

“I really love you.” Bankotsu said, dropping his hands from his face.

“What?” Jakotsu said, staring at him, “You…love me?”

“Yeah.” Bankotsu said simply.

He couldn’t believe him so easily, Jakotsu thought, turning his head, “What about Haruko? You always watched her and you said you got rejected by her but still like her. You can’t just lie to me.”

“I am not lying to you. You were the one I always liked.” Bankotsu said, keeping a stern face, “From the back… you and Haruko have the same structure. That’s why I keep staring at her. I never got rejected from her because I never confessed to her. I couldn’t confess to you because I was unsure of my feelings. It was new…liking a guy and all.”

“…But you called out her name when we were having sex.” Jakotsu said.

“You told me to call out her name. And since it was role-play, I thought it’d be okay… but I –I really wanted you to call out my name. I wanted to call out your name.” Bankotsu admitted, while pulling Jakotsu into his arms. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you, when you came to me about this game; I thought I’d be able to keep you beside me forever. But suddenly you left and I panicked, I really love you.”

“Me too,” Jakotsu sobbed, gladly, “I love you too.”
Bankotsu lifted Jakotsu’s chin with his finger and kissed him. Pushing his tongue through his sealed lips he licked at the sides of his mouth, the roof, down his throat, swallowing the spit he gagged up from choking on his tongue. Jakotsu jerked away, suddenly slapping him across the face.

“You dumbass, I can’t believe you took all this time just to realize your feelings. Am gay so am pretty sure I would have accepted your feelings.” Jakotsu ranted.

Bankotsu knocked his forehead with his, sighing deeply, “Yeah… I know it’s too lame. This goes against my character. And think about all the girls I turned down.”

“Bankotsu…” Jakotsu growled, frowning.

Bankotsu smiled, “But you’ll be my wife won’t you? I know how you are in bed. But can you cook?”

“I think I want to break up now,” Jakotsu said, pulling out of his arms and crossing his own, “I am starting to think you’re an idiot.”

“You’re realizing that now.” A voice said from behind the door, it slid open and in the doorway stood Haruko and Renkotsu. “It’s obvious he’s the type that thinks of uncool and cool before love.” Renkotsu commented as he tapped his book on Haruko’s head, repeatedly.

Haruko, standing with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face, growled “Just so you know, I won’t lose a second time to you blue-eyed beauty. If you make Ja-chan cry, I’ll be there to take him away.”

“Blue-eyed beauty?” Bankotsu said, pointing at himself, “She means me?”
“It’s a long story…” Jakotsu murmured, sighing.

“Do you have a sibling complex?” Renkotsu asked, staring oddly at her.
“Wait, no.” Haruko said, staring at him, “I just worry.”

“Well you seem to have worried me.” Renkotsu said, walking away.
“Wait Sawatari-sensei!” Haruko yelled, closing the door, “I really am serious about you!”

“I would ask what happened,” Bankotsu said, wrapping his arms around Jakotsu’s thin waist, “…But I really am not interested in that stuff.”

“Me neither.” Jakotsu said. Bankotsu initiated another kiss, this time without choking him.

Jakotsu couldn’t explain how happy he felt. His ominous black cloud turned away, leaving him with a solid blue sky.

End of Ch.3

Ahh we only have one more chapter with the JakXBan romance! T_T Sadly, I will miss writing of them. But lately I’ve satisfied myself with Sukisyo, so I am set on alter egos for now. The last chapter for them is Chapter five, and I cannot decide if I want to end it with a holiday or a date that goes terribly wrong. If I do a holiday it will probably be White’s Day or Valentine’s Day. Girl’s support Valentine’s Day, Guy’s do White’s Day… But knowing Jakotsu… >> He won’t care if he’s a guy; he’ll be the one to give chocolate. Ahh I don’t know, while am busy contemplating this, I have to ask if everyone enjoyed this. And if you did, am glad.

I also have an Alice in Wonderland extra to write and in my head it’s clearer then on paper. I think it’s pretty funny, so I’ll post it after I post Chapter four, so be prepared for that… I think I’ll add on one more extra, probably something unrelated to fairytales, maybe a parody of a movie? If I do write one of a movie, xD it’d probably be The Ring. I think I’d laugh my ass off if Jakotsu was some creepy kid coming out at me. I don’t know because The Ring is a pretty creepy movie in Japan… >> I actually hate watching it. But if I wanna laugh about it, picturing Jakotsu as a ghost and Bankotsu as the house sitter is just a hilarious thing.

xD Bankotsu called out Haruko's named during sex. I actually laughed at that part.

I don't understand how you could laugh at that. xDD.. I would be feeling so bad if my boyfriend called out someone else's name during such a intimate time.

>< Probably be pissed off too.

I just find that stuff funny though... somehow. But just for the fact that Bankotsu thought it was rule playing.

XDD I think I made him too oblivious to people's feelings. The last chapter, I decided for it to be Valentine's Day.

> > Well because Jakotsu isn't just going to wait till White's Day to give Bankotsu a gift. He doesn't care. XD

AW, this is so good. I don't normally read Inuyasha fics, but this is really good and well written. Yay!

I love Haruko. She's so awesome! I'm happy she's gotten together with Renkotsu. Don't ruin it for her! She need to be happy! D< RAWR!

Updation! Haruko and Renkotsu's steamy romance! Time's a go go!

Ch. 4
Please, Look at Me
(A/N: I loved writing this chapter. : ])

“Ne, Haruko, have you been hanging around Tetsu lately?” Jakotsu asked, while lying on his stomach, prompted up on a sofa cushion in the comfort of their three bedroom apartment. Haruko, sitting across from him nodded, “Yeah, Tetsu-san is a different guy then I imagined.”

“But wasn’t he one of the guys who tried to rape you? He was the stupid underclassman who was holding you down! Why are you speaking to a bastard like that?” Jakotsu asked, outraged.

Somehow, during the past few days, Haruko became solemn. She didn’t seem as giddy and energetic as last time she talked to him. Jakotsu supposed that things weren’t going well with Renkotsu. He never saw her so unlike herself over a guy. He didn’t have many encouraging words to give her. Things with Bankotsu were going exceptionally well, but he tried his best not to display his happiness around Haruko. However, Haruko could read him very clearly, it was no use denying.

Haruko scratched at her face, bashfully, “I don’t know why. But Tetsu apologized and he doesn’t hang around that bleached blonde idiot anymore. So I thought I’d be alright—“

“What happened with Sawatari-sensei, Haruko?” Jakotsu hit home. He was stern and serious. Sitting up, he glared at Haruko, giving her a mellow expression.

“…He avoids me, Ja-chan.” Haruko said, laughing gravely, “…I heard he went to an omiai (marriage date) with Touya Aki-senpai, and now he hardly pays attention to me at all. So I thought maybe I shouldn’t interfere with him anymore.”

“That’s not like you to give up so easily.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it, Ja-chan.” Haruko said, standing, “…He didn’t think I was serious about him from the start.”

“Haru—ko…” Jakotsu began, he stopped, his eyes quickly turned away from her. She was crying.

“I want him to be happy, no matter what Ja-chan. So don’t interfere, k?” she softly sobbed, covering her face with her hands. “…Don’t interfere with his happiness Ja-chan.”

Jakotsu couldn’t just let her give up, when she was so serious about a guy in so long. He hadn’t seen her cry for a long time, witnessing it again, causing a pain in his heart. It felt tight, restricted. He held his chest, as Haruko brushed past him and hastily sulked into her room. He couldn’t leave it alone. He remembered how she interfered when he thought his relationship with Bankotsu was done. It became stronger due to her meddling. Without it, Jakotsu knew he wouldn’t have the nerve to come around him anymore. He had a strong desire to prevent her unhappiness at any cost and he knew the perfect person to meddle and run his mouth without Jakotsu doing the job himself.

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“Neee, sensei, I have a question can you help me?” Bankotsu was in higher spirits as he briskly walked over to Sawatari Renkotsu’s desk and sat right on top of the table. He leaned back lazily, getting in the way of Renkotsu’s work. Renkotsu pulled off his glasses and glared at him, annoyed now, “What do you need help with?”

“Eh, know what, I’ll just ask my lover. He’s so smart at schoolwork. Hey sensei, do you have a girlfriend?” Bankotsu asked, lowering his brow in suspicion.

“Why are you being so meddlesome?”

“So you do! I heard you did an omiai with Touya Aki-senpai, is she your type?”
“I did go on an omiai with her. I don’t find her dislikable.”

“Ehhh! Everyone’s hooking up. My lover and I, Takage and Hino, Haruko and Tetsu,”

“What?” Renkotsu said, leaning off his seat, “What did you say?”

“Hino and Takage?”

“No, after that.”

“My lover and I?”

“That was before. Are you playing around with me?”

“Oh, Haruko-senpai and Tetsu-san? You’re not worried right?” Bankotsu said, a small grin on his face. He would get a special treat from Jakotsu for doing so well. “She’s been happier lately.” Bankotsu sighed. He got off Renkotsu’s desk, and waved him off, “Bai bai sensei!”

Walking out of the teacher’s lounge, Bankotsu missed the flash of anger in Renkotsu’s eyes as he clenched his fist tightly. The teachers had left long ago for break, and he intended to get some work done. But now, all he could think about was Haruko. And for some reason he felt incredibly irritated.

Bankotsu caught Jakotsu in the corner of his eyes. He smiled triumphantly, like a puppy that did some great trick for the first time. “Where’s my treat?” he asked, his peripheral tail wagging. Jakotsu smiled and pat his head affectionately, “Yes, yes, I have a treat for you.”

Catching his hand, Bankotsu stared into his eyes, “…How about we just skip the rest of the day and go back to my apartment, ne?”

Jakotsu blushed furiously, “No…we skipped yesterday. I have to stay today.”

“But I keep hearing you moan inside my head from the other night. I want to do it so badly, can’t we?” Bankotsu asked, his eyes drilling holes in Jakotsu’s slim waist, neck and eyes.

“No means no, Bankotsu.” Jakotsu said, sternly.

“Let’s kiss then, I’ll be satisfied with that.” Bankotsu gave an innocent face, “Come on no one’s watching.” He tugged on Jakotsu’s arm, pulling him close to him. “No, Bankotsu you always take it too far!” he struggled.

“But you want it too.” Bankotsu gave a suave smile, sending Jakotsu’s heart into uneven rhythms.

Jakotsu’s lips trembled as Bankotsu slowly craned his neck, leisurely delaying their passion, he was getting closer. Just an inch away, and –TWAT- Haruko’s notebook slammed into the side of his face. The force so ominous that he released Jakotsu and fell on the floor.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Haruko asked, her voice dark and menacing.

“Kissing my lover.” Bankotsu pouted, getting off the floor he snarled, “Back off onee-san, he’s with me.”

“How dare you! It’s Haruko-SENPAI to you!” Haruko thumped him on his forehead and the two slapped at each other’s heads until Jakotsu broke them apart.

“Cut it out you two!” Jakotsu yelled.

“If it’s Ja-chan.” Haruko smiled.
“Only cause you asked me,” Bankotsu said, scratching his head.

“If you’re going to skip,” Renkotsu began, clapping his notebook on the back of his neck, “Do it somewhere…else.” His words lingered as his eyes met with Haruko’s unsuspecting emerald orbs. Her smile faded from her face instantly, her lips trembled and a look of loneliness intermixed with fear crept over her face. Jakotsu tugged on Bankotsu’s arm, slowly inching away from the scene. Haruko felt Jakotsu’s presence leave her side, she turned her back quickly, “Ja-chan wait!” she shouted, her eyes wide with panic, “Don’t leave me alone with him!”

Something broke within Renkotsu’s being. He snapped upon hearing her last words. He thought she was serious about liking him. But hearing the development of her new relationship, it only pissed him off more. She didn’t know what he went through that past week. What he felt, what he wanted—he found her unbearably selfish.

He laughed, understanding the situation. His laughter echoed throughout the empty hallway, causing Haruko to turn and face him with swelling eyes.

“Let’s talk, Kenjou.” He said, combing through his hair with his fingers.

“I don’t want to.” Haruko protested.

“What’s going on between you and Tetsu? Isn’t he the boy who held you down in that classroom incident?” This wasn’t what he wanted to ask, Renkotsu mentally stammered, his expression appearing desperate. What was happening? He asked himself, he couldn’t calm down.

“Why don’t you worry about Touya-senpai?” Haruko said, meekly.

“That’s none of your concern!” he lashed out.

Haruko shook, “Then don’t worry about my relationship then!” she fought back.

“What…” Renkotsu stalked near, snatching her wrist in one swift movement, “Relationship?”

“Let go of me!” Haruko struggled, yanking her arm violently, Renkotsu held her wrist tightly, forcing her into the teacher’s lounge room. “Stop it, let go of me Sensei!” she screamed. Renkotsu closed the lounge door and locked it with his spare key. Haruko backed away from him, her body trembling violently. She was trying to forget about him. She was trying so hard to forget about him, and now, she was alone with him. Her heart was pounding like mad.

Renkotsu reached out and grabbed her wrist; twisting it behind her back he pushed her down, chest forward, onto his desk. He bent over her, grabbing her other hand; he held her bound with only one of his large sturdy hands. He loosened his tie, and wrapped it tightly around her wrist. Renkotsu never did something like this, it was unexplainable his actions, but he no longer cared. He was enraged by this girl. She made him feel things about her, and then she went off to some other guy! Fuckin ***** he thought, holding his head. He was hot, his face flush red, panting breathlessly, suffocating, what she was doing to him was suffocating him. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

With one of his hands holding her down, his other hand slowly traced her inner thigh. Haruko’s body shuddered, “What are you, don’t, please don’t,” she stammered, closing her eyes shut.

“Why?” Renkotsu said, his hand slipping over her pert ass and slim waist, “Tetsu’s done this. I can’t?”

His voice sounds cold, Haruko thought, did he really love Touya so much that he forgot about her. She couldn’t bare it. No matter how much she denied it, she still loved Renkotsu so much. Why was he so hung up on Tetsu, she was just friends with him. They barely met each day, it didn’t make any sense. A strong thought crossed her mind, “Maybe…he hates me.” She thought, her eyes tearing up.

“Please,” she begged, “…let me go.”

Renkotsu’s neck snapped and for a moment he stared down at her back. Let her…go? No, he wouldn’t do that. She had her chance to be selfish with his heart he thought, he’d get what he wanted. He’d make her want him again. She couldn’t possibly understand; she couldn’t possibly get what he underwent during that week. He couldn’t look at her without his heart jumping out of his chest. Ever since he kissed her, he’d been messed up. Why, he asked himself, why did I let myself…get this hurt. Now, she was trembling underneath his stern grasp, he could hear her softly sobbing, she moved on so quickly to someone else. He couldn’t bear it.

“I won’t let you go.” He said, his voice was meek, it sounded week. This wasn’t like him at all.

“Please,” she said, softly. She was unable to see his face, his expression. Because of how he had pinned her to the desk, all she could see were papers and scattered staples.

“Ah,” she let out a low moan; she could feel his hand crawling underneath her panties. One of his fingers pushed its way inside her. “Ah!” she shouted, squirming around on the desk. Her knees felt weak, her body was overheating, “Don’t!” she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks and saliva leaking from the sides of her mouth. She didn’t want him to see such a hungry expression on her face. She didn’t want him to know how much she wanted him. She never went all the way with her first love, but she imagined doing so with Renkotsu, but now, he hated her to the point where he wanted to punish her, She was convinced that this was his intention—punishment for interfering with his happiness, disturbing his life.

Renkotsu pulled out of his finger, a languid and dazed expression of desire on his face. He licked his finger hungrily, tasting her, quickly wanting more; he forced two fingers into her this time. Her juices flowing over his hand, he could feel her vagina sucking in his fingers, hot and constricted, tight, he would feel so good within her he thought, but now that she tossed him away and got herself a new boyfriend, he would never have that experience.

“Ahhh!” she moaned out, her hips moving against him. She kept her head down, her look too robust, too needy and wanting, she couldn’t keep her mouth closed, her heavy dribble almost choking her and her tears abundantly flowing from her swelling eyes. “Haah, pleeease… stop,” she moaned, her hands twitching.

Her moans were far too sweet; her voice was enchanting him to do more. He pulled in and out of her, making her cum almost instantly. He could hear it slowly dripping onto the floor, her knees caved, and slowly she slipped from his grasp and onto the floor. “I didn’t even do anything serious.” He said, taunting her, he held her up, his fingers fully removed from inside of her. He slowly tilted her chin towards him to get a look at her face.

She stared at him, her eyes barely open, her face red, and tears still pouring from her eyes.

It was too painful to look at. “Don’t look at me with those eyes!” he shouted at her. Haruko trembled within his tight grasp, her body intolerably hot and bothered—why did he punish her this way? She wanted to know, her heart couldn’t slow down, she couldn’t open her mouth. But her eyes continued to tear the words she couldn’t say.

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The next day in class, Haruko looked dead. Whenever Renkotsu’s eyes crossed with hers, she avoided. His heart pained, “Look at me!” he wanted to scream, “Damnit look at me!” Once class was over, she rushed out of the room and disappeared among the other students. He stared at his hand, her warmth still lingered. He wanted to touch her so badly that he couldn’t concentrate on his lessons. A hand clasped his shoulder, he looked up, hopeful that it was Haruko but it turned out to be Touya Aki.

“Have you been talking with her?” she asked, her nails practically impaling him.

“I haven’t.” Renkotsu said, turning back to his work, “I went to that omiai with you to keep the kiss between Haruko and me secret. Don’t think you don’t have dirt either.”

“What dirt?” Touya grinned, her lips curving, “I can’t possibly be dirty.”

“That incident with Haruko, you were the one who planned it.” He said, swiveling his chair to face her, “All I have to do is threaten those kids a bit and they’ll turn you in to save themselves.”

Touya frowned maliciously, “Don’t do something stupid. I’ll ruin that girl. I’ll force her out of this school.”

“I won’t let you.” Renkotsu said, his eyes lashing out violently at her, “You made me keep away. But, the more you push me, the more I’ll feel threatened to expose you.”

“You won’t.” She gasped.

“I will.” Renkotsu said, grinning, he pulled a manila folder from his desk, “I did.”

Touya grabbed the folder violently, opening it her eyes widened, it was statements from the students she hired to ruin Haruko and force her out of school. “I’ll just burn these. It doesn’t matter.” She said, taking the folder under her arm.

“I have copies.” Renkotsu chuckled, “You think am stupid to give you the only copy.”

“Damnit.” Touya cursed, “What do you want?”

“For you to leave Haruko alone.” Renkotsu said, “I’d be good if you just resigned from this place if possible.”

“Damn you, Sawatari.” Touya grumbled; her hand in her mouth, “You can’t protect her forever.”

“I vow…to do that.” Renkotsu said, rotating his chair back to its original position and his eyes back on his work. “Now get going.” He said, “I don’t want to see you, again.”

Touya hesitated at first, but she bit her lip and left the lounge as told—her plan failing miserably.

Renkotsu dropped his pen, leaning back on his chair he sighed heavily, he wanted to see Haruko’s smile. Even if she got a new guy and left him, even if she played around with him. He gripped his shirt, his breathing becoming haggard, “Ahh,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with lust, “Am so messed up.”

After two hours or so, he was unable to grade anything. The only way to move on would be to tell her his feelings. Right after school, he took a look through the student files and found Haruko’s address. He’d have to see her.

“I love you.” He said to himself, practicing his confession, but his face grew red and he covered his mortified expression with his hand. “****, Japanese men don’t say such things.” (>>;; It’s so true. >< So stubborn!) He growled. His heart pained again, he hadn’t seen Haruko smile in a while. All she did was cry when she saw him. He thought maybe he should leave her alone. But then he’d never get over it without telling her his true feelings. It was strange, Haruko used to always chase after him. Now he was the one chasing after her. He chuckled, “I’ve fallen.”

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At Haruko’s apartment building, it was clarified in the form that she lived with her younger brother, since both parents were overseas. He’d have no problem facing her now.

As he climbed up the stars, he caught a glimpse of her. He felt like he was chasing after a ghost. He ran up the stairs and caught her wrist. “…Haruko*” (He’s acknowledging a close relationship with her. Saying someone’s first name means intimacy and can also mean a close bond.) He panted. Haruko shuddered, “…Why are you here…Sensei?” she murmured. He forced her to face him, but her eyes refused to meet with his.

He gripped her shoulders, “Why won’t you look at me!” he shouted, pained at her cruelty. “All you do is avoid my eyes! Am I that unappealing to you!” he yelled, his hands shaking.

Haruko stared at him, as he wanted, and slowly, tears leaked from her eyes. Gradually the bitter drips slid down her cheeks. “You were the one… who told me not to look at you…” she softly cried, her eyes unblinking, unnerving, ripping Renkotsu from his principles. From everything he ever believed in. He wanted to be with her. He wanted her. Why, why, he mentally screamed, why do I always make her cry?

“Whatever you tell me…” she cried, “…whatever you tell me to do, if it’s Sensei, I’ll do whatever it is. I’ll do anything just so that you won’t hate me.”

“Hate…you…?” Renkotsu murmured, staring at her. He never hated her; it was he who thought she hated him.

“I’ll put up with the teasing, and the bullying, the rumors, everything!” she shouted, clutching his shirt, “…please, Sensei don’t hate me anymore!”

Renkotsu felt a depressed look creep across his face, he grit his teeth; she never hated him after all. He kissed her, hushing her tears, hungrily he nipped at her mouth, until they both found themselves on the ground, clinging desperately to one another.

Panting deeply, with his fingers locked with hers, he kissed her forehead affectionately. “Is your brother home now?” he asked, desire already devouring him whole.

“I don’t know.” She said, hiccupping, her hand still clutched tightly to his shirt. Afraid it was a dream, afraid he would just disappear at any moment.

“Spend the night…at my place.” He said, helping her to her feet.

“Okay.” Haruko murmured, embarrassed and anxious, her face a faint pink.

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Haruko was able to take a shower, and even the golden privilege to wear one of Renkotsu’s dress shirts. She rolled around in his bed, taking in his scent, her body becoming hot just from the faint smell of his cologne. She brought her knees to her chest and held them, closing her eyes; she felt that everything was perfect now.

Renkotsu wanted her to spend the night at his place.

“We might do it…” she whispered, blushing. She rolled about the bed, giggling in delight. But she was afraid that he would think of her as a lewd type of girl from her hungry expressions. I’ll have to hide my face, she thought, nodding along with the plan.

Haruko heard the bathroom door open, and Renkotsu’s footsteps, her heart pounded loudly in her chest and her breath got caught in her throat. He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes tracing the fine lines of Haruko’s mature body. Standing in nothing but briefs he blew smoke into the air from his cigarette. He took two more drags and exhaled, his body relaxing. “Kid, do you know why you’re here.” Renkotsu asked, with his hand on her thigh.

“Am not a kid!” Haruko shouted, sitting up. She snatched the cigarette from Renkotsu’s hand and took two long puffs from it. Holding the smoke in her mouth, her eyes widened, making her look like a bug. She choked and coughed out the smoke, her eyes watering. Renkotsu snatched the cigarette from her and nipped it before throwing it away.

“Why do you always look at me like am a child, Sensei?” Haruko asked, her eyes still tearing. Renkotsu was taken aback. The way she was postured on the bed with her legs slightly open, her hands firmly gripping the sheets in front of him. His shirt hanging off her shoulders, her hair still wet from the shower, rosy skin, a pouting face—he pinned her down on the bed. Alarming her into awareness, “Sensei…” she murmured.

“Damnit…” he cursed; his face red, he panted breathlessly, his hot breathes making her shiver. “You make me want you so bad.” He said; his tone, seductive.
“I’ll tell you why you’re here.” He said, with his hand gently sliding her body to the head of the bed. “I want to make love to you,” he said. He then buried his head in the curve of her neck, “I want to break you,” he said, kissing her, his tongue sliding up and down her skin, causing her to moan out loudly. He let out a deep growl, “I want to tear you apart until you beg me to love you more.” He said.

He captured her lips, kissing her, taking her lips as if they were his only meal of the day. He devoured her, sucking her mouth, curving his tongue inside, pulling all the saliva from her mouth until she gasped out for air.

He was anxious, tearing the dress shirt from her body he gazed at her breasts, admiring their size. He sucked on her nipple until it turned red. He nibbled at them both, alternating skillfully between them. Haruko sucked on her fingers, “Ahh…Sensei,” she moaned, “…it feels…so good.”

“I’ll make you feel even better.” he said. Using his teeth he pulled off her panties and tossed them on the floor. But her body tensed when he gripped her thighs to open them. “…Haruko are you…untouched?” Renkotsu asked, feeling a bit happy that he would be the one to take her virginity.

Haruko blushed, “…Yes,” she murmured meekly.

“I’ll try to be gentle.” Renkotsu said, his hands pressing on her thighs, “Try and relax your body.”

“Okay…” Haruko said taking a deep breath, she relaxed, and Renkotsu pulled her legs apart with ease. He crept over her, kissing down her pelvic bone. “Ahh!” she screamed out, her body shuddering. Haruko sat up, anxiously; she wondered what he was doing. She bit on her fingers, her face flush, “…Sensei,” she whispered.

Renkotsu positioned himself over her wet clit and opened his mouth wide, looking up; her caught Haruko’s concerned eyes. “Itadakimasu*” (*thanks for the meal XD Go Renkotsu!) he grinned before closing his mouth, taking Haruko into his mouth. She tasted so sweet, pure, his tongue licked at her clit, wiggling and twisting. Haruko began to paint wildly, “Ahh! Sensei!” she screamed, falling back on her back.

“You taste so good, Haruko,” he murmured between slurps, “…I want more of you.”

“Ahh! Haaaa! Sensei! My body…” she panted, clutching the sheets, “…It feels so weird.”

“It feels good doesn’t it?” He said, lifting himself from her wet, and twitching clit. She nodded ineptly, “…You make me feel so good.” She admitted.

“Keep your legs open like that.” Renkotsu instructed. Haruko sat up, her back up against the backboard of the bed, she watched as Renkotsu pulled down his briefs, his **** hard and erect. Haruko stared at it, she wasn’t really experienced with sex, but she wondered how he would fit that into her.

Renkotsu crawled towards her, pulling her close to his erected **** by her thighs. Renkotsu kissed down her chest, around her neck, and a wet kiss to her lips. She tasted her own taste on him, it enticed her.

“It may hurt.” Renkotsu said, positioning his **** in line with her pulsating puss y. “But try to bear with it.” He said. Haruko nodded, trusting him to take care of her.

He slowly inched the tip of his head into her, and she flinched, feeling a sharp pain. “I am going to push a little more in.” he said. Haruko closed her eyes, holding onto his shoulders, Renkotsu slid himself slowly within her.

“Ahh! It hurts! Sensei it hurts!” she screamed, crying, “Pull it out! Pull it out!”

“I’ll make you feel really good.” He said, “…I’ll also feel good, so bear with it some more.”

Haruko shook her head, denying any sort of pleasure. “No, no!” she yelled.

Renkotsu slowly inched farther into her. Haruko’s nails dug into his skin and he grit his teeth at how tight she was. “Ahh…” he moaned, “…you’re still so tight… but ugh… it feels…so good.”

With a quick, strong thrust, Renkotsu was able to push himself into her entirely. Haruko drooled eagerly, her eyes dazed over in pleasure. Such sweet pain, her body felt so tender, she wanted him to make her feel even better.

“My, my,” Renkotsu grunted as he began to patiently move within her, “…such a lewd expression.”

“Am…Ahhhhh… sorry Sensei!” she screamed, her hands wrapping around his neck. Renkotsu’s hands firmly rested on her waist. “Move with me…” he moaned, leaning forward he pushed her on her back again. Renkotsu moved within her patiently until Haruko’s body met up with his speed. He enjoyed her expression. It made him want her even more.

“…Ahhh,” Renkotsu moaned in her ear, “…Don’t let anyone every see such a lewd expression. It can only be me.”

“Y-y-yes Sensei!” she stammered, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes barely open and face crimson red. He was aroused by it so much that he became aggressive. He pulled out, and thrust back into her robustly, each time causing her body to shake uncontrollably.

“Sensei!” she screamed, “…don’t ahhhhh!”

“What?” Renkotsu pretended not to hear, “…I can’t hear you.” He groaned, with his hands firmly around her waist. His nails impaling her sides.

“I love you!” she screamed, “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Renkotsu covered her chanting declarations of love with his lips. Biting her lips, and sucking the sides of her mouth, drinking up all her affectionate words.

“Love me more, Sensei!” she cried out.

“As you wish,” Renkotsu murmured, pulling out and thrusting deep within her, reaching farther, a hot, tender tightness closing in on his ****. Choking him, but he was in sweet pleasure; he could feel Haruko becoming one with him. Her hips melting into him, her hands entangled in his red, wild hair. “Call out my name,” Renkotsu moaned out.

“Renkotsu!” she yelled out, cumming afterwards. Renkotsu pulled out, not wanting to cum within her he came on the sheet. Haruko was unable to move from her position, her orgasm overtaking her like a tornado, leaving her stranded. Renkotsu licked the sides of her neck; he noticed the love bites he put on her. He marked her up pretty well. Her pelvic area was purple, her neck had red marks and her breasts had little nips and scratches. She looks so sexy, he thought, giving her body a one over, makes me want to do it again.

He licked his hand, tasting her cum in his mouth.

“How do you feel?” Renkotsu asked, kissing her passionately from her neck to her lips.
“Sleepy…” she moaned, leaning onto him. Renkotsu took her into his arms and carried her into the living room where they lay on the sofa.

“Sensei, why didn’t you come inside me like how they do in AV?” Haruko asked.
Renkotsu’s face turned beet red, “I wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t want to get you pregnant.” He said, scratching his head. Amazed the girl had such courage to say something so straightforward.

Haruko nuzzled up to him, kissing his neck before shutting her eyes. “I don’t mind… having Sensei’s baby…” she murmured.

“Don’t say things like that, idiot.” He said, kissing the top of her head. “Ne, Haruko,” he said, feeling that this was the perfect time to confess his feelings to her.

“I love you,” he said, he tightened the embrace, “…I love you so much, it drives me crazy.”

But Haruko was unable to hear that touching confession, she had fallen asleep beforehand. Not hearing an answer, Renkotsu stared at her sleeping face, blushing, “Idiot,” he whispered, holding her protectively, “…Don’t sleep when someone’s confessing their love to you. Do you know how hard this was for me…?”

Haruko moved about in her sleep, and Renkotsu rubbed her back, calming her.

“You can be very inconsiderate sometimes. You missed out on a great declaration of love.” He said, thumping her nose, “Once in a lifetime, my love.”


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Beautiful! My favorite! ^ ^ Hope you enjoyed their hot, steamy love! Two more chapters to go! Yay! And thanks Mia (because you hate your username) for the comment. XD I am glad that you like Haruko. And yeah, she found her happiness. Finally.

Prepare for the Valentines Day special chapters!

Sonic and Jacrose: O_O HOLY SHARDS!

Sylt and Shippo: *blinking* What happened.

Sonic: *coughs* Nothing that two young youkai such as yourselves should worry about.

Jacrose: Keh... Yeah.. you'll both learn about stuff like this when you ar in Jounior High.

Sylt and Shippo: *gasps* -_- We missed that stuff again?!

Sylt: -_- Man.. I wish I was old enough to read that blanked out text.

Shippo: Me too.

Matsuo (dark Hearts): *dragging both young youkai back to the more kid friendly fan fics* Not until you both are 13 or older may you read that text, you two. So for now you'll just have to put up with some of the other more PG and pg 13 fics here.

Shippo and Sylt: Aw man. *sulks as they are being dragged away*

Please update when you may, Tomodachi Ojousama. Your fanfictions are as wonderful as ever! ^^

Aw! I love it! I was so mad at Renkotsu when he tried to rape her. Ugh, I felt bad reading it, but I was very very happy with the end! And of course I love Haruko! She's amazing! ^.^ Can't wait for the next chapter.