Me: Ello Governas! This story has been in my head for awhile and i just had to write it.
Setsuna: I can't do this...
Konoka: Don't worry, Setsuna. *smiles* I'm glad it's you that's doing this.
Me: *sits in chair with megaphone* touching. Really touching.
Mana: Uh-huh. So eh...why are those two all romantic?
Me: Well, I've always wondered about writing more...mature themed stories.
Mana: What do you mean mature? You have a teen rated fic and the rest are rated m.
Me: *nods* yeah, but that isn't what I meant. Like the more sensitive topics.
Kazumi: *pops up out of nowhere* He means rape kiddos.
Mana: *Gets pissed* YOU! I'VE GOTTEN ENOUGH OF YOU IN THE LAST FANFIC!
Kazumi: *sighs* Back to the tree...
*kazumi jumps in tree*
Mana: *runs under tree* BARKBARKBARKBARK!
Me: Well Mana, I knew from the start you were a bitch! *hits symbol*
*crickets chirp*
Me: Damn you cricket from Disney! Anyways, Yes, this is a RAPE fic.
Konoka: It's not rape if I like it. *kisses setsuna*
Setsuna: Mhm.
Me: DAMN YOU ALL! NOW WE HAVE TO TAKE UP TWO CHAPTERS FOR THIS THING.
Everyone: sorry...
Me: *rubs temple* As I was saying. This is a rape fanfiction. It WILL end well! but this is a tester. only a small piece of the one i have written (not finished) which is 10 pages already. If you like it let me know.
She lay in bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. The alarm clock sitting on her oak bureau red 4 o'clock in the morning. She had no business waking up this early. Yet she did. There were lots of things she didn't have any business doing, but she did them anyways.
Her name was Setsuna Sakurazaki; a student at the Art institute of Kanto. Setsuna lived alone, in an apartment just outside campus, close to the woods where she would exercise early in the morning. She took a deep breath and broke her staring contest with the baby blue ceiling, her favorite color. The girl shook the blanket off her, revealing the batman briefs and tank top barely covering her skin. She rolled off her bed, landing on nimble feet, and headed for her dresser. Still half asleep, she avoided the light rolling into her room, taking the longer way to the white dresser. Pulling her dresser open in a swift movement, she pulled out a pair of tan cargo shorts and a black shirt, to change into.
Setsuna tucked her clothes under her arm and walked back over to her bed. She was a calm girl, cool, collected, very smart. A strategic girl. She bent over, knee digging into the carpet, and fumbled around until her finger tips found what she wanted. Cool leather hit her hands, as she swung her hand to the left. A small smile slipped to her face as she extended her arm further and snagged the leather covered item. Setsuna pulled her arm from underneath the bed and sat on her silken sheets. Excitement growing, she looked over the small leather bound journal in her hands. The same coffee colored leather book with a light brown book mark sticking down from the pages. She took a minute to rub her hands over the leather again, then cracked the journal open. Setsuna smiled, took a peek at the clock, and began to take her clothes off. "Dear journal," she read aloud, "I suppose I should be writing in this to keep me sane. But I've passed this mark long ago. I could go on about my past and all the other things wrong with me, but why don't we get to the point? You know my darling Konoka? The one with the pretty hair..the pretty everything? Of course you do, but in case you forgot; Konoka Konoe. I met her when I was 7, when I lived in Kyoto. I fell in love with her instantly. I am her guardian, but perhaps the closeness involved and my love for her has mutated into something else. The idea came to me the other night, her and I had just watched a movie, a movie that had sparked this idea. Journal, my friend, I am going to rape her. I'll plan more thoroughly later." With a satisfied smirk, she closed the book, the clapping sound it made resounded through her apartment in an endless echo. She yawned and slipped into her workout clothes, taking care to grab her sword leaned against the door. "Today is the day, Konoka. You'll be mine in a way you can't even imagine." Setsuna said, tossing the book over her shoulder as she walked out of the door. She locked it, being extra cautious today, and made her way down the hall and down the stairs and to her regular spot.
"Today's a great day." Setsuna grinned, as she stepped into the damp grass and broke off into a jog towards the woods. As Setsuna ran, rain drops splashed onto her eyelashes and rolled off as new rain drops took their place. The air was cold, not surprising since it was early January. The cold didn't bother her much, her lungs drank in the cold air and turned it into raw energy. She was a winter child. But, Konoka wasn't. The chocolate haired girl hated the cold., she preferred the warmth of summer time. Which was a good thing for Setsuna.
The dark haired girl jogged along a well know path by fellow runner and athletes. She rehearsed the events that would go on today quickly. "At approximately 4:30 I'll meet Tucker somewhere along this path. Then he'll give me what I need and I can prepare for tonight. I'll mix it in with wine and let it sit for later. Then I'll be making a trip to the heat complex of this building. I'll cut off the power in apartment 230. And it'll be game, set, match."
Her heart pounded with excitement as she spotted a dark, shaved head coming her way. Setsuna made her face go blank, focused on what was past Tucker. "Well, the little fucker came." Setsuna's inner voice rang out, obviously pleased. Setsuna kept her face blank, focusing on the pounding of her feet as they hit the icy ground. Tucker swerved to the other side of the path, out of Setsuna's way. He was a african-american man, looking to be late in his forties, wearing a gray jogging suit. His hands were in his pockets, his eyes to the sky, and he looked almost bored. Tucker was a short man, about a foot shorter than Setsuna herself (she was almost 5'11"). From the corner of her eye, Setsuna saw the small man nod, and jog at a faster pace. Setsuna too nodded, and picked up the pace. The trees disappeared at a slightly faster pace, her long, unbound hair flipped back with the wind generated. They were about 5 meters away from each other. Slowly, the distance whittled down to a foot. Tucker's hand popped out of his pocket as they passed, a small bottle slipping from his finger tips, past Setsuna and into the brittle grass. The short dark skinned man took off running at full speed, pumping his arms furiously, as if nothing had happened. Setsuna continued for a few more feet, before stopping, almost as if she forgot something. Another person came around the corner towards Setsuna, the reason why this transaction had been planned this way. Quickly, Setsuna fumbled around in her pocket, feeling for some imaginary item. "Oh shit.." Setsuna mumbled, back tracking to where Tucker had thrown the bottle. She bent over and snatched the vile up, filled with a purple liquid, engraved with the golden letters 'Cantarella'.
The other person slowed and began panting heavily. It was a man with short light blonde hair, about 6 foot, with blue eyes. "Forget something?" He chuckled lightly, watching Setsuna slip the bottle into her pocket. Setsuna let a laugh escape her lips, "Yeah. I don't know what's wrong with me, Mr. Johns." She was a little hesitant, trying to remember the man's name. Eventually, she recognized her professor on religion at Mahora academy. "Call me David, Setsuna." He said, beginning to walk. She tagged along since he was heading in the direction of her apartment. Setsuna nodded. David coughed and felt for his pulse. "Would you still like to come with me to Acapulco, Mexico this summer? I believe Konoka is going." He asked, his face showed that he was somewhat pleased with his heart rate. Setsuna's mind froze. Konoka? She shook it off, thrusting a hand through her hair, "I'll more than likely go. I haven't really been anywhere like that before." She said, wishing she had a hair tie. For the rest of the jog back, they chatted aimlessly, talking about the price, what they would do while they were there.
Finally, Setsuna waved good bye and went back to her apartment. Her muscles throbbed, she was lightly covered in sweat as she walked up the stairs, but she showed no signs of real fatigue. She passed doors the many apartments, and finally passed the one that sent butterflies flapping around her stomach. 230. Setsuna paused, eye brows furrowed in thought, gripping the bottle in her pocket. She sighed, knocked on the door sharply three times with her knuckle, and backed away from the door. Moments later, the door opened to reveal an obviously happy Konoka. In a flurry of movement, Setsuna was attacked and thrown to the floor and smothered with hugs. Setsuna laughed, grinning brightly, "Okay, Konoka! Get off me before you wake some-STOP! Konoka, no, don't, you're gonna make me slobber everywhere!" Setsuna choked out between laughs. She futilely tried to fend off her attacker, but she was only helping the delicate fingers reach the tender spots of neck and her belly. Finally, her tormentor got off her, smiling happily. "Sorry, Set-Chan. Are you hungry?" Konoka asked, still sitting on the floor. The faintest of rumblings shot through the air, the owner of the sound squirmed and placed a hand over their whining stomach. "I was hoping you were cooking today." Setsuna smiled, rubbing to quiet the rumblings. Konoka giggled, hopping to her feet, pulling the swordswoman with her. "Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll have breakfast for you." Konoka suggested, placing a kiss on the darker haired girl's cheek. Setsuna blushed, reeling back with her hand on her cheek. "W-wh-wh-why?" Setsuna stuttered out, blushing a darker shade of red, as she watched Konoka wink and disappear into her apartment.
Me: Shit. I really can't stick to one story.
Mana: We've alllllll noticed now!
Setsuna: *comes in shaking* hey. How are you guys? I'm fine. Yeah yeah. I'm fine.
Me & Mana: *thinking* what the hell...
Setsuna: *walks over to picture on the wall and tilts it* is this straight to you guys? Yeah yeah. Is it straight now?
Me: What is that on your nose...
Setsuna: Huh?
Mana: There is a white ring around your nose...
Setsuna: *freaks out* AHHHHHHH!
Me: Oh my lord. She's on crap...
Setsuna: *passes out on floor*
Me: AHHHHH! CALL THE POPO HOE!
Mana: *slaps me* 1. I am not a hoe.
Setsuna: *sits up* 2. it's only sugar. *grins*
Me: You guys are assholes...
Mana: we know.
Setsuna: Well folks, how did you like this tester? Are we posting the rest of this fic up? *whispers* please say yes...
Me: *does little growls thing* Somebody wants some hot, rough, bow-chicka-wow-wow.
*Everyone sits in silence*
Mana: Should we get Konoka and a camera to record a sextape for setsuna?
Kazumi: Yes. We should.
Me: Um. Imma wait out here. I gotta...my...
Mana: What?
Me: I gotta poop! Okay! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
Setsuna: Dang...well remember to let us know if you like it and review.
Everyone: Bye!