Desire

Guess what!? Its ANOTHER yaoi fanfic! Please note: this one is quite... aggressive... noncon, really...
Its based on a picture I found on a Japanese website with a bunch of other fan art and a lot of OvanHaseo goodness. If you want the URL, ask, but I warn you, IT'S IN JAPANESE and I can't link you straight to the picture.

Also, Haseo is in his Xth form in the picture, and I just love the picture so much that he gets to keep it (and the guns are convenient for the story line), even though the story takes place BEFORE Ovan activates the Rebirth. After their first fight (at the end of vol 2), but before the Rebirth, but he has his Xth form. Got it? Good.
Warrings: Yaoi, noncon, Ovan (yes, "Ovan" is a warning. Ovan has been known to cause extreme fangirl obsessiveness, confusion, comas, and the writting of yaoi fanfiction. It's illegal in 49 of the 50 states.)

Disclaimer: I'm not even sure if I want to claim ownership of this particular fanfiction... I love it, but I'd DIE if any of my friends or family (other than my sister) read it. Needless to say, I don't own the characters. I just derive amusement from making them do inappropriate things to each other.

Also, if anyone cares, I got the name from translating some of the dialog provided with the wonderful picture.


Ryou sighed, dropping his school bag on the floor and turned on his computer. He quickly went to grab a snack while his computer booted up, but he wasn't really hungry. He just needed to do something, anything, to keep his mind off of a little while anyway.

The older man had sent him an email that he had received on his phone during school, simply telling him to come alone to (Sigma) Immersed Crime's Paraphrase as soon as he got home from school. How he knew that Haseo was at school at the time, or even how he knew that Ryou attended school at all, was a mystery. But it didn't surprise him. Not at all.
He considered not going, but he knew he had to. The lost ones hadn't waken from their comas yet, and he was sure Ovan was the key to bringing them back. Hopefully he'd get some answers this time.

So he sat down at his computer, slipped on the M2D and logged on. Almost immediately Atoli noticed that he logged on and sent him a Flash Mail asking if he'd like to go on a quest or something with her, but he declined and set his status to Busy to avoid any distractions.

He warped to the Sigma Server and proceeded to the area Ovan had specified.

As expected, he wasn't waiting at the dungeon's entrance. It would have been more odd if he was standing there, waiting like a normal person.

He scowled, but instead of dwelling on it, he quickly made his way through the dungeon until he found an anomaly. He then used the hacking program given to him by Pi and wasn't surprised to find himself warped to an outer dungeon.

Leave it to Ovan to wait in a place that shouldn't even exist, yet expect to be found.

Without much difficulty, he tore through the Outer Bugs until he reached yet another anomaly. Laughing bitterly at Ovan's odd desire to make things much more complicated than they really needed to be, he hacked it once again and found himself teleported to a large white room.

There were no walls that he could see, and it seemed that the white was boundless, stretching in all directions. In front of him were stacks of hundreds of books and a strangely out of place chair just sitting there. There was also what appeared to be small pond sitting in the center of a giant Tri-edge sign.

Haseo frowned at the glowing red lines. He knew the truth about Ovan and Tri-edge for a while now. After he found out, he was absolutely stunned. He found himself hating Ovan, not only for PKing Shino, but for lying and using him. The next opportunity he had, he fought Ovan with the intent to destroy him, just as he demanded.

Later, he realized that it wasn't hate exactly. He felt that he should hate him, that he should kill him, perhaps in real life even. But he simply couldn't.

"Haseo..." a soft voice called from behind. He would never forget that voice that had led him through so much, even if he wanted to.

"Ovan!" he yelled, spinning around. His eyes widened when he saw that the large, weird cylinder thing was gone and the Tri-edge arm jutted from his shoulder.

"Come here, Haseo."

He found himself complying without even thinking about it nor considering the consequences. It was a strange power Ovan had... the ability to be obeyed without question.

He stood just in front of the older man, just a foot away or so. Blood red eyes met calm blue through a thin layer of yellow-orange glass. Ovan's eyes were calm while Haseo's swirled with anger, betrayal, and a thousand other emotions he couldn't--or wouldn't --name.

He felt Ovan's hand on his face and jumped slightly, staring at the appendege as though he had never seen one before.

Not only was the fact that the older man was touching him odd, but the fact that he could actualy feel it. In the real world.

He was only supposed to be able to feel pain inflicted when attacked by AIDA or an Avatar. Even thoug Ovan was an Epitaph User, it shouldn't have been able to feel it.
He glanced back up at Ovan's face, finding him wearing his usual screative smile.

"Ovan... tell me what's going on... Tell me why you called me here! Why you PKed Shino! Why you won't trust me!" he cried.

The older man quickly leaned froward and wrapped his left arm around his waist, pulling him closer in an embrace of sorts. Haseo tried to pull away, but couldn't. He really didn't like the fact that the AIDA arm was just inches from his face, was freaked out that he could actually feel his arms and chest, and he was afraid that given the chance, he'd stop fighting and just stay there forever in his restraining embrace.

"Tell me... do you trust me?" he whispered into the young rouge's ear.

"I... I did," he replied, realizing that he couldn't lie. "I trusted you so much, and then you betrayed me... you betrayed Shino and lied to me. And you keep leaving me when I needed you most..." he clutched the light blue scarf in his hands.

"Forgive me. I needed to assure that you would become stronger."

"And now? Am I strong enough for you yet?!"

"No, I am still here, am I not?"

Haseo's eyes narrowed. "You..." he jerked away, but didn't get far before Ovan grabbed his arm, twisting it painfully behind his back.
He gasped, caught off guard by the pain that he shouldn't be able to feel and by the shock of Ovan actually attacking him like that.

"I cannot allow you to leave."

Haseo scowled. "Yet you're allowed to leave me whenever you felt like it? You're allowed to use me and abandon me whenever?!" He struggled against his restraint. "LET GO OF ME!"

Ovan suddenly let him go, letting him stumble forward. He quickly pulled out his twin guns, aiming them at the older man.
"I do not wish to fight you, Haseo. Not yet."

Haseo scowled. "Fine. Then I'm leaving!"

He attempted to warp out, but it didn't work for some reason. He tried again and again, unsuccessful each time.
"This place is called The Creator's Room. It, like our epitaphs, has a strange power to connect our characters and our consciousness," he whispered. "That's why you can feel. Why you cannot leave."

"Wh-what?"

"You don't truly wish to leave, thus you can't."

"You... why did you bring me here!"

He didn't answer, just began walking toward him.

"Ovan..."

The older man suddenly kissed him. It was rough and demanding, but Haseo found himself too shocked to move. A large hand tangled itself in his hair, pulling him closer.
But when he tried to deepen the kiss, Haseo suddenly pulled away. His hand flew to his mouth, his eyes wide and afraid.

When a gloved hand reached for him he jumped away, aiming one of his guns at the older man.

"Are you rejecting me, Haseo?" he asked with a trace of amusement.

"...this is all just a game to you, isn't it? And I'm just another pawn..." he muttered, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, no, Haseo. You are so much more than that..."

Haseo shook his head. "You're just using me! And I'm sick of it!"

He pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into his chest. But, even though it knocked him back slightly, it had little effect on him. Not a gasp nor a change in expression. A thin line of blood dripped from the wound. "Blood? That's new..." he thought.

Before he could react, the AIDA arm swung at him, knocking the gun from his hand. He couldn't summon a new weapon because suddenly Ovan was knocking him back with his bayonet, cutting deeply into his stomach. He screamed as he fell, landing on his back with Ovan looming over him.

He conjured his second gun, but didn't get a chance to aim it before the AIDA arm attacked again, cutting through the gun and peircing the palm of his hand. The gun, now destroyed, vanished. The hooked blade went all the way through his hand and dug into the floor, pinning his arm over his head. He screamed again, voice cutting through the endless white.

Ovan pinned his other arm with his normal right hand and pinned his lower body by straddling his hips.

"Ovan... please..." he whispered. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to become stronger, Haseo. Strong enough to resist me. Strong enough to destroy me."


I think I'm going to make a second chapter, maybe even a few more. It depends on what you people, my dear readers, think.

I've never written anything so violent even though I've always liked it...

Uh... please review?