Disclaimer: I don't own YuYu Hakusho or Familiar of Zero - You really think I would name my character Louise something, yadda, yadda, ya etc if I did own Familiar of Zero? Heh. Fuck no. I'm working on getting the rights to both franchises tho. I got a brilliant poker-face so maybe beating Togashi and a member of Yamagushi's family in a game of poker might work.


"Can you manage professor?" Louise asked in an uncharacteristic tone of dismay, her tiny arms wrapped securely around the much larger body of her superior. Timidly gazing up into the concentrated frown of the injured veteran, the pink haired wizard could not will away the torrent of glint that washed through her being.

'This is all my fault.' Louise internally realized, shamefully turning her face away from Colbert's before he could cast his judgemental gaze upon her, 'If I hadn't of been so selfish… if I hadn't of been so needy… if I hadn't of let that hussy's petty taunts go to my head then I-.'

"Yes, Miss Valliere. I'm fine. I thank you for your concern." Colbert said impassively, skilfully bottling up his emotions even with every step he took up the pattern-styled staircase. Contrary to any normal society, the inside dimmed hallway of Tristain Academy was lit by torches powered by fire generated via the use of magical power.

The symbolic train representing Louise's internal monologue was forced to a screeching halt by the calm, yet kind reassurance of the one she was assisting up the stairs. The utopic-seeking man slowly turned his head downwards to give Louise a polite, yet pained smile.

Startlingly, Louise twirled her head upwards in the direction of Colbert in surprised concern.

"Class has already been dismissed. Why don't you return to your dorm and recuperate from your own…" The guilt of his own inadequacy to protect his student ate at Colbert's peace-yearning soul, making him hesitate a touch in his suggestion. "..Injuries," He sighed, "I believe it would benefit you greatly."

"Oh, you mean this?" Louise murmured, instinctively trying to look at the spot on the left side of her cute face emitting a surge of pain through Louise whenever her cheek so much as wrinkled. Carefully moving her fingers toward the hideous lump basically growing on her face, Louise bit back a shriek and hastily drew back her hand from her face.

"I-It's fine! You see!" Louise said in forced pride, putting on a smile.

Colbert eyed his student empathetically, the sense of culpability in his system growing so heavy he felt his knees buckle a bit, 'What a grievous wound Mr Urameshi has inflicted on his,-' A flash of the supreme devil himself was disturbingly triggered in Colbert's mind at that instance.

'And if you even think about calling this bitch my 'master,' so help me god I will-.'

As if a defence mechanism was kicked in Colbert forced the last remains of his unpleasant encounter with Mr Urameshi in the deepest, darkest ends of his already tormented, hardened mind, not wanting to contemplate what the vengeful man would've done to Louise had Colbert himself referred to her as his master.

The massive bruise on Miss Valliere's face spoke volumes. The known professor would love nothing more but to admit he was excessively exaggerating the scale of vileness of Miss Valliere's discoloured mark. But he knew he couldn't. It was purple with hints of black shaded in the centre. Its size was lofty, with its four spherical edges reaching cringe-worthily close to Louise's earlobe, eye, mouth, and chin. It even had its own pudge as if it was growing a head of its own.

It truly blemished Louise's otherwise flawless, sulky countenance.

"You have a strong-will, Miss Valliere," Colbert complimented gently, "One I readily commend, but you do not, however, have to place all the blame on your shoulders. Allow me to carry that responsibility. It would be a sin for me as your superior not to."

"But it was my fault!" Louise said persistently, looking shamefaced at having spoken back against her superior. Mumbling an apology while gazing at the steps below their feet, Louise went on to explain in a dignified manner befitting of a noble of her status, "How I meant to plead my case regarding the arrival of that… monster," She trembled, "-Is that It was caused by my spell. If anything, I adamantly insist I, Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière, be held accountable for my actions."

"That won't be necessary," Colbert insisted firmly, feeling guilty. The last thing the suffering cherry-blossomed haired girl needed was to be scolded for owning up to an event her own actions were responsible for.

"But why?" Louise whined voluminously before sighing softly, "Forgive my impudence but I'm afraid I will have to strongly stand my ground."

"Oh Miss Valliere," Colbert whispered in a sad tone.

Sure, it was quite admirable of the wizard-in-training to bravely insist on facing the consequences of her actions, especially in a world plagued by the horrors of war - a subject which symbolized the key sealing away the abhorrence hidden deep inside of the kind-hearted, peace-pursuing man - But that kind of unspeakable burden on the shoulders of a young woman was ludicrous to say the least.

It wasn't right. Countless naive young folk had courageously recounted Louise's honourable speech, but very few actually came out better for it in the end. In fact – the vast majority of them were unprepared for what they had foolhardy pledged their all into, and came out traumatized as a result, most likely because they spoke with their hearts, and not their minds.

"Do you even know what you're signing yourself up for?" Colbert quipped with a stony expression on his visage, merely softening it once he took in Louise's blank expression, "Exclusion." A look of dilated recognition flashed across Louise's features, making Colbert sigh, "The act of attacking one's superior even if done by one's own familiar usually calls for the master's exclusion. In any other case I would have been forced to expel you, Miss Valliere."

"If that is what must be done," Louise murmured with a look of resignation on her bruised face, "Then I accept full punishment. I fear it won't be much but it's at least a start to restoring what little remains of my honour."

"I cannot allow that."

"Eh?" Louise blinked, "B-But I don't understand? You kindly supplied yourself that the master will be held accountable on behalf of its familiar's actions," She said, "Well, I, as it's familiar, will not run away from the consequences deserved for the detestable deeds my familiar's committed!"

"As honourable as that may be Miss Valliere, I cannot hold you responsible for the heinous crimes Mr Urameshi himself has committed," Colbert said earnestly, noticing he and Louise were nearly at the top.

"Forgive my ignorance in the matter, but I can't interpret the meaning behind your decision sir," Louise admitted quietly, yet respectfully, casting a distressed gaze downward, "Why must I be treated to special circumstances? It was my spell which led to the arrival of that monster, and, with grace, I fabricated an eternal bond with him. By the rules it decrees that the master must be punished on behalf of its familiar's misconduct."

"Oh Miss Valliere, as admirable as your intentions may be, I fear it only implies Mr Urameshi has no free will of his own," Colbert said, receiving an utterly vacant expression of incomprehension from the girl by his side, "The idea of enslavement was what stimulated Mr Urameshi's act of rebellion in the first place." The bespectacled man shook his nigh-bald head in a solemn manner, "Doing so after having first hand witnessed the unfathomable amount of sheer power Mr Urameshi has in his possession would be suicide!" Colbert divulged with an odd, but not unbalanced mix of equalled rancour and dismay, a bead of sweat rolling down his visage.

Louise fearfully gaped up at her superior, her mouth opened, but nothing but air came out. She was raised to strictly think of familiars as a noble's tools, nothing more, nothing less. What the tool did, the owner did just by association. No tool would ever be held responsible for its own actions. Such a concept was unthinkable.

…Then again a familiar instantly rebelling against its chosen master was unheard of to her knowledge.

She supposed in an annoying sense all this fitted onto her given moniker, the Zero, seamlessly.

Her fellow wizards-in-training were just going to eat this up, especially Kiriche. Louise the infamous zero can't control her familiar. There would be no way out of it. The bruise on her left cheek was proof of her inadequacy as a mage.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to own up to crimes you haven't committed," Colbert continued more sternly, noticing Louise looking down. He stopped once the duo had reached the second to last step, making Louise halt in her advancement as a result and turn to look inquisitively at him.

"Hopefully now you have a better interpretation behind my reasoning of holding only Mr Urameshi at fault Miss Valliere," Colbert said kindly, putting on a smile.

Looking up at her superior in a hesitating manner, Louise reluctantly nodded her head and turned it on the path ahead, dilating her eyes at a sight that gave her terrified pause and turned the temperature of her already lukewarm blood icy cold.

"Excellent." Colbert said approvingly, disregarding Louise's surprised expression for a moment. "Then we may resume on our course to lor-." Although once Colbert shifted his head to look at the room preoccupied by the headmaster, he also paused. "Can this be?"

A shiver of fear ran up Colbert's spine.

"Oh no," The glasses-faced man whispered, immediately forgetting about his own injuries to surge straight into the office of his lord.

Louise gasped at Colbert's inexplicable recuperation, fighting with gravity to remain her balance lest she fell. Having her arms so abruptly thrown off of a much taller and heavier person had disturbed Louise's balance. Luckily, she regained it by clumsily grabbing onto the railing.

"Wait for me Professor!" Louise yelled with pink-tinted cheeks, taking off in a very short sprint into the office. The second her feet even made it halfway through the doorway of the headmaster's office she backed up with a horrified expression on her face. "No way."

The scene the aspiring wizard bore witness to was a concept she confidently thought she would never even dream of, nightmares and all. Quite frankly, even her nightmares were far less terrifying in comparison to what she did stood trembling at. They were utopic, but this, this was truly the devil's playground on an unknown - usually peaceful - territory, Halkeginia.

The only way the pink-haired young woman could describe the unmitigated devastation of the unfortunate office was to frantically explain a tornado had collided into its boundaries. The workroom was encased by spider web-like cracks; splinters of a former book shelf were wedged into the cratered wall on the far left; the windows on the other side of the entrance was simply no more, with the remains falling lifelessly on an immobile body, making it all the more apparent the once proud office was nothing more but a pitiful wreck of its former-self.

"Lord Osmond!" Colbert shouted desperately, galloping over to the stationary form of an elderly man, bypassing all the splinters and fluff that decorated the destroyed room.

"Headmaster!" Louise quickly followed suit.

"Please tell me if you can speak my lord," Colbert pleaded, kneeling down to take the white-haired elder's head behind his arm. Once he would tilt Osmond's head back, he and Louise would gasp, completely petrified at the state the highly respected veteran was in.

Even regarding the blood that stained Osmond's hair, his damaged cheekbones were by far the worst injury he had on his person. It looked as if Osmond had his face ensnared by a snake's otherworldly clutches, though one could distinctly tell a person had gripped Osmond's face with so much extortion they had literally engraved a hand print across his face.

Four finger-marks were on the left side of Osmond's face, a thumb-print was printed on his nose, and a massive palm-copy of an obvious heavy-handed person was smudged on Osmond's right cheekbone.

"Headmaster," Louise sobbed silently, tears streaming down her face which she turned away from the disfigured old man, her wounded conscious disabling her to stare at Osmond any longer.

"Lord Osmond," Colbert whispered sympathetically, gently rocking the elder in his arms, a method to not only keep from aggravating Osmond's already grievous wounds, but also to see if he was conscious. When the bespectacled man felt movement in his arms, his eyes dilated and he gasped in relief, "Lord Osmond, please. You must tell me who put you in this condition."

Of course Colbert had an idea who exactly was responsible for mercilessly brutalizing the renowned wizard, he simply wanted to get confirmation before he begun pointing fingers.

The white-robed, equally as white-haired man slowly opened his eyes, earning himself a timorous hopeful look from the distraught Louise, "I-It w-was," He barely managed to stammer in a painstaking fashion, shakily raising his hand.

Colbert predicted what Osmond was going to do, and saved him the effort by taking his wrinkled hand in his, "Please. You may save your strength if you find it too arduous to speak my lord," He insisted while Louise worriedly clasped her hands together.

Osmond repeatedly opened and closed his eyes, trying to remove the tunnel vision out of them in doing so, "Y-Your concern is touching," He complimented, audibly breathing in and out in a futile attempt to recuperate himself, "However such compassion is a non-compulsory redundancy," He hacked up blood violently.

"Lord Osmond/Headmaster," Colbert and Louise cried out simultaneously, the latter dropping onto her knees to rest a delicate hand on the injured headmaster's chest.

"Please do not feel you have to overtax yourself for our sakes," Louise begged in a quiet, sad tone, "Especially after what you've been forced to endure." An image of a devilish smirk flashed in Louise's mind, making Louise crinkle up her face in bitterness, 'I'm sure it was him, that, that, that monster! Has he no honour?'

"Miss Valliere," Osmond said softly, mustering up a smile at the bruised-faced young woman by his side. When the pink-haired wizard turned to him with a worried look, he took a moment to sneakily admire her delicate visage. Oh. If her body was just a bit more mature he certainly wouldn't mind groping her.

Now wasn't the time for that however.

"It pleases me to see you have survived your own concurrence relatively unharmed my dear," Osmond said approvingly, feeling sorry that Louise's otherwise adorable countenance was blemished by the heinous wound on her face.

"Y-Yes, I did," Louise hesitated, feeling she had no right to complain about a minor mark on her face when two of her superiors had arguably received the shorter end of the stick.

"My lord, do you happen by any chance remember the one who carried out this despicable exploit?" Colbert probed lightly, watching Osmond carefully remove his eyes from Louise's distinct guilty countenance to monitor the cracked ceiling above his head, his deep, but slow breathing still very much audible.

"Yes, I do," Osmond intoned in an empty voice omitting his usual jest and happiness, "Actually, it's something I would gladly surrender all of my treasures and valuables to forget ever happened," Louise took in a sharp, audible breath of air, covering her mouth with her tiny hands, believing it was worse than she thought.

Colbert nodded, feeling his lord shake in his arms with a terrified expression on his white moustached and bearded face. When he would again open his mouth to speak he would do so in a spooked, ghostly manner befitting of the colour of his hair, "I am, however, ill-fated to remember his name, his unspeakable malevolence, and most of all the transcendent strength he carries," Louise shivered.

Colbert felt his blood run cold and his arms began to tremble.

"Y-You may proceed if you are willing my lord."

Osmond nodded slowly, his terribly bruised-face frozen in a horrified expression.

"He referred to himself as…"

Chapter Two of the Walking Terminator of Hell

Devil

May

Rule

"…Yusuke Urameshi... the devil who will take ascendancy over Tristan Academy of Magic."

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(Elsewhere – Location Unknown – With Yusuke)

Yusuke coincidently shot up in full on alert mode.

"Who the fuck's there?" He commanded with an ill-tempered expression on his face.

Picking up no distinct energy signatures other than his own massive one in the darkened room he currently resided in, Yusuke nonchalantly shook his head, "Musta been my imagination," He mumbled sleepily, too tired to care about talking probably, "Either that or someone's talkin' about me. Meh. Whatever floats the boat is fine by me."

Throwing his head back onto the pillow on the king-sized bed that would be his for the remainder of his stay in this world, Yusuke heaved a heavy sigh of barely suppressed irritation, "Tch. Who did those motherfuckers think they were really?" He asked, spreading out his arms and legs to resemble a star, "Don't know how they figured me or anyone above C-class would just conveniently be content to accept being forced into slavery."

As far as Yusuke was concerned, that was the textbook definition of a familiar. Their quote-on-quote "master" apparently didn't have to pay a fee to their "Familiars," yet still had full authority to tell them what to do? Now if that wasn't the fundamental definition of slavery, then Yusuke didn't know what was.

One thing he knew for certain was that he wasn't just going to passively accept his situation lying down, especially when his mother could be worried sick about her son's random-ass disappearance.

Despite his comfortable room of spectacular opulence he had obtained with pure force and an underlying threat he wouldn't be afraid to carry out if necessary, Yusuke just couldn't relax. Even thinking about that luscious green-haired broad that had shown him to his temporarily rent-free room couldn't lull Yusuke's mind.

Every time he shut his eyes he pictured his mother, mourning his strange disappearance, along with the rest of his friends, even Hiei to an extent showed his own distinct despondency to the fact that he would never see his friend again.

With an angry snarl, Yusuke hastily sat up on his massive bed fit for a god, (or devil would be the more plausible description for himself), swinging his legs off of the side and onto the floor with his bad-tempered expression not diminishing as he shifted his head around the darkened room.

Goddamn. It was so boring. The futuristic-like young man was starting to believe with each passing second he lingered in this ancient world that it was more Hogwarts-esque than it appeared to be, and that wasn't just because it basically had a Dumbledore of its own as its (temporarily relieved) head honcho.

Electronics that existed in his world were utterly scarce in the Hogwarts-esque world, consequently ensuing the omission of TVs, which was an annoyance of Yusuke all on its own. In his previous location when he had been bored, he could always depend on a good, kickass Kung-Fu film to pass the time. But here? Those privileges were revoked just by association with the omitted electronics.

The missing electronics really blown for Yusuke since beside his desire to assure his mother and friends of his safety, the urge to jump up and slam on his Nintendo 64 was bugging him like no one's business.

Just pondering what he was going to do for entertainment made him even more worried than he already was. Truth be told, Yusuke wasn't exactly sure how long he could stay in this world without being driven to the edge of insanity from sheer boredom. He hadn't even spent an entire day in this dimension and already he was bored out of his skull.

Just needing something to do, Yusuke ended up scouting the area for his requested meal, relieved to find it virtually outside his door in the arms of a person with a microscopic reiki-signature.

"Finally, some grub," Yusuke said, shooting up to his feet.

Like the green-haired lady had demonstrated for him earlier on Yusuke clapped his hands, triggering the candles to light up his extravagant room, "Handy," Yusuke commented with a wry fanged-smirk on his face, ambling over to the wall-crafted door.

Gripping the handle, Yusuke easily swung the door open, not at all surprised to find a beautiful black haired young woman dressed in a maid outfit standing with an extended hand and a surprised expression on her adorable face. Alright. The beautiful maid part of this scenario surprised him. The tray containing his meal, however, didn't.

"That mine?" Yusuke eagerly asked with a hungry gaze at the tray in her hands.

"Uh," The maid hesitated, nodding slowly, "Hmm-mmm."

"Jackpot." Yusuke said whimsically, smoothly relieving her of the tray in her hands, ignoring her blankly blinking face.

Moving over to the brown desk opposite to his king-sized bed where a distinguishable black book laid, Yusuke placed the tray atop it, slotting himself underneath the desk whilst rubbing his hands, "Oh boy, they really know how to treat a guest around this joint huh?" He joked, eyeing his lobster-course dish with a gleeful gleam in his eye. He even had a classy bottle of wine next to his dish.

Score.

The black-haired maid giggled at his antics, catching his sincere attention of interest. Though she misinterpreted his inquisitive expression and ended up offering him an apologetic expression, "Oh, I'm sorry," She said in a sweet-tempered tone, "It's just that you looked so innocently amusing I couldn't help but laugh. I really hope I haven't offended you, sir."

"Meh. Think nothing of it lady," Yusuke said with a grin and a rub underneath his nostrils using his index finger, somewhat pleased to discover not all residents in this Hogwarts-esque dimension carried with them a pompous aura. He could be wrong about Louise though. She at the very least had a distinct shy-demeanour that was buried amidst the pile of condescension that seemingly dominated her personality.

"Siesta," She clarified with a graceful smile that almost melted Yusuke's heart.

'Damn,' Yusuke reflected with an admiring gaze. Taking a moment to allow his eyes to thoroughly drink in every last detail of the beautiful young lady, Yusuke was undeniably impressed, from her short crop of black hair that fell to her shoulders, to her cc-cup breasts, and lastly, her soft blue eyes.

She was quite the woman to admire.

Deciding lovestruck mode was over, (the) Tristain Academy's newest and strongest warrior came out of his stupor, "Name's Urameshi," Yusuke almost surprised himself at how professionally neutral he sounded in his introduction to Siesta despite basically ogling her like a rabid fanboy, "Yusuke Urameshi," He still stayed legitimately calm even when emulating James Bond.

"That's a… interesting name," Siesta heedfully admitted with a wary expression. After all, she would like to stay on the good side of the man who Miss Longueville referred to as someone to be treated with the utmost respect.

"Heh, I've heard," Yusuke said with some gaiety, positioning himself on his wooden chair in a way where he could face Siesta but still face his meal, "Seeing as I ain't from around this dimensional dwelling I suppose it's only natural anyone from here would find my name strange. Hell, pinkie couldn't even pronounce it without making a damned fool out of herself."

"Oh, you're not from around here?" Siesta said, processing the implications of Yusuke's casual admittance, "I take it you were summoned by Miss Valliere. Correct?"

"…Yeah. Her," Yusuke clarified with a deep, low baleful growl, eliciting a small yelp from Siesta who took a precautionary step back away from the young man possessing vindictive-tendencies. Seeing that he had unwittingly frightened the young maid, Yusuke cooled his expression, offering Siesta a half-hearted comedic explanation, "Louise of the overly long-ass name summoned me to repress her and the rest of the stuck-up douchebags of "nobility"."

As Siesta was in the process of giggling at Yusuke's quip, she stopped without warning, taking in Yusuke's half-hearted smirk as factual evidence that he meant what he said and was proud of it, "Oh, you're serious?"

"Yep," Yusuke confirmed with a swipe of his nose using his thumb, "It sounds funny 'cuz it is. The nobles are all about to receive a taste of their own medicine," He placed his arm on the back of his chair, emanating an offend aura, "They're about to reap the consequences of their actions, summoning a pissed off combatant worth his salt who won't put up with their shit."

Siesta stared, her mouth open slightly in agape. Never in her life had she met a simple commoner not of this world as audaciously visionary as Mr Yusuke. To be honest, it sort of filled Siesta up with the slightest bits of hope that a super-powered commoner had risen to stand up for the little guys like her and her step-father.

Unfortunately, she had lived too long under the rule of nobility to believe such a foolhardy dream would ever come true.

"That's very nice, Mr Yusuke," Siesta softly complimented with a rueful smile, "I believe it's nice for us to have hopes and dreams, but you really shouldn't say such things out loud so impulsively."

Yusuke calmly dismissed Siesta's warning with a wave of his hand, "Ptff, yeah right. Who's gonna stop me? I've already systematically dealt with the chief-wizard of this place without even breaking a sweat. As far as I'm concerned that gives me free rights to do whatever I want."

Siesta's eyes dilated with a multitude of shock and incredulity, yet for moments on end she neither dared to refute Yusuke's claim nor applaud him for it. She just stood, standing with a blank expression on her face just outside of the doorway leading to Yusuke's bedroom, hoping above all else that the "starry-eyed" young man would reveal his claim as some cruel joke to install false hope in her.

"Heh, I get it. Take it just anyone defeating the wizard sachem around here must sound like an incredibly farfetched story, enit?" Yusuke questioned with a wry fanged smirk.

"No, Mr Yusuke," Yusuke frowned at the young woman's blunt refusal, watching her adamantly shake her head, "I would really appreciate it if you didn't take me for a fool," Wiggling a mildly chiding index finger, Siesta deepened Yusuke's frown, "It's all fun and games to declare you're going to rule the academy, but it's another matter entirely to make serious allegations like that," Siesta looked down with her hands clasped above her waist. "As nice as the prospect is of a fellow commoner overthrowing lord Osmond to set some semblance of balance between commoners and nobles, I'm fully aware how unlikely such an utopian scenario is," She sounded genuinely woeful having shot down such a idealistic possibility for both sides to live in peace.

That was just the way she was, a sad realist rather than a buoyant idealist.

"I would be grateful if you would jus-."

"Siesta," The would-be ruler interrupted the maid's request, his voice both razor-sharp and perfectly controlled despite the suppressed dark irritation evident underneath his calmness.

Startlingly shooting her head up with a default apologetic expression at the ready, Siesta's plans and expression were erased clear, "Mr Yusuke?" She asked blankly, wondering how on earth could the man just up and disappear before she could even lift up her head, "Where di-?"

"I would very much appreciate it if you didn't take me for a liar," Yusuke's voice resumed his previous unfinished suggestion inches close to Siesta seamlessly, making the maid gasp breathlessly, and quickly whirl around to see him standing in a composed manner right behind her, almost as if he had been there the whole time.

'…How?' Was the only coherent question that raced frantically around the softly gaping Siesta's mind.

Yusuke breathed through his nostrils with some degrees of understanding on his countenance, "I recognize because of our unfamiliarity, you're hesitation to take my claim seriously. Alright, that's okay; never asked you to blindly hop on the Yusuke-bandwagon anyway. Feel free to regard my intentions with suspicion, but for the love of god, don't tell me I'm play-acting like a little brat because that shit just pisses me off. Comprende?"

Siesta glanced at Yusuke vacant of anything resembling an active response of comprehension on her captivating face. When she had instinctively twirled around at the sound of his voice she half expected him to cast a judgemental gaze of intimidation upon her, setting her on edge to be scolded outright for doubting him. This act of merciful understanding was certainly not what Siesta had been expecting, but to be frank, she welcomed it.

"Well?" Yusuke asked somewhat expectantly, snapping the teen out of her stupor.

"Oh?" Pleasantly blinking her eyes, a smile slowly formed on her face, "I'm sorry if I had offended you, Mr Yusuke."

"Meh. Don't worry about it," Yusuke said with a grin, though quickly decided to rethink his decision when an ingenious idea struck him like thunder, "Wait, on second thought, there is something you could do for me to make up for your impudence toward me," His grin morphed to one of a mischievous nature. "Would you do me a favour, honey?"

Being the helpful maid that she was, Siesta was all for being of a assistance to a fellow commoner, though she did blush at the moniker he gave her, "No, not at all," She insisted shyly, "What is it that you need of me?"

Yusuke's grin dilated until it was basically splitting his face off, "You can help me finish my grub," Covering up her gasping mouth with both her hands, Siesta realized with a glance into Yusuke's room that she had kept from his meal with their engaging conversation, "That okay with you?"

Nodding feverishly, Siesta brought her hand up to her chest. "Yes, of course! It's the least I could do for keeping you from your meal."

"Amen." Yusuke agreed, watching Siesta rotate around before maidenly ambling into his room, unwittingly giving him a perfect view of her jiggling rear-end, "Think I know what I want for dessert to," Closing the small distance between himself and Siesta, Yusuke's hand shot out and clasped one of a gasping Siesta's butt-cheeks, excessively enjoying the feel of her jelly cushy rear, "Nice."

"I-I take it you find my body to your liking Mr Yusuke?" Siesta playfully stuttered with red-tinted cheeks.

"Fuck yeah I do," Yusuke grinned, once again spanking Siesta, eliciting a small giggle from the young woman. Casually back-heeling his door shut, Yusuke took Siesta's smooth, delicate hand in his, leading her over to his desk.

"Oh. There's only one seat." Siesta said with innocent acknowledgement, searching for another one, "I don't see another one."

"Ah, what a shame," Yusuke said with mock-disappointment, struggling to hold in his chuckles, "We'll just have to improvise then, won't we?" Planting his backside on his chair, Yusuke patted his lap invitingly, "Sit right here baby-cakes."

"Are you sure that's wise Mr Yusuke?" Siesta asked indistinctly, cupping her warm rosy-coloured cheeks with her hands. Gently swaying her curvy hips from side to side in a rhythmic manner, Siesta smiled in an exceptionally sheepish manner at Yusuke who eyed her with amusement, "I mean, I might be too heav-."

Before Siesta could finish her timid suggestion she would find her slim waist ensnared by two powerful hands, "GET, your fine ass over here…" Yusuke jestingly started, pausing dramatically to lift a gasping Siesta up and onto his lap, "Right now, gal." Chuckling cheekily at the flushed girl who had her hands on her chest Yusuke tenderly stroked Siesta's right cheek with the back of his right hand, sending a tingle of pleasure through her, "See. Now that wasn't so difficult was it?"

Waggishly shaking her head, Siesta offered Yusuke a closed eyed smile of serenity, never noticing how she took his breath away with her beauty, "No, not at all," Taking the silence as her cue to start helping, Siesta reached over for the silver spoon near Yusuke's plate, noticing the black book near his tray, "Oh, what's this?" Flipping the book over, Siesta found a written language on it that she could not for the life of her decipher, "Eh? What is this language Mr Yusuke? I can't understand it."

"Ehhh. Pay no heed to that little thingamajig baby. Just be thankful you're not in it." Yusuke chuckled at his book that he had creatively titled "Yusuke's bitches," 'Till gotta get the signatures of a certain cherry-blossomed haired bitch and a cue-ball headed motherfucker, but I can do that tomorrow,' Gently hugging Siesta's waist, Yusuke pulled her closer to his body, 'After all, I've got nothing but time.'

…Ohhhh. At least now, he wasn't bored out of his skull.

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(Elsewhere)

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A couple of violet shiny horror-filled eyes open wide followed by a head of long glistening pink hair leaving the cushy comfort of a pillow to hang in the air, "W-What?" Trying to catch her breath with her damaged cheek now bandaged up, Louise attempted to discern this sudden bad omen that had awoken her up from her already hellish slumber.

"Why do I keep feeling as if death itself is counting down the remaining time I have left to live?" The light-pink gown-clad bubblegum-haired wizard asked herself, pulling her knees up to her chest. From her point-of-view, all her furniture and candles disappeared in a heartbeat, leaving her eerily floating in a void of purple.

She buried her head into her knees, wishing that Professor Colbert and Lord Osmond hadn't dismissed her after Miss Longueville had patched her up. Wincing at the intimidating shadow eclipsing her tiny body, Louise couldn't help but ask herself the simple question anyone in her position might ask themselves.

"Why must I suffer?"


Yusuke's Bitches

Louise of the overly long-ass name.

Dumbledore 2.0

Cueball

More to come


Question of the day, why is it in the majority of freakin' Harem series the characters are a bunch of pricks? (Looking at you Rumiko, you bitch!) Seriously, it's beyond ridiculous. It just seems like an exceedingly lazy way to write "comedy," make your characters as absurdly stupid and immoral as possible. *I smh in disgust*. Tho, that ironically makes for a myriad of fanfiction because there's just SO much character development. Know what I'm saying?