Synopsis: (A/U, sorta) Trapped in a sick game of domination and degradation, Miaka Yuuki must find a way to get into high school under the cruel guidance of her tutor and principal, Nakago. Dark, twisted and full of S&M. Mature readers.
This is merely a teaser for a fic. that I am writing. Unfortunately, due to ff.net's policy on NC-17 works, the entirety of this story will not be published here. If you want to read more than simply go to the Fushigi Yugi section of mediaminer.org and you will find it. Or you could do an author search there. I am using this same penname there ( Sarryn ), as well. Please enjoy this snippet and look for the rest at a later date at mediaminer.org
Much Love,
Sarryn
Green-Eyed Doll
A single corpulent fly rammed its black body against the transparent glass of the office window. Over and over it charged only to discover that there was no escape to the outside and that the window would not magically disappear. Yet it continued with the tenacity of a machine programmed to do only one thing. Miaka Yuki felt a kinship with the helpless and hapless fly as she sat in the waiting area before the principal's office. Another tardy, the third that week, had brought her there, but it wasn't her fault that her alarm wasn't loud enough to wake her up in the morning.
"Miaka Yuki," the principal called brusquely. A tremor of apprehension slid down her spin at the sound of his rich baritone. She jumped up and hurriedly entered his office.
"Good morning," she murmured. The man's arctic blue eyes scanned her from head to toe. Feeling self-conscious under his unemotional gaze, she attempted to smooth out any wrinkles in her school uniform. He smiled slightly.
"You were tardy again this week, Miss Yuki, for the third time."
"I'm sorry." She stood awkwardly before his desk and shifted foot to foot. He hadn't offered her a chair so she had to assume that he wanted her to stand.
"I thought you said that you wanted to not be late. That you would arrive on time." He watched her flushing face carefully, dispassionately.
"I'm sorry," she repeated. He nodded curtly.
"I'm sure you are. However, the policy of this school states that you have to be punished." Her eyes flickered to the right before returning to him. He nodded slightly, his coldly amused smile widening.
Eyes averted, staring at nothing in particular, she pulled the decorative tie off and undid the buttons of her vest and blouse. The man watched without expression, smile gone as swiftly as it had appeared. She tossed everything to floor and then unhooked her short skirt and let it slither down her legs. A small shiver raised goose bumps across her exposed flesh as she stood before him in her underwear and bra. She could feel a horrible flush sweep across her body and an unnerving tension loop about her stomach
The man stood up and smoothed back his pale blonde hair. He looked her over, noticing the slight, fearful trembling of her body, and walked over to the closed closet to her right. With the light ringing of metal he unlocked the doors and pulled them open to reveal the darkness within. Miaka bit her clenched fist apprehensively and walked to him on tremulous legs. A foot away she tripped and fell forward with a startled cry. She landed at his feet in a disorderly sprawl. Mentally she cursed herself for her unseemly clumsiness. She raised tearing green eyes to his face and found him smirking cruelly down at her.
She hated him.
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