Right now chewing on my thesis and fin-fucking-ally having the hypotheses to go along with it! It had been driving me around the bend before because I didn't have a clue on how to get them to work, the hypotheses are the cornerstones that could make or break the entire thing, and just last week, I am,bushed my mentor, and we rehashed them into order. On that note, I am thankful to him for bearing with me, because I am not the easiest student to go along with - I come and I go and it's nothing unusual to not hear a peep from me for a month or more. /sweatdrops/. My bad, yeah. I still remember the time when I got my professor for Psychology into aneurysms with my working style - while my schoolmates were coming to her like obedient little Chocobos, I was somewhere on the side, staring at them and wondering just why the fuck are they asking her this or that. Funny thing, she asked me if someone else had done my project, because it seemed impossible I got the highest count of points available without having a mentor hovering over my shoulder. Thus, she asked me if I cheated. I retaliated with snapping back that I could prove I wrote the entire thing by paperwork - I could bring the drafts 'n all for her perusal if she doesn't believe me. Well, when I got my diploma, she relented and apologized. /smirks/ But it still stung a little - I know I wasn't exactly a model student, and some of my written works were woefully sub-par at times /cough-tests-cough/, but c'mon, if I am interested in something, then I will damn well do it right!
On the writing side - getting the next chapter of Fire And Ice to beta, and rifling for an oneshot of Weiss Kreuz /HP I began to write. Damn it, papirology can be such a bitch - okay, you get the maximum of the creative juices flowing, but storing the papers is a pain in the ass and a half sometimes. Which reminds me, I will soon renovate my room - painting the walls, scrubbing the carpet and most importantly, get my paper junk and whatnot in order. It's about time /grumbles/, I just have to wait a little to finish the thesis works.
(Pissed off mum because I got a veto on the working outside. Well, hell... /shrugs/ Needed to be done.)
Oh, and while we are at Weiss Kreuz.... a snippet from one of my works.
Coming Home
HP/Weiss Kreuz
He had to be cursed with worst of the luck, he just knew it. Aya cringed -
tried not to cring - as he was
collared and fit with the cock ring. He
would have shifted to alleviate the uncomfortable sensations, but he knew better than to do that now. Whores like him didn't deserve that privilege - this was
kicked, battered and hammered into him until he accepted him as a part of his being. After he had
been knifed by some runt, he had
expected to die - it would have been a
mercy, really - but instead of that, he
woke up in some place that catered to
the illicit sexual appetites of anyone
with money. His handler - some brutish-looking
man, named Han, told him blunt
truth as soon as he was well enough to comprehend it. At first,
Aya resisted it, but Han
and his methods were brutal -
Aya could stomach being physically battered, but even he had his limits, and Han exploited them very thorougly, along with subjecting Aya to
the shameful conditioning - Aya
may have been, in his career as Weiss
subjected to many things, but rape
was never one of them. However, Han
quickly tore even that last vestige of
his innocence away from him
- all the while mocking him, hissing into his ears derisive words, as he manipulated Aya's body
to enjoy whatever the man did to him. The first such.... session...
left Aya horrified and disgusted with his body and himself, and
he tried to rebel, but the
punishment was swift and excrucuating, and it was repeated again and again... until something within Aya broke.
"Yur customers await, highness." Han mockingly told him all the while his small beady eyes roved all over Aya's body greedily. Han
was not particularly good looking, but he was strong and he thorougly
enjoyed introducing the newbies to their
duties. And Aya became one of his
favorite playthings because he
rebelled and his unusual exotic colored
eyes. "Yes, Sir." Aya retorted tonelessly. It was to be his first night as a merchandise
tonight - he would be displayed like
some common animal and then bartered
over. The highest bidder would then earn
the right to spend a night with him however
they would wish to.
He resisted to
move away from that meaty, groping hand, but the consequences were not
worth it. A beefy finger traced
the cleft of his ass and Han snickered lewdly. "Tight as a virgin. Remember, if ya don't satisfy the
customer, I will have the pleasure of...
reeducatin' ya." The man's foul
breath whispered in Aya's ear, making
the ball of dread in his stomach
even heavier.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't, huh?
Lowering his eyes, Aya allowed himself to be
leashed and led out of the room.
"He is a pretty one." A man
grunted as he painfully fisted
a strand of Aya's hair in his fist,
forcing Aya to look up. "You have
an excellent taste, Sir," Han 's syrupy voice praised the man. "An' he is still unspoiled
goods, with practically no gag reflex."
"Hm... really?" The man asked, interested. He was
tall, with thin face and cruel
looking black eyes. Aya
had to repress a shudder as
his member was grabbed rougly and
he couldn't repress a flinch as a nail was cruelly clawed into his the underside of the head of his member. "24 years, you said? I usually go for
a younger ones... " The man murmured thoughtfully as Aya tried not to
emit a sound. The pain was excrucuating.
"But he would be well worth it,
sir." Han tried to persuade the
man. "Jus' look - he has lilac eyes and besides, wouldn't you
enjoy teaching him to bend to your
whims?"
Aya's dread became even larger as the man thoughtfully
eyed him. "Hm...How
much?" Han chuckled. "Let's say .... 500.000 yen?" Lilac
eyes widened. "500.000 yen for
a whore?
Do you take me for a fool?" The man sneered at his handler while he
dug his nail even deeper, making Aya
choke. "An unspoiled whore,
sir." Han answered
unrepentantly. "He isn't even plugged – "
The man snorted.
"And that should convince
me, how?" He asked sarcastically.
Han coughed. "Well, he is also very willful, so you could enjoy
taming him." The man looked
at Aya again.
"Renhou-san." A voice
called and the man looked away from Aya. "Ryu-san." He greeted the owner of
the voice cordially. Aya didn't dare to look at the other man.
Besides, noting would change, anyway.
" Have you picked one for yourself yet?" The now named Renhou asked the newcomer. Ren snorted. "You wish." Renhou cackled at the man's curt answer. "You will fold eventually, Ryu-san. Just look at that one – " Aya's hair was grabbed again. "If you want to, it can be yours. I am sure you would enjoy tight,
unspoiled asshole for once. Han
here told me he is an ass-virgin, so
it's just up your alley."
Ren hummed.
"Maybe... maybe not." He drawled out disdainfully. "You
may as well try to sell me
garbage, as you did to
Katagiri-san." Aya tensed,
anticipating Renhou's rage, but the man only
cackled with amusement.
"Katagiri-baka tried to
swindle me out of a very nice looking
ass. You, I am doing you a favor here. He is as pure as a
driven snow and just your sort."
Ren snorted contemptuously. "Che." A rough-looking palm firmly grabbed Aya's chin.
" Look at me, boy."
Aya's eyes
immediately zeroed on his prospective
buyer.
The man
was on a slender side, and clad
into a dark business suit with
crisp white shirt and dark gray and silver tie. He was not overy tall, and he seemed to be past his youth, as
indicated by wild dark hair, liberally
peppered with silver strands. However,
what got Aya's attention the most, were
the eyes.
Green -
even greener than Youji's, the unique, clear verdant color of the richest of emeralds looked at him through silver-rimmed glasses from the weathered face. The man's gaze was cool and somehow, Aya found himself
wanting to have the approval of this... person.
To see those serious eyes lighten
up with warmth when Aya would be looked
at and those gentle, roughened up palms made him feel
small and weak.
"So,
Ryu-san, what do you think? Is is worth of it's price?" Renhou goaded the green eyed man, only to get
a cold glare in return, which made him
chuckle pervertedly. "I
see..." Renhou finally ceased to
torture Aya's member, carelessly dropping it and reaching for the moist
paper hankerchief Han had offered him to wipe his hand with.
The green-eyed man straightened up, and for a
moment, Aya felt a panic that the man would leave him alone. From all those...customers gathered
here, Ryu-san was the only one who
didn't look at him with that leering expression on his face... and that alone gave Aya at least a smidgen of
hope.
"I'll take him." The man declared, much
to the Han's delight. The handler licked his lips in delight.
"Of
course. We guarantee you would be very.... pleased with your
purchase." He offered the green-eyed man his smarmiest smile, but
Ryu didn't smile or offer the
pleasantried back. Ryu was a
fairly new customer on the block, and
always paid well, when he saw something
that interested him. Han's only disappointment was that Ryu always
returned his.... purchases...without traumatizing them, and thus
spoiling them for anyone else. There
was Fujimaru; a typical porcelain doll with dark hair and
fair white skin and with dark, mysterious
sable eyes - the only fault the
brat had was that he was apparently in love with some other kid, but he was sold here and because he was sickly, not many people were interested in the fragile youth... and those who were, were not very kind to him. Fujimaru brought
money to the house – not as much as
top earners, but he was in upper
percentile easily, and he would be near the top if it weren't for his...
condition. He was one of the lucky ones
Ryu-san deemed worthy of his attention, Han mused to himself, leering a
little at the memories. Ryu was the
kid's sponsor until his death, and always paid a ridiculous amount of money
to hold Fujimaru in exclusive state
- meaning he was Fujimaru's only customer
in the evenings. Privately, Han wondered just why didn't the old man just buy off
his toy, but whatever worked for the
old croaker. As long as Han was
beign paid, then it wasn't his problem.
Han would rather see that stubborn brat, Aya in Renhou-san's ... care, but he would take whatever he
could. Gold was gold, after all. Besides,
he doubtled the brat would just quietly
fullfilled Ryu's needs, so there
would be pleny of disciplining that
pretty ass of his. Smiling lecherously, he bowed to the man. "Of course, sir.... and it's 500.000 yen
per night."
Aya's blood nearly froze as the man paused. His back unconsciously stiffened at the
thought of being a play toy for the other customers wandering up and about in
the meeting hall. The man looked at Han,
piercing green eyes staring at the
suddenly sweating handler. "Don't
look at me like tha', I didn't
state the price for the little shit." Han's voice
was defensive as the green-eyed man
was still silent.
"Done."
This single world nearly made Aya
faint with relief, as Han
stuttered his platitudes to the stern-looking man.
Then, his leash was tugged briskly, making him
jerk out of his haze of relief into following his customer for the night.
This night.... Aya swallowed thickly, was the first time ever he had felt even moderately safe and cared
for. The man - Ryu -
didn't ask for muck in his visits -
most they did was some bondage on Aya's part, with the man driving Aya
to the distraction with pleasure, but the
man didn't touch him otherwise, even if
Aya was fully prepared to be used and even begged Ryu to make use of him.
And the one time Han tired to get his dirty paws
on Aya, Ryu took care to remind the
lecherous handler just why wasn't a good idea
to mess with possessions of Minamoto Ryu.
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