Daaaa! Ohayou no da!

For those of you who had no idea what my real name is, yes, this *is* 
the Eternal Lost Lurker (formerly and no longer known as Kouma 
Ryodachi). 

And yes, I've been watching too much Fushigi Yuugi lately no da. ^_^

Anyways...

I have two purposes for this post. The first is to give a little C&C 
on recent fics I've read. The second I'll explain afterwards.

First off, White Wolf's "Years" fic: This was nicely done, very 
thought-provoking, with a delectable sense of dramatic irony. 

Baker: You are a very sick man. You should be on a lethal dose of 
lithium.

OneShot: I read the revengefic, the Ranma in prison fic, and that 
super-crossover thing. Great work, as always. The OneShot style 
strikes again.

No da. ^_^

Ummm....what else have I read? Everything's foggy and getting dim...
oy vey....

OK, on to the second reason for this post. 

I reported earlier that I'm (a) going through my backload of fics and 
(b) trying to overcome a dose of the Block. Well, I've discovered the 
cause of my Block and it's a nasty little son of a bitch.

I have been possessed by a hentai demon (not Happousai!)and it's 
stunting my ability to plot out the next chapters of my fics clearly.


So, I've decided to exorcise this little bastard, by doing the one 
thing I swore I would never do. 

I'm writing a one-shot, one-hour, quick and dirty lemon, which 
follows. 

Folks, I encourage you *not* to read the following lemon. It's 
diseased, and may cause you to wonder what the hell I've been smoking.
 I'm only writing this for the purpose of curing my Hentai Block so 
that I can get back to work on Red Side without turning chapter 17 
into a freaking lemon.


You've been warned, no da. Stay away from this lemon, na no da.




You're still here, no da? Please, turn back now, na no da.


Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa........




DAAAA! I said don't read this, na no da!














Daaaaa....you're a real sicko, no da. Okay, okay, fine...read the 
damn thing, na no da. See if I care no da.





	Kuonji Ukyou sighed as she wiped down her grill. The last few days 
had been very trying on her nerves.
	Recently, a young man had been showing up in her restaurant, near 
closing time. He was always the last customer to leave, and he paid 
entirely too much attention to the young okonomiyaki cook for her 
tastes. It was beginning to drive her up the wall.

   The following day, as the dinner rush approached, the boy came 
into the restaurant, and took his now usual place at the counter. 
Ukyou decided to risk it and size him up.
   He was not very tall, although he came close to Ranma's height. He 
had an admittedly nice face, not exactly handsome...somewhere between 
pretty and cute, maybe. He had rather long brown hair, which was 
neatly slicked back, slightly oiled, and tied into a neat ponytail, 
which he kept tucked into the collar of his button-down pink shirt. 
Over this shirt, he wore a tasteful, if somewhat preppy, forest green 
sweater. He didn't say much, except when ordering, which he did 
frequently. His voice was low, and he mumbled his orders a bit. His 
eyes rather creeped Ukyou out, as they seemed to follow her every 
move. Of course, maybe she was just being paranoid.
   Closing time came once again, and again he was the last customer 
to leave. As he paid his bill, Ukyou cleared her throat. "'Scuse me...
"
   "Yes?" he said quietly, turning to face her. His eyes made Ukyou 
swallow, but she pressed on.
   "You've been comin' in a lot, and you're always the last one to 
leave."
   "The food's good. The chef's beautiful. Why wouldn't I want to 
come here?" he said. Ukyou blushed slightly at the compliments, but 
pressed on again.
   "I just...well, it seems like you're always watching me..."
   "I am, Ukyou," he replied simply.
   "Who...who are you anyway?" she said, reflexively grasping her 
spatula.
   He chuckled. When he spoke again, his voice was a good deal higher,
 lighter. "You know who I am, Ukyou-sama," he said.
   Ukyou blinked, and gaped at him. "Tsu--TSUBASA!?"
   Kurenai Tsubasa giggled, and nodded. "That's right, Ukyou-sama. 
I'm back."
   Ukyou whipped out her spatula, and prepared to bring it down on 
his head.
   She was rather surprised when it refused to come down. She blinked,
 and noticed Tsubasa's hands. 
   He had a firm grip on her wrists, and was holding back her arms.
   "Now, now, Ukyou-sama," he said. "I think you've done enough of 
that." Seemingly from nowhere, he produced a rather rigid-looking 
strip of black leather. Before Ukyou could react, he had tied her 
wrists tightly to the handle of her spatula.
   "Tsu--what the hell are you doing, you hentai?" she yelled.
   "Shhh...cut that out, Ukyou-sama. Someone could hear." Still 
holding her tightly by the wrists, he dragged her into the back 
corner of the restaurant, to the booth she tended to seat young 
lovers at.
   Upon arriving at the booth, Ukyou realized something was strange. 
Come to think of it, nobody had been sitting at it today...
   Tsubasa tapped a spot on the partition of the booth, and pushed 
aside what seemed to be open space revealing the table at which the 
couple would sit...only there was no space, no table, no benches.
   The booth was gone. "What the hell?"
   Tsubasa pushed Ukyou into the space where the booth had been, and 
reached back to pull a screen back in front of the booth. "Like this 
disguise, Ukyou-sama? I removed the booth, and made it look like it 
was still here. You didn't even notice!" He began fiddling with 
something on the screen, then turned back to Ukyou, who was now 
flailing her legs about. "Let me go you sick pervert!" she shouted.
   Tsubasa sighed, and produced some more of the rigid leather. 
"Ukyou-sama...please stop thrashing around." 
   Ukyou had been shocked up to this point. Now she was beginning to 
be frightened.
   With seemingly no effort at all, Tsubasa pushed her to her knees, 
and bent her arms back, so that the blade of the spatula her wrists 
had been tied to was pressed into the backs of her knees. Quickly and 
efficiently, he tied her ankles together behind her back, and then 
lashed them to the handle of the spatula, just above the blade. 
   Ukyou's eyes were wide in horror. "What...what the hell are you 
doing, Tsubasa? This isn't funny!"
   "It's not supposed to be funny, Ukyou-sama." Now able to use his 
hands, the former crossdresser knelt before his captive, and stroked 
her cheek. "You see, Ukyou-sama...I'm tired of the way you abuse me. 
Every time I try to show you some affection, you hit me, you try to 
kill me, you spurn me, you...you abuse me. Well...see...I've had it. 
I think that it's time you got back some of what you give." He 
unbuckled her bandolier and gently removed it, tossing it to the 
ground. He then untied the sash of her tunic. 
   Ukyou began to sweat. "You...you...oh kami-sama...this is...
Tsubasa, I swear I'll kill you if you do this."
   Tsubasa chuckled. "Go ahead. I won't care. This is worth dying for.
"
   "If you don't untie me right now I'll scream."
   Tsubasa laughed. "Go ahead and scream as much as you want. I'll 
enjoy it. Oh, and nobody will hear you. This little booth of mine is 
soundproofed."
   Now, Ukyou was beginning to get scared. Tsubasa had her, and if 
this thing *was* soundproofed, this was about to be a very 
humiliating and excruciating experience.
   Tsubasa spread open her tunic, and picked up one of her small 
spatulas which had clattered out of the bandolier. He carefully cut 
the bindings on her breasts with the spatula. As the last strip of 
the stiff cloth was cut, the binding sprung open as Ukyou's ample 
chest leaped into view. Tsubasa grinned.
   "Tsubasa...stop now and I won't kill you," Ukyou said, voice 
wavering. The sweat was pouring off her in waves now.
   "Nah, I don't think so, Ukyou-sama," Tsubasa said. He grasped her 
left breast and began stroking it, squeezing the nipple between his 
thumb and forefinger. Ukyou cringed.
   "I swear you'll die if you do this, Tsubasa."
   Tsubasa laughed. "You're in no position to make threats, Ukyou-
sama."
   "You know, even if you left me tied up here, someone would come 
looking eventually. I know if Ranchan found me, he'd kill you."
   Tsubasa chuckled. "I have no fear of death, Ukyou-sama. The only 
thing I live for now is to see you abused, humiliated, like you've 
done to me countless times."
   A tear began to shimmer in Ukyou's eye. <Kami-sama...Ranchan...
anyone...tasukete... Please...help me....> Out loud, she screamed, 
"TASUKETE KUDASAI!!!"
   Tsubasa giggled. "Nobody's going to help you, Ukyou-sama." He 
began working on her right breast now, giving it the same full 
attention he'd given to the left.
   Ukyou closed her eyes. "So that's it then. You're going to rape me.
"
   Tsubasa laughed. "No...no. Not at all."
   Ukyou blinked, staring at him. "But..."
   Tsubasa shook his head. "I can't rape you, Ukyou-sama. Humiliate 
you, expose your body, this..." he said, squeezing her breast for 
emphasis, "but I don't think I can rape you."
   Ukyou blinked again. "So you tied me up, and scared the hell out 
of me, just to rip open my top and squeeze my chest?"
   Tsubasa giggled. Ukyou growled. "Tsubasa no BAKA! This has got to 
be the sorriest excuse for torture I've ever seen!" 
   Tsubasa raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
   "You can't leave me tied up forever you jackass! And don't you 
know how to torture someone? You don't do it by tying them up and 
playing with their breasts!"
   "Oh? So you *want* to be raped, is that it?"
   Ukyou snarled. "You'd *better* rape me, you stupid jackass! So 
I'll have a really good reason to kill you!"
   Tsubasa seemed to be pondering for a moment. "Hmmm...nah," he said.
 "I like my idea better."
   "Why...you..."
   Tsubasa chuckled. "Tell you what, Ukyou-sama...I have an idea. How 
does this grab you?" He reached down, and tugged on her tight black 
pants, pulling them down to her knees. With her legs spread as they 
were, he had a nice view of everything she had to offer. He admired 
her for a moment, murmuring, "Nice..."
   "That's better. Any self-respecting man in your position would 
rape the girl," Ukyou said.
   "Oh, I'm not going to rape you," Tsubasa said, giggling.
   Ukyou blinked, then shouted, "You little BASTARD! Even RYOUGA 
would get around to raping me, and he faints at the sight of female 
flesh! You're not a man at all, are you?"
   Tsubasa snickered. "Of course I am. But I'm not a rapist. I'm just 
here to torture you." He picked up the small spatula he'd used to cut 
her bindings, and examined the blade. "Hmmm...pretty sharp," he 
commented. "This may hurt."  
   "What--"
   Ukyou winced as the cold metal penetrated her slit. "Fits nicely," 
Tsubasa said. He fully inserted the blade of the spatula into Ukyou's 
opening, and then slowly turned it. Ukyou gasped, then shrieked, as 
her virgin lips were spread apart by the cold, hard metal of the 
spatula. Finally, the turning stopped, but the pressure was still 
there. Tsubasa stood. Ukyou realized that the spatula was still 
inside her.
   "There," he said. "That shouldn't come out."
   "The hell?"
   Tsubasa laughed. "Oh, that spatula's wedged in there tight, Ukyou-
sama. I'd say it'll keep you open for a long time."
   Ukyou cringed. That spatula was cold, and painful. She was pretty 
sure that eventually it would cut her. "Please...take it out..."
   Tsubasa shook his head. "Nope. I don't think so."
   "I'll...I'll do anything...please...take it out..."
   Tsubasa snickered. "You'll just have to suffer." He turned away 
for a moment, then turned back. "Oh, almost forgot...the finishing 
touch." He unbuckled his belt, and unzipped the fly of his pants.
   Ukyou's eyes widened. "So...so you are going to rape me..."
   Tsubasa snickered, shaking his head, as he pulled out his manhood, 
and began stroking himself. Ukyou watched, unsure of what was going 
on, as Tsubasa continued to stand over her, masturbating. <Isn't he 
going to rape me?> Ukyou wondered.
   A short while later, Tsubasa came, his semen spraying onto Ukyou's 
face, into her eyes and mouth. She closed her eyes, feeling the sting 
of the unwelcome fluid, and tasting the terrible taste on her tongue. 
She didn't want to swallow it, but she had to, to get most of the 
taste out. If she spit it out, he'd probably do it again, she 
reasoned. So, she swallowed.
   Tsubasa laughed. "Farewell, Ukyou-sama. I hope you learned a 
lesson." She heard a rustling. She blinked her eyes open, ignoring 
the foreign wetness as she looked at the now closing partition. She 
heard it click into place.
   "TSUBASA! GET BACK HERE YOU JERK! UNTIE ME! RAPE ME! DO SOMETHING! 
YOU CAN'T..."
   It was too late. He was gone, and she was tied up, with cum on her 
face and in her eyes, with a spatula wedged in her vagina. 
   And if Tsubasa was right, nobody would ever hear her screams.

   A young man with brown hair whistled merrily as he boarded a train 
at Nerima station, bound for Shikkoku. He had fulfilled his goals, 
and he was happy. Whatever happened next...well, that would take care 
of itself.

   Ranma, Akane, and various other residents of Nerima were puzzled 
over the "Indefinitely Closed To Business" sign on the door of 
Ucchan's Okonomiyaki. Nobody had seen her for days, and she never 
seemed to be home.
   One day, Ranma and Akane decided to break into her shop, to look 
for her. All they found was an empty restaurant, and no sign of their 
friend.

   For the next month, a young woman screamed. Her screams became 
hoarse, then weak, then faded to muted whimpers.
   After a month had passed, she screamed no more.
   It didn't matter...nobody had ever heard her scream anyway. 

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