I've completed this confounded chapter, and just in time...  I'm off to
the dorms in a few days in which I will not have internet access and will
have to pay up $100 for ethernet access and wait for three days as the
computer jockeys in the computing services roll dice to determine my ip
number...

Chapter 2

    Makoto sighed as he sat on the edge of the balcony,  "Thanks
Alielle, I didn't know that the Princess had us all drugged." 
Finally relieved, the mess that was the past two days had finally
been resolved with minimal fuss and problem.

    "Don't mention it," said the girl as she dropped the empty
serum bottle on the ground.  "I'm willing to do anything for
Fatora's love."

    There was a silence as Makoto didn't know what to say.  He
decided to rely on mind chatter.  "I hope Fatora won't do
anything bad to me, considering...  Well..."  Makoto swallowed
hard and closed his eyes trying to forget that incident.

    Alielle smiled, as everything truly seemed to be back in
order.  "Well, how about this?  I'll make sure Fatora won't get
on you."  Makoto nodded, and was about to say something, when a
cool breeze of air wafted past.

    Suddenly, he felt a tingling, the tight tension of
anticipation.  It was like there was an invisible hand massaging
him, beckoning to him.  Alielle shook Makoto's hand in an attempt
to get his attention.  "Makoto, what's wrong?"

    He didn't pay attention to him, and he walked slowly, as if
trying to stalk something.  Interested, the little girl followed
Makoto as he walked.  He walked through the hall, downstairs,
outside, into another tower, as if following a trail that would
rival those in Family Circle comics.

    He even walked past Fatora, who seemed quite shocked. 
"Alielle!  Makoto?"  she said, distracted from chasing Shayla
Shayla, who used the opportunity to break free.  Alielle took the
opportunity to leap into Fatora's arms.

    "Fatora!  It's so good that you're back to normal," she
giggled as her eager, sex-starved hands started roaming over the
princess's body.  A day without sex for Alielle was like a week
in a desert without water.

    Strangely enough, Makoto didn't even acknowledge Fatora's
presence.  He continued walking, as if being led by some
invisible chain.  Up the giant spiralling stairs he walked, up,
and upwards he traveled until he found what he was looking for.

* * *

    The door slammed open and swung shut, surprising Afura who
had decided to go to sleep early.  Standing in the doorway, his
face illuminated by the moonlight was none other than Makoto
Mizuhara, his face flushed red as he stared at her.

    "Makoto, what are you doing here?  I'm sort of trying..." 
Makoto, in his drug induced love for Afura, cut her off.  He
crawled onto her bed.

    "I want you," Makoto said, surprised that he was capable of
saying such unreasonable words.  He didn't care that in a span of
a few hours, his mind had been thinking of Fatora to Afura Mann. 
There was no doubt in his mind that she was definitely more sexy. 
Of course, he didn't know that both had been drugged.

    Afura blushed at the thought.  But something just seemed out
of place here.  She'd never think Makoto was capable of such
talk.  "Ok Makoto, I know that you have been confused these past
few days and are trying to find some way to..."  As she spoke,
Makoto crawled towards her and broke her off with a kiss.

    She was confused.  "Makoto, I think that perhaps you should
leave."

    "I don't want to leave."  She felt the covers open and Makoto
slid into bed next to her.  Unlike Fatora, the drug seemed to
have a mellower effect on Makoto, as he wasn't into the sex
thing.  Just the mere touch of Afura was good enough to make him
happy.

    "Well, what about Shayla?  Nanami?  Your girlfriends?"  Afura
knew that both Shayla and Nanami had a strong influence on
Makoto.  When ever the two of them got into a fight, he always
felt obligated to break it up.

    Afura felt Makoto kiss her repetitively on her lips, her
chin, cheeks, her nose.  In between his kisses, he spoke a word. 
"What about Shayla and Nanami?  Compared to you, they are
nobodies."

    Watching a normally reserved person turn to a charmer in a
few hours made Afura suspicious.  She pushed Makoto away.  "Just
leave.  You're not acting normal, or even properly."

    And just to frustrate her, Makoto returned and started
kissing her again.  "Well, I don't want to leave you."

    Afura sat up and gave Makoto a last chance.  "You'd better
leave or I'm going to kick you out."  Makoto seemed hurt, and he
did as he was told.  Walking to the door, he opened it, allowing
sounds of a man and woman enjoying each other to come in.

    Makoto shouted among the sounds of screaming, just to be
heard.  "I'll leave, but I haven't given up, I won't give up on
the most beautiful girl I've seen!"  Without further delay, he
disappeared, closing the door behind him.

    Afura sighed and settled into her bed again, trying not to
hear Miz and Fujisawa practicing for their wedding night.

* * *

    Afura Mann sat at breakfast, keeping news of her incident
with Makoto silent.  She tried to eat quietly, but as soon as she
noticed that Makoto had been staring at her, she felt nervous. 
It wasn't that she didn't like the idea of having a person so
obsessed over her.  

    It was quite the contrary, Afura for once liked to have
someone interested in her, and not Shayla Shayla.  Her mind
thought to the strange dialogue last night in which Makoto
revealed that he preferred her over the beautiful, drop-dead,
red-head.

    Hearing such a statement had done much to boost Afura's
pride, but at the same time, she found herself doubting Makoto,
thinking that he was playing some sort of joke on her.

    But this morning, judging the way he would look at her, it
was no joke at all.  Afura tried to calm herself with idle chat. 
"It's nice weather today?  What do you think?"

    No one else answered as they were too busy dozing off.  "I
think it looks great today,"  Makoto answered as he wiped his
lips and placed the napkin on the table.  Afura prayed that she
could get some response from the others, but there was no luck.

    Miz and Fujisawa were face down in the food sleeping. 
Fatora, Alielle, Nanami, and Shayla-Shayla were out jogging. 
Princess Rune wasn't here at all.  In short, the only other
person capable of paying attention to her was Makoto.

    Makoto stood up, walked around the table, and offered a hand
to her, as if to help her up.  "Shall we do something to pass the
time?"

    Afura sighed as she decided to agree.  Besides, there was
nothing else better to do.

* * *

    Afura sat next to Makoto in the elaborate garden.  He did
somewhat seemed to match her, not willing to overreact to the
littlest things, and taking pleasure in simple things.  She felt
lips press into her neck.

    "Makoto!  What are you doing?"  Afura asked, deciding to let
him go.  Makoto didn't respond, instead nuzzling her neck.  She
had half a mind to let him continue.

    "Afura," whispered Makoto as he moved from her neck to her
lips, both of them lying down on the bench.

* * *

    Fatora was perplexed.  She could remember what had happened
with Makoto when she had been under the influence, and she didn't
know what to think.  "Was it not strange when I was obsessed with
Makoto?  He spent the entire time running away from me."

    "Well, at least you are cured."  Fatora shrugged her
shoulders, and the two of them continued walking, trying hard to
block out the indecent noises coming from a room they just
passed.

    "AHhhhh!  Miz!  Not too tight!" gasped a man, who was quite
possibly beginning to feel a little sore.

    Fatora sighed, as her face twisting up in disgust.  "How
gross."

    Alielle nodded her head.  "You said it.  Those two must be
permanently attached down there.  In the afternoon?"  The two of
them had been used to the loud noises at night, but having to
listen to them during the day was too much.

* * *

    As the twosome walked away, the sounds of Miz and Fujisawa in
their blissful activities gradually faded into the background,
and the sounds of two others grew louder and louder.  Stumbling
into the garden at the top of the tower, Fatora and Alielle
carefully padded in to get a better glimpse.

    Zig-zagging, using plants and statues as cover, the two
slowly approached on the source of the sound.  There was Makoto
and Afura, no where near the naked stage, but already making
enough noises to scare the dead.

    Fatora and Alielle stood there, their heads protruding far
enough from the statue to catch a glimpse of the strangest sight. 
"He'd never think about Afura like that..."  Her voice dropped
off slightly, amazed how anyone could get that interested in such
innocent play.

    Alielle silently cheered.  "Way to go Makoto," she whispered
to Fatora.  "Now we can just get out of here and..."

    "Makoto!  You're touching...  It feels so good..." Afura
moaned out, causing Fatora and Alielle to watch closely.  Makoto
had his hand on her mound, which could be seen through her thin
outfit.  He gently caressed her. (1)

    Fatora shook her head as nothing seemed to be adding up. 
"Makoto would never..."  She was interrupted by someone tugging
on her arm.

    "Let's leave them alone," Alielle giggled.

    "And what if Shayla and Nanami saw this, this tower would be
totally wrecked."  Alielle didn't know why Fatora all of the
sudden decided to concern herself on such minor details.  Before,
she wouldn't have cared if the Great Hall collapsed or a part of
the castle was ruined.

    There was a tone of indifference.  "So what?  Nanami and
Shayla wouldn't go that far.  And anyhow, they would never dare
do anything."  Alielle was staring at Fatora as if something was
strange.  "Besides, you normally wouldn't care about this,
right?"

    "Normally, yes, I wouldn't care at all..."  Fatora said. 
"But I don't know.  I think it wouldn't be right to..."  Alielle
sighed and brushed some hair that had fallen back into perfect
place.

    "Wait here."

* * *

    Afura felt herself feeling excited when a little but loud
annoying voice made Makoto and her sit up straight, pretending
that nothing had happened.  "Oh Sister Afura!  Sister Afura,
where are you?  Alielle wants to talk to you!"

    The sight of the overly cheerful girl prancing over was
enough to make Afura slightly worried.  Alielle skillfully
plunked down between Afura and Makoto, not wasting any time and
burying her face into Afura's bust.  "Sister Afura, can you play
with me?" she asked as innocently as ever.

    The thought of Alielle's idea of playing was enough to give
Afura the chills.  "No thanks, I have something important to do
with Makoto"

    "But, I want to play!" Alielle grabbed Afura's hand.  "Makoto
can wait."

    Makoto was quite emphatic.  "No, I can't wait.  Alielle,
please leave us alone?  We were discussing something important."

    Ignoring Makoto's attempts, Alielle decided to use Afura's
interest in Makoto to her own advantage.  "Can I play with you
Makoto?"  She placed her hand on Makoto's thigh, making Afura
suddenly suspicious.

    "Ah, Alielle, I think that you're right.  We can play now." 
Afura picked up Alielle and walked away, trying to separate
Makoto from the overly friendly girl.

    The two left the garden.  Fatora shook her head, she had to
thank Alielle later.  Without delay, she walked over and settled
down next to Makoto.  "Hi Makoto"

    Makoto twitched as if he was interrupted from thoughts.  "Oh,
it's you Fatora."

    "And who were you expecting?" asked Fatora.

    "Afura."  Makoto's voice suddenly had that wistful, desire. 
In Fatora's opinion, he was definitely sick.  "I love Afura,"
Makoto said.

    Just hearing that name was enough to make the princess quite
jealous.  "But I'm more beautiful than her!"  Makoto shrugged his
shoulders as he leaned back and resumed his daydreaming.

    Fatora grumbled for a bit, unhappy with the way the situation
was unfolding.  Then she decided to at least demonstrate Makoto
how much she was willing to go for him.  Without delay, Fatora
leaned forwards and bent down, getting close to Makoto.

    Makoto didn't notice anything at all, until he began to feel
peculiar, as if his whole body started to rush faster and faster. 
Then in one instant his body came to a crashing stop, and he let
out a quite moan.  He opened his eyes, hoping that it was Afura.

    He couldn't have guessed more wrong, instead, it was Fatora
who had given him that oral stimulation.  Makoto's jaw dropped,
as he still did have his sensibilities, despite the action of the
serum on him.  Fatora thought it was an invitation for a kiss,
and coughing a few times and clearing her throat of the awful
taste, she kissed him. (2)

* * *

    Makoto didn't quite take it well.  And Shayla and Nanami, who
had watched the whole thing, didn't like it either.  They walked
up, and impulsively pulled Fatora off.  It was then, they caught
a glimpse of Makoto, revealed.

    The response was expected.  Shayla's mouth dropped open, and
Nanami blushed intensely, turning her head away.  "She was
sucking that, and that made him feel good?"  Shayla asked, almost
incredulous.  Of course, the problem with being a priestess stuck
in the middle of the mountains with very little contact with
others, was that many things like sex never get learned.  Fatora
wisely sneaked off.

    Even Nanami wasn't that stupid.  It was the beauty of sex
education in high school, which Shayla totally lacked.  "Don't
tell me you don't know anything about sex!  God, you're probably
as twice as dumb as you look."   Makoto carefully pulled his
pants up.

    "Oh yeah?  You're calling me dumb now!  Girl, I'm going to
pound you into the ground."  Shayla raised her fists, as if ready
to give Nanami a knock out blow.  Makoto stood up and walked
away.

    "I'd like to see you try."  Nanami balled her hands into two
fists.  "I'm willing to bet Makoto wouldn't like a violent girl
like you.  Always blowing things up."  Shayla turned flush and
she looked around.  Makoto was strangely absent.

    "He's gone!" the redhaired priestess exclaimed.

    Nanami was so intent in making the ultimate insult that she
didn't quite react as soon as possible.  After a slight delay,
she turned her head around, trying to verify Shayla.  "Where did
he go?"

* * *

    It was a hard task, but Afura finally got Alielle to get
away.  Finally, getting some peace, decided that perhaps she
needed a nap.  Alielle had that special ability to wear people
out.  Opening the door, Afura quietly walked into the room,
thinking.

    She thought about Makoto and his sudden aggressive behavior
towards her.  Granted it felt good, but there was still a tiny
voice in the back of her mind that made her wonder.  Yawning
loudly, she took off her clothes and slid into bed, when she
bumped against something.

    Hurriedly pulling the covers off, she saw Makoto, in her bed,
with a smile on his face.  "I guess I finally found you," Makoto
said, as he pulled her in.

* * *

    Alielle stared at the traces of white that were on Fatora's
lips.  "You did what!?" she asked, her face quite distressed.

    "I sort of well, sucked his thing," Fatora said, embarrassed. 
Alielle didn't know what to think.  Her entire relationship with
Fatora had been "You pleasure the princess first, and then she'll
take care of your needs."  Fatora must truly like Makoto if she
was willing to go that far.

    Alielle sighed.  "So you love him that much."

    "What do you mean?" asked Fatora, as she glanced at her
lover.  She felt that Alielle was becoming slightly jealous.

    "I mean if you think about it, he's probably with Afura right
now, making that bed squeak," Alielle said.  "I mean, after what
you did to him, I wouldn't be surprised he isn't interested in
you at all."

    Fatora sat up.  "Makoto would never do that..."  she
stuttered as she tried to banish the thought of Makoto and Afura,
in bed, moving against each other in a rather erotic way.  She
furiously thought to herself, 'Makoto isn't like that.  Makoto
isn't like that.'

    "Oh Makoto, Makoto..." moaned Afura as he teased her.  His
lips were locked onto her nipple.  His hand carefully carressed
the her body, bringing her to higher and higher levels of sexual
release.

    Alielle thought otherwise.  "You did see the way he touched
Afura in the garden.  He's lost all his inhibitions I tell you. 
Remember last time he was there?  He just sat there, doodling
away, trying not to make himself seen."

    Fatora felt like falling apart.  Alielle continued, brushing
close to Fatora.  "But I've never left you at all, Fatora.  I've
never cheated on you..."

    "How about the time when I was captured by the Phantom Tribe. 
According to Shayla, you were practically crawling over her and
Nanami."  Fatora mentioned.  Alielle cleared her throat as she
furiously thought of a reason.

    "Well, I wasn't really in love with them...  Think of what I
was doing like an elaborate form of masturbation?"  Alielle said
her voice tentative and filled with tension.

    "I hope Makoto isn't doing anything now."  Fatora seemed
worried.

    Afura grabbed Makoto, as his endless touching of her was
driving her crazy.  She wanted release, she wanted to share with
Makoto.  She was definitely sure she wanted sex now.

    Makoto's clothing seemingly disappeared as well as hers in
moments.  Afura leaned forwards and breathed on Makoto's member,
she sucked it, licked it, making it harder than ever.  Satisfied
that her efforts resulted in a nice response, she laid back,
spread her legs, and waited.

* * *

    Fatora closed her eyes, trying to sleep, when a sound
completely disturbed her, coming from upstairs.  It was the sound
of a couple moaning in bed, enjoying each other's company perhaps
too much.

    Alielle opened her eyes as well, focusing on the ceiling then
on Fatora.  "I know for a fact Fujisawa and Miz do not sleep in
the room upstairs."  As if to emphasize her point, loud noises of
rough sex came from downstairs.

    The two could hear bedsprings straining, Miz screaming, and
Fujisawa ramming away without stop.  "Fujjjjiiiii!  DON'T STOP! 
Oh oh ahhhh!  Oh!"

    Fatora and Alielle sat up.  The Princess reasoned it out
loud.  "If that isn't Fujisawa and Miz..." she indicated by
pointing upwards.

    A new voice could be heard, as if verifying Fatora's fears. 
"Makoto!  Oh my, Makoto!  I never knew that you could do that!" 
cried a delirious Afura Man as she felt an intense orgasm slam
her body.

    "Well, I guess that mystery is solved.  We can go back to
sleep," said Alielle, tired laid back in bed.  Fatora didn't move
at all.

    Afura laid in bed, her heart pounding away, her body still
tingling from the orgasm.  She felt Makoto's hand playfully
pinching her.  "Makoto, that was wonderful," she whispered.

    "Yes," whispered Makoto.  Afura twitched as she felt her
nipple pinched.  "I could just die happy now," Makoto said as he
kissed her neck, her lips.

    Afura felt something hard push against her thigh, and a smile
came onto her face.  "Perhaps, we should give it another go?" 
Makoto didn't need to answer, his hand was already teasing her.

* * *

    Tired, exhausted.  All these words were not strong enough to
describe Princess Fatora as she slowly walked across the room,
her gait unsteady, her eyes almost closed.  A few times she
nearly fell into a guard, but she managed to make it to the other
side and sit in her throne.

    Everyone was surprised, as Princess Fatora usually wasn't
that tired in the morning.  Rune looked over at Fatora.  "Fatora,
what's wrong"

    All that Fatora was able to say was, "Makoto."

    Princess Rune leaned forwards, blushing slightly as she
remembered with very clear detail what she and Makoto had done
for one entire night.  "So what's with him?"

    Fatora was so tired now that she barely made sense.  It was
hard on her, since as a princess, she always had her beauty
sleep.  "Makoto...  Afura...  bed squeaking..."

    "You don't mean to tell me?  That Makoto, Afura and you..."
Rune didn't quite get the details that right.  She assumed that
Fatora was just merely retelling her evening's activities.  She
blushed even more.  "Fatora, I'm telling you.  It is best if you
learned some self control."

    Londs handed a cup of coffee to Fatora, who swallowed the
thing down in one gulp.  The sudden burst of caffeine had instant
results.  "MyFuckingGod!!!   I'mGoingToKill AFURA!"  She
literally burst out the words.  "LONDS! GetAfuraAndMakotoHere! 
PRONTO!"

    It was amazing that anyone understood what Fatora had just
said.  It was amazing, as well, that one dared to serve coffee to
the "bitch."  The effects of caffeine on her mind was well known
among the servants.

    Londs ran out of the room lest he incur the wrath of Fatora.

* * *

    Fatora stood, glaring at Afura, who was impeccably dressed as
ever.  Her fists clenched, her teeth grinding together, she
stared at Afura, the amount of hate, or rather, jealousy, evident
in her eyes.  Alielle stood by the princess's side, her face
worried.

    The door was forced open and in came two guards carrying
Makoto in.  He was sort of still sleeping, as the previous
night's activities had been a drain on him.  Nanami and Shayla
followed, they were puzzled by the sight of two men carrying
Makoto out of his room.

    The two guards shook Makoto, awakening him.  He grumbled a
bit and yawned as he looked around to get his bearings.  Fatora
pointed her finger at Afura.  "I command you as the Royal
Princess to give up on Makoto!  He's mine!"

    Her outright statement of possession of Makoto caused two
particular people to get angry.  "Like Hell he's yours!  I'd
rather give him to Nanami than see you sink your claws into him!" 
Shayla seemed to be a bit angry, her hand bathed in fire, the
various power nodes on her dress sparkling as she readied to make
Hell.

    "He's not your's to take!  He has the right to choose
whomever he wants!"  Nanami shouted.  'And if he doesn't choose
me, I'll convince him....'

    Makoto yawned again, inhaling deeply, when he felt something
ethereal tickle him.  His eyes opened wide, and he turned to see
Afura next to him.  He felt an unsatiable desire come over him,
and he reached for Afura.

    "Well I'm a PRINCESS, and I have ABSOLUTE POWER!  Makoto is
MINE!"  Fatora screamed at the Shayla and Nanami.  Afura felt
something touch her in a gentle, yet forceful way.  It was
Makoto, his hand was caressing her...

    "Now Fatora, you know you had some coffee...  I don't think
it'll be good shouting now.  Maybe you want to lie down
somewhere?"  Alielle twiddled her thumbs as she tried hard to
defuse the situation.  

    Shayla opened her mouth to say something, when a low moan
made everyone stop and look carefully.  Makoto and Afura were on
the floor making out like there was no tomorrow.  His hands
roamed under her dress, their legs in a tangle.

    Alielle watched the pulsating vein in Shayla's forehead,
wondering whether it would burst.  "AFURA!  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING?" the red haired priestess screamed.

    "Mmmm, Makoto, I thought you got tired last night..."  Afura
laughed gently as Makoto's lips roamed over her body, touching
her in the right places.

    Makoto laughed as he ran his hands over her body.  "I aim to
please those I love."

    The screams of three women echoed throughout the palace.

* * *

    "Makoto, what is happening between you and Afura?  It seems
to have a most distressing effect on my sister."  Princess Rune
glanced at Makoto, who was sporting a nasty looking bruise.  "I
do apologize for her hitting you like that."

    "I'm so sorry," said Makoto, staring at the ground somewhat
embarrassed.  "I don't know what came over me.  As soon as I saw
Afura, I felt that I needed to..."  his voice faltered off.

    Princess Rune watched Makoto fidget for a bit.  He was
definitely nervous.  "To make love?"  He nodded tentatively.  A
smile surfaced on Rune's face.  "Well, it's completely natural,
considering how attractive Afura is."

    "Um, well, I don't know.  I mean sure, I always liked Afura,
but it wasn't until a day ago that I thought of her in a," he
paused as he searched for a word.  "in that way."  He sighed as
he thought of Afura, and what they were about to do if Fatora's
fist hadn't interrupted them.

    Rune's eyes opened wide as she remembered her last misdeed
while under the influence of the pheromone serum.  She suddenly
realized that Makoto and Afura were the ones who took the drug
that time.  "Makoto, perhaps you should seek Dr. Stalubaugh and
ask for some antidote."

    Makoto sighed as he thought about Afura.  The more he thought
about her, the better he felt, a warm fuzzy, feel good feeling
coming over him.  "Antidote?  I don't know.  It's such a pleasant
thing to feel this way."  He laughed quietly as he walked out the
door.

    Elsewhere, one wasn't sharing Makoto's optimism.  "That
asshole...  He was about to do it in front of everyone."  Alielle
patted Fatora's shoulder.

    "There there Fatora.  It isn't good to be this angry.  Maybe
it's best if you lie down and sleep the caffeine off."  Fatora
didn't hear.  She was beyond hearing, she was already ruminating
how to inflict revenge.

    Fatora grumbled, "If Makoto thinks he can act that way, I'll
show him.  I'll show him!"

    "Fatora?  Did you hear me?  Perhaps it's best if you go to
sleep.  You know how caffeine messes up your..."  Alielle
pleaded.  As much as she appreciated Fatora being pissed off at
Makoto, she knew that in her lover's current state, anything
could happen.

    Fatora grabbed Alielle and dragged her.  "Come Alielle, we
are going to make a scene."

    The younger girl was confused.  "What do you want to do?"

    "Let's have some fun."

* * *

    Dr. Stalubaugh grumbled as he heard the door to his
laboratory open.  Gruffly calling out, he made his warning call. 
"If you are not Makoto or anyone else interesting, get the hell
out of here."

    "Dr. Stalubaugh."  As soon as he heard the voice, he suddenly
realized that he had made a grave mistake.

    "Princess Rune!"  He started to sweat, thinking of what could
have happened if it were Princess Fatora instead.  "I'm so sorry! 
I didn't know!"

    Rune carefully walked into the room, escorted by her white
cat.  "Don't worry Doctor.  I was hoping that you have some
antidote for the serum that I requested yesterday?"

    Dr. Stalubaugh nodded as he walked to his workbench and
pulled open a drawer.  It was surprisingly empty.  "Oh my, I just
remembered.  I gave the antidote to Alielle.  You should go ask
her, since she took my last vial."

* * *

    Makoto settled into his favorite seat in the library, books
on various subjects laid out in front of him.  He was so
engrossed in his studies that he failed to hear the sound of the
door opening and closing.

    It wasn't until he heard a weird sound that he realized that
he wasn't alone.  

    "Oh Fatora," a womanly voice cried out.  Makoto slammed shut
his book, and walked towards the source of the distraction.  As
he carefully walked amongst the stacks, the sounds of two locked
in passion could be heard, echoing in the large library, making
it hard to pinpoint.

    Eventually, Makoto found what he was looking for, Alielle and
Fatora both naked, their clothing tossed aside as if in a hurry,
rolling around on the cold stone floor, making passionate love. 
"My god!  What are you two doing?"

    Fatora settled back on her elbows, looking up at Makoto,
Alielle's legs around her head.  "Having a little fun," was her
answer, and she pressed her head into Alielle, who started
bucking crazily as an orgasm seized the little girl.

    It was distressing, at least for Makoto.  Swallowing hard, he
slowly backed away and left the library.  That was when he bumped
into Princess Rune, a pleasurable experience no doubt.  "Excuse
me!" stammered Makoto as he left.

    The strange thing was that seeing Alielle and Fatora in
action made him think of one person.

* * *

    Princess Rune paused as she continued on her way.  As she
remembered it, Makoto seemed to be in a rush to leave the
library, which made her curious.  As well as she understood
Makoto, he often sought out the library as a refuge away from his
otherwise hectic life.

    She carefully opened the door and walked in.  Scanning
briefly as she quickly walked amongst shelves and shelves of
books, she found a slightly provocative sight, Alielle and Fatora
lacking clothes seated on the ground.

    As the ruler of Roshtaria carefully approached, she could
hear the two speaking.   Fatora was anything but satisfied. 
"Damn it!  Makoto ran off again..."

    "You're really desperate for sex, no?" asked Alielle as she
yawned.  

    Fatora shrugged her shoulders as she carefully buttoned up
her dress and stood up.  "Well, I'd better leave before the slave
driver complains that 'I'm neglecting my duties...'"  The younger
princess however had no idea that her older sister listened to
her rather poor imitation.

    Without further delay, she left.  

    Alielle sighed as she pulled on her dress and stood up,
readjusting her hair, which had messed up during the brief
exercise in gratuitous sex.  Princess Rune, ignoring what her
sister had said, walked up.

    "Alielle, I was wondering whether you had some of Dr.
Stalubaugh's serum?"  she asked, the sudden sound of her voice
practically making Alielle trip over.

    Alielle turned around, staring at Rune somewhat hungrily, but
she dared not to make a move at all.  "It's all gone," she
answered curtly.  "I used every last drop to cure you, Fatora,
and Makoto."

    She saw the princess's face pale.  "Did I do something
wrong?" she nervously asked.

    Princess Rune shook her head.  "Then I must convince Dr.
Stalubaugh to make some more serum for Makoto and Afura..." 
Alielle's eyes practically opened wide.

    "Makoto and Afura?  You mean that the two of them are
drugged?"  Everything seemed to be coming together into a
coherent mess for Alielle.  "No wonder Makoto's been doing it
with her..." Alielle muttered.

    Princess Rune nodded slightly.  She didn't need any reason to
bother remembering the episode early that morning, with Makoto
and Afura in the center of the Great Hall getting ready for some
action.  She just wanted an end to the insanity that had
descended upon them all.

* * *

    Dr. Stalubaugh sighed as he stared as best as he could at the
faded tome, his lab book of experiments he had conducted some 30
years ago.  Of course, back then, he didn't have bad eyesight and
could easily read the chicken scratch that was his handwriting.

    He muttered to himself, as it helped him to think.  "Distill
for 100 minutes or was that 100 seconds?  'Combine with blood in
a flask' or 'With water, flood the flask'?"  It was frustrating
business sitting there and trying his best to read the formulae
of an ancient and uninteresting experiment.

    Throwing his hands up in disgust, he grabbed the book and
threw it into the corner, the mild impact enough to make the book
crumble into dust.  "Well, I'll wing it..."  muttered the doctor
as he grabbed various flasks and emptied their contents into the
beaker.

* * *

    That dinner, Makoto sighed as he watched Princess Rune
carefully add a few drops of fluid from a tiny flask into his
goblet of water.  He noted with slight distress that the water
foamed, over flowing the flask.

    In addition, the foam ran down the side of the glass and
pooled on the table, suddenly sizzling and burning a hole through
the table.  Makoto gulped as he stared at the cup.

    He definitely knew that he didn't want to take the cure.  The
only other person to share his sentiment was Afura herself, but
everyone else was against them.

    Many pairs of eyes settled on him, and grabbing the cup, he
tilted his head back, poured the glowing liquid into his mouth,
and forced himself to swallow the mixture.  It tasted a little
minty with a touch of blood.

    Everyone leaned towards him, waiting for his judgement.

    Makoto stood up and looked around.  "It wasn't that bad..." 
Then he fell backwards, unconscious.

    Some time later, Makoto struggled up to see a very beautiful
woman.

Question:
Who should be the beautiful woman?  I have a very weird idea. ;) 
(And NO!  IT ISN'T URA!)

Do you think I'm overdoing it with the potion stuff?  Well the next
concoction Makoto will drink will definitely satisfy those who want a huge
sex orgy in the  end...  Of course, I'm just contemplating it at this
point, as I tend to hate the idea of giant group sex...

=Old Stuff=
Questions:
Who will be the significant other?  I had a sick idea of Mr.
Fujisawa.  But then again, I'm sure Captain Jack would hate that.
:P

And shall I terminate what Fatora feels for Makoto?  I don't know
about this.  But it would be "funny" if Fatora becomes bisexual
just for Makoto.  And then again, it has been a secret dream of
mine that Fatora gets hitched with Makoto.  I think she's one of
the sexy girls in El Hazard...  But then again, all of the girls
in El Hazard are sexy, even Queen Diva...

I'm beginning to tone down the lemon in this story, preferring to
make this into a tale of artificially induced, misplaced love. 
What do you think?  Of course, that doesn't mean I no longer will
put in lemon bits through out the story.  I'm just cutting out
most of the sex scenes.

Notes

I finally got the time to think of a plot that should offer
longer story time instead of a short 14 page document.  I'm
hoping to push this one at least to 60.

Hah hah, just took that teaser of mine and decided to write some
bad stuff.

Credits to Captain Jack for suggesting to me about how to get
Alielle to "fuck" Makoto.  It was quite a plausible idea indeed. 
I never knew that he would be capable of thinking of something
that hentai. ^_- (Just joking Captain!  Can't you take a joke?)

Next version:
Minor mistakes.  A couple stupid errors, nothing major changed. 
Hey!  I suck at English and writing, don't ask me to proofread
properly. :P

Fanfic rename as I suddenly realized such an evil plot to make
this story bad...  Was Makoto's Mistress.  Now, it's Makoto's
Harem. (or Ataru Moroboshi's Dream Coming to Fruition for Someone
Else.)   I'm B-b-bbad!  I'm B-b-bbad!

That's all folks...