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 I HAVE RETURNED! x_X Yup, I was able to fix the problem; internet is working fine now, I just lost all the links I saved before. >>; But I guess that's no big problem, I can always find them again. So konyoha, everyone!
Not much has happened recently, I've been pretty bored. I went to Atlantic City for a few days, though--I was there when I typed up the last post. Yes, I did have the patience to type that on a cellphone. x.x;; I didn't do much there either, but I did write an Etna/Kurama (Disgaea-Yu Yu Hakusho crossover) fic on some random whim... so here it is, expect to see it on some of my other sites too:
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A/N: Uh... I got the idea for this after receiving the Cologne Case in Pokemon XD. ... Because it talked about 'rubbing down' and 'massage' which made me think of very dusty things. >>; This is actually an Etna/Kurama fic, and it's cliched, it incorporates a bit of the 'demon heartbeat' thing I love so much, it's probably OOC, and it's meant to be pure fluff. ... Because I couldn't write the lemon without nearly dying from blushing so much and from blood loss!! So if anyone would like to attempt writing the lemon part of this, please do so and tell me about it, I'd be grateful. x_X
Oh yes, and the last line here is purely to satisfy random Shinchiro/Flonne obsessions; he may never say that otherwise, though. ... Dammit.
From the moment she awoke this morning, Etna was sure today would not be out of the ordinary. Laharl's usual early ranting served as the alarm to haul herself out of bed to complete the tasks he set for her—and the multiple photos Etna carried on her person assured Laharl not to order her any more work than her usual load.
And during the vassal's "lunch" hour, Laharl was blowing his lungs out over Shinchiro—the castle's resident ninja cross dresser—supposedly flirting with Flonne, when it was obvious he had done no such thing; but these accusations had become a normal routine since Shinchiro hit it off so well with Flonne at their first meeting.
And then, only a few hours later, Laharl was yelling over some prank Yusuke had pulled; the prank itself changed daily, but it was usually executed around this time, and it was also daily that Laharl would rant over discovering it. Once again, this had also become routine since Yusuke's unexpected arrival at the castle with his companions a few months ago; the young half-demon constantly pulled these pranks out of boredom, and Etna had to admit she even helped him with some of them.
But given the fact that all these things occurred exactly in time with Etna's mental schedule, it proved her theory that yes, today would be uneventful, and yes, it would continue as-per-usual. Joy.
However, after Flonne and Shinchiro's double "love love" sermon before beginning dinner, the day did not quite follow its usual pattern.
During dinner, Etna suddenly noticed how little Kurama was eating; he never did eat much, but today it was close to nothing. It was also unusual she was noticing this at all, though...
'He sits directly across from me, I have to notice,' She reasoned. Besides, she did consider Kurama a friend, after all...
"Hey, Kurama!" Etna greeted once she located him after dinner. He wasn't very hard to find; his red hair, much like her own, made him painfully easy to spot even in a crowd. "You don't look so good, is something wrong?"
"Oh, Etna... I'm sorry, am I that obvious? I just haven't been feeling well lately, that's all..." It was true, he didn't look well at all; his complexion was significantly paler than usual, and his expression looked miserable.
"Ah," Etna nodded, surprised at how strongly his current state was tugging at her heart; immediately she blurted out, "Come to my room and I'll treat you."
Kurama looked surprised. "Is that really alright?"
She shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant again. "Yeah. It's not like I have anything else to do anyway."
He managed a smile at this, and Etna was suddenly aware of the abrupt quickening of her normally slow heartbeat...
"Thank you, Etna."
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A few minutes later and they were inside Etna's normally avoided room. Tasoku, Yusuke, and a few Prinnies were often it's only visitors, aside from Etna herself. Tasoku would visit to leave gifts of 'undying adoration'—all of which were promptly stuffed in Etna's already close to bursting closet; Yusuke would visit just to talk and occasionally flirt, and she grudgingly admitted that she enjoyed his visits most of all; and the Prinnies were often called up to only serve as 'stress relief'. Kurama really was the first person she brought here other than those two (well, not counting Tasoku for obvious reasons) in awhile.
"Welcome to the fortress of the Queen of Hell," Etna said dryly as Kurama made his way inside the room, "The Queen commands you to take your shirt off and get on the bed."
Kurama immediately looked back at her, his previously pale cheeks glowing a bright red. "E-Etna!"
"I'm going to give you a massage, calm down." She said coolly, smiling at the thought of what he had likely been thinking of, given her choice of words. She then strode over to him, squeezing his shoulder lightly; he flinched at the action. "See, you need it; you're so tense. And don't worry," She smirked, "the kinky stuff will come later."
Kurama only looked more embarrassed as Etna stepped away, but he reluctantly complied with her earlier command, slipping his loose white shirt off and draping it over a nearby black armchair.
"Um..."
It was difficult not to stare—Kurama was slender and lightly built, his lithe form gently curved; Etna felt a small pang of jealousy at that. It was a sad day in the Netherworld when a male had more of a shape than she did...
'He's gorgeous; but then again, am I supposed to expect any less than that from him?' She thought, her eyes unconsciously roaming across his form. When they slid back up to his face, Kurama looked, if possible, more embarrassed than ever.
"Um," Why was it getting so warm in here? "Go and... lie down on the bed now..."
Kurama did so wordlessly, and Etna awkwardly walked off to locate the shelf where she kept her personal massage oils. ...Well, they were somewhat free for anyone's use for awhile—but Tasoku had taken to stealing a few to try and administer his 'treatment' on her while she slept every night. After knocking him out for the thirteenth (or was it fourteenth? No, wait, Etna's patience for this wouldn't have lasted that long) time because of this, Etna decided to keep them heavily locked up to avoid repeats of that situation.
'Where did I keep those things again?' Etna thought dazedly. She suddenly smacked herself lightly on the head at realizing her behavior. 'Ugh, you've seen half-naked guys before; you work for one! Why is it such a big deal now?'
Before Etna could mentally answer her own question, her hand made contact with the small chest that held her prized massage oils.
'Oh, good... here it is.'
A simple twist of the lock made it click open, and Etna slid her long gloves off of her arms, dropping them to the floor. Then she pulled out two bottles: one was rose scented—she thought it would appropriate for Kurama—and the other was a light fragrance she couldn't identify, but enjoyed. The liquids were poured over her now gloveless hands, then she walked back toward her circular bed, placed the bottles on the bedside table, and sat down next to Kurama.
He was quite still, lying on his stomach to expose his back to her. Immediately her eyes were roaming again, and she reached out nervously to make contact with his shoulders.
'Just calm down, don't even think; it's just Kurama, it's just a massage...'
Her hands were now gently gliding across his skin, lightly applying pressure where necessary, to which he responded with low, encouraging moans.
Etna was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate; Kurama's skin felt unusually soft, a smoothness which strange for demons, and... did people normally moan like... like that during a massage?...
... Why was it so damn hot in here!?
'Just... calm... down...' Etna tried to keep up her mental mantra, 'Don't... even—'
"Unnngh!!"
Oh God.
This was torture. Cruel, brutally unfair torture. Why did he have to go and... and cry out like that?!
"E-Etna.... Ah... Right there..."
... Oh God. Torture.
And again, why was it so fucking hot in here!?
'He has to be doing this on purpose,' Etna thought heatedly, 'That evil, demented... beautiful little bastard...'
She had never been so acutely aware of how lovely Kurama really was. She did admit he was beautiful and even sweet when they first met, but she had never thought of him like this until now...
His head was now tilted to slightly face her, face flushed but pleased, eyes dazed but curious. "Etna...?" Kurama questioned, his voice soft and breathy, "Why did you—a-ah!!"
Etna had abruptly stopped at massaging his neck, but now her lips were frantically pressing against it, tongue reaching out to taste his sweetly warm skin. 'So even I can't resist this. And I can't resist you after all that...' She thought wryly, smiling at hearing his low moans again as a response. Immediately she flipped him over to meet his soft, petal-like lips, forcefully pushing her tongue inside his mouth to search out more of his taste.
"Etna... I..." Kurama managed, sounding breathless as she finally pulled away, "I..."
"Don't tell me to stop," Etna murmured as she leaned over him, equally breathless. He looked especially beautiful right now, and at realizing this she felt her excitement growing. "I've wanted this for awhile now... and you brought this on yourself anyway..."
"No..." He leaned forward to gently press his lips against hers in a chaste kiss, pulling away after a few moments. "Please don't stop..."
'And you can't resist me either.'
That was all the encouragement she needed. Once again her lips met his for a kiss intensely more passionate than the last, while one of her arms wound up to stroke his silky scarlet hair, the other sliding downward to further explore his body.
Etna grinned mischievously as she pulled away from the kiss a few moments later, one hand still stroking Kurama's hair, the other caressing his thigh. "We'll need to get a little less covered for this, hm?"
Kurama blushed at this, and Etna smirked; but then he smiled, a very different one from the one she so fondly remembered. "Oh yes, I believe so... let's take care of that now, shall we?" He whispered only a breath away from her ear, and Etna quickly felt her self-control—what was left of it, anyway—slipping as she shivered pleasantly in response.
But as she leaned over him again, she suddenly smiled as she noticed the peculiarly beautiful way his eyes were gleaming...
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"Oh, Flonne-chan, you were wonderful at the love discussion this evening!" Shinchiro gushed happily as he walked through the halls of the castle, Flonne beaming beside him. He was wearing his usual floral kimono today, his caramel-brown hair in it's usual chopstick-supported style.
"Aww, thank you, Shin-Chi! You were great too!" Flonne cried, equally happy as she practically bounced in place. "But we really should hurry and find Etna... I need to ask her if we can borrow the Prinny Squad for the next presentation..."
"Everything's better with penguins!" Shinchiro agreed, then pointed to a door marked heavily with 'PROPERTY OF QUEEN ETNA' and 'ENTER AND DIE' signs that they were approaching. "This is her room, right?"
"Yup!" Flonne skipped over to the door, raising a hand to lightly knock the black wood. "Etn—" She abruptly stopped herself at hearing low, breathless moans. "Eh...?"
"Flonne-chan?" Shinchiro made his way over to her, about to ask why she hadn't knocked until the increasing volume of the moans met his ears. He blinked.
"...I think... all of those very sexy noises... are Miss Etna's and Kura-chan's voices." He stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh... Oh my..." Flonne cheeks quickly colored in realization. "Oh my..."
"We should be happy about this, yes?" Shinchiro asked after a brief moment of silence, clasping his hands together. "After all, this is a particularly fun part of love!"
Flonne nodded shakily, imitating Shinchiro's gesture. "R-Right!"
They both beamed at one another before a high, pleasured cry reached their ears, and Shinchiro's smile turned sheepish. "Maybe we should ask her later..."
"Good idea..."
They both started off, but Shinchiro suddenly twirled around to face Flonne, smiling brightly. "Hm, Flonne-chan?"
"Yes, Shin-Chi?"
"If we're not able to get the Prinnies for the next discussion, maybe we could do a demonstration of what Miss Etna and Kura-chan were doing instead!"
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....yeeeeah... Told you it was simple and cliched, but I guess I still like it anyway. It's sad I got the idea for this from Pokemon, of all things. It's not just a kid show anymore, is it?! @_@
AngelFlonne has flown out of a window to locate a suitable idea for a Yusuke/Kurama/Etna fic. ... That does not involve kinky threesomes. Because she can't describe those without fainting, losing her mind, and immediately pouring enough water to easily make Mars the most nourished planet in the universe over her head to stop the dusty thoughts. ... Freaking perv.
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Name Megan
... I'm beginning to wish I could beg Yusuke to shoot me with a Shotgun a few more times until it's finally implanted into my head to "update regularly, you dumbass". Actually, the problem lately is that I haven't 'forgotten' to update; it's just that high school has only become worse since my last entry, and my mom grounded me for some time so I might actually concentrate on my work and start studying for once.