Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Starting Over ❯ Prologue
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lemony Chocolate 
I have NO idea why I love torturing poor Carrot.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.02.2003 | Updated On: 05.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 654 | Status: Work In Progress
I have NO idea why I love torturing poor Carrot.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.02.2003 | Updated On: 05.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 654 | Status: Work In Progress
TITLE: Starting Over
AUTHOR: Lemony Chocolate
EMAIL: wmj166@msn.com
WEB SITE:
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Look people, I don't own the Bakuretsu Hunter, the Sorcerer Hunters or any other Hunters. They are a copyright by A.D. Vision
FEEDBACK: Hell yeah! Uhm, sorry, yes please.
DISTRIBUTION: Archive please away
SPOILERS: none that I can think of.
SUMMARY: This fic. is an A/U dealing with child abuse, molestation and incest. This is a dark fic that came to me in a nasty little nightmare while I was sick.
Author's Note: I would like to thank the EXTREMELY excellent beta Sarryn. Ladies and Gentleman.....please, a round of applause.................
::CLAP! CLAP! SARRYN! SARRYN! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! SARRYN! SARRYN! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! ::
Introducing the Cast of Characters:
Stella Church = multi-billionaire business woman
Marron Church = her adopted son; genius; age 18
Gateau and Eclair Mocha = her nephew and niece; ages 20 & 18
Dota = Stella Church's personal assistant and right-hand woman
Syrus =Dota's fiancé and a noted psychiatrist
Mille Feuille = part of Stella Church's household and her personal physician
Onion Glace = president of the American branch of Church Corp.
Carrot Glace = his son; age 19
Apricot Glace = deceased, first wife to Onion Glace
Moss Glace = second wife to Onion, socialite
Zaha Torte =son to Moss by first husband; age 20
Willow = Original character, Onion Glace's executive assistant
Cinnamon Misu = old friend to Apricot Glace; socialite
Chocolate & Tira Misu = Cinnamon's daughters; Carrot's best friends; ages 19 & 18
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And now the story.......................
Prologue
Thei r damp bodies arched and twisted in the bed. The musk of intercourse hung thickly about their writhing forms. The lush sounds of sex filled the air with the woman's husky moans of encouragement to her lover. His slender back gleamed under the moonlight as muscles rippled up and down his back with every slow, languid thrust into her willing body.
My god, she thought dazedly to herself, he may be young but he's incredible. Her body arched up as he thrust expertly into her, delving deeper into her with every twist of his hips, his hair spilling over her body as she clutched his shoulders in reaction.
"Oh god," she cried out, her head flung back in ecstasy writhing upon the hard cock of her lover.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Came the faint sound of his cell phone.
"Don't answer it," she gasped out, her body dewy with sweat, her hips churning under his.
"What if it's important?" he murmured into her ear, his hips never faltering.
"They'll…call......back," she gasped between thrusts.
He shrugged and resumed his measured thrusts, sometimes speeding up and then slowing down, driving her insane.
Suddenly the phone by her bed rang and rang and rang. After the fourth ring, her answering machine clicked on. They never stopped moving as her voice said,
"You have reached Toni Mason, leave a message at the sound of the tone," * CLICK *
"Marron, it's Gateau. Pick up the damn phone. We've found him!"
Marron froze in mid thrust before swiftly rolling off of her and grabbing the phone. She nearly screamed in anger but knew better than to let him see her that way. She knew that she had a better chance of landing Marron Church if she didn't act like a raging wild-woman. He liked his women calm and controlled, just like him.
"Gateau, it's Marron. What's the situation?" Marron asked calmly as if he always got interrupted in the middle of having sex.
"The detectives finally located him. Both he and your father are alive. And you'll never believe this one: your father works for Aunt Stella!" Gateau laughed at the sheer irony of the whole situation.
"He works for Mama?"
"Yep, he's the President of the American branch and he's in the position of making CEO within the year." Gateau laughed with obvious relief now that their search was finally finished.
"Have you told Mama yet?" Marron inquired as he got up, grabbing his underwear and pants and putting them on. All the while Toni looked on in disbelief.
"Yeah, man, I told her just before I called you," Gateau responded. "What do you want to do?"
Marron tugged his shirt off the chair and pulled it on with ease despite still holding the phone. "Get the jet ready, of course. I'll be home in about forty-five minutes. That'll give us time to pack and then hit the airport," he said as he picked up his shoes and sat of the bed putting them on his bare feet.
"I thought that'd be what you wanted, so I already made arrangements. Mama and Eclair are already here packing for you, so why don't you meet us at the airport. The plane will be ready within the hour." Marron could hear the smile in the other man's voice.
"Thanks man, what'll I ever do without you, I don't want to know," Marron said smiling, easy affection in his voice. He hung up the phone and turned to Toni, quickly reading her eyes before her mask of calm could slide back in place. He wasn't fooled by her and he never would be.
Toni was seething. Just when she was about to make her move, that fucking idiot called. She knew he couldn't stand her or her twin brother, and she really didn't give a shit about him. He always got in her way when it came to Marron.
"You have to leave?" she asked softly, pulling the sheet over her chest, coyly hiding her breasts.
"Yes," Marron replied, fastening his watch. He gave her a sidelong glance and saw the fury reflected in her eyes before she swiftly lowered them.
"Oh, when will you be back?" She lifting her head and presented him with the cool, calm exterior that she knew he liked about her.
"I have no idea," Marron answered coolly as he slipped into his jacket. With a wry twist of his lips he put his socks and tie into his jacket pocket. "I'll try to give you a call next week," he finished vaguely, well aware of her machinations. The only thing she wants from me is my cock and my name, he thought cynically.
"I'll miss you." The sultry yet innocent whisper of her words was intended to intrigue him with a cool, unruffled exterior yet at the same time convince him that she actually needed him.
Marron quirked an elegant brow at her, "Toni, be honest with me for once. The only thing you really want out of me is the Church name and the Church money. That's the only reason why you dropped Gateau like a hot brick. You didn't think he was the heir to the Church fortune."
"How dare you say that?" she demanded, furious that he had read her like a book, "I have exclusively been your lover for the past three months. I've been turning men down ever since I met you. how can you say that about me?" Contrived tears began to fill her eyes. Beat that, you little fucker, she thought viciously.
Marron gazed at her unimpressed, "When you decide to be real with me, give me a call."
With that he turned and walked out the door. Through the thin wood he heard her cry of rage just before he heard the telephone slam against the door.
AUTHOR: Lemony Chocolate
EMAIL: wmj166@msn.com
WEB SITE:
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Look people, I don't own the Bakuretsu Hunter, the Sorcerer Hunters or any other Hunters. They are a copyright by A.D. Vision
FEEDBACK: Hell yeah! Uhm, sorry, yes please.
DISTRIBUTION: Archive please away
SPOILERS: none that I can think of.
SUMMARY: This fic. is an A/U dealing with child abuse, molestation and incest. This is a dark fic that came to me in a nasty little nightmare while I was sick.
Author's Note: I would like to thank the EXTREMELY excellent beta Sarryn. Ladies and Gentleman.....please, a round of applause.................
::CLAP! CLAP! SARRYN! SARRYN! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! SARRYN! SARRYN! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! ::
Introducing the Cast of Characters:
Stella Church = multi-billionaire business woman
Marron Church = her adopted son; genius; age 18
Gateau and Eclair Mocha = her nephew and niece; ages 20 & 18
Dota = Stella Church's personal assistant and right-hand woman
Syrus =Dota's fiancé and a noted psychiatrist
Mille Feuille = part of Stella Church's household and her personal physician
Onion Glace = president of the American branch of Church Corp.
Carrot Glace = his son; age 19
Apricot Glace = deceased, first wife to Onion Glace
Moss Glace = second wife to Onion, socialite
Zaha Torte =son to Moss by first husband; age 20
Willow = Original character, Onion Glace's executive assistant
Cinnamon Misu = old friend to Apricot Glace; socialite
Chocolate & Tira Misu = Cinnamon's daughters; Carrot's best friends; ages 19 & 18
========================================================== ======================================================================
And now the story.......................
Prologue
Thei r damp bodies arched and twisted in the bed. The musk of intercourse hung thickly about their writhing forms. The lush sounds of sex filled the air with the woman's husky moans of encouragement to her lover. His slender back gleamed under the moonlight as muscles rippled up and down his back with every slow, languid thrust into her willing body.
My god, she thought dazedly to herself, he may be young but he's incredible. Her body arched up as he thrust expertly into her, delving deeper into her with every twist of his hips, his hair spilling over her body as she clutched his shoulders in reaction.
"Oh god," she cried out, her head flung back in ecstasy writhing upon the hard cock of her lover.
Ring! Ring! Ring! Came the faint sound of his cell phone.
"Don't answer it," she gasped out, her body dewy with sweat, her hips churning under his.
"What if it's important?" he murmured into her ear, his hips never faltering.
"They'll…call......back," she gasped between thrusts.
He shrugged and resumed his measured thrusts, sometimes speeding up and then slowing down, driving her insane.
Suddenly the phone by her bed rang and rang and rang. After the fourth ring, her answering machine clicked on. They never stopped moving as her voice said,
"You have reached Toni Mason, leave a message at the sound of the tone," * CLICK *
"Marron, it's Gateau. Pick up the damn phone. We've found him!"
Marron froze in mid thrust before swiftly rolling off of her and grabbing the phone. She nearly screamed in anger but knew better than to let him see her that way. She knew that she had a better chance of landing Marron Church if she didn't act like a raging wild-woman. He liked his women calm and controlled, just like him.
"Gateau, it's Marron. What's the situation?" Marron asked calmly as if he always got interrupted in the middle of having sex.
"The detectives finally located him. Both he and your father are alive. And you'll never believe this one: your father works for Aunt Stella!" Gateau laughed at the sheer irony of the whole situation.
"He works for Mama?"
"Yep, he's the President of the American branch and he's in the position of making CEO within the year." Gateau laughed with obvious relief now that their search was finally finished.
"Have you told Mama yet?" Marron inquired as he got up, grabbing his underwear and pants and putting them on. All the while Toni looked on in disbelief.
"Yeah, man, I told her just before I called you," Gateau responded. "What do you want to do?"
Marron tugged his shirt off the chair and pulled it on with ease despite still holding the phone. "Get the jet ready, of course. I'll be home in about forty-five minutes. That'll give us time to pack and then hit the airport," he said as he picked up his shoes and sat of the bed putting them on his bare feet.
"I thought that'd be what you wanted, so I already made arrangements. Mama and Eclair are already here packing for you, so why don't you meet us at the airport. The plane will be ready within the hour." Marron could hear the smile in the other man's voice.
"Thanks man, what'll I ever do without you, I don't want to know," Marron said smiling, easy affection in his voice. He hung up the phone and turned to Toni, quickly reading her eyes before her mask of calm could slide back in place. He wasn't fooled by her and he never would be.
Toni was seething. Just when she was about to make her move, that fucking idiot called. She knew he couldn't stand her or her twin brother, and she really didn't give a shit about him. He always got in her way when it came to Marron.
"You have to leave?" she asked softly, pulling the sheet over her chest, coyly hiding her breasts.
"Yes," Marron replied, fastening his watch. He gave her a sidelong glance and saw the fury reflected in her eyes before she swiftly lowered them.
"Oh, when will you be back?" She lifting her head and presented him with the cool, calm exterior that she knew he liked about her.
"I have no idea," Marron answered coolly as he slipped into his jacket. With a wry twist of his lips he put his socks and tie into his jacket pocket. "I'll try to give you a call next week," he finished vaguely, well aware of her machinations. The only thing she wants from me is my cock and my name, he thought cynically.
"I'll miss you." The sultry yet innocent whisper of her words was intended to intrigue him with a cool, unruffled exterior yet at the same time convince him that she actually needed him.
Marron quirked an elegant brow at her, "Toni, be honest with me for once. The only thing you really want out of me is the Church name and the Church money. That's the only reason why you dropped Gateau like a hot brick. You didn't think he was the heir to the Church fortune."
"How dare you say that?" she demanded, furious that he had read her like a book, "I have exclusively been your lover for the past three months. I've been turning men down ever since I met you. how can you say that about me?" Contrived tears began to fill her eyes. Beat that, you little fucker, she thought viciously.
Marron gazed at her unimpressed, "When you decide to be real with me, give me a call."
With that he turned and walked out the door. Through the thin wood he heard her cry of rage just before he heard the telephone slam against the door.