Depravity

Shuichi stood in the line behind Suguru and his Dom. They could hear a woman speaking in the other room, but weren’t able to make out any specific words. All the subs with them seemed to be full of a nervous energy.

Shuichi stood still, trying to keep himself calm. He looked over at his band-mate, kneeling on the floor a few feet in front of him. His top had ridden up a bit, and the singer could see a large painful looking bruise on his side. He made a mental note to get the story from Suguru later on.

Without warning, the line began to move forward. There were about seventy-five subs in all, and one by one they were being led into the dining room. Shuichi noticed that while the line continued to feed through the door, he and Suguru were being held back. Turning to his Dom, he gave a questioning look.

Master Kentaro answered by simply stating, “We’re saving the best for last, Pretty Boy.”

Suguru overheard and groaned nervously, watching the leash attached to him swing in a small arc. This was all getting to be a little much for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he did. But his hip hurt, and he was still calming down from watching Shuichi bite that girl and the aftermath, and now they were going to parade him around the room.

Before he could continue his little pity-fest, a voice in the back of his head piped in. It wanted to know why he was complaining. For once in his life, he was truly enjoying himself; he was with someone he loved, and having one amazing sexual experience after another. He remembered that Hiro loved him and wanted him.

Why was he upset?

Suguru couldn’t answer the question, so instead he focused on what was going on around him. He hadn’t realized how many beautiful subs there were in the room with them. They seemed to be split up in the room according to kinks. There were cosplayers in one corner. Most had either cat or rabbit costumes on, and sat and moved like the animal they portrayed. They didn’t seem to be full into the psyche of their animal, unlike some other subs, like Shuichi. Instead, for them it was more of a role-playing game.

Another group seemed very gothic, dressed all in black with black eyeliner and blood red lips. They looked like they were to be laid out and eaten by their Masters in some kind of vampiric game. Suguru had to admit to himself that they fascinated him a bit. He always liked the goth look, and wondered how Hiro would react if he walked into a room dressed like those subs. Smiling, he decided it would be worth giving it a try some day.

There were also subs in various states of bondage. Some simply had their hands or ankles bound, like him. Others were gagged, hooded, straitjacketed or strapped into some kind of spreader contraption. One girl wore black opera gloves which absolutely mesmerized the keyboardist. He actually found himself getting aroused at the thought of having a set strapped onto him one day.

Drawing his eyes away from her, he found a section of the room that was full of human animals. There were mostly dogs and pigs and ponies. He hadn’t realized there were other forms of animals in BDSM games, and couldn’t understand how a man or a woman could allow themselves to be transformed into a dog or a pig. At least a pony had beauty and grace to it. It worked hard, stood tall, and was one HELL of a sexy costume. But the dogs and pigs seemed to be in it just for the humiliation aspect. It wasn’t Suguru’s cup of tea.

After about fifteen minutes had passed, it was finally Suguru’s turn to be presented to the room. He was led out by his Dom on his hands and knees, and brought to the Resort Owner’s side. The Owner was a beautiful Dominatrix. She had long black hair pulled back in a braid, dark eyes, creamy skin, and was wearing a black filmy dress that barely hung on her body. The material was see-through, and Suguru noticed she was wearing a chain-mail corset underneath that began below her breasts and ended right under her stomach, revealing everything. Her white fuck-me boots ended just above her knees, and seemed a bit in contrast with the rest of her dress. It made her exude a presence of both virginal innocence and whorish temptation.

“This little one is new to our lifestyle. He was collared only yesterday.” Suguru stayed on his hands and knees, his eyes downcast. When he heard the Dominatrix introducing him, he couldn’t help but smile and shake his ass a little. It was a stage move he used quite often, but never while kneeling down.

“Cheeky, isn’t he?” she asked as the leather whip in her hand swung and connected with his thighs. Suguru didn’t realize the Dominatrix was armed, and jumped at the hit. It didn’t hurt him much, he was really only startled. In response, he stilled himself immediately.

“Ah, but he knows his place already! Mmm, looks like he was born to be submissive.” The Doms laughed as he was led off the stage and into the presence of his Master.

Hiro accepted the leash and pulled Suguru close to him. Affectionately rubbing his neck and then clasping his hands behind his back, the guitarist indicated that his sub was to crawl under the table. There were large soft pillows covering the floor, and Suguru sat down on the one on his Sensei’s right hand, leaning his head against Hiro’s knee.

Hiro placed his hand on Suguru’s back and stroked him. He didn’t realize how quickly he’d become possessive of his sub. Having Suguru out of his sight for the brief thirty or so minutes had become agonizing, and despite the conversation going on around him, he was completely unable to concentrate on anything other than wondering where his lover was. He hoped they were treating him well. He wondered if Suguru had enough water to drink. Was he too cold? Maybe Hiro should have dressed him more. Was he nervous or enjoying himself?

Finally, having Suguru lean against his leg while touching his skin, Hiro felt at ease once more and allowed himself to relax.

To end the presentation, Shuichi was led onto the stage by Master Kentaro. Pretty Boy held his arms around behind his back as if they were bound, and looked up with pride as he high stepped for everyone to see. He was quite a beautiful sight, and Eiri was very proud as he watched the other Doms’ eye his Boy with unhidden lust. As Shuichi pranced, his tail tinkled and the light reflected off the tiny bells. Shuichi did his best to stomp his feet hard, making clomping noises on the wood floor. Without his pony-boots, the result was muffled, but the actual movement of his legs was beautiful. He enthralled the room with his very presence.

Hiro had seen this a million times before. Shuichi walked into a room, and all eyes fell on him. Conversations were forgotten, dances abandoned, and the pink hair man commanded absolute attention and control.

And then, Hiro noticed what Shuichi was wearing.

He was shot back in time to that fateful day when Shuichi let slip that he and Yuki scened. He remembered riding home on his bike that day with visions on Pony-Shu short-circuiting his brain. He remembered cumming in his pants when he envisioned Yuki in the same gear.

No more imagining. No more wondering how the tail would sit inside his friend’s body. No more wishing to know if the harness would leave marks on his body. He knew that Shuichi was basically half-dressed, missing quite a few important pieces of his Pony gear. But the slight tease he was being given had him erect and throbbing. This was one Pony Hiro would do almost anything to ride.

Suguru watched Hiro, noticing his lover was very focused on Shuichi. This was the first time his Sensei had seen their friend in Pony Gear, and obviously Hiro liked the view. For some reason, seeing Hiro drool so openly upset Suguru, and he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

The Dominatrix introduced Shuichi to the room. “This is Pretty Boy. Watch out everyone, I heard he was a little spirited in the back room – biting one of the other subs.” A low rush of laughter drifted through the room.

Shuichi stopped prancing and looked at the Dominatrix with wide eyes. She looked back at him and laughed heartily. “Don’t worry Pretty Boy. From what I heard, she deserved it!”

The Head Mistress took the leash from Master Kentaro’s hands and held Shuichi at her side for the rest of her address to the room. Shuichi looked out at the room as she spoke, searching for his Master. He saw the glow of a cigarette and met Eiri’s eyes through the smoke.

Eiri was pissed off. Shuichi watched as he twisted the cigarette in his fingers, an obvious sign of his displeasure. What the singer couldn’t figure out was if he was angry with him or someone else. In an attempt to appease his Master, Shuichi decided to screw around the Dominatrix a little. After all, she was keeping him from his lover’s side.

He tossed his head high and let out a loud neigh, interrupting her. When she looked over at him, he stomped his feet and gnashed his teeth a little, making soft irritation noises.

She laughed, and reaching into the podium, she pulled out two sugar cubes. Offering them to Shuichi in the palm of her hand, the room watched as the feisty Pony picked up the first cube with his teeth only. He moved and opened his mouth daintily to keep his lips from touching her skin. He repeated the act with the second cube, munching it happily.

“Hmmm, looks like Yuki-sama has quite a high-maintenance Pony Boy in his hands.” Again the room was washed with laughter.

She continued talking as if the interruption had never happened. After another minute or so, Shuichi became restless once again. He knew he saw that those sugar cubes were pulled from somewhere inside the podium.

Dropping to his knees, Shuichi moved to the back of the podium, nudging the Dominatrix out of his way. He thrust his head inside the stand and searched out the treats.

There was a bag of sugar cubes waiting for him, and before the Mistress could respond, he backed out with the bag clenched between his teeth. Dropping it to the ground, he pressed his face into it in an attempt to gain access to the sweet sugar hidden inside.

The Dominatrix swooped down and grabbed the bag from the floor. “You know, if you were MY pony, you would have earned yourself a nice little discipline session for your naughty behavior. My discipline sessions are legendary. You should be happy you belong to Yuki-sama.” There was a playfully evil glint in her eyes, and even though Shuichi knew she wouldn’t lay a hand on him, he couldn’t help but gulp in fright.

The Mistress pulled one final sugar cube from the bag. “Okay, Pretty Boy. Here’s what you wanted.” She offered it to him in her palm. Instead of taking it, Shuichi sat back on his knees, lifted his head and held out his tongue, waiting for her to place the sugar into his mouth.

This time, the laughter that filled the room wasn’t subdued or gentle. The Doms and subs alike broke out in deep rolling laughs, thoroughly enjoying the Pony Boy’s antics.

The Mistress gave Shuichi the sugar cube and smiled at him. She whispered, “No wonder you’re so famous. You sure know how to control a room!”

Shuichi stood back up and bowed low to her, asking for forgiveness. In response, she winked and called out, “I think it’s time for me to return this Pony to his Master before he decides to play any other naughty little games. Enjoy your dinner everyone, and be sure to stick around for the fun before dessert!”

The Doms applauded loudly and watched as she stepped off the stage with Shuichi in tow. Eiri and Hiro stood to welcome their companions to the table. High stepping the way over, Shuichi finally stood before his Master for a moment and then turned to the Dominatrix. He didn’t give her a chance to speak before reaching out and grabbing his leash, pulling it from her grasp. With a toss of his head, he placed his leash in Eiri’s hands.

The novelist took the leash with a smirk. Obviously he wasn’t the only one anxious to reunite the two of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the Resort, he just didn’t like letting Shuichi out of his sight when they were scening.

Before he could chastise his Boy for his errant behavior, Shuichi dropped to the ground and performed a modified saikeirei bow, keeping his hands behind his back as best as possible. He then sat back on his legs, keeping his eyes to the ground.

Eiri was surprised by the bow. It was the first time Shuichi had done such a thing during a scene, and the novelist instantly realized it was a plea. His Boy was not happy being separated from him, and was begging to be allowed to stay at his side.

“You’re being a little bit cute right now,” Eiri said as he reached down and scratched behind Shuichi’s ear affectionately. He then pulled the sub’s arms around behind his back and cuffed him.

Realizing this was all the assurance he would receive at the moment, the singer smiled from ear to ear and crawled to his pillow at Eiri’s right side. He settled in, leaning against his lover’s leg and nuzzling into the patches of skin exposed through the laces of the leather pants.

Eiri and Hiro turned their attention to the Dominatrix and bowed to her in greeting. She bowed back and introduced herself as Aku Tenshi, asking that she be addressed at Mistress Tenshi. They immediately agreed, and introduced themselves to her.

Everyone at the table watched as Mistress Tenshi’s chair was removed. It was replaced by a beautiful male slave with golden skin and long blond hair. He knelt on his hands and knees, making himself as comfortable as possible before the Mistress settled onto his back for the duration of the evening. A male and a female slave also joined the Dominatrix, crawling under the table to be close to her.

Once they were all seated, the dinner began. Gorgeous male and female slaves began a dance through the room, bringing trays of food and drink to every table. Each Dom was served a single plate and a single drink, which confused Hiro. When Mistress Tenshi’s attentions were elsewhere, Eiri leaned over and explained the process to the new Dom.

“You can either eat your food first and then have a second plate delivered for your sub, or feed your sub by hand off your own plate, or let him go hungry for the night. It’s your choice.” Hiro thanked Eiri for his help and choose to dine first, and then let Suguru eat his own plate of food.

The dinner consisted of smaller finger-sized portions that could either be eaten with chopsticks or hands. There were tender morsels of filet-mignon wrapped in puff-pastry, small pieces of fish in cup-shaped biscuits, tiny bite-sized rice balls and a myriad of vegetables. Every single bite was a sliver of heaven.

Unlike Hiro, Eiri choose to nourish his sub in a more personal manner. After every second or third bite of food, he would place a morsel in the palm of his right hand and present it to his handcuffed Pony Boy. Shuichi would press his face into Eiri’s hand and eat the food from his palm, making sure to lick his Master clean after every bite.

Shuichi looked up into his lover’s eyes with utter devotion and adoration. He was completely caught up in worshiping his Master, hanging on every breath and every word uttered from his lips. He needed this to help re-ground him. Being away from his Master was truly a traumatic event for Shuichi, and he only hoped the rest of the night would continue to get better. He was so focused on Eiri that he didn’t even acknowledge the presence of the other subs under the table with him, even when they brushed up against him while moving around.

After a few more bits of food were fed to his Pretty Boy, Eiri picked up a small golden bowl. Pouring in liquid from his own glass, he filled the bowl and presented it to Shuichi. The singer dipped his lips to the cool flavored water, lapping it into his mouth.

Suguru watched the interaction between Eiri and Shuichi with fascination. He knew Hiro was planning on giving him his own plate of food soon, but couldn’t help but wish that he would be fed like the singer. All this was so new and fascinating to Suguru. He wondered if perhaps he and his Master would someday progress to the same stage of intimacy as the other couple. He hoped so.

When he first crawled under the table to sit on the pillow by Hiro’s leg, he felt utterly degraded. Suguru thought he was nothing more than a dog, forced to beg for scraps of food and all but ignored. As time went on, these feelings were completely invalidated. Suguru, Shuichi and almost all the other slaves in the room were being doted on. The Masters and Mistresses made sure to have almost constant contact with their subs, paying close attention to some of the more rambunctious pillow-dwellers. He realized that instead of feeling humiliated, he was actually feeling overwhelmed with love for his Sensei. Every moment that passed seemed to bond them closer together.

The feeling was exhilarating and made his heart pound.

The Doms kept their conversation light. Mistress Tenshi expressed her interest in some of Eiri’s darker novels, discussing her love for their grit and angst. The novelist became caught up in discussing his latest novel with her, giving a sneak peak into the characters and their trials to come. Shuichi nuzzled against Eiri’s leg while he listened, already knowing the details his Master was revealing.

Contrary to most people’s beliefs, Shuichi did read Eiri’s novels. How could he not? This man was the center of his universe, and he wanted nothing more than to be involved in every aspect of his life. He read the first novel right after his sister showed him and Hiro Eiri’s author photo on the back.

The book was so romantic, so beautiful, so angsty with its unhappy ending! Shuichi was only just getting to know Eiri when he read it, and assumed anyone that could write such words of love had to practice what he preached. He was wrong. It took a long time for Eiri to show any warmth, but any time he did, Shuichi would commit the moment to his memory. It was those moments that helped to sustain him during their darker periods, reminding him what he was fighting for.

As he sat on the pillow resting most of his weight to one side, he pressed his nose into the exposed skin of his Master’s leg. He was so content, so completely happy to be there in Eiri’s presence. Anything else that happened was just whipped cream on the strawberries.

Besides being a fan of Eiri’s books, it also turned out that Mistress Tenshi collected electric guitars. She launched into a discussion about her finer pieces with Hiro, both of them becoming engrossed in the conversation. Eiri took this time to pay a little more direct attention to his sub.

When he looked down, the haze across Shuichi’s eyes spoke volumes. His boy was in sub-space, just from being near him.

“I didn’t get a chance to find out everything that happened in the back room; just little bits and pieces. From what I gathered, you’re fine, right?”

Shuichi tossed his head ‘yes’ in agreement, his eyes lighting up with slight mischief. Eiri wanted more details, but as ponies cannot speak, he decided to ask someone else.

“Excuse me, Hiro. May I speak with your sub?”

Hiro drew his attention away from Mistress Tenshi for a moment and answered, “Yes, of course.” He then told Suguru to go sit by Eiri until the other Master was done speaking with him.

Suguru crawled over the pillows to Eiri’s left side, next to Shuichi. Even though he was so close to his friend, the Pony didn’t seem to notice his presence. He looked up at Eiri and waited to be addressed.

“Suguru, please tell me what happened before the submissive presentation.”

Suguru recapped the story for the novelist, keeping his voice low, describing the over-zealous fan-girl, Shuichi’s attempt to intervene, the uninvited touching and the bite it earned her. He then described how she was disciplined by the Resort Doms.

Eiri was satisfied with the story, and proud of his Pony. Shuichi had behaved exactly as any good pony would. Without the use of his voice, and in many occasions, his hands, the pony had to find other means of communication. Unwanted attention could usually be met with a swift kick or a bite. Not even Pretty Boy was beyond lashing out at his own Master, although such instances were very rare and could be counted on one hand.

He thanked Suguru and let him know he could go back to Hiro’s side. When he returned, Hiro laid out a plate full of food and a bowl with sweetened water inside. Without the use of his hands, Suguru ate his dinner at his Sensei’s feet, stopping every now and then to be praised, petted and loved.

Eiri was full, but had been feeding Shuichi only tiny pieces and knew his sub was still hungry and thirsty. He ran one finger under his sub’s harness straps, seeing the marks it was making on the skin beneath. Later, when he stripped Shuichi, the marks would wrap around his body begging to be touched and kissed.

Eiri brought himself back to the present and concentrated on feeding the singer slowly, occasionally teasing him by pulling his hand away at the last second. After doing this several times in a row, Pretty Boy grew a little aggravated and decided to show his Master his displeasure. When the next piece of food was presented to him, he nipped at Eiri’s palm, lightly biting his skin.

Eiri hissed and stared down into his sub’s playful eyes. Shuichi still hadn’t released his hold on the novelist’s skin. He stroked the small patch of skin between his teeth left and right with his tongue before kissing him and moving back, chewing his food.

The Dom arched an eyebrow at him, but cut back on the amount of teasing as he fed his boy. Once their plate, glass and drinking-bowl were empty, Eiri stood up.

“Mistress Tenshi, Hiro, please excuse me for a moment.” Shuichi didn’t want to be left alone, even if Eiri’s only destination was the bathroom. He neighed softly, drawing Eiri’s eyes to him.

“Do you want to come too Pretty Boy?” Shuichi animatedly nodded yes and picked up his leash in his teeth. Eiri took the leash and led them both from the room towards the men’s lounge. Shuichi’s wrist cuffs were released.

Both men took a moment to relieve themselves, clean their bodies and wash their hands. Before returning to the dining room, Eiri pulled Shuichi over to one of the lush couches. He sat, positioning his Boy in his lap.

“I wanted to let you know that I’m very proud of you tonight.” Eiri slipped his fingers under Shuichi’s collar and pulled his Boy in for a kiss. They sat there for a little while, just holding and kissing each other. To Shuichi’s dismay, Eiri finally pulled away and pointed to the floor. Shuichi got back down on his knees, his wrists were bound together once more, and they returned to the dining room.

Once again, Suguru watched as Hiro’s eyes were drawn to his best friend. Shuichi was completely oblivious to Hiro’s attentions, but the keyboardist found himself getting angry at him anyway.

When the Master and his Pony finally settled back down, Shuichi nuzzled into Eiri’s legs again, ghosting his breath over the exposed patches of skin. Eiri couldn’t help but shiver.

The heated breath was soon replaced with the lapping of a small silky tongue. Shuichi made his way up Eiri’s legs until his face was between his Master’s knees. Nuzzling the skin surrounding him, Shuichi made soft huffing noises before looking up to catch Eiri’s eyes.

Eiri watched Shuichi’s little seduction with great interest. If this was the kind of game his lover wanted to play, the novelist wouldn’t deny him.

“Tell me, Pretty Boy. Are you ready for some dessert?”

Shuichi nodded yes emphatically, rubbing his body up and down Eiri’s knees.

“What would you like to have for dessert?” In response, Shuichi pressed forward and snuggled his face into Eiri’s crotch, rubbing his cheek against the leather encased thighs, and mouthing the covered growing erection. He sat back and waited for permission to continue.

His permission came in the form of Eiri reaching down and unzipping his pants, pulling his cock free of its confines. Shuichi wasted no time moving in. He pulled the head into his mouth and gently sucked on it, nipping at the tip a little.

Their play had not gone unnoticed. Suguru was the first to see the erotic display taking place. He was engrossed in the scene, and gasped when Eiri’s cock was exposed. The novelist was HUGE! Suguru felt himself instantly get hard and rubbed his cock against Hiro’s leg.

Hiro stopped speaking mid-sentence at the feeling of the steely hardness pressing into him and looked down. Suguru’s eyes were glazed and he was slowly humping himself against his Sensei.

Following his sub’s gaze, Hiro looked to his left to see Eiri’s cock being drawn in and out of Shuichi’s red lips. His best friend’s cheeks would draw in tight around Eiri, sucking hard and steadily on his lover.

Hiro groaned and rubbed his own cock with the palm of his hand. The pure sexuality dripping from Shuichi’s body intoxicated him, and he knew that if this continued much longer, he’d cum in his pants.

Mistress Tenshi also noticed the rapture taking over her guests of honor. She watched with unabashed attention, licking her lips at the unbelievably erotic game taking place in the seat next to hers. One of the employees informed her it was time to start the contest, but she shooed him away. The contest could wait.

Shuichi licked and sucked Eiri’s cock, trying to put as much desire, need and love into the act as possible. He worshiped his Master, and he worshiped his Master’s cock. Working his head back and forth, the singer deep-throated his lover and swallowed, forcing his throat to contract and undulate around Eiri’s cock. When he added a near silent hum, Eiri bucked slightly and then pulled away, his cock slipping out of Shuichi’s mouth.

“Boy, climb up onto my lap, facing me.” Shuichi did as he was told, his own erection stretching the leather shorts he wore.

Eiri reached down between them and pulled on Shuichi’s shorts hard, not exposing his lover, but creating a little pocket in the front. Taking his cock in his hand, Eiri placed the tip into the small opening he created and stroked himself.

Shuichi’s blow job was amazing, and it didn’t take long for Eiri to reach his climax. With a final rough tug, Eiri shuddered and came inside his sub’s pants, bathing his cock and balls with the hot white liquid.

The leather was released, and Eiri pressed his palm over Shuichi’s hard cock and swollen balls, rubbing his cum into his boy’s body.

“Thank you Pretty Boy, that was very pleasant. Back under the table with you.”

Shuichi slipped back down onto his pillow, the cum in his pants beginning to cool and coagulate. He couldn’t help but grimace a bit at the feeling. He now knew he’d spend the rest of the night with his pants full of Eiri’s cum. It was one of the nastiest things he’d ever had to endure. It was also one of the hottest things he’d ever had to endure, and it kept him hard for the rest of the night’s events.

Mistress Tenshi took a shuddering breath and stood up. Walking back to the podium, she began, “Well, now that we’ve all finished our dinners, and some of us have indulged in a little dessert,” at this point, she stared directly at Yuki-sama with a smile and a wink, “it’s time to have a little contest!”

Several house slaves moved through the room with small baskets in their hands. The baskets contained golden bells, about three times the size of the bells adorning Shuichi’s tail. As they walked, the slaves threw handfuls of the bells to the floor, until there were bells nearly everywhere you looked.

Continuing, Mistress Tenshi said, “This game is for the submissives to play. The winner of the contest will receive a free three day stay at the resort with two spa treatments included. The loser will be forced to hang on the St. Andrew’s Cross behind me for the rest of the dinner, completely nude. Are you ready for the rules?”

The room applauded in response. Shuichi didn’t care what the game was or what the rules were, he just knew, without a doubt, that he would win and make Eiri even more proud of him. He sat back and listened to Mistress Tenshi with rapt attention.

Yep, he was going to win.

TBC….

A/N:
Ah my reviews, I LOVE YOU!! Kisses, hugs, and five lashes to you all!!!

In response to SerialXLain’s review -
You know you're kinky when:
...you keep fake hanging plants around the house, just so your mother will never know what all those hooks in the ceiling are really for
...someone asks how long you've been doing this ponyboy routine, and you snort and start to stamp your foot
...you have the closest 24 hour locksmith as #1 on your speed dial list.
...vanilla means anything BUT a flavoring for ice cream, and when you say the word, you can’t keep the disgust out of your voice.
...you can't pass by an iron fence without drooling.
...you chose your last car based on the location of the garment hooks.
...there's enough rope in your bedroom to scale Mt. Everest.
...you fake injuries just so you can replenish the medical play kit from the ER.
...investing in stocks and bonds means refurbishing the play area.
...you overhear your neighbor training his dog to sit, beg, play dead, roll over; and find yourself obeying quicker than the dog does.

Saikeirei: The person gets down on their knees and bows to the point where their forehead touches the ground. Literally translation, “Most Respectful Bow”. I think Sakano does this bow multiple times in the anime and manga 

Aku Tenshi – Evil Angel

Opera Gloves (NOT WORKSAFE!!): http://www.stockroom.com/j298.htm

Thanks again to AshCat!!! BIG TIME THANKS! I MEAN HUUUUGE THANKS!!!

Next Chapter: The bell contest. Disaster strikes. Love cures all.

See you in a few days!

~ffpanda