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Challenge: [115] An offer you can’t refuse
Title: Blackmail
Word Count: 389
Spoilers: None
Rating/Warnings: R (Language.)
Notes: I really don't know what to say about this one. Maybe I should apologize in advance.

Olette stepped into the back alley, her schoolbag in one hand and a note in the other. Written in the one-eyed girl’s brusque manner, it read, "Back alley. After school. Alone."

Wary that she might be stepping into a trap, Olette rounded the corner and saw Fuu standing by a signpost. Seifer, Rai, and Vivi were nowhere in sight. It’s not like her to be away from Seifer’s side. "Fuu, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes."

"Okay… Um…about what?"

Fuu reached into her own schoolbag and pulled out a stapled document. Oh, come on. This isn’t another ‘decree’ by Seifer, is it? How many pages this time? Fuu held the paper out for her to read. Okay. Valky—Oh. My. God.

That’s my fanfic!

Olette tore open her bag, flipping through her books. I knew I shouldn’t have brought that with me to school! Did that…monosyllabic Cyclops see me editing it during lunch? "Where--?"

"Dropped."

Olette held her breath, heart ready to explode. It…it has sex. If word gets around that I wrote that, my life is over - Hayner and Pence will never let me hear the end of it. She breathed out, loosening her fingers to tentatively reach for the incriminating fic. "T-Thanks for finding that for me."

Fuu pulled it away, watching as her fingers closed on empty air.

"Hey! Come on…give it back, please?"

Fuu put the paper back in her schoolbag. "No."

Olette clenched her nails into in her fists. "Why not?"

"Blackmail."

I should have known. "Well, what do you want?"

"Fanfic."

"You…want me to write one for you?"

"Yes."

"And if I don’t?"

"School. Embarrassment."

Olette twisted her hair around her fingers, chewing her lip. I hate her so much – and I can’t do anything! "Okay. Tell me what you want me to write, and I’ll do it."

"Me. Seifer. Dickgirl. Bondage. Noncon."

Olette gaped. "You and… That’s disgusting!"

Fuu gave her schoolbag an emphatic pat, as if to remind Olette of the blackmail fic’s contents. "Noncon incest."

There’s nothing I can do. Olette dropped to her knees. Not while she has the fic. She ran her hands on the cool cobblestones, conscious of Fuu waiting for an answer. I give up. Being a literary slave is better than public humiliation.

"Okay. I’ll do it."

Besides, I already have an idea...