A crackfic about 3 best friends thrown into a yaoi manga based in a sex school. Based on a true story, literally. Potentially rude jokes ahead. Review! No flames.

Well pleasure to meet you! This is based on true desires ( meheh) as in, I would loved to be thrown into a manga ( which is what we wished for). DISCLAIMER to the manga mentioned (Manga is based on : Ai no yokubou something-something.)eerm... this fic was just for fun. So I do not need any negative homophobic stupid comments , rather happy ones Dont take offence when Tammy and I call each other fags and faggots, thats our means of affections. WE love fags , we watch them go at it, and most of all we support them.

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I cannot believe that Sam and Tammy had managed to drag me into this side of the markets. The dodgy side. The side that involved the odd emo guy staring at us through heavy lidded eyes, eyes that reeked with emptiness. Please, don't get me wrong! I don't hate emo's or Goths, infact I love their style. But, its not how I would ever depict myself in...

Oh dear, now I feel bad.I accidently kicked some sand from my boots into the local old man that bludged on his stone-age chair. Sam was too busy checking out the lanky guys , twirling around with her adorable pidgeon-like way of walking. She tripped on a stone, cussing and scratching her hair distractedly. We didnt fit in this crowd, I mean just by analysing our dressing . I paused while Sam placed a skull pendant beneath her fingers, rubbing gently against the roughly cut yet striking red gems. It even caught my eye, well shiny things generally do catch my eyes. We had lost Tammy once again, admist the thinning crowd.

" Hey nandini , he is so f***ing hot!"

I glanced at the direction she was pointing too, cringing when I saw his hunched figure smoking something that did not look anything like a cigar.

" Sam, I don't know how you see that as hot. I cant even see under his make-up, let alone hair!"

She pretended to glare at me, smiling when she saw a fair blonde one coming out of a caravan.

" Now that one is hot.", I chided enthusiastically.

The blonde blushed at the burly male behind him, waving as he literally, frolicked away.

" Oh. Well that sucks.", Sam sighed exasperated.

She put her arm around me, leaning her forehead on my arm. I felt bad, as much as I didn't want her to feel offended at the sudden tilt of my arm. I had a handbag on my left arm, heavy with the essentials; drink bottle, hand sanitiser, book,hairbrush, camera, lipstick. Ah, you get the drill.

Sam ran her eyes over my bright pink dress,shaking her head while laughing wholeheartedly.

My dress, which she found so amusingly, was boutique and from Singapore. Where as hers, was flannel shirt that was definitely more exciting. I warned her to dress up , but she just shook her shoulders. Thats the difference between her and me, I take the time to dress up and study, and Sam just does whatever. Tammy's too busy watching gay porn, managing the occasional study and panicking every time she felt police sirens near her house.

" Where is she?", my voice yelled angrily.

Several heads turned, straightening their fringes and ogling at the stumbling and uncoordinated Sam. I mumbled angrily, searching through the little crowd for Tammy. Sure enough, I spotted the copper-dyed bob staring at one particular object in the palm of her hand. Somehow, my stomach lurched when I saw the exotic yet unfathomable beauty of the necklace. Its glinting rays reflected against my eyes, temporarily wincing me. Sam bounded over to Tammy, roughly shocking her out of the faze. I strolled over quickly, hiding the urgency in my eyes.

"Oi, faggot!"

No answer from the mesmerised Tammy. Usually she'd snap something back, or she would call me out and I'd snipe back. But this time, something had magnificient had caught her eye.

" An Axora necklace, said to have powers."

"Oh.", was Sam's intelligent reply. Who could blame her?

There was something astounding, almost dangerous about holding such a jewel in your hand.

" It's beautiful.", I found myself complimenting it. Tammy brought it up the sun, allowing its purity to wash over its aghast audience.

" It is indeed."

The three of us gasped. I grabbed onto Sam's shirt, although in battle it would prove useless.

I forced a smile in pretense relief when I saw the old woman that appeared out of nowhere. As she smiled , a few decayed teeth was on the brink to fall out. I was not the one to judge a book by its cover, but this woman had a certain vibe that raised alarm bells. Her ring glinted a dull glow, slowly lifting the necklace to meet her half-opened right eye.

" Is it true, about the magical powers?", Sam asked interestedly.

The old lady nodded with a strange smile," Aye indeed. Very powerful indeed. The only people who wish upon the necklace the first time, will be the masters of such necklace. This necklace grants wishes and diminishes them too. "

" How do we wish, and destroy a wish?", Tammy questioned softly. Underneath that apparent polite exterior was a porn fanatic, just waiting to pounce on innocent children . I blinked my glared attention to the old lady's crackly voice brought me back to reality

" In order to destroy it, something must be sacrificed from the main component of the wish."

I tugged Tammy's shirt, attempting to somehow persuade her to avoid this.

"I'll buy it!"

" Tammy," I whispered softly. " Please listen to me. Even if it was a magical necklace, why are you asking for trouble?"

" It's just a necklace, calm ya farm woman. "

I could feel shoulders tense with anger. Sam hugged me from behind, a restraint apparently.

So she bought it, despite my pleading look. Its not unusual that Tammy doesn't listen to me, but maybe I was over-reacting over a harmless necklace. We trudged over to the cheap stall, enjoying evenly distributed hot greasy chips, followed by sugary donuts. I grabbed some water from my bad, wiping away a droplet that ceased to dribble down my chin.

" So, what shall I wish for?"

"You mean, what shall we wish for?", Sam corrected while popping the last chip on her mouth.

She refused a tissue from me, wiping her hand against her faded jeans. I redirected my friend to stand in front of me, a cool blockage against the sun.

Tammy zipped her jersey up more, adjusting her fringe and scrunching her face to the sun as if on habit. No, not 'as if' it was...an annoying habit to do every ten seconds.

" To be rich?", Sam opted while leaning into Sam's cool shadow. Tammy moved herself next to me, earning a glare from Sam.

" What am I, a umbrella?"

" An umbrella, to be precise." Tammy mocked. She grinned when Sam kicked her against the shin, one of her masochist smiles.

" That's too boring!", I exclaimed.

" Yeah, what about...a harem of hot men.", Tammy grinned devilishly.

" I don't know what my mum would say about that."

Sam and Tammy laughed simultaneously.

" I've always wanted to be in an anime."

" Yeah, did you read that manga that I gave you last week? Ai no Yokubou-something."

Tammy widened her eyes and shifted her ass away from me.

" Maybe the first two chapters."

" Yeah. Lets do that!", Sam cheered while dowsing the drink bottle that she stole from my side.

So, that's exactly what we did. We each held our fingers on top of the necklace. I felt the slight throb of energy, perhaps it was the sun?

The colours washed over us , like a hypnotic dream or song that soared our hearts. I shut my eyes in apprehension, holding stale air in my throat. In my head there was the latest page of the manga that played in my we didn't notice was the necklace had began to emit even more heat. We were too afraid to lose that slight colliding touch of each other's fingers.

" I'm afraid." , I whispered softly.

" This is stupid!", my copper-dyed friend laughed.

" MY HANDS ARE F***ING STUCK TO THE NECKLACE!", Sam swore while shuddering violently.

"NO."

And that folks, is where the ground left our feet.

My whispers were unheard off, because soon we were screaming our hearts out in a whirl of colours. It's a horrible thought to be constantly at a high speed into a dark vortex that crushed the remaining air in your lungs into tiny shards. For those who disagree, well I'm afraid that you'll never understand. I was afraid. The feeling of falling never ending was a constant reminder to remain alert. I lost the reality of my three best friend's cool fingers colliding against my own. The urge to cry out in agony only awaited to be indulged. Sam. Tammy. Can you hear me? Please answer me. I'm so scared. Even with this drifting sensation into the coloured abyss, each clear and transfixing tear droplet opposed all laws of physics and headed, almost heavenly upwards. At least before I disappeared, I saw such a heart wrenching sight .But then an unknown force gripped me, and torturously released me.

My tailbone crashed against the luxuriously carpeted ground, too blanked to deny the shoots of pain that arrowed through my ass. Somewhere in my consciousness, I heard Tammy and Sam swear at their impact. But we were all too shocked to move our bruised limbs. My eyes slowly opened, gasping as a thread of light erupted onto my face. I groaned, attempting to heavy my weight to stand. Tammy also groaned, rubbing her elbows through shut eyes.

" Faark, that hurts!", she cried out.

" SAM! TAMMY!", I cried out through blurry eyes. We widened our eyes instantly at Sam's cry out for help, scrambling to our feet towards the chorus of curses. Sam lay painfully on her back. I rushed over to her side, cringing when I saw the mess that Sam had nearly landed on. A couple was in the middle of ...well...doing it. My pidgeon-toed friend straightened her shirt, fumbling with the little coordination she was born in, only to curse at the cum that splashed across her shirt.

" Oh come on, don't act all surprised. It's not like you haven't seen it before.", Tammy folded her arms with an pretend innocent smile.

I bit my lip to prevent myself from obviously laughing.

Sam crossed her arms and narrowed her amused eyes, " Yeah, like you're the one to talk."

" Yeah, the real stuff that you guys have done and watch ,must be nothing compared to the stuff I read."

Tammy raised her eyebrows, tilting her head in my direction.

" Faggots read stuff"

" And normal people watch real penetrating porn? Just shut up Tammy.", I shook my head sarcastically.

This was the circle of life, us three fighting.

The two men (whom were still in the midst of serious thrusting) were however, not as equally amused. The obvious dominant fellow zipped up his pants and waved his hand to his secretary to move. He strolled over to his office chair calmly, raking his hand through his hair. Already his cologne had dazed our senses into intoxication, which raised me on high alert. He motioned us to have a seat, grabbing a small object out of his expensive satin black suit. He lighted a cigarette, blowing out clouds of smoke that wafted onto our faces. I crinkled my nose, trying not to inhale any toxic smoke.

" So, what brings you through my hole-free roof?"

" He's hot." Sam mumbled in my ears. Tammy and I nodded our heads as if assessing fashion displayed down a runaway.

The man spoke clear English, although heavily accented- still understandable.

" Excuse me, perhaps you don't understand me. After all, you spoke English."

" Sir, with all due respect please pretend that we didn't land in your room only minutes 're sorry that we interrupted your daily activities. But we really need to go now, sort ourselves out.", I gritted through clamped teeth.

" Where?", the striking man question with a challenging puff of his toxic cigar.

"Somewhere.", Tammy answered with a polite yet forced smile. She fiddled with the heavy necklace against her chest, not noticing the cracks around the emblem that appeared.

The three of us still unsteady from our fall stormed towards the door, only to be faced with another obstacle. This time it was the fully clothed blonde secretary. He bowed politely, and blushed a light pink.

" He's cute.", Tammy pointed out loudly.

Sam and I shook our heads with narrowed eyes.

" Now what?", my perverted manly friend smoother her fringe.

" Theres 3 of us.", Sam proposed with a flex of her nonexistent muscles.

" With our stunning reflexes? Come on. " , I scoffed while rubbing my temples.

Where was panadol when you need it?

" Let me introduce myself, my name is Asagi and this sexy man is Ion. Now who might you young ladies be?"

" Pleasure to meet you.", the cute man blushed.

Tammy slurred with a secret grin, " No pleasure to meet you."

I glared Tammy. There was an awkward pause as Asagi waited for our late introductions.

" Tammy."

"Sam."

She had somehow found a bowl of mints, and popped a few into her mouth. I tapped her arm for some, and she gave me a few to put into my pocket.

" Nandini.", I replied curtly.

" You're not going to ask us where we're from?", Sam inquired with an odd tremble of her hands.

" No. Because I simply don't care at this moment. You see this school is facing a very serious teacher have potential in your 18 year old selves that I have been seeking for a very long time. I will provide you accommodation, security ...a job. "

" That's funny , that was at the manga that I read last week.", I whispered to the wall .

" Who are you?"

It wasn't a mere question that I demanded; it was an accusation – a serious one.

" I am the principal of the world's leading, and only... all boys sex academy. "

I widened my eyes, grabbing Sam and Tammy's arm.

"I know him."

" Without me, you have nowhere else to go. " , the satisfied man adjusted his chair.

" I hate owing this man something and plus, he doesn't realise that I'm a year younger."

" I know Nandini, but what choice do we have?" , Sam smiled reassuringly.

Tammy shared my look of distrust, before scrunching her face and flicking her fringe.

" Fine. We'll take your offer, but on one condition.", I paused to take a deep breath. Somehow it seemed his cold eyes bore bullets through my chest. " Our presence here must remain secret. Oh and, sort out something so that we don't get molested by one of your students. "

The principal reached out his hand as a sign of accomplishment, raising his eyes when Sam shook his hands. As the oldest, I assumed she took on the minute's responsibility.

" Ion, sort out their time tables and accommodation. Make sure their comfortable in our school. Show them the ropes, not literally of course. "

Ion shuddered in response.

As we exited the beautifully polished office, The principal's shirt flew, revealing his pale sculptured chest. He shared a look of interest at me, the last remaining body in his vast yet intimidating place of refuge.

I bowed my head momentarily, a silent gratitude for his kindness.

That was the beginning off our hell...in a harem.

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