Inspired by my yaoi-ish picture of Ubu and Shoka angrily squabbling, and partly because Eri putting the image in my head, I'm going to do an angry heated yaori one shot. Yep. It's Yaoi because they are princes, it's yuri because they are girls. I also imagine with with an older, more princey looking Ubu, more bishounen inspired looks, similar to Shoka.....You ready?.....Here we go.




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There was an anger burning inside her that instantly ignited into full on rage.

"She what?!" Shouted the silvernette, overcome with fury. Quickly, she composed herself, sliding a long-fingered hand through her silver bangs. A golden eye looked with a much softer gaze upon the pale girl before her in the arms of a darker skinned girl. They both looked at the Prince seriously. Hathor cradled the albino protectively to her chest, apparently just as upset as the prince.

"I-i-it was my fault," stammered the pale girl, looking wide-eyed at Ubu, "I shouldn't have-"

"You don't have to explain anything, how could she? How DARE she?..." said the taller girl, starting to pace, covering her mouth to stop the hate from spilling out. So, Shoka, her rival, the infamous Prince of Spica. She hadn't thought much of her at first, just another self-absorbed stranger, strutting around trying to make a scene. She had heard a rumor that the girl disliked her, but she never thought she'd do something like this! Why?

Gathering her resolve she marched up to the two and took Cecilia's hand. "This is NOT your fault." She said, looking very seriously into her deep crimson eyes. She glanced up with determination at Hathor, the blonde looked back, trying to read her expression. "Watch over her until I get back okay?"

"What are you going to do?"

Ubu was already turning on her heel and stomping toward the exit out of the dorms common room.

"I'm going to find that horrid excuse for a prince and make her pay!"

The door slammed behind her and, without having to keep herself reserved before her harem, let the fury burn in her eyes until her skin felt hot. She was going to find that rotten Shoka and do something. She couldn't let this go unpunished!

Meanwhile a certain violet haired Spican was reading in Spica's library, it was empty, save for one student librarian quietly putting away a pile of books. The book before her was Chemistry, she was looking at different compounds and their effects when exposed to fire or oxygen. How dangerous and interesting some of these chemicals were.

From her desk, she had a clear view of the large cathedral-like doors leading into the library, and couldn't help looking up when one door opened. There entered Ubu, her most hated rival. She seemed to be looking for someone and approached the little librarian girl to ask her something. The girl blushed and pointed right at Shoka.

The violet gaze moved from the sweet expression of the librarian to a surprisingly furious looking Ubu.

"Could you please leave us alone for a moment?" Said Ubu, "I'd like to talk to her alone." The girl seemed confused and blushed a little deeper at the thought of the two princes speaking in private, but she bowed and rushed out, pausing to look back at the two of them before disappearing to the outside.

Ubu took a deep breath, still looking perturbed. Shoka raised an eyebrow and smiled. She began to stand up, opening her mouth to say something snide when suddenly she was sent stumbling by a rather powerful impact to the jaw. It sent her falling back over the chair and to the floor.

Ubu stood beside her, fist clenched and knuckles red.

"HOW COULD YOU!"

She shouted, a few hairs falling out of place, her one visible eye burning with anger.

Shoka rubbed her jaw and sat up on one elbow, smiling her most devious grin, which only made Ubu angrier.

"YOU RAPED CECILIA!"

Shoke'a grin widened, and Ubu was going to lose it. She hated this girl so much, it took all of her self control not to leap upon the purplenette and beat her to a pulp. Nope, too late.

She came down over Shoka and grabbed her collar, kneeling on one knee over her, practically sitting on her stomach, one fist held back and ready to fly. Her face was as red as Shoka's cheek.

"Why?!" She asked, breathless with rage, sadness, and a complete lack of understanding. How could anyone be so...so... evil!?

"You should really blame yourself." responded the dark prince.

"What?" Ubu's expression became one of confusion.

"I did it to get to you. Because you're so caught up in your own little world. You think you're so special, oh great and mighty 'Grand Prince.' You're nothing. You couldn't even protect one stupid little girl. No. I took her. I had her. That's something you can't ever take back. You couldn't save her. You can't do anything."

"Shut up!" shouted Ubu, she wasn't going to hit her again, she wasn't worth the energy; instead she pushed her down against the floor as hard as she could and ripped herself away from her. She needed to think. This was her fault? She did this to Cece to get to her? How could she....it just didn't make sense, no sane, rational human being would....

Suddenly there were hands on her shoulders and she whipped around to glare at the purplenette standing too close. She could smell her peppermint breath. There weren't even any words, just fury for several moments.

"You're a monster." Said Ubu quietly, defiantly staring hard into the other Prince's eyes.

"I know." Smiled Shoka, then she did something unexpected. Shoka's lips pressed too-hard against Ubu's as her fingers simultaneously tightened around her shoulders. The silver prince immediately struggled to get away, putting both hands on the other girls chest and pushed. She was able to break free, but doing so disheveled her clothes and hair. She held the back of her hand against her lips and felt her pupils shrink. She moved away, putting several chairs and desks between them. She was so shocked she couldn't speak. What had just happened?!

Shoka was approaching, pushing chairs and tables out of her way, staring into Ubu's soul. The other prince wasn't going to run, but she didn't want that monster any closer to her either.

"Stay away from me!" She shouted. But all at once, Shoka was upon her, pinning her arms and using her weight to knock both of them to the ground where she pinned Ubu's arms over her head with one of her hands.

"Let's get a look at that princely facade shall we?" Purred Shoka.

"Don't!" Said Ubu, but Shoka's free hand already moved to push the silver bangs away.

"What's this?" said Shoka, sounding amused. She adjusted her position so as to sit on Ubu's stomach, leaning down over her to get a closer look as the other prince turned her scarred face away, gritting her teeth.

"So, the Prince isn't perfect. Not that that's any news to me."

Ubu couldn't think of anything to retort, her stomach was in knots with anger.

Shoka sat back, smug. "You really should relax."

She caressed Ubu's cheek. "What's the matter, afraid I'll do something you don't want me to?"

"Like hell!" She responded, fighting to free her wrists and attack Shoka again. "You just don't get it do you?! What's it going to take to make you stop?!"

Shoka was too close again, whispering to her so close that her lips brushed against those of the other prince, her voice was quiet, barely audible, intimate.

"Your complete and utter destruction."

Then Shoka was kissing her again. Ubu fought and Shoka's free hand wandered to her chest. What? What was...

Ubu's anger was threatening to explode into something else. Something bigger. Something that really could overpower this demon. Suddenly she was kissing her back, nipping at her lips, before catching her lip and biting it hard. Shoka gasped and pulled back, but reinforced her grip on the girl's wrists and moved her kisses to her jawline and neck. Ubu grunted, gritting her teeth again, and then Shoka's lips were back on hers. She struggled, and each time she attempted another bite, Shoka evaded. Until finally she caught soft flesh again and bit until she tasted blood. This, however, did make Shoka release her arms only to cradle her face, fingers slipping into her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her into another kiss.

Ubu's hands raised, clawing at the other Prince, but to no avail. She was starting to give in, Shoka...No wonder she was so easily able to manipulate others. This was...she didn't want to give the other Prince any credit, but at the same time, she knew what she was doing. Still, her stomach churned in disgust, this was the same person who had violated dear, sweet Cece. She was the worst kind of person there was!

She kissed her with renewed anger, twisting her fingers into Shoka's hair and pulling. Their bodies rocked until they were sitting up, Shoka was straddling Ubu's waist. Before they knew it, they were standing, wrestling. Ubu pushed Shoka into a bookshelf, finding her green tie was loosened. Several books fell around them.

An extra hard jerk to her silver hair forced her too look at Shoka's face. The purplenette was looking at her with a certain tenderness. An evil, hungry, smug tenderness. No...she couldn't possibly...

"Wait," said Ubu, surprised at her own breathlessness, "You don't...have feelings for me, do you?" Her lip curled and her eyes widened at the prospect.

Shoka angled her head and bit Ubu's neck, delighted by the resulting gasp. "What makes you think that?" she answered, licking the blood from her lip off Ubu's skin.

No way. No, no, no, no this wasn't happening.

Shoka's hands wandered a little more gently and Ubu felt her fury falling away like melting snow. It's not that she wasn't angry anymore, what Shoka had done was unforgivable. Horrible. This wasn't possible! But...

There was Shoka's tongue, sliding over her lips, making way into her mouth. This was wrong. Wrong to Cece, wrong to her own morals. Just wrong.

"What's wrong?" whispered Shoka, Ubu's hands moving to her white Spican jacket.

"I hate you." Whispered Ubu in return, tugging the jacket. Shoka read her expression and unbuttoned the garment and removed it, allowing Ubu's hands to move over her body in turn.

"I hate you too," grinned the purplnette as she kissed her again, returning them to the floor as things continued to heat up.

At the door, a lone student librarian peeked inside, blushing brightly at the blasphemy before her. She couldn't help watching just a moment longer. Unable to believe what she was seeing. The Princes of Spica and Miator were....they were....Unable to watch a moment longer, red-faced. She simply turned and ran away as fast as she could. Leaving the two in passionate, feverish, angry privacy.