BEFORE YOU READ….

THIS IS RATED M AS IN FOR MATURE TEENS

IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE GIRL TO GIRL CONTENT

THEN EITHER GET OUT

STAY OUT

OR IF YOU'RE A CURIOUS GEORGE THEN CONTINUE READING

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

Alright people let me get this straight, I haven't updated in a year because I felt embarrassed writing a shoujo-ai story, but now, apparently, I'm not ashamed. So here's what I'm going to do for you guys.

I'm sick of Keitaro/Motoko. I believe I've had enough of that before.

I'm sick of you all insulting Naru Narusegawa. To me, I think she's a normal character. Almost all the cast of Love Hina beats the shit out of Keitaro anyway; I don't know what you're all complaining about.

If you've come here only to insult the girl to girl pairing then you're in the wrong place buddy. Be brave and show it to all the reviewers. Don't be a pussy and send a private message to me. Apparently, I don't give a fuck either way.

I'm writing this out of interest and motivation—suck your mom's cock and get out if you're only here to give this story you're constipated face.

Enough rant. You've been warned.

By the way, before you say that I stole this story from "notconfident" I just wanted to say, I am notconfident. I'm just using a different SN. ;-) Enjoy.

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Forbidden Words to Forbidden Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina but the creator of the Love Hina Universe is thanked to Ken Akamatsu.

Chapter One: Fall and Shatter

"Today's the day…"

Kanako whispered those words so carefully as if that if she were to just say it bluntly, it would be like dropping a one million yen vase on a concrete floor. Her back leaned against the hard wooden crafted wall of the Hinata Apartments while everyone gathered at Naru Narusegawa and Keitaro Urashima's beautiful wedding. Her eyes looked down at her feet—as she stared down she found that the shoes she wore were black high-heels. How she loves to wear that color. Her frilly midnight dress hung above her ankles and the pendent she wore of her step-brother was still around her neck. She scoffed and turned her head as she heard the exciting chatters of the special couple's wedding in the backyard.

They sounded happy.

"Should I be happy?" Kanako murmured when she gave off a weak smile. "Should I let go?" Her hand held the precious pendent of her precious step-brother—no—her precious lover. She sighed in mild frustration and clenched onto the pendent even harder—she even gave it a little tug. "I've tried everything to make you love me… Onii-Chan. Is that so wrong? Even though we're not blood-related, in your eyes, you'll always see me as your little sister who is nothing more and nothing less." She paused and took a look up at the evening skies. "But in my eyes—you're the only man who can truly complete me like how Narusegawa truly completes you."

She smiled, "yeah… like Narusegawa."

With that said she gave the pendent a harsh pull and threw it as far and high as she could. "Farewell my love…"

DING

"Ittai!" A light female's voice yelped in pain.

Kanako's eyes lit up in curiosity as she saw the angry kendo girl running up the Hinata stone stairs with Kanako's pendent clenched in her hands. Wasn't Motoko supposed to be at the wedding? She tilted her head but her eyes maintained its calm emotionless composure.

"Must you always hurt me? Especially on this day?" The Kendo Goddess growled with the precious item still in her hands. "A true caring community contributor would throw away their personal belongings in a trashcan, mind you." Without thinking Motoko carefully handed the precious pendent back to Kanako, "Here. It'd be a waste to just fling around like trash."

"Aren't you suppose to be at the wedding?" Kanako cocked an eyebrow and tried to change the subject. Thanking Motoko would be like sitting on a razor.

Motoko smirked, "aren't you suppose to be at the wedding, too?"

Kanako hated to admit it but the genderless Kendo girl who did not seem genderless at all right this moment—had looked beautiful tonight. Her raven midnight hair swayed in a gentle breeze so majestically that she had almost mistaken her as a Goddess. The dress she wore sparkled white like little precious diamonds and her breasts showed quite nicely too. Her curves were so beautifully introduced in the tightness of the dress that it had made Kanako envious. Kanako eyed Motoko from head to toe, 'amazing,' Kanako thought, 'she's wearing earrings too.'

Motoko gave off a blush when she caught Kanako's eyes, "Wh—what are you looking at?"

Kanako shook her head and smirked, "Here I thought the mini-skirt you wore a while back was the craziest thing you could do. Now you're wearing a dress that's tight enough to show your nipples? Tsk tsk…" She eyed Motoko's hands that looked soft like pure white snow, "where's your katana?"

"I don't need it." Motoko darted her eyes nervously, "I can protect myself just fine without it from that… cursed flying animal. Besides, I'm trying to use the style of the naked fist." She nodded confidently, "I"m trying something new."

"If you're talking about the damn turtle, then I suggest that you start protecting yourself right now." Kanako pointed the 'animal' right behind the Kendo Goddess with an amused smirk placed on her features. She knew what was going to happen.

All Hell broke loose.

"YADDDDDAAA!" Motoko cried out in her Japanese war-cry, "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BEAST!"

Motoko ran back and forth with full speed that would put Superman into shame. She cried, yelled and possibly spazzed out while being chased by the oh-so-cute turtle.

"Myuh!" Tama-Chan said with its flippers flapping up and down—floating non-chantly after Motoko. Its mischievous glint in its beady eyes made Motoko panicked more. "MY SWORD! WHERE'S MY SWOOORRD?"

All of a sudden, Motoko's foot tripped over a rock near the stairs—she was so close to falling on her face, not to mention that the forty-five stone step stairs were right in front of her… meaning a long roll down with a lot of cuts and bruises.

She was too shock to catch herself.

She was too shock to even scream.

Motoko closed her eyes tightly, expecting her beautiful dress to be torn or her head to crack and bleed from the rough fall. However, she didn't expect this…

Arms wrapped around her breasts prevented her to fall forward but instead caused her to fall back. Making sure Motoko doesn't fall right onto Kanako, she quickly turned her body around but it ended up in a terribly wrong position. With a loud thump, Motoko fell onto Kanako in an awkward position. Her hands pinned Kanako's hands above her head with Kanako's back flat on the ground. Motoko's knee was separating Kanako's legs and her lips was so close to Kanako's neck that she could just taste the scent of her.

Time goes by so slowly.

"Are you… alright…?" Kanako murmured into Motoko's ear slightly annoyed yet relieved. Motoko gave an assuring sound to confirm her answer.

For some odd reason, she could hear Kanako's heart thumping against her chest. Motoko blushed wildly as she felt Kanako's breasts pushing against hers until…

"Save it for your honeymoon you two."

Kitsune Konno smirked wildly as an enormous bottle of sake was in her hand. Kaolla Su's legs wrapped around Kitsune's neck like how it would with Motoko's. Haruka's arm wrapped around Seta's waist with a small smile as Seta's expression was a half-hearted laugh. Shinobu whimpered and gawked at the scene with a, "Auuu…" Mutsumi was right besides Tsuroko who gave off an, "oh my." While Tsuroko placed her hand over her mouth to prevent wild laughter.

Keitaro had a nosebleed.

Narusegawa gave him a wild punch to send him to the Heavens above.

"PERVERT!"

One hour later in the Hinata Apartments…

"Really sister, putting on a show like that at a wedding, how interesting." Motoko's older sister Tsuroko teased with her beautiful smile giving off too much radiance that it nearly blinded her. "I didn't know you actually swing that way really…"

"Onee-Sama!" Shrieked Motoko with a blush smearing across her pale face. "Really! It is not appropriate to discuss matters at a wedding!"

"Nor is it to have a sexual position with another woman in public, is it not?" Tsuroko replied with a dark chuckle. "Besides, Narusegawa and Urashima had already gone in their honeymoon. This is just the after-party so I suggest you relax like a normal girl and to not do anything to disgrace yourself, again."

"Onee-Sama, that position was a…" Motoko's voice trailed off as she saw Kanako walked passed her as if she didn't exist. 'What's her problem?' She thought while staring at the gothic princess, her aura unsettled and furiously wild.

"Well I'm going to go and participate in Kitsune's little game," Tsuroko laughed and gave her little sister a wink. "Again, try not to do anything to disgrace yourself or your family."

'I'd say the same…' Motoko thought knowing what Kitsune's games could do to anyone…

With that said, Motoko's Onee-Sama left within seconds like a mysterious ninja. 'Why does she always have a dramatic disappearance?' Motoko thought with a sweat-drop forming above her head.

Kanako's Room

"Urashima," Motoko tapped on the Japanese framed door, "I'm coming in."

As Motoko stepped inside the room, she found nothing but a plain room with a sleeping bag, blankets, pillows and a few text books. Outside, the room had a balcony. Motoko walked in to explore the tidy area then took a couple of steps forward to look outside. There, she found Kanako sitting on the fragile wooden railing with her head looking up at the dark evening skies. A soft wind blew against the fabrics of her silky midnight clothing. Her eyes looked lost and deep enough for almost anyone to drown into her sorrow. Kanako was truly the enigma. The enigma of the Hinata Apartments. The distant black rose with the sharpest thorns of her past.

Too awed by Kanako's dramatic appearance, Kanako broke the silence instead.

Shocked, Motoko saw the pendent that dropped on her head, shattered. The oval gold-colored necklace was shattered into tiny pieces along with Keitaro Urashima's picture. The picture was crumbled and torn into tiny pieces as well! She nearly gasped at the unexpected outcome of the Gothic princess's precious item. 'Kanako…?' Motoko thought wide-eyed at the remnants of Kanako's other soul.

A strange dark sickening smile came across her lips as her eyes narrowed to Motoko. A look that made Motoko's inside twist and burn in an unusual spark of exciment. Kanako tucked her hair behind one ear and scoffed. When Kanako's eyes met with hers, it was till then that she realized her face was red with not anger but with tears. Kanako's dark chocolate orbs became colder and distant yet the voice she used had a tint of warmness into it.

"That slutty dress you're still wearing…. It's showing your nipples."

End of Chapter One: Fall and Shatter

Forbidden Words to Forbidden Love is to be continued…

Angel K.

Sorry for the grammatical errors... xD