Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina. So don't sue me please
Authors notes: Well.... Don't really know what to say, erm..... okay, Love Hina is one of my favourite Animes, mainly because its got some romance in it and its funny too, a great combination for a sap like me.
Ive wanted to write a fanfic for a while now, but I wasn't sure if I would be any good or not, so this is my first, called 'No Second Chance'. Once you've read it (if you don't finish it from disgust I wont blame you) could you maybe just give a few words of encouragement (grovelling I know) or constructive (I cant stress that enough) criticism, it would really make my day if it turns out that somebody likes it, thank you very much, ill shut up now.
For those of you who have read this before, sorry to dissapoint you, im just trying to sort out the chapter setup in the story again. I should have chapter 4 ready for uploading within the next day or so. Again very sorry to dissapoint anyone.
No second chance
Holding his hand out in front of him, he could feel the light pitter-patter of rain fall upon his fingers. Looking up into the sky, Keitaro saw the desolate grey colours that plagued his view from end to end. He thought to himself of how dark and cloudy his life had suddenly become, now that his special someone had left him and that how the weather, somehow sensing his grief, was now mirroring his heart.
Keitaro called it a day at the site; He wasn't able to concentrate on his work, not that he had been able to for the last six months. It wasn't an easy task trying to be an archaeologist and a good boyfriend. 'Especially in a place that doesn't have any malls or movie theatres or shops.' Keitaro thought to himself, giving the slightest of smiles. 'Why am I still here? I should be chasing after Naru trying to explain why I don't want her to go.' He contemplated the same thing that had been going over his mind ever since she had left.
The former karinnin left the dig site after having changed into clean clothes and walked towards the simple prefabricated building that he had called home for the past six months. He couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu as he walked towards the battered house, the sorry looking pale grey block had been repaired many times to cover for Naru's anger at being in the middle of nowhere.
The last two days had moulded themselves into a giant mess, all revolving around the same question; 'Why did I let her go? Does being an archaeologist mean that much that Id rather do this than anything else?' The rumbling in Keitaro's stomach briefly brought his mind back to the now. He unlocked the front door to his "home" and entered. He stopped himself from saying the immortal line, "Honey, I'm home!" as he attempted to hook his wet jacket onto his peg. His realisation that no one was here to meet him brought a new wave of depression upon him; Keitaro trudged into the kitchen after being reminded to eat by his stomach once more.
"Ah. I think ill just eat something quick and go to bed" He said to no one in particular.
Keitaro popped the kettle on and found some instant noodles whilst rummaging in the cupboards. Sitting down, his mind returned to his earlier question: 'Is archaeology the most important thing in my life? Is it my dream?'
Thinking for awhile, hands propping his face up on the table, the answer came to him. 'No. It isn't.'
Sure he had said that it had been his dream in the past, but that was when he was apprenticing under Seta-san. Seta-san always had a knack of finding the most interesting stuff on his excavations, something which Keitaro had failed to pick up. It didn't mean that Keitaro was a bad archaeologist though, far from it, six months after joining Seta-san on another of his digs he suggested to Keitaro that maybe he should see what he could do on his own.
In a rash turn of arrogance, the chance to show Narusegawa that he could be a success and that he could outdo Seta-san, the man that Naru had looked up to, Keitaro tried to take on his own job, found a suitable site and started his own excavation.
'I couldn't have picked a worse place, for either of us. She was always so angry that there wasn't anyone around for miles. I always missed our friends back at Hinata-sou. I kept apologizing for being here but in the end she must have become sick of seeing me.'
A loud whistle brought him out of his depressive trance. The kettle tooted to tell him that his water had boiled.
Keitaro slowly got from his seat and prepared his meal, stirring the noodles whilst pouring the hot water into the bowl, he sighed as he tried to remember all the times Naru and he had been together. He smiled as he remembered all of the good times, when he and Naru had gotten along. Keitaro's face slumped downwards as he remembered all of the Naru-punches that had been inflicted upon him,
"One way or another, it was always because I made a mistake." He mused.
Returning to the table with his instant noodles with a set of chopsticks he sat and began to eat his two minute meal.
'I made the biggest one by moving Narusegawa and myself here, every time we got a letter from everyone at Hinata-sou telling us how much they missed us she would cry and it was me to blame, but I couldn't see it, I was too busy being excited about the stupid dig.'
In a few lifeless mouthfuls, Keitaro had finished his noodles. He got up once again from his seat and placed his bowl into the sink and moved into the bedroom.
Narusegawa had been all that had been going through his mind since she had left, hell, since he had met her! And now she had gone, and it was all his fault.
The former Karinnin, who was now resigned to the fact that he had lost Naru forever, got into bed and wondered what to do. He had lost the woman he loved, and he had lost his dream.
Holding her hand out in front of her, she could feel the pitter-patter of rain fall upon her fingers. Looking up into the sky, she could see the gloomy clouds surround Hinata-sou, it was if the sky knew how she really felt, as if her sadness had created the very rain clouds that threatened to soak her.
Going back inside to her room, she sat on the cold floor and stared out of her window, she had just gone inside in time; the rain was now free flowing over the landscape.
She knew why she was sad, she had known for the longest time. It was because of him. Try as she might to put him out of her thoughts, his smile kept forming itself in her minds eye, everything about him in fact. A minute didn't pass without her thinking about the man she loved, she had missed him so much, it disrupted everything she did during the day, but this isn't what made her unhappy, it was because she had never told him how she had really felt.
She continued to stare out into the rain, thinking of him, away in some distant land never to return. Realising that she might never get the chance to tell him how she really felt, her simple unhappiness was wrenched away from her, only to be replaced by sheer guilt.
She felt so sorry for him, he was so alone now, if only she had told him, then maybe she would have been the one that had been with him. Tears began to appear in her eyes, she realised what she had always known, she had missed her chance.
Wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, she looked over at the clock on the over side of the room.
'It is getting late'. She told herself, trying to will her body to go to bed where she would have the escape of sleep. Her body relented and she slowly got up, she went towards the window as if to shut it but stopped to look one last time at the falling rain.
Staring out once more a memory formed within her, it was when she had first met him.
'The first time I met that wonderful pervert. It was raining, just like this.'
Shaking away the thought, Motoko closed the window and got into her futon, cursing herself at her stubbornness towards her true feelings.
Her mind wandered, thinking of what-ifs. Scenarios playing through her mind, ways she could have treated Urashima differently. But no, there was no sense in regretting the past she told herself, she turned over and tried to settle herself for sleep.
Her eyes closed, and for a few moments clarity had returned to her, she knew what she wanted, what she had wanted since Urashima and Naru-sempai had left together.
"A second chance" She whispered.