: Obsessed With Your Touch :
by
- GlazedAndConfused -
DISCLAIMER
I still don't own Love Hina, but I'm still dreaming.
"..." - denotes speech.
"(...)" - denotes whispering.
Italics denote thoughts and Japanese dialogue.
Prologue : Burning Love
"Oniichan... why can't you see how much I love you?
The room was dark, with only the dim light of a desk lamp illuminating a small area. The curtains were closed to prevent the sunlight outside from shining in, almost as if the occupant had an unconditional fear of sunlight. The occupant of this room was Kanako Urashima, who was writing in her little black notepad. An enigmatic person by all means, she never let her feelings be known to anyone other than her older brother, Keitaro; the very same person she loved and yearned longingly for.
Since childhood, she had always beared a love for Keitaro that was considered highly unnatural by many who knew her, due to the fact they were brother and sister. Although they were not officially brother and sister by blood - something the kanrinin of Hinata Sou had been led to believe until Kanako told him herself - and only by name, it was still something frowned upon by her foster parents. Despite these beliefs of others, she paid no heed to the objections, and throughout the years this love only blossomed even further than even she may well have imagined. During her years of loneliness, the only thing that kept her from relying on others was the fact that Keitaro was possibly the only person who ever truly loved her.
Kanako's eyes were bloodshot and puffy, hot tears stinging them, as the intense burning feeling of unrequited love did so at her heart. Wiping the tears away from her eyes, she continued to write in her notepad; some of the pages of which were dampened and stained with the wetness of the tears that had landed on them, inadvertently smearing some of the ink.
"We are only brother and sister by name; not by blood. Yet only a few words on a sheet of paper prove to be enough to keep you thinking that us becoming an item would be a bad idea. Why do you overlook the love I hold so strongly for you? You love me as a sister. But that is not enough for me.
Kanako looked up to Keitaro as if he were the God almighty himself. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. She knew that he was prone to several bouts of clumsiness, but that was not his fault; it was his personality, and not his co-ordination, that the tenants of Hinata Sou should have judged him on. To see him get attacked for his mishaps was unbearable for her to see, but Keitaro made her promise that she would not do anything too drastic, and keep her temper under check. Although she had great difficulty in doing so every time he was punched by Naru or attacked by Motoko's katana, she swallowed her pride and kept away, not wanting to break the promise she made, albeit grudgingly, to Keitaro.
"Perhaps if you realised that the fact that we share the Urashima name should not be a hurdle, then maybe you wouldn't have fallen in love with... her.
'Her'. Naru Narusegawa. The only person whose name Kanako spoke with so much hatred and venom. The reason why her strong feelings of love would not be reciprocated by Keitaro. The unsteady feeling between the two after they did not exactly get off on the right foot only intensified even further when Naru admitted to the shadowy girl that she was Keitaro's promised girl from fifteen years earlier. The atmosphere of hostility in Hinata Sou at that time became even more hostile, and Kanako would have gone even further than she had originally intended to, had it not been for Keitaro's unexpected arrival. Since then, the two had not seen eye to eye, despite Naru's best efforts to reconcile things. Kanako, however, was not interested, and when this became clear to Naru, the two even shared a mutual dislike for one another.
Even thinking about her made Kanako scowl with pure anger.
If only Keitaro hadn't fallen in love with her...
If only he would realise that nothing good would come out of being married to her but a life of pain for so much as the smallest misunderstanding...
...if only he never knew Naru at all.
Sometimes, the younger Urashima had to wonder whether giving Keitaro up just to appease the auburn-haired Todaisei was perhaps the best move she made after all. Despite giving him up when Naru made her escape to Hokkaido when confronted by her own feelings, she had never stopped loving him. If anything, it only made her love for him stronger. But it also clouded her judgment. Since the two announced that they were engaged to be married, she felt like her world had ended, although she did not show it. The next few days after that she spent alone, away from Hinata Sou, not wanting to be reminded of the announcement. Ever since that day, something had... changed within her. She had become more and more determined to win Keitaro over.
As far as Kanako was concerned, the two were not compatible, as Naru's patience was very limited - proven many times when she sent him flying into Lower Earth Orbit for many misunderstandings. It was for the same reason that she believed that when they finally did get married, it would not last.
Yet despite her volatile temper, Keitaro still loved her... and still blamed himself whenever he would be landed into compromising situations.
It just wasn't fair! Why? Why did Keitaro have to propose to her?
Shaking her head vigorously to clear her head of many more saddening thoughts, she focused on what she was writing; the outpouring of emotions flowing freely in the form of ink from the pen onto the lined paper in her black notepad, of which she had filled up over three pages that day alone.
"All that will come from being married to that whore is a lifetime of pain and little love. One day, oniichan... you will be mine, and I will be yours. In mind, body and soul.
"I guarantee that."
With that, she closed her little black notepad and placed it back into her drawer, switching off the little desktop lamp and getting back into her futon. Her eyes closed slowly, a stray tear running from the corner of her eye as the haunting images of Keitaro and Naru walking down the wedding aisle filled her head like a torrent.
: END CHAPTER ONE :
: AUTHOR'S NOTES :
And thus begins the darkfic which I mentioned in the fic I posted up earlier. While it is not, or may not, be particularly dark at the moment, later chapters will most likely warrant an 'M' rating due to some strong language and violent or disturbing scenes.
I know this chapter is short (at just little over 1,000 words - shorter than I personally would have liked), but it is the opening chapter after all... and, well, I couldn't really think of a better way to open this story. I hope this is a satisfactory enough prologue for whoever is reading though. :)