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For hours she had meditate on the hard stone. In a room devoid of windows the hot summer air grew stale quickly and she found it hard to breathe. However what she had done this was nothing compared to what he had to go through by her. Her thoughts turned to him, a clumsy, dorky, yet somehow completely likeable.
Yet Motoko knew that all she was doing was stalling the inevitable. Sighing she banished all thoughts of him from her mind as she raised her head to stare at the shrine. Surrounded by once tall candles, with a relaxing lavender scent helping ease her mind from the turmoil it is currently in, now they where little more than a pile of melted wax and candle wix. The shrine in itself was unremarkable with the exception being a portrait of one she once knew that was no longer among the living. Tears swelled up as the emotions threatened to flood; Motoko directed the sadness that she was feeling to pure anger at the one who was responsible for it all.
Keitaro Urashima. Manager of the all girls' dorm and Toduai aspirant. Ever since he had taken over he suffered from "accidentally peeking/groping disorder". Even after being blown up, robbed, and gaining frequent flyer miles courtesy of two emotionally insecure girls; he still came groveling back begging for forgiveness. The only reason they allowed him to return was so that they would most likely never find someone else as durable, no scratch that, extremely durable to be able to use as a personal stress relief ball/test subject/wallet/practice dummy. And when you add in the fact that he does all the repairs around the place in addition to chores the girls were better off with him as a slave. Though they had to dish out the punishments quite frequently, Keitaro was a lost cause. With that last thought Motoko grimaced inwardly. She had done her best to "teach" Keitaro how to behave properly around the girls, yet all to not.
Pondering to herself, if she might've, no should've acted differently and given Keitaro the benefit of the doubt then maybe things would have turned out differently. Unfortunately her pride chose that moment to surface. It screamed at her that she, Master Swordsman, she let something as lowly as this despicable pervert affect her so. She wasn't one who killed for no reason like him! Hell, Motoko would rather give up the blade then fall to Keitaro's level. For a brief moment Motoko felt as if she were on cloud nine, that is until she remembered where she was. Then she plummeted towards the ground with no way to stop. If she were able to put her hands around his throat and strangle the life out of him she would. Boiling with rage Motoko stood up from where she had been in the warriors crouch, and ran towards a wall and punched again and again until blood flowed as free as her tears were. Pain raking sobs rung out as she slid down the wall sobbing uncontrollably. These weren't tears of rage or pain but of sadness and regret. Where did it all go wrong?
A/N: This is my first fan fiction so reviews will be greatly appreciated. As for the first chapter I just couldn't think of what to add to it but I promise the next chapter will be longer. Lastly a shout out to The Eternal Headsman who helped me get started. Seriously thanks. Catch ya'll later!