Chapter 1: Annex
A/N: This is my first Fanfiction, and I'm looking forward to being part of fanfiction.ent D. Please be easy on me, and give lots of feedback, especially constructive criticism. D Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina, or any characters of Love Hina. I am merely a loving fan who wish to be creative D. (Plz don't hurt me Akatmatsu.)
Motoko woke up in the early light of the morning as was her custom. Gently pushing her half-asleep body from the relenting futon, she stretched and watched her body basking in the warm light. This feels nice… she thought to herself. She had the oddest dream last night, and her body still tingling from the lingering sensations, curled up again in her soft blankets. "Keitaro…" she cooed, "such pity you're married now." She'd thought she could put the past behind her, and she did for awhile, even through the wedding. When Keitaro and Naru droved off into the sunset for their honeymoon though, she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loneliness. Here, a week later, she was still if only a little soppy.
Finally deciding enough is enough, Motoko headed for the bathroom, gracefully side stepping the piles of legal pads meant to be her latest pulp romance novel. Seeing this she reproached herself for such diversion in class. It was no way to behave for a 3rd year law student she told herself. Not that her professors minded, infact several were avid readers of the often too gushy nonsense she published. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was whenever she wrote about couples, thought about couples, or as she did last night, dreamed about couples, Keitaro comes to mind again. It wasn't just that either, because…because when Keitaro comes to her mind, he was all that was on her mind.
"No, no! I don't have time for this," She wailed into the bathroom mirror, and hurriedly cleaned herself up and rushed out for breakfast. As she rushed into the dining room law book in hand, she braced herself for the now much larger Su to jump on her back. Had she remembered, it was Saturday, and both Su and Shinobu would have left for club gatherings at Todai. Sighing, she opened her textbook and fed herself the porridge Shinobu had left on the stove.
Hmmm…let's see… contracts…contracts…She thought as she scanned the lines of the chapter. "Ah yes…a contract is defined as a legally binding agreement between two parties whether written or oral," she recited, "contracts are a important of the daily functions of the world in transactions of money, duties, even marriage." Marriage… thought Motoko, and her eyes looked away into the distance.
"Oh no…not again!" She moaned, holding her cheeks. Keitaro had always touched something in her, shown her all that she could be, but now Keitaro was gone. Gone with Naru in his arms, Naru and not…not Motoko. She wasn't resentful of anyone, Motoko had realized, not even Naru-sempai. Realizing that nothing would be accomplished this morning, Motoko went off to spar by herself. Without Keitaro in Hinata-Sou, it was no longer a pleasure to spar on the roof. That had been their place, now it was just…empty. Instead her gazed wandered to the old annex, which now stood in ruins. Her feet followed, and she arrived at the ruins in a somber mood. Just inside the mouth of the entrance, she could see that all but a small portion of the structure had collapsed, it was quite obvious with the sunlight piercing through the gaping holes. Still, it served her quite well in training, as what was left of the walls kept out the morning chill while the light allowed her to see quite comfortably. Beginning a series of her kata, Motoko felt her muscles and body relax to the rhythm of sword slashing air. As long as her blade was in her hand, she found it easier to forget Keitaro. Slash, sidestep, backward thrust, uppercut, parry, and thrust again. Her heart was joyous again, as the air sang from her exertions. The dull throbs that had haunted her sleep were sapping away. As her mind filled with joy, a thought occurred to her. Keitaro would be happy seeing me like this wouldn't he?
She stopped then. Her sword dropped to the ground with a dull thud. She slid down to the cold floor. Such was her heart then, the joy of performing her passion had quickly been immersed in an immense sadness. Silent tears ran down her cheeks. But would… would I be happy? "No…" she muttered in a voice too low too be heard. That was the last straw. All the pent up pain and suffering she held broke out, and like her many tortured characters, she whimpered, "Keitaro…I wish…I wish I've just one more chance with you…"
The light in the annex grew then, and before she could realize something was amiss, her world turned into a field of white.