Motoko looked around at the seemingly empty landscape. The sky was a bleached colour of white, the sea that of gray and a thick mist surrounded her.
"Where am I?" She asked, to nobody in particular, her eyes transfixed on the sky.
Suddenly, a small object appeared in the distance; nothing more than a silhouette, but it was the only thing in plain sight. Motoko ran towards it, as if driven by some unknown desire or need.
The blackened figure grew larger and larger as she got closer. Colour and shades and shadows crept into it, and a tangible form was made. Motoko cut short her run a few meters away; as she realized that she was looking into the speckled face of Keitaro.
"K-Keitaro!" She said, slightly confused.
Keitaro smiled and looked at Motoko with blank eyes, his hand reached down to the sword, which had just manifested at his waist. The polished metal slid from it's scabbard and it's razor sharp point was lowered to point directly at Motoko
"I told you," He said, in a strangely light voice
"Call me 'Master'"
Motoko swiftly drew her own blade, since Keitaro had flung himself at her, and raised it up to her head, blocking the ferocious series of blows she was receiving.
"W-what is this!?" Motoko cried out, slowly being forced to her knees by the sheer power of the opponent's strikes.
"K-Keitaro! Stop!"
Of course; asking a bear to leave you be is usually futile, and such was the case here, as Keitaro's efforts doubled. The ferocity each attack delivered was within Motoko's ability and strength to block; but it was taxing. Sweat dripped from her face and body as she continued to fight.
"Give it up Motoko" Came Keitaro's voice; no sign of fatigue in his tone
"You know you can't win"
Motoko glared at him, and gave ground. Standing straight, she spent a few seconds catching her breath before addressing her opponent
"Ha! You haven't even seen an ounce of my true power!"
She launched herself once more at Keitaro, plucking strength from deep within her, and launched a series of blows at him. Such was the speed and strength of these, that Keitaro was forced to leap back. Motoko lunged again, and was parried with much difficulty by him.
"Ha!" She said again
"Looks like it's you who better give up!"
Keitaro smiled, and stepped back a few feet. With a large intake of air, he raised his sword into the air. The metal began to glow a dim yellow, and Motoko gasped.
"What is this!?" She called out, running towards him.
"Some form of trickery!?"
An even larger smile crept across Keitaro's face, as Motoko drew closer, sword drawn and prepared to strike him down. His blank eyes looked at her, and with a loud "Whoosh" brought the sword down. Motoko had little chance to move, and received the full-force blow of the energy in had unleashed.
"Wha…what?" Uttered Motoko, as she fell to the floor, all energy drained from her.
Keitaro smiled and replaced the sword back in its scabbard.
Motoko awakened some time later, her face covered in dirt and scrapes, and her clothes were in a similar state. It took her a moment, because of her dazed state, to realize that she was resting in the lap of someone.
"It seems you're finally awake" Said Keitaro, the strange soft voice reaching Motoko's ears again.
"K-Keitaro! What are you doing!" She shouted, and tried to get up; much to no avail.
"You won't be able to move for a while," He explained
"I went a bit far with that technique"
Motoko looked into the eyes of Keitaro, and was returned the favour.
"Something strange..." She thought
"There's a blankness in his eyes…something unnatural"
She looked hard at his face, and noticed something. A piece of…Skin…was peeling from his face.
"K-Keitaro…" She said to him
"You've got a bit of…erm...skin…peeling off your face"
Keitaro put a hand to it, and gasped slightly.
"O-oh no…Ouch…I think you got me!" He said in an entirely unconvincing manner.
Motoko struggled slightly and after a moment or two, was able to move her left arm. Reaching towards his face, she placed three fingers by his ear and tugged slightly. The mask came off without much resistance, and she suddenly found herself looking into the face of Kanako.
"K-Kanako!?" Motoko gasped in surprise, suddenly blushing.
The other girl sighed, and looked into Motoko's eyes. A small tear crept into both, and she blushed
"I…I wanted to see you…" She said
"I…erm…I love you!"
Motoko turned a darker
shade of red at this, and Kanako turned away slightly.
"I
thought…that if I bested you in…combat, that you'd love me. I
already know…that you're in love with…my brother, Keitaro!"
Kanako cried, small tears crawling down her face.
"K-Kanako…I…" Said Motoko, but was interrupted as the purple-haired girl placed her lips against her own.
Motoko's eyes widened, but soon shut as she became infatuated with the moment, the love shared between the two was palpable. Kanako placed a hand around the back of Motoko, and began to undo the fabrics that held her Yukata in place.
"K-Kanako…I'm not ready…for this" She said, breaking the kiss for breath. But this did not subdue her, as a moment later it fell from her, revealing her mostly uncovered skin.
"N…no, don't…" She moaned as the other girl began to unravel the cloth that covered her breasts.
"Waaah!" Motoko cried, as she shot from her futon. Sweat dripped down her face and she panted loudly.
"It…was just a dream…" She said to herself.
"But to…have a dream like…like that…" She blushed fiercely as her mind thought about this, and was interrupted when Keitaro's voice came from the lobby.
"Kanako! It's good to see you again!" He said in a cheery, upbeat way.
Motoko sighed deeply, troubled by her dream, and decided to sleep some more.
