Hello guys, and this is the second chapter of this lovely story.

This is the most longest update I've ever written, consisting of 3000+ words. That's a record for me, because I only write 2000+ words usually in my chapters. Yup, I'm a slow and short updater, that I am.

Now about my other story, if you're wondering about when the update is going to be up for that story, then I'll be this week. I'm already working on in.

Anyways, enough of this jibber jabber, let's get on with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Love hina, Ken Akamatsu owns it, not me. I only own this plot.


Picking up his stuff and Motoko's bag, he always brings her bag even though she can bring it herself, after times of bickering over it, Motoko just let him.

"O.K., Let's go." Keitaro said.

Then they left the Dojo, a public one that was conveniently one of Shinmei-ryu's. Riding the monorail to school, there was only one seat available, being the gentleman that he is, he offered the seat to Motoko, who took it and gave Keitaro a smile. Keitaro remained standing and took hold of the pole to help him balance.

The monorail takes about fifteen minutes to get to their High school. And as public transportations go in Japan, there were always perverts ready to molest weak Japanese students. One was already beside Motoko, and as he reached out a hand behind her to touch her posterior, her instincts kicked in and she rammed her sheath to his hand.

The molester retracted his hand with a scream of pain, which attracted the attention of Keitaro and all the other passengers.

"W-What did you just do?!" The molester screamed, who stood up while waving his hand trying to elevate the pain.

"I was merely protecting myself from a pervert such as yourself." Motoko said, she didn't even give him a glance. She was still calmly sitting in her seat. "Men and their pervertedness, it's shameful. That's why I despise your kind."

The molester was filled with anger. 'How dare this wench do this to me.' He thought.

"I'll show you what a man can do." He said in rage, trying to slap Motoko. But he was stopped by someone, who took hold of his hand.

"I suggest that you leave now, or you'll feel the wrath of the Urashima arts." Keitaro said, giving the molester and glare that suggested death. "Or you'd rather meet the force of her sword. So, which is it?"

The molester wasn't sure if he should stay and teach these kids a lesson, but he has heard of the Urashima arts, and they mostly left you a body that will hurt for weeks, and also by the speed of her instincts, he wouldn't like to face that.

"S-Screw this!" The molester said, as he left the monorail, even though it was still moving.

The remaining passengers looked at the two and whispered to themselves . It wasn't every day that someone stands up to a molester, and also not a girl with a sword.

Keitaro took the seat next to Motoko, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. When she looked at him, he gave him a comforting smile that said "it's O.K.".

"Kei-kun…" Motoko whispered. "I-I don't know why you still hang out with someone like me. I mean, I despise men, specially perverts. If they even so look at me funny, I threat them with my sword."

Back then Motoko didn't despise men, she was a bit indifferent to them. If they didn't bother her, then she won't bother them. But there were boys in her middle school who really got on her nerves. They always harassed her, they were known for harassing girls, but lately they always tease Motoko. Even though they knew that they would soon feel the wrath of her sword. Fortunately for them, Motoko couldn't bring her sword with her, it was against school policy.

"Hey there, Motoko." Takeo said, the leader of the group who harass Motoko, who was alone because Keitaro was sick that day. "How are you?"

"I don't have time for your stupid antics, Takeo." She said in a cold tone. "I'm going to be late for literature."

"Ooh, the ice princess is in a bad mood today, huh?" Takeo said, teasing Motoko. His group snickered behind him. "Why don't you just skip today and go with me? I'll show you how I treat a lady like yourself."

Motoko ignored them and tried to move past them, but the group just surrounded her.

"You're really starting to get on my nerves, Takeo." She spat his name, frustrated by his acts.

"Oh, come on, Mo-chan. I just want to spend time with you." Takeo said, as he tried to group her posterior.

But before he could reach behind her, she kicked his gonads. And he fell on his knees, holding his sore, family jewels.

"Hmph!" She scoffed, moving away from the group who went to their leader.

"YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, AOYAMA!" He screamed, still holding on to his gonads. "YOU'LL REGRET WHAT YOU DID!"

Again, Motoko ignored him, but deep down inside she felt that something bad was going to happen.

After a day of learning, the bell rang, signaling the end of class for that day. Motoko was collected her things and was ready to go home, but she was stopped by a school staff.

"Aoyama, the principal is expecting you." He said with a cold tone.

"Why?" She asked, but deep inside her she knew why.

"That is not for me to tell you." He said, ushering her to the principal's office.

Upon entering the principal's office, she saw Takeo behind the principal who had his arms crossed and wearing a smirk on his face.

"Aoyama, take a seat." The principal said, pointing to the seat in front of his table.

As Motoko took her seat, she felt a sense of dread envelop her. It was her first time to be called at the principal's office. And also Takeo being there added the things that made her worry.

"Aoyama, I was informed of something that was against the rules." The principal said. "I strictly prohibit acts of violence against fellow students. And do you know who this unruly student is?"

Motoko was silent, she knew it was her, but she couldn't make herself answer.

"Silence won't help you, Aoyama." The principal scoffed. "I know you, you know that it's you. Why would you do such a thing?"

"H-He was harassing me!" Motoko blurted out, indignantly. "He would have groped me if I didn't defend myself!"

"That isn't an excuse, young lady!" The principal said, he wouldn't allow any students to raise his/her voice at him. "You could have just ran away and called a staff. But no, you just had to resort to violence. I'm afraid I would have to suspend you."

"But that isn't fair!" Motoko said, indignantly.

"The school policy is clear, Aoyama. You're lucky I didn't kick you out of this school." The principal rebuked. "You may leave, I'll inform your mother."

Motoko stood up and picked up her bag, but before she left. She gave Takeo a deathly glare.

Takeo didn't even flinch, in fact, he even winked at her.

Motoko stormed out of the office and slammed the door. She was totally mad about this whole experience, the principal didn't even listen to her side of the story. This was the first time she was suspended, even for something she didn't even do. She was silently cursing the principal and Takeo, she would get back at him, that she made sure.

Taking her sword from the Kendo club's locker, she was allowed to store it there when classes begin.

She walked back to her home. The sky was darkening, it was going to rain soon. Her usual route included a walk through the shady part of town, and there were guys looking at her with lustful eyes. One group decided to approach her and tried to flirt with her.

"Hey, there honey." One guy said, blocking her way. "Want to go out with me?"

'Are all males such perverts?'She thought exasperatedly.

"I am not in the mood for acts such as this." She said, angrily.

"Ahh, we got a whinny tramp here." The other guy said, snickering. Then taking hold of her wrist forcefully. "Come on, we'll have loads of fun."

'Enough is enough!' Motoko thought. She released the hold on her wrist, then released her sword out of its sheath. The group instantly backed away, seeing the sharp blade.

"H-Hold on a sec there, y-you might h-hurt someone w-with that." The guy who took her wrist stuttered, fearing for his life.

"If you value your lives, then I suggest you to leave." She said, menacingly.

When the group and the bystanders left, she placed the sword back to its sheath. She wasn't the type to make death threats, but she was frustrated, she had enough perverted antics of men.

Arriving home, she noticed that her mother wasn't home, as well as her sister. She glad to be home, today was a stressful day, but little did she know, that this fate wasn't finished with her today.

Going to their family's Dojo, she wanted to release this rage by practicing. She didn't want to release this on someone. When she got to the to the entrance, she heard voices. One was male and the other was female. She hadn't recognized the male's voice, but she recognized the female's.

It was her sister.

"…she won't accept this on such short notice." She heard her sister, Tsuruko, said. "And also, she won't be happy to hear It'll be because of this."

'What is she talking about?' Motoko thought, she didn't want to eavesdrop, but she was getting curious.

"I know, but I love you and if we are to be together, you must relinquish your position as heir." The man said, sadly.

"I know that, but I just don't know how she'll behave because of this." Tsuruko said. "But I she'll just have to live with it."

Motoko couldn't believe what she was hearing. Now it was all clear to her now, why her sister was distant this past few months. And why she was always away. It was because she was entranced by this male. And now because of this male is going to take her sister away, permanently.

Her head was filled with rage. It was always the fault of men, those perverted, untrustworthy, spineless males.

She stormed in on their conversation, opening the door with such force that almost broke it. This made her sister, and her boyfriend, now fiancé gasp. Motoko had also unsheathed her sword, and was holding it with intent to harm.

"M-Motoko!" Tsuruko said, shocked to see her, and also because of her grand entrance. "W-What are you doing here?!"

"I am here to rid of this male." Motoko said, her voice dripping with so much venom. "Their kind cannot be trusted."

"What are you talking about, Motoko?!" Tsuruko said, quite confused. But she was nervous of her, she was holding the sword menacingly.

She didn't give an explanation, Motoko, in a blink of an eye, lunged at Tsuruko's fiancé which such speed. But her sister was faster than her, she protected him by parrying Motoko's sword.

"Go now, Kenji. I'll deal with her!" Tsuruko said, seeing as Motoko can't be talked to right now. She could see her fiery rage in her eyes.

Fortunately, Kenji was also a student of martial artists' school. He jumped out of the room in a blink of an eye.

"Motoko calm down, now tell me what's wrong." Tsuruko said, trying to calm her down.

"It's those males! Their kind cannot be trusted!" Motoko spat. "They are only after our body, and will take such measures to achieve that!"

"What are you talking about, Motoko? You were O.K., this morning. What happened?" Tsuruko asked.

"I do not need to explain to you." Motoko said, turning away from her sister. "You have already chosen who you want to be with. And I won't trust any men from now on, they will only destroy me."

Motoko's face was dripping with tears, and she ran away, away from home. Tsuruko didn't follow her, it would only make things worse.

Motoko ran to the mountains, where she remembered where the cabin was located. She remembered that she found it with Keitaro, one day after going to the mountain for a hike. It was abandoned when they found it. They then decided to make it their secret place, a place where they could be alone. They cleaned it, redecorated it, placed some stuff inside it.

Arriving at the cabin, she went inside and collapsed at one of the beds they placed there. There she cried and sobbed for an hour before crying herself to sleep.

Tsukino was aghast when she heard of the news that Motoko ran away, after hearing that her sister was going to give up the position as heir. But she also knew that that wasn't the only reason she ran away. So she went to Motoko's school and found out about the incident Motoko was part of. But she also found out that Motoko was really only trying to defend herself, after watching the tapes of the security camera. The guard was a student of the Shinmei-ryu school, so he was open to let her watch the tapes. She then used the tape to blame the principal of his wrong decision, and found out that Takeo was his son. After a threat that he would lose his position, he cancelled the suspension and suspended his son.

But Motoko hadn't gone home for days now, and it was worrying her. So she called Keitaro, and asked if he knew where she could be. Keitaro's first thoughts were the cabin, it was isolated and it was the proper place to hide. But they promised to each other that when one of them ran away from home, they wouldn't tell their location.

Keitaro lied, but said that he was going to find her. Tsukino was glad that he would help, she said that when he found her she should call her instantly.

After the call, Keitaro took out a bag and filled it with supplies, such as food and a few cash. After getting ready, he gone up to the hill. It took him two hours to arrive there, it was a bit far from his home, but he was determined to find her.

Arriving at the cabin, he saw that the door was closed, but saw that her shoes was outside. It was a habit of Motoko, even though her shoes could be snatched by some random animal. Knocking on the door, "Motoko, it's me Keitaro. I know you're there." He said.

"Go away, I don't want to associate myself with your kind anymore!" She shouted. "Your untrustworthy, perverted, and will always hurt me!"

"Motoko, you know me. I won't ever hurt you, come on, open up." Keitaro said, trying to persuade her to open the door.

"NEVER!" Motoko shouted from the top of her lungs.

Keitaro sighed, 'This is going to be hard.' He thought.

For days, Keitaro stayed outside the cabin. Every day, trying to persuade Motoko to come out and talk to him. But he was either met with silence or was either thrown with something hard, which she would throw by opening the door slightly. Keitaro slept outside, fortunately he brought a sleeping bag with him. Also, after two days since Keitaro arrived, Motoko ran out of food to eat. She wasn't going to outside and find food, she would rather starve than go outside. Keitaro also knew of this, he was the one that placed canned food there in the first place.

He started to leave Motoko food outside her door every three times a day. In the morning, in the afternoon, and in the evening. He would either use his supplies or catch fish from the nearby waterfall.

After five days of staying there, when night came, rain started to pour. Keitaro even thought he was getting wet, he didn't want to disturb Motoko, he knew that she was probably asleep now. But he was getting sick. After half an hour his vision started to blur, his consciousness was fading. His final vision was of an angel with long black hair looking down at him.

In what seemed like years for Keitaro, he woke up. He had a dream of his promise girl again, but this time it was a bit insignificant. What he could remember is his memories with Motoko. Where they would spend time together.

What he saw when he woke up surprised him, he was inside the cabin. And he also had a damp towel on his forehead.

"Finally awake, are we?" Keitaro heard someone say. Turning to the voice it was Motoko. She was sitting on the ground, hands on her knees, and her head was a bit downcast. She looked weak and ashamed of herself.

"Why?" Motoko asked, softly.

"Huh?" Keitaro asked, quite confused.

"Why? Why did you stay? Didn't you hear what I said?" She said, not really asking. "I said that I didn't want to associate myself with males again. I also said that I despised your kind, said bad things about your kind. So, why? Why stay?"

"You're my friend, Motoko." Keitaro said, comfortingly. Approaching her carefully and slowly."I would never abandon my friends, especially you, Mo-chan. Even if you said those things, I forgive you. You were hurt, I understand. But never, ever, doubt my relationship with you. You're very precious to me, Mo-chan. I would trade everything for you."

"I-Idiot!" Motoko said, tears appearing on her eyes. Then throwing herself at him and hugging him tightly. Again, Motoko cried loudly still hugging him tightly. But this time, it wasn't sorrow she felt but happiness. Knowing that someone would never give up on her, staying there for her time of need.

Keitaro returned the hug as tight as hers, everything he said to her, he meant every bit of it.

After that, Motoko hadn't still changed her mind about the male population of the earth, they were still perverted, untrustworthy and conniving. But what's changed, is how he looked at Keitaro. He was the only exception to the male race, and she would never find him as a friend anymore. No, she looked at him as the person he loved.

Back to present, Motoko was again questioning Keitaro if he was still doing the right thing, staying with her.

"Are we going to have this discussion again, Mo-chan?" Keitaro sighed, he was a bit tired of hearing this. But he wasn't going to leave her because of just that. "Mo-chan, do you despise me?"

"No! I don't!" She blurted out, then she lowered her head.

"Not you." She whispered.

"Then, I won't leave you." He said, taking hold of her arms. "Remember, Mo-chan, that you're my first and most closest friend I had ever had. I won't ever leave you, even if you start to despise me. I'll always treasure our friendship."

'Friend…' She thought, a bit sadly.

"Thank you, Kei-kun." She whispered, giving him a smile, who he returned.


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