Standard Disclaimer

Yeah I know that first chapter didn't have a whole lot of 'Love Hina' feel to it. It was a trifle sad and emotional, but don't think the whole story is going to be that way. I'm hoping to have some funny and pleasant moments as well to this. Hope ya like!

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Fracture

Chapter 2

When her eyes opened the sun was already coming in though her window at a steep angle. Sitting up and letting her blanket pool in her lap, Kitsune rubbed the crumbs out of her eyes and yawned loudly. "Haven't had that good a night sleep in ages," she mumbled as she scratched her exposed stomach. Her night shirt, a t-shirt she cut the mid drift out of, was riding high. Getting to her feet and kicking the blanket against the wall, Kitsune tried to place the odd feeling she was feeling. Something was off, her mind was amiss but she just couldn't think of a cause.

"I know something is weird but what is it?" she again mumbled as she reached for her bottle of aspirin. Her hand stopped inches short of the tiny white bottle she kept on her dresser. She didn't have a headache! Hell she didn't even have any signs of a hangover at all! "I…didn't drink last night." Why hadn't she drunk any of her saki? With her finances tumbling from black to red she should have gotten blitzed but she hadn't. Pulling out her bra and slacks for the day, both black, Kitsune wracked her brain for the reason that had prevented her from drowning her worries in booze. "Maybe I need to ask Keitaro for better sa…ki."

Then it hit her, the floor that is, she'd stumbled backward as the events of last night reappeared from the mist of her sleep dimmed mind. Keitaro was leaving them! Motoko had told them all right before she had cracked her first bottle open and started her work of picking fillies. "Oh shit I was supposed to talk to him this morning!" She planned on adding a little incentive for the dopy guy to stay, but if he had left already she'd have blown it. Rolling over to her futon since it was easier than getting up. Kitsune read the digital display, 10:34. "Damn it!"

Jumping to her feet, several of her saki bottles bounced on the shelf where she kept her empties, Kitsune grabbed her nearest shirt and shoved it on. "He could still be here, he could!" She repeated over and over as she walked out of her room, leaving the door open, and next door to Keitaro's. Tapping on the door lightly, Kitsune called through, "Keitaro you in there?"

No answer. Knocking harder this time, she heard one of her bottles fall off the shelf and shatter, Kitsune called louder. "Keitaro you better not be ignoring me, you answer if you're in there!" Nobody else was in the dorm right now so Kitsune didn't care how loud she was. The girls all had school, be it junior high, high school, or college. Only Kitsune had a job and had foregone the need for higher education. Her fist opened to a flat palm and she slapped the wall next to Keitaro's door, her forehead planted against it, "Damn it…damn it!"

Of all the times to sleep in, she had to do it on the one day she had to get up early. That damnable Urushima had fled from the dorm like he said he would. Driven away from them because of their greed and prejudice. If the new manager is like my old one…If I have to go through that again I don't…don't think I could. Kitsune slammed her palm against the door again, how could she have failed now! "Please don't be gone yet. It can't end this way."

"Is something wrong Kitsune?" Keitaro asked walking up the first set of stairs. He had his heavy work pants on and a dirty flannel shirt. They were the best for when he worked with wood as they kept him from getting splinters. Under his arm he carried the necessary planks to repair the damage to Naru's wall, and a few smaller ones to plug the hole in the floor. "If you need something you could have just left a note, been busy today."

Her eyes shot open at the sound of his voice, but she didn't look at him. Too many dragons would be lost if she let him see her with such an emotions. But what do I do now…I didn't really think past it. Slapping the doorframe again, lighter this time, Kitsune let out a small laugh. "Thought you'd left for the day," forever her mind corrected. "So what you up to?" she took several deep breaths to calm her frazzled nerves.

Shifting his legs from right to left, gripping the wood planks harder before the slipped from his grip, he smiled. "I'm off to fix Naru's wall and I have some personal issues to attend to today. So what did you need, I'll see if I can work it into my schedule." He wasn't going to let them know his plans until he was long gone. No reason to make things more dramatic than they had to be. His plans were simple. Do everything the girls asked of him, every small little request, and after he was done call the newspaper and request it to put in his ad. I'll make them happy up until the moment I leave.

"How about some help huh?" Kitsune asked finally pealing her face away from the door. She'd recovered her lost control, eyes back to unreadable slits. Standing in the hall to block Keitaro's passage, she wasn't going to let him past her without an answer. "Might make things go easier for you."

While it would be nice to actually have help for once, Keitaro wasn't sure it was a good idea. Kitsune never offered her assistance for a cheap price. Was it a trick to get him alone so she could get him to touch her so she could claim her rent was paid? She hasn't paid me yet so it's most likely why she wants to help. "That's ok, Kitsune, I can do it by myself." His smile lost a little truth as he thought it was all a trick.

Her eyes saw it the change. She saw the fade set into his smile. "I insist, Keitaro, we don't help you out enough around here." She insisted as reached for the boards in Keitaro's hands and stole them from his unsuspecting grasp. What is he thinking now, why doesn't he want help from me? Turning around and heading towards the stairs that would lead them to Naru's room, Kitsune frowned. "So what are these personal issues you have, maybe I can help with those as well?" she added with a wink in his direction.

Letting Kitsune's purr go by without flinching, Keitaro was more assured now that her help was just a farce. She needed money, a rent extension, or something from him so she was laying on her best charms. "Its nothing you need to be worried about," Keitaro dodged the question. "How about you, are things going well at the tracks?" He hadn't seen the race form in a while so Keitaro hoped she'd moved away from gambling to something safer. A girl could get hurt if she's in with the wrong crowd. It was one of Keitaro's biggest worries.

Sliding Naru's door open with her foot, Kitsune's grimace increased. "Haven't had much luck lately to be honest. I'll just have to write a few more articles to get by." But with nobody buying her stories it didn't matter how many stories she wrote. One of her old friends had let out a few skeletons from Kitsune's closet and now nobody would touch her stuff. Miyuki really did get me back for stealing that story about the businessman and his little affair. Shaking off her own problems, Kitsune was going to focus on Keitaro. "Maybe I'll have you pre-read them for me Todai-san," she cooed over her shoulder.

Setting the boards down next to the wall, Keitaro spilled the nails on the floor. Being in Naru's room still set his heart rate soaring. It was girly but not overwhelmingly so, her bookcase of study aids proved she wasn't a child, but the stuffed toys hinted at femininity. Plus it smelled of her, sweet and mellow. It's over…no…it never started between us. "I'm sorry Kitsune. I didn't hear what you said." He'd been lost in old feelings. "Say it again?"

Grabbing one of the boards, Kitsune held it to the hole, "I said we should hurry and finish and get something to eat." While irked her come-on was missed, Kitsune couldn't fault the dope. This is holy ground to him, the den of his beloved Naru-chan. How Naru earned such a place in Keitaro's heart despite all her abuse was a mystery Kitsune never could guess. "We could get a little lunch get a nice drink on and have a fun time. I bet you like having fun don't ya Keitaro," Kitsune giggled as she rubbed her arm against Keitaro lightly.

Stepping further away from Kitsune, his breath a little ragged, Keitaro reached for a nail and started his repairs. "We could get some food after we finish, and it's my treat for you helping me, but no drinking for me." He had too much to do and couldn't let himself get drunk or dissuaded by Kitsune's casual flirtation. Does she know she affects me like this or is it natural for her? Whatever it was, Kitsune could just do amazing things with Keitaro's fantasies.

I think that was a two pointer, Kitsune thought as she noticed the change in Keitaro's voice and how he shifted his waist away from her. He wasn't thinking about Naru now, Kitsune would bet. Several times she tried speaking to him again but the pounding of the hammer drowned out her voice, her best sexy voice was too soft to beat the racket Keitaro was making. After the last board was in, "Well that does that, ready for that meal?"

He shook his head slowly, mournfully, "One more hole to fix." He didn't want to do it, not in his secret heart, but he knew he had to. As long as the hole in the floor existed, Keitaro would have hope. Hope was a lie and needed to be corrected. Seeing the confused look on Kitsune's face, Keitaro pointed to the Liddo-kun, "That has to be fixed too." Dropping to his knees, Keitaro started pulling out some of the rotten wood. Never thought about it…to her it's on the floor and to me it's the ceiling. Poetic isn't it. I'm nothing but something for her to walk on and to me she's unreachable.

"Wait you're going to fix that one too?" Kitsune couldn't hold her astonishment back. This was the sacred opening wasn't it? If he was going to seal it up that meant something more profound than him just leaving. But I guess if he really is planning on moving away this isn't anything special anymore is it? Unconsciously Kitsune licked her lips. Keitaro was fair game now wasn't he?

Had anybody told Kitsune that she'd fall for Keitaro when he first arrived she'd have died laughing. Now however, after living with him, Kitsune was comfortable claiming she cared a great deal for the silly man. He was everything she could want in a man. Kind, supportive, fairly cute, and he was not abusive. Hunkering down next to the man, shoulder to shoulder, Kitsune was forming new plans. She was going to get him to stay but for a different reason.

Already putting a fresh board in one of the slots, Keitaro answered Kitsune first with the hammering of a nail. "I figured its time I finish all the things around here I've been putting off." So he could leave with no regrets, and they couldn't site him on leaving his work unfinished.

Holding the wood in place for him Kitsune was given an unobstructed view of his face. She could see him trying to hide his regret but it was there, beneath the surface and behind the forced concentration. It didn't suit him, he should be happier, but with the life he'd been enduring Kitsune had reason to wonder how much she'd chose to not see. Well time to change that, "So Kei-kun, where you taking me to eat?" Rubbing her shoulder suggestively against his, Kitsune should have expected his concentration to slip.

Slamming the hammer on his finger and not the nail, Keitaro yelped out loudly in pain. It hadn't been a full swing, but it still hurt. "Oh damn it!" he yelled as he dropped the hammer, luckily it was the last board he was working on so the hammer didn't have a hole to drop through. I know she just wants money but could she wait until after I'm done working to con it out of me? Moving his throbbing thumb to his mouth, Keitaro hoped to ease the pain a little. "Man that hurts" he hissed through his full mouth.

Shit, that didn't go like I planned, Kitsune thought reluctantly but seeing his actions gave her an idea. "Oh let Mama-Kitsune kiss it and make it better," she preened as she pulled his ridged hand out of his mouth. Kissing the bright red digit suggestively she watched his reaction. It was deadpan, lacking the frantic energy she usually got. Move it up a notch then, she wasn't going to lose now that she was serious. Slowly she went to move his hand to her breast again, as she'd done so many times, but this time in actual affection and not greed. "Kei-kun," she whimpered.

Eyes closing, Keitaro freed his hand quickly from the fox. "How much do you need Kitsune, I'm a little light right now but I can see if I can't scrounge up enough to help." Such acts were so transparent that he wasn't going to make her degrade herself anymore. Just accept it and give in, soon he wouldn't be there for her to get money from so it didn't matter. His hand went reaching for his pocket, to find his wallet, when he opened his eyes to see Kitsune looked back at him, "What…did you need a rent extension is that what this was. If that's the case you can take a few more weeks to pay me. You know you don't have to do…that type of thing for me to help."

"Is that what you think I want Keitaro?" Kitsune asked in a small voice. What else could he be expecting from her, a tiny voice asked her. The voice sang between her ears, and to add insult to injury it sounded like Motoko. It said 'Isn't this what you always did to him?' and 'He doesn't expect anything from you but a con as that's all you've shown him.' Her past interaction with the manager was just as the voices said too. She'd taken from him and given nothing but shame or Naru or Motoko's wrath.

Freeing his wallet and thumbing through a few bills, Keitaro handed her what he could afford, more than he really could if he truly planned on leaving. "It's all I have on me right now Kitsune." He waited for her to take it. "It's not like you haven't done this before to me so I'm not angry." He smiled a little, "And you were right it did make things go faster but you should have just told the truth and said you were doing it for some money." He'd not have judged her for it.

Slapping the extended hand away from her face, the bills went flying across Naru's room. "No! I don't want your fucking money Keitaro. Not this time!" she yelled at him. It wasn't his fault that he was conditioned to believe Kitsune wanted his money. She did a good job training him. But right now Kitsune wasn't seeing that, she saw the end result of all her efforts, and hated it. "Couldn't I have just wanted to be nice to you for a change, to help you like you've helped me?"

Moving slowly away from Kitsune and towards the door, Keitaro couldn't stand to see the sadness and anger in Kitsune's face. He'd done something to upset one of his tenets again so as usual he'd flee from them before she got angry and attacked. As he was shutting the door to give Kitsune time to be alone he slipped, "You never have before so how could I have known?"

The few words ran circles in Kitsune's head, wormed their way in and burrowed into her brain. "God damnit what did I just do," she asked the empty room. Her head hung low as her body acted as usual. Gathering the money that Keitaro had so effortlessly given her, Kitsune felt her eyes stinging. He's planning on moving out yet he gives me so much…that…that IDIOT! She couldn't let him leave, no if she did somebody else would see him for what he was. If that woman was kind then Keitaro would be happy, but the world wasn't full of nice people like him. Reality was that more people existed like herself, greedy and selfish people. They'd bleed him dry and leave him to rot.

"I can't let that happen to him," she owed him too much. But when she gathered her wits about her the man had fled the building and left her to stew in her regret. "Why couldn't I have kept my temper in check?" the wad of money didn't answer her directly. It answered her sub-consciously as she put it in her purse. 'You got angry because he acted the way you usually wanted him to but now you're different and he's the same.'

X-X

"What's got you all upset Kitsune?" Naru asked as the girls gathered around the supper table. Since returning from school, Naru noticed a subtle change in her best friend's demeanor. The energy just seemed drained from the fox and left the girl with a strange disquieting air. Naru hoped it wasn't more of Keitaro's supposed leaving effecting her, even though she hadn't seen him once all day. "Not still thinking that idiot's leaving are you?"

"Naru-chan why must you always say such cruel things about Kei-kun? He got into Todai didn't he?" Mutsumi asked as she waited for Shinobu to set the table. While the Okinawan didn't want to ignore Naru all day, she had. All Naru did anymore was ridicule and berate Keitaro and Mutsumi wouldn't stand for it any longer. The balance finally shifted in Mutsumi's heart. No longer were Keitaro and Naru equal, her heart shifted towards Keitaro now. "Would it be so hard to be kind to him?"

Kitsune listened to the two college students start an argument about how to treat Keitaro, and her own attitude forgotten. Naru's only thinking about herself or ways to find fault with Keitaro. Why Naru couldn't stop hiding her emotions or stop thinking all men were molesters and sex crazed maniacs, Kitsune really wanted to know. Breaking into the brewing disagreement Kitsune answered. "I had a little spat with Keitaro this morning while he was fixing the wall you put him through."

Helping Shinobu bring in the plates laden with the manager's favorite foods, Motoko sighed. "What did that male do this time, he didn't hurt you did he?" Of course he had to have or else why would Kitsune's aura be fluctuating so much? For a trained Shinmei-ryu warrior reading aura's was as easy as reading the morning paper, so Motoko instantly knew Kitsune was off her normal stride. Letting their own fight slide to the wayside, "I could dispense judgment upon him when he returns."

"Thanks sugar," Kitsune said to Shinobu as she handed her a plate and turned back to Motoko, "going to kill him this time or just cut parts off the parts you don't like. Why don't you cut his dick off it scares you so damn much. As for what 'I' did to upset 'HIM' I'm not going to say." Kitsune said darkly having not forgotten her victory the day before. Noticing the shocked looks on the girls faces, Kitsune shrugged, "Sorry Shinobu, Su, I got a little angry."

Her face burning a bright red, mind filled with images of said managers private organ, Shinobu stuttered. "I-I-it's ok K-Kitsune-sempai you're having a bad day so…so it's ok." Finding her own seat after the other girls were served, Shinobu looked at all of them. Motoko's head hung low after Kitsune's verbal barb, Naru was noticeably angry at Kitsune, and Mutsumi was smiling lightly at her. "Are we going to wait for Sempai?"

With her chopsticks in her hand, drool coming down her chin, Su gazed intently at the bounty before her. "Oi we should as Shinobu-chan made all his favorites…trying to earn some points aren't ya!" It was a good way to make him want to stay, flood him with kindness. "Maybe I'll give him a present too something to do the work around here for him! A NEW MECHA-TAMA!" Design specs already forming in her mind, Su wasn't going to watch her beloved quasi-brother and resident test subject leave.

Hand to cheek, Mutsumi gazed warmly at the two children. They knew what Keitaro was like and respected him for it. Only those two earned Mutsumi's affection that night. "Ara Ara what a wonderful thought Shinobu-chan. I'm sure Kei-kun will appreciate it when he gets here." It was a shame they were so young or maybe they could have been the ones to ease Keitaro's troubles. But they were but children, and now that she wasn't holding back any longer Mutsumi wasn't going to give him away.

The girls started eating in silence with Mutsumi's comment hanging heavy in the air. They knew something happened between Keitaro and Kitsune but the fox wasn't talking. Motoko's head never rose far from her food, and her voice was painfully soft when she asked for condiments. The heiress was reminded of her transgressions, and how quickly she had gone to do what she promised never to do again. Punish an innocent man. As the plates emptied the group got a big shock as a newspaper fell heavily on the table, slammed on the table.

Haruka stood behind Naru, hand pointed at the paper, but her face was an unreadable mask. "Take a good look at that girls' and know you caused it." Her cigarette wasn't lit but it was in her mouth regardless, her teeth gnashing on the butt. Getting angry at them wouldn't help her, not now anyway. Keitaro wouldn't forgive her if she took her frustration out on his beloved tenets that in turn treated him like shit. Their eyes on her, big and wide like fish eyes, Haruka forced her way between Naru and Motoko and pointed at a small article. "This is what Keitaro was doing all day today, and as for where he is now I only hope it's someplace safe."

The girls huddled over the article and read it repeatedly. It was an ad for a job, Keitaro's job. Kitsune hissed out loud, she had known he was going to do something like this but drove him away instead of preventing it. Mutsumi's head swiveled slowly, her palm still to her face but the smile was gone.

Wanted: Manager for Hinata All Girls Dormitory. Only experienced applicants may apply. Must be able to clean, know wood repair, basic carpentry, electrical repair, and accounting. Female preferred. For more information call the Hinata Tea House, ask for Keitaro.

Shifting the cigarette to the side of her mouth, Haruka nodded. "Take a guess how many calls I've been getting already and this ad has only been out for half a day." The damn phone was ringing non-stop and making a real mess of her business. Only good thing about it was that it meant Keitaro would be there, hopefully tomorrow, to answer them. Those damnable girls' eyes all turned back to her questioningly, "All I know is that he promised to stay a week before leaving and we all know how my nephew treats promises."

Taking the paper in her hands, Motoko re-read the ad and ingrained it into memory. "He has all of those skills that he requested his replacement have." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact. She had never thought about all the repairs Keitaro had done, or the skill required for them. Finding matching looks of astonishment, maybe revelation, on the others faces she turned to Haruka, "Haruka-san I…"

"Save it…all of you can just save it," Haruka wasn't going to let them apologize their way out of this. Turning her back on the girls she started walking out of the building. "That man gave his all for all of you and only three of you felt it necessary not to beat him or steal from him." Out of nowhere Haruka had a driving need to spit but held it. "If I were him I'd pick the imaginary version of himself you girls have in mind and set it loose on you, but we all know better don't we." With no other words Haruka left the stunned women.

With dinner over and the mood for further conversation killed, the girls all went their separate ways. Kitsune retired to her room to drink away her sorrow and to make new plans, Naru retired to her room as well after offering Mutsumi an invitation to study, Shinobu and Su went to clean dishes, Motoko headed to the springs, and Mutsumi sat and watched and planned.

X-X

With Keitaro nowhere in sight the whole day, Motoko shed her clothing the moment she stepped into the changing room. No reason to fear a man that wasn't present. No reason to fear him at all, her conscious reminded her. Unrolling her chest bindings and throwing them into her basket as well, Motoko sighed deeply. "How have I misjudged him?" she asked herself while balling her hair in a towel to keep it dry.

Pulling the cloth door to the side, Motoko entered the bath proper, greeted by the thick sulfur smell of the spring. It was immaculately kept, no excess dirt, no lose rocks, no algae in the water, everything was perfect. "Another thing he did for use for no benefit to himself," she muttered. Testing the water with her foot, it bit at her with its soothing heat. Nodding with a tiny grin, Motoko slid into the spring and let the warmth flow over her.

There was magic in the spring that was never in doubt. Moments after dipping in Motoko felt all her muscles relax and the tension flow away. "I guess he really is serious this time about leaving," she said again. The night sounds were to quiet for her taste, she wanted more sounds. It kept her from thinking dark thoughts about things like responsibility, honor, and punishment. If sister ever found out about what I have done to him I would never survive the repercussions. It wasn't hard for Motoko to see that her sister took a shine to her potential husband.

Stretching her legs out to the max, Motoko leaned heavily against the rock rim of the spring and sank up to her collar bone. A wet hand reached for the towel and pulled it free, might as well soak her hair too, she wasn't planning on leaving the onsen anytime soon. Her raven locks spilled out and into the water. "All those things Urushima did for us and never once did we thank him. We never listened to him when he tripped, we…I judged him for it and…" the rest Motoko still didn't want to admit to herself. The fact she could have killed him many times over. Damn you Kitsune for putting that knowledge in my head. Couldn't you have let me go on thinking he was immortal as Su-chan clams?

But she couldn't, because what if one day his immortality had failed him and she punished him unjustly? The warmth of the onsen didn't suppress the chill that wracked Motoko's body. Yes she was a warrior, but in today's age she wasn't expected to kill a human. It was something she doubted she could do without a great deal more cause than an accidental grope.

Lost in her thoughts and embraced by the intoxicating heat of the bath, Motoko's eyes drew heavy. A brief sleep spell equated in her planting her face in the water which effectively woke her up again. "Foolish girl…I could have killed myself like that." Using her arms as props Motoko forced her reclining body back into a seated position but as she sat down found the floor of the spring wasn't as smooth as she thought.

A small nub, not more than an inch of smooth stone jutted out and she sat perfectly on it by mistake. Brushing against her maidenhood Motoko's body was paralyzed for a brief moment as the newness of the sensation washed over her. While Motoko did write cheesy romance novels full of things and more than slight perversion, she herself had never experienced anything like it. She was a warrior and warriors don't need love or pleasure, but she was getting a tiny taste of it now.

Looking at the door of the onsen, praying nobody was there to see her blushing red or hear her minute squeal of lust, Motoko saw the smiling face of Mutsumi gazing back at her knowingly. "Ara Ara Motoko-chan am I interrupting something?" the woman asked as she dropped her towel to the floor and walked to the bath.

Pulling her body into a more ridged position, away from the small phallic stone she'd sat on, Motoko waved her head frantically. "No nothing Mutsumi-san I was just thinking is all and I…" Got off on a stone that touched something not even her fingers touched.

Easing herself into the waters, Mutsumi let out a content breath. "Are you sure Motoko-chan you look awfully red. Did you sit on something or were you thinking about Kei-kun?" Kami-sama knew it worked for Mutsumi to think about the only man she cared about. Her family was viewed as a little odd over the generations for their training in the sensual arts, but she had no problem with it. Love was love, even if it was self love.

Sputtering and slapping the water with her flailing arms, Motoko spat out denials. "I wasn't thinking about that pervert really I wasn't!" She hadn't had time to think about him before she was interrupted anyway.

Scooting over to Motoko's body, Mutsumi reclined next to where Motoko had first sat. "Oh my that stone lip their might cause a problem if one were to sit on it…Motoko-chan?" It was fun to play with this woman who had hurt Keitaro so much, but Mutsumi had seen the sudden change in the sword maiden. "Are you sure you were not thinking about my Kei-kun?"

Why is she sitting so close to me! Why is she saying these things? Mutsumi is always so polite and caring. Motoko's nerves were on the verge of shorting out with so much stimuli hitting her all at once. "I assure you that I was not thinking about Urushima at all." But now that Mutsumi mentioned it…Motoko's darker more basic mind was finding the idea very pleasing.

"Ara ara you are a poor liar Motoko-chan, but then again I'm not playing fair," Mutsumi admitted. Her hand pointed to the door to the changing room, "I found a lovely leather bound journal in the common room. Either you forgot it or somebody was playing a trick on you. I read some of your stories and while they are very silly they are very…erotic." Mutsumi giggled a little as if saying the word was a sin.

Her eyes bulging wide, Motoko would have fled the bath to recover her private tome had Mutsumi's arm now wrapped around her shoulder. "Mutsumi-san I have to recover that book before one of the little ones find it. What if Shinobu or Su-chan read it?" Motoko made to remove Mutsumi's hand when the Okinawan started to rub her shoulder in an odd manner and Motoko felt her strength leaving her in a wave of bliss.

"I've taken care of that Motoko-chan, I have it in my basket. I agree with you that children shouldn't be exposed to such things until they are ready." Mutsumi admitted. For her it was her twelfth birthday when her mother started her training in the Otohime family arts. The story her mother told her was that one of their distant ancestors lost their love to another woman through seduction, and from that day all the female descendants were trained in the art as well to avoid such hardship again. "But I find it odd that you would hurt Kei-kun for supposed perversion yet you right such things about him…and yourself." Mutsumi had easily identified the dopy manager and the strong warrior in Motoko's writings. Though it did shock her the level of detail Motoko wrote about their coupling.

Her voice growing weaker and weaker as Mutsumi's hands now moved from shoulder to neck, Motoko's eyes glazed over as wave after wave of sensation hit her. "Mutsumi-san what are you…I didn't mean to…I…I didn't know." She didn't know that touch could be this powerful! Mutsumi was obviously weaker than she was, but then why was she at the Okinawan's mercy? Mutsumi's soft casual touches and rubs were causing such an intense burning in Motoko. This is what being with somebody is like…my stories aren't near this powerful.

"I know Motoko-chan I know. You didn't know what love was when you started feeling this way. It made you frustrated, confused, and afraid and that is why you lashed out at him," Mutsumi could see it. Coming from a warrior class Motoko didn't know much about emotion and sensation so when confronted with it she lashed out. Spinning Motoko's body away from hers, Mutsumi's hands skillfully went to the usually concealed bust of Motoko and continued to work. "As for what I am doing, consider it a punishment for all the pain you inflicted on Kei-kun."

Punishment? How could anything that felt so good be a punishment? Motoko didn't know at first but when she felt something in her building she had an inclining as to what was going to happen. As she had read and written she felt an orgasm building in her loins, a powerful one brought on by the unknown skill that Mutsumi had. "I don't love him…Mu-Mutsumi-san…I d-didn't," Motoko moaned out as Mutsumi continued her casual touches, never once doing anything that would violate the woman, Mutsumi was to pure for that.

All at once, Mutsumi grinned a tiny evil grin and pulled her hands away from Motoko's body. "I think you do and I'm sorry to tell you that I will not let you have him. I had wanted Kei-kun to love Naru-chan but that isn't going to happen." The tone was a mix of happy and sad, Mutsumi never did WANT to give him up. "And I wish him to love me for who I am and not for what I can do to him, as you know doubt feel now." Mutsumi got out of the bath and grabbed her towel. "But once I am sure he cares well…know you know why I have many children. The Otohime clan does love our men very much, Father never knew what hit him and nor will Kei-kun."

So close to the verge that it was maddening, Motoko finally understood how Mutsumi was punishing her. If she wanted closure, the maddening itch to go away she'd have to do it herself. She'd have to pervert herself fully or continue on with the day utterly frustrated. "Mutsumi-san…you…gah!" Motoko yelled as she heard the door to the onsen shut. She'd have to accept the choice herself. Eyeing the tiny stone lip in the water, Motoko sighed and slid over it again. I'm worse than he is.

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Notes

Lil bit on the limey side at the end but its all in good fun. Yeah I know a lot of this isn't 'official' cannon but I think it works for what I want to do. Mutsumi never gets anything she deserves so why not play around with the character a bit. She does have a full army of brothers and sisters. Anyway hope you liked and hope ya keep reading

LATER

And Zenny…TUFF I added it!...afraid of a lil girl on girl.