A/N: I own nothin'. If I did I wouldn't be in the middle of the desert.

Hope this is a little more fleshed out for you. Its hard for me to do it, because I get distracted by shiny thing easily.

Love Hina - Keitaro X Motoko

Motoko was faced with an enigma that plagued many, many young people. What would she wear on her date? She couldn't ask anyone in the house. The questions asked would be far to embarrassing. And Kitsune would probably dress her up like a whore. Just for giggles. And asking her sister just seemed very, very wrong to Motoko.

So that left the girls from school and the Kendo Club. It would likely be just as embarrassing, but some 'damage control' could be performed. At least she didn't have to live with those girls.

Plus, the girls in the club practically hero worshiped her. She could ask them to keep it on the down low. The one or two girls who didn't, respected her and would also likely be discreet.

Motoko would start there.

School couldn't end fast enough. The clock ticking on the wall threatened to drive the young Aoyama mad. Tick, tick, tick, it went. It did happen to bring an amusing thought to her head.

'What kind of name is Tock, when you go tick?'

The book was a very strange and amusing one. Her English teacher had them read it, once upon a time. It was to better understand things like idioms, homophones, and a few other strange things about English. It had been a very funny book.

Eventually, the school day did come to an end and it was time for activities. Before she could even open her mouth, she was set upon.

"Who is he/she?"

Motoko blinked.

"What?" she asked.

"You were staring at the clock or out the window all day, Sempai."

"And sighing, don't forget sighing."

The clamor was getting to be a little much. Somehow they had managed to back her into a corner. Motoko was just a teensy bit worried they had done that without her noticing.

"Quiet!," she yelled, "You should all be far more composed than this! Now, Tanaka-san," Motoko indicated the usually level headed girl, "explain."

The girl shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.

"Aoyama-san, what the other girls and I are asking is who has caught your attention? You seemed drastically different in class today. We took it as an indication that you have found someone you like."

Motoko just stared. Had she really? Was it that obvious? Damn Urashima.

"You are, in fact, correct."

The girls started again.

"QUIET! STOP THIS NONSENSE! I thought you all better than this!"

"We're all just very excited, Aoyama-san. We apologize."

"Why wo- never mind. I know I am going to regret this, but he," many girls sighed in defeat, how strange, "and I are going on a date this Saturday. I-I," Motoko blushed and looked away, "have nothing to wear."

It was scary how fast the girls got into a group and began whispering and looking over at her every few seconds. Motoko's prediction had come true. Suddenly they returned to her.

"We have just the thing in mind."

Motoko felt an incredible feeling of dread.

X x X x X

"Keitaro!"

Keitaro flinched when he heard Naru call his name. Generally, when she did it punishment followed. It happened for all sorts of things. It really blew his mind that he could do so much wrong in her eyes. Unfortunately, he was fixated on her. And to make it worse, he knew it.

"Yes, Naru?"

She smiled sweetly at him.

"Your taking me out this Saturday."

Now, his feelings and thoughts became conflicted. He felt he loved this girl but he had already promised Motoko that he would go with her. It was good for the story, though, that Keitaro's morals outweighed his fixation.

"I'm sorry Naru, but I already said I'd do something with Motoko-san."

Naru's smile remained sweet but it no longer reached her eyes.

"Well, go tell her that you can't do it. You and I are going out Saturday."

Keitaro frowned. This did not seem like Naru.

"Why?"

"To celebrate the exam, of course!"

"To celebrate taking the exam? I've done it so many times its routine. Why would I celebrate it? Especially the day after?"

"I don't think you understand, Keitaro. You ARE taking me out on Saturday."

She looked a little upset at this point.

"I already promised Motoko-san I would go with her. I can't back out now."

She huffed and crossed her arms under her breasts. Naru was not used to Keitaro saying 'no' to her. It hadn't happened up to this point. And if she wanted to keep control of him she had to punish him. She had to maintain control. If she couldn't control him, then he would do all sorts of perverted things.

"Keitaro..." came out as a growl.

"No, and that's my final answer."

With that he, surprisingly, began to walk away from a now seething Naru. She punched him through four walls out on to the grounds.

"I'll get you back under my thumb, Keitaro."

X x X x X

Motoko looked at her self in the mirror. She could hardly recognize herself. The girls had asked her all sorts of questions as they pushed her into the changing rooms.

'Was he taller than you?' No, about the same.

'Was the date casual or more formal?' It was a first date, and she was taking him out. So, her limited discretionary funds would keep it casual.

And so on.

They had put her in some rather nice and stylish black flats and dress pants. For a top they put her in a light blue top that went very well with her skin tone. They had also put her in a white bra. Which felt nice, seeing as she almost always used wraps. Much more free. She decided she might wear them when not training.

They were now discussing make-up and hair.

"Aoyama-san should wear minimal make-up. She's already so pretty, just a little bit to make her just a little more!"

Motoko agreed with that. She did not know how to apply make-up beyond lipstick. A pink-red shade was chosen. And they quickly taught her how to apply some eye-liner.

But the real sticking point was hair. She had quite a bit. It was long, healthy, and thick. The girls sighed over it. It was so nice.

Of course it was. It was Motoko's girly vice. The one luxury she allowed herself was hair care products. However, this did not extend to styling. The girls decided that down would be the best way to go, since she rarely wore it that way. But it would have to receive extra love to make it that much more special.

Motoko cringed a little bit when they demanded to know every little detail about the date as payment. But still they did help her, so it wasn't so bad.

Motoko looked at herself in the mirror one more time. She looked so beautiful, so much more feminine, and so mature. And she felt it.

"Thank you all," she said quietly.

"Its not a problem at all, Aoyama-san. Just have fun, and make sure to give the poor boy a kiss!"

Motoko blushed fiercely. The prospect had crossed her mind a few times.

"I-I do not know if that will happen. He is a kind and gentlemanly person. I do not think he would kiss me."

Tanaka smiled.

"Not with that attitude, silly. You have to convince him to kiss you!"

Motoko arched an eyebrow, the effect dulled by her still pink cheeks.

"How do I do that?"

X x X x X

Keitaro groaned, for multiple reasons. Firstly, going through four walls would suck for any body. Secondly, he had to fix those walls. Thirdly, it would cost precious money to fix those walls. And lastly, Naru was acting strangely, which would result in more cases of what just happened.

Still, four days until his date with Motoko. If he could survive that long, it would make his week to be her practice boy.

X x X x X

A/N: Oh noes! Naru is a scheming, and Keitaro seems to be a little confuzzled! Maybe the scheme Motoko is planning will convince the poor guy different. Please review.