I don't own Love Hina. Love Hina belongs to Ken Akamatsu. The story though is a figment of my weird imagination. For all grammar and spelling mistakes, I apologize in advance.

Foolish Heart

Two

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It was the most intense dinner the Hinata apartment has been through. Since the beginning when the Hinata apartment was still a lodge for tourists until it finally became an all-girls dormitory, it has never strained itself with such gale of emotional force. If the walls could speak, it would have groaned loud with such incredible burden. The girls, along with the only male and the current manager of the apartment and his newly introduced girlfriend, sat side by side and ate their dinner quietly in the kitchen like it was very common for the only male of the apartment to bring home a total stranger for a girlfriend.

The ominous atmosphere in the kitchen though was unmistakable and a dark almost black aura was emanating from it. Indeed if an outsider pass by and look up at the hills, to the Hinata apartment, he would have shaken with sudden unexplainable fear with an instinctive nag inside his head to run away far and run away fast.

The odd silence from the girls was a first. And at such event too.

Normally, inquiries would have flown from all sources even from those other than the mouth.

But tonight, the girls were strangely suppressed as if in shock, unable to wake up from a bad dream or hoping that someone or even something would wake them up.

Unfortunately they knew it was not a dream. And they knew it was not another B-grade anime movie.

Kitsune forced her head down again after trying to measure the kind of girlfriend Keitaro has brought home. She has been scrutinizing the new comer's chest, then looking down on hers, making notations. After five shameless and blatant gawking, she concluded that she still have the bigger breasts.

So Keitaro is after normal breasted girls, huh? Kitsune thought, looking up again to examine whether the new girl's chest was perky or saggy, well… she does have bigger boobs than Naru. And it's a little bit perky too. Mine's a bit down considering I use these to pay for rent.

If Keitaro is after a girlfriend then why didn't he try to hit on me? I mean… I do let him have a little taste of my package, Kitsune frowned.

Then one of the girls cleared her throat.

It was Motoko.

For goodness sake Kitsune! Stop doing that! Motoko thought to herself as she tried to get Kitsune's attention only to fail as Kitsune turned her eyes again towards the new girl. And Motoko knew exactly what Kitsune was staring at. You damn pervert! Kitsune!

Motoko sighed.

For most of the dinner she has been doing her best to ignore the silent circus happening around her. It was incredible. There were ranging auras all over the kitchen. She could almost feel the weight of the emotional intensity. She felt like choking. But she did her best to close herself from everyone. Turning to her years of training to clear her mind of distractions and concentrate on eating.

But eating at such moment was proving very difficult to accomplish.

Because as soon as she close herself from everybody her own mind pestered her with questions she does not understand.

Why not me? Where did that come from? He has seen me naked a couple of times! Isn't that enough? What do you mean he has seen me a couple of times? Isn't it enough that he got to squeeze my breasts even by accident every now and then? What do you mean I let him squeeze my breasts!

Motoko involuntary looked up from her plate and stare at the new girl's face.

She does look prettier. She looks quite exotic… as if there's something dangerously sexy about her that you can just-

"Shinobu, could you please pass the miso soup?"

Kitsune and Motoko turned towards Naru who glared at them in return.

After Shinobu slowly and timidly passed the soup, Naru glared again towards Kitsune and Motoko, and said pointedly, "Thank you Shinobu,"

Kitsune and Motoko returned their attention to their plate, face blushing.

Honestly! You guys should control yourselves! Naru said through her frown. She started eating again as her mind raced through. Since when? When did Keitaro get a girlfriend? When did he show any sign that he is looking for a girlfriend? I mean he's living with three women and two girls! Why look somewhere else? There weren't even any sign. Why didn't we see it before? How did we miss it? How did I miss it? He was with me then suddenly he got a girlfriend out of nowhere! What's going on?

When did he-

"Uhm… sempai… uhm… how… how long have you and Kanako-sempai been in the relationship?" Shinobu asked.

Almost in unison the other girls stopped and looked up to Keitaro waiting for him to answer with unconcealed interest.

Keitaro looked up from his plate and frowned as if trying to find the best way to answer the innocent yet implicative question from the younger girl.

Then Kanako glanced towards Shinobu and smiled, "We have been together for some time now. But we formally recognized the relationship just recently,"

It took Shinobu a few minutes to respond, "Oh,"

Keitaro smiled along and nodded.

Just recently? What exactly is that supposed to mean? Naru thought, staring at the couple before her with a disapproving face.

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"Urashima,"

Keitaro, with Kanako beside him, turned to face an oddly determined looking Motoko.

"What can I do for you Motoko?" Keitaro asked, dropping the baggage to the floor ready to be place inside his room.

"I…" Motoko started but felt embarrassed on what she was about to say, especially when Keitaro's girlfriend was standing just nearby, "I… I cannot allow Kanako-san to sleep in your room with you,"

There was a moment of silence.

Keitaro's face was a question mark trying to decipher what Motoko meant.

Then it dawned on him what she was implying which caused Motoko to feel more ashamed.

"Motoko, whatever you're thinking… it's not gonna happen," Keitaro said as he turned to slide his room's door open.

"How can we be sure about that? How can we be sure that you're not going to-,"

Kanako stepped forward, "Whatever he wants to do with me is none of your business,"

Motoko froze as if stung.

Painfully stung.

"He is my boyfriend after all and whatever he has in mind for tonight is none of your concern," Kanako continued. Her voice was cold.

Motoko's jaw dropped open. She composed herself too late, her face turning beet red in embarrassment, "How can you say that Kanako-san? Even if he's your boyfriend you can't possibly think of something like that! Especially in an apartment that is full of people!"

Kanako grinned like a Cheshire cat and coolly replied, "Whether he wants me on top or bottom… it doesn't matter. Because either way… I'd surely enjoy it. And don't worry… I'll let the whole apartment know how good it feels and how many times I came,"

Motoko's face turned maroon as images of Kanako and Keitaro flew into her mind like a horn-dog's x-rated dream movie doing the wild thing.

Keitaro sighed, seeing Motoko's reaction, "Motoko… Kana-chan is just kidding. We're not going to do that, okay? If you really don't trust what I say then by all means, sleep with us,"

Now Motoko's mind was filled with Kanako, Keitaro and HER doing the wild thing. With whips too.

She suddenly has this very strong urge to go to the toilet.

"Eeeep!" Motoko clasped her mouth and mumbled, "It's okay… no need Urashima … I uhm…. Uhm… need to go to the toilet. And uhm… I'll go get shower… uhm really, really cold shower,"

Kanako and Keitaro frowned.

"You sure you're okay Motoko?" Keitaro asked.

Motoko backed away and replied, "I'm going now. I need to get my threesome-,"

"Huh?"

"-I mean… some… some shower. Gotta go now… gotta check foreplay… I mean… whips… no wait… I mean-," Motoko struggled for a moment. Then she took off.

Kanako and Keitaro stood there with their faces in complete confusion.

Kanako turned to Keitaro and asked, "What's up with her?"

Keitaro shrugged, "Dunno,"

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"Don't you think you over did it with Motoko?" Keitaro asked as he relaxed himself within Kanako's expert hands.

Kanako didn't reply but instead continued rubbing Keitaro's… back, releasing tension on his muscles. She could feel that he was slowly giving in to the feeling and she knew that soon he would fall asleep. She felt good doing this to him. And she wished that they could stay like this forever.

"She deserves it," Kanako answered after a while.

There was a moment of silence.

"I don't like her," she continued.

"Huh?" Keitaro mumbled. He knew that whenever Kanako say something like that it only meant that there was competition. And from his experience, she was never wrong. From his memories, when she said she doesn't like a girl, it usually meant that the girl was after him one way or the other. And hearing this from her puzzled him.

"You're joking, right?"

Kanako shook her head like a little girl, "Nope. You're living with perverts Kei-kun. I can't believe they haven't jumped on you already,"

Keitaro closed his eyes again and laughed, "That's impossible. I mean… I've only been here less than six months and all I got was daily punishment. And mind you they are not the usual punishment… I've been slashed, punched, kicked, ridden on, electrocuted and the lot… and all because I accidentally bumped into them, slipped on them and walk in on them which by the way are true accidents. And seriously… I didn't know that living with girls was such a bad luck for me. I am not usually like this. I never had this kind of bad luck before,"

"And you're not. You're not clumsy. You're the most graceful man I ever known," Kanako started kneading Keitaro shoulders and received a pleasured groan. She smiled, "Have you ever thought that maybe they are purposely pushing themselves to you or on you and then making you think that it was your fault?"

Keitaro looked up towards the hole on his ceiling and wondered, why is it that every time I go up there it's the only time that Naru has to change clothes? Why is it that even though I explicitly announced that I would be cleaning the bath, they all have to take a bath and not bother to tell me about it? I know Kitsune lets me cop a feel because of the rent but… now that I think about it… she's been letting me do it almost daily… as if… as if she's enjoying it.

"But that's understandable I guess," Kanako said as she reached for the towel, "Considering that you're the only male here and these girls are at the height of their hormonal stage. You know women… we don't usually display our sexual desires but if we have a chance to atleast show it… we would do so especially if it's hidden from society. Like living in an apartment away from scrutinizing eyes with a lone man they could easily manipulate,"

"So you're saying I'm just a sex toy to them," Keitaro concluded.

Kanako's eyebrows rose, "You're not pleased with that? Any other male would have jumped with joy with that revelation,"

Keitaro frowned, "Who would want to be a sex toy when I have you?"

It was Kanako's turn to blush.

There was a moment of silence.

Then Kanako reached out and hugged Keitaro, let him feel her softness, her desire.

She whispered, "How long do you think they will let us do this?"

Keitaro did not reply.

Hei there! I know it's wrong and I know it's pretty low even for me but I have to. If you are wondering… there is a point in the story somewhere. I'd let you know very soon. I didn't know that people are actually reading this kind of thing but I guess I better keep going. Just read between the lines and you'll see what I mean. I gave out some clues in here.

Any idea what's this about? Huh?

Anyway… let me know what you think. Cheers!

nivremous