I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or Love Hina. Nor do I own any of their respective characters. I do own the character of Ren.
No profit is obtained in any way from the writing of this story.
I'm gonna rate this story Mature for general suggestive content and probably some other stuff down the road that I haven't thought of yet.
This story will be based on the Love Hina manga (which I find is better than the anime) and the Ouran anime (since I haven't read the manga).
Chapter III
The first thing Naru's brain registered about Motoko's actions was how surprisingly soft the samurai's lips were. Everything about Motoko's body, thanks to her training, was firm and stiff. Well, almost everything. Like most of the girls who hung around the Hinata, Motoko's bust was quite generous and soft. But she'd never thought her lips would be soft too. Not that she thought of Motoko's lips often that is.
When it finally clicked that another woman was kissing her, she pulled back. "Motoko, what are you- mmmmph!"
Her protest was cut off as Motoko kissed her again, this time sliding her tongue into Naru's mouth. The kiss was more desperate than the one before it, as if Motoko felt she'd soon lose her nerve, or Naru would strike.
What ended the kiss wasn't really either one of those actually. Naru eventually managed to pry the samurai's mouth from her own once more and again looked in utter shock at her friend. It wasn't that she had anything against homosexuality, which given the way she normally viewed sexuality of any kind was odd. "Let's try this again. Just what the hell do you think you're doing Motoko?"
For a moment, Motoko looked a bit punch drunk, seeming to wallow in the lingering sensation of the kiss. When Naru's words sank in, however, she clamped a hand over her mouth and bolted from the hot spring, Naru calling after her.
Ren stood out on his bedroom's balcony, enjoying a smoke. He didn't smoke tobacco, but rather he dried and crushed a mixture of jasmine and rose petals himself to inhale. Kitsune was curled happily in his bed, practically purring in her sleep as the dark haired young man relaxed. Just as he was lighting a fresh cigarette, the door to his room burst open.
Motoko, still dripping wet and wearing only the towel she'd had on in the hot spring, stormed into his room. "Yes, do come in Motoko, my door's always open," Ren said with heavy sarcasm. He himself wore only a low slung pair of jeans with the top button unfastened.
"I would speak with you on something very important Ren-sama," the young swordmaiden said as she stopped just before him. "Something that I never thought I would ever do, and it has left me confused."
"While I would normally be glad to see this breakthrough you're clearly having, perhaps you should come back in the morning, with a bit more clothing on." His appreciative gaze swept over her towel clad body, lingering on the swell of her chest. "Of course, you're also more than welcome to lose that towel and we can wake Kitsune for a little three-way action."
Instantly, the warrior blushed a deep red, only now realizing just how she must look at the moment. Without another word, she turned and bolted from the room. She dashed off to her own room and quickly tossed her towel aside, grabbing a dry one from her dresser and drying herself off before diving under the covers of her futon.
How could she have done the things she'd done tonight? First she kissed Naru, twice! Then she'd worn nothing but a towel in front of Ren, a man who was an unabashed pervert. She sighed to herself and closed her eyes, hoping that not only she would actually be able to get to sleep, but that if she did, it would be peaceful.
The next morning, Motoko woke up before dawn and dressed herself in her usual kimono before once more marching to Ren's room and entering without knocking. A decision she quickly regretted as she found him stretching naked in the middle of his room.
Running down his back was a corset piercing of silver rings and black ribbon. Set between the piercings, Ren had a back length tattoo of dragon wings. Sensing someone in the room with him, he turned to see who it was, exposing the Prince Albert piercing through the tip of his penis.
Motoko's face turned a burning red and she quickly slammed the door shut, leaning against it as she spun away to keep her back at the male presence on the other side of the door. "Must you be a pervert so early in the morning?" she asked him, glancing back at the door over her shoulder.
"You're the one who keeps barging into my private room without knocking first," he pointed out in a smug tone before he opened the door, now dressed in a pair of pants and a black tank top. "So you might as well come on in and tell me whatever it is you need to tell me. And you can relax, Kitsune's already gone back to her room, though I'm surprised she can still walk with what we did last night."
When the samurai began sputtering and grabbing the hilt of her training sword, he grinned. "Settle down now. You came to me with a problem, and we'll take care of it. I'm only trying to get you to lighten up a bit. Of course, I'd probably have better luck getting a stone to bleed."
He moved over to the desk that, unlike everything else in the room, was perfectly normal and turned on a hot plate so he could heat the tea pot sitting on it. "So what seems to be the problem?"
Motoko knew that trying to beat around the bush wouldn't cut it someone like Ren. Taking a deep, calming breath, she nodded. "I kissed Naru. Twice."
Whatever issue Ren might have been expecting from such a stick-in-the-mud like Motoko, it sure as hell wasn't that. "Did I just hear that right?" When she nodded, he sighed a bit. Well, this was a load of crap he didn't need first thing in the morning. "And how exactly did Narusegawa take such an action?"
"She asked me what I was doing and then I ran. I didn't really give her a chance to react."
As he poured them both a cup of green tea, his preferred choice in the mornings, Ren nodded in understanding. "I can see how that would be a problem. But that brings me to wondering why on earth you ran to me about this. I would think Haruka would be a better source of advice. I'm not exactly about to condemn or say anything against a little girl-on-girl after all."
Fighting to control a flare of her temper, Motoko looked at him. "I know that. The reason I came to you is to help me get rid of such urges. I'm a warrior, I don't give in to my emotions or baser instincts like that. I need your help getting control of myself again."
"Can't you just meditate?" he asked with dripping sarcasm.
"My thoughts are filled with the kisses. There's no way I'd be able to concentrate well enough. "
He sipped his tea and thought for several moments. Clearly what Motoko needed wasn't help controlling herself, but yielding that control over her emotions. If she was in love with Naru, and such an impulsive kiss said she certainly was, then she needed to break through that denial and admit it... to herself at least. "Alright, I'll help you," he said after a bit, making sure he didn't actually say what he was going to help her with.
"But for what you need, I'm afraid I don't have what we need for such a session up here. We'll have to go down into my office in the tunnels." Walking over to a wall, he pushed aside the panel section to expose the entrance to one of the Hinata's many hidden passageways.
He led her down the tunnel to one of the many caverns under the inn that could be used for hiding things or persons. A little research had told Ren that these tunnels were first used during the isolationist era by Japanese Christians who would come down here to pray and worship in safety. They'd later made good places to duck and cover from the Allied Forces that would bomb the island during World War II.
The chamber he brought her down to didn't look like a torture chamber though, it looked more like an office. There was a desk, a cushy armchair, even a reclining couch like conventional therapists used. "I thought you said you were going to help me," she said with a frown.
"I am, this is just the front room. I just use it for helping clients unwind after a session. That couch is a good spot to nap and regain your strength once I'm finished with you." He led her further down the tunnel, flipping a powerful switch to turn on a series of lights.
"This is where I'm going to help you," he said, waving to a dungeon of vicious equipment that made his room upstairs seem like a child's playground. "So, pick how you want me to restrain you before we begin. Since this is your first time doing this, I'm going to start you out easy. Today we'll just restrain you and threaten your body with pain. Sometimes that's all it takes. Oh, and I'll need you to take off your top and breast bindings."
"What?!"
"Your body won't have the same reaction if it knows there's the slight protection of your clothes. And I'm going to be aiming at your back, so it's not like I'll see anything. I'm a pervert off the clock, but I respect my patients."
Though she still looked a touch wary about his intentions, Motoko needed him to do this. So she looked around the chamber, finally settling on a pair of manacles that dangled from the ceiling.
Ren looked up to them and nodded. "As you wish. So do go ahead and strip." He went over to the wall and loosened the chain the manacles were fixed to to lower them down to a workable height.
Motoko's face was bright red as she took off her kimono and breast bindings. She kept her back to Ren, who's face appeared to be all business, and slowly backed over to him. "You're sure you won't look?"
"If I look, it would only be to admire your beauty. Much as you claim all males are perverts, and we both know I certainly am, sometimes a male just wishes to admire the body of a woman. But I doubt I'll have need to see your front this session. Now, arms up."
She raised her arms and Ren closed the manacles around her wrists. Unlike the ones she'd find upstairs, these had no soft lining. Only some rough leather to minimize the damage to her flesh. Without a word he raised the chain until the young samurai was standing just on the tips of her big toes.
"There now, that's that. Let me get one more thing ready and we can begin the session." What he needed to prepare was the pain element. Since it was merely for threat today, he had something special in mind. He walked over to a darkened corner of the room and stoked a tray of coals into full heat, setting a poker among them to warm.
"Now then, let's get started shall we? Why did you kiss Naru?" Amusingly, such a simple question could have been a good way to start Motoko's real therapy, or the kind he planned to give her.
"I-I lost control of my instincts in the hot water of the spring," Motoko said, already feeling the strain on her arms from the way she was suspended. She was going to be sore for the next few days.
Picking up the now glowing red poker, Ren brought it close to her back. Not enough to burn, but more than close enough for her to feel the heat. "Now don't lie. You two bathe all the time together in that spring and nothing like this ever happened before. So what changed?"
The heat from the poker was searing, actually making her sweat. "Nothing was different! It was the same as it always is. I just lost control."
Sighing, he brought the poker a little closer. "Stop lying to yourself, and to me. There must have been something. Conversation, atmosphere, something."
"Alright! I asked her what she thought about when she pictured her future relationships. She... she told me she saw herself with a handsome man."
"And then what happened?" Ren asked, pulling heat away a bit. She was making progress, so he backed off a touch to see if she could make the next step on her own.
"I... I don't know. I suddenly wondered to myself if it had to be a man she was with in the future and kissed her! Now you see why I need your help regaining my focus."
Behind her, Ren shook his head. "That's not what you need at all, Motoko, and certainly not why I brought you down here."
She twisted in her bonds, trying to turn so she could face him, her almost complete nudity escaping her for the moment. "You lied to me?! Did you just bring me down here to indulge in your perverted fantasies then?"
He actually laughed at that. "Hardly, samurai girl. I may partake of some perverted pleasures every now and then, but this is all about business. Yeah, I lied to you, but if I told you the real reason I agree to help you, you never would have come down here." Pausing to tuck the poker back into the coals for a bit, he leaned against the cavern wall. "I brought you down here not so you could regain your focus, but so you could understand why it was you kissed Naru."
"Alright, if you're so smart, why did I kiss my best friend then?" Motoko was fuming, trying to get free. But the manacles held fast, and she couldn't position herself well enough to get loose.
"It's very simple. I can boil the reason down to one reason in fact: jealousy. You were jealous of this imaginary man Naru saw in her life down the road, so you took action."
"Jealous?! Why the hell would I be jealous of a man, let along one who doesn't exist." Oh, Ren was so going to get it when she got down.
"That's also easy, Motoko, you just refuse to see why. Like you said, Naru is your best friend. And we all know how you feel about men. To be honest, I'm surprised I didn't pick up on this sooner myself. You're always hanging out with Naru, more so than even Kitsune does. You can't bear to not have her in your life at this point."
Picking up the poker, he brought himself close to Motoko so he could speak right into her ear. "You're jealous of this imaginary man because you want Naru for yourself. Motoko, you're a lesbian." There was much more to it than that, but one step at a time.
"I am not!" Motoko cried out, struggling anew. "I'm not jealous and I'm not a lesbian!" But she froze when she felt the heat of the poker once more.
"Now come on babe, it's not that hard to admit these things to yourself, or to me for that matter. It's just between you and me."
As the heat of the poker grew closer to her body, Motoko suddenly grew worried that perhaps he'd lied about not actually hurting this time around as well. "Alright! I admit it! I was jealous of whatever man Naru was picturing. She deserves better than any man could ever give her. And okay, I might be attracted to girls, but I still don't know why I kissed Naru. Now let me go!"
Before Ren could respond, Two objects hurled down one of the large holes he'd carved into the cavern ceiling that served as windows and air shafts. The objects unfurled themselves into a towering youth with dark hair and dark eyes, and much shorter young man with blond hair and golden eyes. "Don't worry lady, we're here to save you! Isn't that right Takashi?"
"Well, this isn't good," Ren said with an exasperated sigh.
Author's Note: Damn, Motoko was really into the moment there wasn't she? I know, a lot of you probably were hoping things would go further than they did, but give it some time. These things must be handled delicately after all. I just hope Ren's able to get to the full bottom of Motoko's inner turmoil soon. I'd also hope he can help Naru see the light, but he's a miracle worker, not a god.
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