A/N: Don't own Love Hina.
Truthfully, I'm not happy with this chapter. I have everything I want in it, but I had to, not really force, but work on some parts. It was too short, still kinda is, and I couldn't think of anything to add. I'm hoping with the addition of a few characters, I can add more depth to the story in the next few chapters. Maybe break the 2k word count mark.
Love Hina - Keitaro X Motoko
Motoko looked around. It wouldn't do if anyone saw her with her purchases. Especially Kitsune. She was a shifty one. Motoko never knew what was going on in her head.
Her room was in sight. She made a mad dash. Almost there...
"MOTOKO!" and Suu came barreling into her personal space.
"What's that, Motoko? Is it a banana?"
Motoko sighed. At least it was only Suu. Motoko slid her door open and placed her bag inside, before closing the door and turning to the foreign girl.
"No, Suu, it is not a banana or edible," Motoko answered already knowing the next question and heading it off.
"Oh, okay!" the girl smiled brightly, "Can we play? Keitaro can't play right now, he's fixing the walls!"
Motoko looked at Suu sharply causing the younger girl to cringe. Suu hated that look. It made her feel guilty.
"Why?"
"Naru punched him."
"Why?"
"Iunno! Can we play now?"
Motoko sighed internally. Suu would be like this until someone played with her.
"Yes we can, but only for a little while. I'm going to help Urashima fix those walls. It would behoove us to get it done sooner rather than later."
'So he won't be doing it on Saturday, and he won't miss our date' went unsaid.
The young blonde bounced around in excitement.
"C'mon, let's go!"
X x X x X
As soon as Motoko and Suu were out of her sight, Konno Mistune, oft refered to as Kitsune, began to make her move. Motoko was years too young to get by her like that. Kitsune crept to the door and opened it slightly.
She pulled the bag from the room and peeked inside.
"My, oh, my. What have we here?"
New clothes? And trendy too. The blouse would compliment her complexion well, and the camisole would work well under it. Along with a bra? A nice one too. Push-up with some lace detailing. Then Kitsune hit the absolute treasure of this trove, the one thing that proved beyond any doubt that this was all for a boy.
White, low rise, mesh, booty shorts.
For a girl like Motoko, they were practically come-sex-me-up panties. They were akin to Kitsune's thongs. 'Battle' panties. Love battle, that is. Meant for 'seduction' of a male target so he would not look at other women.
"Fu fu fu fu, try and hide this from me, little girl? Probably got outside help. I'm hurt. I wouldn't dress you up like a tramp for the first date. Now to find out who the lucky guy is, and show him a real woman. Fu fu fu fu."
Carefully placing everything back where it was, Kitsune left. It was time to plan and get petty revenge! After all Kitsune had nothing better to do but drink, and that got boring after a while.
X x X x X
Keitaro sighed. He was lucky enough to have had enough supplies in reserve, but he'd have to go out and buy more very soon.
He was so lost as to why he had been used as a wrecking ball. He hadn't done anything perverted, he had just stood up for himself and his date with Motoko. On top of that, Naru had ordered him to take her out.
He began to saw the ragged pieces of wood flat so he could patch the hole. What possessed Naru to order him to take her out? Normally, people asked for outings. Naru demanded it. She even told him to go and tell Motoko that he couldn't go out with Motoko. It made no sense.
Naru had always seemed to have a method to her madness but Keitaro could not divine the reason for this.
"Women," he sighed putting down the saw.
"What about them?" came an edged voice from behind him.
Keitaro spun to see Motoko standing there in a work tsumugi with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow tic.
"N-nothing!" he put his hands up in a placating gesture, "just today was... weird."
Motoko lost her angry posture and moved a bit closer, not quite close enough to be invading his space but far closer than Motoko usually was, when not attacking/hugging him.
"Can I do anything to help?"
He scratched the back of his head and smiled crookedly.
"You don't have to. I-"
"I want to," she cut him off.
He looked at her for moment. Motoko felt warm under his gaze, both a pleasant and unpleasant feeling.
"Alright, can you cut the ragged edges flush? It would really speed things up," he picked up a razor knife and offered it to her, "I already did this wall, the inside walls are all drywall so you can use this."
She took the offered tool and smiled just a little. Motoko liked the fact that they would be doing something together. Even if it was just this.
Keitaro moved to the side to allow her to walk through the hole and inside the dorm. She stepped through and got to work.
Time passed and there was much hard banging. On nails and boards. Motoko was surprised that Keitaro disappeared from her sight within the hour. He came inside shortly after that, and began to work on the inside of the outer wall. Insulation went in and drywall went up. Motoko had finally finished cutting on the last wall, when Keitaro finished with his wall.
Shinobu walked by announcing dinner shortly, after informing the girl that they would be there after they picked and cleaned up, she left with a blush on her face.
Motoko had to secretly agreed with the younger girl. Keitaro filled out his work shirt nicely, the older girl was just able to hold her composure better.
Or so she thought until he reached over and ran his thumb over her cheek.
"You have drywall dust on your cheek."
Keitaro did not have a word for how red Motoko got, but fast was a barely adequate description of how quickly she moved away from him.
"T-thank you," she stuttered out, "I'll see you at the dinner table. Good bye."
She quickly disappeared from his sight. Keitaro sighed inwardly. 'Women are weird. I thought boyfriends are supposed to do things like that. Even if I'm just practice, why would she react like that?'
The last thought Keitaro had before he left the area was how cute Motoko was, all dirty and covered in dust. It was surprising to him, how a dirty girl could be so attractive.
X x X x X
The seething Naru from before had observed the whole thing. Her anger spiked at the end when he touched Motoko in such a familiar way. Naru viewed as confirmation of her original thought: Keitaro had done something perverted to Motoko, and she enjoyed it.
He had probably forced himself on her! And was playing some sick, perverted sex game where he controlled her!
Naru stalked away, she would punish Keitaro and save Motoko from his perverted clutches.
X x X x X
Days until the date: 4 ...3
X x X x X
A/N: I think the counter is a nice touch. Just to let you know that 'today' would be Tuesday. 'Tomorrow' will be Wednesday.
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