Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
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"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
Wondering about the pairing? Kei/Tsu, Kei/Mot, perhaps even Kei/Mot+Tsu or possibly something completely different? Well, keep wondering, 'cause I 'aint gonna tell ya! evil smirk
A note on the -han suffix I use, as it seems to have led some of you to believe that I accidentally dropped a 'c' from -chan and consistently keep on doing so whenever Tsuruko addresses Motoko. Well, I might be a lazy and haphazard spell-checker, but I'm not quite that sloppy. :D
It's either very old'n traditional and apparently common in Kendoka families or other families of some nobility, as I saw someone write in a forum once. Not so sure about this explanation myself, as that is the only place I've ever heard that particular explanation mentioned, ever... However, it's also the rough equivalent of -san in the Kansai-ben dialect, heard quite often around the Osaka region and amongst its older people. Or at least, that used to be how it was. These days, this particular suffix has gotten quite popular amongst the youngsters of the Osaka-Kyoto region.
And lo and behold, Tsuruko belongs to a Kendoka family based in Kyoto, with an ancient traditional legacy. And as Tsuruko-chan no doubt will insist, at sword-point if necessary, she's certainly young'n spry enough to be counted amongst the youngsters of the region. ;D Hence, my use of the -han suffix when she speaks with Motoko. I figure that she's flexible enough to dispense with it when speaking to others however, which is why it's manager-san, as opposed to manager-han.
And just to warn you guys ahead of time, a -yan or two might pop out of Tsuruko's mouth from time to time. Just so any linguistically confused individuals knows beforehand, it's the equivalent of -kun and/or -chan.
And this concludes Hawk-sukebe's language lesson for today. Have a very hentai day, everyone.
+Splash+
"Wooooaaahhhh!" the horrific figure cried out as the metal wing it was standing on slammed into the water, launching the rider screaming through the air, on a course straight towards Keitaro.
"Ouff!" Keitaro grunted as he was knocked onto his back, feeling slightly grateful for his earlier tumble, as it meant less pain now. "Aaahhh! It's the Green Goblin!" he shrieked and attempted to push the scary supervillain off him, though all he accomplished by that was to knock the helmet off, never noticing the three everwatching eyes of Molmol emblazoned on its forehead. "Huah! M-m-motoko!" he exclaimed in surprise.
"Y-you foul corrupter! You have defiled my sister with your deviant ways!" Motoko panted out, her heart still beating wildly after the most terrifying trip of her life. She was so rattled that she didn't manage to do more then raise herself up on her arms, never even noticing that Keitaro had lost his towel and that she was standing on all fours between his legs.
Which is of course the very moment that Tsuruko entered the baths, finding a red-faced and panting Motoko in a tight-fitting spandex suit between the legs of a wide-eyed naked Keitaro.
"Motoko-han! So you aren't a lesbian after all! And that suit... I didn't know you were into rubber, manager-san! I have my old wetsuit still, would you like me to wear that for you some time?" Tsuruko exclaimed after a moment of silence, howling with mental laughter as she struggled to keep a neutral expression, instead of allowing her mirth to show.
Both Motoko and Keitaro were so cute when embarrassed and oh so easily embarrassed!
"Urashima, where do you think you are going?" Motoko demanded to know, glaring suspiciously at the man in question as he appeared in the corner of her eyes as she went through the motions of her morning practise, enjoying the sensation of grass under her bare feet as she worked out. The roof platform at the Hinata Sou was good in its own way, but she had missed the outdoors training ground at the Aoyama residence.
"To take a bath?" he responded hesitantly, making it sound more like a question, then a statement. She absently thought that he looked pretty funny, having frozen in mid-stride as she questioned him.
Motoko still glared suspiciously at him for a few moments, before she nodded with grudging approval. She kept swinging her wooden sword for another couple of minutes, before another distraction made an appearance.
"Hello, Motoko-han. Glorious morning, isn't it?" Tsuruko greeted her sister cheerfully, clutching a wooden bucket to her chest as she strode towards the bath.
"Perhaps if the defiling presence of the deviant Urashima roaming around our ancestral home hadn't spoiled it..." Motoko muttered. "Good morning, Aneue." she said a little louder. "Where are you going so early? Aren't you going to practise?"
"Not quite yet. I'm going to take a bath first. See you later, Motoko-han." Tsuruko replied cheerfully, continuing on her way towards the bath with an anticipatory smile lighting up her entire face.
"Oh, all right." Motoko replied, her brow furrowing in confusion for a few moments as something about that response rubbed her the wrong way for some reason. And it wasn't the fact that Tsuruko would have to clean herself off again after working up a sweat during her practise. When it finally clicked, she lost her balance and tumbled to the ground. "Wait! Urashima is using the bath right now!" Motoko shouted at her departing sister's back.
"I know!" Tsuruko called back over her shoulder without slowing down or changing directions.
"Oh, all right then. ... Wait! What do you mean, you know! Aneue!" Motoko protested, scrambling up onto her feet and darting off after her sister. Tsuruko gracefully adjusted her pace up a few notches, forcing Motoko to increase her speed as well in order to keep up until Tsuruko started the process all over again, until both of them were sprinting all out towards the bath, Motoko shouting protests all the while. "Aneue! Stop it! He's a male! A perverted male!" Motoko bellowed.
"Like I care!" Tsuruko retorted and leapt over the wall separating the outdoors bath from the rest of the compound. "If you were so eager to join him yourself and get a bit of private time with your lover, you should have followed him earlier! You snooze, you loose, Motoko-han!"
"My lo-WHAT!" Motoko bellowed as she followed Tsuruko over the wall. However, so surprised was she by her sisters outrageous declaration, that she missed her landing on a large boulder standing in the middle of the hot spring. "WhaaaaaAAAAA!" Motoko shouted as her foot slipped on the edge of the boulder, vanished from out of underneath her and she tumbled into the water instead of springing off and launching herself after Tsuruko as she had planned.
Motoko's plans weren't the only ones ruined however.
Keitaro certainly hadn't planned on having Motoko falling into his lap as he entered the baths. He certainly hadn't counted on her body rushing past in close proximity tearing the towel wrapped around his torso to get torn off. If someone had told him before that Motoko would one day mash his private parts, he would have believed it based on her previous history of violence towards him. He just wouldn't have believed that she would try to do it with her tight little ass!
"WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Keitaro howled across the area as Motoko landed butt-first in his lap, crushing him between a rock and a hard place. Well, a rather firm but still soft to the touch place actually, as far as he could recall. But with the speed she was coming down at, it certainly felt like a hard place. As did the rock he was sitting on as she landed on him. He bolted upright, launching Motoko into the hot water, yelped in pain and gently cradled his private bits in a protective manner. "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!"
"Oh, poor manager-san!" Tsuruko exclaimed with a horrified expression, then debated with herself for a few moments regarding weather she really dared to utter the phrase that first came to mind or not, before she decided that it would be too fun for her to refrain from using it, despite how utterly embarrassing it would be. "Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?" she inquired, only years upon years of mental training and physical conditioning allowing her to prevent a furious blush from appearing on her face.
Keitaro was too distracted by his mangled privates and bruised ass to even hear the statement, but Motoko heard it, causing her to turn beet red in the face. She leapt after her sister with a strangled squawking noise, intending to chase her out of the bath before anything untoward could take place. And if she managed to subdue her crazy older sister and drag her off to a shrink to cure her from the obvious insanity, all for the better! Anyone who would take a bath with Urashima on their own had to suffer from some serious mental illness, she just hoped that it could be cured.
Tsuruko had no inclination to allow her sister to prevent her from enjoying a nice bath with manager-san, so she tossed her bathing supplies towards the dressing rooms, focused her Ki and hastily gathered up a respectable amount of Chi from her surroundings, before slamming the palms of her hands together in front of her.
+BOOOOooOOOOOOM+
The attack was crude, completely devoid of grace and wasted a great deal of energy, but it worked well enough. Having no desire to wind up in a prolonged fight and risk injuring her younger sister, she had hastily concluded that this would be the quickest and least dangerous way to strip Motoko of her fighting spirit.
And her clothes.
"Yaaaaaaaah!" Motoko shrieked as the wave of energy slammed into her, halting her approach and knocking the breath out of her. As well as tearing her clothes off as the badly focused energy washed over her. The unfocused energy wave couldn't bypass her own tightly focused Ki that surrounded her body, so there wasn't a scratch on her. But her clothes had no similar protection, the dead matter long since having lost just about all of its former energy. So, Motoko tumbled down towards the water, while her shredded clothes fluttered away on Tsuruko's artificial wind. All that survived, where her panties and the chest bindings, items which where close enough to her body to gain some measure of protection from the field of Ki that surrounded Motoko at all times.
But considering how see-through they became as Motoko splashed down in the water, she could just as well have lost those as well, as they no longer served to protect her modesty. At the moment, they merely heightened her appeal to any straight male or homosexual female who happened to look at her right now.
Tsuruko didn't belong to the last category and while Keitaro did belong to the first, he was currently too distracted by his own condition to even spare a glance at Motoko.
However, Motoko wasn't thinking all to clearly at the moment and so took no notice of this last fact.
"EEEEEeeeek! Pervert!" Motoko shouted and lashed out at Keitaro, sending him flying from the bath with a powerful, if somewhat unfocused attack.
"Aw, crap..." Tsuruko muttered, leaping away in the direction Keitaro had been sent flying.
That had not been part of her plan. It appeared as if she would have to curb her playful instincts while Motoko was around, or Keitaro would be dead before the day was over.
"Huh? Motoko?" Keitaro mumbled in bewilderment as he opened his eyes and stared up at the dark-haired beauty above him.
"Tsu. Ru. Ko." the vision of loveliness corrected him, gently stroking his right cheek.
"Oh. Hello." Keitaro responded drowsily, then swivelled his eyes around, taking in his surroundings for a few moments, before he looked up at Tsuruko again. "Why am I resting my head on your lap in the middle of a forest?" he asked, then blinked as his brain caught up with what his mouth had just said. He bolted upright and scrambled away from Tsuruko. "AH! SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY! I didn't mean to, I wasn't being perverted! It must have been an accident!"
"Keitaro." Tsuruko snapped in a stern voice that made Keitaro shut up and pale with fear. "Come here." she ordered and made a 'come-hither' motion with her right index finger. "No, even closer." she instructed as the apologetic Ronin stopped two meters in front of the kneeling woman. "Kneel." she ordered and he swallowed nervously, before doing as instructed. "Excellent." she approved and Keitaro closed his eyes as her arms darted out towards him, fearing the worst.
Which was why he was so surprised when Tsuruko yanked him off balance and shifted him around until his head was resting in her lap once again.
"There, that's better." Tsuruko approved and sighed. "Manager-san. I understand that you've lived a very difficult life and it seems like my little sister have contributed greatly to your difficulties. I want you to understand something though. I am not my sister. If you do something which displeases me, I will inform you about it. Inform verbally, not pull out my sword and abuse you with it. I did not mind anything about the situation in the slightest. In fact, it was I who placed your head in my lap to begin with after I discovered your point of decent and caught you before you crashed into the ground."
"Thank you." Keitaro mumbled and tried to get up again. "But there's no need for this, I'm fine." he insisted, but found himself halted by a gentle hand being put on his chest. She didn't push him, she didn't caress him. She merely put her hand there and he found himself unable to resist the silent plea behind that particular gesture. He slowly leaned back into her lap again and looked up, only to see an expression of approval on Tsuruko's smiling face.
"Rest for a bit longer, I am a little tired myself and wouldn't mind a bit of a rest before returning." Tsuruko implored and Keitaro found himself unable to resist the gentle request from Tsuruko, letting himself relax as much as he could, while she amused herself by caressing his hair, combing it into shape with her fingers. He glanced down and exhaled with relief, as he saw that he was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist that covered up his private bits.
His still aching private bits.
For the first time ever, Keitaro found himself nursing absent thoughts on actually retaliating in response to one of the girl's attacks. He was often in pain, but having his stiff member ( He had been thinking about Tsuruko and Motoko at the time... ) crushed and his ass pressed down onto a fucking rock, had left him with very uncomfortable lingering pains.
He knew that he wouldn't, it just wasn't in him. But as he rested his head on Tsuruko's lap for a few minutes more, he absently imagined what it'd be like to pull Motoko over his lap and give her a solid thrashing as punishment for her rash'n brash actions.
/Oh my/ Tsuruko thought as her cheeks slowly flushed, as stray imagery from Keitaro's thoughts reached her due to their close proximity and Keitaro's relaxed state. /How... Intriguing.../ she thought as she strained to get as much detail as possible.
"Are you still in pain, manager-san?" Tsuruko inquired with a contrite expression, calmly sipping from her cup of tea.
After five minutes to catch their respective breaths, Keitaro to flush all thoughts of revenge out of his system and Tsuruko to get a really good idea of what Keitaro was pondering, they had returned to the compound and sat down for breakfast with Motoko.
"It's not so bad." Keitaro replied evasively, with a bit of flush to his cheeks.
"I am sorry, manager-san. I didn't think my words would get Motoko-han so inflamed that she would try to mount herself on you without even removing her clothes or panties first." Tsuruko continued, much to the consternation of her younger sister and the injured party in question.
"Aneue! I was not trying to... Do what you said I was trying to do!" Motoko protested with a facial coloration that more closely resembled that of a boiled lobster then her natural skin tone. "I slipped!"
"Tsuruko-san! Motoko-chan wouldn't... She... No way... There's no way Motoko-chan would do something like that!" Keitaro protested, his own facial skin having assumed a skin tone that was more along the lines of Ferrari-red, then his normal coloration.
"At least we're in agreement over something..." Motoko muttered, her fingers itching to hold her sword, which Tsuruko had liberated her from earlier, citing that there was no need to carry it around outside of practise in their ancestral home.
Though she dearly would have liked to have the sword or at least a bokken present right now, as it brought her comfort to carry them. Besides, using it on Keitaro would be a great stress relief right about now. She looked over at Keitaro with violence in her gaze. If looks could kill, Keitaro would at the very least be severely injured right about now.
"Speaking of agreement, I am very disappointed in you, Motoko-han." Tsuruko suddenly announced, causing Motoko to direct her attention at Tsuruko instead of Keitaro. "While I have seen little that actually supports it since you returned home, I assume that you still recall the creed of our family school?"
"Of course!" Motoko exclaimed. "Slay evil wherever it dwells, protect the innocent and honour our joint traditions."
"Yes." Tsuruko agreed with a faint smile. "From the Aoyama Ryu, we have a long-standing history of ridding the world of evil, both demonic influences and more human evils. From the Kamiya Ryu, we get the sword that protects, sheltering the innocent from harm. In the ninteenthirties, when the Aoyama Ryu and Kamiya Ryu united under one banner, the creed of the united school was first formulated and all students ever since, has had to swear the Aoyama Oath." Tsuruko stated, more for Keitaro's benefit then Motoko, who was all too aware of the schools history.
"Cool." Keitaro whispered under his breath as he listened to Tsuruko explain matters.
"You have sworn the Oath, have you not, Motoko-han?" Tsuruko inquired.
"Yes, of course, Aneue!" Motoko agreed.
"As such, I'm assuming that you understand that your own actions towards manger-san have been less then in keeping with that Oath? Your sword must never be used in anger, never raised in retaliation and never ever used to draw the blood of the innocent." Tsuruko continued and Motoko cringed in her seat. "Your despicable actions require atonement, Motoko-han." Tsuruko snapped, drawing out a gasp and a shameful expression from Motoko.
"As temporary Heir to the Aoyama Ryu, it is my sad duty to punish you for your foul transgression against that which our school proudly stands for." Tsuruko continued, directing a withering gaze towards Motoko. "Manager-san! Will you assist me in this duty?" she asked, directing her gaze towards Keitaro who blinked and gulped nervously as those piercing eyes were suddenly directed at him.
"If that is your wish..." Keitaro stuttered nervously after a few moments.
"I thank you, Manager-san." Tsuruko responded and bowed deeply from where she sat. "Motoko-han, thank manager-san for giving us his word of honour that he will help you to atone for your crimes." Tsuruko instructed her younger sister, who clenched her fists until her skin started turning white as she slowly forced herself to bow to him.
"Thank you, Urashima-san. I owe you one." she managed to get out without snarling or cursing him out loud. "What will my punishment be, Aneue?" Motoko inquired, once she had somewhat composed herself after humbling herself in front of Keitaro.
"Thirty strokes." Tsuruko calmly announced, confusing the heck out of Motoko. She did a whole lot more then that every time she practised. Was this supposed to be some sort of punishment?
"Huh?" emerged from Motoko's mouth, a confused expression on her face.
"Manager-san will spank your bare backside, thirty times." Tsuruko clarified. "As he has given his word that he will assist me in this matter, I also place you in his care until you have assumed your rightful place as Heir to this School. Any future infractions against our Oath, School or Traditions, will be punished as well. As I will not be present to do so, manager-san will be your guardian, judge and the executioner of any punishment you will require from now on." Tsuruko finished, leaving the other two at the table with her in a stunned silence as her words penetrated their astonished minds.
Keitaro was the first to recover.
"Aoyama-san!" he protested, leaping out of his seat. "I can't possibly... You can't possibly... I can't do this!"
Keitaro protesting also got Motoko to recover.
"You can't be serious, Aneue! This pervert will not stop at merely spanking! He will molest me and ravage my innocent young body!" Motoko growled.
"Motoko!" Tsuruko snapped, her eyes blazing with emotions and her voice coloured by outraged fury. "Sit!" she growled, causing Motoko to return to her seat in the blink of an eye, a meek expression on her face. "Manager-han. You promised that you would assist me in this matter." Tsuruko reminded him.
"But... But... But..." Keitaro stuttered.
"You do not strike me as a man that would go back upon his given word." Tsuruko gently informed him.
"But... I... She... But..." he kept on stuttering.
"It is for your own good, as well as hers." Tsuruko informed him. "As far as I can determine, you are most often the target for her foul deeds and violent misbehaviour. As such, you are in a unique position enabling you to catch her in the act, preventing the crime before it happens. You may be able to survive the business end of her sword, but if she gets into the habit of using her blade when it's not called for, she could find herself facing an extensive period of time in jail, if she does the same towards someone who doesn't share your durability. Unless we nip this problem in the bud, Motoko-han could wind up being prosecuted for murder." Tsuruko explained and stood up, walking over towards Keitaro where she kneeled on the floor and know-towed to him.
"Please, manager-san. Do this, not only for me, but for my beloved little sister as well. I would not want her to become a criminal because I failed to bring her up able to tell right from wrong. Please, manager-san." she implored him, her nose touching the floor as she humbled herself before him.
"O... Okay..." Keitaro eventually responded, swallowing nervously. "Please, stand up, Tsuruko-san. I will help you." he promised again.
"Hello, Hinata Sou girl's dormitory. Maehara speaking." Shinobu said, answering the blaring phone as nobody else seemed about to do so.
+Oh, hello. I am Aoyama Tsuruko and I'm calling for my sister's girlfriend, Narusegawa Naru.+ the voice in the other end of the line responded, much to the embarrassment and astonishment of Shinobu.
"G-g-g-g-g-g-girlfriend!" she squeaked.
+Yes, apparently so. May I speak with her, please+ Tsuruko responded.
"N-n-naru-sempai isn't here. She's gone off on a journey of discovery." Shinobu replied.
+Oh, yeah! Silly me! Manager-san did mention something about that, now that I think of it. Oh well, sorry to have disturbed you for nothing, Maehara-san.+ Tsuruko apologized.
"I-i-i-is Urashima-sempai there?" Shinobu asked, before Tsuruko got the chance to hang up.
+Manager-san? Yes, he's here.+ Tsuruko replied.
"H-how is he?" Shinobu asked.
+Oh, what a daring question+ Tsuruko exclaimed in the other end. +Though I haven't had sex with him, so I can't say for sure, he does seems like a durable young fellow with lots of stamina, so he should be all right in the sack.+
Shinobu swallowed nervously and stuttered nonsensical words for nearly a full minute, before she managed to get out a somewhat semi-coherent sentence.
"T-t-t-th-t-that wa-w-wasn't wh-what I m-meant!" Shinobu protested. "I meant if he was feeling better or if he's still depressed?" Shinobu managed to say after having taken a few calming breaths of air.
+Oh! ow Sorry. Heh, heh, heh. ow He does seem ow better, though it's hard to ow tell at the moment.+ Tsuruko replied.
"W-what's that in the background? It sounds like Motoko-sempai." Shinobu asked, wondering about the pained exclamations in the background.
+Oh, manager-san is giving Motoko-han a spanking at the moment. She's been a very naughty girl.+ Tsuruko unconcernedly informed the young girl at the other end of the line, who had to struggle in order to remain conscious after that piece of incredibly shocking information. +That was why I wanted to talk with Narusegawa, to explain the situation so she wouldn't think that her girlfriend was cheating on her with manager-san or something if he starts pulling Motoko over his lap to give her a solid spanking when they get back home.+ she continued and this time Shinobu did faint.
+Maehara-san? Maehara-san? Oh well, she must have hung up.+ Tsuruko's voice floated out over the otherwise silent Hinata Sou living room, before she hung up.
The End! ( For now... )