Chapter 3
Homeward Bound
"How do you think the shall react?"
"To be honest, ma'am, at this point no one can really be sure of any of their reactions."
"I see. Is there anything else we should know before we go in?
"Just no big surprises. They've been through a lot."
"Alright, thank you, doctor."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Hey, Motoko-chan." Keitaro said as he flipped through the channels of their room's TV.
"Yes, anata?" Motoko replied, half of her focus on the cat's cradle she was trying to turn into Jacob's Ladder.
"Pick a show. I have no idea what to watch." Keitaro finished, tossing the remote nonchalantly towards Motoko's direction.
Motoko didn't even look up from her yarn work but caught the remote using her cradle like a net. She proceeded to unlace one of her hands from her string and surfed through the channels.
Keitaro sometimes wondered how Motoko seemed to be ultra sensitive to her surroundings. When she first started to react to the slightest sounds, and the way she could read the way he spoke, it made him curious. It didn't surprise him. Somehow, he seemed to expect Motoko to be that way.
"Here's one." Motoko said, laying down the remote on the table next to her bed and resting her head on her palms.
Them movie looked interesting enough, Motoko thought. These Akira Kurosawa films seemed to hold her attention, oddly enough.
"Well, some things do not seem to be changed, no matter the situation." An amused voice called from behind them.
A tall, beautiful woman gracefully entered the room, smiling benevolently at the bedridden couple. On her shoulder, a brightly colored bird chirped, looking from one side of the room to the other.
"Umm, hello? Who are you?" Keitaro asked carefully, knowing that in his state, he had to be careful about what he said. The only people he knew well enough to speak confidently were Motoko and Doctor Watanabe, and some of the nurses. He didn't want to hurt what may be someone who was close to him with a careless phrase. Even as an amnesia-ridden idiot he was still a considerate idiot.
"My my, brother-in-law. It seems that Watanabe-sensei was indeed correct in his diagnosis of your mental states, Keitaro-kun." Tsuroko genially replied, taking a seat next to her sister.
"Err, well..." Keitaro stuttered, really at a loss for words.
Tsuroko only smiled before turning her attention to her sister, who had been giving her glances ever since she entered the room.
"Motoko-chan." she said simply as Tsuroko lay her sword to rest beside her.
"I take it you are my oneesan?" Motoko said carefully, with the same trepidation as Keitaro. Not remembering anything could be such a pain sometimes.
Up until that moment, Tsuroko had taken everything that had happened in stride. After all, she was her sister. It was only now that the seriousness of the situation hit her full force.
"Yes, yes. I am your elder sister, Tsuroko, Motoko-chan." she said stroking Motoko's soft raven hair. Motoko smiled gently. Maybe things would work out.
"Oh, that's nice. What brings you here, Tsuroko-san?" Keitaro asked. He was happy for his wife. At least one of them had a link to their memories.
"Ah, of course, little brother. I've come to take you and Motoko-chan home." Tsuroko cheerfully replied. She was relieved at the sight of the newlyweds happy expressions. Her plan was working perfectly...
TBC
Authors Notes:
Oh my! Tsuroko reached them first? What will happen now? How will this affect their relationship? What about the newlyweds? What about the Hina girls? Why do fanfiction writers tend to confuse the word your as in ownership with the contraction you're as in you are? Why am I writing like this? Why is this chapter so short?. Sorry for the wait. I had a huge, boring chapter that just dragged on before I realized I could just shorten it to this size. Anyway, I promise a much more substantial chapter next update, so please don't give up on me. The plot will thicken later on. Oh well, till next time, keep reviewing, true believers
EXCELSIOR!
Lex