AConfessions.
A/N: I do not own Love Hina or any of its characters. Only Ken Akamatsu does.
side note hmmm...all I have to say this time is, just keep reading as I feel this story wont be continuing much longer. I mean come on, you can only have so many people confess to Keitaro.
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Someone once said love was easy…Let him burn in the fiery pits of the Netherrealm!
Keitaro had not 1, but about 4 other girls in love with him! And being the mature guy he was, his mind couldn't bring itself to picture THAT. Oh, sure! Some would say he was one lucky bastard. Keitaro didn't see it THAT way, though.
He had just began to enjoy being with Kitsune…and now he all these other women telling him they had the exact same feelings Mitsune had for him! He hoped someone would just give him a break already...
A couple of minutes passed after Motoko's breakdown. Keitaro was resting his head on the arm of the couch while Kitsune surfed through the channels, taking a drink every now and then from her ever-present sake bottle.
He still felt as if he had stepped on an anti-personal mine by what Motoko said out-loud during her daydream. 'S-She wanted me…she wanted me to kiss her, touch her…and even…even do...THAT!?' his mind was still ringing. Back to the real world, Keitaro let out a tired sigh and raised his head from its resting place. He looked at the first woman to confess to him. She looked back at him and blew him a kiss, making him blush.
Mitsune was thinking along similar lines as her companion. Motoko's words to her now-love interest were still sinking in. 'I CAN'T believe she ACTUALLY said all that. I mean…WOW! Alright, I read some of the stories she's written…but damn it! She never went THAT deep into descriptions! That would be all-out hentai…' she giggled a bit at the thought. Keitaro raised an eyebrow at that. She waved him off. 'But then…Motoko-chan actually WANTS Keitaro. Hmmmm…'wonder what he thinks…?'
Kitsune turned to Keitaro and met his gaze. After a moment of silence, they spoke in perfect unison.
"It's about Motoko-chan, right?" They laughed for a moment. They both nodded. Keitaro was the first to speak; with a look of someone who just lost everything and gained it all back in a -10 second span. (A/N hell if I know what that really looks like, so just make your own image I guess)
"Exactly" he began. "And…I was wondering about something" Mitsune opened her left eye half-way and rose an eyebrow.
"About what?" what was this weird feeling she was getting all of a sudden?
"W-Well, ah…y-you see..." Keitaro began to stutter. He swallowed and continued. "Some of the t-things Motoko-chan said…well, it actually got me thinking" his face turned into a frown. "And, well, I was…" he swallowed again "I was wondering i-if y-y-you…" Mitsune's other eye opened half-way. Keitaro took a deep breath and let it out. "I-I want to know if you wanted me THAT way!" he ended up shouting out loud, in fear of chickening out. He shut his eyes tightly and clenched his fists on his knees.
The slight blush he had when Kitsune blew him a kiss was now put into shame: Urashima's face now looked like a radioactive tomato. Mitsune choked on the sake she was drinking. Keitaro soon panicked and started patting her back as she coughed a couple of times.
So THIS is what that feeling was about! Granted, Kitsune had pretty much figured he would be THINKING something along those lines…but not to actually SAY it out loud! She was caught off-guard, alright. She stopped coughing and looked at Keitaro.
"Well, Kei-chan…" he sweat dropped at the name. "I-I can't really tell. I mean, I haven't ACTUALLY thought about it…but after hearing Motoko-chan uttering such things in your face, well…it DID get me worked up a bit." she scratched her left arm with her right hand, and turned her gaze towards the World War II documentary she came upon in the TV.
She ACTUALLY felt embarrassed! And for the life of her, Mitsune couldn't figure out why. This made no sense! She was Mitsune "Kitsune" Konno! She was NOT the one to be embarrassed! She was the party girl who could drink ANYONE under the table, AND beyond!
But now…she was a fox in love. 'Guess I should've seen this comin', huh?' she thought.
Keitaro did his best NOT to look disappointed. He HONESTLY hoped she would think of him THAT kind of way from awhile back. Predictably, he began to think he didn't have what it takes to be a good-enough man.
"I-I see…well I…" he looked away and faked a yawn. "I, ah…I think I'm going to bed now" he looked back at the woman beside him. "Good night…Mi-Mitsu-chan" he stammered, making his companion's eyes open all the way in surprise and joy at his new nickname for her. Keitaro quickly got up and began heading for the stairs.
He didn't get too far, though.
With a small leap, Mitsune came over to him like a hunting fox. She embraced the young man from behind, making damn sure to press her (In Keitaro's honest opinion) beautiful and full cleavage against his back. A trickle of blood oozed out his left nostril. Kitsune leaned in closer. She let out a faked moan.
"Awww, but Kei-chan! You didn't kiss me goodnight!" she purred in his ear and when Keitaro turned his head around to reply, she leaned in and gave him a full-blown, passionate kiss. The young man was just too stunned to reciprocate, so he just closed his eyes and let his companion take the lead.
After a moment, Mitsune broke the kiss and playfully wiped the blood coming out his nose away. "Don't want someone getting suspicious, right?" she said. Keitaro just nodded at the possible meanings of "someone".
Kitsune spoke again, this time seriously.
"Keitaro, I know what you're thinking. And I told you already: your heart is what makes me, as well as the others, love you. 'Kay?" she raised her eyebrows as she looked at him in the eye. He gulped and slowly, hesitantly, nodded. Kitsune then winked at him. "And those glasses of yours actually DO make you look kinda cute. But honestly: you ARE a bit scrawny" they both chuckled. Kitsune released him and he staggered back a bit. She tilted her head to a side.
"Now, 'ya sure you don't want me to cuddle up to you under the covers tonight?" she asked slyly. Keitaro clamped his hand over his nose to stop yet another nosebleed and shook his head furiously. Mitsune chuckled and walked back to the couch. Keitaro then made his way upstairs…still in awe at the kiss he had just received.
He practically leapt over 2 steps at a time as he walked up the stairs. And so distracted was he, that Keitaro didn't see Naru stop right in front of him…and therefore knocking her down.
He, of course, didn't realize this. He stopped and just stared blankly at the ground, not taking notice of just how hostile the situation was growing. Naru had fallen right on her derriere and was shaking her head to clear her vision. She looked up at him with unabashed anger, but it quickly dwindled away when she saw the…"peculiar" look on his face.
"K-Keitaro?" she spoke in the most concerned voice she could muster. The young man just blinked.
"Huh?" was his intelligent reply, since he still was deep in his own little world.
That did it.
Naru's natural attitude took no time to come back. Her anger quickly returned and began to rise like lava within an erupting volcano because of his lack of attention. She picked herself up off the floor, dusted off her skirt and glared at Keitaro…who still had yet to acknowledge her very existence.
Predictably and in true Naru-Fashion, the light brunette began cracking her knuckles, rolls up the sleeve of her usual yellow sweater and locked her sights on her target: Keitaro's head, before going into her normal pre-punch rant.
"You…! Keitaro, you BAKA...! You just knocked me down to take a peek up my skirt, didn't you!? You're going to GET IT!" it was now that Keitaro came out his inner turmoil at that familiar sound, just as Narusegawa drew back her fist. His eyes widened in horror at his impending doom.
And as usual, the poor bastard tried to beg for his live, hoping the berserk girl would spare him this time…to have the same old results.
"N-No, Narusegawa, WAIT! I-It was-!" all his other verbal attempts were silenced by the impact sound of the enraged girl's fist with…the broad side of Motoko's wooden bokken. Of course Keitaro's eyes nearly popped out their sockets at this sight.
Naru's facial features went through a variety of expressions: rage, shock and then excruciating pain, once her nerve endings processed the respective information: soft flesh impacting with solid wood at a 90mph speed.
Narusegawa's eyes began to water up, and she then cried out in agony, drew her hand back and tenderly crawled it against her chest, biting her lip after the initial cry to stop any offending curses or moans and groans of pain, AND to preserve whatever dignity she had left. She then backed a couple of feet away from the couple before her. She looked through bleary, tear-filled eyes at Aoyama, with a single silent question in her look: 'WHY!?'
Motoko's eyes just narrowed ever-so-slightly and she spoke calmly…yet still keeping Naru at sword's range with her bokken.
"Narusegawa-sempai, you are no doubt wondering why I protected Urashima from your punishment. The reason is that I just heard AND saw what just happened here, and I'm certain that this time, Kei-I-I mean Urashima!" she coughed and went on. "I saw that Urashima was not acting in her usual, perverted ways" Keitaro sweat-dropped at this. "So, having predicted that you would try and pummel him into a proverbial bloody pulp, I decided to intervene" she finished, mentally rapping herself over the head with her own bokken for nearly calling the young man next to her by his name.
Despite having Naru hear Motoko's impromptu confession to Keitaro a few minutes earlier.
"B-But…He's PERVERT! And you KNOW it, Motoko-chan!" the wounded brunette yelled, rubbing her now very red knuckles. Her fellow Pervert-Basher just closed her eyes and spoke in her usual, stoic voice, despite her raging inner turmoil. "Yes, I do. I have regarded Urashima as a common lecher in numerous occasions. But this time, he was not being perverted anyhow."
"B-But then…but you SAW what happened! You said so yourself, Motoko-chan! You SHOULD have seen HIM looking down at me with those blank eyes of his!" Naru snarled. This was outrageous! Now grasping at loose branches, Naru was trying her best to not look like a spoiled brat, and make sure Keitaro paid for ignoring HER, while she was TRYING to care about him!
Motoko's eyes opened, and Narusegawa nearly flinched at the cold, steely look in her olive-green eyes.
"Yes, Narusegawa-sempai. I DID see such a look on Urashima's face. But I DID also notice that said look was already there BEFORE he even bumped into you. So, as you can see, Urashima is not, in any way, at the wrong end of this matter. And if you attempt to attack him with me present…I SHALL be the one you'll have to answer to…" Naru couldn't hear anymore. Those last words kept repeating over and over in her mind.
Her long-time friend and fellow Pervert-Basher had just turned against her.
"Ummm…Mo-Motoko-chan?" Keitaro shyly asked. Granted, the swordswoman had just spared him an unwanted trip to the outskirts of town. But still…he still felt wary around her after…after that.
"Yes, Urashima-sempai?" her cool olive-green eyes did not reveal any emotion what so ever, yet Keitaro could clearly see the battling emotions within their depths. This was indeed touching, but he was still unsure on how to take it from here.
"Thanks, Motoko-chan" was his only reply. Aoyama's pale cheeks took a slight hint of pink. She gave him a formal bow, and while glaring at Naru, sheathed her bokken in the sash of her red hakama. She then made her way back to her room…giving Keitaro a small, almost shy smile before turning at a corner at the end of the hallway.
Keitaro was stunned, alright.
No matter HOW many times had he believed he was wrong in this matters, Aoyama had never, EVER stood by his side and defended him. Also, she had NEVER given him such a smile. Keitaro was just stunned.
Some feet in front of him, Naru was still rubbing her bruised and now swelling knuckles, staring at Keitaro with an immensely hate-filled gaze. He had turned ANOTHER of her friends against her!
'This…this is the second friend he has taken from me! First goes KItsune, and now Motoko-can! How DARE HE!? He just stands there, with a freaking SMUG look! He's…he's laughing at ME! Oh, he WILL pay…he WILL PAY FOR THIS!'
Contrary to Narusegawa's thoughts, Keitaro did NOT have a "smug" look on this face. It was one of shock and awe. The enraged brunette began walking backwards like a wounded animal with its tail between its legs, glaring daggers at Keitaro, and fearing that Motoko might still be watching from the shadows. Just as she reached the stairs to the next floor where her room was, she saw Keitaro shake his head and start walking to his own room. Before he could open his door…
"Keitaro!" Naru called him.
Urashima gulped and stood there for a second, not really wanting to look at his once Promised Girl.
Yet, he decided it would be HEALTHIER for him if he just got this over with. He slowly, carefully turned to face her…and he nearly wet himself at the near-demonic look on Naru's face. "Y-Yeah…!?" he squeaked.
Narusegawa's reddish-brown eyes narrowed before she spoke in a quiet enough voice, so only HIM heard her. "Understand this, Keitaro! I suggest you watch…your…back. This…is NOT over!" she hissed, before disappearing upstairs.
Keitaro gulped audibly before walking into his own room, nearly collapsing the second he shut the door close. He was feeling extremely apprehensive, alright. He looked up at the covered hole in the ceiling, wondering IF he would live past tonight.
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The next morning…
Keitaro did NOT have a goodnight's sleep.
Naru's threat kept repeating itself over and over in his head, and EVERY single time he closed both his eyes, he would see Narusegawa sneak into his room with different accessories: a roll of barbed wire, an axe, a butcher knife, a blowtorch, a .354 Magnum Desert Eagle, an M60E4 heavy machine-gun, a syringe with Arsenic, a pair of cement shoes, a huge, mutant, evil-possessed sword with a huge eye in the middle of the blade…and the list went on.
In fact, he didn't even HAVE to close his eyes to have those nightmares.
He languidly reached his hand out and turned off his alarm clock. He staggered up to his feet from the futon and all-but dragged himself out his room and he then headed to his personal outdoor bath. He began filling his tub with very warm water and began preparing for his morning bath. His tub was full, his body and hair washed, and with a sigh, he let himself sink into his small barrel.
He lay back, enjoying the feeling of the water making his over-tense muscles relax, until the sound of female voices caught his attention. It was coming from the main outdoor hot springs, were the girls were taking their morning bath.
Keitaro's balcony that housed his barrel had a…small view of the back portion of the Women's Bath…as he found out shortly after he moved in.
He lost quite enough blood that day…
He heard Motoko's, Shinobu's and Mitsune's voices. Apparently, Narusegawa thought it best to not join the other girls. Kaolla was probably still asleep in her room…or getting ready yet ANOTHER invention to try out on Keitaro. Haruka had yet to arrive. She always joined the girls in their baths. He heard the mention of his name, and guess what: he decided to lean out a bit and eavesdrop.
"Y-You mean Narusegawa-sempai tried to lie and blame her mess on Sempai…?" No doubt. That was Shinobu.
"Yes, Shinobu-chan. I'm afraid it is true. Narusegawa-sempai indeed tried to take out her frustrations on Urashima-sempai, only because he knocked her down by accident. I was witness to the whole affair, and her reaction was just inexcusable. This time, I AM sure Urashima-sempai didn't do anything perverted…" he was still shocked to hear Motoko defend him. She stopped for a moment. "And I began to wonder…perhaps, all this time…perhaps K-Keitaro-sempai was not at fault in all the times we…I called him a pervert and stroke him with my sword…"
"Ohhhh...I dunno know Motoko-chan. I can believe you on this one. The way you put it, Kei-chan was definitely innocent" Keitaro blushed at the way Mitsune called him. "But, well…let's BE honest here girls" Kitsune chuckled. "He HAS wound up in some pretty funny situations! And I AM sure he DID peek on us a few times on purpose. C'mon, face it ladies! We ARE hot!" Keitaro face-faulted.
And this meant he fell off his tub, over the rail and right down to the springs, RIGHT in the middle of the trio of women, earning a surprised scream from the occupants.
Keitaro squirmed a bit under the water and when he finally came up, he greedily breathed in air and shook the water off his head. His eyes then shot wide open and the water around him became tainted with the stream of blood oozing out his nose.
He could see EVERYTHING; Kitsune was proudly standing in the middle of the group, covered only by air, with her hands on her hips. Shinobu was also standing up with the water reaching her waist, while Motoko was sitting at the edge of the pool, with her towel resting in her lap.
Keitaro could feel 3 pairs of eyes staring at him…while he practically ogled and registered EVERY single detail of his tenants' physical features.
'Whoa! Shinobu-chan has definitely grown up! She's filled up really, really nice! She's nearly a C-cup…impressive. Motoko-chan…my, she's just lovely! Her breasts are just a bit bigger than Shinobu-chan's…but they're quite beautiful nonetheless. Wow, her training has definitely toned her body! She would kick-ass in a Fitness Contest! And…oh…my…GOD! M-Mitsu-chan…she's…she's just beautiful! Yeah, NO doubt! She's a nearly an E-cup! And I just KNEW she was a natural blonde! My…she's nearly shinning…!'
Shinobu was the first girl to come out of her shock.
She also realized something rather important: her fantasies of Sempai staring and analyzing her young, blooming body were at long last, becoming true! But damn, was she embarrassed! She was also sure the blush on her face had now spread to the rest of her body.
Yet she made no move to cover herself, still feigning shock. (A/N clever girl, don't you agree..?)
Kitsune soon followed Shinobu's lead, and made a simple decision: 'He wants to look? Alright, boy! You're gonna nosebleed EVERY time you remember this, Kei-chan!' she smirked that foxy grin of hers and giggled…which caused her breasts to move in a most "enticing" jiggle.
Motoko was, however, the last girl to recover from her own shock.
Her most primal reaction, born out of habit, was to take out her bokken or (in case she had it) her very real katana and use one of her Family's Secret Techniques on him. She stopped, though.
She first realized her wooden sword wasn't at her side. And second, a sudden thought hit her…'S-So…Keitaro-sempai…w-wants to s-s-see me in my, uhmm…"natural" state? Very…very well. I am NOT the one to…deny him that' she couldn't help but feel slightly naughty at her own thoughts…besides...'This can also give me some…"material" for my stories…'
Aoyama didn't move an inch from her sitting position.
Blood kept leaking from Keitaro's nose as his eyes feasted upon the display of naked female flesh. Did Naru actually kill him last night and so he went up to Heaven…? The girls were doing next to nothing to try and cover themselves or, in Motoko's case, "punch him into next week".
'God, I've GOT to be dead…if not…well, I'll just die happy!' was his last thought before the blood loss hit him, his body went limp and he began sinking deep into the warm water…
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Lunch time…
Keitaro opened his eyes and found himself lying on his futon, in his room. He also realized he was dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans with a brown belt. A question mark appeared over his head. 'What the Hell…? Wasn't I just…?' some blood began to ooze from his nose again. He quickly clamped his hand over his nose to stop the bleeding.
Oh, and his eyes nearly bulged out their sockets, too when his mind came back to work and processed the information prior to his black out. Keitaro began checking if his body was still in one piece…err…yes, everything was were it was supposed to be.
Now…WHY was he still alive? Alright…he fell into the girls' bath, he did some "Anatomy studies on the Female Body"…and he then passed out. And…wait! 'Did the girls…did they ACTUALLY CARRY ME HERE!?' his mind cried out.
Just WHAT the Hell was going here?
Keitaro's stomach reminded him of something: he hadn't had breakfast that morning. He checked his alarm clock and realized it was indeed lunch time. Whoa, he had been K.O the whole morning? His stomach grumbled again.
'A-Alright…just go down to eat with the others! E-Everything will be Ok! D-Don't worry…just TRY to make the best out of the situation…err…Just get your ass out of here, you moron!' His own mind berated him.
Keitaro stood up and made his way out his room and down the hallway to the stairs, wary of his every step. He went downstairs and entered the dinning room…and there they were. Mitsune, Shinobu, Motoko and Su, sitting at the table, chatting like always.
Keitaro swallowed hard. "G-Good evening, girls!" he weakly greeted his tenants.
He was damn surprised to see them all smiling at him, with small blushes on their faces as well… He adjusted his glasses and blinked. WHAT was going on here? He had just literally ogled them in the hot springs and they're…all friendly now?
'Err…well, I better not push my luck here…' he thought. He walked over to the table and sat down next to Kitsune, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Hey there, Kei-chan! How was yer nap, hon'?" she asked. Keitaro blushed and stammered something unintelligible. His stomach growled again. Shinobu spoke up.
"Oh, Sempai! I'm glad you're here. You must be awfully hungry! You missed breakfast this morning, after all" she blushed bright red when she finished, yet she gave him a cheerful smile, remembering the reason for her Sempai's small "nap".
"Eh-heh… yeah…I-I am hungry, Shinobu-chan" he replied, rubbing the back of his head and laughing nervously. Mitsune chuckled slightly.
"Hey, Kei-chan! Y'know? I think I saw Naru-chan sneaking around your room this morning, while ya was sleepin'!" Keitaro paled and visibly shuddered. "I could swear she had this…mmmm…howdaya call it? A "Rattle snake" in a plastic bag…" she said tapping her finger on her chin, oblivious to Keitaro's shaking frame.
A Rattle Snake? How didn't HE think about it when he pictured Naru's ways to punish him the night before? Kitsune then began laughing as she saw him start to sweat. She OBVIOUSLY didn't know nothing of Narusegawa's threat…Motoko coughed into her fist to get their attention.
"Kitsune-san, please" she scowled at the fox-woman. "Keitaro-sempai has had enough of a..." she thought for a moment. "Shock to his system for the day…" Everyone gasped at her unexpected words. Except for Kaolla, who just looked around curiosly.
Keitaro was surprised by her blatant mention of his ACCIDENT earlier, alright! Kitsune just waved her words off, patting his back.
"Ok, Ok! I'll be a good girl!" she then leaned towards Keitaro's ear. "But if Kei-chan wants to "punish" me…well, in that case…" she purred huskily and nibbled a bit on his earlobe. Keitaro nose-bled again. Motoko slapped her forehead at that. She just KNEW Kitsune would say something like that…
"Kitsune-san, please!" she asked, near exasperated. Mitsune laughed, leaving Keitaro's head emitting steam. His brain was almost fried…Maehara came out the kitchen.
"Lunch is ready if everyone else is" she then turned doubtful. "Shouldn't we wait for Narusegawa-sempai, though?"Keitaro stiffened again at her name. He looked so adorable like that, Shinobu couldn't help but giggle.
"Nooo...you can't wait! Kaolla's SO hungry!" the MolMolian Princess whined, finally speaking up after watching the display of obvious double meanings between her favorite test subject and her fellow roommates.
"Ok then! Everyone…dig in!" Shinobu suggested, and they started eating gladly. Specially Kaolla.
After lunch was served and eaten, all the privileged of tasting Shinobu's cooking were sitting back in content. As usual, Maehara had already started to clean the dishes. But Keitaro, being the nice guy he is, offered to help her…trying to take a break from the embarrassing situation he found himself in earlier that morning.
"N-No! It's Ok Sempai, really! You don't have to help, I can manage…" Alright, Shinobu was being humble…but the mental, chibi version of herself was jumping up and down in joy, hoping to have Keitaro near her again. The young man shook his head.
"Now, now Shinobu-chan. I can't just sit by and let you do all the work around here. I mean, I AM the manager of the place, after all!" he replied, giving the younger bluenette one of his dazzling smiles.
At that moment, Haruka walked in, not bothering to announce her arrival.
She had a surprise for her favorite nephew: just behind her was Mutsumi, holding one of her trademark watermelons. (She had found one late last night after the Urashima woman had gone to bed) The Okinawan was just smiling her usual, airy smile as she walked in, wondering what was going to happen next, knowing that Haruka's nephew was having such an interesting time.
Haruka walked into the dinning room and everyone waved to her to greet her. Once Otohime stepped in after Haruka, though they all jumped from their seats to greet the anemic but friendly woman.
"Hey! Whaddaya know? It's Turtle Lady!" Mitsune exclaimed cheerfully.
"Yay! Mutsumi-neechan's back! Now she can teach me how to properly cook Tama-chan!" Su was running around, just from person to person before finally landing in front of the woman in question.
"Ara ara, Kaolla-chan! Tama-chan is not food!" Mutsumi reminded the foreign girl. Su pouted. Motoko greeted the older girl with a formal bow and a polite smile.
"Hello Mutsumi-san. How was your trip?" Otohime smiled at them all.
"It's so good to see all of you! I'm glad to tell you my okaa-chan is doing well. The doctors say that she will be making a full recovery. The family is in high spirits, and the trip was quite wonderful, considering the circumstances" Mutsumi's smile never faltered. Shinobu poked her head out the kitchen door and spotted the anemic woman. She smiled brightly.
"Mutsumi-sempai! It's good to see you again! Are you hungry? I could fix you something if you wanted…" Maehara asked in quick succession.
"That's Ok Shinobu-chan. I ate at Haruka's before I came here" she said. Her closed eyes opened half-way when the bluenette stepped out the kitchen. "Ara ara! How have you grown since I've been away! I'd say you're turning into the most beautiful young woman here!" Shinobu blushed brightly at the compliment, and slowly turned her eyes towards Keitaro, who just came out of the kitchen. His face brightened with a huge smile.
"hey Mutsumi-chan! Glad to see you're back!" he came over to his childhood friend, and almost female "version" of himself.
Otohime and Haruka shared a look. It was time to put the plan into action.
Mutsumi flung herself unceremoniously onto Keitaro, wrapping her arms around his neck, making them both fall to the floor.
And Mutsumi made sure to press her very voluptuous features onto his T-shirt-clad chest, while she practically smothered his face with kisses, finishing the pleasant shower of affection with a full kiss on his lips. She then stopped and looked at him with both her chocolate-brown eyes fully open and stared into his own eyes.
She then dropped the real bomb.
"Hi Kei-Kun! I'm so glad you're here! There is something I've been meaning to tell you! I love you Kei-kun!" The youngest Urashima had had enough.
He promptly fainted right on the spot, with a shit-eating/stupid/perverted grin plastered on his face.
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A/N yes..another chapter up and running, boy this chapter was so much fun to write, because I felt that this story needed some humor to it and I do hope that you guys also found it quite funny and intriguing at the sametime. as always I want to thank you the readers of this story and to my awesome Beta reader Major Mike Powell III for helping me make this story as good as it is. so please don't forget to review and let me know how it was.