Confessions
A/N I do not own Love Hina or its characters. Ken Akamatsu does. Lucky dude!
side note hey my fellow readers. sorry its been awhile since I updated this story. got a little bit of writers block and then I started on a couple of other stories on top of that. plus work has been tough recently so that has taken its toll on me as well.
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5 to 10 minutes later – give or take – Keitaro managed to wake up from his pleasure-induced nap. He groaned a bit as he opened his eyes and then blinked a couple of times. Once it wasn't so hazy he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He looked around when he heard his name being called.
"Kei-kun. Kei-kun? Are you alright?" Soft as velvet and flowing as water. He knew that voice. Also…that scent of a mature woman.
Keitaro remained unresponsive. He was sitting up in a couch in the inn's living room. Mutsumi was sitting right by his side, with Kitsune, Motoko, Shinobu and Kaolla standing or sitting around him. Mitsune leaned over the edge of the couch and waved a hand in front of her boyfriend's face.
Nope. No response. Again.
"Err...y'know? I think ya broke'im, Turtle Lady" she commented. Mutsumi giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Ara ara! You think so?" the lucid brunette asked innocently. Kitsune removed her waving hand and sighed dramatically.
"Yep. He's broken. Damn! This is no good! I SO wanted to play with'im tonight!" she purred and then pouted, lazily running her hand over Keitaro's cheek. Young Shinobu blushed.
"P-Play with S-Sempai…to-tonight?! A-Auuuuuuuuuu!" she whined. Motoko slapped a hand over her quickly-becoming flushed face. Damn Kitsune and her comments!
"Kitsune-san! Please!" she scolded her, scandalized. The older woman just waved her off and continued to stroke Keitaro's cheek. Shinobu's face was slowly gaining back its normal colour, considering what happened earlier that day…back at the hot springs…
"Ara ara! If you want to play with Kei-kun, could I join in?" Mutsumi asked with her usual, airy smile.
Alright. THAT shut everyone up and made them gawk at her. Well, except for Kaolla, who was hanging upside-down from an overhead fan-light up in the ceiling with her usual, curious expression.
Damn. Mutsumi was known for her -seemingly endless- stupidity. However, that did NOT mean she was as dumb as she looked. And well, she DID have a tendency to give chaste kisses to strangers; either men OR women. And the smile she had on now…it made Mitsune's right eye open half-way.
"My, my Mutsumi-chan…'didn't know you had it in ya! Maybe…I wouldn't mind if ya played with us, actually…" Ok, so this was now a teasing contest…Shinobu was swirly-eyed and Motoko's face was burning. Kaolla was just clueless.
"Hey! Then, can Kaolla join in, too?! Let's play with Kei-taro! Let's play!" she swung down from her perch and began jumping around.
Everyone, except for a catatonic Keitaro, sweat-dropped.
So clueless…
Haruka, meanwhile, was just standing a bit further back, calmly having a cigarette. Despite her usual, stoic face…she couldn't help but take Kitsune's AND Mutsumi's words seriously…
'I remember I DID experiment a little bit back at college…I could teach them all a lesson or two…'
Hey! A woman has needs, damn it!
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Now. All in all, Keitaro was one very happy, if somewhat confused bastard.
Seriously! He just COULDN'T figure out WHY, of ALL God Almighty's creations, did all these lovely women fall in love with him. He knew all-too well from past experiences in his life, that EVERY single time he showed ANY sort of interest in a woman, he had been nothing less than laughing stock. He had always been mocked because of his fixation on meeting with his Promised Girl when he entered Tokyo-U, and this had taught him quite a few lessons through all those years of futile searching.
But ever since he came to this All-Girls dormitory…all he ever found was even more rejection in a variety of ways. The whole ordeal with Narusegawa…ever since they had MET, she had blatantly rejected whatever affection he showered upon her, and just pushed him away.
Well, punched away, actually. Anyway. He WAS shocked when Kitsune took a step forward and showered HIM with affection.
And he was sure, no matter what, that it was a damn good feeling. And now…it seemed that some of the other girls were…well, "following" Mitsune's "example" or something like that.
It felt good, really. But it was also pretty confusing…
'M-Motoko-chan, for example! Why…? Why is she, all of a sudden, day-dreaming about me?! I…I have absolutely NOTHING to offer her!
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Well, except for a training dummy'
'Shinobu-chan? Err…Damn it, NO! That's…that's just WRONG, man! It's wrong to even THINK about that…c'mon! She's just…just TOO young…! Alright, so she DOES have a nice rack…'
'Now…Mutsumi-chan. Damn it…I think I may have been hurting her…for so long…I've always known there IS something about her…I just KNOW! She's special to me…There's this sort of…perfect chemistry and, sort of…a connection between us. It's something special…damn it!
I wouldn't have hurt her if…if I hadn't been so obsessed with Narusegawa…'
And the pain that came along with that final thought was shown on his face.
While he was in a catatonic state, deep in his own thoughts, the girls around where chatting happily; Kitsune was sprouting teasing comments at Mutsumi, while Motoko kept scolding her. Shinobu was swirly-eyed and Kaolla was playing with her, grabbing her arms and spinning around happily while the older women kept teasing and scolding each other. Haruka just remained silent, amusing herself with the girls' antics.
However, all chatting and movement stopped when a sudden, painful expression appeared on Keitaro's face. Kaolla slowed down from her spinning and seemed unaffected at all. Shinobu was still swirly-eyed, though. Kitsune's eyes opened half-way and she leaned over her boyfriend,
"Kei-chan? Honey, 'you awright?" she asked in a comforting, warm tone.
That simple little question was the trigger to a completely unexpected, shocking reaction to be ever witnessed in the Hinata Inn.
The second Keitaro's wide-open, unfocused eyes locked with Mitsune's foxy, half-open, dark-blue eyes…he couldn't hold it in any longer. Keitaro wrapped his arms around Kitsune's waist and buried his face in her bosom…and he then wept.
All the pain he had endured throughout his life…all the rejection, the mocking for pursuing his dreams…the Hell on Earth he had gone through up to the sweet, sweet moment when the woman he was currently holding like he would his own sanity, had taken him in loving arms…all of it came crashing down on his conscience.
"WHY?! Why…?!" he cried. All of the girls, INCLUDING Haruka stared in shock at the weeping young man. Mitsune was the first to react, wrapping her arms around Keitaro and holding his head against her chest. "Why NOW do I…why is it that just NOW someone loves me?! Why just NOW…?" he whimpered. Kitsune's eyes opened all the way and a she did feel some tears slide down from her eyes. She closed them tightly and hugged her distraught boyfriend tightly.
"It's Ok, Kei-chan! It's Ok, hun'. I'm here with ya…" she cooed to him.
Mutsumi's usually happy, partly-closed eyes were wide open; her warm, chocolate-brown orbs moist with tears of her own and both hands clasped over her mouth in both shock and shameful realization. She quickly pulled herself back together and lunged forward, embracing Keitaro from the side.
"Kei-kun, I'm sorry…I'm so, so sorry…please forgive me…" she sobbed, nuzzling Keitaro's hair while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and waist.
Motoko was stunned. Her olive-green eyes were already shedding tears and her left hand was clutching her own chest. She didn't hesitate to drop her sword, which was in her right hand. Not a second after the weapon had unceremoniously touched the floor, the kendoist's arms were wrapped tightly around Keitaro's waist as she hugged him from behind, sobbing.
"My God, Keitaro-sempai! I'm SO sorry! This pain…I can feel it, sempai! I can feel your pain…for I was the one who helped to cause it…p-please! Forgive me!" she cried into his back.
Shinobu didn't need any words to say. Following Aoyama's outburst, the petite girl just sobbed as she clutched onto Keitaro's free side, as Mutsumi occupied the other, and she just limited herself to speak whatever comforting words she could in her Sempai's ears.
"Please, S-Sempai! You're not alone! Not anymore! Please, Sempai…don't cry, please! We all love you!" she cried along him. In no time at all, Kaolla had followed her crying best friend and, shedding tears of her own as well, jumped right onto the remainder of Keitaro's free, unoccupied side.
'Sorry kid, but I don't belong in there. But I love you too, Kei…' Haruka thought mournfully and and closed her eyes. She let out a puff of smoke and then slinked out of the room.
With a heavy sigh, the oldest Urashima sibling leaned back against a wall and let a few, silent tears slip past her eyelids.
And it was just NOW that Narusegawa decided to make her appearance. And she almost tripped over her own feet when she came into the living room.
Why…the HELL was that PERVERT enveloped in a group hug?! What in the blazing HELL was going on?!
"Hey! What the Hell?! What's up with the pervert?" No-one turned their heads her way. Ok, she might try again…why was Keitaro crying, though…? "Hey! Hel-lo, people! Whats-?" she was cut off.
"We heard you, damn it!" Kitsune hissed.
Ok, Naru was taken aback at that reply. Good God, the way the older girl was looking at her…those blood-shot, blue eyes were 3/4 closed and…were her canines turning into fangs?! That murderous expression changed, though. A heart-breaking whimper coming from Keitaro made her turn her head back to him and her features softened completely.
"It hurts, Kitsu-chan…it hurts…! So bad…" Mitsune returned her attentions to her boyfriend. All of the girls embracing him were starting to become a bit desperate. It was like…like Keitaro's pain was endless…
"Kei-chan, please, honey…Calm down a bit…please!" she cooed, rubbing his hair. Motoko began rubbing his back up and down.
"Keitaro-Sempai, please…we are all here for you…no more pain will come your way. You…you have my word, please Sempai…don't cry…" she felt his back muscles relax under her gentle, inexperienced ministrations. Mutsumi was caressing his arm and side, clasping his hand with her own and lacing their fingers together.
"Kei-kun…please, don't cry…please! I-WE can't stand to see you in pain…we ALL love you, Kei-kun! Please…relax" she leaned down and whispered the words in his ear. Shinobu, meanwhile, stroked his other arm
"S-Sempai, please! We're all here for you…please, calm down, Sempai…" she begged. Kaolla nodded furiously.
"Don't cry, Kei-Taro! Seeing onii-chan crying makes Kaolla sad!" she said.
Naru was flabbergasted. Just WHAT had gotten into ALL of them?! What was going on in this place?! The girls were…they were sharing Keitaro's pain. They were sharing his burden…
And SHE was to blame for this.
Her face grew pale and her eyes widened in horrible realization. She promptly took a page out of Keitaro's book: she ran. She closed her eyes tightly and ran back to her room.
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The following week had been a very tense affair in the Hinata Inn.
Eventually, Keitaro's tears had stopped…as well as the girls'. He had slowly extricated himself from their loving embrace and with a quiet "I'm sorry", he had simply ran away and locked himself up in his room.
He didn't let absolutely anyone in.
Kitsune tried to talk him out of his room a couple of times, but he would just ask her to leave him alone. He kept saying he had to sort some things out for himself.
This hurt her, but she knew it wasn't Keitaro's fault; it was theirs. All the pain and suffering he had endured up to this moment…probably the worst and biggest part was their doing and no-one else's. She couldn't stay mad at him.
Motoko, meanwhile, had taken this turn of events hard enough as well; this was her fault. Her and…and someone else's fault.
The youngest Aoyama had always believed she had made use of her noble sword as an instrument of justice. Only now she realized just HOW much tainted her sword, as well as whatever shred of Honour she had left were; She had unjustifiably unleashed her Family's Art upon a defenceless, and even more so harmless person. Not a male. Not some man…she had unleashed the Shinmei Ryuu's style upon another, innocent human being; a humble, noble, caring, sweet human being…
She had come a long way towards understanding her own concept of "Honour" as well as understanding of her heart's desires, which she had been foolish enough to try and vanquish. But now, she had come too far to step back and deny that her heart now belonged to Keitaro.
That perverted, stupid, nerdy, clumsy male…
'I'm so sorry…Keitaro-sempai…aneue, I'm so terribly sorry…' NOW Motoko understood why her precious, strong older sister, Tsuruko had taken the path she had chosen all those years ago. She now understood what it meant to fall in love.
Anyway. Just like he had done, she secluded herself in her room, silently meditating for full hours, coming to terms with herself, as well as thinking of a good way to finally make amends to Keitaro for all the pain she had enforced upon him.
As well as writing down in her sketchbook whatever good…naughty ideas she happened to cross her mind.
Shinobu wasn't being her normal self.
She did leave her Sempai's favourite foods on a tray in front of his door every day, as well as whoever didn't come down for the normal meal times. However, her attitude was now anywhere BUT near her usual, cheerful and sometimes shy personality.
Whenever she wasn't busy doing one chore or another, she always found solace in her friend Kaolla's accepting, comforting arms. The MolMolian Princess would always be there to receive her best of friends with loving arms.
The foreigner girl knew Keitaro was hurting. And he was hurting bad. The best she could do now was hope she didn't loose her "older brother" and favourite playmate. The first couple of nights of the week Su had slept alone in her jungle-room, but nightmares wouldn't leave her sleep well. So, Shinobu had become her new partner as well as bed-mate.
The petite bluenette was able to chase away her tanned-skinned friend's nightmares.
Keitaro's Aunt, meanwhile, ran her business as usual…however, her staff at the café AND the most regular costumers sure noticed something was terribly off about her.
She had been quite disturbed after witnessing her beloved nephew have that breakdown…she was hurting, too. She was hurting…because of the guilty feeling in her gut for just standing back when she knew damn well Keitaro was going through Hell itself up at the Inn, day in and day out…
Now, all this showed on the way she treated both her staff AND costumers. The Urashima woman would suddenly snap at one of her employees for so much as spilling a drink or for not washing the dishes correctly, etc. Just the other day she had scared the soul out of a young blonde that worked at the Tea Shop as a part-time job, named Tsukino Usagi, when she had accidentally slipped on a wet spot on the ground and she dropped the tray she was carrying.
An empty tray, actually.
The poor blonde looked like she had seen a ghost. The next day Usagi's girlfriend, a maiden of a nearby Shinto Shrine named Hino Rei had come over the next day and, while struggling against the desire to punch Haruka's lights out (which was impossible due to unimportant reasons) demanded an apology.
Everything worked out fine in the end, and the older woman made up to Usagi by giving her a raise of her salary.
Anyway, Haruka was, in other words, quite Grumpy, to say the least.
Now, Mutsumi was having a pretty hard time as well. With Haruka's help, the anaemic girl had managed to get herself a room in the Hinata Inn. She didn't take too long to get comfortable.
However, her thoughts and feelings were all but focused on her accommodation. She was overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow. She knew Keitaro's current condition was…was not Naru-san's or Motoko-san's fault.
She was the only one to blame. Her Kei-kun was suffering terribly…this was her fault…even if Narusegawa AND Aoyama managed to make things worse…
The fragile Okinawan woman never liked to cry in front of others, so that's why she had been crying herself to sleep for enough nights now…
Mitsune had also taken this real bad. Keitaro WAS her boyfriend, and he wouldn't even let her in his room…she wanted to comfort him. To show him that his pain was finally over…and she was now hurting. However, she DID believe that Keitaro needed some time alone with himself. So, she just waited in her own room, downing glass after glass of sake…
At first, Narusegawa DID feel a fair share of what everyone else seemed to feel back then, during Keitaro's breakdown.
She had, just like him, secluded herself in her own room, "studying". This didn't last long, as her own, twisted little mind did a complete 180; she promptly began to toss ALL of the problems in the Inn at him like she had always done when things didn't go her way.
She had even had the guts the try and enter his room from above, using the hole "connecting" their rooms. She shocked and suprised when she found the hole was covered by solid, hard wood.
How DARE he?!
She had walked downstairs to his door and began to bang on it several times and bark at him whatever threats she could come up with in her rage. Needless to say, these threats fell on deaf ears.
Except for Kitsune's, who literally ran out of her room and slapped Naru across the face, sending her tumbling to the ground.
"Kid, a cornered fox is more dangerous than a jackal. And when ya screw with a fox'…she can prove to be more dangerous than a wolf. If you EVER dare to bother Kei-chan again…well lets just say that you won't have to worry about much if you do..." God, not again! Naru could SWEAR Mitsune's canines were becoming fangs while she spoke in that disturbing, dangerously low hiss…She promptly ran away to hide in her room, only coming out to the bathroom and to eat.
Finally, the exhausting week came to an end on Sunday, and Keitaro finally came out of his room with a blank expression on his face. He thought it was about time to return with the living…he'd need to talk to the girls…and put in action a little something he put together during his "exile".
AND he was quite hungry right now, actually.
Anyway. He made his way to the living room…though quite hesitantly, not quite ready yet to face all of them if that was the case. He sucked up his fear, though. He walked in and saw Shinobu just walking out the kitchen. She quickly spotted him and her deep, blue eyes shot wide open.
"S-SEMPAI!" she squealed and ran over to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him and burying her face in his shirt. Keitaro quickly reciprocated the hug and softly stroked her smooth, silky blue hair and rubbed her back until she spoke, reluctantly pulling back from the embrace. Her cheeks were a light hue of red.
"Sempai! I-I was so…so worried about you! I-No, I mean everyone! Everyone's been so-"he cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. He gave her a gentle smile and removed his index finger back.
"Shinobu-chan, I'm fine. Really, I am. We can talk about that later. Now I'm just a bit-"now HE was cut-off by his own stomach, which made a loud, embarrassing growl. He blushed and did what he did best: rub the back of his head and smile goofily.
"Oh my! You must be starving! Sit down, please! Wait right here! I'll go fix you something right away, Sempai!" she squealed and in less than 2 ½ seconds, she was right back, holding a tray with a main dish, orange juice and a dessert.
His favourites. 'Damn! THAT was FAST! Su-chan's probably rubbing off on her…' he thought in amusement and did as Shinobu told him; he sat down on the nearest plush chair and the bluenette set the tray on a small coffee table right in front of him.
He eagerly took bite after bite of Maehara's 5-Star level cuisine…while the petite girl stood right in front of him holding the tray up to hide her lower face, eagerly waiting for his approval. Soon enough, Keitaro was finished and flashed the blushing cook a smile.
"Outstanding, Shinobu-chan. That was delicious" he said. The teenager squealed happily and with a quick "Thanks", she took the empty plates to the kitchen. After she was gone, Keitaro sighed.
Alright…Shinobu would most likely be willing to help him with what he had in mind...he needed to know something before, though.
"Shinobu-chan?" he called. The girl immediately appeared out the kitchen door with curiosity and attention.
"Yes, Sempai?" he replied by waving his hand at her, beckoning her over. She eagerly walked up to him and he pulled her down to another chair, right in front of him. She was blushing softly.
"Shinobu-chan, I'd like to know…where is everyone? How are they doing?" he asked in concern.
The petite bluenette didn't answer right away.
Was it really necessary to tell him now…? And how, then? Shinobu sighed. There was no way around. She knew her Sempai well enough. So she spoke and told Keitaro everything right then and there, plain and simple.
Later, Keitaro had closed his eyes and was frowning.
'Damn it! Narusegawa doesn't surprise me…but WHY did the other girls do the same I did? What's the point…?' he sighed. All of this…because I broke down…no. This SO not right…Alright. I have no choice…' Keitaro made his decision.
He opened his eyes and gave Maehara a determined look.
"Shinobu-chan, I need you to do me favour…" he beckoned the girl to get closer and with a blush, she nodded and leaned in…just to have Keitaro begin to whisper in her ear. She couldn't help but shudder as hit hot breath blew into her ear, but she listend intently anyway.
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Minutes later, everyone was gathered and sitting around in the common room by Shinobu's request. Well, Keitaro's request, actually. Though he asked her NOT to tell the girls that, of course. She stood up from seat and walked into the center of the room.
'A-Auuuuu…I hope Sempai knows what he's doing…' she gulped and then spoke up.
"A-Alright, e-everyone…" damn. This was harder than she thought. She wasn't too good in speaking at many people…"I-I called this meeting to…" she gulped again. "To talk about Keitaro-sempai…" she soon balled her fists over her chest and looked around. She sweat-dropped. The atmosphere was tense, alright…
"And WHY should WE care, exactly?" Narusegawa snorted, earning herself plenty of glares from the others.
"Because I have questions, Narusegawa. And I want answers to those questions" Keitaro walked in with his hands behind his back and…was that confidence in his stride as he walked towards Shinobu. He patted her on the shoulder and smiled at her.
"Thanks, Shinobu-chan. I'll take it from here" he said and she nodded before going to sit down at a plush chair.
First of all, Naru was stunned AND pissed. How DARE he talk to HER like THAT?! What the…? He didn't even BLINK when she gave him her usual death glare!
"Wha…? Oh! Well, what is it, honey?" Kitsune came out of her shock. She was stunned, alright…and a bit turned on. She WAS quite attracted to the way Keitaro stood his ground, considering just HOW he had been feeling the previous week…
"A couple of questions, Mitsu-chan" he said to her warmly, making her blush a soft pink. He raised his index finger. "First…Why, everyone? WHY did YOU girls lock yourselves away?" he lowered his hand to let it drop to his side. "Girls, you shouldn't have done that just because I did. It's not fair for you…" he then looked at Kitsune. "Oh, and by the way, Mitsu-chan…NO more drinking like you did during the last week. No more. Understood?" he lowered his face a bit, so that his glasses lit up a bit, giving Keitaro a pretty…"powerful" look. Kitsune licked her lips and swallowed. Then nodded.
"Y-Yeah, Kei-chan. Got it!" she said.
Why did she have the sudden urge to pounce on him?
"Keitaro-sempai, haven't you realized yet?" Motoko's voice hit it softly. He turned to her with a questioning look. He just shook his head. She locked her eyes on his and spoke without hesitation.
"We all feel what YOU feel, Keitaro-sempai. When YOU are sad, we ALL feel that sadness, too. Whatever happens to you, we feel it, as well. That's why" she tore her gaze from his caring, loving eyes and looked down; her cheeks went from pink to bright crimson.
"And…well…" she was now doubtful and, dare to say, fragile? "I think you've noticed that…some of us HAVE confessed, certain feelings to you…" she was embarrassed, alright, and it showed on her now glowing red face.
Keitaro remained silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. He then let out the breath he didn't he had been holding.
"Kei-kun" ah, that sweet, angelic voice made him look up at Mutsumi. She immediately locked her half-opened eyes onto Keitaro's. "For so long, Kei-kun…for so long I have wanted to tell you how I felt. I already told you: I love you. I always have ever since the day we met. And well…I guess I didn't really TRY to have you, Kei-kun…because I thought you were not meant for me…so I just let you go…" she gazed at Narusegawa, who was staring at her in utter shock.
Through all this, the honey-brunette had been completely speechless, especially after Motoko's confession. And now, everything seemed to come into place…
"Kei-kun…" Mutsumi turned her eyes back to him. "I love you, and no matter what, I WON'T hold back anymore. And I have Kitsune-chan and Motoko-chan to thank for this" she gave both women a cheerful, warm smile. Both of them blushed. Otohime then stood up from her seat and began taking steps towards Keitaro. "Kei-kun, there is, however, something else you need to know…I-" there should have been a THUD! as the anaemic woman fainted right there, just a foot away from Keitaro. However, he caught her by the arms and held her safely.
Everyone blinked. They the blinked again.
Haruka the snorted, quickly putting her hand over her mouth, looking around at everyone, who stared at her in shock. She got back her composure and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Hey, THAT was enough of an icebreaker. Keitaro, take her back to her room" he nodded and walked off, carrying Mutsumi in his arms, bridal style. The others quickly followed him eagerly, while Narusegawa took her time.
Haruka just stood still, watching the girl walk slowly, with her eyes lost in nowhere.
"Naru" she called. The brunette turned around to face her. "The pieces are falling into place, eh? Well, the puzzle ain't complete, kid. But it will be, soon enough" she said stoically. Narusegawa blinked twice and then shook her head. She then picked up the pace to catch up with the others.
Keitaro gently laid Mutsumi down on her futon, taking a loose blanket from the closet to cover her. He watched the girl for a moment in silence, before softly caressing her cheek with his hand. He then stood up and looked at the girls, gathered at the room's door.
"Ok, girls. We're having a party!" he declared, clapping his hands together. The others sweat-dropped a bit in confusion. "What? Was it something I said?" Keitaro asked casually. The girls shook their heads and smiled. Even Naru.
"YAY! PARTY, PARTY!" Kaolla began bouncing. Everyone laughed.
"Ok…let me see…ah! Shinobu-chan, you're with me" the young cook perked up and blushed. He continued. "We'll be making some food for the party. We'll think of something. You go on ahead. I'll be right with you" he walked out into the hallway and ruffled Shinobu's blue hair affectionately. She blushed and with a nod, she walked off.
"Motoko-chan? Could you go downtown real-fast and buy some snacks and drinks for the young ones here? Su-chan, you go with her" he asked the samurai and then asked the foreigner girl. The older girl nodded numbly and blushed hotly when Keitaro gave her a "thanks" and a soft peck on her pale, smooth cheek with his hand. Kaolla promptly laughed cheerfully and jumped on Motoko's shoulders. Motoko shook her head and ran off to do her task.
"Mitsu-chan?" he turned around to face his girlfriend.
"Yeah, suga'?" she asked eagerly. God! She WAS turned on, damn it! "Anythin' you need me to do?" she asked in that sultry voice of hers. He chuckled and gave Kitsune a soft kiss on her lips.
"You are naughty girl, Mitsu-chan…but now be a good girl and get us some drinks. You're our specialist here, aren't you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. The foxy lady just grinned and patted his cheek playfully.
"Damn right I am! Don't worry, Kei-chan. I'll find us somethin' nice to drink!" she said cheerfully, before stealing a kiss from Keitaro and walking off to her room. He grinned goofily for a second. He the turned around and faced the last one present…
"Narusegawa. You stay here with Mutsumi-chan. Keep an eye on her while we are busy. When she wakes up, you let us know. If not, I'll come get you when everything's ready for the party. Take care of her" he said to her without any hesitation…or ANY emotion.
He then walked off to help Shinobu with the food.
Narusegawa turned around and gazed at Mutsumi's peacefully-sleeping form. She let out a tired sigh.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered softly, sitting down next to Otohime.
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A/N wow that was a tense affair, I know this is a little more on the angsty side, but I wanted to try something different and hope that you all enjoyed my efforts. Again I know its been awhile since I updated but I do try, I can't ever forget to give my beta reader Major Mike Powell III his due credit for helping me out and making all of my stories as successful as they have been. Make sure you check out his stories as he has done real well for himself as well. I would like all of you to let me know if I should continue with this story or leave it where it is. so please R R to let me know. thanks alot guys. check you later.
