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Love Hina: KoolRon's Forbidden Love Part 3

(Warning! May not be suitable for the weak hearted, elderly aged and some Naru fans!)

"…"

Motoko slowly stirred awake. Her eyelids feeling heavy, she felt feverish and felt something moist on top of her head. She stretched her weak left arm, (well, both arms were weak.) and gently touched the moist object on her forehead.

It sent a bone chilling sensation through her body, and she immediately pulled the wet cloth away, sending it over the futon and onto the warm wooden floor.

"My head… it hurts…" She moaned, and she felt her forehead again. "I can't be running a fever can I?" her eyes pleading her to shut them once again.

And she did, for that second she closed them, she recalled Keitaro again.

She frowned and sat up, feeling fatigue running through her body and it hurt. She winced and let out a low pitch moan, "Itai…"

Then Motoko Aoyama remained silent. Her smooth silky black hair slowly running down her shoulders and it flowed like water. She hugged her knees and sunk her head into them. Her eyes softened, drawing a fine wrinkle on her forehead. The warm of her futon gradually disappearing, and she started to feel cold, even though the windows and doors were shut.

She then stood her painful body and groped her way to the kitchen.

~

On reaching the kitchen, Motoko stood quietly at the door. Her eyes were showing a little fear and confusion.

Yes, she had actually remembered where the kitchen was.

"Ho- how did I know that the kitchen was here?" Motoko still stunned, her voice stuttering, as she stood rigid.

She shook out of her thoughts, and consoled herself.

"Its… its like déjà vu…"

She trudged into the kitchen, amazed to find the lights on. That didn't bother her much, and she walked up to the sink and extracted a mug…

Sudden dizziness struck, she stumbled and the mug fell to the floor… she cupped her head, waiting for the spell to wear off and block that terrible shattering sound…

Instead of hearing the shattering of porcelain, all Motoko heard was a dull thump and she straightened herself, her eyes slowly going downwards, and she saw a hectic Shinobu kneeling on the floor with the mug in her grasp.

Shinobu breathed a sign of relief, "Yokkata!" and smiled sweetly.

Motoko was taken aback, her mouth opened slightly, and her eyes locked onto Shinobu.

"Ah… Arigato…" Motoko finally let the words of gratitude leave her stunned form.

"Motoko-sempai, you are unwell… what are you doing here instead of resting in your room?" Shinobu asked in concern, Motoko slowly swinging her view to the tap and basin, her mind clouded with thoughts.

"I… I wanted to get a drink…" Motoko replied, her gaze remained locked onto the tap's lever. It had never been this fascinating before…

Shinobu broke her out of her thoughts by laying a gentle and warm hand on Motoko's chilly hand, her head cocked slightly. "Daijobu Motoko-sempai? You seem distracted… maybe a cup of hot tea will ease those problems…" Shinobu then reached inside the larder and pulled out the tea bags. Motoko whirled around slowly and watched Shinobu go through the steps of making tea…

"Problems…"

Shinobu jiggled the tea bag, catching the soft murmur escaping Motoko's mouth. She looked in question at the kendo girl.

~

Motoko held the mug of hot, steaming green tea in her frozen palms, the steam so ever slowly misting into her face. Shinobu then walked out of the kitchen, holding her own mug of tea.

"Shinobu…" Motoko started, her mind in a utter confusion, "I… I… want to know why did you say that earlier…"

"Eh?" Shinobu not quite catching what Motoko meant at first, but when she did, it came in red streaks that flushed her face.

"Watashi… eh… eto…" She begun to stammer as Motoko's gaze slowly fixed on her.

"Why? Why is everyone shielding Urashima? Oshiete… Shinobu…" Motoko begged, determined to know the truth.

Shinobu's head sank, her heart pounding, not really knowing how to answer Motoko. Finally mustering up everything she could, she opened her little mouth…

"Be… because Motoko-sempai… I… I love him too… and… and so I know what it means to be in love with Urashima-sempai! Motoko-sempai… you… you too show all that you care for him… before this… this unfortunate accident happened…"

Motoko, who went into this questions blazing, was utterly shocked when Shinobu replied. "Shinobu… are… are you very sure I was in love with Urashima?" she asked again, hoping that she had heard the answer wrongly, wanting to confirm it again…

Shinobu didn't speak. She simply lowered her head again and nodded shyly.

Motoko's body tensed, and she leaned back in the chair, and gazed up at the dining room's single light on the ceiling.

"Honto ni?" Motoko muttered, and Shinobu's view reverted back to her senior.

"Ah… ah… hai…"

They sat there silently for another half an hour before leaving, the teas not really serving their thirst quenching purpose…

--- The following morning…

A loud piercing shriek filled the Hinata manager's room, as a loud explosion and thick black smoke belched out, and through the smoke materialized Mecha Tama, with the all-round-mean-and-nasty duo Sarah and Kaolla at the controls…

"Tama incendiary missiles locked onto the ronin target! Ready to fire!" Sarah radioed in a high pitched voice, and Kaolla grinned from ear to ear.

"FIRE!" Their voices in unison, and the huge diabolical mechanical turtle fired its lethal load at the bruised and haggard ronin's face…

"WAH! SHIN… SHINNEH!" Keitaro's high pitched wail filled the dormitory.

A gleam of light, and everything played in slow motion…

The sheath sliding off the katana…

The slow body-turning stance and the shiny katana shifted from one hand into both hands…

"Owari dana!" Motoko cried, and the katana slashed across the scene, the missiles seemingly stopping in mid-air, amidst the shocked looks on Sarah, Kaolla, and Keitaro's faces…

They exploded suddenly, sending Keitaro rolling some distance backwards, and the smoke clearing up, portraying the feminine form of Motoko Aoyama crouching on the ground, the sword held in her right arm, and her left hand's palming the floor.

"Nan… nandayo?" Sarah grouched, obviously upset that the intended target was not destroyed.

"Ha! But can you escape from Mecha Tama's Super-Duper laser cannons? Motoko!" Kaolla smirked as the mecha's two eyes glowed red and the reported laser beams blasted out of its eyes, cutting across everything in its path cleanly into two, dissecting Keitaro's schoolbag.

"AH!" Keitaro screamed as the beams closed in…

"Kcch!" Motoko hissed and she leapt at the ceiling, only to ricochet off and she flew straight for the trio, two human, and one machine…

"Zanmaken… Ni-No Tachi!" She shouted aloud, and the sword beared down on the mechanical turtle's head, turning the turtle into two parts. One head, and one body apart…

Kaolla laughed out loud, like a true tyrant, and she smiled at a disappointed Sarah.

"Right! Mission failed! I'll be meaner and tougher the next time Motoko! And the giant turtle and its two child operators disappeared in a flash.

Motoko breathed hard, Keitaro's mouth agape WIDE and he was left gasping for breath. Motoko sheathed the sword, and stood up, her back still to Keitaro…

Keitaro shook himself out of his near-death experience, and dusted his clothes, and his view shifted to Motoko. "Uh… arigato Motoko-chan…"

"I…" she begun, slowly turning around and her begging eyes sent Keitaro reeling into his usual perverted dreams. "I… I.." and she lowered her head, her hair spilling out of its hairclip, which had been cut earlier by Mecha Tama's laser beams.

"Aiee!" Keitaro suddenly screamed, and jumping away in terror, wiping drool off his lips and chin as he bolted past Motoko. Obviously his dirty thoughts getting the better of him…

Motoko reached out with her free hand, and as if regretting it, pulled her hand back and smiled.

"Keitaro Urashima…" and she watched his fleeting figure disappear down the corridor, the open and grazed window allowing the breeze of Hinata to let her hair flow…

KooLRon : Now that, is a REAL fic!

Motoko : (Speechless)

KooLRon : Really! I didn't know I was SO GOOD at it! *Maniacal Laughter*

Motoko : (Speechless)

KooLRon : Damn! I should be in the movie making sector creating scripts!

Motoko : Kono yaro! KooLRon! *Katana unsheathes and slices across Love Hina : Forbidden Love Part 3 script*

KooLRon : *Sob* Stay… stay tuned for Part… Part 4… *sniff sniff sob sob*

Motoko : Sore ja minna… *Turns to the fleeing self-praising author who bolted for the near exit*