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Matchmaker's War
You Will Get Nothing
"Never expected to find you here. How things going with Naru? Okay?"
Kentaro grinned faded as Keitaro clinched his fist. "Sakata Kentaro." /You son of a bitch./ Keitaro still hated Kentaro for what he put his beloved Narusegawa through. While he long suspected that Narusegawa Naru had that effect on lots of men besides himself, he did not consider stalking her since her freshman year a healthy way to deal with those feelings.
Keitaro scanned the area to remember his current location. Indeed, he looked out of place dressed so casually in this tuxedo store. Worried about what these casual clothes might look like in one of Tokyo's finest restaurants, Keitaro had taken measures for a tuxedo. Since he needed for tonight, he had paid them extra to deliver the suit to the Hinata-sou by seven o'clock.
"Well, I need a tuxedo for tonight." Keitaro said. He then considered his second question. "And none of your business."
Kentaro shrugged off his rudeness, turned away, and continued talking to Keitaro with his back turned to him. "You plan to take Narusegawa on a date to one of the finest restaurants in Tokyo and you need something to wear, right?" Keitaro's anger subsided to confusion. This man knew more about Narusegawa and him that any newspaper could have told him.
"How did you know that?" /Tell me before I rip your lungs./ Keitaro's anger returned with a vengeance. Now he understood what Narusegawa's anger felt like and how it could make you feel so weak and invincible at the same time.
"Honestly, Urashima Keitaro does not have a reputation for his intelligence, but did he really think Kitsune could afford all this without a little help?" Kentaro smirked at the witticism of his last comment.
The rusty gears in Keitaro's head started to turn as he realized that Kitsune could not have arranged all this by herself, even she had years to plan for it, which she did not. "You helped."
Kentaro applauded Keitaro with a mock congratulatory clap. "Bravo, well done. Perhaps, I misjudged you. You seem quite clever and determined to win Naru over. I applaud your persistence. Persistence usually pays off."
This former stalker talked to Keitaro with an informal tone that made him feel somewhat connected this reverse mirror image of himself. "Why do you want to help Narusegawa and me get together?" Keitaro hated asking open-ended questions like that. It always gave them the opportunity to ramble on about whatever came into their twisted minds, but his curiosity and ability to think logically demanded a reason for why a man, who had so desperately wanted Narusegawa for himself, would commit social suicide by aiding to his competition. He just had to know.
"Help, you say?" Kentaro turned his head and zeroed his soulless eyes onto Keitaro, as if searching for answers inside of Keitaro's eyes. "I can see it your eyes, Keitaro. You can't take much more of this. You can't handle the publicity the way I can, can you?"
Kentaro leaned menacingly closer to him. Keitaro fought back the urge to run away from him. This pathetic excuse for a human being did not deserve to see him running scared. "Yes, I can see it clearly now. It doesn't matter how much money or free gifts Kitsune extorts out of me for this little project of hers, you know. I know you will find a way to disappoint Naru." Kentaro stepped in closer. Keitaro could taste him breathing down his neck. "And when Naru needs a shoulder to cry on, I will get the girl and you will get nothing."
Suddenly Sakata Kentaro staggered to the ground, grasping the side of his face and trembling in shock. Surprised, Keitaro almost bent over and asked him why he had fallen over until he saw his own right hand. As if on its own accord, it had flung a fist into the air and bashed it right into Kentaro's left cheek. Keitaro marveled at how well his right side of his body had concealed its actions from the left side. It had not even felt his right hand leave his side, much less form a fist and send that very fist colliding into Kentaro's face.
Sakata brought his trembling under control. "Whoa. You have a quite a right hook there, Urashima. You must have picked up a couple pointers from Naru, no doubt."
"You better get out of here before I do it again." Keitaro did not mean to sound like a threat, he honestly believed he could not bring his possessed right arm under control if Kentaro stuck around much longer.
Obviously upset that he could get the last word, Kentaro stumbled away. Keitaro briefly worried about whether or not Kentaro would sue him for assault and battery, but fear quickly gave way to his self-loathing. Like a lot of people who resorted to violence at one point of their lives or another, Urashima Keitaro did not think of himself as the violent type and neither did anyone else who knew him. But, like anyone driven to violence, one could never quite know what pushes them over the edge until someone tries them. Kentaro had tried him and he had walked away with his left cheek and most certainly his pride bashed in beyond recognition.
Still, Urashima Keitaro's violent outburst only served to burn Sakata Kentaro's last words into his mind. /You will get nothing./ Those words did not him as much as Kentaro's suggestion that he would find a way to disappoint Narusegawa. That worried Keitaro more than anything. Disappointing the true love of his life.
***
Maehara Shinobu yawned and awoke from her little post-breakfast nap refreshed. Shinobu had a wonderful dream that Keitaro had asked Naru on a date and after Keitaro left, Naru started doing cartwheels across the wooden floors. The image of the subdued Naru doing cartwheels had done something unusual to Shinobu. It made her laugh. After that, she slept like a baby until the sound of someone slamming a door rustled Shinobu from her slumber.
Shinobu, not given to eavesdropping like Kitsune, left a vacuum in the position of information gatherer and all-around eavesdropper. After living at the Hinata-sou for so long, Shinobu recognized that everyone living there made up part of a crucial balancing act that kept the Hinata-sou a healthy and happy place to live. And without the element of a Kitsune present, things would start to unravel pretty quickly. So, in spite of herself, Shinobu listened into the conversation Naru and Keitaro had.
"Hey, Keitaro, where did you get cuts on your knuckles from?" Shinobu looked through the cracks to see what Naru meant by cuts. Shinobu's virgin eyes bulged out of proportion as she saw layer of tore flesh on top of Keitaro's delicate hands. It looked like Keitaro had scraped his hands against a shard of glass. Shinobu had done that once to her knuckles, it hurt for weeks. If it hurt Keitaro, he definitely kept it from coming out on his face. In fact, Keitaro seemed desperately trying to ignore the large chunks of torn flesh on his right hand. Weird.
"Well, Naru, I had a run-in with a certain stalker with a big mouth. Things got carried away." Narusegawa's eyes had widened as quickly as Shinobu's did. Every girl in Tokyo, from junior high upward, knew about the antics of that self-obsessed stalker and Shinobu knew that if anyone on Earth could drive her normally passive sempai to violence, Sakata Kentaro could.
When she married, she plan to steer clear of men like Kentaro and pick out husbands from men more than Keitaro. Of course, she knew very few men like Urashima Keitaro, but she had resolved to play the odds she might meet a long lost twin brother of his someday and live happily ever after than risk interfering with Keitaro's feelings for Naru. Shinobu lived the life of the housekeeper, always endeavoring to keep everyone happy and under the same roof together.
As she saw the clock, Maehara Shinobu panicked. She had less than an hour to prepare lunch, she had slept for three hours. Shinobu scampered off to the kitchen and started reading the love letter to herself mentally as she gathered ingredients, especially the part that Keitaro wrote. Her sempai had a beautiful rapport with the written word that made Shinobu wondered if anyone would ever feel that strongly towards her as Keitaro felt towards Naru. Shinobu could only dream.
***
Narusegawa Naru thought she had heard someone listening in on her, but with Kaolla, Sarah and Kitsune gone, she had little fear of eavesdroppers. Realizing all this, she shook the feeling off as she revised as Keitaro's mangled right hand, making [tsk tsk tsk] noises the whole thing. If Keitaro ever needed to punch someone again, he would do better next time if he learned how to form a fist properly.
"Keitaro, make a fist." Keitaro stared helplessly at Naru as he flexed his right hand. "I meant your left hand, idiot." Naru did not really mean to insult him, but seeing Keitaro struggle in pain to move his right hand hurt her in more ways that even Keitaro could imagine. "Now, keep your thumb tucked in. You don't want it sticking out during a punch, it might get torn off." Naru stared at Keitaro with deadpan honesty.
Keitaro looked back inquisitively at Naru. "How do you know that, Narusegawa?" Naru showed Keitaro her right hand and allowed him to notice the near invisible line where the surgeons had reattached her thumb when she punched a cement wall with a bad fist. When it happened, she still hadn't quite grasped the basics that Noriyasu Seta taught her, but two weeks of practice had made her feel invincible.
/Oh my god, Seta-san!/ All this rushing around to get dressed and plan the date completely blocked out the fact that Seta would arrive at eight o'clock tonight expecting a big party. With Naru, Keitaro, and the master of ceremonies Kitsune gone, it left only Motoko, Kaolla, Haruka, Sarah, Shinobu and possibly Mutsumi to orchestrate a big party.
As Keitaro practiced punching, trying to keep his thumb for straying from the other four fingers, Naru grabbed Keitaro and violently shook. "Keitaro, do you know what we have forgotten?"
Keitaro, dizzy from all the shaking, replied. "No, Naru, what did we forget?" Naru loved this man, but if he could not remember something he heard about two days ago, he would definitely forget big things, like anniversaries for sure.
/Anniversaries? Oh no! Not again. Stop that in there./ Naru's untamed brain had once again made veiled references to marrying Keitaro. She blamed part of it on Kitsune and part of it on herself. Thinking back to the day she met this unimpressively looking ronin, she had always thoughts about making a husband out of Urashima Keitaro, but now that Kitsune had given Keitaro a better clue to how Naru felt about him, these thoughts occurred in greater frequency and intensity.
Naru's ego and her wild id declared a seize-fire and she continued where she had left off. "We forgot to plan a party for Seta-san." Keitaro's eyes bugged out.
"Well," Keitaro said, panicked and bewildered, "Perhaps, we should call of the date help plan the party for Seta." She could see it in his eyes that he meant it. /Urashima Keitaro doesn't have a selfish bone in his body,/ Naru concluded quite confidently. But still, Kitsune put a lot of time and effort into this and surely she had anticipated every possible eventuality to a fine stroke in her masterpiece to unite Keitaro and her. Nothing this big and obvious would have gone unnoticed by her perspective best friend whom she still planned to kill next time the two met.
Suddenly, Naru realized that Kitsune had something planned for Noriyasu Seta. The legacy of Kitsune lived on. "Keitaro," Naru called to Keitaro. "I think I know what Kitsune has planned for Seta-san. It involves your aunt, Haruka-san."
Keitaro froze up and jeered his head at Naru. "My aunt and Seta? What does she have planned."
Naru brainstormed a bit. "Perhaps, Kitsune did not want a big party for Seta. Perhaps, she wanted a small candlelight dinner for Seta-san and Haruka-san." Naru could imagine the great matchmaker spirits smiling happily at her brilliant deductions and she continued on. "Perhaps, she wants to bring Haruka-san and Seta-san together like us."
"It makes sense. But I doubt they will spend a quiet evening at the Hinata-sou." Keitaro's eyes gave no clues to what he meant by that.
"What do you mean?" Keitaro rarely ever skipped ahead of her superior thinking processes until after he read Naru's part of the letter a week ago. Apparently, having his instincts confirmed on the front page of a newspaper had instilled him with great confidence. "Why would they go anywhere else?"
Keitaro shook his head to clear up a misunderstanding. "No, Narusegawa, I didn't say they wouldn't spend the evening somewhere. They will spent the evening at the Hinata-sou, I just doubt they'll do it quietly."
Keitaro tried to gesture with his mangled right hand what he meant, but Naru had finally caught up by then. "Oh, I see." The chances of a romantic night together getting carried away had never occurred to Narusegawa. "What should we do? We can't have the other girls in the same house with those two." Naru could literally see the gears turning in Keitaro's head.
"Perhaps, Mutsumi has room for them in her apartment."
"Would she do that for us?" Mutsumi owned a large apartment in the other side of the town, but would she sacrifice all that free space for them.
Keitaro almost laughed at the question. "You kidding, Narusegawa? She would do anything for us." Keitaro put special emphasis on the word 'us.' After Kitsune, Mutsumi had put forth, in her own distracted way, the second most effort of the all the girls to lure these two lovebirds to their honeymoon suites. Shinobu ranked third on the list and most of the other girls just watched in suspense to see how those two would manage.
"And Naru?" Keitaro started to wobble again.
"Yes, Keitaro?" Keitaro might have another idea to give her.
"All this dizzy made me thinking," Keitaro spoke nonsensically as he collapsed onto Narusegawa, grabbing hold of her breasts. Confused on what to do after a week free of accidents, Naru felt the familiar tide of thoughts and emotions come over her during those torturously awkward moments. When the less civil thoughts broke through, Naru almost decided to banish them with a single stroke from her super punch. But other thoughts now greeted her in these unnaturally long seconds of thought. Keitaro had clocked Kentaro earlier today and Naru felt that her violent temper might have had a bad influence the primarily non-violent Urashima Keitaro.
Still, Keitaro needed to understand the error of his ways and not view these perverted accidents as an acceptable norm. Keitaro stared in anticipation of what Naru would do next thing. If he trusted his instincts, he probably expected to find himself flying to Mutsumi's apartment any second now. If he listened to the love letter, he probably expected some pretty raw hentai things to follow soon. Naru could not let either extreme happen. Not yet anyways.
"Urashima," Naru spoke grimly and clearly. "Get … your … hands … off … of … my … breasts!" Naru had literally screamed that last part and sent Keitaro flying from the mere force of her words. His hands came undone from Naru almost instantaneously.
"Good boy," she said calmly, almost petting Keitaro behind the ears. "And Keitaro." She turned away. "Catch!" Naru fired a fairly fast punch to Keitaro's head. Done as she had told him to, Keitaro moved out of the way and caught the fist in his mangled right hand. Signs of pain appeared on his face. "Good reflexes," Naru complimented him, "you should block more often." Naru never realized the kind of control she had over Keitaro. All this time, Naru had had a puppeteer's handle on Keitaro and only now had she, the puppeteer, started to notice the strings.
"Of course," Keitaro said, his face turning unnaturally pale. "I would never do anything to disappoint you, Narusegawa." That last line confused Naru. It made no sense in the context of anything they said before, but Naru ignored it. She needed to invest her mental energy elsewhere. Right now, they had two romantic dinners to plan and four tenants to relocate, all this within eight hours. Keitaro and Naru had no time to lose.
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Matchmaker's War
You Will Get Nothing
"Never expected to find you here. How things going with Naru? Okay?"
Kentaro grinned faded as Keitaro clinched his fist. "Sakata Kentaro." /You son of a bitch./ Keitaro still hated Kentaro for what he put his beloved Narusegawa through. While he long suspected that Narusegawa Naru had that effect on lots of men besides himself, he did not consider stalking her since her freshman year a healthy way to deal with those feelings.
Keitaro scanned the area to remember his current location. Indeed, he looked out of place dressed so casually in this tuxedo store. Worried about what these casual clothes might look like in one of Tokyo's finest restaurants, Keitaro had taken measures for a tuxedo. Since he needed for tonight, he had paid them extra to deliver the suit to the Hinata-sou by seven o'clock.
"Well, I need a tuxedo for tonight." Keitaro said. He then considered his second question. "And none of your business."
Kentaro shrugged off his rudeness, turned away, and continued talking to Keitaro with his back turned to him. "You plan to take Narusegawa on a date to one of the finest restaurants in Tokyo and you need something to wear, right?" Keitaro's anger subsided to confusion. This man knew more about Narusegawa and him that any newspaper could have told him.
"How did you know that?" /Tell me before I rip your lungs./ Keitaro's anger returned with a vengeance. Now he understood what Narusegawa's anger felt like and how it could make you feel so weak and invincible at the same time.
"Honestly, Urashima Keitaro does not have a reputation for his intelligence, but did he really think Kitsune could afford all this without a little help?" Kentaro smirked at the witticism of his last comment.
The rusty gears in Keitaro's head started to turn as he realized that Kitsune could not have arranged all this by herself, even she had years to plan for it, which she did not. "You helped."
Kentaro applauded Keitaro with a mock congratulatory clap. "Bravo, well done. Perhaps, I misjudged you. You seem quite clever and determined to win Naru over. I applaud your persistence. Persistence usually pays off."
This former stalker talked to Keitaro with an informal tone that made him feel somewhat connected this reverse mirror image of himself. "Why do you want to help Narusegawa and me get together?" Keitaro hated asking open-ended questions like that. It always gave them the opportunity to ramble on about whatever came into their twisted minds, but his curiosity and ability to think logically demanded a reason for why a man, who had so desperately wanted Narusegawa for himself, would commit social suicide by aiding to his competition. He just had to know.
"Help, you say?" Kentaro turned his head and zeroed his soulless eyes onto Keitaro, as if searching for answers inside of Keitaro's eyes. "I can see it your eyes, Keitaro. You can't take much more of this. You can't handle the publicity the way I can, can you?"
Kentaro leaned menacingly closer to him. Keitaro fought back the urge to run away from him. This pathetic excuse for a human being did not deserve to see him running scared. "Yes, I can see it clearly now. It doesn't matter how much money or free gifts Kitsune extorts out of me for this little project of hers, you know. I know you will find a way to disappoint Naru." Kentaro stepped in closer. Keitaro could taste him breathing down his neck. "And when Naru needs a shoulder to cry on, I will get the girl and you will get nothing."
Suddenly Sakata Kentaro staggered to the ground, grasping the side of his face and trembling in shock. Surprised, Keitaro almost bent over and asked him why he had fallen over until he saw his own right hand. As if on its own accord, it had flung a fist into the air and bashed it right into Kentaro's left cheek. Keitaro marveled at how well his right side of his body had concealed its actions from the left side. It had not even felt his right hand leave his side, much less form a fist and send that very fist colliding into Kentaro's face.
Sakata brought his trembling under control. "Whoa. You have a quite a right hook there, Urashima. You must have picked up a couple pointers from Naru, no doubt."
"You better get out of here before I do it again." Keitaro did not mean to sound like a threat, he honestly believed he could not bring his possessed right arm under control if Kentaro stuck around much longer.
Obviously upset that he could get the last word, Kentaro stumbled away. Keitaro briefly worried about whether or not Kentaro would sue him for assault and battery, but fear quickly gave way to his self-loathing. Like a lot of people who resorted to violence at one point of their lives or another, Urashima Keitaro did not think of himself as the violent type and neither did anyone else who knew him. But, like anyone driven to violence, one could never quite know what pushes them over the edge until someone tries them. Kentaro had tried him and he had walked away with his left cheek and most certainly his pride bashed in beyond recognition.
Still, Urashima Keitaro's violent outburst only served to burn Sakata Kentaro's last words into his mind. /You will get nothing./ Those words did not him as much as Kentaro's suggestion that he would find a way to disappoint Narusegawa. That worried Keitaro more than anything. Disappointing the true love of his life.
***
Maehara Shinobu yawned and awoke from her little post-breakfast nap refreshed. Shinobu had a wonderful dream that Keitaro had asked Naru on a date and after Keitaro left, Naru started doing cartwheels across the wooden floors. The image of the subdued Naru doing cartwheels had done something unusual to Shinobu. It made her laugh. After that, she slept like a baby until the sound of someone slamming a door rustled Shinobu from her slumber.
Shinobu, not given to eavesdropping like Kitsune, left a vacuum in the position of information gatherer and all-around eavesdropper. After living at the Hinata-sou for so long, Shinobu recognized that everyone living there made up part of a crucial balancing act that kept the Hinata-sou a healthy and happy place to live. And without the element of a Kitsune present, things would start to unravel pretty quickly. So, in spite of herself, Shinobu listened into the conversation Naru and Keitaro had.
"Hey, Keitaro, where did you get cuts on your knuckles from?" Shinobu looked through the cracks to see what Naru meant by cuts. Shinobu's virgin eyes bulged out of proportion as she saw layer of tore flesh on top of Keitaro's delicate hands. It looked like Keitaro had scraped his hands against a shard of glass. Shinobu had done that once to her knuckles, it hurt for weeks. If it hurt Keitaro, he definitely kept it from coming out on his face. In fact, Keitaro seemed desperately trying to ignore the large chunks of torn flesh on his right hand. Weird.
"Well, Naru, I had a run-in with a certain stalker with a big mouth. Things got carried away." Narusegawa's eyes had widened as quickly as Shinobu's did. Every girl in Tokyo, from junior high upward, knew about the antics of that self-obsessed stalker and Shinobu knew that if anyone on Earth could drive her normally passive sempai to violence, Sakata Kentaro could.
When she married, she plan to steer clear of men like Kentaro and pick out husbands from men more than Keitaro. Of course, she knew very few men like Urashima Keitaro, but she had resolved to play the odds she might meet a long lost twin brother of his someday and live happily ever after than risk interfering with Keitaro's feelings for Naru. Shinobu lived the life of the housekeeper, always endeavoring to keep everyone happy and under the same roof together.
As she saw the clock, Maehara Shinobu panicked. She had less than an hour to prepare lunch, she had slept for three hours. Shinobu scampered off to the kitchen and started reading the love letter to herself mentally as she gathered ingredients, especially the part that Keitaro wrote. Her sempai had a beautiful rapport with the written word that made Shinobu wondered if anyone would ever feel that strongly towards her as Keitaro felt towards Naru. Shinobu could only dream.
***
Narusegawa Naru thought she had heard someone listening in on her, but with Kaolla, Sarah and Kitsune gone, she had little fear of eavesdroppers. Realizing all this, she shook the feeling off as she revised as Keitaro's mangled right hand, making [tsk tsk tsk] noises the whole thing. If Keitaro ever needed to punch someone again, he would do better next time if he learned how to form a fist properly.
"Keitaro, make a fist." Keitaro stared helplessly at Naru as he flexed his right hand. "I meant your left hand, idiot." Naru did not really mean to insult him, but seeing Keitaro struggle in pain to move his right hand hurt her in more ways that even Keitaro could imagine. "Now, keep your thumb tucked in. You don't want it sticking out during a punch, it might get torn off." Naru stared at Keitaro with deadpan honesty.
Keitaro looked back inquisitively at Naru. "How do you know that, Narusegawa?" Naru showed Keitaro her right hand and allowed him to notice the near invisible line where the surgeons had reattached her thumb when she punched a cement wall with a bad fist. When it happened, she still hadn't quite grasped the basics that Noriyasu Seta taught her, but two weeks of practice had made her feel invincible.
/Oh my god, Seta-san!/ All this rushing around to get dressed and plan the date completely blocked out the fact that Seta would arrive at eight o'clock tonight expecting a big party. With Naru, Keitaro, and the master of ceremonies Kitsune gone, it left only Motoko, Kaolla, Haruka, Sarah, Shinobu and possibly Mutsumi to orchestrate a big party.
As Keitaro practiced punching, trying to keep his thumb for straying from the other four fingers, Naru grabbed Keitaro and violently shook. "Keitaro, do you know what we have forgotten?"
Keitaro, dizzy from all the shaking, replied. "No, Naru, what did we forget?" Naru loved this man, but if he could not remember something he heard about two days ago, he would definitely forget big things, like anniversaries for sure.
/Anniversaries? Oh no! Not again. Stop that in there./ Naru's untamed brain had once again made veiled references to marrying Keitaro. She blamed part of it on Kitsune and part of it on herself. Thinking back to the day she met this unimpressively looking ronin, she had always thoughts about making a husband out of Urashima Keitaro, but now that Kitsune had given Keitaro a better clue to how Naru felt about him, these thoughts occurred in greater frequency and intensity.
Naru's ego and her wild id declared a seize-fire and she continued where she had left off. "We forgot to plan a party for Seta-san." Keitaro's eyes bugged out.
"Well," Keitaro said, panicked and bewildered, "Perhaps, we should call of the date help plan the party for Seta." She could see it in his eyes that he meant it. /Urashima Keitaro doesn't have a selfish bone in his body,/ Naru concluded quite confidently. But still, Kitsune put a lot of time and effort into this and surely she had anticipated every possible eventuality to a fine stroke in her masterpiece to unite Keitaro and her. Nothing this big and obvious would have gone unnoticed by her perspective best friend whom she still planned to kill next time the two met.
Suddenly, Naru realized that Kitsune had something planned for Noriyasu Seta. The legacy of Kitsune lived on. "Keitaro," Naru called to Keitaro. "I think I know what Kitsune has planned for Seta-san. It involves your aunt, Haruka-san."
Keitaro froze up and jeered his head at Naru. "My aunt and Seta? What does she have planned."
Naru brainstormed a bit. "Perhaps, Kitsune did not want a big party for Seta. Perhaps, she wanted a small candlelight dinner for Seta-san and Haruka-san." Naru could imagine the great matchmaker spirits smiling happily at her brilliant deductions and she continued on. "Perhaps, she wants to bring Haruka-san and Seta-san together like us."
"It makes sense. But I doubt they will spend a quiet evening at the Hinata-sou." Keitaro's eyes gave no clues to what he meant by that.
"What do you mean?" Keitaro rarely ever skipped ahead of her superior thinking processes until after he read Naru's part of the letter a week ago. Apparently, having his instincts confirmed on the front page of a newspaper had instilled him with great confidence. "Why would they go anywhere else?"
Keitaro shook his head to clear up a misunderstanding. "No, Narusegawa, I didn't say they wouldn't spend the evening somewhere. They will spent the evening at the Hinata-sou, I just doubt they'll do it quietly."
Keitaro tried to gesture with his mangled right hand what he meant, but Naru had finally caught up by then. "Oh, I see." The chances of a romantic night together getting carried away had never occurred to Narusegawa. "What should we do? We can't have the other girls in the same house with those two." Naru could literally see the gears turning in Keitaro's head.
"Perhaps, Mutsumi has room for them in her apartment."
"Would she do that for us?" Mutsumi owned a large apartment in the other side of the town, but would she sacrifice all that free space for them.
Keitaro almost laughed at the question. "You kidding, Narusegawa? She would do anything for us." Keitaro put special emphasis on the word 'us.' After Kitsune, Mutsumi had put forth, in her own distracted way, the second most effort of the all the girls to lure these two lovebirds to their honeymoon suites. Shinobu ranked third on the list and most of the other girls just watched in suspense to see how those two would manage.
"And Naru?" Keitaro started to wobble again.
"Yes, Keitaro?" Keitaro might have another idea to give her.
"All this dizzy made me thinking," Keitaro spoke nonsensically as he collapsed onto Narusegawa, grabbing hold of her breasts. Confused on what to do after a week free of accidents, Naru felt the familiar tide of thoughts and emotions come over her during those torturously awkward moments. When the less civil thoughts broke through, Naru almost decided to banish them with a single stroke from her super punch. But other thoughts now greeted her in these unnaturally long seconds of thought. Keitaro had clocked Kentaro earlier today and Naru felt that her violent temper might have had a bad influence the primarily non-violent Urashima Keitaro.
Still, Keitaro needed to understand the error of his ways and not view these perverted accidents as an acceptable norm. Keitaro stared in anticipation of what Naru would do next thing. If he trusted his instincts, he probably expected to find himself flying to Mutsumi's apartment any second now. If he listened to the love letter, he probably expected some pretty raw hentai things to follow soon. Naru could not let either extreme happen. Not yet anyways.
"Urashima," Naru spoke grimly and clearly. "Get … your … hands … off … of … my … breasts!" Naru had literally screamed that last part and sent Keitaro flying from the mere force of her words. His hands came undone from Naru almost instantaneously.
"Good boy," she said calmly, almost petting Keitaro behind the ears. "And Keitaro." She turned away. "Catch!" Naru fired a fairly fast punch to Keitaro's head. Done as she had told him to, Keitaro moved out of the way and caught the fist in his mangled right hand. Signs of pain appeared on his face. "Good reflexes," Naru complimented him, "you should block more often." Naru never realized the kind of control she had over Keitaro. All this time, Naru had had a puppeteer's handle on Keitaro and only now had she, the puppeteer, started to notice the strings.
"Of course," Keitaro said, his face turning unnaturally pale. "I would never do anything to disappoint you, Narusegawa." That last line confused Naru. It made no sense in the context of anything they said before, but Naru ignored it. She needed to invest her mental energy elsewhere. Right now, they had two romantic dinners to plan and four tenants to relocate, all this within eight hours. Keitaro and Naru had no time to lose.
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