All Love Hina characters belong to Ken Akamatsu. Since I like my stories to fit within the actual continuum set forth by the original creators, this takes place immediately after Narusegawa admits her "unsure" love for Keitaro (the end of English volume 9).

"Ugh…"

Keitaro Urashima lay sprawled out on the floor of his room in the Hinata apartments. He had never been more confused in his life sine Naru had finally gotten around to admitting her feelings for him. Although they weren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet, he had gotten used to the somewhat special treatment he had been receiving from her in the form of tutoring for the classes he had missed from the previous fall. She had been driving him incredibly hard in both his studies and his duties as manager of the Hinata Inn. Groggily, he struggled to his feet and over the mirror on the wall.

"This undershirt is kinda small…" he mused as he looked at his reflection. He casually tested the range of movement of his arm and found it a little restricted. He sighed and patted his non-muscular chest. A slight smile spread across his face.

"I'll bet Naru would look hot in this…" He imagined the white t-shirt pulled tightly over her bouncing breasts… Keitaro shook his head to clear his thoughts. The door to his room slides open, and Keitaro lazily turns his head toward the noise. It's her. Naru walked into the room and the bottom of her bathrobe fluttered down to rest by her knees.

"Keitaro? Are you awake?" She paused to tighten the belt of the robe and glanced down at him. Despite the gleeful look on his face, Keitaro managed to cheerfully grunt once.

"I… I wanted to talk to you… about what I said by the pool…" Her eyes darted back and forth from his prone form and the ceiling. This news surprised him, and he sat up immediately.

"W-what about that…?"

"I was just thinking…" as Naru talked she began to pace slowly about the room, looking at this and that.

"Yeah?" She now had her back to Keitaro, and she leaned on the wall.

"About what I said, if you'll allow me to clarify what it was I meant by that…" She quickly turned to face him. The edge of her bathrobe caught on the corner of his desk, and it was ripped from her shoulders. Keitaro's eyes widened, and he barely managed to bring a cupped fist to his nose before he spurted blood everywhere. There they were… er there she was, wearing the same type of t-shirt he was wearing and a pair of boxer shorts.

"It must be cold in here…" he quipped. Naru looked down at her nipples poking through the front of her shirt.

"Why, you pervert!!" She kicked him upside the head, sending him through the far wall screaming. Naru grabbed her robe and stomped from the room.

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The next morning…

Motoko Aoyama shifts restlessly on her futon. A recurring dream floats through her subconscious… she is preparing herself for a session of strenuous kendo training. In the dream, she stands facing a mirror, clad only in her panties. She glances at her breasts and reaches for her chest wrappings. As she binds her breasts with the wrapping, she thinks how much easier it would be to prepare for training if she didn't have to spend so much time carefully wrapping her breasts so they do not shift or become loose.

She flashes back to the days of her youth, when preparation for training merely consisted jumping in her hakama slacks and swathe herself in the keokogi jacket. That was, of course, prior to the time when she developed breasts, among other things.

Back in reality, sunbeams shined in at a slant from the window. The rays slowly moved along the floor and came to rest on Motoko's torso. Her pajama top unbuttoned down the middle, revealing her breasts to the sun's light. Motoko felt an increasingly warm sensation envelop her breasts. The sensation became incredibly hot, and she arched her back from the burning pain. Her breasts began to tilt back toward her head.

Unexpectedly, the orbs on her chest began to slide backward like raindrops on a car windshield. The sun's rays followed the orbs as they glided across Motoko's shoulders and onto the ground. The burning sensation stopped, and Motoko lie back down, at ease. The intensity of the light grew stronger and thin wisps of vapor rose into the air. In a few short moments, nothing remains of the orbs, and a light layer of steam hovered about the room.

Motoko Aoyama rolled onto her side, then her stomach. She abruptly rose to her knees and hands, still fast asleep. She settled back onto her stomach, and quickly flipped onto her back, wide awake. She reached up and flung the sides of her shirt open. Cautiously, her hands passed over her chest. Gone. They were gone. Her eyes widened in panic and she began to frantically pat her chest. It was flat, not even a bulging pectoral muscle. Even her nipples were gone. Motoko bent craned her neck forward to peer at her breast-less torso. She tried to stifle a scream, but a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a bloodcurdling shriek.

Kaolla Su, who had been sleeping peacefully nearby sprung into the air, landing in a crouch.

"Motoko!? What's wrong!?" Motoko continued to scream at the top of her lungs. The door literally fell off its hinges as everyone crowded in. Naru took one look at Motoko and covered Keitaro's eyes with her hands. Everyone else stared at the exposed Motoko.