Love Hina: A Manlier Side?
Chapter 5
A/N - Thank you for those reviews. Either my fic's becoming good or it's becoming bad to get such reviews. Anyways, to those few people who have continuously read this fic, here's chapter 5. More notes at the end.
The residents of Hinata Inn arrived in front of the inn. By then, Suu and Shinobu had woken up, each gave their own form of greetings and walked up the massive amount of stairs. They all entered and Suu shouted out, "Tadaima!"
"Umm..Suu," Kitsune said. The foreign girl turned to face her, who, along with the rest of the residents, had a sweatdrop. "There's no one home."
"Ara, ara, what have I missed?" was heard as a figure with long brown hair and twin "antennas" like Naru's hair came downstairs. All the residents looked up to her in surprise.
"Mutsumi-san???" everyone else asked in surprise. Well, everyone except Haruka who had her indifferent mask on by the time they came in. A few seconds later, a turtle flew out behind Mutsumi and landed on Keitaro's head. "Myu myu myu!" it "myu"ed. Motoko, who walked behind him, took a couple steps back and mentally prepared herself.
Keitaro laughed as he looked up and patted Tama. "Yeah, I missed you too, Tama," he said. He looked around and sighed. "Aah.feels good to be home again. Back to manager duties!" He started towards the hot springs but felt a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Eh?" he asked, and followed the hand with his eyes. "Narusegawa?" he asked, confused.
"You shouldn't overexert yourself; this is your first day back," Naru said. She then blushed as she noticed Keitaro looking back at her.
Keitaro stood there, confused. He then noticed her hand still around his arm. "Umm.Narusegawa, thanks for being concerned about me, but can you please let go of my arm? You do have a strong grip," Her eyes widened and she looked at her still outstretched hand creating a vice-like grip on his arm. Instantaneously, she let go and pulled it back as if his arm was infected, blushing more, and everyone noticed it. "Seriously, I'm perfectly fine. Stop worrying too much over me," Keitaro said, facing the group, then headed for the hot springs as originally planned, with Tama on him. As he disappeared behind the red short curtains that said "Female", a lone sigh was heard within the group. Everyone turned to the source.
Naru looked around to see all the other residents looking back at her. "What?" she asked. Then she looked more closely to see Kitsune with her smirk and one eye visibly open and her hand on her chin, Shinobu with teary eyes and her hands balled into fists covering her chin, Suu looking up at her with curiosity as usual, Mutsumi simply smiling as usual and Motoko and Haruka giving looks of indifference. Intending on damage control, she looked at Shinobu and slightly bent over. "Shinobu," she started, but got cut off.
Shinobu stood there, scared as ever, and it took her all her willpower not to run away. However, it wasn't enough; the moment the older girl bent over to get closer to her, her will cracked. The mentioning of her name dealt the final blow. "Waaah!!!!" she screamed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" was heard as she ran towards her room.
"Shinobu, wait! It's not what you think!" Naru yelled in vain. "Mou." she sighed, then yawned. "I guess I'll go to bed for a while," she mumbled as she headed upstairs. She heard another yawn and saw Kitsune follow her with a sleepy expression. "Oh yeah, you were up too." She then looked towards Motoko, "Motoko-chan, aren't you tired?"
"No, Naru-sempai. I'm all right. I can go for days without sleep," Motoko answered, looking up. Naru looked back at her, amazed. Her voice was steady and she looked refreshed, save the red eyes, which were now losing its redness slowly.
'Whoa! This girl is amazing! She doesn't even look tired one bit! Speaking of looks, I probably look horrible right now,' Naru mused. "Oh well, we're headed to bed," she announced and continued her way upstairs, Kitsune closely following behind, inadvertently mirroring Naru's motions. A minute later, two doors opened and closed as both girls went in and fell asleep almost instantaneously.
"Ara, ara, everyone seems very tired. I think I will join Naru-san in her room as well," Mutsumi announced and followed the two drowsy women upstairs.
"Back to my room! I have to improve my mecha Tama!" Suu yelled excitedly. She quickly hugged Motoko then ran off to her room, leaving the kendo girl to herself in the living room. She then got up and headed for the outdoor patio.
'I do not understand. Urashima has just come from the hospital, and yet, he insists on doing chores, even when we don't want him to,' Motoko thought. She arrived at the patio, unsheathed her katana and grabbed it with both hands. She took it above her head, stuck a leg out, and finished with lunging forward and bringing the katana down in a fast, smooth arc, then stepped back. She repeated the motion constantly for another good twenty minutes, and then sat down to catch her breath. '1000 slashes, quite tiring, but very lightening,' she mused, breathing heavily. As her breathing slowed down to a more normal and relaxing pace, a thought struck her. 'Urashima, I truly hated you when you first stepped into Hinata Inn, and yet, you didn't seem bothered. Why do you continue to work so hard? Why do you continue to stay here, despite what we have put you through? No, why do you stay despite what I put you through?' As she asked that question, various memories came into mind.
MEMORIES START
MEMORY 1 Motoko started unwinding her wrappings around her chest when the door to her room opened. "Motoko, today's your turn to cook the rice," Keitaro announced, then froze. Motoko went from shock to anger.
"URASHIMA!" she screamed. "You will pay! Hiken, Zanteusen!"
"Wah!" Keitaro shouted as he barely dodged her sword. "I'm sorry! I really am!"
MEMORY 2 Motoko sat down in the hot springs in the early morning, relaxing and preparing her body for the day's training. Her silent reverie was broken when a door opened and someone ran in. "Idiot! I woke up late again! Need to wake early to clean hot springs!" She froze when she realized the voice sounded quite masculine. She turned around, and noticed Keitaro with his cleaning gear. He himself turned when he noticed a figure move from the corner of his eye. "Motoko?"
"Urashima!!!" she got up, holding onto her towel with one hand and grabbing her katana with the other. "Do you intend to get your filthy hands and eyes on a woman's body with the cover of the steam?"
"No! I didn't realize you were here! I'm sorry!" he shouted as he tried to beat a retreat.
"Hiken! Zangan Ken!" she yelled as she sent a burst of ki from her unsheathed katana. It hit its target head-on, sending the kanririn on a free trip across Hinata.
MEMORY 3 Motoko walked down the corridors of Hinata Inn and saw Keitaro walk opposite of her direction from the other end. Nothing was out of the ordinary until Keitaro tripped and his face landed right in her chest. He noticed where his face was and immediately stood upright rigidly. "Motoko! I'm sorry!" he quickly blurted out. However, Motoko wouldn't hear it.
"You perverted, low-life male! Get out of my sight! Hiken, Hyatsu Karyouran!" The ever-invincible manager took the brutal attack and went back-first into the walls behind him.
END MEMORY
'Even after all the hell I, or everyone else for that matter, put him through, he still stays. Why? By now, any normal man would've become insane, or died, from the stress Urashima gets, or if they had common sense, they would've left early on. Yet.' Motoko trailed mentally. 'Yet, he stays.' Motoko's thoughts were derailed by the said man.
"Motoko?" Keitaro called. The said girl turned around to see the object of her thoughts in a white gi looking down, concerned. "Are you all right? You seem tired."
Motoko's tongue became a lead block as she barely managed to keep the sharp comment she saved for Keitaro from making its way through her mouth. Instead, she whispered, "Yes, I just overexerted myself during my training." It was the truth, to some extent.
"Ah. Well, you shouldn't train too hard, you can get sick again," Keitaro chided. He then sat next to her. "Are you going to meditate as we arranged?"
Motoko looked at him with a blank face. Then recognition flashed by as she recalled her request some time ago to meditate together. "Yes, I shall join you shortly after I relax myself," she said. Keitaro nodded, crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Seconds later, his breathing became a slow pattern, as if he was sleeping, and his face changed to show a very small smile. Motoko noticed it, then felt the same feeling of peace she did when she found him meditating the first time. It did wonders as her body relaxed and Motoko's mind slipped into meditation mode. She used this moment to contemplate about Keitaro further.
'Urashima Keitaro. Third-year ronin. Manager of an all-girls dormitory. Potential womanizer,' she mentally listed his characteristics, then paused. 'No, he isn't a womanizer anymore,' she corrected herself. 'Still, this list doesn't tell me why he intends on staying and suffering. He has almost never complained about his workload or anything else that had to do with the inn. He always took everything in stride. Now, he almost gladly does his work. Why?'
A familiar image flashed by. An image of her sister. An image of her sister and a younger version of herself standing in front of a stone column. An image of her sister smiling before she let loose her ki, then smiling as she let it loose, and finally still smiling after letting it loose and seeing the stone column crack down the middle, then break. An image of her ever-smiling sister.
It finally made sense; Motoko finally understood why he wanted to stay despite the hardships. 'It's because he enjoys what he does. That's why he never complains,' Motoko finished, then added with a tinge of sadness, 'Even despite my actions, he still enjoys it. Why?' Why does he hold nothing against me, or anyone else that does him harm?' She abruptly stopped meditating when she couldn't continue her train of thoughts. She looked to her side to still see Keitaro meditating, absolutely oblivious to his surroundings. A minute later, he stirred and noticed Motoko looking at him. "Motoko, is something wrong?" he asked.
Motoko did not register Keitaro's question or his end of meditation until some five seconds later. She looked at him for a moment, and then looked down. "Urashima," she started, and hesitated.
"Hmm?" the said man asked, confusion etched all over his face by her sudden quietness.
"Why?" she started, and paused again, not having the courage to ask the pressing question.
"Why what? Motoko, what's troubling you so much?" Keitaro asked as he shifted positions to sit in front of her as opposed to next to her. She noticed his change in position. Her head then snapped up.
"Why do you stay despite all the trouble you have to go through because of me?" she asked, almost on the brink of tears. "Why do you always forgive me for whatever atrocity I do on you?" Keitaro simply sighed and readjusted his glasses.
"I thought we had this discussion before. You never bore ill will towards me," he started, then noticed that it was slightly inaccurate. "Okay, probably some ill will in the beginning because a male was going to be a manager of a female dorm. But that's understandable. I've made numerous clumsy mistakes by walking in when you were.not presentable, I should say and I paid for them, dearly at times. But that's when you struck. You never struck at your own whim," he finished. Motoko had her head down, not being able to keep eye contact with him during his mini lecture.
"But I can never bring myself to forgive myself for these actions! What if I killed you? What if I harmed you so badly you lost a sense or worse? What if-" she got cut off by Keitaro patting her on her head.
"Let me get two points straight. One, nothing in the 'What if's happened, so there's no worry. Two, I will not forgive you," Motoko's eyes widened in shock, "unless you can forgive yourself," Keitaro told firmly but gently.
That did it. The emotional dam inside the girl broke and she latched onto Keitaro, letting loose her tears. The afternoon atmosphere was filled with a girl's loud and nonstop sobbing. Keitaro took her into his arms and hugged her gently as he rubbed her back. "It's OK," he repeatedly whispered, hoping that the girl would calm down. Five minutes of sobbing and a wet gi later, Motoko let go of him and brought herself upright. "Feeling better?" Keitaro asked. She smiled slightly and nodded. "Good. Now go take a bath, you look horrible," he half-joked and got up to head for his room.
"Urashima," Motoko called. Keitaro stopped and turned to face her. "Thank you," she said, smiling. She felt better, now that a great burden had been lifted off of her heart, and it only became lighter as Keitaro smiled back and gave her a thumbs up before heading back to his room.
TBC
A/N - If you noticed, this is quite a short chapter compared to the rest. I decided to keep it that way so I could make a Motoko-centric chapter. Expect the next few to be around this long.
GAH!!!!! Man.this is becoming harder and harder!! Whoever knew writing something introspective would be so hard? I really hope Motoko doesn't seem too OOC.well after all, she's human too and she also has feelings. I tried to model her after Vol. 9, chapter 73, or in the anime, episode 25. Whether I did a good job or not, it's up to you readers to decide so leave those reviews please!!!
The next few chapters are probably going to be hardest to write because I am going to attempt to write something from a couple people's different points of view. Kitsune - her character isn't clearly defined save her personality, laziness, trickery and the lack of serious moments between her and Keitaro. Okay, not lack, but quite few. Naru - I do not want to rehash what others came up with. Oh, and I cannot forget avoiding incredible amounts of WAFF; not that I have anything against it, but it just won't fit.
Thanks go to Harvey Bautista for some really suggestive reviews and also to Shinji-Ikari for prereading the previous chapter. Sorry I forgot to include your name beforehand!!! And thanks also go to Jun Chan for helping me out with the sword moves. Oh, and I can never forget you reviewers out there for constantly providing feedback!!! THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!
I also noticed another funny thing in the manga: we do not see Naru's little sister until, literally speaking, the very end. Funny eh?
Is this chapter sounding WAFFy? I hope not, because I've seen WAFFier.
If anyone wants to, you can always drop me a line at bugbeak@yahoo.com just for the hell of it.
Anyways, that's enough of my rants, whether they are relevant to the fic or not. Leave reviews please, as usual!!!
A/N - Thank you for those reviews. Either my fic's becoming good or it's becoming bad to get such reviews. Anyways, to those few people who have continuously read this fic, here's chapter 5. More notes at the end.
The residents of Hinata Inn arrived in front of the inn. By then, Suu and Shinobu had woken up, each gave their own form of greetings and walked up the massive amount of stairs. They all entered and Suu shouted out, "Tadaima!"
"Umm..Suu," Kitsune said. The foreign girl turned to face her, who, along with the rest of the residents, had a sweatdrop. "There's no one home."
"Ara, ara, what have I missed?" was heard as a figure with long brown hair and twin "antennas" like Naru's hair came downstairs. All the residents looked up to her in surprise.
"Mutsumi-san???" everyone else asked in surprise. Well, everyone except Haruka who had her indifferent mask on by the time they came in. A few seconds later, a turtle flew out behind Mutsumi and landed on Keitaro's head. "Myu myu myu!" it "myu"ed. Motoko, who walked behind him, took a couple steps back and mentally prepared herself.
Keitaro laughed as he looked up and patted Tama. "Yeah, I missed you too, Tama," he said. He looked around and sighed. "Aah.feels good to be home again. Back to manager duties!" He started towards the hot springs but felt a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Eh?" he asked, and followed the hand with his eyes. "Narusegawa?" he asked, confused.
"You shouldn't overexert yourself; this is your first day back," Naru said. She then blushed as she noticed Keitaro looking back at her.
Keitaro stood there, confused. He then noticed her hand still around his arm. "Umm.Narusegawa, thanks for being concerned about me, but can you please let go of my arm? You do have a strong grip," Her eyes widened and she looked at her still outstretched hand creating a vice-like grip on his arm. Instantaneously, she let go and pulled it back as if his arm was infected, blushing more, and everyone noticed it. "Seriously, I'm perfectly fine. Stop worrying too much over me," Keitaro said, facing the group, then headed for the hot springs as originally planned, with Tama on him. As he disappeared behind the red short curtains that said "Female", a lone sigh was heard within the group. Everyone turned to the source.
Naru looked around to see all the other residents looking back at her. "What?" she asked. Then she looked more closely to see Kitsune with her smirk and one eye visibly open and her hand on her chin, Shinobu with teary eyes and her hands balled into fists covering her chin, Suu looking up at her with curiosity as usual, Mutsumi simply smiling as usual and Motoko and Haruka giving looks of indifference. Intending on damage control, she looked at Shinobu and slightly bent over. "Shinobu," she started, but got cut off.
Shinobu stood there, scared as ever, and it took her all her willpower not to run away. However, it wasn't enough; the moment the older girl bent over to get closer to her, her will cracked. The mentioning of her name dealt the final blow. "Waaah!!!!" she screamed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" was heard as she ran towards her room.
"Shinobu, wait! It's not what you think!" Naru yelled in vain. "Mou." she sighed, then yawned. "I guess I'll go to bed for a while," she mumbled as she headed upstairs. She heard another yawn and saw Kitsune follow her with a sleepy expression. "Oh yeah, you were up too." She then looked towards Motoko, "Motoko-chan, aren't you tired?"
"No, Naru-sempai. I'm all right. I can go for days without sleep," Motoko answered, looking up. Naru looked back at her, amazed. Her voice was steady and she looked refreshed, save the red eyes, which were now losing its redness slowly.
'Whoa! This girl is amazing! She doesn't even look tired one bit! Speaking of looks, I probably look horrible right now,' Naru mused. "Oh well, we're headed to bed," she announced and continued her way upstairs, Kitsune closely following behind, inadvertently mirroring Naru's motions. A minute later, two doors opened and closed as both girls went in and fell asleep almost instantaneously.
"Ara, ara, everyone seems very tired. I think I will join Naru-san in her room as well," Mutsumi announced and followed the two drowsy women upstairs.
"Back to my room! I have to improve my mecha Tama!" Suu yelled excitedly. She quickly hugged Motoko then ran off to her room, leaving the kendo girl to herself in the living room. She then got up and headed for the outdoor patio.
'I do not understand. Urashima has just come from the hospital, and yet, he insists on doing chores, even when we don't want him to,' Motoko thought. She arrived at the patio, unsheathed her katana and grabbed it with both hands. She took it above her head, stuck a leg out, and finished with lunging forward and bringing the katana down in a fast, smooth arc, then stepped back. She repeated the motion constantly for another good twenty minutes, and then sat down to catch her breath. '1000 slashes, quite tiring, but very lightening,' she mused, breathing heavily. As her breathing slowed down to a more normal and relaxing pace, a thought struck her. 'Urashima, I truly hated you when you first stepped into Hinata Inn, and yet, you didn't seem bothered. Why do you continue to work so hard? Why do you continue to stay here, despite what we have put you through? No, why do you stay despite what I put you through?' As she asked that question, various memories came into mind.
MEMORIES START
MEMORY 1 Motoko started unwinding her wrappings around her chest when the door to her room opened. "Motoko, today's your turn to cook the rice," Keitaro announced, then froze. Motoko went from shock to anger.
"URASHIMA!" she screamed. "You will pay! Hiken, Zanteusen!"
"Wah!" Keitaro shouted as he barely dodged her sword. "I'm sorry! I really am!"
MEMORY 2 Motoko sat down in the hot springs in the early morning, relaxing and preparing her body for the day's training. Her silent reverie was broken when a door opened and someone ran in. "Idiot! I woke up late again! Need to wake early to clean hot springs!" She froze when she realized the voice sounded quite masculine. She turned around, and noticed Keitaro with his cleaning gear. He himself turned when he noticed a figure move from the corner of his eye. "Motoko?"
"Urashima!!!" she got up, holding onto her towel with one hand and grabbing her katana with the other. "Do you intend to get your filthy hands and eyes on a woman's body with the cover of the steam?"
"No! I didn't realize you were here! I'm sorry!" he shouted as he tried to beat a retreat.
"Hiken! Zangan Ken!" she yelled as she sent a burst of ki from her unsheathed katana. It hit its target head-on, sending the kanririn on a free trip across Hinata.
MEMORY 3 Motoko walked down the corridors of Hinata Inn and saw Keitaro walk opposite of her direction from the other end. Nothing was out of the ordinary until Keitaro tripped and his face landed right in her chest. He noticed where his face was and immediately stood upright rigidly. "Motoko! I'm sorry!" he quickly blurted out. However, Motoko wouldn't hear it.
"You perverted, low-life male! Get out of my sight! Hiken, Hyatsu Karyouran!" The ever-invincible manager took the brutal attack and went back-first into the walls behind him.
END MEMORY
'Even after all the hell I, or everyone else for that matter, put him through, he still stays. Why? By now, any normal man would've become insane, or died, from the stress Urashima gets, or if they had common sense, they would've left early on. Yet.' Motoko trailed mentally. 'Yet, he stays.' Motoko's thoughts were derailed by the said man.
"Motoko?" Keitaro called. The said girl turned around to see the object of her thoughts in a white gi looking down, concerned. "Are you all right? You seem tired."
Motoko's tongue became a lead block as she barely managed to keep the sharp comment she saved for Keitaro from making its way through her mouth. Instead, she whispered, "Yes, I just overexerted myself during my training." It was the truth, to some extent.
"Ah. Well, you shouldn't train too hard, you can get sick again," Keitaro chided. He then sat next to her. "Are you going to meditate as we arranged?"
Motoko looked at him with a blank face. Then recognition flashed by as she recalled her request some time ago to meditate together. "Yes, I shall join you shortly after I relax myself," she said. Keitaro nodded, crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Seconds later, his breathing became a slow pattern, as if he was sleeping, and his face changed to show a very small smile. Motoko noticed it, then felt the same feeling of peace she did when she found him meditating the first time. It did wonders as her body relaxed and Motoko's mind slipped into meditation mode. She used this moment to contemplate about Keitaro further.
'Urashima Keitaro. Third-year ronin. Manager of an all-girls dormitory. Potential womanizer,' she mentally listed his characteristics, then paused. 'No, he isn't a womanizer anymore,' she corrected herself. 'Still, this list doesn't tell me why he intends on staying and suffering. He has almost never complained about his workload or anything else that had to do with the inn. He always took everything in stride. Now, he almost gladly does his work. Why?'
A familiar image flashed by. An image of her sister. An image of her sister and a younger version of herself standing in front of a stone column. An image of her sister smiling before she let loose her ki, then smiling as she let it loose, and finally still smiling after letting it loose and seeing the stone column crack down the middle, then break. An image of her ever-smiling sister.
It finally made sense; Motoko finally understood why he wanted to stay despite the hardships. 'It's because he enjoys what he does. That's why he never complains,' Motoko finished, then added with a tinge of sadness, 'Even despite my actions, he still enjoys it. Why?' Why does he hold nothing against me, or anyone else that does him harm?' She abruptly stopped meditating when she couldn't continue her train of thoughts. She looked to her side to still see Keitaro meditating, absolutely oblivious to his surroundings. A minute later, he stirred and noticed Motoko looking at him. "Motoko, is something wrong?" he asked.
Motoko did not register Keitaro's question or his end of meditation until some five seconds later. She looked at him for a moment, and then looked down. "Urashima," she started, and hesitated.
"Hmm?" the said man asked, confusion etched all over his face by her sudden quietness.
"Why?" she started, and paused again, not having the courage to ask the pressing question.
"Why what? Motoko, what's troubling you so much?" Keitaro asked as he shifted positions to sit in front of her as opposed to next to her. She noticed his change in position. Her head then snapped up.
"Why do you stay despite all the trouble you have to go through because of me?" she asked, almost on the brink of tears. "Why do you always forgive me for whatever atrocity I do on you?" Keitaro simply sighed and readjusted his glasses.
"I thought we had this discussion before. You never bore ill will towards me," he started, then noticed that it was slightly inaccurate. "Okay, probably some ill will in the beginning because a male was going to be a manager of a female dorm. But that's understandable. I've made numerous clumsy mistakes by walking in when you were.not presentable, I should say and I paid for them, dearly at times. But that's when you struck. You never struck at your own whim," he finished. Motoko had her head down, not being able to keep eye contact with him during his mini lecture.
"But I can never bring myself to forgive myself for these actions! What if I killed you? What if I harmed you so badly you lost a sense or worse? What if-" she got cut off by Keitaro patting her on her head.
"Let me get two points straight. One, nothing in the 'What if's happened, so there's no worry. Two, I will not forgive you," Motoko's eyes widened in shock, "unless you can forgive yourself," Keitaro told firmly but gently.
That did it. The emotional dam inside the girl broke and she latched onto Keitaro, letting loose her tears. The afternoon atmosphere was filled with a girl's loud and nonstop sobbing. Keitaro took her into his arms and hugged her gently as he rubbed her back. "It's OK," he repeatedly whispered, hoping that the girl would calm down. Five minutes of sobbing and a wet gi later, Motoko let go of him and brought herself upright. "Feeling better?" Keitaro asked. She smiled slightly and nodded. "Good. Now go take a bath, you look horrible," he half-joked and got up to head for his room.
"Urashima," Motoko called. Keitaro stopped and turned to face her. "Thank you," she said, smiling. She felt better, now that a great burden had been lifted off of her heart, and it only became lighter as Keitaro smiled back and gave her a thumbs up before heading back to his room.
TBC
A/N - If you noticed, this is quite a short chapter compared to the rest. I decided to keep it that way so I could make a Motoko-centric chapter. Expect the next few to be around this long.
GAH!!!!! Man.this is becoming harder and harder!! Whoever knew writing something introspective would be so hard? I really hope Motoko doesn't seem too OOC.well after all, she's human too and she also has feelings. I tried to model her after Vol. 9, chapter 73, or in the anime, episode 25. Whether I did a good job or not, it's up to you readers to decide so leave those reviews please!!!
The next few chapters are probably going to be hardest to write because I am going to attempt to write something from a couple people's different points of view. Kitsune - her character isn't clearly defined save her personality, laziness, trickery and the lack of serious moments between her and Keitaro. Okay, not lack, but quite few. Naru - I do not want to rehash what others came up with. Oh, and I cannot forget avoiding incredible amounts of WAFF; not that I have anything against it, but it just won't fit.
Thanks go to Harvey Bautista for some really suggestive reviews and also to Shinji-Ikari for prereading the previous chapter. Sorry I forgot to include your name beforehand!!! And thanks also go to Jun Chan for helping me out with the sword moves. Oh, and I can never forget you reviewers out there for constantly providing feedback!!! THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!
I also noticed another funny thing in the manga: we do not see Naru's little sister until, literally speaking, the very end. Funny eh?
Is this chapter sounding WAFFy? I hope not, because I've seen WAFFier.
If anyone wants to, you can always drop me a line at bugbeak@yahoo.com just for the hell of it.
Anyways, that's enough of my rants, whether they are relevant to the fic or not. Leave reviews please, as usual!!!