Disclaimer:  I do not own any part of Love Hina or it's characters.  I just borrow them to help with my story.  Don't sue because I have nothing you want.

Author's notes:  Sorry, sorry.  Been sort of busy these past few months, had to take some summer classes.  Anyways, we left off our story just when Keitaro took Motoko back to the Hinata-sou; Motoko lied about her in encounter with Keitaro, why would she do such a thing?  Well I guess you have to read to find out, so without further ado here is the sixth installment of A Warrior's Spirit.

A Warrior's Spirit

            Anger clouds the mind with an almost hazy distortion; it makes people do terrible things.  But anger can also be harnessed to fuel one's stamina and strength, so do we consider anger a gift or a curse?  This is the line of thought going through Keitaro Urameshi's head at this very moment, 'I lost control, and I gave in to my desires of violence and bloodlust.  What am I?  No human possesses the strength I wield, but no human also possesses the urges of destruction and strife I feel each and every day.'

            Contemplating the recent turn of events Keitaro cannot hope for anything other than banishment from the inn.  'I would be surprised if they didn't try to hang me as well, I inflicted such pain onto Motoko.  How would I go about the task of asking for her forgiveness?'  Pondering is useful when you are down on your luck and need a quick solution, but it is most dangerous when you are walking down steep stairs.  Thus it is not surprising that Keitaro tripped and started his tumbling down the heinous shrine steps.

            'Just great…oww…not that I don't have enough to worry about.  Now I have to deal with a twisted wrist and a few sprains on both my ankles.  Well one good thing came out of this; at least I made it to Aunt Haruka's teahouse.'

(In Motoko's Room)

            Tightening her bandages with a muffled scream Motoko now could set about the task of examining the situation she is in.  'Okay, he attacked me and beat me 3 steps to death's door.  No, no I attacked him and he only defended himself; but is that a true account of the incident?  I mean he was flaunting his dark aura throughout the city; there was no choice for me, right?  I am a sworn practitioner of the exorcism of demons; it was my duty to dispatch of the evil that I saw before me.'

            Motoko examines her room and finds a mess of bloodied bandages and the smell of rubbing alcohol.  'I must clean up this mess; I cannot allow such a blatant disregard for tidiness in my own room.  My bandages, that still leaves the question of why he wrapped up my wounds and nursed me during the night.  If he was truly a demon in human skin he would have either devoured me or thrown my carcass into a river.  Thus he must have some humanity inside him, maybe he is a man who is being possessed by an unruly demonic spirit?'  Picking the stray cloth and pins Motoko still cannot help wondering about the man who defeated as well as healed her; 'Lastly, what is this feeling that envelopes me when he is near?  I have never felt such warmth and comfort; it was almost like a mother's embrace but better.  I must stop thinking about that foul apparition; the most important thing for me to do right now is get as much rest as I can.  But how will I know that he will not plague my dreams and corrupt my inner soul?'

            Experiencing a feeling much like dread Motoko settled herself in her futon, hoping that the man who defeated her would not envelope her in the night to come.

(In Naru's room)

            Naru and Mitsune were curious to know what part Keitaro had to play in Motoko's injuries.  "He must have done something to her, he is a pervert scumbag that needs to be taught a lesson."

            "Now Naru you don't mean that, he is a good man and is not perverted in the least.  Why won't you just give him a chance?  I mean he is a nice guy and have you seen the way his butt moves when he walks.  It seems like a crime to have a body that hot, if he were more perverted maybe I could have gotten a feel."

            "You have got to be kidding me Mitsune, he is just a man nothing more, nothing less.  He went down the hill toward his aunt's teahouse do you think he is going to leave?"

            "What would it matter to you Naru?  I mean you just said he is just a man, is there any reason for him to stay?"

            "Well…I mean…well this inn needs a manager and he is currently holding the position.  Thus he is useful for now, maybe when we get a new manager he can leave."

            "Sempai can't leave, he is a good manager and it would be wrong to force him." stated a voice just outside Naru's room.

            "Shinobu is that you?  Come in, so we may discuss this person to person."

            "Yes, Naru-Sempai."

            Entering through the sliding door Shinobu hung her head in embarrassment for being called into the bedroom.  "Why would you want such a lecherous being to stay at an all girl's dormitory?"

            "He is not a pervert Naru-sempai, he is a good man and did a lot for me.  He provided me with a home when my parents were getting a divorce, and does not make me pay rent for staying here.  Keitaro-sempai is a good person and I don't want him to leave."

            "See there you go Naru, two votes say that he is a good person.  You are the only one that will not listen to reason or see what is so clear to the rest of us."

            "Yes, brother is good, good.  He make me banana split, give me extra bananas.  He make me happy when he play with me, but he destroy mecha but still good."

           Surprised by another voice coming from the ceiling, Naru and the others found Kaoru Su hanging onto the ceiling fan.  "Su get down from there, you are going to get hurt, how did you get into my room?"

            "Me find special passage that lead from my room to yours.  It very good for playing hide and seek.  Now why you say brother bad?"

            "Because he is Su, there is no other way to describe the incident with Motoko.  How else would she have received such severe wounds?"

            "You can't prove that he caused those injuries, and Motoko said no such thing that stated he did do it."

            "You and I both know that he had something to do with it.  The way he walked out of the inn was proof of that.  He may not have caused her wounds but he was surely an accomplice to the crime."

            "Enough of this hearsay and educated guesses, let's just go find him and ask him directly.  How bout it you guys?"

            "Sound good to me."

            "Yes, most acceptable Mitsune-sempai."

            "Oh alright, I'll go along with this stupid plan.  But don't forget I warned you guys about him."

            Sure of their course of action all four women left the inn in search of their mysterious manager.

(Back to Keitaro)

            Walking into the teahouse Keitaro instantly noticed a certain air of urgency.  Bewildered by this sudden feeling of dread Keitaro hastily went in search for his aunt, "Aunty Haruka where are you aunty?  Are you here?  Just shout if you hear my voice."

            Worry etching his face Keitaro hastened his pace to coincide with the new amount of fear he was facing.  'Where could she be?  God help whoever hurts her, I will tear their body limb from limb.  When I am done they will be begging me to end their life, but I will continue and torture them for another 8 days.'  Racing through the teahouse Keitaro has soon searched every room in the house and still no sign of Haruka.  'The only place left is the kitchen, better be cautious don't want them to get too overexcited, they might hurt Haruka by accident.'

            Approaching the door to the kitchen he hears deep sobbing and groaning coming from inside.  Throwing caution to the wind Keitaro bursts through the doors poised to strike any man down.  What he finds is Haruka sitting on the countertop crying her eyes out, 'Wha…What happened here?  Better go to her.'

            Hurrying to his aunt's side Keitaro embraces her in a warm hug, "Shh…it's okay…I am here.  What happened here Haruka?"

            Surprised by her nephew's sudden appearance Haruka did not have time to compose herself.  The reason that she was crying was that not 20 minutes beforehand she had seen Keitaro carrying Motoko up the stairs to the inn.  She was reminded of a scene from long ago when Keitaro's father did just the same thing.  Although it was not climbing a steep staircase like Keitaro did, it was an event that Haruka could never forget.  It was the moment she had fell in love with Keitaro's father, and it was also the moment that she had known what heartache felt like.

            You see although Haruka loved him he was already smitten with another woman; her heart felt like it was placed in a vise and squeezed to pieces.  The minute she felt what love was it was taken away, her world came crashing down and she became an emotionless woman.  That is until she met her nephew, he was just a child when she first met him but he had all the makings of being a great man.

            During the intervening years he grew into the man that had again stolen her heart, and with his personality she could not help but fall for him.  And now embracing Keitaro, Haruka could not help but feel utter joy in the fact that he cared so much for her well-being.  'And he has such strong arms too, whoa…got to get my mind off of his body.  But why would he be down here during the night?'

            During Haruka's introspective Keitaro has been steadily stroking her hair and body trying to calm her sobbing down.  'I still wonder what is wrong with her, she seemed alright the last time I checked on her.  I wonder what could have caused this.'

            Noticing that Haruka is not crying as severely as before Keitaro voiced his concerns.  "Haruka what happened?  Did someone come in here and rob the teahouse?"

            Not willing to give up the moment just yet Haruka embraced Keitaro even tighter and placed her head on his chest.  Listening to his heartbeat she then looked up into the concerned eyes of her nephew and spoke with a broken voice.

            "No…(sob) nothing like that.  But I…(sob) can't tell you about it yet."

            "Why can't you tell me Haruka?  I will never tell another living soul, you can trust me."

            "I know but it is very personal and I wish to keep it a secret only a little bit longer, please?"  Not one to refuse a pretty face Keitaro nodding his assent and continued to stroke Haruka to comfort her.  "But tell me one thing, this event did not happen today right?"

            "Yes, Keitaro it did not happen today.  It was a long forgotten memory that resurfaced after many years, it is one of the most painful of my memories."

            Surprised by his aunt's checkered past Keitaro did all he could from rampaging the city in search of whoever hurt his aunt.  Thus in the kitchen of Haruka's teahouse two people hung on to each other for all they were worth, lifelines connecting them to this world.

            Becoming bolder Haruka started to stroke Keitaro back as well inducing Keitaro to stiffen momentarily before again relaxing into her arms.  She drew circles in his back and trailed the spine of her nephew, Keitaro then did the same for her and created moans of pleasure to eject from his aunt's mouth.  Lost in the moment Haruka encircled her nephew's neck and brought his face toward her she initiated a chaste kiss, pleading with her mouth entry into his.

            Surprised by the kiss Keitaro nonetheless followed through and deepened the kiss by opening his mouth.  Their tongues battled each other, sometimes sucking the other's tongue into their own mouths.  Keitaro explored his aunt's body caressing every curve and settled on her waist, tearing the shirt from her jeans he caressed her skin with his battle weary hands.  Inching his way up her body and cupping her breasts around her bra, Haruka gasps at how strong his hands were and looked into her nephew's eyes, in their depths was lust like she had never seen before.  The fire in his eyes consumed her senses and she was soon lost to the ministrations of her nephew probing her very being.  But moments of passion are seldom left alone, thus it was inevitable a sound was heard.

            Breaking away like a beast in danger Keitaro literally leap from the table to the ceiling clinging onto it with his bare hands.  It would be the most humorous of positions in any other circumstances but now was not the time for laughter.  Clearing his head of the lust he felt just seconds ago Keitaro released his hold and went through the kitchen doors.  Only once looking back to the state of his aunt, disgusted by his actions Keitaro exited the kitchen in a foul mood.

            'Whoever did this will wish they never set foot in this teahouse, I will make them pay dearly.'  The individuals that were currently on Keitaro's hit list were in actuality the girls from the Hinata-sou.  All four had come down the steps in search of their resident manager, but while they were heading down Shinobu had accidentally slipped on a loose rock and could have fallen the whole way if not for the strong arms of Naru.  But that loose rock had alerted the lust-filled Keitaro that someone was coming to the teahouse.

            Laying in wait for his prey Keitaro did not have to wait long, Naru and the rest of the girls soon arrived.  They slid open the door and peered into the vast darkness of the teahouse, silently walking in they were surprised when the lights flashed on.  "Ahh…who is there, I have mace stand back.  I wouldn't attack us if I were you, I can take anyone down."

            "Naru, there is no need for threats I just wished to see who were intruding into my aunt's teahouse."

            Surprised by the voice just behind them all four girls jumped in surprise and fell into a heap of bodies and hair.  Su and Shinobu were on the bottom crushed by the curvaceous bodies of Naru and Mitsune.  Worried about the safety of the youngest residents Keitaro acted quickly, he carried Mitsune off first and placed her on a bench.  Next came Naru and then Su, finding a flattened Shinobu Keitaro checked her body for injuries.  Although she was piled upon by 300 lbs of human meat she seemed in perfect health other than being a little frazzled and having her hair mussed up.

            "Are you girls alright?  Especially you Shinobu, do you have any broken bones or sprained ankles?"

            "No, I believe we are fine."

            "Yes, there is nothing to worry about manager."

            "Brother, brother nothing broke."

            "Yes, I believe I am also fine Keitaro-sempai."

            "Good, then you guys rest here I have one thing to attend to."

(Five minutes before)

            Haruka was shocked by the sudden disappearance of the warmth by her side, opening her eyes she found to her surprise that Keitaro was hanging onto the ceiling much like a cat.  Before she could figure out what had happened Keitaro was already on the floor and heading toward the kitchen doors.  He looked back once with tear-filled eyes and rushed through the door like his life depended on it.

            Ashamed by her lustful behavior Haruka hurriedly straightened out her clothing while drying most of her tears.  'I did not just man handle my nephew and force my advances on him.  Now all I got to do is actually believe that and I will be fine.'  Knowing her nephew could handle himself against any aggressor Haruka set about the task of facing her nephew once more.  'What am I going to say?  Keitaro I am sorry I kissed you and felt you up we friends again?  Damn why did I have to kiss him?  And why did those girls have to come at this moment?  I would have at least had one night with him before he was too disgusted to recognize me as his aunt again.'

            Before long 5 minutes had past and Keitaro was again heading into the kitchen.  There would be a reckoning of epic proportions, but who would kill who?

            Once Keitaro had set foot into the kitchen he was again embraced by his aunt, not knowing what else to do he returned the gesture.  Clearing his throat Keitaro voiced his apology, "I am so sorry Aunt Haruka, I took advantage of you when you were in a vulnerable state.  I will understand if you never want to see me again, but know this I am still going to remember you as my most precious relative."

            Surprised by his apology Haruka hastily replied, "No, we were both in the wrong and there is no reason I see to stop seeing one another.  We will just take this event and put it in the past, now onto the girls.  What are they doing here?"

            Relieved by her calm demeanor and certain response Keitaro talked about the matter at hand, "Well I do not know, all I know is they came to see either you or me.  So let us not keep them waiting."

            "Sounds good to me, lead on nephew."

            Releasing Haruka from his embrace Keitaro could not help but feel a certain part of him had also been lost when they had released each other.  Never one to dwell on such things Keitaro set about the task of readying himself for the onslaught of questions that the girls would surely be waiting to ask.

            Making sure they are presentable both Keitaro and Haruka walked out into the dining room ready for whatever may come.

Author's Notes:  So how was it?  I got in a little time for Haruka and Keitaro, but don't worry I will not let it end there.  Also don't worry about the other girls they will all have their chances haha.  Anyways, R & R, please?  Peace I'm out.