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here. Love Hina is owned by Ken Akamatsu. This FanFic is purely for the
enjoyment of myself and for others to read. So please don't sue
To Help a Friend
(Somewhere)
"GOD'S CRY SCHOOL TORNADO STRIKE"
A flurry of Chi attacks flew from her katana attempting to break free from her invisible prison. Like her previous attempts.they failed. Each attack seemed to melt into the dark void that surrounded her, giving her no indication of their effectiveness..or lack of.
Motoko Aoyama wasn't bound by any conventional barrier, instead, her attempts to run from her present location (even at full speed) met with the same feeling--as if she was running in place rather than sprinting away.
She had reasoned that the location of the "walls' surrounding her should be found by studying the impact of any of her special attacks against them. However, all she succeeded in doing was waste her time. Realizing the futility of her efforts, she ceased any further attempts. Even the "floor" she stood on didn't give any feeling of solidity; she tried striking her katana against it earlier, only to have it slice through thin air. She scowled.
She further reasoned that seeing as she was able to stand (on what, she still didn't know) that she might as well sit. She did so, assuming her usual posture for when she meditates. She wanted to clear her mind with meditation, but found that to be impossible. She theorized the only possible explanation to this--she was already IN her mind, or at least on some subconscious level. She decided, instead, to examine what she could of her surroundings.
Each time she came to the same conclusion..it was black, an endless void of nothingness as far as her eyes can see. The only exception was the spotlight that surrounded her form as if this was some macabre theatre production, and she was the sole performer. Deciding to play her part, she had folded her arms across her chest as she focused her eyes straight ahead and yelled:
"COWARD! FACE ME IF YOU DARE! OR DO YOU HIDE IN THE DARKNESS LIKE THE VERMIN THAT YOU ARE!"
Out of nowhere, laughter filled the dark void, laced with Evil. So loud was it that it threatened to make her deaf-yet she remained still, her arms still crossed, unmoving. She did not want to give this being the satisfaction of knowing how much she desperately wanted to cover her ears .The laughter started to fade, only to be replaced by what looked like a pair of eyes---the color of blood, and they stared directly at Motoko's own. Still she did not move. Instead, she simply said:
"At last you show yourself coward. You who have taken honorable men and women before they fulfilled their potential and now seek to claim me as your latest prize. I defy you." She spat.
The void around her seemed to move for the first time since she arrived. The swirling masses seemed to have a life all their own as tendrils of darkness seemed to reach out to Motoko , threatening malicious intent---- yet she STILL did not move.
"Your parlor tricks bore me foul demon. Yes, I know what you truly are. If you wish to finish me, then do so and be quick about it!"
A slight chuckle could be heard from beyond her reach. The eyes appeared, once again, in front of her.
"Very impressive, girl." It began. "But then, I would expect no less from a member of the Aoyama family. Oh yes----I am VERY familiar with your bloodlines, as you already know." It chuckled again, amused with itself.
The fact that this demon has already claimed the life of her kin, as well as other warriors both past and present, was fact and didn't really faze her. She knew that it was the way of evil, to taunt and torture with words, as well as deeds. What DID unnerve her was the identity of the voice the demon decided to mimic.
The fact was not lost on the demon and said as much:
"Oh Motoko, Motoko. I thought hearing a familiar voice would put you at ease." A grotesque, smile formed under the floating eyes, delighted that it seemed to get to her. " Perhaps simply hearing him won't do. Oh nonono." It paused as if in thought "Ahhhhhhh . Forgive my rudeness Aoyama, perhaps you would rather SEE a familiar face to go with the voice."
Before Motoko could protest, the dark void seemed to swirl in front of her taking shape. To her distress, the demon decided to assume the form of the only man she had learned to trust these last few months and who she had just recently fought in the mortal plane..
"Urashima." she whispered to herself "No."
From outward appearances the figure that stood before her looked remarkably like the Innkeeper of the dorm (save for the blood red eyes and the dark tendrils that seemed to swirl around it). However, while the REAL landlord would always have a kindly disposition about him, the figure in front of her REEKED of evil. Amused by her reaction to this latest development, the demon deciding to pursue it.
"Yes Aoyama. Your beloved Urashima stands before you." He bows to her with anything BUT respect, mocking her.
" He is NOT my beloved demon." She says in defiance knowing full well that the demon believed none of it.
"Oh no? Not your beloved you say?" he poses as if in thought for a moment, then snaps its fingers as if a solution was found. " Then I supposed LYING to yourself has always come natural to you then?"
"What rubbish are you spewing coward?" replies Motoko, a little too hotly.
"Please Motoko! Remember where we ARE." Says the dark 'Keitaro' suddenly in front of her, inches from her lovely face while pointing to his head. We are in the recesses of your own MIND which means I have access to your most PRIVATE thoughts."
He chuckled again , amused by the look of both embarrassment and terror showing on Motoko's face.
"Why deny it Motoko? We both know how much you wish it was YOU and not that bitch Narusegawa that your beloved Urashima hungered for. How much you want him to hold you---to touch you. How you wish you can spend your evenings in his room with him...and NOT for studying for those blasted exams"
"Be silent!" warned Motoko. "I could never lust after that perverted excuse for a man."
"And she lies to herself again." Says the demon to noone in particular. Turning to face her he continues: "You don't believe he really is perverted do you? The so-called punishments he receives from you aren't because he is committing an act of lechery. On the contrary, the only reason you use your blade against him is because you want to emulate your wretched 'Naru- Sempai'. Isn't that true?"
Shaking her head violently she continues to deny his words.. "Silence! You know not what you say."
"Oh but I do, my dear Motoko. I also know that deep down you believe him to be an honorable man, a decent man, a man ...that you ACHE to share your bed with." She could see him grin evilly has he punctuated the last part of his statement-knowing them to be true.
"N-No." she said, as her body started to shake not believing that she was hearing every private thought she ever had about Keitaro from so dishonorable a being It made her seem-dirty somehow. She began to tightly grip the hilt of her katana.
The false landlord noted the action with some relish, licking its demonic lips in anticipation. It decided to finish this very amusing game.
"Tell me Motoko. If it wasn't for what the others thought---you wouldn't care if Urashima saw your naked body would you? In fact, you relish the moments that his clumsiness allows him a peek or two don't you?"
Motoko's grip was so tight that her knuckles were turning white.
"It's not a peek you want to give him is it? Oh no, you want to give him the full view. You want him to drink your naked form in ---before you ALLOW him to ravish your-"
"ENOUGH!" Motoko leaped from where she stood, determined to put an end to the demon's foul mouth.
"CUTTING DEMON SWORD SECOND FORM" cried Motoko, as waves of thunderous force was sent toward the unmoving form of the false Keitaro. The attack struck where the demon stood sending pieces of it everywhere.
Motoko landed, a relieved look on her lovely features as the demon seemed to be dispatched. She never saw a huge skeletal hand approach as it gripped her body faster then she could blink. From out of the dark ether the menacing voice could be heard as she struggled to break free.
"Foolish girl." It said disappointed. "Did you really think I'd be that easy to defeat?"
"Release me Foul Demon!" she yelled as she continued to struggle.
"I think not Motoko." it started. " Not when my REAL prey has yet to show himself."
Motoko stopped her struggle as this new information started to sink in. The sickness, the pain, all she has endured today was some sort of ruse by this demon----just so it can have someone else. To her horror, she immediately knew who the demon was referring to.
"What do you want with Urashima foul demon?" hoping to understand why this being wanted her friend.
"Oh nothing much." It began, noting the uneasiness in her manner. "Just to drink the life essence from so powerful a being."
Motoko couldn't believe what she was hearing. This being evidently knows more about Keitaro's fighting abilities than he knows himself. Powerful? How powerful? And why did it feel the need to use her as bait to trap him? What could be possibly gained by this? She knew the answer before the thought registered, gaining comfort with this knowledge.
"You FEAR him don't you?" asked the swordswoman. "That is why the need for subterfuge. You cannot claim him directly so you are using me to get to him."
The demon took its time to answer, as if a great secret had been discovered. She could feel its grip tighten around her.
"My dear Aoyama, you presume to know too much!" it said without much confidence.
"T-then k-kill me. If that is your wish." The hand didn't loosen its grip nor did it tighten. 'B-but then, you would loose your bait a-and he will never come."
The hand dropped her and she fell with a heavy thud on the supposed ground, knocking her out.(or more likely, that part of Motoko's mind was shut down). The demonic figure resembling Keitaro 'walked' toward the still form and knelt down next to it as soon as it approached. Whispering in her ear it said:
"Oh he will come alright. Even now in the mortal plane your friends are making plans to cure you. No doubt your beloved Urashima will volunteer to enter this realm---not knowing the fate that awaits him. And then my dear Motoko---I shall have my prize while you----you will serve as a delicious BONUS!!!
The sounds of evil laughter once again filled the dark void, awaiting whatever poor soul is foolish enough to enter.
Author's notes: Not much of one this time as I am dead tired from both working and writing today. I hope everyone had a great Christmas day and will have an even safer New Years. My many thanks for all who read Chapter 2 of To Be a Warrior or a Woman. I never realized how many people were waiting for me to get back to it( if the number of reviews are any indicator.WOW)
Keep letting me know how you like, or don't like my stories and try and make them better. Thank you and as always Plz READ and REVIEW!
To Help a Friend
(Somewhere)
"GOD'S CRY SCHOOL TORNADO STRIKE"
A flurry of Chi attacks flew from her katana attempting to break free from her invisible prison. Like her previous attempts.they failed. Each attack seemed to melt into the dark void that surrounded her, giving her no indication of their effectiveness..or lack of.
Motoko Aoyama wasn't bound by any conventional barrier, instead, her attempts to run from her present location (even at full speed) met with the same feeling--as if she was running in place rather than sprinting away.
She had reasoned that the location of the "walls' surrounding her should be found by studying the impact of any of her special attacks against them. However, all she succeeded in doing was waste her time. Realizing the futility of her efforts, she ceased any further attempts. Even the "floor" she stood on didn't give any feeling of solidity; she tried striking her katana against it earlier, only to have it slice through thin air. She scowled.
She further reasoned that seeing as she was able to stand (on what, she still didn't know) that she might as well sit. She did so, assuming her usual posture for when she meditates. She wanted to clear her mind with meditation, but found that to be impossible. She theorized the only possible explanation to this--she was already IN her mind, or at least on some subconscious level. She decided, instead, to examine what she could of her surroundings.
Each time she came to the same conclusion..it was black, an endless void of nothingness as far as her eyes can see. The only exception was the spotlight that surrounded her form as if this was some macabre theatre production, and she was the sole performer. Deciding to play her part, she had folded her arms across her chest as she focused her eyes straight ahead and yelled:
"COWARD! FACE ME IF YOU DARE! OR DO YOU HIDE IN THE DARKNESS LIKE THE VERMIN THAT YOU ARE!"
Out of nowhere, laughter filled the dark void, laced with Evil. So loud was it that it threatened to make her deaf-yet she remained still, her arms still crossed, unmoving. She did not want to give this being the satisfaction of knowing how much she desperately wanted to cover her ears .The laughter started to fade, only to be replaced by what looked like a pair of eyes---the color of blood, and they stared directly at Motoko's own. Still she did not move. Instead, she simply said:
"At last you show yourself coward. You who have taken honorable men and women before they fulfilled their potential and now seek to claim me as your latest prize. I defy you." She spat.
The void around her seemed to move for the first time since she arrived. The swirling masses seemed to have a life all their own as tendrils of darkness seemed to reach out to Motoko , threatening malicious intent---- yet she STILL did not move.
"Your parlor tricks bore me foul demon. Yes, I know what you truly are. If you wish to finish me, then do so and be quick about it!"
A slight chuckle could be heard from beyond her reach. The eyes appeared, once again, in front of her.
"Very impressive, girl." It began. "But then, I would expect no less from a member of the Aoyama family. Oh yes----I am VERY familiar with your bloodlines, as you already know." It chuckled again, amused with itself.
The fact that this demon has already claimed the life of her kin, as well as other warriors both past and present, was fact and didn't really faze her. She knew that it was the way of evil, to taunt and torture with words, as well as deeds. What DID unnerve her was the identity of the voice the demon decided to mimic.
The fact was not lost on the demon and said as much:
"Oh Motoko, Motoko. I thought hearing a familiar voice would put you at ease." A grotesque, smile formed under the floating eyes, delighted that it seemed to get to her. " Perhaps simply hearing him won't do. Oh nonono." It paused as if in thought "Ahhhhhhh . Forgive my rudeness Aoyama, perhaps you would rather SEE a familiar face to go with the voice."
Before Motoko could protest, the dark void seemed to swirl in front of her taking shape. To her distress, the demon decided to assume the form of the only man she had learned to trust these last few months and who she had just recently fought in the mortal plane..
"Urashima." she whispered to herself "No."
From outward appearances the figure that stood before her looked remarkably like the Innkeeper of the dorm (save for the blood red eyes and the dark tendrils that seemed to swirl around it). However, while the REAL landlord would always have a kindly disposition about him, the figure in front of her REEKED of evil. Amused by her reaction to this latest development, the demon deciding to pursue it.
"Yes Aoyama. Your beloved Urashima stands before you." He bows to her with anything BUT respect, mocking her.
" He is NOT my beloved demon." She says in defiance knowing full well that the demon believed none of it.
"Oh no? Not your beloved you say?" he poses as if in thought for a moment, then snaps its fingers as if a solution was found. " Then I supposed LYING to yourself has always come natural to you then?"
"What rubbish are you spewing coward?" replies Motoko, a little too hotly.
"Please Motoko! Remember where we ARE." Says the dark 'Keitaro' suddenly in front of her, inches from her lovely face while pointing to his head. We are in the recesses of your own MIND which means I have access to your most PRIVATE thoughts."
He chuckled again , amused by the look of both embarrassment and terror showing on Motoko's face.
"Why deny it Motoko? We both know how much you wish it was YOU and not that bitch Narusegawa that your beloved Urashima hungered for. How much you want him to hold you---to touch you. How you wish you can spend your evenings in his room with him...and NOT for studying for those blasted exams"
"Be silent!" warned Motoko. "I could never lust after that perverted excuse for a man."
"And she lies to herself again." Says the demon to noone in particular. Turning to face her he continues: "You don't believe he really is perverted do you? The so-called punishments he receives from you aren't because he is committing an act of lechery. On the contrary, the only reason you use your blade against him is because you want to emulate your wretched 'Naru- Sempai'. Isn't that true?"
Shaking her head violently she continues to deny his words.. "Silence! You know not what you say."
"Oh but I do, my dear Motoko. I also know that deep down you believe him to be an honorable man, a decent man, a man ...that you ACHE to share your bed with." She could see him grin evilly has he punctuated the last part of his statement-knowing them to be true.
"N-No." she said, as her body started to shake not believing that she was hearing every private thought she ever had about Keitaro from so dishonorable a being It made her seem-dirty somehow. She began to tightly grip the hilt of her katana.
The false landlord noted the action with some relish, licking its demonic lips in anticipation. It decided to finish this very amusing game.
"Tell me Motoko. If it wasn't for what the others thought---you wouldn't care if Urashima saw your naked body would you? In fact, you relish the moments that his clumsiness allows him a peek or two don't you?"
Motoko's grip was so tight that her knuckles were turning white.
"It's not a peek you want to give him is it? Oh no, you want to give him the full view. You want him to drink your naked form in ---before you ALLOW him to ravish your-"
"ENOUGH!" Motoko leaped from where she stood, determined to put an end to the demon's foul mouth.
"CUTTING DEMON SWORD SECOND FORM" cried Motoko, as waves of thunderous force was sent toward the unmoving form of the false Keitaro. The attack struck where the demon stood sending pieces of it everywhere.
Motoko landed, a relieved look on her lovely features as the demon seemed to be dispatched. She never saw a huge skeletal hand approach as it gripped her body faster then she could blink. From out of the dark ether the menacing voice could be heard as she struggled to break free.
"Foolish girl." It said disappointed. "Did you really think I'd be that easy to defeat?"
"Release me Foul Demon!" she yelled as she continued to struggle.
"I think not Motoko." it started. " Not when my REAL prey has yet to show himself."
Motoko stopped her struggle as this new information started to sink in. The sickness, the pain, all she has endured today was some sort of ruse by this demon----just so it can have someone else. To her horror, she immediately knew who the demon was referring to.
"What do you want with Urashima foul demon?" hoping to understand why this being wanted her friend.
"Oh nothing much." It began, noting the uneasiness in her manner. "Just to drink the life essence from so powerful a being."
Motoko couldn't believe what she was hearing. This being evidently knows more about Keitaro's fighting abilities than he knows himself. Powerful? How powerful? And why did it feel the need to use her as bait to trap him? What could be possibly gained by this? She knew the answer before the thought registered, gaining comfort with this knowledge.
"You FEAR him don't you?" asked the swordswoman. "That is why the need for subterfuge. You cannot claim him directly so you are using me to get to him."
The demon took its time to answer, as if a great secret had been discovered. She could feel its grip tighten around her.
"My dear Aoyama, you presume to know too much!" it said without much confidence.
"T-then k-kill me. If that is your wish." The hand didn't loosen its grip nor did it tighten. 'B-but then, you would loose your bait a-and he will never come."
The hand dropped her and she fell with a heavy thud on the supposed ground, knocking her out.(or more likely, that part of Motoko's mind was shut down). The demonic figure resembling Keitaro 'walked' toward the still form and knelt down next to it as soon as it approached. Whispering in her ear it said:
"Oh he will come alright. Even now in the mortal plane your friends are making plans to cure you. No doubt your beloved Urashima will volunteer to enter this realm---not knowing the fate that awaits him. And then my dear Motoko---I shall have my prize while you----you will serve as a delicious BONUS!!!
The sounds of evil laughter once again filled the dark void, awaiting whatever poor soul is foolish enough to enter.
Author's notes: Not much of one this time as I am dead tired from both working and writing today. I hope everyone had a great Christmas day and will have an even safer New Years. My many thanks for all who read Chapter 2 of To Be a Warrior or a Woman. I never realized how many people were waiting for me to get back to it( if the number of reviews are any indicator.WOW)
Keep letting me know how you like, or don't like my stories and try and make them better. Thank you and as always Plz READ and REVIEW!