Chapter 8 – Getting to know the Fox
Kitsune sat in her lonely room, a bottle of unopened sake in her hand. She was lost to world of the conscious. As she tried to stay away from the sake, her thoughts landed upon a certain male resident. 'If only,' she thought wistfully and took a large swig of her sake.
In another room, bangs and clicking could be heard. Inside, two fierce warriors of video game world were in incredible combat. The score had been perfectly tied thus far, but, at this point, the male in the room was losing badly. The game, TEKKEN TAG TOURNAMENT, the players, a still energetic Su and an unbelievably tanned Keitaro, the sims, Lei and Baek underneath Keitaro's control, and Jin and Devil underneath Su's palm.
One more hit would do Keitaro in, and he would be the first to lose. Out of the 861 matches they had fought, neither had won, only coming out in a draw. Keitaro desperately tried to make a comeback, while Su went in for the kill. Before Jin could land his spinning kick once more, Lei went into a backwards-flip kick. Quickly tagging out, Jin jumped up to meet Baek. A few kick flips and grapple moves later, the energy bars were once again equal. Su was now in a frenzy, trying desperately to land a finishing blow. As Devil began to fly up into a heat beam eyes attack, Baek landed a viscous axe kick on the purple demon, destroying Su's character.
Su whined a bit, then gave Keitaro a rib cracking hug. "Thanks onii- chan. That's the best round of T.T.T, I've ever had." Su said.
"Su...could yo..ou, please...my.ribs." Keitaro wheezed out. Keitaro took in a huge gulp of air as he glanced at the clock. "Good lord, we played right through the night!" Sure enough, Shinobu knocked on the door and announced that breakfast was ready. Keitaro shrugged and followed Su down the stairs, yawning and stretching along the way.
The rest of the tenants were there, save Kitsune, when the two got downstairs. "What happened, sempai?" Shinobu asked worriedly, thinking her dear sempai might have contracted some kind of disease.
"What are you talking about Shinobu?" Keitaro asked in his typical clueless manner.
"You're tanned, dork. That's what she means." Sara butted in as she reached over and grabbed a some sauce from Keitaro's plate.
"Sara, would you stop making up such f..." Keitaro stopped as he glanced down at his skin. "Holy cow..."
"It was probably from my room. You know, staying ther all noght and all." Su explained, oblivious to Naru's now twitching eyebrow.
"Oh yeah. I'd ask what's up with the whole theme, but after last night, I really don't want to know. I'm really sore from all those moves we tried." Keitaro concluded, secretly enjoying watching Naru flare under her glasses. "Well, I'm going to take a shower and get to work. Thanks for the food, Shinobu." Keitaro thanked as he walked away from the table, headed to his own private tub.
Kitsune lay in the hot springs, an empty bottle of sake at her hands. She tried to get up, but found she couldn't. She giggle a bit, still under the influence. She tried again, but couldn't. She giggled even more as she slowly slid under the water, blacking out.
A few feet above, Keitaro was drawn to the sounds of giggling. He looked over the enclosure of his bathing area and was surprised to find that it overlooked the hot springs. He smiled to himself as he watched the calm smooth surface, enjoying the view while the girls were away. As he looked on, he noticed that there were ripples in the surface. And, as he looked on still, he could barely make out the head of Kitsune. She wasn't moving.
Adrenaline took over and Keitaro jumped down into the springs. He waded over after recovering from his fall. Gingerly, he picked up Kitsune's unconscious body and hauled her out of the springs. [she's wearing a towel. I just don't get how they stay on in the series.]
Frantically searching for a pulse, Keitaros hand examined every part of her wrist. Going into a kind of frenzy, he plugged her nose and leaned in to perform mouth-to-mouth. The smell of sake quickly told him that she had fainted from the heat and alcohol.
Sighing one last time, Keitaro drew in his breath. He lowered his face unto hers and then sealed her lips with his own. He exhaled forcefully, trying to revive his tenant. After a pause to get more air, Keitaro leaned in again for a second time. This time, she was awake. He nearly choked when he saw her. He stumbled back, clutching his chest and releasing a sigh of relief that his tenant would live for another day.
After getting over his little panic attack, Keitaro rounded on Kitsune. "Are you alright? I mean, when I looked over from my bath and saw you lying there, not moving at all, I jumped down and dragged you up. What happened?"
Kitsune sat up and leaned against a rock. "I probably just had a little too much to drink. Again." Kitsune sighed before getting an idea. "Say, Mr. Manager, how much do you think that kiss was worth. I say at least two months free rent."
Keitaro's eyes bulged out of their sockets for a while before shrink back in. "What! You almost drown and now you're more worried about getting your rent paid. Jeez, I could never move on that fast." Keitaro said wistfully, before casting yet another concerned eye on Kitsune. "Are you sure you're alright? I mean..." he trailed of as he saw a tear form underneath Kitsune's eyes. He rushed over and put a comforting arm around her. "Hey," he cooed softly, "it's ok. We'll talk, but first, let's get out of her, the mist can't be doing you and good." As Kitsune nodded and stood up, a sudden thought came to Keitaro, (Man, this place never gets dull)
Minutes later, Keitaro and Kitsune sat in her room, Kitsune in jeans and an over sized sweater, leaving Keitaro in olive green khaki shorts and a blue mossimo shirt. Between them was an old, old table, that had seen more than it's fair share of elbow. Keitaro gazed at the Osaka native, worry, evident in his eyes. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Keitaro asked.
Kitsune remained silent. Keitaro looked around the room for the first time. In one corner were a series of paintings hung on the wall, in another a small shelf and closet. In yet another corner lay an ancient stereo system. Of course, what interested Keitaro the most, even more so than the treasure load of sketchpads, was a loose 'trapdoor' underneath the table he was seated at.
After glancing at Kitsune, he gestured towards the loose floor panels and asked, "May I?" All Kitsune did was give a wistful and forlorn smile, then nod slightly. Moving the table off a bit to the right, Keitaro gazed upon the panels and asked again, "Are you sure?" Again receiving that same smile and nod, Keitaro opened it up.
Naru turned the page again in her math textbook. She had nearly followed Keitaro and punched him into submission, when Su had told her that they had stayed up all night play some kind of video game. Su had fallen asleep as soon as breakfast was done and Motoko had left for a training retreat in Kyoto. Naru, Sara, Shinobu, and Kitsune were the only ones left in Hinata Sou. Sighing, she closed the book and walked out the door, deciding that a visit to Haruka's tea shop would be nice.
Sara rummaged about through the hidden tunnels of Hinata Sou, going over ones she had already visited to get any extra details down on her map. She pulled out a pen after reaching a dusty shaft and recorded the piece of mold growing along the outer lining of the tunnel.
Su turned over in her sleep, uttering one word, 'onii-chan'.
Shinobu folded the laundry, happy that the tenants had welcomed her and determined to keep it that way. She thought of all the Keitaro had done for her in the past two days and smiled even more. As she returned to the laundry room, she could help but blush at the thoughts about her sempai as they turned from G to NC17.
Keitaro looked at the items within the hidden compartment. Most of it was books, no journals that looked like they had seen a lot. The only other thing in there was a cooler. Opening the red box, Keitaro was startled to find bottles upon bottles of some of the finest sake in Japan.
Keitaro looked up and gave Kitsune a wide grin as he pulled out a bottle of raspberry wine, and two cups, saying "How about we start happy hour a little early today?"
A/N – Sorry It's a bit late, I've been busy
Kitsune sat in her lonely room, a bottle of unopened sake in her hand. She was lost to world of the conscious. As she tried to stay away from the sake, her thoughts landed upon a certain male resident. 'If only,' she thought wistfully and took a large swig of her sake.
In another room, bangs and clicking could be heard. Inside, two fierce warriors of video game world were in incredible combat. The score had been perfectly tied thus far, but, at this point, the male in the room was losing badly. The game, TEKKEN TAG TOURNAMENT, the players, a still energetic Su and an unbelievably tanned Keitaro, the sims, Lei and Baek underneath Keitaro's control, and Jin and Devil underneath Su's palm.
One more hit would do Keitaro in, and he would be the first to lose. Out of the 861 matches they had fought, neither had won, only coming out in a draw. Keitaro desperately tried to make a comeback, while Su went in for the kill. Before Jin could land his spinning kick once more, Lei went into a backwards-flip kick. Quickly tagging out, Jin jumped up to meet Baek. A few kick flips and grapple moves later, the energy bars were once again equal. Su was now in a frenzy, trying desperately to land a finishing blow. As Devil began to fly up into a heat beam eyes attack, Baek landed a viscous axe kick on the purple demon, destroying Su's character.
Su whined a bit, then gave Keitaro a rib cracking hug. "Thanks onii- chan. That's the best round of T.T.T, I've ever had." Su said.
"Su...could yo..ou, please...my.ribs." Keitaro wheezed out. Keitaro took in a huge gulp of air as he glanced at the clock. "Good lord, we played right through the night!" Sure enough, Shinobu knocked on the door and announced that breakfast was ready. Keitaro shrugged and followed Su down the stairs, yawning and stretching along the way.
The rest of the tenants were there, save Kitsune, when the two got downstairs. "What happened, sempai?" Shinobu asked worriedly, thinking her dear sempai might have contracted some kind of disease.
"What are you talking about Shinobu?" Keitaro asked in his typical clueless manner.
"You're tanned, dork. That's what she means." Sara butted in as she reached over and grabbed a some sauce from Keitaro's plate.
"Sara, would you stop making up such f..." Keitaro stopped as he glanced down at his skin. "Holy cow..."
"It was probably from my room. You know, staying ther all noght and all." Su explained, oblivious to Naru's now twitching eyebrow.
"Oh yeah. I'd ask what's up with the whole theme, but after last night, I really don't want to know. I'm really sore from all those moves we tried." Keitaro concluded, secretly enjoying watching Naru flare under her glasses. "Well, I'm going to take a shower and get to work. Thanks for the food, Shinobu." Keitaro thanked as he walked away from the table, headed to his own private tub.
Kitsune lay in the hot springs, an empty bottle of sake at her hands. She tried to get up, but found she couldn't. She giggle a bit, still under the influence. She tried again, but couldn't. She giggled even more as she slowly slid under the water, blacking out.
A few feet above, Keitaro was drawn to the sounds of giggling. He looked over the enclosure of his bathing area and was surprised to find that it overlooked the hot springs. He smiled to himself as he watched the calm smooth surface, enjoying the view while the girls were away. As he looked on, he noticed that there were ripples in the surface. And, as he looked on still, he could barely make out the head of Kitsune. She wasn't moving.
Adrenaline took over and Keitaro jumped down into the springs. He waded over after recovering from his fall. Gingerly, he picked up Kitsune's unconscious body and hauled her out of the springs. [she's wearing a towel. I just don't get how they stay on in the series.]
Frantically searching for a pulse, Keitaros hand examined every part of her wrist. Going into a kind of frenzy, he plugged her nose and leaned in to perform mouth-to-mouth. The smell of sake quickly told him that she had fainted from the heat and alcohol.
Sighing one last time, Keitaro drew in his breath. He lowered his face unto hers and then sealed her lips with his own. He exhaled forcefully, trying to revive his tenant. After a pause to get more air, Keitaro leaned in again for a second time. This time, she was awake. He nearly choked when he saw her. He stumbled back, clutching his chest and releasing a sigh of relief that his tenant would live for another day.
After getting over his little panic attack, Keitaro rounded on Kitsune. "Are you alright? I mean, when I looked over from my bath and saw you lying there, not moving at all, I jumped down and dragged you up. What happened?"
Kitsune sat up and leaned against a rock. "I probably just had a little too much to drink. Again." Kitsune sighed before getting an idea. "Say, Mr. Manager, how much do you think that kiss was worth. I say at least two months free rent."
Keitaro's eyes bulged out of their sockets for a while before shrink back in. "What! You almost drown and now you're more worried about getting your rent paid. Jeez, I could never move on that fast." Keitaro said wistfully, before casting yet another concerned eye on Kitsune. "Are you sure you're alright? I mean..." he trailed of as he saw a tear form underneath Kitsune's eyes. He rushed over and put a comforting arm around her. "Hey," he cooed softly, "it's ok. We'll talk, but first, let's get out of her, the mist can't be doing you and good." As Kitsune nodded and stood up, a sudden thought came to Keitaro, (Man, this place never gets dull)
Minutes later, Keitaro and Kitsune sat in her room, Kitsune in jeans and an over sized sweater, leaving Keitaro in olive green khaki shorts and a blue mossimo shirt. Between them was an old, old table, that had seen more than it's fair share of elbow. Keitaro gazed at the Osaka native, worry, evident in his eyes. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Keitaro asked.
Kitsune remained silent. Keitaro looked around the room for the first time. In one corner were a series of paintings hung on the wall, in another a small shelf and closet. In yet another corner lay an ancient stereo system. Of course, what interested Keitaro the most, even more so than the treasure load of sketchpads, was a loose 'trapdoor' underneath the table he was seated at.
After glancing at Kitsune, he gestured towards the loose floor panels and asked, "May I?" All Kitsune did was give a wistful and forlorn smile, then nod slightly. Moving the table off a bit to the right, Keitaro gazed upon the panels and asked again, "Are you sure?" Again receiving that same smile and nod, Keitaro opened it up.
Naru turned the page again in her math textbook. She had nearly followed Keitaro and punched him into submission, when Su had told her that they had stayed up all night play some kind of video game. Su had fallen asleep as soon as breakfast was done and Motoko had left for a training retreat in Kyoto. Naru, Sara, Shinobu, and Kitsune were the only ones left in Hinata Sou. Sighing, she closed the book and walked out the door, deciding that a visit to Haruka's tea shop would be nice.
Sara rummaged about through the hidden tunnels of Hinata Sou, going over ones she had already visited to get any extra details down on her map. She pulled out a pen after reaching a dusty shaft and recorded the piece of mold growing along the outer lining of the tunnel.
Su turned over in her sleep, uttering one word, 'onii-chan'.
Shinobu folded the laundry, happy that the tenants had welcomed her and determined to keep it that way. She thought of all the Keitaro had done for her in the past two days and smiled even more. As she returned to the laundry room, she could help but blush at the thoughts about her sempai as they turned from G to NC17.
Keitaro looked at the items within the hidden compartment. Most of it was books, no journals that looked like they had seen a lot. The only other thing in there was a cooler. Opening the red box, Keitaro was startled to find bottles upon bottles of some of the finest sake in Japan.
Keitaro looked up and gave Kitsune a wide grin as he pulled out a bottle of raspberry wine, and two cups, saying "How about we start happy hour a little early today?"
A/N – Sorry It's a bit late, I've been busy
