This is takes place right after Episode 16 and 17. It also incorporates
some of the Manga version since Keitaro knows some martial arts (good
Martial arts at that too) make sure you've read the manga AND saw the anime
before reading this fic.
Keitaro sat in his room silent. Usually his minds would be overflowing with Naru. Or just staring at his dirty magazines but today it was different. He was thinking of a rather different girl. A rather powerful girl with uncanny skill with the katana, Motoko-chan, Keitaro shook his head. "What on earth am I thinking? If she knew I was picturing her like that." He could help but start to drool. He slapped himself and got up. "I'm need some fresh air." He muttered and walked out.
Motoko sat in her room meditating with her katana on her lap. Serene and quiet was the room because Su-Chan was not in the room at the moment. Her samurai movie posters hung on her side of the room and a secret book she was writing (about her and Keitaro) lay on her bed. Suddenly a picture of Keitaro smiling appeared in his hand. "What in the blazes?" she exclaimed. Her meditation broke and she started breathing rapidly. Her heart started to beat faster. "Damn him, I can't stop thinking about him. She got up and went for a stroll.
Keitaro sat on the rooftop staring at the skies. "Beautiful night." He tried to recognize some constellations but failed. Suddenly, a framework of Motoko appeared from the stars, startling Keitaro. "Whoa. weird. what in god's name is wrong with me. I love Naru. don't I?" He asked himself. He got up and started doing the exercises Seta-San taught him. His teacher was really good, his teaching method even better. In two short months, he was probably as good as Seta-Chan himself. Soon he was lost in his exercises, punching and kicking at the air.
Motoko walked up to the roof's balcony and started her katana techniques. Her sword cut through the air. She also did some of her techniques. The telekinetic energies destroyed the entire balcony. "Whoops." She said to herself. Haruka-san would not be happy when she sees that. She stops for a second and hears several fists and kicks being thrown. Along with some grunting sounds. She turns around to see Keitaro. He was in perfect shape and form. She has never seen him like that. She decided to test how good he is. She then felt a hot feeling in her cheeks. Was she. blushing? "How stupid." She muttered to herself. Yet she could not resist but continue blushing and smile. "Wow. Keitaro has never looked so. handsome." She shook her head and concentrated. She snuck up on the young man training. "SHIMNEI RYU KEN!" She screamed. Energy flew from he katana and was about to hit Keitaro but he rolled to the side and turned around.
"Motoko-chan! What did I do this time?" He asked in bewilderment.
"Show me how good you are!" She swung her katana in a huge arc. Almost slicing Keitaro's head off. He flipped back and was in shock.
"I don't think I can hit a girl." Keitaro wondered. Before he could think for long, a swirl of energy smashed him, causing him to slide across the rooftop. He got up and prepared himself. "Well. I don't think she's giving me a choice!" He ran up to her and did a series of punches, following it up with a well-done sweep kick, then with a scissors kick. Motoko barely blocked the last kick and her katana flew out of her hand. She dove for it and missed it by an inch. Keitaro was about to hit her but waited. He knew that she wasn't much of a fighter without her sword.
"What are you waiting for?" She yelled. Annoyed that KEITARO, of all people was taking it easy on her. Truthfully she couldn't fight, her mind was so focused on Keitaro's so chiseled body. She shook her head and latched onto the handle of her sword then swung it at Keitaro. It cut his shirt open and made a huge gash in his stomach. Blood started to pour from it. "Oh my god!" Motoko quickly sheathed her katana and helped Keitaro downstairs.
"Just a. flesh wound!" Keitaro laughed and fell to sleep on the couch. Motoko yelled for help. Everyone in the Hinata Inn woke up and Naru bandaged him up. He was resting when the people in the Inn were asking what happened.
"What the hell did he do?" Naru asked.
"Nothing. it was my fault, we were training-" Motoko started but was cut off by everyone gasping.
"Training? With Keitaro? He can fight?" Kitsune asked. Motoko began how it all started. Everyone in the inn was practically shocked that Keitaro could fight so well. Shinobu was blushing once again while Naru couldn't help but blush too. Soon it was over; Keitaro was back to normal the next day. He's damn tough. After that incident, Keitaro and Motoko started to train more often. Keitaro's martial arts improved while Motoko's skills with the sword also became better. Shinobu and Naru were obviously jealous but could do nothing. For they knew that if Keitaro tried anything, Motoko would use a swift "SHIMNEI RYU KEN!" and off Keitaro flies! But. will she? Every single time that Keitaro has Motoko in a lock or a grapple of some sort. Motoko would blush madly, but Keitaro, blindly would never notice.
Keitaro woke up the next morning. He got dressed and went downstairs to see everyone eating. It was the usual morning. Su-Chan was jumping around and trying to eat the turtle. Shinobu was cooking the food while Kitsune and Naru were talking amongst them. Motoko however wasn't sitting there like usual. She wasn't eating quietly either, she was in fact waiting for Keitaro. She was eager, she had just perfected another technique and wanted to see if he can dodge it. Or was there another reason? They ate, their eyes awkwardly meeting each other. They would blush and then turn to stare into their rice. Keitaro went to the ceiling to do his usual training. He had a basic day now. Training in the morning, study the afternoon for hours and then training, and then sleep. He got used to it and Motoko had a similar day. Except she trained almost 24/7.
Keitaro started with his usual push-ups and sit-ups. Then when he finished his hundredth sit-up, Motoko swung her katana at his head. He dodged it, expecting it, coming. He could sense the weapon cutting through the air. He flipped up and engaged Motoko in a heavy heat of battle. They would do the same thing over and over again. Except this time, Keitaro tripped, being the usual klutzy guy he is. He landed on Motoko. Usually, Motoko would immediately respond with a technique, blasting him away or just kicking him the stomach and pretend it was just part of the training. This time it was different. They were both blushing madly. They were so close. They could feel each other's breath, heartbeat and eyes travelling around. Their lips slowly met and Keitaro was never happy. Quickly, seconds after their small embrace, Keitaro flipped to the side next to Motoko. He looked at the ladder leading up to the ceiling. Naru was there. Tears almost in he eyes.
"Naru! It's not what you think!" Keitaro quickly got up and jumped down to the balcony. He followed Naru and tried to explain, she got over it and Keitaro would think of the kiss as a mere mistake and Motoko was probably exhausted, which would explain why she didn't blow him away; but Motoko never forgot that moment where they kissed. She would cherish it forever. Yet whenever she would think of it, she would merely sigh, knowing that Naru and Keitaro were destined together.
Keitaro sat in his room silent. Usually his minds would be overflowing with Naru. Or just staring at his dirty magazines but today it was different. He was thinking of a rather different girl. A rather powerful girl with uncanny skill with the katana, Motoko-chan, Keitaro shook his head. "What on earth am I thinking? If she knew I was picturing her like that." He could help but start to drool. He slapped himself and got up. "I'm need some fresh air." He muttered and walked out.
Motoko sat in her room meditating with her katana on her lap. Serene and quiet was the room because Su-Chan was not in the room at the moment. Her samurai movie posters hung on her side of the room and a secret book she was writing (about her and Keitaro) lay on her bed. Suddenly a picture of Keitaro smiling appeared in his hand. "What in the blazes?" she exclaimed. Her meditation broke and she started breathing rapidly. Her heart started to beat faster. "Damn him, I can't stop thinking about him. She got up and went for a stroll.
Keitaro sat on the rooftop staring at the skies. "Beautiful night." He tried to recognize some constellations but failed. Suddenly, a framework of Motoko appeared from the stars, startling Keitaro. "Whoa. weird. what in god's name is wrong with me. I love Naru. don't I?" He asked himself. He got up and started doing the exercises Seta-San taught him. His teacher was really good, his teaching method even better. In two short months, he was probably as good as Seta-Chan himself. Soon he was lost in his exercises, punching and kicking at the air.
Motoko walked up to the roof's balcony and started her katana techniques. Her sword cut through the air. She also did some of her techniques. The telekinetic energies destroyed the entire balcony. "Whoops." She said to herself. Haruka-san would not be happy when she sees that. She stops for a second and hears several fists and kicks being thrown. Along with some grunting sounds. She turns around to see Keitaro. He was in perfect shape and form. She has never seen him like that. She decided to test how good he is. She then felt a hot feeling in her cheeks. Was she. blushing? "How stupid." She muttered to herself. Yet she could not resist but continue blushing and smile. "Wow. Keitaro has never looked so. handsome." She shook her head and concentrated. She snuck up on the young man training. "SHIMNEI RYU KEN!" She screamed. Energy flew from he katana and was about to hit Keitaro but he rolled to the side and turned around.
"Motoko-chan! What did I do this time?" He asked in bewilderment.
"Show me how good you are!" She swung her katana in a huge arc. Almost slicing Keitaro's head off. He flipped back and was in shock.
"I don't think I can hit a girl." Keitaro wondered. Before he could think for long, a swirl of energy smashed him, causing him to slide across the rooftop. He got up and prepared himself. "Well. I don't think she's giving me a choice!" He ran up to her and did a series of punches, following it up with a well-done sweep kick, then with a scissors kick. Motoko barely blocked the last kick and her katana flew out of her hand. She dove for it and missed it by an inch. Keitaro was about to hit her but waited. He knew that she wasn't much of a fighter without her sword.
"What are you waiting for?" She yelled. Annoyed that KEITARO, of all people was taking it easy on her. Truthfully she couldn't fight, her mind was so focused on Keitaro's so chiseled body. She shook her head and latched onto the handle of her sword then swung it at Keitaro. It cut his shirt open and made a huge gash in his stomach. Blood started to pour from it. "Oh my god!" Motoko quickly sheathed her katana and helped Keitaro downstairs.
"Just a. flesh wound!" Keitaro laughed and fell to sleep on the couch. Motoko yelled for help. Everyone in the Hinata Inn woke up and Naru bandaged him up. He was resting when the people in the Inn were asking what happened.
"What the hell did he do?" Naru asked.
"Nothing. it was my fault, we were training-" Motoko started but was cut off by everyone gasping.
"Training? With Keitaro? He can fight?" Kitsune asked. Motoko began how it all started. Everyone in the inn was practically shocked that Keitaro could fight so well. Shinobu was blushing once again while Naru couldn't help but blush too. Soon it was over; Keitaro was back to normal the next day. He's damn tough. After that incident, Keitaro and Motoko started to train more often. Keitaro's martial arts improved while Motoko's skills with the sword also became better. Shinobu and Naru were obviously jealous but could do nothing. For they knew that if Keitaro tried anything, Motoko would use a swift "SHIMNEI RYU KEN!" and off Keitaro flies! But. will she? Every single time that Keitaro has Motoko in a lock or a grapple of some sort. Motoko would blush madly, but Keitaro, blindly would never notice.
Keitaro woke up the next morning. He got dressed and went downstairs to see everyone eating. It was the usual morning. Su-Chan was jumping around and trying to eat the turtle. Shinobu was cooking the food while Kitsune and Naru were talking amongst them. Motoko however wasn't sitting there like usual. She wasn't eating quietly either, she was in fact waiting for Keitaro. She was eager, she had just perfected another technique and wanted to see if he can dodge it. Or was there another reason? They ate, their eyes awkwardly meeting each other. They would blush and then turn to stare into their rice. Keitaro went to the ceiling to do his usual training. He had a basic day now. Training in the morning, study the afternoon for hours and then training, and then sleep. He got used to it and Motoko had a similar day. Except she trained almost 24/7.
Keitaro started with his usual push-ups and sit-ups. Then when he finished his hundredth sit-up, Motoko swung her katana at his head. He dodged it, expecting it, coming. He could sense the weapon cutting through the air. He flipped up and engaged Motoko in a heavy heat of battle. They would do the same thing over and over again. Except this time, Keitaro tripped, being the usual klutzy guy he is. He landed on Motoko. Usually, Motoko would immediately respond with a technique, blasting him away or just kicking him the stomach and pretend it was just part of the training. This time it was different. They were both blushing madly. They were so close. They could feel each other's breath, heartbeat and eyes travelling around. Their lips slowly met and Keitaro was never happy. Quickly, seconds after their small embrace, Keitaro flipped to the side next to Motoko. He looked at the ladder leading up to the ceiling. Naru was there. Tears almost in he eyes.
"Naru! It's not what you think!" Keitaro quickly got up and jumped down to the balcony. He followed Naru and tried to explain, she got over it and Keitaro would think of the kiss as a mere mistake and Motoko was probably exhausted, which would explain why she didn't blow him away; but Motoko never forgot that moment where they kissed. She would cherish it forever. Yet whenever she would think of it, she would merely sigh, knowing that Naru and Keitaro were destined together.