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Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina. I wish I did though... You can guess why. I think. XD

Love Hina is property of Ken Akamatsu, the master of comedy romance manga and anime. (Well, in my eyes.)

This is merely a work of fiction designed to entertain those with their own fantasies of this pairing.

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Author's Note:

Is it just me, or are there more KeiMoto fics than I thought? And there are so many better writers than me. XD -Dies.- I don't know, but I hope this story has the potential to rival that of many of the other great stories around . Anyways, just here to say hi! XD

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Kokoro no Tsubasa

Wings of Heart

Chapter 6

The city lights were brilliant, the neon colors advertising that which they wanted to sell to the people who wandered by. It was strange to be in a dress once again, ever since that time when I had fallen under a spell of depression, caused by my inability to fight Tsuruko. But I remember when Keitaro had brought me from those depths, taken me from that anguish and put me to my normal self once again. And for that I could not forget him. I was surprised how a simple change of clothing made me think, the attire reminding me of the memories which I held within my own mind.

People have always asked me: "How have you kept learning the sword for so many years?" And I've often replied: "Because I love it within all that I possess."

So now I realize how stupid I have been ever since I was a child. Ever since Hinata-sou, life has changed so much. And to what extent, I ask myself? So much that I have come to realize the true meaning of living.

I've always thought it foolish, for all those writers and poets to place something such as love in writing. Their constant ramblings of how some strange feeling affected their lives seemed to stupid at the time. THey always quoted themselves in their characters, seeking love or something of the like. Or perhaps wanting to understand. I feel as if I can understand many of their stories now, of how one person has to gather the courage to ask something. Ask something important.

I wish I had that kind of courage.

"Motoko? Hey!"

"Urashima?"

"Careful!"

A strong arm grabbed me, pulling me backwards just as I felt one of my feet touch nothing as it tried to place itself upon the cement sidewalk. The shock came, and I could do nothing but fall back into his arms. This constant thinking was beginning to leave its effects.

"Are you hurt?" he whispered, carefully placing me back on my feet.

I managed to stand.

"No, you saved me just in time." I felt my cheeks become hot. It started only recently, that Keitaro would be the one helping me. I was become so inept at simply even walking, so awkward in my steps as I my attention was diverted.

"You need to watch out more," he said, chuckling softly. "At this rate, you'll be in the hospital again in no time!"

"But it's all because of you..."

Quickly I recovered myself, realizing I had said what my mind was thinking. I didn't know if he had heard it or not, and if he did, whether he took it the wrong way or not, as if I was blaming him for being so clumsy. What was I to do?

'You can do only one thing, Motoko... And that's confess.'

I would have answered the all-knowing voice within my own mind, but Keitaro and taken a step and placed himself beside me, looking at me inquiringly. I finally noticed the sign that signified there was a sewer opening that was currently used for maintenance.

I sighed, realizing that Keitaro had dressed for such an occasion and had found himself trying to prevent me from hurting myself. We began walking again, not as far as I thought. We were still in the part of town where many hotels and restaurants were located, placed there by wealthy entrepreneurs. I found that we had stopped infront of a foreign place, some expensive restaurant that servered European cuisine.

"Urashiama? Let's go, there's no need to-" But I was cut off by his hand.

"Since this was the first time you've ever gone out in this fashion, I thought we might as well treat ourselves to something such as this." He laughed, and then smiled at me.

I felt so horrid now, disgusted at myself because of how I had caused him so much trouble, and yet he was so kind to me still. This only brought fear within me. This was one of my few chances to finally admit to him, and yet I was both too afraid and too undeserving of what he would say. I had no right to ask him such a thing. But I remember what I had been taught practicing Shinmei-Ryuu in Kyoto. Tsuruko had taught me that doing something brave against all odds was only worth it if the courage there was for something real, something true to the person's heart.

And so it was then that she told me of how she had met her husband, but I had not understood at the time back then. But now I did. I was glad she let me understand something.

Keitaro gently placed a hand on my shoulder, knowing that I would not strike him down, as I would have but a week or two ago.

Oh how time flies.

"Motoko, let's go in. Since it's only the two of us, I thought we could talk about some things."

I felt something within me ignite at those words, a pounding within my chest stronger than ever before. I felt anxiety for the first time in the night, wondering what it was that he wanted to tell me. I found myself wanting to admit all these feelings for him, and yet he was the one who was telling me these words. So what could I do?

I finally realized why he was dressed as such, his shirt and collar, as well as long pants. It was strange to think that I had worn something that could be accepted at a restaurant of this caliber.

The silvery lancings on my dress were highlighted by the light as we stepped in, Keitaro telling the receptionist that he had a table already on reserve. I noticed all the other women and what they wore. Some peach, some red, and some blue, but all their colors were beautifully brought out by the skill of whoever had made the design. They were all beautiful, and mine was only a silvery white dress of with soft, opaque blue. The shoes I wore were far from high heels, but I knew he wouldn't mind.

A waiter came and led us far into the back of the building, taking us two an area were several booths were located. I was surprised as to why Keitaro had reserved such a seat. After ordering the food, we sat in silence, listening to the chatter of the restaurant.

"Urashima? This place is quite amazing... Tell me, what have you to tell me?" I bravely chanced at beginning some form of conversation, wondering what it would hold for me.

"I was afraid to tell the others... But..." He paused for a moment, allowing me to feel the own constricting within me, almost ready to implode upon itself.

"Well, the thing is... Naru... She called me the other day, before your match. And she asked me how I was. Well, we began talking, and she told me she wanted to come back. I didn't know what to say... So she quickly apologized for being so abrupt. And well, she said she wanted to meet me. And well, I want you to cover for me when I leave. Right now, I'm afraid of causing havoc back at Hinata-sou. And since you're about the only one I can depend on, well, because you and Haruka are the only ones who wont chase after me like Mitsune or Shinobu would.

"And well, I would really appreciate it if you could just cover for me for about two days. I need to take the train and everything, and I'll find some place to stay. Anyways, please, I'm asking you."

The food had come, brilliant colors placed on a plate to be enjoyed by others. But now I had no appetite. I was confused as to how Naru could be so bold to finally call Keitaro to come see her. I was too late, and I felt as if I would never have a chance again. So now I had to decide, quickly, whether to accept his please or not.

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Lol! I had an hour to write this because my class is starting soon. I mean, argh, I had this strange urge to just begin writing and here I am! XD Anyways, I hope I can get back the reviewers I lost during my down time. Anyways, I hope to develope this into the final part of this story. I'm starting to get ideas for a sequel already. Whoo, looks like writer's block is gone too.

Anyways, R&R! -Ky