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Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina. If I did, Keitaro wouldn't have married Naru. Anyways, Love Hina is property of Ken Akamatsu. This work is purely fiction and not influenced by the original author's (Akamatsu) whims.
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Awww, thanks guys. Cough cough XD I know, Bob, it's hard for me to write the first person thoughts as well, because sometimes, when you write, the character is sort of explaining things. I only put the most important things into (') because otherwise, there'd be no form of narator. I know it sounds wierd, but I've understood first person writing to possess a hard time thinking and explaining things. Just remember than normal words can sometimes be thoughts, but they're not important enough to be used but for describing things.
Pfft, HinaGuy, c'mon man... You think I'd kill my third favorite character of all time? I love Mo-chan. -Hugs his version. She whacks him with nodachi.- Ow... No worries, I won't torment her any longer. The final episode WILL BE REVEALED! ... In more chapters to come. Now, will Motoko really stand around and let Keitaro see Naru? Or will she chase after him?
Anyways, I never expected to get so many reviews in one day. -Falls over And dies.- You guys are great. Even if the comments have been attacks on my stupidity, I don't care! I only have a few more days before the one month anniversary of this story. Weeee.
-Currently watching/reading:Listening to:
Chobits (Anime)Syunikiss - Malice Mizer
Vandread (Anime)
Tsubasa Resevoir Chronicles (Manga)Favorite Anime characters (Someone sent an e-mail and asked):
xxxHOLiC (Manga)(Female) 1.)Kagurazaka Asuna (Mahou Sensei Negima)
Mahou Sensei Negima (Manga)(Female) 2.)Nagase Kaede (Mahou Sensei Negima)
Love Hina Again (For the third time...) (Anime)(Female) 3.)Aoyama Motoko (Love Hina)
(Female) 4.)Sakurazaki Setsuna (Mahou Sensei Negima) -And-
(Female) 4.)Konoka Konoe (Mahou Sense Negima)
(Male) 5.)Li Syaoran (Tsubasa Resevoir Chronicles) -And-
(Male) 5.)Negi Springfield (Mahou Sensei Negima) -And-
(Male) 5.)Keitaro Urashima (Love Hina)
Curious, aren't some of us? Anyways, here's the next chapter, and Jamie, yep, I know it's short. It's been out for a month now. It'll get longer by the next month. XD And don't sweat it. Just start writing. I've never taken any classes, and my education only goes up to 8th grade. (Entering high school... Ewww!) Don't just sit there are read, place your thoughts on paper (or on the computer) too!
Ja
-Ky
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Kokoro no Tsubasa
Wings of the Heart
Chapter 8
It was a beautiful morning the day Keitaro was to leave, the sky darkened by ethereal clouds of grey. I had been practicing the daily routines, gently moving the body as it was a tool of the soul. He had found me early in the morning, almost two hours before the usual time he woke up.
"I guess he couldn't sleep either," I muttered, not wanting to see him after what had occured the eve before.
But he said no word, instead, grasped his shinai in his hands, and proceeded to begin his routine as well. Strangely, his awkwardness had been eliminated the night before, his determination already setting him to finish this epoch of his life. His movements were smooth, graceful and yet powerful as he moved, shifting his balance, pivoting on his feet, extending his arms and retracting them as he moved his wrists to shift the position of the wooden sword.
I had yet to teach him anything that was contained within my family alone, as Keitaro was only beginning to advance into an intermediate level. But I realized, that perhaps in another year, he would become an adept student that could be sent away to study within the original environment of a Shinmei-Ryuu swordsman. Strange how I could almost imagine myself going with him, guiding him in his training, and he would teach me things in return...
I felt a furious blush come to me, cheeks lit with a burning sensation.
'Teach me what? Things like how to deal with people, or study for Toudai, no doubt.'
My inner voice would only laugh at me. 'Or perhaps what it is to be touched by bare skin, is more like it. Shame on you, thinking such thoughts!'
'Damn you! By the Gods... What have I become? I must purify these thoughts!'
Working to no avail, her tries at losing herself in the rhythms of her art did not succeed at drawing her mind away. Eventually, the fruitless attempt led to the inevitable question once again.
'So am I to follow him? Is it for me to do something so dishonorable?'
But it feels even worse to let him go...
'I told myself that I wouldn't let him leave me because I did not have to courage to tell him... I have to go, otherwise I'll never know... Courage... It can apply to anything. And this is one of the places I'll need it most.'
I sighed softly, realizing that the sky was already lightened, ready to embrace the warmth of the sun's early morning touch. I set the practice weapon down, sitting down upon the layered tiles of the roof.
I heard Keitaro's laugh. It seemed he was so carefree now, as he had once been...
'You were really amazing, Motoko. I've never seen someone move so fast, beautifully and with strength all at the same time. I wonder what made you work so hard just then?"
"Nothing, Urashima. I just felt I had miss some practice before, and needed to make up for it." Strange, to lie so much...
"Well... This is it then, isn't it?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he was whispering to himself.
Somehow I merely shook my head. The silence was welcoming.
Strange how the sun was to rise any minute, bringing about a sudden, amount of light as well. I felt, for the first time, how awkwardly romantic it was to sit here with him, someone who only called me a friend. I was surprised at my own thoughts.
As I turned my head to look at him, I found that he had settled himself right next to where I sat, waiting to see the beautiful, and yet ordinary occurance. But he sat there, watching... Watching it with me. Almost as if I had no control over them, I felt my right hand raise, and extend to where he sat. But the hand faltered, stopping as it came to a rest on his arm.
Surprisingly, he smiled softly, but did not look at me. I realized I had been staring, and turned around, but kept the hand against him. I felt warm fingers slide against mine, gently slipping in between my fingers. I knew that something would not prevent me now, as I felt my own heart pushing me two go closer to him, to merely enjoy how near he was. I felt my legs move of their own accord, raising me and my numb mind, and settling down right next to Keitaro.
I felt the hand that held mine slip away, only to return wrapped around me. I was surprised, and when suddenly pulled, I felt myself suddenly leaning against his chest, lightly toned from the constant workouts we had practiced together. I closed my eyes, knowing this was yet another dream. To feel his touch was something that was still foreign, beyond the line, despite all that had occured between us.
I didn't know whether to believe it or not. Had he feveloped his own feelings in the time that he had been my protector, the one to always save me from my own inability to cope with the feelings I held?
No, it was far too much of a dream come true to be real.
As I sat there, almost coming to tears by the thoughts I held, the blazing orb of light came forth, igniting the entire sky with the eternal colors of sunrise. His arms closed even tighter, and I realized that I had begun crying. The tears flowed freely, seeking to be released from the confused heart within me. And yet I also realized that this was no dream. That the man who held me within his protective arms was actually Keitaro, the one I harbored feelings for.
But I had a feeling he wouldn't come back. If he met with Naru, he would forget me. What was I, compared to the girl who had held his heart for so long? His promised girl was waiting for him. I could tell.
But we stayed together, merely enjoying the closeness of our bodies, close contact something that was no so far away now, but right here, at the present.
But I felt my eyesd close, as I became tired from all this that had happened to me. And without realizing it, I let the darkness overcome me.
