Disclaimer: I do not, or have ever owned Love Hina, and do not claim credit for its creation. Love Hina is the property of its respective owners. I use their characters here without consent, for non-profit intentions for the enjoyment of you the reader. The idea of this fic, is not of my own, and I have _not_ asked for permission to use this idea. I do not claim this idea that was inspired by a Ranma fic by Adrian D. Moten to have originated in my thoughts whatsoever.

In the final chapter, I will site the story and the link of the story that I followed as a foundation for this story.

Preliminary Author's notes

Well it's been brought to my attention, via reviews, that this is bordering on plagiarism. Yes. Yes it was. I suppose, by recommendation of this reviewer, that I will write the rest of it without being a reflection of the other story. I apologize for my actions. And thus begins a new chapter, all me, of...

When Things Happen

Chapter 3-Odd Behavior

Keitaro awoke warily. The world seemed so much more real now than it had since he had moved into the Hinata Sou. He supposed it was now the seriousness of reality has now fallen upon his shoulders. He never thought of the repercussions of what he'd done beyond Narusagewa's infamous wrath. That night, that passion, was never supposed to have been. Keitaro wearily went to the nearest bathroom to brush his teeth before the morning breakfast.

*****

Motoko grimaced as she once again filled the toilet with remnants of whatever food that could possibly still be digesting in her stomach. Motoko's mouth felt raw from the many times she wiped her mouth after vomiting. She was beginning to show her sickness. She didn't want too many questions asked because it made her uncomfortable. She didn't want to make them worry, but she wasn't ready to reveal the true reason behind her current condition. She heard the bathroom door open and she turned to see Urashima. She reached for her bokken and then sighed and set it down.

"Morning Keitaro."

In private, facades were unnecessary. They had to deal with this problem together. At least SHE had to deal with this. She turned to Keitaro after she finished her third time brushing, necessary because of her constant vomiting.

"Keitaro.... You don't have to worry. I ...will accept this responsibility myself if I have to."

Keitaro cupped her chin from behind and turned her to look into her eyes.

"Motoko, what about the child? Would it be good for it to grow up fatherless? A bastard child?"

Motoko can no longer look Keitaro in the eye, and looked downwards.

"I...."

"Motoko-chan, with the social prejudices against him or her.... I will not allow that for my child.

Motoko's eyes sparkled with unshed tears and her gaze captures Keitaro's. "Keitaro. I want you to be happy."

"Motoko..." Keitaro closed his eyes, absorbing the emotions he perceives from Motoko and what they evoke in him. She genuinely meant them. "I want this child." Keitaro added as a second thought, "regardless of the consequences."

"But... we can't keep this a secret from them forever, my lover."

"Yes. I know."

***

Keitaro proceeded to do his managerial duties, albeit with a little less enthusiasm than usual. He takes forever to do the things that he can do in a few minutes. While cleaning he takes time to ponder on this disastrous situation he landed himself in. He has no idea WHY he did what he did. Who am I kidding, I KNOW why I did it. If anything I'm the one at fault. I took advantage of Motoko.

Naru approaches Keitaro as she leaves her room for a quick snack break from studying.

"Aren't you done yet, baka?"

Keitaro almost jumps reflexively in guilt, momentarily imagining informing everyone, with Naru's as the greatest reaction. This time, perhaps his immortality cannot save his hide. Her inevitable response would be enough to shatter his soul. He shivered in reflection.

"What's wrong?"

Naru approached Keitaro deftly in one step and put a hand to his head. He lifted his gaze to capture a glimpse of his soon to be former love. She looked on with concern as she checked his temperature.

"You don't look so good."

As Naru began to remove her hand, Keitaro suddenly took her in embrace. Naru was too shocked to respond immediately. He mumbled something Naru couldn't make out.

"K-Keitaro. Wha-What is it?"

"I'm sorry."

Naru awkwardly put her hands around him, his intentions not seeming perverted.

"For what?"

"You'll know in a little while."

Naru's eyes widened at Keitaro's words. There was something, imperceivably sad about his tone.

"Keitaro...."

"I'm sorry. Always remember that."

At this point, Naru was beginning to get frightened. Something seemed very serious, despite the normal comical air around the Hinata Sou. Naru stood in Keitaro's shadow, as he left to continue his duties. Naru would be so preoccupied with Keitaro's strange behavior that she was unable to study.

***

Motoko went to her school, as per usual. She had her head hung dejectedly in thought as she held onto the bars in the bullet train. She went particularly easy on this one pervert trying to grope her. He was lucky nothing was broken besides his glasses.

When she went by Su's school, to walk with her home, Su noticed Motoko's sad mood.

"Ah, Whatsa wrong Motoko?"

Motoko snapped out of her reverie to give Su a sad smile.

"Nothing. Just...tired." She figured that was a good excuse.

"But...Motoko isn't ever tired often..."

But I will feel so tired after this emotional ordeal. I feel tired of keeping it a secret. I need to talk to Keitaro.

***

After Naru's several attempts to focus on studying, she went looking for Keitaro to demand an explanation. She didn't like him scaring her like that. Until that afternoon, all of her quests to find Keitaro brought nothing as he eluded her.

Naru walked to the front door, at the sound of someone entering, hoping it was Keitaro. She found Keitaro, but not coming inside from the door. He came from an alternate door to the reception area (this was a former hotel), and meeting Motoko as Su dashed off to meet with her "Minister of Mischief," Sara. She witnessed as Motoko actually talked sensibly with him, the two emanating an aura of humble seriousness. That was something Naru wasn't used to. Across the room the conversation waged on.

***

"Keitaro. I do not know how much longer I can bear the burden of this secret. It will have to come out sometime, and it is better it is from our mouths than the sizable swell of my belly."

"I know, Motoko-chan. I...I'm so sorry that I did this to you. I could never make it up to you. I...took advantage of you."

Motoko looked sadly into his eyes, but hers held no regret.

"Keitaro. I am quite capable of taking care of myself, and even your immortal hide if necessary," she said with grim humor.

"But...it's not physically, but emotionally I took advantage of you. You were vulnerable."

"Keitaro..." Motoko put a hand to his cheek. "I...needed comfort. You gave it to me. I should have thought of the consequences before accepting your ...comfort. And, you now have made me a mother to have a beautiful child."

"But..." A finger found his lips to stop further speech.

"Tonight. You should probably fix dinner or something, and talk to them to prepare them for the news so it won't hit quite as hard. I don't think it would do too much good, but announce that you have something important to tell them at dinner."

"But...."

"If you don't, I will. I think it would be better to hear an explanation from your mouth, than mine first. I will follow, if chaos has not yet erupted."

Keitaro looked grimly down. He turned to see they had an audience.

"Naru..." He said sadly, with a hint of surprise, drowned out by acceptance of the following result.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" Naru had witnessed, what from her point of view appeared to be an affectionate display.

"Na-" He didn't get to complete his words before Naru continued with her brilliant, if admittedly biased conclusion.

"HAVE YOU BLACKMAILED HER OR SOMETHING?! HUH? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MOTOKO!?"

Keitaro muttered a response.

"WHAT!?!" Naru all but screamed.

"More than you know..."

At this point Naru's vision became hazy with anger as she pelted Keitaro harder than she had ever before. Motoko mouth dropped at the viciousness and she looked on with concern as she followed Keitaro's arch into the sky.

Motoko turned back to Naru as soft words penetrated her thoughts.

"Motoko...what has that jerk done to you? Why did you touch him like that? Why?"

Motoko's jaw still hung as she looked at Naru. Naru was trying to blame Keitaro for his, to dismiss it as something trivial, but her denial seeped through. Tears began to form.

"Naru..." Motoko fought the urge to put her hand on Naru's shoulder to comfort her, she had no right.

"Keitaro...and I... Have something to tell everyone tonight at dinner. Everything will be explained then."

Motoko made a deft leap for the stairs, to get away from the shattering soul behind her.

[End Chapter]

Next Chapter: Flashback

It's what you've all been waiting for, my Hina fanfic fans. I'm sorry about the long time no update, but today I decided to update all three of my Hina stories in one foul swoop. The next chapter, will be the chapter you will all were waiting for, the WHEN, WHY, AND HOW! Yep yep.