Revised

A Different Fate
Chapter 2-Alone

Keitaro awoke with a warm body pressed against him. He moaned a bit as the way people do when they awake, and stretched as best he could with a body on top of him. Keitaro's brain now began to boot. He started to take notes about his environment.

-There is a warm body next to me, from the feeling of flesh against flesh, female.

-I'm in Motoko's room.

-There is a warm body next to me, and from the feeling of flesh against flesh, female.

-There is a warm body next to me, and from the feeling of flesh against flesh, female.

-There is a warm body next to me, from the feeling of flesh against flesh, female!

-I'm in Motoko's room.

-I'm in Motoko's room!

-I'm in Motoko's room!

Keitaro's mind had gone for a loop, or what is called in programmers' lingo, an infinite recursive loop.

"Mmmmmm...."

Keitaro's mind broke the infinite loop. He looked down at the source of the sound. It was Motoko. It was MOTOKO! Keitaro tried to calm down, but he couldn't. He tried to remember what happened but he was a bit too panicked to. Something probably had happened. What would he tell Naru?

Motoko blinked away sleep as she moaned in enjoyment of the warm body next to her. The feel of skin against skin was better than silk. She moved a little just to feel her body move against another. She looked up at the body she was on. Oh, it's just Keitaro. KEITARO!?

Keitaro flinched as he saw anger flicker on the expression of his wife. Motoko tried to figure out how the pervert got into her bed. She had flashes of memory of the previous day revealing Keitaro was now her husband. She should not abuse her husband with that being not proper for a wife. She still did not remember much about what happened after the wedding. She remembered him in her room. She remembered the kiss she shared with him. Soft caresses and touches. A lithe muscular frame, similar to which she was laying on at the moment. She blushed.

Keitaro had long ago closed his eyes during Motoko's contemplation since anger had caressed her features. He was awaiting a blow that never came. He slowly opened his eyes to find Motoko blushing, but not moving away from him.

All at once the reality of her position hit her. She was naked in her bed, with a male. A male that apparently liked their contact, she deduced from the pressure against her side. This realization deepened her blush along with the thought; he was quite manlier now than when he had flashed poor Shinobu. Either that or she did not know what she was talking about. Motoko took in the scent, the feel of the skin and firmness of the body below her. Oh goodness, this was reeking havoc with her emotion. She began to feel flushed and anxious, but it felt good. She felt very warm.

Keitaro gulped. A fine example of the female species was on him, ON him in entirety. His heart was jumping and beating so hard and erratically that it was painful. Keitaro's mouth felt dry, and his lips felt like the Sahara. He licked them hoping to restore some moisture only to find his tongue was dry to along with his throat. Motoko caught the lick, and it did more funny things to her.

Oh dear _GOD_ ! Is his proximity effecting my sensibility? I'm starting to feel as perverted as him.

Motoko did not make one move, however. The same stood for Keitaro. Since no one would move, someone had to say something. They were holding each other for ten minutes, not that they noticed.

"Um....Motoko, did we...um? I can't seem to remember," Keitaro quickly added, "Not that you are forgettable."

Normally that kind of statement she would take that as a cover to prevent him from being hurt. This time, however, it just made her blush more, feeling flattered. That was not normal. She did not feel normal right now, and she really wanted to do something about it. Then what he had said dawned on her. Did we what? Did we.....Oh no. Did we? I can't remember either. Was he good? Oh my god, I _am_ becoming perverted like him. But honestly, was he good? Was I good?

"I....I don't remember." Motoko subconsciously moved her hand along Keitaro's side sensually. Keitaro gulped.

The sound of a gallop came down the hall, only that it sounded like only two feet. Suddenly Su burst into the room.

"Motoko, Motoko! Ya feeling better?....umm......" Su was greeted by the sight of Motoko pressed against Keitaro, the sheets up to their waists. Motoko's chest was not completely visible, being pressed against Keitaro. Su's mind was like a train flying of the tracks. It took a moment once more for Su's mental system to reboot. Loading....

"Awww.....Motoko, why didn't you invite me for the fun!" Keitaro and Motoko, too embarrassed to face fault, turned red. Two minds echoed in stereo, Fun?

All the noise attracted the other residents. Kitsune arrived first. Kitsune, even being the promiscuous one, was 'shocked spitless.' Kitsune's eyes opened. _All_ the way. Shinobu walked up following the direction of Kitsune's gaze. She welled up.

"AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUU!!!!!" Shinobu whined into the distance. It was true. IT WAS TRUE! She knew sempai would probably not be hers but... It's not fair! It hurt too much to see him with someone else, especially that intimately. She ran far into the woods behind Hinata Sou. She wanted to be far, far away from the couple she had saw, and alone with her thoughts. What she did not know is that Su was hot on her trail.

Keitaro did not have a chance to say anything. And with the given situation, there was nothing he could say. He did not even know if he and Motoko did what they had looked like they had. If they did, that would change everything. He could not be with Naru then. Not ever. He could never face her.

Kitsune eventually closed her eyes close to the norm. Naru came walking down the hall.

"Hey, have you seen the Baka?" Naru asked Kitsune. "I have to help him get out of another mess. Bad enough he dragged Motoko into it."

Kitsune nearly jumped out of her skin. That puzzled Naru. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. I haven't seen Keitaro." Kitsune said a little quickly, as she stepped strategically between Naru and the way to Motoko's room.

The occupants of the room heard Naru's voice. They panicked as well. Motoko lifted her head off of Keitaro's chest and looked into his eyes, as he looked back. They shot each other a panicked look. They glanced around the room for their clothes, to make for a quick dressing. They didn't see any clothes. If either got up now, they would see each other in all their naked glory. Well, they were already naked, AND pressed against each other. The other reason was that despite any other thoughts or denials, they really did not want to break their embrace yet.

Too late. Naru pushed around Kitsune to see the naked couple. Naru saw red. Any feelings she had for Keitaro now, went out the window. This was not because she thought he had cheated on her. No, it was beyond that. He had taken advantage of Motoko. Motoko had to accept his advances because she thought they were married. He had proven him a pervert beyond her wildest dreams.

"KEITARO!" Naru glowed with a battle aura that has never shown itself before. "HOW DARE YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MOTOKO!"

Motoko blinked. Keitaro flinched and threw up a feeble guard by reflex, which was made even feebler by trying to do it with Motoko on top of him. Motoko's eyes widened at the implications of Naru's words. She would never allow a man to have her if she did not desire it! Did Naru not think her capable of taking care of herself? She was a warrior, the heir to the God's cry... That line of thought died. With her new marriage, her first born female will now be heir. She looked down, broken for a moment, while Naru hovered over them, her fist practically glowing. The malevolent shadow of Naru over them brought Motoko out of her thoughts. She awoke from her thoughts on a depressing memory with an icy steel look at Naru that made Naru's aura dim a bit.

"Narusagewa-san," She put emphasis on the honorific to kill all sense of familiarity with one another. "I am quite capable of taking care of myself. Second, Keitaro is my husband. It is up to me to punish him for any transgressions."

Naru's face twisted into a snarl that was never meant for such a beautiful face. "DON'T YOU SEE THE IDIOT IS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU!!!"

"Keitaro would never do anything of the sort. Everyone else is always taking advantage of him and his kindness! All he ever does is try to make us happy. Especially you," Motoko said, the last word dripping with acid.

"BUT HE'S A PERVERT! LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO YOU!"

"What me and my _husband_ do is our business. Do you think it is perverted for a husband and wife to make love?"

"Make...love..." Naru's voice dropped barely above a whisper. Naru's anger flowed away along with her battle aura.

"You...don't mean....you approve of what the idiot has done, do you?"

Motoko did not answer as she faced away from Naru, and rested her head back on Keitaro. Her tears fell on Keitaro's bare skin. Keitaro threw helpless glance at Naru. Naru looked at them, not really paying attention to his expression. Her head lowered, and her hair obscured her face. Keitaro placed his hands around Motoko and gave her a light squeeze.

This was hard for Motoko to do. This marriage was for real, and they would have to learn to deal with it like it was. She was not truly sure what she or Keitaro had done, but everything she said was true. It was inevitable that Naru's heart would be broken. She just wished it were under controlled circumstances. She probably thought that Keitaro never had any feelings for her and that he was easily taken from her.

"You...you never loved me. A lie. A simple, plain lie. You go running into Motoko's arms, into anyone's arms, that let you have your perverted way. That's all you ever wanted. But I'll never let you, I'd never had let you, now I know you for who you are. And to think I might have loved you." Naru turned abruptly with her arm raised to cover her face. She ran for as far as she could.

Keitaro looked pained. He wished she had hit him instead. Keitaro began to cry. His tears feel into Motoko's silky black hair as they held onto each other.

Kitsune took one last despaired look at them. At first, she had sympathized with them. She really held no animosity towards them. Now, she gave another rare look for her, the look of anger. No, she wasn't angry with them entirely, more with the situation. Kitsune turned and tried desperately to catch up with the distressed Naru.

This whole debacle had managed to run all of their close friends away. All they had now was each other. They may be able to explain what happened to them and that they did not mean for this to happen, but things would never be the same. They will never be as close ever again.

"Keitaro....we....have lost our comrades. Our...friends."

"I..." Keitaro's words were broken by a sob, " I know."

"But," Motoko looked up deeply into Keitaro's eyes with hope. "We have each other."

Keitaro felt so nervous and excited at the same time at that statement. Motoko realized that Keitaro really was a sweet man, and all she had. Maybe, just maybe, he could make her happy.

"Keitaro...." Keitaro shook at the feel of her hot breath across his bare skin. "I... I don't remember what we did, but right now, I can't help but feel like I ....you...."

Keitaro gulped at her words. "Motoko... I guess I can't use Naru as an excuse. I don't want you to do this if you don't love me. I want my first time...," Keitaro quickly amended, " I remember, to be special."

Motoko moved slightly against Keitaro. A fire was burning. Keitaro's sensitivity was not helping her.

"Keitaro. You're all I have. I need to be close to someone right now. I need to feel closer to anyone than I ever felt before. I just feel so alone. And Keitaro," Motoko took a moment to gather courage to say something she could never imagine herself saying, "I _want_ you. I feel so close to you right now, and now I want to be close to you even more." Motoko would drown in her void of helplessness and depression without Keitaro. She now wanted to drown in this feeling, drown in Keitaro.

Keitaro began to shake immensely. He did not know how to kill this palatable _feeling_ in the air. It was beginning to get to him. The fact that a man could even begin to resist a girl as beautiful and as needing as Motoko right now shows his inner strength and moral. Motoko moved upward, sliding her skin against his body. It felt so good. She slid up until her lips were a hair's distance from Keitaro's.

"Make love to me Keitaro."

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-Authors Note's-
Well I suppose that some of you would say Motoko was out of character...but given the circumstances, we can never be for sure. It is a matter of opinion. I, personally, wanted a romantic and dramatic union in time of need. I find the last scene, beautiful, so even if you have some qualms about the perceived OOCness, let it go to feel the emotions and beauty that I tried to portray. Anywayz, the next chapter will be up in at least a week. During that week I will probably write the fourth chapter. To have for the following update. Ja, Mata ne!