Revised
Author's Notes: An explanation, apology, and vague description of what happened the last 7 months
Hisashiburi desu ne? Been a while, huh? Well I got that place I said I would in the last author's notes along with transportation. You know how mopeds are becoming more popular as gas prices go up?(not to mention the cheaper insurance) I stupidly, following my mothers advice with a mix of my own stupidity, bought a imported moped. I bought it without test-driving it (my own stupidity) and from a foreigner place whose sign at the register said "as is." (more stupidity on my part) The battery turned out being dead, along with a broken speedometer. How in the hell am I supposed to get it street legal like that? Not to mention it somehow got a flat tire making transporting it to get fixed more irritating. And before you ask: yes, it is still sitting in my apartment so small when you go anywhere, it only takes one step.(Seriously, it is ONE ROOM) The reason it's inside, is a long story involving ghetto apartments, a crack head stealing it, and a loud-mouthed man getting it back for me. Okay on top of all that, I was wayyyy busy during school and in the little free time I had (plus the free-time I stole) I spent reading fan fiction (instead of writing, I'm sorry) and goofing off with friends. I have had 3 people, Ahem, THREE people stay with me through the time I've lived in that apartment. I'm too nice for my own good, seeing how they didn't pay any bills, the only thing I got from them is smokes, company, and trashed house. Basically last half of this year was one big frisking joke "All work and no play make Nabeshin a dull boy!" Only semi-good news is that I made a perfect score in the entrance exam for the armed services (which why I even tried, is a long story), meaning I can do ANYTHING the armed services have to offer me as a job. I could have been a Nuke Tech, but I was like, "Nah, hate subs, and even if it was a nuke powered ship, that still means I can't go, or be stationed in Japan." The Japanese don't like nuclear things in their vicinity, and those who know a drop of history know why. So I'm just signed up in delayed entry for the SECOND best job in the navy, which is the advanced electronics tech. Nuke Tech was SOOOOO well paying and everything else, easy to rank up, bonuses (big) and everything, but….. no Japan make me a very sad boy. I'm thinking about switching to air force, being a cryptologist or linguist and learn a Japanese and become an English teacher in Japan. Yes I know. It is all of our dreams. Problem being however, is I have not had any more drug tests since initially signing up, and I …had a bad day and smoked something that wasn't tobacco… so I might have ruined my chances if they decide to up and test me suddenly. I need at least 3 weeks for that silly piss test. So cross your fingers. Wrapping this up, they are not allowing me to renew my lease for my apartment (writing reason here takes too much space), so I have to move in with my mom and sis, whose place is damn near as bad as mine. And for you who ACTUALLY took the TIME to read this (took me like 50 minutes) thank you, and imagine this is only a VAGUE description. I left out love life details, resident details, life's bs details, etc.
(Where we left off...)
Motoko felt guilty for feeling so refreshed when she woke up, when one of her friends where hurting, at least, one of her former friends. She stretched and looked over at her husband and frowned. He still looked troubled. She decided to make breakfast for him to cheer him up.
And make love to him until he kills over, she thought. I'll show him how much I love him. I don't want him...to regret choosing me.
Motoko quietly got dressed and went down towards the kitchen. She came down the stairs into the reception area and turned to go into the kitchen, through the dining room. She opened the door to the dining room to find Naru there quietly munching on some rice with a nice cup of warm tea she judged from the steam. She was suddenly filled with trepidation. What would she do? Say? She couldn't begin to think of a way to handle the situation, so she opted to pretend there wasn't one. It was an escape from the harsh reality, the only way she could hope to cope with this.
"Uh, Hi.... Naru-san."
To her surprise, Naru raised her head with a huge, and suspicious for some reason Motoko couldn't fathom, smile on her face to greet her. "Hi Motoko.....chan."
Motoko blinked and then smiled in relief briefly before raising an eyebrow questioningly. Naru just smiled bigger in response. She patted the seat next to her.
"Motoko, let's talk."
Maybe she's whacked out of her gourd, Motoko thought.
Motoko swallowed hard, squelching her fear along with the action. She slowly approached and sat down, her eyes on Naru the whole time
"I thought about what Keitaro told me, yesterday," Naru said reflectively while poking at her rice with her chopsticks. "And I do want Keitaro," she added for clarification.
Motoko felt like she should be defensive, or territorial at Naru's statement, but she was saying it in such a disarming tone, one that was brimming with honesty.
"But he didn't want to hurt you. I don't either, but I want him." She looked Motoko square in the eyes. "Ya know, sometimes things comes in pairs, to get one you have to get the other."
Motoko blinked in confusion. That is until....
Soft, soft lips were pressed lightly against hers.
[End Chapter 6]
A Different Fate
Chapter 7- Sexuality
An audible lip-smacking noise seemed to permeate through the air when Motoko, after overcoming her confusion, swung her head backwards. If it were not for her training as a martial artist, she would have given herself whiplash.
Motoko, flabbergasted, tried to express her duress in words, "N-NARU WHAT THE F..."
"...What you didn't like my kiss," Naru asked with a playful frown on her face.
"YOU JUST....JUST....TRIED TO...tried to..."
"Kiss you," Naru finished, picking at her rice unfettered like it was news from years ago. "Yeah. And for the record, I didn't TRY, I DID."
"But you're....you're a girl!"
"...And so are you. Quite attractive one, if I say so myself."
Not well at taking compliments, Motoko blushed, causing her to lose her conviction.
Naru saw the opportunity to tease, and could not help but take it. "So, did you like the kiss?"
Motoko's skin became a healthy tone of red. She wasn't sure if she did or not, but she couldn't help but conjure a crystal picture of the kiss when it was mentioned. Regardless if it was something she liked or didn't, she would never forget. Distractedly she automatically responded in the way society trains all of its members to react to homosexual acts, "O-Of course NOT!"
Naru's playful grin dropped a notch. She was slightly hurt by the comment even though she understood it was an automatic response to something Motoko did not understand. She decided to press her plea. Perhaps with some effort she could break though those instilled social barriers. She was determined to have her happiness, even if that meant sharing her heart with another female. She reached over and placed a hand on Motoko's leg. She slowly raised her hand higher on Motoko's thigh as she leaned in closer. Her breath caressed the heir to God's Crys School, emotions and morals conflicted as her heart beat erratically to the thoughts that assailed her mind. It was too much at once. A fragile voice cut through the thick, palatable moment, enough to taste.
"N-Naru. Please. Stop." Motoko was beginning to shake. She didn't know what to think or what to feel. But one thing she did know is that she needed to find out what she thought and felt, to shift through it all. One emotion's voice was beginning to be heard over the chorus of others in Motoko's heart. Fear. Motoko wasn't easy to scare, but in this alien situation, she had no clue to do. She felt cornered.
Naru was starting to get irritated. Her irritation was so easily turned into anger, as her threshold of patience was not vast. Naru's anger began to vent its frustrations in aggression, as she became more demanding in her advances. Her other hand started on Motoko's shoulder sliding down Motoko's back, gently yet firmly pulling Motoko closer.
"No." The tension increased, yet the air seemed to still as Motoko's firm voice echoed in the following silence. Naru's advancement suddenly stopped at the word, and she realized what she was doing. She felt disgusted with herself. She carefully withdrew her hands from her embrace with Motoko, one hand pausing in the air over Motoko's shoulder, wishing that it could rest there to comfort Motoko, but knowing it did not have that right as it was the one that upset her. Naru's hands returned to her lap, as her hair obscured her expression.
"I-I'm sorry. It's just that...," Naru let her explanation drop, knowing that no explanation could fix what she did. She gracefully stood, turning to face Motoko's back. She cautiously put a hand on Motoko's shoulder and bent over, a tear falling as she did so, gave Motoko a affectionate, apologetic kiss on the check before turning away from Motoko's tensed frame with a hung head. Naru silently left.
Motoko's breath was ragged as she sat there, shaking.
Keitaro came looking for Motoko when he finished his duties, wondering why he hadn't seen her in a while. Usually he would see her training at least once a day outside. When he found her she was sitting inside the dark kitchen, the sun long since set.
Keitaro called out to her tentatively, "Motoko?"
Keitaro approached carefully, putting his arm around her. She responded by placing her hand over his.
"What's wrong?"
Motoko stood warily, using Keitaro as a support. "I....just need some sleep."
A week had passed. Naru and Motoko had been discreetly avoiding each other now. Naru did it out of guilt, Motoko out of the fear of uncertainty. Naru had been extraordinarily introverted for the last week, depressing sinking in, as her dreams seemed to go further and further out of her reach. Little did they know the other members of the household noticed their lack of communication. Keitaro knew there was some bad blood between them, him being that which divides them, but he wanted them to be friends. Keitaro chose a night to confront them when all of the residents were busy doing their own things. Keitaro gathered his wits and courage about him to prepare for what he was about to do. He took a deep breath and waited for the girls to arrive in the dining room. They walked quietly through the door after a slight fuss over why the other was there. Keitaro chose that moment to give them the most serious look he could conjure.
"Okay. I don't know what's happened between you two, but it hurts me to see you avoiding each other like this. I'm here to ask you to fix it NOW. Motoko-chan, I'm not expecting you to come to our bed until you've made up."
Motoko's jaw worked up and down before snapping shut. It was a command, hidden in a statement. He was serious. She turned her head reluctantly to look at Naru out of the corner of her eye before returning them to her husband. "I understand," She said as she nodded her head to let him know she was ready to talk to Naru in private now. Keitaro gave a smile, before leaving the two alone.
"Um..." They both started before Motoko held her hand up to halt any further speech from Naru.
"Narusagewa-san," she began formally, purposely sounding unfamiliar with Naru, "What were you thinking?"
Naru mouth opened only to release several incoherent mutterings as she attempted to figure out where to start.
"I....Keitaro was worried about you."
Motoko raised an eyebrow, showing her need for further explanation.
"When you gave him.....a choice ....he rejected it on the grounds he didn't want you to feel lonely, becoming the third wheel even in your own marriage. He chose to devote all of his attention to you because, he did not want to hurt you."
Motoko took a deep breath, closing her eyes, emotions stirring at hearing that side of his decision. She spoke with her eyes still closed, "And what does this have to do with....your advances?"
"I....I realized I didn't want to hurt you either....but I still want Keitaro. If I could have .....," Naru eyes began to water as her voice became more emotional, "just a little attention from the man I love, I would make it up to you, replace the attention I stole from you with attention from me." Naru's head bowed as tears dropped, her features hidden behind her hair. Naru's head shot up, her eyes searching for Motoko's when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Naru found Motoko sincerely smiling at her. It was enough to make Naru cry even more, but she couldn't break eyes from Motoko's. Motoko swallowed, slowly slid her head from friends shoulder to her cheek, holding her face affectionately, with an almost motherly comforting smile gracing her lips. Naru felt shivers go through her, and her eyes widened as if she just found salvation. Naru's almost forgotten tears seemed to only make her more beautiful as she stared into the Kendoist's eyes.
Naru, lost in the moment, leaned closer to her Motoko with her eyes lidded and about to close, pausing for moment. She felt the warrior's hot, rapid breath caressing her face as her heart beat increased. Motoko felt the same thing in reverse, however, confusion mingled in with her aroused emotions. Naru searched the warrior's stormy eyes, searching for something, a sign. She saw confusion, but not fears there, unlike last time. She then closed her eyes, Motoko following in suit, anxiously awaiting what she knew was going to happen. The kiss was tender, sweet and affectionate, desire from Naru's side permeating through to Motoko, almost scaring her that another girl could feel this way about another. Naru could feel Motoko's questioning, probing, tasting, beyond the physical, about how she felt about this. After a short time, which seemed so much longer to the participants, the kiss ended with a gentle push from Motoko on Naru's shoulder.
Motoko's voice cracked as she spoke, "You are sweet Naru...." Tears of an undeterminable nature flowed silently down the warriors face. "The things we do for love, and friendship."
Naru was surprised to find deep emotions stirring looked at Motoko. Her eyes kept dipping uncontrollably to Motoko's lips, wishing to taste them once more. Naru had to get out of here herself and think about what she felt. But she left hoping Motoko did the same thing....
"Just....," Naru paused at the door way, " think on it, okay?"
[End Chapter 7]
To Be Continued..... (Just so you know it's not done yet....heh,heh)
Authors Notes:
Well.....I debated on so many ways to continue this from chapter 6, and I had to pause to remind myself of what I originally intended to have this fic be.....I almost turned such a serious moment where I left off last chapter, into something entirely comedic. However, It would have ruined the gravity I was trying to portray in this fic. Plus, I was NOT going to make this resolve easily. That's no fun. I started this fic with the intent of creating a emotional roller coaster for the reader to ride along with.....and I hope I accomplished this feat. Thank you all of those who reviewed this story, and those who continued on to read my other hina fics. I appreciate the popularity you have given my stories, and I will try to keep supplying you with my works. I'm not sure about Hina 1-2, it might be pulled and revised ENTIRELY because.....there were more discrepancies than I'd deem allowable, along with... the fact I never really, in my personal opinion, developed a FEELING to run with. I like to write with emotion, not just "event a, led to event b." I forgot what discrepancies there were....having not read the reviews or story in a while....plus rewriting a story takes effort! Oh. And note, I'm not really an author who is probably going to write sequels, because more often than not sequels, even by my favorite writers, seem to have lost something, just there to please the populous. But that doesn't mean I won't write them, that just means it's just unlikely.
(Addicted to Your Embrace AtYE is next to update!)
