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Yada Yada Ya! Yack Yack Yack! Okay... I did for no reasone... here is the romance of Motoko and Keitaro... I would replace Keitaro with someone more appropiate.... like... Kyo from Samurai Deeper Kyo or Kenshin from Ruroni Kenshin... or....
Harsh Reality.... Harsh Love...
Motoko ran to Kyoto, quickly dodging any people in the city whom walked past her. Her duffle bag flew behind her, with all of the things she needed. Her tears slid off her face by the wind which carried it into someone far behind her.
Keitaro was searching for Motoko everywhere, his head turned in every direction. He thought he saw a tall woman carrying a duffle bag, so he tried to catch up with her. It was no use, the crowd of Kyoto gathered around because a massive parade was trolling down near him. He was about to give up; not until he felt a salty tear drop kissed him. His head turned from where the direction had kissed him, he knew that taste of Toko's salty tears.
''Motoko!'' Dammit where are you?'' screamed the voice of Keitaro.
Motoko turned from that familiar voice, so she ran faster through the crowd, ''he loves Narusagawa… He said it himself!'' I love him… but he doesn't…. I want him to be happy… I have to run!''
Keitaro tried to push the crowd out of the way, but the struggle of desperately finding Toko-chan, nearly came to an end.
He lost her… once more into the bitter darkness.
Motoko carried on the path of where her village lays, the path continued further in the deep mountains, but she needed to forget about Kitsune, Naru, Shinobu, Su, the Hinata Apartments… and Keitaro Urashima. Keitaro Urashima… no matter how perverted, idiotic he was, he's still the childhood boy I love. I made a promise with him… a promise to go to Tokyo University… now it is broken. I will always love that boy from my childhood past, I will always love him. Even if he loves Narusagawa… even if he Wants to go to Todai with her… I will always love you because I want you to be happy… Urashima.
''Urashima…., forgive me,'' whispered Motoko once more.
''Motoko!'' The voice echoed a long way from the path, Motoko rushed up the dirt way and didn't turn back. Her tears continue to stream down to her cheeks down to the dirt path.
''Don't follow me you idiot!'' screamed Motoko. ''I hate you!'' Leave me alone you jerk! I kept my promise and you didn't?! Just stay away from me… I don't ever want to see you again!'' (Naru's line! LoL)
The figure came closer, Motoko turned and her hand was about to slap Keitaro's faced. When she opened her eyes, she saw her hand was caught, by a simple grip. Than she looked up to someone, she thought she wouldn't see until she was 25 years old, Tsuroko, her very own big sister.
''Tsuroko?!'' yelped Motoko in fear.
''My, my, now dear sister, why would you slap a stranger that calls your name?'' smiled Tsuroko in a gentle tone.
''Um… I thought you were a stalker!'' stuttered Motoko.
''Than why not use your own katana, haven't I taught you better?'' smiled Tsuroko with her thumb at the hilt of her sword.
''Wahhhh… erm… you see… I uh… well… I… sort of left my Katana at home in order in ensure no waste on my Ki on a pathetic fool!'' stuttered Motoko once more.
''I see… how would you know a pathetic fool would follow you all the way here?'' said Tsuroko sounding more interested in the story.
''I have instinct around… people, sister!'' yelped Motoko.
''My, my, you seem to be so nervous today, how about a dip in the hot springs?'' laughed Tsuroko.
''Hai!'' instantly answered Motoko.
The daylight turned into a dark cold night with the bitter wind and fallen rain. Keitaro sat inside a Ramen booth; the orbs of glowing light and the pounding of drizzling rain made the night seem peaceful; although to Keitaro, it seemed lonely. There he was again, searching for something that wouldn't come true. He ruined his chance to be with Toko-chan…
''Toko-chan… gomen…,'' whispered Keitaro while leaning his head above his ramen bowl.
Keitaro left with the wind still blowing against his brown hair, his head tilted to where he lost contact with Motoko, ''Motoko… maybe… our love is never meant to be.'' Maybe… I don't deserve your love… your voice… and that smile you finally put up with me.'' Hot tears started streaming down his eyes to his chin, remembering the things he said while he remembered Toko and him, spending time together. He remembered at the age of 13, he sat alone on the bench looking at the girls in his middle school, he was average in looks but some one had a crush on him. A girl confessed to him, and he did nothing but merely blushed. Although… they only turned into friends because he told her that he can't fall in love with another girl. She didn't seem disappointed; she just smiled like she was having the time of her life. She was kind and gentle but Toko-chan was still his main target.
He remembered her name… only her first name. The only reason, is because she moved to Okinawa… her name was Mutsumi.
Mutsumi… such a nice name for a cheerful girl. Keitaro chuckled, ''I wonder if I'll find her… she seems to be a nice girl…''
His head turned to the dark mountains that looked close, his eyes widened, ''deep in Kyoto mountains…!''
''Motoko… here I come!'' said Keitaro.
Back in the village….
''Tell me sister, what troubles you so?'' smiled Tsuroko, whom sank deeper in the hot spring.
''Err…,'' Motoko blushed, thinking that her sister will tease her about her past. Motoko only looked down to Tsuroko's stomach.
''My, my, Motoko… I never thought you would think of your sister's body, after all these years.'' Perhaps you are sicken of men and now go for women?''' laughed Tsuroko.
''Sister!'' Please do not think of such thing… I don't swing that way!'' blushed Motoko.
''Oh, I see… than why are you so uneasy?'' asked Tsuroko who still smile.
''Well…, sighed Motoko whom slid deeper in the hot spring, ''I just have crazy residents whom gives me headache from their unusual actions.''
Tsuroko smiled, ''I see… why must you lie to your sister, Toko-chan?''
Motoko started to feel fear rumbling in her stomach, the one thing she knew in her 16 years of life, is to never piss Tsuroko off.
''I'm not lying… I just need a break from these ridiculous issues…'', quietly said Motoko.
Tsuroko nodded, ''I see… so you will be staying here for a while?''
''yeah… just let me stay here for a while…,'' sighed Motoko. Tsuroko's gentle eyes turned into worry.
''Motoko… I need to tell you something,'' said Tsuroko gravely.
Keitaro ran up the path of the dusty trail, ''Oh great… I hope I don't get killed… this place is for Villagers…''
''Halt!'' yelled a steady voice echoing behind Keitaro.
Keitaro turned to the voice but lifted both of his arms in order to mean no harm, ''please… I come to see someone.''
Keitaro opened his eyes to the tall figure, he was about 6 feet tall and he had very dark eyes. He looked around 17 to 19 years old. His dark blue hair seemed to be little spiked , leaving sharp bangs hanging above his harsh eyes. He had a regular build and there were two black small earrings. What he wore was modern, he had a white jacket and a black shirt inside, and he also wore black jeans with minor cuts in the pants. He also had a necklace, with a small tombstone like stone, deeply carved in Chinese characters. He was quite the handsome teenage man.
''What brings you to this village?'' interrogated the mysterious man.
''I'm looking for someone and I believe she's here,'' repeated Keitaro.
The man stayed silent for a few seconds, ''what is your name?''
Keitaro sighed, ''my name is Keitaro Urashima…''
The man's eyes widen for a moment, than turned back in normal to his harsh eyes, ''Urashima, Keitaro…?'' In the Urashima family… are you related to Grandma Hina?''
Keitaro gave a slight nod, ''Yeah… I am.''
The man laughed, ''Fool… how could the great grandson of Grandma Hina look so weak?!'' His hand slid to his forehead to his bangs… Between his fingers for the cause of Keitaro's unbelievable story.
Keitaro smirked, ''my I pass?'' I must be on my way.''
The man's eyes shot at him, ''No… I am one of the best guards of this dojo and you my friend… cannot go this path.'' It depends on who you are seeing.''
''I am looking for Motoko Aoyama,'' said Keitaro in a harsh yet steady voice.
The man laughed once more, ''I'm sorry… but you cannot see her.'' For all the blood of the great Aoyamas made a strict rule of not letting low-life guys like you coming here.''
The man's eyes turned more cold, ''the only way… is to challenge me in a battle.''
Keitaro sighed, ''Very well…'' Although, I must have your name.''
The man smirked, ''my name is Kyoshiro Shiroyukayo, prince of the 2nd rank General of the Aoyama's nameless assassins clan.''
''So… are we going to fight now?'' said Keitaro giving a slight grin.
''You bet..,'' laughed Kyoshiro.
''What?'' gasped Motoko.
''I was about to tell you on your 21st birthday… but here is the getting married,'' sighed Tsuroko. Truth… you are
''I have a fiancé?'' said Motoko twitching.
''Yes… before father died, he planned of setting the marriage to me… although… it was impossible because… I was already married.'' So he gave me the responsibility to tell you… that… you are getting married so you both can take over the dojo.''
Motoko was speechless; she loved her promise boy so much that she couldn't think of having another loved one. ''Sister,'' she finally spoke, ''what if I already have a loved one?'' Tsuroko shook her head, ''we need the respected blood of the Shiroyukayo… gomen.'' Tsuroko let out a short sigh, ''well it's not like you have a love one'' her eyes narrowed, ''do you?''
Motoko shook her head, ''of course not!'' I will never dream of loving any other man…''
''Good,'' Tsuroko smiled.
''Urashima…,'' thought Motoko. ''Gomendasai.''
Keitaro was left wounded on the earth's dirt. He laid lifeless on the ground as Kyoshiro watched above him, ''I warned you… I will not let such a pitiful man go in between my future wife.'' Motoko Aoyama… is my love.'' Kyoshiro gripped his wooden blade and harshly tossed it across the ground, ''you will only be paralyzed for 30 minutes… just go back from where you came from.''
The rain finally befallen from Urashima's cries, ''you bastard… Motoko… Toko-chan… she is… my love.''
Kyoshiro stop in his tracks, ''we will see… I knew her much longer than your pathetic promise.''
.... how was that? -yawn- well flame me, kick me, kiss me... just review... please?