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Love Hina AU: Katana Behind The Bleak
Chapter 2: Motoko vs. Ms. Baka
At the instant of the sight of the Aoyama family's sword, Motoko rushed over towards it with all her mind focused upon that sword. "What is it?", "Is it the family katana?", "And if it is, what is it doing here?" and "Where did that mysterious girl go?" were all questions that overflowed into Motoko's mind. Motoko fell over the katana. She picked it up with her hands and raised it upwards toward the sky. She scrutinized the blade from bottom to top and vice versa. It was a beautiful and neat sword indeed. It gleamed brilliantly as the cut-off tip shone blindingly towards the beam of the sunlight. When pulling all your attention to the surface of the sword, you can merely make out a really neat pattern of some creature.was it a dragon..no, a sea creature, but wait, it looked like a bird?..but that didn't matter, what mattered most was that the word "Aoyama" was distinctly carved onto the flat surface.
"It is the family sword! The sword father used to use in his battle!" exclaimed Motoko overwhelmed with surprise. It was indeed the Aoyama sword, the legendary sword his father had used to fight with. Now it was defected by the missing tip. Drops of tears fell onto the sword's surface as Motoko began crying onto the sword. Keitaro on the other hand, had been standing behind Motoko the whole while, looking at her with concern.
"Are you alright?" Keitaro asked with eyes drowned with concern, "Do you want to tell me about it?" Realizing how serious his voice must have sounded, he quickly added in with a lighthearted voice, "Although I've just known you for a mere 8-minutes-and-49-seconds," and he turned at an imaginary watch his wrist was wearing.
"Thanks," Motoko said with a slight chuckle and then she turned more serious, "It's nothing really it's just about my." Before she could finish off her sentence, the large school bell rang and interrupted her. "I really got to go now, I'll see you around some other time okay?"
"Sure, whenever you please," said Keitaro, pretending to be cheerful to confine his disappointment and before he even had a chance to say goodbye, Motoko had already risen to her feet, leaving with the sword clutched tightly to her. Keitaro was left standing alone, staring at Motoko's school, with worry composing him. Then struck by his being overly worried, he quickly left for school himself.
Motoko entered into the same old school building with eyes still red with tears. On her walk to her classroom she heard whispers going about such as "Hey it's the kendo girl again and why are her eyes red?", "Hey the kendo girl has a sword with her this time! Oh I'm SO scared!" and "Hahaha...her sword is blunt!!!" Motoko ignored the rude comments and walked coolly down the cold hallway, finally reaching the designated classroom. She turned the knob, only to find herself being the last one to enter into the classroom.
"Motoko Aoyama...young lady, do you realize that you are a minute and 23 seconds late, meaning that you have caused me and your fellow classmates to wait for you during that whole while. Do you understand how serious this is, and why do you have a sword with you?" questioned Motoko's new teacher sternly in a sharp, and mean tone. The teacher was rather mean looking, wearing a frown on her face. Even her messy curled hair was unable to conceal that big frown spread across her face. She was rather fat looking and had on a blouse too tight for her size and pants that showed the exaggerated curve lines of her round legs.
"I can explain Ms.." Motoko stammered as she tried to remember the teacher's name.
"Baka.Ms. Baka," the teacher said aloud with a strong tone as she pronounced the stressed words.
A bunch of kids from the back of the room started giggling by the mentioning of the teacher's name (for baka meant..u can ask me in the reviews if you really don't get it and I'll answer by reviewing my own story haha.I want to keep this rated G).
"Yes well Ms. Baka, you see.." Motoko began as she tried to explain before she was so rudely interrupted by Ms. Baka.
"No excuse, young lady, and now you go to your seat over there in the far right corner in the back of the room! And I'll take possession of that sword of yours for now!"
"NOOOOO!!!!!!" screamed Motoko in horror as she huddled over her sword to prevent the evil teacher from taking possession of it. It was a prized possession of the Aoyama family and it was also the only thing that his father had left behind, which added on sentimental value. Never in the world would she abandon it.
Ms. Baka on the other hand was flaming with fury. She was definitely seeing red. No one had ever spoken out to her in such a disrespectful and disobedient way before. Motoko was to be the first. She stomped towards Motoko, and reached out to grab the katana away from her but Motoko was persistent and wouldn't let go no matter what. The fat teacher was rather dull in strength indeed, lacking almost everything. All she had was the momentum she would gain from her weight. Motoko simply had to hold on tight to the sword and Ms. Baka was bound to give up soon enough. Ms. Baka's face was flushed by the blood that was pouring into her head while Motoko's face showed no difference from what was before the tug-o-war activity started by Ms. Baka. Ms. Baka seeing her failure in attempting to pull the sword away from Motoko took another approach: to slap Motoko's hands to make her drop the sword. She gave a few rather powerful slaps on Motoko's hands but still, Motoko didn't bulge nor did she show any signs of pain on her face.
"Why you little..." cried Ms. Baka as she attempted to use all her strength this time to slap Motoko's hands, but at that instant, Motoko caught her hand and used it to her advantage as she directed the force to Ms. Baka's own face. A loud smacking noise was to be heard as Ms. Baka's face swelled uncontrollably. After the slap, Motoko walked coolly out the classroom door, disgusted by the teacher's stupidity and the classmates' indifference. Silence stirred the classroom as the students were in emotion struggles of determining between whether it was better to laugh at the teacher's slap-across-the-face or to be afraid of Motoko's indifference towards the smacking and her guts to slap the teacher! And Ms. Baka on the other hand, was taken aback by Motoko's attitude towards her; something that she had definitely never experienced before.
Motoko raced outside and ran towards a pond besides the study that Keitaro Urashima had indicated to her before. She held the katana tightly to her heart and spoke softly to it, " I will defend you no matter what..."
Keitaro on the other hand was in class and hiding his head behind a book to prevent his teacher from seeing him not paying attention. The teacher was just in the middle of explaining some serious trigonometry equation problems. Meanwhile Keitaro had been staring out the window next to his desk and thinking about the girl that he had bumped into a while ago. And at that instant, he saw the same girl, Motoko, running towards a pond across from his view and she was...crying?! A sudden urge to go over and comfort her stirred Keitaro from the inside and he soon could not take it any longer...
"Teacher!" Keitaro called out loud, "Can..I mean may I go to the washroom?"
A couple of girls laughed by the way Keitaro had pronounced the words ever so strongly. Keitaro blushed.
"Ummm...yes, Urashima, you may go to your convenience," the teacher answered in an awkward tone. After the word "convenience" Keitaro was already running out of the classroom door.
"Hmmmm.."murmured the teacher under his breath, "I guess he really got to go!"
On the other hand...
Motoko continued crying, stroking her sword and caressing the neatly engraved pattern.. Then, to her surprise she saw a gentle hand, holding a pack of tissues, reaching down to her. She stared up, only to find a Keitaro smiling at her. She knew he was there because he was concern and that he wanted to console her. She took the pack of tissue and returned the smile, although a weak one, but it made Keitaro feeling a great deal better.
"Now why don't you finish telling me what you were about to say earlier in the morning?" Keitaro asked as he positioned himself comfortably next to Motoko on the raised stone surface that bordered the pond at its rim.
Relenting to prevent Keitaro from knowing her background, she finally gave in and decided to tell him everything. "The fact is, Keitaro..I really am not that all powered, high skilled and all-starred-talented "kendo girl" that people think I am. It really isn't kendo that I'm obsessed with, it's my past..."
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SOoooo..that was chapter 2! How was it? I hope it meets your expectations but if not, then once again, the old saying: please review!!!! I really am looking forward to your reviews. Higher demands = Faster production rate....lol. Anyway feel free to drop ANY comments. Hope you liked this fic! Chapter 3 will soon be up as soon as possible, and in that fic, we will learn a bit more about Keitaro...Let's just say that we still have a long way to go with this fic before you get into the reeaaalll thing....hehehe.
Love Hina AU: Katana Behind The Bleak
Chapter 2: Motoko vs. Ms. Baka
At the instant of the sight of the Aoyama family's sword, Motoko rushed over towards it with all her mind focused upon that sword. "What is it?", "Is it the family katana?", "And if it is, what is it doing here?" and "Where did that mysterious girl go?" were all questions that overflowed into Motoko's mind. Motoko fell over the katana. She picked it up with her hands and raised it upwards toward the sky. She scrutinized the blade from bottom to top and vice versa. It was a beautiful and neat sword indeed. It gleamed brilliantly as the cut-off tip shone blindingly towards the beam of the sunlight. When pulling all your attention to the surface of the sword, you can merely make out a really neat pattern of some creature.was it a dragon..no, a sea creature, but wait, it looked like a bird?..but that didn't matter, what mattered most was that the word "Aoyama" was distinctly carved onto the flat surface.
"It is the family sword! The sword father used to use in his battle!" exclaimed Motoko overwhelmed with surprise. It was indeed the Aoyama sword, the legendary sword his father had used to fight with. Now it was defected by the missing tip. Drops of tears fell onto the sword's surface as Motoko began crying onto the sword. Keitaro on the other hand, had been standing behind Motoko the whole while, looking at her with concern.
"Are you alright?" Keitaro asked with eyes drowned with concern, "Do you want to tell me about it?" Realizing how serious his voice must have sounded, he quickly added in with a lighthearted voice, "Although I've just known you for a mere 8-minutes-and-49-seconds," and he turned at an imaginary watch his wrist was wearing.
"Thanks," Motoko said with a slight chuckle and then she turned more serious, "It's nothing really it's just about my." Before she could finish off her sentence, the large school bell rang and interrupted her. "I really got to go now, I'll see you around some other time okay?"
"Sure, whenever you please," said Keitaro, pretending to be cheerful to confine his disappointment and before he even had a chance to say goodbye, Motoko had already risen to her feet, leaving with the sword clutched tightly to her. Keitaro was left standing alone, staring at Motoko's school, with worry composing him. Then struck by his being overly worried, he quickly left for school himself.
Motoko entered into the same old school building with eyes still red with tears. On her walk to her classroom she heard whispers going about such as "Hey it's the kendo girl again and why are her eyes red?", "Hey the kendo girl has a sword with her this time! Oh I'm SO scared!" and "Hahaha...her sword is blunt!!!" Motoko ignored the rude comments and walked coolly down the cold hallway, finally reaching the designated classroom. She turned the knob, only to find herself being the last one to enter into the classroom.
"Motoko Aoyama...young lady, do you realize that you are a minute and 23 seconds late, meaning that you have caused me and your fellow classmates to wait for you during that whole while. Do you understand how serious this is, and why do you have a sword with you?" questioned Motoko's new teacher sternly in a sharp, and mean tone. The teacher was rather mean looking, wearing a frown on her face. Even her messy curled hair was unable to conceal that big frown spread across her face. She was rather fat looking and had on a blouse too tight for her size and pants that showed the exaggerated curve lines of her round legs.
"I can explain Ms.." Motoko stammered as she tried to remember the teacher's name.
"Baka.Ms. Baka," the teacher said aloud with a strong tone as she pronounced the stressed words.
A bunch of kids from the back of the room started giggling by the mentioning of the teacher's name (for baka meant..u can ask me in the reviews if you really don't get it and I'll answer by reviewing my own story haha.I want to keep this rated G).
"Yes well Ms. Baka, you see.." Motoko began as she tried to explain before she was so rudely interrupted by Ms. Baka.
"No excuse, young lady, and now you go to your seat over there in the far right corner in the back of the room! And I'll take possession of that sword of yours for now!"
"NOOOOO!!!!!!" screamed Motoko in horror as she huddled over her sword to prevent the evil teacher from taking possession of it. It was a prized possession of the Aoyama family and it was also the only thing that his father had left behind, which added on sentimental value. Never in the world would she abandon it.
Ms. Baka on the other hand was flaming with fury. She was definitely seeing red. No one had ever spoken out to her in such a disrespectful and disobedient way before. Motoko was to be the first. She stomped towards Motoko, and reached out to grab the katana away from her but Motoko was persistent and wouldn't let go no matter what. The fat teacher was rather dull in strength indeed, lacking almost everything. All she had was the momentum she would gain from her weight. Motoko simply had to hold on tight to the sword and Ms. Baka was bound to give up soon enough. Ms. Baka's face was flushed by the blood that was pouring into her head while Motoko's face showed no difference from what was before the tug-o-war activity started by Ms. Baka. Ms. Baka seeing her failure in attempting to pull the sword away from Motoko took another approach: to slap Motoko's hands to make her drop the sword. She gave a few rather powerful slaps on Motoko's hands but still, Motoko didn't bulge nor did she show any signs of pain on her face.
"Why you little..." cried Ms. Baka as she attempted to use all her strength this time to slap Motoko's hands, but at that instant, Motoko caught her hand and used it to her advantage as she directed the force to Ms. Baka's own face. A loud smacking noise was to be heard as Ms. Baka's face swelled uncontrollably. After the slap, Motoko walked coolly out the classroom door, disgusted by the teacher's stupidity and the classmates' indifference. Silence stirred the classroom as the students were in emotion struggles of determining between whether it was better to laugh at the teacher's slap-across-the-face or to be afraid of Motoko's indifference towards the smacking and her guts to slap the teacher! And Ms. Baka on the other hand, was taken aback by Motoko's attitude towards her; something that she had definitely never experienced before.
Motoko raced outside and ran towards a pond besides the study that Keitaro Urashima had indicated to her before. She held the katana tightly to her heart and spoke softly to it, " I will defend you no matter what..."
Keitaro on the other hand was in class and hiding his head behind a book to prevent his teacher from seeing him not paying attention. The teacher was just in the middle of explaining some serious trigonometry equation problems. Meanwhile Keitaro had been staring out the window next to his desk and thinking about the girl that he had bumped into a while ago. And at that instant, he saw the same girl, Motoko, running towards a pond across from his view and she was...crying?! A sudden urge to go over and comfort her stirred Keitaro from the inside and he soon could not take it any longer...
"Teacher!" Keitaro called out loud, "Can..I mean may I go to the washroom?"
A couple of girls laughed by the way Keitaro had pronounced the words ever so strongly. Keitaro blushed.
"Ummm...yes, Urashima, you may go to your convenience," the teacher answered in an awkward tone. After the word "convenience" Keitaro was already running out of the classroom door.
"Hmmmm.."murmured the teacher under his breath, "I guess he really got to go!"
On the other hand...
Motoko continued crying, stroking her sword and caressing the neatly engraved pattern.. Then, to her surprise she saw a gentle hand, holding a pack of tissues, reaching down to her. She stared up, only to find a Keitaro smiling at her. She knew he was there because he was concern and that he wanted to console her. She took the pack of tissue and returned the smile, although a weak one, but it made Keitaro feeling a great deal better.
"Now why don't you finish telling me what you were about to say earlier in the morning?" Keitaro asked as he positioned himself comfortably next to Motoko on the raised stone surface that bordered the pond at its rim.
Relenting to prevent Keitaro from knowing her background, she finally gave in and decided to tell him everything. "The fact is, Keitaro..I really am not that all powered, high skilled and all-starred-talented "kendo girl" that people think I am. It really isn't kendo that I'm obsessed with, it's my past..."
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SOoooo..that was chapter 2! How was it? I hope it meets your expectations but if not, then once again, the old saying: please review!!!! I really am looking forward to your reviews. Higher demands = Faster production rate....lol. Anyway feel free to drop ANY comments. Hope you liked this fic! Chapter 3 will soon be up as soon as possible, and in that fic, we will learn a bit more about Keitaro...Let's just say that we still have a long way to go with this fic before you get into the reeaaalll thing....hehehe.