Thanku all for ur amazing support in this fic! I kind of got discouraged
by...something...but anyhow, I want to thank u all for ur amazing reviews.
I also thank silent knight for picking out my mistakes! They had been
really helpful! I also thank all those including Kei_kun, Tokyo Fox,
Assassin G, tsaieric, and Kai5 for your ongoing support. You are the ppl hu
keep this fic going and alive hehe..i'm sorri if dat sounded lame but I
don't noe how else to express my thanks. And to those hu wonder why I still
haven't changed Keitaro's school to some other school such as Harvard, and
some other amazing universities out there, it is because (no the promise is
still not there but!!!) Keitaro in the anime and manga had always wanted to
go to Toudai and I want to keep it this way.and this is a Japanese anime!
They are Japanese and so it isn't too awkward for me to make Keitaro like
Toudai anywaiz. And also as a little hint: the story wouldn't continue
taking place in New York so yea...o man, I'm speaking too much..so anyhow,
here we go chapter 3!!!!
Katana Behind the Bleak
Chapter Three: Confusion
"What?" Keitaro asked confused. He couldn't understand what Motoko was trying to tell him.
"It's my past that I'm struggling with," Motoko answered, "I don't know kendo!"
"What?! You don't know kendo? How can you not know kendo? You seem like a kendo warrior to me!"
"That is because I'm obsessed with my past and my past involves kendo. Many people see me as a very good samurai because I act like one. They are afraid of me when they see me in my kendo uniform, which is a part of my everyday wear, and when they see me take out my sword. I practice kendo, but I practice it alone. No one has ever taught me the art before. My father died a long time ago, before I was even three! Not soon from that tragedy, my sister left in search of the better sword that my father had been looking for during the last half of his life. She had wanted to complete father's unfinished mission. We heard no news of her from that day on. I can barely remember their faces now, except for a picture that I still keep with me. Just a few years ago, mother left too. She abandoned me here in New York with my aunt. I left Kyoto and I left my past, but it is still haunting me. I really want to master kendo, and to become a successor to my father and sister.but I'm unable to! I'm nothing with my katana, compared to father and Tsuruko, my sister."
"Ahh I see I see" Keitaro soothed understandingly as he patted Motoko on her back. Motoko usually wouldn't allow a boy touching her but she didn't care at that moment. Having someone to console her felt a lot better than taking all the tears in to herself. She had got to release what she had been suppressing all those years out. She wanted someone to listen to her cries and share her feelings. For some reason, she felt closer to Keitaro that way. They sat there quietly with no one speaking to each other during the short ten minutes lapse of to which had seemed like an entire hour interval. Anxiety seeped into the air and thickened it to an unbearable extent. At that moment, the school bell rang and interrupted the awkward silence.
"O no! Did I make you stay out here with me when it's school for you?" Motoko cried, realizing that the time they had passed together was school time. She hadn't minded it for herself since she didn't care for her class anyways. By all means, she even slapped Ms. Baka on the face! At that instance, something stirred behind Keitaro as he was about to get up.
"Ara, Keitaro-kun!" a mature girl with hair tied to one side called out. She leaped onto Keitaro and curled her arms around his neck.
Motoko was flabbergasted. "Was this girl Keitaro's girlfriend?" Motoko thought with fury burning her face.
"Keitaro, I'm really sorry to have taken up so much of your time and I don't think you need to worry about me just because I look pitiful..You don't need to be nice to me just because you feel sorry for me. I need no pity from nobody! And I must not stay here any longer to disturb the time between you and your girlfriend!" Motoko cried out with rage.
"Motoko!" Keitaro reached out his hands to stop Motoko from leaving but was stopped in the middle when Mutsumi grabbed a rolled newspaper and whacked him on the face.
"Ow! What was that for?" Keitaro cried out.
"O..there was a big bug on your face," Mutsumi giggled uncontrollably.
"What's wrong with you?" Keitaro asked angry at his friend's stupidity. Then he turned his head to the direction to which where Motoko had stood, but she was already nowhere to be seen.
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Meanwhile..
Motoko ran home. She didn't want to go back to her classes, despite knowing that her block with Ms. Baka had already ended. She rushed past a junior high school of which she saw two young teenage girls about the age of 13 or 14, playing sword fighting with each other using sticks.
Motoko couldn't control her feelings at the sight of those two children playing make-pretend sword fighting.
"Don't make a fool of yourselves! You can never master the art, Kendo!" Motoko screamed aloud at the two young girls, one who looked as if she was about to cry and the other whose face had a wide smile spread across her face. Motoko couldn't understand why she had reacted so impetuously and so mean. The one she was really angry at was she.
One of the young girls who had looked like she was about to cry came over to Motoko.
"Gomenasai!" she cried aloud to Motoko.
Motoko stood stunned. "Why was this girl apologizing to me? Ain't I the one who should be apologizing?" Motoko thought to herself. Motoko stared down at the cute girl. She had rather bluish colored hair with large eyes that were shimmering with tears.
"Uh...It's alright," Motoko answered awkwardly feeling a bit foolish. Before she could even speak her next sentence, another girl who looked rather like an Indian came out and poked at her.
"Wow! You got a nice sword there, lady! Is it tasty?" the girl said as she licked her lips with greed. After having that said, the girl had already placed her mouth over the top of the sword's handle.
"WHAAA...NO!" Motoko screamed as she yanked the handle of her sword out of the girl's mouth.
"Su!!!" the other called aloud, yanking her friend away.
"What Shinobu? I know you wanted to taste that sword too! You just didn't do so! Let me just tell you that I think your cooking tastes better!" Su consoled Shinobu.
"Ummm...I think I'll be going now!" Motoko said, trying to escape the little quarrel going on.
"No! Miss please don't go!" the Indian girl, Su, cried aloud, "We want to learn kendo too!" She tugged onto Motoko's sleeves.
"Yes, please teach us," the shy girl, Shinobu, added in timidly.
Just then, a figure approached the two junior high girls from behind. A young lady around the age of her late twenties walked towards them, "Shinobu, Su! How many times have I told you not to talk to strangers!?"
"But Haruka-obasan!......" Su tried to counter before Shinobu interrupted her in the middle of her sentence, covering her hands over Su's mouth.
"Don't call teacher obasan!" Shinobu reminded her.... But it was too late, the teacher had already heard and begun dragging her two students back into the school.
"Heh," Motoko said, a bit humored by the foolish sight.
As she was about to walk back home, she turned and saw a distant figure around the corner. It was the same figure that she had encountered earlier! That girl with the large bird!
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So what did you think of this chapter? I'm really sorry if u find a lot of mistakes in it, and I don't mind if u point some out to me in ur reviews too since I'm really happy to accept all reviews. If you find mistakes, feel free to point them out in reviews (it's better if u give me examples since it makes things a whole less lot complicated)...I really want to change my mistakes! In fact, I'm really writing to help improve my English so please help do me a kind deed here?! (eyes watering with tears) Anywaiz, just leave a review...Any review is more than welcome! ~~~^^
Katana Behind the Bleak
Chapter Three: Confusion
"What?" Keitaro asked confused. He couldn't understand what Motoko was trying to tell him.
"It's my past that I'm struggling with," Motoko answered, "I don't know kendo!"
"What?! You don't know kendo? How can you not know kendo? You seem like a kendo warrior to me!"
"That is because I'm obsessed with my past and my past involves kendo. Many people see me as a very good samurai because I act like one. They are afraid of me when they see me in my kendo uniform, which is a part of my everyday wear, and when they see me take out my sword. I practice kendo, but I practice it alone. No one has ever taught me the art before. My father died a long time ago, before I was even three! Not soon from that tragedy, my sister left in search of the better sword that my father had been looking for during the last half of his life. She had wanted to complete father's unfinished mission. We heard no news of her from that day on. I can barely remember their faces now, except for a picture that I still keep with me. Just a few years ago, mother left too. She abandoned me here in New York with my aunt. I left Kyoto and I left my past, but it is still haunting me. I really want to master kendo, and to become a successor to my father and sister.but I'm unable to! I'm nothing with my katana, compared to father and Tsuruko, my sister."
"Ahh I see I see" Keitaro soothed understandingly as he patted Motoko on her back. Motoko usually wouldn't allow a boy touching her but she didn't care at that moment. Having someone to console her felt a lot better than taking all the tears in to herself. She had got to release what she had been suppressing all those years out. She wanted someone to listen to her cries and share her feelings. For some reason, she felt closer to Keitaro that way. They sat there quietly with no one speaking to each other during the short ten minutes lapse of to which had seemed like an entire hour interval. Anxiety seeped into the air and thickened it to an unbearable extent. At that moment, the school bell rang and interrupted the awkward silence.
"O no! Did I make you stay out here with me when it's school for you?" Motoko cried, realizing that the time they had passed together was school time. She hadn't minded it for herself since she didn't care for her class anyways. By all means, she even slapped Ms. Baka on the face! At that instance, something stirred behind Keitaro as he was about to get up.
"Ara, Keitaro-kun!" a mature girl with hair tied to one side called out. She leaped onto Keitaro and curled her arms around his neck.
Motoko was flabbergasted. "Was this girl Keitaro's girlfriend?" Motoko thought with fury burning her face.
"Keitaro, I'm really sorry to have taken up so much of your time and I don't think you need to worry about me just because I look pitiful..You don't need to be nice to me just because you feel sorry for me. I need no pity from nobody! And I must not stay here any longer to disturb the time between you and your girlfriend!" Motoko cried out with rage.
"Motoko!" Keitaro reached out his hands to stop Motoko from leaving but was stopped in the middle when Mutsumi grabbed a rolled newspaper and whacked him on the face.
"Ow! What was that for?" Keitaro cried out.
"O..there was a big bug on your face," Mutsumi giggled uncontrollably.
"What's wrong with you?" Keitaro asked angry at his friend's stupidity. Then he turned his head to the direction to which where Motoko had stood, but she was already nowhere to be seen.
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Meanwhile..
Motoko ran home. She didn't want to go back to her classes, despite knowing that her block with Ms. Baka had already ended. She rushed past a junior high school of which she saw two young teenage girls about the age of 13 or 14, playing sword fighting with each other using sticks.
Motoko couldn't control her feelings at the sight of those two children playing make-pretend sword fighting.
"Don't make a fool of yourselves! You can never master the art, Kendo!" Motoko screamed aloud at the two young girls, one who looked as if she was about to cry and the other whose face had a wide smile spread across her face. Motoko couldn't understand why she had reacted so impetuously and so mean. The one she was really angry at was she.
One of the young girls who had looked like she was about to cry came over to Motoko.
"Gomenasai!" she cried aloud to Motoko.
Motoko stood stunned. "Why was this girl apologizing to me? Ain't I the one who should be apologizing?" Motoko thought to herself. Motoko stared down at the cute girl. She had rather bluish colored hair with large eyes that were shimmering with tears.
"Uh...It's alright," Motoko answered awkwardly feeling a bit foolish. Before she could even speak her next sentence, another girl who looked rather like an Indian came out and poked at her.
"Wow! You got a nice sword there, lady! Is it tasty?" the girl said as she licked her lips with greed. After having that said, the girl had already placed her mouth over the top of the sword's handle.
"WHAAA...NO!" Motoko screamed as she yanked the handle of her sword out of the girl's mouth.
"Su!!!" the other called aloud, yanking her friend away.
"What Shinobu? I know you wanted to taste that sword too! You just didn't do so! Let me just tell you that I think your cooking tastes better!" Su consoled Shinobu.
"Ummm...I think I'll be going now!" Motoko said, trying to escape the little quarrel going on.
"No! Miss please don't go!" the Indian girl, Su, cried aloud, "We want to learn kendo too!" She tugged onto Motoko's sleeves.
"Yes, please teach us," the shy girl, Shinobu, added in timidly.
Just then, a figure approached the two junior high girls from behind. A young lady around the age of her late twenties walked towards them, "Shinobu, Su! How many times have I told you not to talk to strangers!?"
"But Haruka-obasan!......" Su tried to counter before Shinobu interrupted her in the middle of her sentence, covering her hands over Su's mouth.
"Don't call teacher obasan!" Shinobu reminded her.... But it was too late, the teacher had already heard and begun dragging her two students back into the school.
"Heh," Motoko said, a bit humored by the foolish sight.
As she was about to walk back home, she turned and saw a distant figure around the corner. It was the same figure that she had encountered earlier! That girl with the large bird!
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So what did you think of this chapter? I'm really sorry if u find a lot of mistakes in it, and I don't mind if u point some out to me in ur reviews too since I'm really happy to accept all reviews. If you find mistakes, feel free to point them out in reviews (it's better if u give me examples since it makes things a whole less lot complicated)...I really want to change my mistakes! In fact, I'm really writing to help improve my English so please help do me a kind deed here?! (eyes watering with tears) Anywaiz, just leave a review...Any review is more than welcome! ~~~^^