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Sleeping Under a Sword

'Since when did Naru...' Keitaro felt light headed from blood loss a her hands travel up and down. Then something poke against his back. 'Get that kind of stuff...' The object poked persistantly against his side. Tentatively he reach down with his free hand. 'Wait! That feels like the pommel of ...Hina Blade...That Means...MOTOKO?!'

Trembling violently Keitaro looks over his shoulder. 'Motoko's hair is black! How could I have mistaken her for Naru. This is bad!' Feeling a full blown panic attack Keitaro shank away from Motoko's sleeping form. 'If it's Naru, I would only be punch to the next weekend, but Motoko will send me to the next graveyard if she wakes up like this.' With fear plays on his high strung nerves and Motoko's carassing touch raises his blood pressure, Keitaro whimpered.

The alarm rang. "Zzz Wha... That wasn't my alarm. Urgh!" 'Note to self: Refuse future challenges from Kitsune.' Motoko stoically raise herself from her futon, and ignores the pounding headache that makes her room swim before her eyes. A light slap against her thigh stiffens her back. "Who dare...Oh!" A sweat drop appear on her head as picked up her sword. 'I must have been extremely intoxicated to just fell asleep without properly putting away my sword.' She glance down at herself. 'I only managed to take off my outer clothings. No wonder my chest felt so tight. With her beloved katana in one hand she step forward. 'I must keep to my training regiment.' "Argh!" She trip over a trembling mass. It rolls over from the impact, and Keitaro had his face planted where it does the most damage. Blood fountains onto Motoko's chest wrapping. "YOU! What...how...Urashima! Did we...when...Whhyyy!" Motoko stutters as she points at the sleep deprived manager.

"Um Motoko...You are the one who came into "my" room..." Slowly Keitaro inches away from the kendo girl.

Motoko's eyes darts left and right like those of a trapped animal. They registered that this isn't her room, and that wasn't her futon. It was Keitaro's room, and Keitaro's futon that she spent the night in. 'We...He...something must have happened!' Her face went blank. One trembling hand clutch onto the sword. Her hair hides her face in its shadows. "Urashima." She said in a blank tone.

Keitaro gulped. "Yes, Motoko?"

"Give me back my chastity NOW!" She charges at him. With great effort she swings her sword, sheath and all, at Keitaro. "Rock Spliting Sword!" The rage powered strike charged blow send Keitaro bouncing onto his balcony. The blazing valkarye follows up with, "Thunder blade succession technique!" Multiple ki waves joulst Keitaro in midair, sending him high into the atmosphere, but it follows with a large bolt of lightning that drills the immortal manager into the hotsprings. coughing and spluttering Keitaro crawled out of the water and behind a large boulder. Motoko stroll out of Keitaro's battered room and leaps down into the hotsprings. Her eyes were unreadable as she casually trails after Keitaro. Her sword was unsheathed.

'I should have die from that.' Craweling on his belly, Keitaro hears Motoko's footsteps beind him.

"Evil Cutting Sword: Second form!" The blast flips Keitaro over and rip through his clothing.

'I don't wanna die...I don't wanna die...' He pull himself behind a large boulder. "I don't wanna die." Smoking and bruised from Motoko's three ultimate techniques Keitaro look around furtively for an escape. A near fatal blow struck where Keitaro's head was. It split the boulder in half. Keitaro sweat profusely as he limp away from Motoko's fury. "I am innocent! We both still have our cloths on." Keitaro dodge a wild swing from Motoko, who was gasping from the overuse of her ki. "How could anything have happened if we still have our cloths on?"

"Rock Spliting Sword." Emotions rage across Motoko's face as her attack lands inchs away from where she aimed it. The blast smashes Keitaro against the wall of the hotspring. "I don't believe you. You don't have the will power! Tornado Blade!" Strong wind rip loose gravels and rock shards out of the ground and pelt them at Keitaro.

One exhausted and one beaten the two faces eachother. Motoko growls, demolished the rock beside Keitaro, and sends Keitaro flying with a vicious backhand. "You vile, lechous, male! How dare you do this to me?" She screams at Keitaro as he pushes himself up on shaky arms. "Your deceiving tongue is more disgusting than that 'thing' you brought here." A tear drips down onto the ground. Emotion disappeared from her face as she spoke in a frigid voice. "After taking advantage of me, you must have put my cloth back on to cover up your misadventure." With one hand she picked up Keitaro by his neck. "Do you have any last words." Her face reddens as she gave Keitaro a good once over. 'He have gotten...Must focuse!' Motoko shook her head violently to dispell the vision of what might have happened. She stared calmly into Keitaro's eyes as he struggles to breath. "If not, I will be seeing you in the next world..."

Plying futilly at Motoko's iron grip Keitaro croaks. "Why are you in "my" room in the first place?" He closed his eyes and wait for the final blow.

Everything went silent.

Confusion crack through Motoko's mask, follow by panic. She felt as if she was the one who is struggling to stay alive. "I...don't...know..." Her arms begins to tremble. Her mouth was gape open.

Opening his eyes saw the same look Naru had the night before. Except Motoko isn't running away from him. She is looking him in the eye. 'Why?'

A hoarse sound tore out of Motoko's mouth. "I was drunk! I didn't know where I was or who I was with." Anguish washed over her face. "Why did you take advantage of me you bastard?" Strength drain out of her arms like water. Keitaro fell to his knees, and then Motoko fell as well. Her mask of detachment, long ago place there by another tramatic event, collapses. "I was too weak! If I was like my sister I would have never drank with Kitsune, and I certainly wouldn't have been with you!"

Keitaro felt a sharp pain in his chest, but then he saw the Hina blade lying two feet away. Motoko was unarmed. He reaches out tentatively. "Motoko..."

"Don't touch me!" She shrank away. "...I am ruined..." Sobbing the kendo girl rock back and forth in her fetal position. "If only I was stronger!"

Keitaro's world crumbles.

Keitaro awoke with a start. 'That was a dream!' He felt himself tremble. 'More like a nightmare!'

"Thank god!" He gave himself a look over to make sure everything is still "clean." 'Now to get myself out of this mess before thing really starts to happen.' Slipping out from under the other arm he slowly crawled out from underneath the blanket. Grunting slightly from the unexpected heaviness of the blanket he successfully escapes the futon. Looking back at Motoko, who is still soundly asleep under "his" blanket he realise that... "Now what?"

Keitaro looks around the room. There are several extra blankets on the side. He could use those, but what of Motoko. Thinking back to his dream, Keitaro pondered. 'Staying here is out of the question. Girls would kill me if they find out what happened here with or without my side of the story.

If I go to another room and leave Motoko in my futon...I might live through tomorrow, but...' He imagines Kitsune giggling while a tomato faced Motoko with swirling eyes chases him around with her bokken. "I don't love Urashima!" 'I would have to live in a cardboard box for a few months.'

He stare at the lump sum of half of his problems with his blood shot eyes. 'I will have to carry her back to her room.' He reaches to take the blanket off, and freezes. 'I can't!' His hand shrank back an inch. 'What if...she is in her underwear?' His nose bleed restarts. 'What if.... she sleeps in NUDE?" Keitaro yanks on his hair as his blood stream out of his nose.

After pluging up what could have been a fatal loss of blood Keitaro looks at Motoko's sleeping form. 'I must be strong...and smart for operation Get Motoko to Her Room to succeed!' He clench his fist as he saw Motoko rolls up tighter in his blankets. A light flashes in his mind. 'That's it! If I carry her along with the blankets, then she is all covered up. I won't see whether she is dressed or not and she won't see me if she wakes up!'

"Okay! Courage and Strength!" He gulp as he kneel down beside Motoko's sleeping form. Slipping his two trembling arms under Motoko to lifts the sleeping girl up from the futon.

Motoko gave a soft moan and rolled into his arms.

'That was easier that I thought. Now lift, Keitaro!'

Motoko rolled again, right out of his arms.

'Oh no!' Pouncing on the falling girl Keitaro attempts to soften the impending impact. 'She is a light sleeper!'

With his entire life flashing before his eyes, Keitaro pulls Motoko into a firm embrace. Releasing his breath he opens his eyes and felt blood rushing into his two extremities. If Kitsune finds out, my remains will be buried inside match boxes. With his two legs on each side and Motoko fitting snuggly against the cavity of his body Keitaro felt extremely "nice." With his nose rumbling with growing pressure Keitaro gently set Motoko down on the futon. 'Forget it! I better run! Now!' His foot was caught in the blanket.

Bam! He went face down right beside the stirring Motoko. "Mmmm..." She rolls over him. Their position is reversed.

"I am dead meat!"

Author's note:

Aheem! Ouch!

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