Disclamer: I do not own Love Hina
A Measure of Self Control (Part I)
"Dreams give one will to live." One concil man looks up at the silent Hinata. "Dreams unfullfilled gives great pain." His friend appears to his left. "But to lose one's dreams is to lose the will to live." The last concil man appears to the two's right. Wind blew a leaf across our view and they disappeared.
'How can this happen to me!' Keitaro wept as he felt Motoko rubs her unmentionables on the blanket. Spirits must have vendettas against me. 'In my twenty years, no girl would get within a meter of me, and now in the most dangerous time...My executioner is nuzzling my neck!'
On queue, his captor inhales deeply against the hollow of his neck. Shocks ran down Keitaro's body. 'Must... control...self...' An overpowering urge to roll over shook Keitaro's conscience. His mind wanders down to his 'incidents' with Naru and Motoko. With an effort he drag his mind back. 'I am a man. I can control myself. I will not hurt Naru...Motoko...which ever girl that is currently on my back!' Then something else hit him. 'I need to relieve myself! Help!'
Long surpressed problems came to the surface as Keitaro struggles with the situation. 'Good self control girl is safe less painful beating, vs lose self control hurt girl a slow, agonizing, painful, death.'
"I must get her off of me!" Muttering to himself, Keitaro carefully tip Motoko to the side. Finally with a sigh she roll of his back.
Keitaro jumped out of the futon and ran to the washroom.
Moments later he walk back to his room. 'I better get some blankets so I could sleep in another room.' Tiptoeing, he sneak pass the sleeper and gathered up his extra blankets. A thought struck him. "Who is she?"
Keitaro quickly glance at the lump on his futon. 'I only guessed it was Naru or Motoko...and it is so dark that I can't tell for sure which.' His face began to flush. 'It is the first time a girl sleeps this close to me. I wonder who...' Instantly, he caught himself reaching to uncover his mystery bed mate. 'No!' He snatch his hand back. 'If I screw up now...Everything will take a turn for the worst.' As he silently picked up his blankets, he saw somethingwith the corner of his eyes. "What?" A sound cause him to whip around to face...Motoko. The girl is slowly getting up from his futon. 'SHE IS AWAKE!'
Trembling violently, Keitaro could only see a faint outline of a female figure. 'She isn't wearing anything!' Motoko took a small hesitant step toward him, and he took a small step away. She then slowly walked up to the petrified manager.
'Wait! Something...' "Waah!" Motoko bowled Keitaro over. On the floor with a girl draped on top, Keitaro could only think of one thing.
"Am I in heaven or hell?" He whispers and wrap his arms around the person. Inside, he felt tired, of fears, of rejections, and of unanswered questions."
Motoko answered. "Ara!"
"Mutsume!" Keitaro yelp as the girl gave him a light squeeze.