Density and Perveptions Pt 11

Previously:

At that, Motoko's hands shot out to latch onto Naru's throat and began to pinch her windpipe while trying to move in desparation. Watching as Naru started to fully wake up as the deadlocked fighters suddenly rolled over and off the bed hitting something and causing a really loud crash that woke many of the tenants from their dreams.

Disclaimer: Ya know, Lawyers should not be the ones to countrol countries. They should only be used to translate Law into layman for us. Love Hina is not an asset of mine.

Note: Yes, Last chapter was odd, but then again, so are dreams. If any were offended by the last chapter let me know why please… Anyway… Shorter Chapter but still important…

Decisions and Apologies

Motoko finally freed herself of Naru's grip and hurriedly grabbed her sword as Naru shook herself free of her dreamworld and faced reality.

Reality happened to be Motoko sitting astride her body with an extremely angry expression on her face with a sword held at the ready.

"I'll teach you to not barge into my room like that you vile woman!"

SWIPE!

Naru stared in horror at her hand as a massive thundering of feet came screeching to halt as the tenants took in the scene…

In the living room, everyone was gathered despite the time of the evening. Everyone was tired, but they were all awake with livid adrenaline. Upset at both Naru and Motoko, the former for her dream, and the latter for trying to maim the former.

Currently, Naru's hand was bandaged up as they others let the story sink in. Hawklyn was the only one standing, pacing with a kind of nervous energy as he analyzed what Naru had said.

"So… Naru… You admit to sleepwalking into Motoko's room because you thought it was Keitaro's room correct?"

"H-hai."

"And to your eyes, it looked like Keitaro was blanketed by Motoko?"

"Yes… The vile wench-"

Hawklyn cut her off, "So you pulled Motoko off him and sat on him yourself?"

"Yes, then I proceeded to try to strangle him-"

"Only it wasn't who you thought you were choking correct?"

"No…" Naru glared hatefully at Motoko, "But she still deserved to die. Keitaro's Mine Aoyama! MINE!"

Motoko's face went into a snarl as a hiss escaped her lips, her eyes narrowing dangerously in agitation. "I hope you realize that I was originally planning to behead you Narusegawa. Don't make me regret taking a finger or two instead."

Hawklyn sighed and shook his head, "Ok girls, we need to resolve this before a fatality hits. Violence isn't the answer and both of you should know that. Perhaps we should ask Keitaro to choose between you two…" He trailed off to look at Keitaro, who looked like he was trying to crawl into the floor.

Hawklyn smiled a bit, "Keitaro, running from decisions only makes them harder, especially where love is concerned… Who do you like the most?"

Keitaro was not well prepared for that question, especially with the undevided attention he was getting. He reflected on his past year with the tenants. Naru had been the most violent one, using almost every accident he had to abuse him in some way. Yes she was beautiful, but she was also extremely fragile, according to what Hawklyn had told him some time ago.

Then there was Motoko. Raven haired, classically beautiful Motoko. She was quiet, hardly spoke without a reason, didn't waste words. Keitaro realized that Motoko's abuse of him had drastically receded the past few months. She hadn't even hit him at all in fact the last four weeks.

"Well?"

Keitaro blinked and came to his senses realizing he hadn't spoken yet. He took a breath and looked toward Motoko as everyone leaned forward a bit in anticipation.

"Motoko, In the time I've known you, your inner strength and constituation has grown quite a bit. You've shown me many things here. Even when in the early days you were angry at me a lot, you still respected me and didn't overdo your anger. You were kind enough to not speak in excess… What attracts me to you is you seem to have an inner peace that Naru is missing-"

A slight gasp is heard but Keitaro rolls right over it with his speech.

"-I choose you Motoko. You are a very refined and mature woman no matter what you say. You may not think you're that pretty but you are. Your eyes draw me in and hold me…"

Motoko was turning rather red with Keitaro's praise as she studied the floor with her eyes, looking up every so often only to see Keitaro's eyes gazing into hers. She didn't feel as Keitaro lavishly praised. She didn't feel beautiful or pretty.

In fact, she felt like a fool. She'd very nearly killed Naru for trying to choke her to death, and here Keitaro was praising her attributes. She looked over at Naru, sadness in her eyes as she eyed the bandaged hand that Naru now favored and frowned. She heard Keitaro trail off, and took a breath to speak, but Naru beat her to it.

The tired and weary tone of Naru's voice rung across the stilled air of the room after Keitaro's short speech. "K-Keitaro, everyone, I'm sorry for what I did… I suppose I should fess up to neing the cause of this…"

Motoko jumped in where Naru trailed off uncertainly, "Yes, it was day before Keitaro came home, I was reading to Keitaro…" She faded off, the blush in her cheeks quite obvious, "C-c-confessing t-to him actually…"

Naru pounced back in, "Yes, and I had decided to come back, only I decided to go up to Keitaro's room to visit… And well, she was there… The door was open, I could hear every word by standing in front of the door, which was open…"

"Yes, you're quite lucky it was only I who saw you and not Keitaro… Anyway, Naru heard the end of my poem to him… And well, what happened last night was something I regret. I'm sory Keitaro… I apologize for my actions last night as they were very dishonorable."

"Same here." Naru's voice latched on to the end of Motoko's statement, causing Motoko to Look at her somewhat surprised as the redhead continued. "All of this was my fault… I reacted selfishly and nearly paid with my life for my mistake. At the time, I guess I was planning to confess to Keitaro too when Motoko was confessing to him. That made me see red and… I'm sorry…" Naru broke down into sobs, comforted by Kitsune while the group just watched in silence, digesting what had been heard.

(A/N: this'll be a short chapter I'm sorry. Beseiged by writer's block. Unsure if this will be the end or not. Possible ideas are settling Motoko's fears and uncovering her father's lack of a role in her life. Or Kitsune finally admitting what is truly bothering her… RnR please.)