The art of betrayal
Part 2: those you've forgotten.
Ownership? Where!? I don't see anything.
speech". thoughts. Noises. "LOUD YELLING" "(whispers)"
time/place
Don't worry, you'll figure it out.
"She died. I stood there and watched as it happened, as the life drained out of her body. I was useless… worthless. I still am."
Haruka felt the sadness emanating from his voice, the deep utter loathsome he had for himself and the pain… the pain he had hidden from even her for all these years.
She watched as he sat there and starred down into his lap with his unseeing eyes. His bodily expression was of gilt… shame. Reika must have been something special to him, she told herself as she watched his only movement, his breathing.
Suddenly he turned to her, a forced smile covering his face.
"It's funny isn't it? My pathetic life… I'm so useless." His smile dropped and he turned his gaze to the ground.
"Keitaro-"
"I couldn't help it." He interrupted, "I just couldn't help myself. They looked so alike, like twins. It was as if I had been granted another chance. I didn't know what to do…"
"Naru." It was a plain statement; the words flowed from Haruka's mouth without thought.
"Why does everyone leave me?" Keitaro said as his head snapped up, his body shuddering and his breath raspy.
"Keitaro?" Haruka asked as his body started to shiver. She stood up and made a move to touch him.
"No… it'll pass." He rasped and took a deep breath. He held it for a couple seconds before releasing it, his body calming.
Haruka stood there and starred at him, his shoulders slouched, breath ragged, and his hair messed up. He just looked so… old. Haruka shuddered at the thought.
"How's Motoko?" he asked suddenly right before the eerie silence settled.
"She's fine, she came in a little beat up last night… do you know how that happened?" she knew quite well that he knew but didn't bother to state the fact.
"I hit her pretty hard." That she wasn't expecting.
"You hit her?" she asked with raised eyebrows. She thought that… well she didn't know what to think but hitting her was far from it.
"Well not in the literal sense, I attacked her." He said with a sigh.
"How?" she asked fully intrigued.
"With this." He lifted his right arm and slowly opened his fist. In it was a perfectly round sphere of… something. It was small, about the size of a golf ball, but radiated power… pure power. It was clear like fresh water but looked like some sort of gel.
"What is it?" Haruka asked completely entranced by it.
"I don't know. But I can control it… it bends to my will and I use it… that's all I know." He exclaimed as she watched it expand and change shape erratically. Then it stopped, back in the perfect sphere but this time different.
This time it was solid, steam rising from it. The surface was chilled, little crystals forming into random lines around it like the rings around the planets. It was-
"Ice." Haruka exclaimed with amazement. Then it changed again, heat coming from it now, and darkness. The ball was hot like fire but black as shadow, but there was a ring of electricity around it now.
"Wow." Was all she could say before it disappeared.
It was then that the doctor arrived.
"Ma'am, we will have to ask you to go to your room now. It is against hospital policy to have a visitor stay in the patient's room for longer than 8 hours with no sleep if it is morning. I'm sorry." The doctor said with sincerity looking from Haruka to Keitaro.
Haruka nodded and turned back to Keitaro.
"I'll be back, try to get some sleep." She whispered soothingly and stood up.
"I'll try Haruka… I'll try." He whispered back before she disappeared through the door.
later>>>>
"They said I could go home tomorrow… after the psychiatric exam. They want to know if I'm suicidal." He said blandly as his body starred up at the ceiling.
"We'll have a party set for you then." Haruka said happily as she sat back down in her seat by his bed. It was noon now, lunch had just passed.
"Do you think I'm suicidal?" he didn't even turn to her as he said it, his dead eyes just kept starring at the ceiling.
"Keitaro I-"
"You do don't you. You think I'm going to go into the bathroom and take all four hundred pills in the cabinet… it would be so easy… so painless."
"No!" she blurted out as she stood up, "Keitaro no, don't ever think that way. I would never think you capable of something like that so you shouldn't either." She said calmly as she placed a hand on his chest, the raise and fall from his breathing giving her a sense of reassurance as silence stretched forth.
He continued to stare up at the ceiling, not moving but only to breathe. And she starred down at him, never taking away her hand as the contest of wills continued, even though he couldn't see anything.
"They're gone… they left me…" he spoke softly as he turned his head away from her to the wall. She had won.
"No Keitaro, I'm sure Reika still loves you… even now. As for Naru, she was a bitch. She used you and left you nothing; all she was is a look alike, not the same thing. You have to realize that now. Besides, there are many who still love you. Motoko, Kitsune, Mutsumi, and even Shinobu. They all love you with all their heart and you need to realize that." Haruka said with assurance. She slowly lifted her hand from his chest and sat back on her chair, her mental strain showing itself with a small headache.
Damn you Naru.
"All this wasted time… for nothing. I gave all I had for it and was rewarded with… nothing. Mutsumi loved me; truly loved me… but I chose Naru. What a fool I was." He was looking at the ceiling again, his facial features slack.
"But it's not too late Keitaro, you still have a chance." Haruka urged.
"She must hate me now, I would."
"But Keitaro I just said-"
"No Haruka, how would you feel? To spend so much time in love with someone but to have to watch him parade around in love with someone else. To know that with every kiss they shared he thought of you less and less. To watch them smile and be happy together while they didn't even know you were there or even care. How would you feel, truly feel? I couldn't stand it, I was such a fool." His voice was sad and depressed but all the fault was placed at himself.
"Keitaro come on you can't really say that. It's not fair to Mutsumi or yourself." Haruka urged as a small tear fell from her eye.
"No Haruka, I can. I even know how it feels. I had it happen to me. I watched as Naru paraded around with Seta and left me like I was some nuisance, or even worse ignored me. I know how it feels… but I did it anyway. I didn't care that Mutsumi was there to see us kiss, to see us hug, to see us be together and our love grow… or at least my love. I didn't care. Even when I found her crying in her room at night I never bothered to find out why. For that I have greatly sinned upon her. I don't deserve anything she gives unto me unless it is hate. But I know she can't hate me. It is against her nature to do so. So she sits there, utterly in love with one who flaunts his love with another like child with a new toy." He starred at the ceiling as if he could actually see, the only emotion in his face sadness.
"But keitaro-"
"And now what do you propose that I do. Huh Haruka? Do you expect me to go to her like a lost dog and beg for her love? I do not deserve it. How would that look to her? Coming to her as soon as I lose my love… my precious… and acting like I'm in love with her, making her look like some back up plan if it doesn't work out. Is that truly fair to her? I don't think so. She deserves more than that… more than anything I could give." His body shuddered a little, the air growing cold.
"But she loves you Keitaro, it's not fair to still have her wait like this if she truly loves you. The more you wait, the more pain she will feel… you don't want that do you?" she asked sincerely.
"Haruka… do you realize what you are saying? You act like coming to her will salve all her problems, as if she would be truly happy. But it is quiet contraire. If I do as you wish then she will always have that doubt, that if this never happened then would I have never come to her? She would forever think of herself as a scapegoat for when things got tough. She doesn't deserve to have to go through her days always wondering what if this and what if that. It's not fair, not even if it were Naru we were talking about. I can't condone something like that ever happening because of me. It's already this far along in the game, I think it best if I would leave." He exclaimed calmly but he didn't move; only his breathing took up his muscle movement.
Haruka had had enough.
"YOU'RE SCARED!" she screamed as she stood up, her chair flying backwards from the sudden movement. Even Keitaro turned to her, the first movement in a long while.
"You're scared of loving her! Scared that she'll leave you like Reika and Naru!" she screamed as her fists clenched. "I'm TIERED of your pity party Keitaro! You're so stuck up in your own misery that you can't tell that your hurting others. Maybe if you would pull your head out of your ass then you would realize that Mutsumi doesn't care about being second as long as she has you!" she took a deep breath and calmed herself.
"Look Keitaro, I'm sorry that Reika died and Naru left you, I really am, but this helps no one. You said you wanted to be like your old self, so start with now. Don't let this get to you. Trials and hardships are part of life, not the definition. So buck up man, you'll keep living just like every one else. Just realize that no matter what you do some people will always love you. Mutsumi is one of them." Haruka finished as she wiped a tear from her eye.
Keitaro looked at her, amazement evident on his face. His mouth lay open and his eyebrows raised, but he slowly nodded his head and a soft smile graced his features.
"I have to go Keitaro. You ponder that and I'll see you when I pick you up tomorrow for the homecoming party. At least we know you still heal fast." She said with a smile and headed for the door. As she reached it and pushed it open his voice called her to stop.
"Haruka… they told me that I'm blind… that I'll never see again…
but thanks for trying anyway…"
home>>>>
The blue Mustang slowly pulled into the driveway, the engine roaring before it silenced and stopped. Haruka opened her door slowly and stepped out. She grimaced as the sunlight shone mercilessly on her eyes, today would be a sunny day.
Her footsteps sounded sharply as she made her way up the stairs that lead to the way to the Hintou Sou. With every step brought upon more and more anxiety for what she was going to say to the girls. Before she knew it she was at the front door, her hand clutching the handle tightly.
She took a deep breath and put on a mask of semi-Harukaness and opened the door. What she found however caused a smile to fill her face.
Right in the main hallway was seta, gagged and tied to a chair. He looked relatively unhurt but you never know. Immediately he glared at her and tried to scoot away.
She chuckled humorously and walked up to him, her hands on her hips. He continued to glare but a fragment of a smile could still be seen in his eyes. He wasn't too angry.
"Well let's have a look here shall we? You didn't tell them did you?" she asked with amusement as she bent over and looked him dead in the eye. He sighed and shook his head no.
She smiled and removed the gag from his mouth. He coughed and glared at her some more but a smile was evident on his lips.
"I guess you need a reward." She said playfully and bent over to kiss him. She stopped however when someone cleared their throat behind her. She chuckled and turned around to find Motoko behind her, stoic as ever.
"Where were you Haruka-san?" she asked plainly as she gazed at her with a keen eye searching for the truth.
"I'll tell everyone on the kitchen." Haruka answered evenly and walked away leaving a disappointed seta in her wake.
elsewhere>>>>>
SMACK!
The sound echoed throughout her small apartment as his body was flung to the ground. His head bounced off the white linoleum sending water flying in all directions from his still damp hair.
"You… you…. You BASTARD!" she screamed as he started to stomp on his chest, her high heels making it all the more enjoyable to hear him scream. The hollow thud repeating itself over and over.
"I can't believe I trusted you!' she yelled as she spit on him, the spit hitting him in the side of his face and trailing into his eye. He groaned and looked up at her, a purple hand shaped mark and a busted lip sporting his face. His face was curled into a smile… one that seemed to taunt her as she looked at him.
He laughed and pulled himself to his feet, bringing his hand up and smoothing out his still damp hair. He turned his brown eyes to hers and his smile grew bolder.
She slammed her knee into his nuts.
He fell to his knees rapidly, pain racing through his body. His mouth flew open and his face contorted in a silent scream of pain.
She logged it in her memory.
"I made a mistake ever thinking that someone like you would ever be able to love someone. You're just a cheep man out for cheep thrills." She growled as she looked over at the blond, almost white, haired woman who was looking out of her bathroom door. The other woman's long tresses were matted to her head from the shower that she had just come out of.
"I… I didn't know!" she pleaded as tears welled up in her eyes. She was young, maybe just turned twenty… still a child.
The angry woman nodded her acknowledgement and turned her attention back to the man before her. He was still on his knees, his face red with pain but his expression was calm, the smirk still there.
Oh how she wanted to rip his face off and shove it up his ass.
"C'mon babe, I know you're angry but we can work this out." He said in a sly voice as he slowly pushed himself to his feet.
"Work this out!? I come home to find you and this little bitch screwing away in the bathroom of my apartment! And you think we can Work. This. Out!" she growled as she gave an apologetic look to the girl she had just insulted.
"But honey, you wouldn't leave me even if you wanted to. I'm rich, bitch! you need me to support you. Without me and my company you're nothing." He said with a grin before chuckling.
He was surprised to see a smirk on her face.
"Your company? You mean your fathers company. Are we correct?" she asked smiling. He shrugged if off as a minor indifference and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Who cares whose company it is. My father is on his deathbed and the whole thing falls on me when he's gone." He smiled and shook his head.
"Really? Is that why I'm the sole reason this company has gone so far? Is that why I'm named as his heir in his will? That every asset you own belongs to me starting tomorrow?" his grin died as this started to process in his mind.
"You're lying!" he screamed as he looked at her with pure fear.
"Kentaro, honey," she mocked, "why do you think I've been gone for all this time. I've been by your father's side for three months as he died. You didn't even call, yet you still spent his money. He revised his will a few days before he died. You are nothing to him." She said calmly, her face in a set mask.
"N-no!" he exclaimed shocked.
"To think, you screwed up your own life so bad in one day, a world record I presume. Anyway the rent is due for this month and I'm not going to pay it. It's rather expensive and I got better things to do with my money. You can handle it for me." She smiled and turned her attention to the girl still in the bathroom.
"You need I ride home? I'm sure whatever money he was going to pay you is not there anymore." She said with a sigh. The girl stood there a couple seconds in contemplation before she nodded and disappeared back into the bathroom to get dressed. All of a sudden she couldn't stand her own apartment anymore. It all seemed so… tainted.
"I'm in the red BMW." she called out to the girl before heading to the door not caring if she answered.
"Wait Megumi!" Kentaro called out but he was cut off as the door slammed shut.
The BMW started in one try, the engine howling with power. Megumi sat there and starred out the windshield as he vision grew blurry. She had expected it, as much as she told herself that he was trustworthy, she could never get over the fact that he always seemed to be somewhere else.
She felt them now, the warm tears trailing their way down her smooth face, the way her eyes stung as she refused to blink, the way her throat tightened. Her vision was so blurry that she couldn't even see the steering wheel in front of her. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel, the knuckles popping in her fingers from how tight she was holding.
She sat there and cried her eyes out, never making a sound as her heart bust from within and sent pure sadness through her body. A small tap on the passenger window caught her attention and drew herself from within herself. She quickly pushed the unlock bottom and let the poor girl in.
Poor girl? I'm the poor girl she thought sadly to herself.
Megumi wiped her eyes and turned her attention to the girl. The girl was a bit taller than her, but so was everyone else. She had waist length white blond hair with dirty blond highlights. She was pretty, maybe even gorgeous but she covered herself well. She wore fairly modest cloths, hiding a lot from the average person. Meg could tell that she had a great figure under the air force jacket and t-shirt she had on but it was hard to tell in the car. She wore slightly form fitting jeans that hinted at the toned legs underneath. Her face was beautiful, light brown almost gold eyes starring out with a look that didn't suit Meg's earlier comment of her.
She had a naive sparkle in her eye, and shame… but also confusion. Her eyebrows were the same color as her hair but on the thin side. Her lips were thin also, in fact everything about her seemed small and fragile, including her posture at the moment.
Just the way he likes 'em. She growled as she thought of him.
"What's your name?" Megumi asked as she put the car in gear and pulled out of he apartment complex.
"Ann O'Malley…" the girl answered hesitantly, she had a British accent. Meg smiled for the first time today. A foreigner that could speak pretty good Japanese, but why was she here.
"Why were you in my apartment?" Meg asked as she feigned a cold demeanor, she somehow couldn't get angry at the girl.
"I… I was looking for a place to stay while I start collage at Tokyo U. your uh… boyfriend… offered my a place and I agreed. I don't know what happened! I didn't know he was taken. He just seemed so nice and I couldn't help myself… it… it was my first time." Meg glanced over at the young woman to see her staring at the ground in shame and her cheeks aflame with embarrassment.
"Really now?" Meg asked in dead monotone. "You need a place to stay and I need a friend… how about it?" immediately the other girl's head snapped up in her direction.
"I couldn't. I mean I just screwed up you relationship and-"
"Oh I was coming to dump him anyway. He didn't come to his fathers funeral or anything." She lied as she slowly but surly accelerated to well past the speed limits of the highway.
"Are you sure?" she asked, hope flooding her voice.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Se said with a genuine smile, "one more thing" she exclaimed quickly as she sped up more and turned on the music.
"What?" Ann asked as she leaned back and enjoyed the ride.
"I teach at Tokyo U."
hinata>>>>
"So are all the preparations ready?" Haruka asked as she walked into the main hall where everyone was waiting to give their status report.
"The food is all prepared." Shinobu said with a smile.
"The drinks are on the way." Kitsune exclaimed with a wink.
"I have researched the names you have given me. None of them come up, only high school records. It's as if they disappeared off the face of the planet!" Motoko said with a slight trace of frustration.
"Well keep your eyes open." Haruka answered with a sigh. This isn't going as planned.
"My special present is ready for him." Suu interrupted happily giving everyone a brief thought of panic before moving on.
"well lets get some sleep. I pick him up at eight o'clock sharp."
the hospital>>>>>
Rain. He was really starting to like it these days, those little droplets of emotional hell that fell like tears from the heavens. Yes, the drowning out of all sound like the earplugs of the world. It was the quiet pitter-patter of the droplets on the roof that were calling to him as he awoke, the muffled noise stretching forth and summoning him to consciousness.
It was cold… dreadfully cold. His body shivered as he felt around for the blankets. They were nowhere to be found.
He growled and sat up, the ever-present darkness causing the outside world to turn into a dangerous and foreboding place. He sighed as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked down. For all he knew there was no floor underneath him and he would just fall to his death.
What am I thinking? Be reasonable Urashima! He growled at himself before sliding off the bed. He felt the air rush past him as he fell. His body froze and he could not say a word.
The drop was a lot more than what he thought it would be. He kept falling, the air rushing past him as he went. Suddenly it happened. He-
Keitaro sat up straight in his bed, his breath ragged and his muscles tight. His fists were clenched, the nails biting sharply into his skin. He felt the warm trickle of a fluid down his hands and the coppery smell of blood invading his senses.
It was a dream, only a dream. He told himself as his senses blared warning at him.
It wasn't the first time he noticed that all of his other senses seemed to be kicking it into overdrive. He could even hear the footsteps of the doctor walking five floors above him.
However it was the sharp and even clack that got his attention as the sound grew nearer and nearer. It was like a hammer to his head, each step shaking his senses like an earthquake. He felt nauseated just hearing it.
He grabbed his head with his hands, the coppery smell now adding to his overloaded senses. He felt his stomach churn as the sounds and smell grew loader and stronger. He clenched his teeth and forced his senses to mellow out. His strain was felt throughout his already pain filled brain but he was reworded as the feeling started to ebb away and the pain decreased.
The footsteps came to a stop outside his door. He listened to the sound of ruffling clothes then the sharp sound of a knock invaded his senses.
"Keitaro… Keitaro are you up?" it was Haruka… funny how he had just woken up, she must have been psychic or something.
"Yeah." He called out lamely as he turned his attention towards the door even though he couldn't see where it was.
He winced as the creak of the door stung his overly sensitive ears.
"You ready?" she asked tentatively, her voice full of hope.
"Yeah, they dressed me last night." He said causally as he stood up and slid off the bed. He half expected to fall to his doom in doing so.
Haruka looked at him and frowned. He was dressed in the same cloths as when he came here, in the same condition.
His jacket sleeves were ripped and the left one was torn off. The tuxedo shirt he wore under that had holes in it and blood trailing down it. His black pants were covered in a thin layer of dirt, residue from the mud he had slipped in. that mixed with the slightly red gauze he was wearing made him look like some sort of zombie. She smiled as she new exactly how to stall so that everything would be ready when they got back.
"Keitaro, you look terrible!" she exclaimed with mirth as she walked up to him.
"Oh thanks a lot Haruka." He said blandly as he crossed his arms. She looked at him slyly but stopped when she realized that he couldn't see her.
"C'mon Keitaro, lets go shopping!" she said with more emotion then he had ever herd her use before. It was effective however to get a smile on his face, if only a small one.
It was early, the sun still rising over the mountains. Yet this house was a blur of motion.
"Keitaro should be here anytime now!" Shinobu's voice sounded throughout the building from the kitchen as she hurried on the final preparations.
"The drinks are late!" Kitsune's irritated voice called out to all who were listening.
Which was no one.
"I'm done with the décor." Motoko called out as she wiped the sweat from her brow. They had gone all out for the party. Streamers had gone up, balloons and everything. However Motoko was the one who fixed up all the miscellaneous holes that Keitaro wouldn't be able to find now.
Motoko's blood ran cold as she remembered the one distinct fact that Haruka had told them.
Keitaro is blind. Those three words sent more pain through her heart than any other words she had ever heard. The reaction they gave was immediate. Kitsune's jaw dropped, her eyes opened wide, and she went from piss drunk to sober in .65 seconds. Mutsumi had disappeared soon afterwards, she had just walked out and no one had heard from her since. Suu went from shocked to into her room and had been making Keitaro a special present ever since. Sarah had looked at Haruka funny before shaking her head in anger and disappointment. Motoko herself was taken back by the proclamation. It was in that instant that she felt the most emotional distress and depression since her sister had left when she was young.
But it was poor Shinobu who had taken it the worse. Shinobu had promptly passed out after the news was told. This was an expected reaction. However it was when she awoke that she started to act differently. She flatly refused to believe that Keitaro was blind and even went far enough to call Haruka a liar. A fight of words had erupted before Haruka settled it with her proposition for the party.
A knock at the front door captured her thoughts.
"Here, this will help." Haruka's voice came to his ears. The sweet tone she used was so different from the monotone she usually talked with. She seemed so open now compared to what she used to be like. But that was natural; she still must feel bad for him.
Pity. He bit the inside of his cheek to clear his head. He didn't need to get caught up on things like that anymore. The overwhelming coppery taste easily washed that away but he still wasn't used to everything being so… intense. He searched out with his ears to find where they were. It seemed like a crowded mall, the thousands of voices and smells indiscernible from each other. However it was the shuffling of clothes that caught his attention.
He felt a tugging on the gauze over his eyes and the refreshing coolness of air on his eyelids. His heat quickened a he opened his eyes, hope still in him. But alas he saw nothing, disappointment freezing his stomach.
Haruka starred at him with raised eyebrows. She had been slightly hoping that he would be able to see when his eyes opened. By his reaction it was obvious that he was still blind. She however took this time to study, really study, his face without his glasses and with his eyes the way they were.
He looked younger, eighteen maybe, but he seemed to have a lot more maturity. She realized at that point that Keitaro had a baby face and he was defiantly handsome. But those eyes of his stole her attention away and froze he in her place.
They had healed, no trace of blood or cuts on them, but they were so different now. Gone was the smooth chocolate brown that once colored his eyes, replaced with a dead slate gray. His pupils were now small, barely half the size of what they usually where. However his eyes seemed normal, they weren't deformed or anything like that, if anything they seemed to be his natural eyes. If some random person were to walk up to him right now they wouldn't know that he was blind… and that was a problem.
Although Haruka thought it was great that her nephew was still handsome after his accident, it would do him no good if strangers came up to him and started to ask him questions when he was unable to see them. She decided on a quick remedy to fix that.
Keitaro sighed as he heard her footsteps head away from him leaving him in the middle of the store alone. It wasn't that he was scared or anything but she hadn't commented or even made a noise since he had opened his eyes. He hoped his face wasn't destroyed.
Her footsteps returned not five minutes later and there was an obvious spring to her step.
"Keitaro I got an idea to help people know that your blind." There was a smile in her voice, it tugged at his lips but he kept a straight face.
"And why would I want people to know that I'm blind?" he asked simply as he raised an eyebrow.
"Because people cant tell if your blind the way you are now, you don't even look like it. But…" he felt her hot breath on the side of his face and the pressure of her weight on his chest as a soft silky thing was placed over his eyes and expertly tiered around his head.
"With this they can guess." She smiled as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. She had wrapped a silk jet-black blindfold over his eyes and tied it around his head so that now his eyes were hidden, the blindfold stopping right before reaching his eyebrows. She reached over and pushed his bangs up so that they fell back down and slightly coved the blindfold. The back of the blindfold was tied with a simple small knot that was hidden under his hair and the remaining cloth flowed down to his shoulders in two black ribbons. Even with the blindfold he caught the attention of a group of teenage girls that walked past. At least she still had it in her when it came to fashion sense.
She had dressed him in a simple non-logo large black t-shirt that stretched down his knees where his large baggy jeans came down over his legs. It was simple attire but the new wardrobe seemed to fit now that he was changing himself on the inside.
He looked up at the ceiling and sighed, a serene look coming over his face.
"It is time," He whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "time to return." When he looked down again he looked like he was a completely different man. His physical features were the same but the vibe he gave off was so different. Just by looking at him he seemed more enlightened, happy. He seemed old and knowledgeable yet young and reckless at the same time. Cautious yet outgoing, laidback yet intense. But as she starred at the new Keitaro she realized one thing; this was the natural and true Keitaro Urashima, without the façade or hiding anything. He was even smiling a true smile.
"Shall we go?" he asked as his smile turned into a playful grin.
"Yeah lets go."
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Yeah, so I lied about past being past but it's really needed for the plot to get to where I want it to be. And that's a secrete. I'm posting as I finish every other chapter, so now you know if there's a next one. I'll try to keep every chapter as long as this one but no promises either way.
As for the bashing of the hina girls. I find there to be a little bit of excess in that department, but yes. I will fit in a Keitaro snaps in this story. It's actually part of the plot. And it never gets old, Sorta. There is a lot of foreshadowing in this chapter for later chapters so be on the look out. Hers a hint:
Why did Keitaro fall in love with Naru? (As I stated)
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