Motoko and Keitaro: a Love (Hina) Story
By: Daimyo Shi
Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina, no how much I would like to. Or what I give to trade place with Keitaro.
(thoughts)
Keitaro looked up from the Samurai book he was reading.
(Well I never been good at understanding Samurai. I just though they made cool Manga characters.) though Keitaro.
Keitaro when back to his book shelf and put his book back. He noticed a slight budge in the Tatami mat. She lifted the mat and found a slightly bulging board. Keitaro lifted the board and founds a small lever. Curious, Keitaro lifted the lever. The result was a sound of shifting doors in his closet. He opened his closet door to find that a door leading to a ladder down had opened. With a slight sense of fear, Keitaro descended into the depths with a flashlight in hand.
Motoko stood inspecting her fellow students. As the First Student of her kendo class, often was left at the beginning of class in charge of the simple drills. Her sensei used the time to greet new students and potential students. It had become a bit of a fashionable thing for the Elite of Tokyo to send there sons to the Kyuden kendo dojo. Few sent there daughters though. Today was unusual, there was a new student, a New Female student. While Motoko's sensei didn't care what sex his student were there were very few female students, largely because the boys have a bad habit of bullying such girls. Motoko didn't let them get away for long if she could help it but still few girls manage to stick around for very long. This girl looked fairly weak and meek. Motoko had already taken time to explain everything about the current movement. She was doing quite well for a first time student. Motoko looked over and rested her eyes on the second student Ishii Yujo. Motoko snarls slightly at the sight of her rival. Motoko sees him smirk as he give a slight nod to Motoko. (Damn, he saw me) Motoko again looks to the newer students. And corrects the newest boy on his foot work. Motoko reflects on Yujo for a moment. Yujo entered the school at the same time as Motoko he had already take some Kendo. But originally couldn't compete with Motoko's own learning. Ever since he has made it his goal to best Motoko. (I suppose I can at least say he is dedicated to his goals.) As of late thought Yujo has change he become a man and has a man's tastes while the rivalry is old. Lately Yujo has looked as Motoko as more than a foe, but a slab of meat. He made it very clear to Motoko what he do if he had a chance. Motoko's reaction had been swift. He punch him gaining the wrath of her sensei that day. Since that day Motoko has truly hated Yujo. The image of Keitaro came to Motoko's mind, dressed like a Samurai with black kimono and hakama and a daisho. He drew his Katana against the similarly armed Yujo and beheaded Yujo. The image caused Motoko uncharacteristically evil smile.
"Motoko-kun, what are you doing?" snaps Motoko's sensei.
Motoko snapped out her little dream. "Sorry Kyuden-sensei." Motoko bows deeply to her sensei.
"Motoko-kun, it is unlike you to be distracted, see me after class."
"Hai, sensei." replies Motoko.
"And you, Yujo quit being a Cocky bastard! I am getting tired of you antics, you are getting to arrogant for your own good." snaps Kyuden- sensei at Yujo.
Yujo loses his smirk.
"Now class let use begin." Kyuden leads the class though the rest of the lessons for today. After the class Motoko follows Kyuden-Sensei to his office.
"What been bothering you the last couple weeks you have been off." asks Kyuden.
"I am just having some personally problems." replies Motoko.
"Well if you need someone to talk to. My door is always open." remarks Kyuden-sensei.
"I understand sensei. I . . . I just have to deal with everything in my own way. I have always been a woman caught between tradition and my place as a warrior. It has never been and easy path, but I think I am making head way. Thank you for you concern Sensei." Motoko turns and leave her sensei's office, and gathers her stuff. She then walks towards Hinata Sou.
Keitaro flashes his light around the room he is in. Strangely, the room is very free of dust. Keitaro drops his flashlight when it flashes across and evil demonic face. Keitaro dives for his light and focus again on the face. Keitaro sighs (It is just a Menpo of some armour.) Keitaro inspects the armour.
(Gee, this is pretty fine armour. I wonder what Motoko would think about this?) thinks Keitaro. Keitaro in his exploring fins a daisho set. (Huh? I though, we only had that hunted Katana.) Keitaro picks up the Katana. (Well perhaps if I am going to marry a samurai, I should learn the ways of bushido myself.) Keitaro begins to carry everything up the ladder to his room after an hour and a half he has mange to bring everything up stairs. Keitaro unsheathes the Katana and find that it is in perfect shape. Keitaro looks at the shiny steel for a moment. (This katana should not look like this.) Keitaro takes it out into the bamboo forest.
(Now let me see in the movies the Samurai just swipe at the bamboo and it falls.) thinks Keitaro. Keitaro playfully swipes at a trunk of a large bamboo. However instead of stopping, the blade cuts through the bamboo easily and Keitaro is forced to move quickly.
(Nani? How can it be so sharp after sitting that long?) Keitaro test it on another thicker bamboo trunk. It falls as well.
"Keitaro . . . what are you doing?" asks Motoko appearing out of no where.
"Motoko-chan, well . . . I found this katana in a secret room under my bedroom."
"Kuso, Keitaro. You don't have any idea to handle a katana. A katana is the soul of a samurai. You hold that katana like ti was a toy. You insult the blade with personality." remarks Motoko. sharply.
"Hai, Motoko-chan." says Keitaro looking down at the ground.
Motoko steps closer to Keitaro and reaches out to him taking his hand. "I am sorry Keitaro-kun I did mean to berate you. It just it is a clearly a fine Katana. You should take better care of such things."
Keitaro sheaths the katana in its saya, "I understand Motoko-chan. I just not as familiar with such things as you are."
"Come one Shinobu-chan will have lunch ready." says Motoko as she leads Keitaro back to Hinata Sou.
Keitaro and Motoko return to Hinata Sou. Upon entering the inn they are spotted by Kitsune.
"Well are you not a cute couple." says Kitsune laughing.
Motoko blushes and Keitaro stammers "How did you know?"
"Nani, what you are a couple?" asks Kitsune with a shocked look.
Motoko blushes more and nods.
"Oops, I am sorry Motoko-chan." says Keitaro.
"It is alright, Keitaro. Everyone shall know soon enough. I . . . I just have trouble with . . . the perception of a relationship, Keitaro." Motoko looks at Kitsune, "Especially when Kitsune is accuser."
Kitsune beams with pride "Well of course it always in good natured fun. I have no interest in spoiling your new found togetherness."
Naru come charging in to the hallway. "Kitsune, where did you put my clothes!" shoats Naru wearing only a towel.
"Your room, isn't that where you wanted them?"
"Yes, but not before I had gotten something to wear out of them." says Naru crossly. As she waves her arms around her towel drops. Of course Keitaro is looking at Naru as it drops he tries to look away but Naru catches him.
"Keitaro, you Hentai!" Naru winds up to hit Keitaro and Keitaro close his eyes. However the punch never comes. When Keitaro opens his eyes he sees Motoko's left hand has caught Naru's fist. Motoko has a evil glare pointed at Naru.
"Motoko, that hurts!" whimpers Naru.
"Never, Hit Keitaro again, unless you wish to die, understand?" growls Motoko much like a She-wolf would protecting her mate.
"Why, Motoko he is a pervert!" says Naru trying to escape from Motoko's grasp.
"He MY pervert then!" growls Motoko.
Kitsune starts to laugh very hard at Motoko's comments.
"Motoko-chan," says Keitaro "Please let go of Naru's hand you are hurting her." says Keitaro as he reaches for Motoko's hand.
Motoko lets go of Naru's hand to take Keitaro's hand and they begin to walk towards the kitchen.
"What is going on?" asks Naru as she picks up her towel.
"It would seem that Motoko has won Keitaro's heart, or Keitaro has won Motoko's heart. Which ever Naru, you will not have Keitaro now."
"What, I though he would always be chasing me until I was ready." says Naru.
"A man cannot wait forever, especially if some one comes along and willingly gives you want you want. Keitaro was yours for the taking but you always pushed him away. I told you time and time again you would regret it. While I not sure what Motoko like about Keitaro, it probably the fact that Keitaro accepts her for what she is. Something you were not willing to do for Keitaro. You lost, Naru. I sorry but I did tell you to let Keitaro in." replies Kitsune.
As Motoko and Keitaro walk Motoko turns toward Keitaro. "If you truly are interested in the way of the Samurai, I could teach you Keitaro-chan."
"Really? I . . . I would be honoured." replies Keitaro.
"In exchange I need you to do something for me." says Motoko
"Name it Motoko-chan, anything you want." replies Keitaro.
"There is a boy in my Kendo class, who bothers me. Because of the way that the kendo federation does the matches I can never best him and he continue to harass me. However, in three months there is an open Male Kendo tournament, If you as my student were able to best him it would crush him. . . I can't help myself Keitaro! I hate him, I never hated anyone before like I hate him. I want to cause him pain by my hand! Will you be the Katana I use to cut him down?"
Keitaro was taken back he never seen Motoko angry, this boy really bothered her. "Of course, Motoko-chan, if you think I can do it that is. I never been very good at such things."
"Of course Keitaro, I have faith in you!" says Motoko with a smile
Owari
Japanese terms:
kuso: something along the lines of shit as an expressive.
chan, honorific means small or little often used between parents and children, sometime between friends can be use between lovers too.
kun, Sort of a male version of Chan but more masculine often used between friends and older people to boys that they know. Kei-kun is a favourite of Mutsumi for Keitaro.
San is Mister or Miss, a polite way to address an inferior or an equal. Note that both this and sama are used with a family name which in Japan come first
kabuki is a style of theatre in Japan. It very lively and dynamic. Often actors faces are painted with make up.
Onii-chan big brother
