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Chapter Three of "The Betrayal."

My Blade's Reflection...

Author's notice: I know I have grammatic errors because after my "beta reader" spell-checker was done, I added a few things so please don't remind me.

She shethed her blade. Sunken by night's cradle of darkness...

Made by metal, pounded by fire, the blacksmiths creates an art. It's smooth flat surface covered with the silky color of gray. Melted by the shadows hidden by night's wake. It's voice sang by being pulled out of its slumber. Shethed by her hand, it sings a tone. It sings a melchanoly melody as it knows the silky beauty of gray would soon be covered in dark crimsom. Danced by just her hand, shifted by the movements of her wrists, it mirrors towards her green eyes, mistaken by the color of black as others did not bother to look deeper to see such true color. Her true color of which she did not wanted to look deep within herself. She feared, even a warrior such as herself feared that if she looked too deep, she might see her reflection of her soul, where true humans would never wanted to see, even from her own eyes.

At her blade's reflection.

Motoko watched the rain slide sleekly down the thin glass window that stood before her. It fogged from either the cold or her heavy breathing constantly continued. Her face; ever so close to the sleek barrier. Her lips briefly parted and her breath hotly came from inhaling those events that practically happened hours ago. The sky was drowned with adjoined gray clouds with its deepest shades of gray. Night was about to awake from its deep slumber. The time when the stars lit and the moon floats magically above the earth.

Her hand passed her sweaty black locks of hair, eyeing on every rain drop that started making its way down the window. The cold atmosphere bathed her body so well that it seemed she didn't need to take a shower or a dip in the hot springs. Although, her mind wasn't on those unnecessary or basic things she did on regular basis.

It was him.

"Urashima," Motoko whispered out of utter frustration. "Bastard, why did you have to be my first love? If only you'd never been so caring. If only you'd haven't become manager here. If only I'd never fell in love with you... these emotions would never torment me so much!"

Her grip was so tight that her knuckles turned white; than with one simple swift attack of her arm, her katana sliced through air and blasted the wooden floor without using any of her ki. Being pissed off enough was enough to crack the roof tiles.

"Why, why is it Narusegawa?" She cringed, "Why am I being so damn selfish? Why am I so confused?"

Her grip completely loosens from her blade and used her fists instead. It attacked with anger, sorrow, frustration, and pure confusion. It was a battle between one of her friends and Keitaro. She didn't want to fall in love with him in the first place. She didn't even want to leave her village. She just wished her sister didn't get married to a man. She just wanted to pursue her training with her sister—who had motivated her so much—to get her so far.

Now look at her, look at the woman who was to inherit the God's Cry School, look at the woman who struck fear in the hearts of perverts everywhere whom threatened the pure innocence of young women.

She trembled uncontrollably. She never expected such emotions. Such pain. She hated being weak.

No, this woman was not a trained warrior taught to kill.

This was a frightened, pathetic child.

"Motoko," said a guiding voice sounding full of authority compassion—almost like her sister.

Her eyes didn't bother to open but Motoko sat formally straight as always, not turning her back at the person she finally found out to be.

"Shinobu-chan, what assistance of me do you require at this awkward moment?"

Even though Motoko couldn't see it, she could have sworn she felt a slight smile on Shinobu's face. A hand softly cupped her shoulder and she also felt a fragile body leaning close to her. Shinobu felt so soft and fragile for such a sweet girl.

'It's strange how you could turn into an emotionless robot, yet use sarcasm at this moment at the same time," Shinobu muttered with a light tone. "Very impressive for a kendo-girl."

"Get to the point," Motoko said roughly and slightly annoyed that Shinobu interrupted her thoughts.

Shinobu's head nuzzled on Motoko's neck, which caused Motoko to stiffen a little from the unexpected contact. "Motoko, I've always seen you as a strong leader with the greatest beauty that I couldn't even compete. Now, ever since the betrayal, things have gotten worse in our lives."

"This wasn't Narusegawa's fault! It shouldn't even affect us! This is between the two of them!" Motoko cried, shaking her head out of denial.

"It does affect us. Because whenever Keitaro's hurt, it affects us. This isn't Narusegawa's fault. It's no one's fault. What's done is done. Motoko, sometimes life is a mistake that we can fix."

Motoko's eyes snapped open. Shinobu—this wasn't Shinobu, not at all. She only sounded like one person she knew all her life: her sister.

"Tsuroko...," Motoko whispered remembering how her sister would comfort her like this whenever she was depressed. Was Shinobu possessed by Tsuroko, or was this just the braver her, the true spirit of the quiet girl?

"Motoko, our heart sometimes confuses or mind. Or mind has so much to think, say, and do. But what's the main decision is our heart. If you would listen to your heart—listen to its beats—just hear what it is trying to tell you; than you would know what you can do."

Their eyes were now connected.

"That is how I learned from Narusegawa's mistakes. Unlike her, I now listen to my heart. I knew they were in love, and I knew that I wanted to be with Keitaro and lived happily ever after with him.

"I wanted the fairy-tale ending all little girls want from life. I wanted my prince to be him, our castle this dorm.

"But, if I wanted him to be happy—no matter what—then I would allow him to choose who he really loves. Right now, it's a blinding decision for him."

Shinobu was right. It is a blinding decision for him. To be betrayed is to be scarred. To be scarred is to have that wound as a memory. The memory of the betrayal. Didn't Keitaro said he just wanted to be with her no matter what? She could tell he's confused. Pulled between the sickening hatred of that disgusting betrayal and the love he kept burning for almost a year or two. He loved her so much that it hurt, litterally.

Motoko stayed calm, listening to Shinobu's words and feeling her movements.

"My thoughts are on Keitaro, on how to heal him- how to get him back on his feet. That betrayal must've done a number on him, knowing the real Keitaro would stand up on his two feet again."

"That's truebut..."

"And my thoughts are also on how to make this other person stand up on her feet."

Motoko cocked an eye-browslightly using sarcasm, "really, who would that be?"

Shinobu only hugged Motoko tighter, "kami your so dense! It's you Onee-san..."

"Onnesan!" Motoko blurted out as if it was reflex, "wait what did you just called me..."

"Yes, I called you big sister, unless you want me to call you kendo girl again!"

"No no... you can call me your older sister," muttered Motoko slightly blushing, looking away with embarassment.

Shinobu peered closely to Motoko's face, concentrating for a second towards her face than with a slight devilish smile Shinobu hugged only tighter, "ahahaha! Your so kawaii, Onee-san!"

"Nottootight," heaved Motoko trying to breathe with Shinobu clinging on her like Suu.

Their happy moment soon lowered, knowing there was something important to discussmuch important. First was to repair Keitaro, than after mending his broken off than it's off to find Narusegawa.

"Why didn't you ask Mitsune or Mutsumi to do this?" blushed Motoko from the memory of almost breaking down in tears after Keitaro muttered out the words 'I love you Naru' right in front of her face.

"Mitsune-chan, she does have the potential of cheering up Keitaro but she's still worried over her best friend. Naru and her were really close until this happened. I believed they had a fight, but I couldn't remember. It was all so blurry, it's as if I can't find out the mysteries of this betrayal."

Motoko paused for a moment, there was another fight between Naru and Kitsune? When?

"Shinobu-chan, did they really had a fight?"

"Ano... I can't remember. I can't even remember that day, it's just all too confusing! The more I try to remember the more my head hurts..."

"Buthow can that be? Could that mean I was there at the time the betrayal started?"

"Everyone is too broken down to answer these questions I believe, so let's concentrate on Keitaro first."

Motoko nodded but never concentrated on Keitaro. It was that day. Was she there? She couldn't even remember a thing until days later they found out there was some type of betrayal and that Narusegawa was gone, since calling her parents didn't work.

She ran downstairs but paused to wave Shinobu good-bye and Shinobu waved back mouthing the words, "good-luck."

Her legs could carry as fast as her Hakama can, and her blade was shethe for a certain reason.

Before she would encounter Urashima again, she would look at her blade once more. To see within the soul of her eyesto look much deeper as the rain blessed her sword as her blade caught a few of her tears. She wanted to take one last look at her blade, just before seeing Keitaro Urashima.

Just one final look at her blade's reflection.

End of Chapter Three...

Thanks to: Innotral; one of the best fanfiction writers I know! Thank you! And... the depressing music that motivates me to write... and mylaptop (including my cousin's computer!)for meeting you guys! n.n I know... I'm sooo weird.

Tenshi's Comments: YOU KNOW, I STAY UP TILL 4:00 IN THE MORNING JUST TO FINISH THIS DAMN CHAPTER... WHY? I don't know... I love you guys too much I guess... and I've gots nothing better to do... n.n (I wanted to uhrm... well... swear and bitch like a bitch but hey, let's not make this rated R.!)

Chapter Four: Okay, you guys wanted to know the betrayal yeah? Well, in this chapter, I'm only giving you clues because I love cliff-hangers! muhahaha... you guys will know in the wayyy future chapters because that's the way me liky...

Now will you excuse me, I am going to sleep and daydream about something... yeah yeah... call me a pervert if ya want... hehehe. n.n" just kidding!

Bye Bye! I can be serious for once and than hyper... I'm so bi-polar!

Tenshi K.