History of the Tsuruko/Keitaro pairing: hello everyone, I'm glad to see my idea for Keitaro/Tsuruko fics has started to pick up, in coming up with this pairing I realized something, if Tsuruko was married how come we never actually meet her husband, then a thought struck me, what if her husband had died, and somehow Motoko, (Through not contacting her, or not getting the message sent to her) never knew she wasn't married any longer? Thus the Keitaro/Tsuruko pairing was born. Beware my anal retentive attention to detail!
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Warrior wife
Chapter 2
Motoko's objection, Tsuruko's Obsession.
Shinmei school of kendo
Keitaro woke slowly, his senses coming online one by one. The smooth feel of skin against his cheek greeted him as he slowly rose to the waking world. Next came his sense of smell along with a warm smooth scent of flowers and perfume. Hearing soon followed as he heard yelling and shrieks from several voices. Taste echoed with the flavor of the crisp morning air. Last came sight as he finally opened his eyes, the sight of a smooth expanse of skin barely covered in chest wrappings was revealed to him, up to a neck that was as soft looking as silk to a pair of pink rosy lips. The urge to kiss them echoed through his sleep addled mind as he leaned up and brought his lips to them.
Tsuruko had woken to the sound of yells. Her senses told her it was Motoko without even letting her eyes open. She sighed as she felt her new master nuzzling her chest through her gi and opened the cloth slightly to allow him to better feel her warmth with only her chest wrappings between his cheek and her ample bosom. Motoko and Naru witnessed this and their distain grew as they yelled knowing they'd never get the chance to hit Keitaro before their own beatings began. She simply watched as Motoko and Naru screamed and Keitaro slept happily in her arms. He moved slightly and she held him as he woke, his cute way of slowly looking up to her. She hadn't been able to help being surprised at the kiss, but after a few moments began retuning it with passion as her left leg wrapped over his hip under the blankets.
Naru and Motoko stared at the couple now making out on the bed in shock and though even under thiopental sodium while attached to a polygraph, and being embarrassed with their nude sexual torture from a crazed nympho-lesbian is being viewed by the whole world, they wouldn't admit to loving Keitaro, they felt a great deal of jealousy. Naru seethed having felt for so long that Keitaro belonged to her while Motoko growled at him touching her sister.
As his mind began to clear Keitaro broke the kiss slowly staring at her blushing as he realized what he had done. "Uhhh....uh..uh... sorry?" Looking down into her eyes he watched her look up to him. Her hands lifted and rose up off the place where she had been gripping the sheets.
Expecting a Shinmei school special technique we can understand how he would be shocked at the sudden feel of Tsuruko's legs wrapping about his hips and nuzzling his neck. "Do as you like with me master, I am all yours." Her legs pulled him harder and against her as he blushed a struggled slightly. "Please don't say sorry... You are my master...you command don't be afraid to ask." Her lips began to trail his neck then slowly up to his lips.
That was when Naru couldn't take it anymore; she screamed and took a swing at Keitaro. Her fist met the scabbard of a sword and she felt 2 knuckles pop and started clutching her hand before a strong gust of wind blew her out the door. Motoko watched this all and glared at her sister for a moment before speaking. "I will not accept this sister!!! I refuse to believe this man is worthy of any woman's affection!!!! You are a warrior, how can you kneel to a vile male?!"
Tsuruko's face was cold as she gently let go of Keitaro. She looked at Motoko and stared her down. "Do you know why I chose to marry to turn over the Shinmei School to you Motoko-han? Sword can only give a woman so much Motoko-han, there are things both men and women both need that are not from sword. Does the sword warm you on cold night? Does the sword hold you when you feel lonely? Does the sword continue our family line?"
Motoko stared at her older sister in shock. She'd never thought of that, that without men their family would die out, there would be no future generations to inherit their family's legacy. From the story her sister had stated her husband had died before they could even conceive children. So for their family line to continue her or her sister would need to bare children. "Be that as it may how can you bow to that man? He's a pervert, he clumsy, he's stupid, he's useless, he has no redeeming qualities!!!"
The slap that was received had not been expected as Motoko fell to the floor clutching her cheek. "He is sweet, he tries hard to make you and all those other girls happy even through your abuse, never lashes out at you no matter how you persecute him, and hasn't kicked you out and made the dorm back into an inn when even I would have had I been there after a single day. You've use special techniques on a weaker person who couldn't defend himself, used your strength to do as you please, and you've insulted my master. I challenge you!!"
Motoko's blood froze at those words. Her own sister had challenged her to a duel for her insulting Keitaro's honor. (He's turned my own sister against me.) "As you wish sister, but if I win you will stop this foolishness and he will no longer be manager!!!" Tsuruko nodded and shoved her out the door appointing the time for 3 hours later out in the courtyard before slamming the door shut. Motoko stared at the floor for while before going to her room, no matter the outcome of this duel, her life would be very lonely from now on.
Tsuruko turned slowly after slamming the door, several tears falling down her cheeks. She returned to the bed and curled up on one side of the bed as several sobs wracked her body. Keitaro watched this, his heart aching from knowing how much Tsuruko treasured her younger sister. His arms gently wrapped around her hips as he pulled her body gently into his arms.
Her body tensed slightly at his touch before she let herself mould to his body, gaining strength and comfort in his embrace. The warm feel of his hands slowly gliding along her flat smooth stomach relaxed her as she sobbed. Turning over and wrapped her arms around the body of the man she now served, the man who despite her new station as his servant provided warmth, comfort, understanding, and love. She sank into his touch, she would dedicate her life to serving her master, but for now she wished to simply be a woman, a woman who was being held by a man she knew she could love.
After slowly removing herself from his arms she looked to him, his curious gaze fell on her warming her for her next action. Untying the sash to the samurai gi she wore she opened the robes slowly revealing her panties and her ample bosom tied tightly with her chest wrappings. The nervous stare of Keitaro never wavered from her face after seeing what she had been doing. Lifting her hand she slowly unbound her chest drawing his eyes to her full bare bosom. Her breasts bouncing slightly as she gently placed her hand behind his head and drawing his head down to her chest.
A.N. lemons would get me in trouble on so I will be posting the lemon side story to this soon on my website under a lemon section I will be constructing, please check out my website which will be posted in the authors notes just before the Omakes of this chapter.
Training yard 3 hours later
Motoko waited with the residents of Hinata-sou worriedly, it wasn't like her sister to be late but it appeared she was, by nearly 5 minutes. Tsuruko finally arrived her hair in disarray, and her gi hanging off one shoulder leaving it bare as she walked wobbly into the training yard, the right side of her mouth drooling something it shouldn't be before she licked her lips and wiped her chin. Fixing her gi and walking a lot straighter after shaking her head to clear the fog from her mind she ran her fingers through her hastily combed hair.
The angry twitch of watching her sister so casually walking from the bed of a lecherous man disgusted her as her elder sister's goofy smile stayed plastered on her face. Motoko was angry, not just angry but glowing red angry as she drew her sword without even bowing. Rushing forward to attack her unprepared sister Motoko was shocked when her sister blocked and both stood deadlocked as Keitaro walked out in only has pants.
Keitaro watched in shock as both women lashed out again and again, flashes of sparks and steel flaring in the mid-morning light. Rock splitting sword technique countered by Air splitting sword technique and vice versa. Strikes both in mid-air and on the ground flashed as they struck over and over, Tsuruko drove Motoko back slowly at first before suddenly Motoko got a lucky hit in driving her elder sister back to the middle of the yard and rushing to meet her, again, both struck over and over.
Naru glared a Keitaro. ( That cheating bastard, he cheated on me the first chance he got!!!. So what if I never told him I loved him and hit him occasionally? He's mine!!!) Watching the fight she rooted for Motoko, for her chance to get Tsuruko out of the way so she could deliver the justice Keitaro deserved. Looking at her injured hand she sighed. ( Guess I'll have to use my other hand, I can't pound him with this one.)
Motoko used the evil cutting blade, the wave flying forward towards her sister. The loud wailing of the strike echoed behind the powerful wave of energy as Tsuruko raised her own sword with the blade strait up and a transparent sphere of energy formed. The shield broke the attack into fragments and sent it strait back at Motoko each needle of light making a small cut as it whizzed by her body.
The younger of the Aoyama sisters stared in shock never having seen such an attack. Her sisters sword was now different, it was no longer a one sided blade forming a katana. The long strait double-edged blade was thin and long, the form resembling a Tai chi sword, but longer and slightly thicker making the blade less flexible and much heavier.
Tsuruko looked at her sister with a stern expression, she had never had to use this technique. "This sword was taken from a demon centuries ago Motoko-han. This blade was owned by the eldest son of the great dog demon of the west, and was made from the fangs of a hatred demon. I warn you Motoko-han, give up now."
Motoko stared in horror as he sister held a demon blade. The black and purple demonic aura flowing around her sister making the wind whip around her. "I...I...." Her sisters' teeth became sharp and her eyes began to glow with a pale halo of white. "Never!!" With that the younger of the sister stood and lashed out as hard as she could. Tsuruko felt tears in her eyes as she pointes the blade strait at her sister, needles of light blazing forward and striking Motoko over and over.
Kyoto general hospital
Motoko slowly woke from her deep sleep. Wakened by the sound of soft sobbing she slowly opened her eyes and looked towards the sound. It was the sound of Naru crying softly to herself, her hand in a cast as she held Motoko's hand in her good one. Motoko watched for a few moments before she realized what had happened. She burst up into a heroic pose, or what would have been heroic if she didn't currently look like a mummy. "I shall never accept this travesty!!!!! Fear not fair Naru for I the great Motoko Aoyama sword maiden of Hinatasou shall defeat my sister and rescue your beloved pervert Keitaro Urashima!!!"
Shuddering Naru could only think of how Motoko Sounded too much like that Kuno guy who always bothered her cousin Akane. The fear that Motoko had snapped increased as she laughed and started waving her bokken around. Several large nurses an a doctor ran in and held her down as the doctor sedated her and strapped her down to the bed. Walking out of the hospital Naru thought about Keitaro's announcement to stay at the Shinmei school with Tsuruko and whimpered. "Stupid jerk, you'll see, you'll come back, even if I have to drag you home.
A.N.: Well there's chapter 2 it's kinda short but I think it's good for a second chapter. The un edited version has a lemon which is why this is a little shorter cause I had to cut it out for so the un-edited version will be on my website. I am also going to be starting a new fanfic, that will also be a little strange, but I hope you all like it. It will not be for anyone under 18 though, sorry kids. My website is Now for Omakes.
OMAKES
Motoko stared at her older sister in shock. She'd never thought of that, that without men their family would die out, there would be no future generations to inherit their family's legacy. From the story her sister had stated her husband had died before they could even conceive children. So for their family line to continue her or her sister would need to bare children. "Be that as it may how can you bow to that man? He's a pervert, he clumsy, he's stupid, he's useless, he has no redeeming qualities!!!"
Tsuruko grinned cruelly and sat back relaxing with her head on Keitaro's chest. "So neither do you Motoko-han, it never stopped me from being your sister." Keitaro and Motoko stared at Tsuruko in shock as she started cuddling Keitaro. "Now Motoko-han you can either go or come join us." After a few moments of thought Motoko sighed and undressed getting in bed along side Keitaro.
Through the door Naru began loosing conciousness, the last thing she heard was Tsuruko's voice. "Motoko-han I think it's time you learned the Shinmei School of sensual arts secret techniques." Then all went black.