[Disclaimer: I do not own this show as previously stated, well I've been commissioned to write a sequel to Identity Crisis, yay another fic to write. Aw well. I hope to finish the second ending to ruined, it is the in between ending for those of you who are wondering. Now, I'm not sure if this will go up to R in this chapter or if it won't but, oh well.]
Tsuruko no Baka
Motoko sat on the couch, dead to the world, her mouth hung open and her eyes had a far off look, her hair in a mess. Su was currently in the process of seeing just how far out of it she was. Everyone was doing okay, except for poor Shinobu who had passed out as soon as Tsuruko, Motoko's older sister, started talking about sex. But that wasn't the cause of Motoko's current state, it was what happened after wards that she went into shock, just about everyone that was in the room either excused themselves, or became petrified statues much like the lam Motoko that now occupied the couch.
Kitsune and Su were the only ones that were still able to move, or willing to come out from hiding. Tsuruko went from talking about them enjoying each other, to how they should start using protection even though she thought that they would all enjoy being parents, and how Keitaro should be more careful about sleeping with Su and Shinobu because they of how young they were. Then she laid down the real killer, how she would like to be with Keitaro to see how "skilled" he is in the "arts" and if he wasn't she would "train" him in them so that he is worthy of her sister, and not to worry, she will make sure to keep any "complications" they have as "their own little secret". Then she grabbed Keitaros arm and took off for the hot spring.
Kitsune was in a daze. "How could… it can't be…. It's impossible… how could Motoko… Motoko the man hater… Motoko the violently abusive man hater…. Have a sister more cunning… sly… mischievous… and perverted than me? How?"
Su of course knew what they were talking about, being the princess of mol mol she was constantly bombarded with the same, plus she was already a little fiend that slipped "learning material" from Keitaros stash whenever he wasn't looking. In a way, she envied Tsuruko at the moment. Sighing she went back to her fun of trying to snap Motoko out of her shock. The male screams coming from the hot spring an almost constant echo in the background.
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"No not there, I'm not ready yet", Yelled out Keitaro as Tsuruko made her move.
"Well then, too bad," Tsurukos smile gleamed in Keitaros eye as she moved with practiced grace and skill then pushed down to make it clear to Keitaro that he wasn't going to win.
"How could you just do that?" yelled out Keitaro as he made his counter move in a pitiful attempt to overcome her.
"Do what? This?" Tsuruko moved again, putting the final maneuver on him and winning the struggle.
"I don't get it, that is the fifth game of go we have played and the fifth time you have won? What is you secret?" Keitaro looked up at Tsuruko in the hot springs; she was smiling at him like an eternally old fox.
"Patience, Concentration, Thinking before you move, basically I use what I learned as a warrior."
"I see, well then, this was actually pretty good. How long did you say you were staying?" Keitaro got out of the hot springs in his bathing suite and headed to go get dressed and put the money Tsuruko had given him for rent.
"I can't really say. By the way, that scar in your chest, how did you get it?"
"Long story, lets just say a bad tempered woman took out her frustration on me."
"Ah, so Motoko ran you through. You must be immortal to have survived something like that."
"I get that allot, well, I better go get your room ready." Keitaro waved and left.
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At dinner there was an odd silence as Tsuruko sat at the table; Keitaro was nervous and fidgeting left and right. Tsuruko on the other hand was calm as ever, slowly sipping her tea and ignoring the odd glares she was getting from everyone. Mostly the overwhelming glares of death she was getting from Naru and Motoko.
"Motoko, he is not very skilled at all, now is he? But I guess that you already knew that. Yet I understand why you feel the way you do, he is very kind, even more determined and doesn't wish to give up." She then grinned in a disturbing yet sly manner. "I'll be staying here a bit longer, to train him in 'The Arts' that way he is worthy to be with you."
Motoko was blushing crimson by now and was very nervous, however Naru was the one to bust in. "Now see here, Motoko isn't the one he is going to be with. I don't really think that Keitaro will enjoy being taught anything about 'The Arts'" Keitaro moved to object knowing the difference between what was going to happen and what the others thought was going to happen but was cut off. "Quiet you, I'm not comfortable with you treating him like this, and I'm sure that I am not the only one that feels this way."
"Oh, but I'm sure you'd like how much different his 'preformance' would improve with just a bit of my training, but it seems you are happy with how he is, your rather dominant so I can guess that you would be happy with his unacceptable performance." Tsuruko replied looking Naru in the eye, and as for Naru, the look was bothersome enough that all she could do was, gulp, close her mouth, and sit down.
"Naru, you got burned. Bad." Kitsune said to her friend out of sympathy. "I've never seen someone shoot you down that fast, normally you're the one in the gunner's chair." She then looked over at Tsuruko who was still sipping her tea. "Oh, Motoko's sister, I was wondering, could I join you in your 'training of the arts'? I'd like to see your style."
"Well, I'm not sure if I can handle another in my training; it is usually a one on one thing. But I guess that I can let you watch." Tsuruko replied.
"Auuuuuuu." Shinobu wailed out before passing out, embarrassed from the conversation.
"She must have a weak body." Tsuruko said while leaning over to look at Shinobu on the floor.
"She passed out because you embarrassed her." Motoko yelled at her sister.
"Really?" Tsuruko said in an oblivious voice, making all in the room sweat drop. "Now, the training starts tomorrow. So rest well Urashima, you have allot to do in the next few days."
Tsuruko then vanished from the room and Keitaro sighed and relaxed, only to realize every set of eyes in the room was on him.
"What?"
[eh, it takes a while to get this stuff done, between being commissioned to continues identity crisis, the second ending to ruined, and work I've got almost no time on my hands. Well, next chapter out soon, I hope. Next one will probably be rated R or something.]