[Disclaimer: Why do I always have to do these things? Isn't one at the beginning enough?]
The "Arts"
The room was filled with early morning light as three figures sat in the room where some groaning could be heard coming from it. From far away it would appear that there was an orgy going on in the room, however on closer inspection the groaning came from a young man who was struggling over the financial statements of the inn. Keitaro sat at the table, Kitsune was off to the side while Tsuruko was going over everything with him.
"Aiiya, if I had known that this is what you meant by training him I wouldn't have wasted my time." Kitsune groaned out
"Well don't you think its fun to play with another persons mind?" Tsuruko said only to notice Keitaro was making a major mistake and swatted his hand with a folding fan. "No, you must do it the other way, or you will loose 1,400 yen."
"Yes Tsuruko. I understand." Keitaro responded while rubbing his hand, it hurt like hell just to write, but he kept on knowing that it was for the better. Tsuruko was really a devious person.
She was teaching him how to clench and pinch his yen to make the most out of it. Already he had saved 8,000 on normal bills and repairs by fallowing her standards. Of course that 8,000 was going to go right into conservation systems that would lower the prices again. And then those savings would be put into more devices and so on and so on and so on, Keitaro sighed.
"Ahh, don't worry about it. The money you will save by doing this is well worth it. Think, you could get the girl you love a pretty dress that fits her well. I think Motoko would be cute in a dress what do you think?" Tsuruko asked Keitaro while leaning in over his shoulder.
Remembering the last time Motoko was roped into wearing a dress, of having to swap her cloths then walk through town and be humiliated only to be beaten at the entrance to the inn and have a weak attempt to stand up for him made Keitaro shudder.
"We already did that, poor Keitaro, the humiliation of that whole experience must still haunt him to this very day. But I bet is gets him up at night." Kitsune interjected from the sidelines only to feel Haruka's folding fan on her head.
"Quiet you" Haruka looked up at Tsuruko and Tsuruko at her. "Teaching my nephew a few tricks aren't you."
"Yeah, I take it you did most of this on your own before?" Tsuruko replied with a smile. Already comfortable with how the woman would pop in and out of places from seemingly nowhere.
"It's about time he learned about finances and how to manage them. Well I hope you have fun and Keitaro, you might want to watch out for Naru, it looks like she is about to rush the room and drag you out by your feet. The reason I say about is because Su has her chained up downstairs and Shinobu is trying to feed her food drugged with tranquilizers. It's not looking good though, she looks like some sort of crazy animal that is foaming at the mouth." Haruka explained
"Thanks Auntie, I'll look in on her here in a minute." Haruka smacked him with her fan.
"Haruka." Then the older woman vanished again without a trace.
"Oh my, she reminds me of an American superhero, a man who dresses up as a bat and stalks around fighting crime. He just pops in and out from nowhere the same way. I can't seem to remember the name." Tsuruko sits and thinks and Keitaro moves to go see if Naru is alright. "Don't even think about leaving until you have this all done."
Keitaro resigned himself to finishing the books up all the while Naru could be heard yelling from down stairs about wanting to be let go and how she won't stand for what is happening up in the room.
It had been a long day for the Kanrinin, after Tsuruko taught him how to balance the books she also showed him faster easier ways to repair and clean things around the inn. Naru had been released after things were explained to her by Kitsune. But it still didn't keep him from having a punch powered flight over the Hinata hot springs.
Sliding into his futon the tired Kanrinin was about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt an arm wrap around him. Freezing he felt as the arm slowly made its way across his chest to where the scar from Motokos attack was.
"My sister wasn't too rough on you now was she?" a voice sounded from behind him.
Gulping Keitaro answered back. "You shouldn't be doing that."
He could feel the girls hand move down his chest and into his shorts.
"You really, really shouldn't be doing that." This earned a giggle from the girl that was holding him
Leaning forward she whispered in his ear, "Ecchi, ecchi Urashima, is my hand really that attractive?"
"Why are you doing this?" Keitaro was now blushing so hard he was about to pass out.
Stopping what she was doing Motoko curled up with Keitaro and breathed in his scent. "Isn't it obvious? I want to be one with you in every way. You're the only one that can complete me. I don't care if I have to share you or not, I just want to be a part of you." Motoko then started her exploration again, feeling all of the man she loved.
"You're wrong, there has to be another man out there. You should save yourself for him, or else you will regret it for the rest of your life." Keitaro offered Motoko the best piece of advice bust still she continued forward.
"I've tried and looked, but you're the only one Urashima. Please, just let me do this. I need to do this." Motoko silenced any further complaints of his with a kiss.
Moving herself into position Motoko began the age old rhythms of the act only to find a pair of hands keeping her from going all the way. Struggling against them Motoko decides that what little she has is enough and continues the act. It was better than she could ever possibly imagine, she wanted more, she pushed harder, trying to make them one, but those hands just kept her from getting that far.
Pushing herself on harder and faster Motoko ignored Keitaros struggling, silencing his cries with her kiss. Finally it came to an end, Motoko felt it wash over her, the feeling of being complete, of finally experiencing the deepest most sacred act that a woman can have with the man she loved. In the background of it she could make out Keitaro sharing his half with her. She loved the feeling and knew that only a handful of other things could make her life more complete than this one moment in time.
Coming down off from it, Motoko moved back and released Keitaro from her kiss and nuzzled his neck. "I feel so complete, there is almost nothing more that I could ask for. Thanks you Keitaro."
Sighing that is when she felt it, his chest was heaving, and there was a spot of wetness on her face. Pulling back on up Motoko looked into Keitaros eyes and saw that he was crying.
"Naru, please forgive me. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't" He muttered out.
Motoko was struck with guilt over what she had just done, betraying her best friend, rapping her boyfriend, and hurting the man she loved. Leaning forward she kissed him on the lips.
"I'm sorry Urashima, I had no right to do that. I'll explain everything to Naru, just please, don't hate me for what I did." Motoko stood up and left the room. Stopping only to look back at their kanrinin and with sadness heavy in her heart she left his room in silence.
Morning had come too fast for Motoko, she knew that the sooner she explained to Naru what she had done to Keitaro the better. Getting up she felt sore, but that wasn't going to stop her. Standing up Motoko made her way down the hall and to Narus room. Knocking on the door there was no answer, knocking again there was still no answer. Opening it up a ways Motoko peeked inside of the room and noticed that Naru wasn't in her bed, or anywhere else in the room.
Slowly entering the room she noticed the board covering the hole in the floor had been removed. Knowing what that meant she looked down only to find Naru holding a crying Keitaro in her arms. Dropping through the hole in the floor, Motoko slowly walked up to Naru and put a hand on her shoulder.
"For what it is worth, I'm sorry. It's just that I couldn't control myself and, I didn't want to hurt anybody." Motoko said to the younger woman.
Naru looked up at Motoko with a quizzical look on her face. "I understand, but if you don't mind, Keitaro is having a nervous breakdown from Tsurukos training. Id' like to be alone with him for awhile.
Leaving the room Motoko sighed, she wasn't really looking forward to explaining to her best friend that she had rapped Keitaro in the middle of the night. She needed to see her sister again, maybe she would know what to do.
[So much to do, so little time, one more ending for ruined, a commissioned story, a cross over with tenchi muyo, a tenchi story, and everything else I have to do, man what a pit I'm in.]