Chapter two
The sun shone brightly that day. The sleeping pair were so exhausted that they slept right through its rising, and breakfast. Around noon is when we meet again.
Sleepily, Motoko opened her eyes and looked around. The sky. Wait... The sky?! Where was she? Bolting upright, she remembered even as this was revealed to her. She was on the roof of the Hinata-sou, and Keitaro was next to her, still sleeping soundly. Last night had been ecstasy. Pure, golden tendrils of pleasure had worked their way through every part of her body, and were even now giving her pleasant little shivers.
She quickly dressed and took up training on the roof but a few meters from Keitaro's sleeping form. She wanted nobody to suspect anything was out of the ordinary. She'd promised Keitaro that it would start and end with this; her word was her bond, and she would keep that promise, painful as it was.
"One thousand fifty! One thousand fifty-one! One thousand fifty-two! One hund—" Motoko was suddenly interrupted by an intuition: she was being watched. She whipped around, ready to strike and severely punish the thing which dared to intrude on her training session.
Her bokken stopped inches from Shinobu's shocked countenance. Motoko blinked with surprise, and glanced around her. Keitaro was nowhere to be seen. (He must have gone downstairs,) Motoko thought fleetingly.
"Motoko-sempai, I... I was just coming up to do the laundry. Is everything... all right up here? You seem a little, uh, nervous." Shinobu looked rather nervous herself by this point; the only person Motoko usually got that angry with was Keitaro, and she hadn't done that in quite a while, come to think of it.
"Ah, Shinobu-chan! I'm very sorry, it's not like me to be so jumpy around you. I had a bit of a... a late night last night, is all. Please, feel free to do the laundry. I'll try not to disturb you." Motoko hoped her reply sounded better to Shinobu than it did to herself; she doubted that it would have convinced her coming from someone else.
"Oh, I don't think you'll disturb me, Motoko-sempai." Shinobu seemed content with the answer, although she did cast a suspicious
(accusatory?)
glance Motoko's way before she went about her business. Oh well. It was time to find Keitaro. There were some things that she needed to know before she could talk to the other tenants of the Hinata-sou. Motoko walked to the other side of the roof, and made her way down the stairs to Keitaro's room. She could hear heated voices coming from inside. As she raised her hand to knock on the door, it burst open and she was greeted with a crying, red-faced Naru.
"Naru-chan, have you seen—"
"You... YOU!! GET AWAY FROM ME! FROM HIM!! DON'T YOU THINK YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH, YOU BITCH?!" Naru screamed out her anger into Motoko's flabbergasted face. She slapped her. Hard. Motoko put a hand to her swelling cheek in amazement. She barely noticed as Naru ran past her, openly sobbing now. She sank to a sitting position in Keitaro's doorway. (Oh no... What am I going to do now?) Her thoughts echoed such; and blackness consumed her.
End Chapter two
((I intend, as of now, to make chapter three start at the same place chapter two did, but it will be from Keitaro's point of view. I think that this little tidbit will up the suspense for both my readers a little bit! :P
Oh, and I'm not a Naru-hater, I actually think the relationship that the two have in the series is incredibly sweet and romantic (if a little – no, very, cheesy. :P) I just –adore- Motoko, and I wanted to see her get Keitaro in this one.
When I get a few more reviews, I'll update!))
The sun shone brightly that day. The sleeping pair were so exhausted that they slept right through its rising, and breakfast. Around noon is when we meet again.
Sleepily, Motoko opened her eyes and looked around. The sky. Wait... The sky?! Where was she? Bolting upright, she remembered even as this was revealed to her. She was on the roof of the Hinata-sou, and Keitaro was next to her, still sleeping soundly. Last night had been ecstasy. Pure, golden tendrils of pleasure had worked their way through every part of her body, and were even now giving her pleasant little shivers.
She quickly dressed and took up training on the roof but a few meters from Keitaro's sleeping form. She wanted nobody to suspect anything was out of the ordinary. She'd promised Keitaro that it would start and end with this; her word was her bond, and she would keep that promise, painful as it was.
"One thousand fifty! One thousand fifty-one! One thousand fifty-two! One hund—" Motoko was suddenly interrupted by an intuition: she was being watched. She whipped around, ready to strike and severely punish the thing which dared to intrude on her training session.
Her bokken stopped inches from Shinobu's shocked countenance. Motoko blinked with surprise, and glanced around her. Keitaro was nowhere to be seen. (He must have gone downstairs,) Motoko thought fleetingly.
"Motoko-sempai, I... I was just coming up to do the laundry. Is everything... all right up here? You seem a little, uh, nervous." Shinobu looked rather nervous herself by this point; the only person Motoko usually got that angry with was Keitaro, and she hadn't done that in quite a while, come to think of it.
"Ah, Shinobu-chan! I'm very sorry, it's not like me to be so jumpy around you. I had a bit of a... a late night last night, is all. Please, feel free to do the laundry. I'll try not to disturb you." Motoko hoped her reply sounded better to Shinobu than it did to herself; she doubted that it would have convinced her coming from someone else.
"Oh, I don't think you'll disturb me, Motoko-sempai." Shinobu seemed content with the answer, although she did cast a suspicious
(accusatory?)
glance Motoko's way before she went about her business. Oh well. It was time to find Keitaro. There were some things that she needed to know before she could talk to the other tenants of the Hinata-sou. Motoko walked to the other side of the roof, and made her way down the stairs to Keitaro's room. She could hear heated voices coming from inside. As she raised her hand to knock on the door, it burst open and she was greeted with a crying, red-faced Naru.
"Naru-chan, have you seen—"
"You... YOU!! GET AWAY FROM ME! FROM HIM!! DON'T YOU THINK YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH, YOU BITCH?!" Naru screamed out her anger into Motoko's flabbergasted face. She slapped her. Hard. Motoko put a hand to her swelling cheek in amazement. She barely noticed as Naru ran past her, openly sobbing now. She sank to a sitting position in Keitaro's doorway. (Oh no... What am I going to do now?) Her thoughts echoed such; and blackness consumed her.
End Chapter two
((I intend, as of now, to make chapter three start at the same place chapter two did, but it will be from Keitaro's point of view. I think that this little tidbit will up the suspense for both my readers a little bit! :P
Oh, and I'm not a Naru-hater, I actually think the relationship that the two have in the series is incredibly sweet and romantic (if a little – no, very, cheesy. :P) I just –adore- Motoko, and I wanted to see her get Keitaro in this one.
When I get a few more reviews, I'll update!))