Ever Wonder If…
Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina, any of its characters, or any thing Love Hina-ish. Ken Akamatsu does. So thank him for creating this awesome manga series.
A/N: Well I finally updated this story to chapter 13, and now it is up to chapter 14! What a bargain! I hope this chapter is good, because it should be. Or maybe it won't be, but no matter what it advances the semi-plot that barely holds it together from being a collection of one-shots, so enjoy! Please R&R!
"…" Denotes speech
Italics Denotes thought
Bold Denotes sound effects
Certain Sounds:
GOOMPH! Means Fainting
DOOONG! Means Shock
:blah: Denotes time/time change
A scene/scene change is denoted by an extra line.
Chapter 14: Confession Score…A Plus!
:June 25th, 6:00 AM:
"HIYA!" Motoko grunted as she practiced her kendo skills on the roof porch of the Hinata-sou. Her sword swung down in a complicated pattern as she shaved wood blocks in to tiny chips. Her form was perfect; her motion smooth. She threw up another block of wood into the air.
"Hi Motoko!" Keitaro called out from the steps, and Motoko did a double take and missed a step and fell on the floor. The wood clattered onto the floor.
"Urashima! You're not allowed to interrupt my training!" Motoko sputtered in anger. Keitaro scratched his head and bowed in apology.
"Sorry sorry…" he apologized. He picked up the wood block and tossed to Motoko who snatched it from the air.
"What do you want?" Motoko asked as she threw the block into the air again.
"Well…" Keitaro began as Motoko shaved the block into chips. "I need to ask you a very important question." Motoko picked up another block from a pile she had prepared earlier.
"What is it?" Motoko asked as she threw a block into the air.
"How would you confess to someone if you liked them very much?" Motoko faulted and completely missed the block. She recovered, though and stood there sweating.
"What!" she asked again, to make sure she heard him right.
"How would you confess your love to someone?" Keitaro repeated.
"Ah…" Motoko sputtered, pausing. "What are you asking me Urashima!" she cried suddenly, raising her sword.
"Waaah!" Keitaro cried, falling backwards onto his butt. He put his hands up in defense. "It was just a question!" He curled up into a fetal position, expecting the blow to come at anytime. It didn't. Keitaro opened one eye very slowly and saw Motoko lowering her sword.
"Hmmph!" Motoko said, sheathing her sword. "I don't know and I don't care. Go ask someone else." Keitaro, upon seeing that Motoko was not going to kill him, immediately burst into action.
"Why not? This is very important for me, Motoko," Keitaro asked. "C'mon, do it for a friend please!" Motoko, who had picked up the block on the ground and was preparing to throw it, paused.
"You…" Motoko said slowly, "Promise not to tell anyone else?" Keitaro nodded.
"Of course. It's a secret between us girls, cross my heart!" Keitaro said, and he made an "x" with his finger over his heart region. Motoko didn't really care for all that, but she guessed she could count on Keitaro to keep a secret. And he is my "friend" after all… Motoko thought. "I just want to know," Keitaro explained. "For informative purposes."
"Informative?" Motoko asked. Keitaro nodded, and brought out a notepad. Motoko was aghast. "You can't write this down!" she exclaimed in horror.
"I promise," Keitaro said, "I won't show anyone else. Only I will see it!"
"Well…" Motoko said.
"So how would you confess to someone you love, Motoko?" Keitaro began.
"Err…" Motoko stammered. She uncharacteristically played with her fingers. "I haven't really thought about this, to tell you the truth…" She would have, just a couple of months ago, told Keitaro that she hadn't thought about it at all, but things have changed…
"That's okay," Keitaro said. "What have you thought about? Location? Time? Way?"
"Ah…" Motoko said. She suddenly realized that she didn't actually want to tell Keitaro this. Heck, she wouldn't even want to tell her own sister this! Actually, telling my sister would probably be worse, Motoko thought ironically.
"How 'bout we start with location?" Keitaro asked very matter-of-factly. "If you wanted to confess, where would you? In a restaurant? Or by the lake? Or maybe in some park?"
"Err…" Motoko stuttered. "I guess…it would have to be some secluded place. Like behind a building in an alleyway…no…maybe in a room? His or my room?"
"Okay…" Keitaro said, writing stuff down.
"And…" Motoko continued, "It doesn't really matter what time I would do it…though it seems night is more appropriate."
"Uh huh…" Keitaro confirmed, his pen scratching away. "Is that it? How bout some words you might use?"
"Uh…I love you?" Motoko asked, confused.
"I see," Keitaro stated.
"A lot?" Motoko asked again, hoping this would elicit a different reaction. Somehow, she felt something seemed amiss and not right. Why was Keitaro asking this anyways?
"Well, Motoko, you've been a big help," Keitaro said, finishing writing stuff down, so he waved goodbye as he picked up a block from the pile. "Here," he said, and he tossed it over his shoulder where Motoko instinctively drew her sword and sliced it into bits. He walked away.
"What was that—?" Motoko asked, now confused more than anything else.
Kitchen
Shinobu hummed a merry tune as she prepared breakfast. It was early in the morning but she liked to get up early anyways, and since she was up why shouldn't she make breakfast? Then everybody wouldn't have to fumble around for food—that would be horrible. She remembered stories Kitsune told her about the time before she had arrived and now she just shivered. Thank goodness it's not like that anymore, she thought. She opened the lid of a pot and checked the miso soup. Hmm…a little longer, she thought. Should I add something else to it? What would Sempai like in it?
"Good morning, Shinobu!" Keitaro greeted from the doorway.
"Gaah!" Shinobu shrieked in surprise and she dropped the lid which clattered on the floor, rolled a ways, and then settled by Keitaro's feet. He picked it up. "I'm sorry, Sempai!" Shinobu cried, bowing.
"Ah, don't worry about it. Here," he said, giving back the lid to Shinobu who quickly put it back on the pot.
"How are you today?" Keitaro asked. He sat down at the table and motioned for Shinobu to do the same. She did. "I need to ask you a couple questions, Shinobu."
"Oh?" Shinobu threw a look over her shoulder to see that she wasn't burning breakfast.
"If you loved someone how would you confess to them?" Keitaro asked.
"What!" Shinobu exclaimed in shock, and she tipped backwards falling over in her chair. Keitaro, however, reached out in time and grabbed Shinobu's arm, saving her from a nasty fall. Shinobu began to blush slightly. "T-thank you Sempai, I'm so clumsy," she said, laughing self-consciously.
"No problem," Keitaro said. He took out a yellow notepad. "So…if you had to confess, how would you?"
"Um…" Shinobu stuttered, not knowing how to answer the question. "I…I don't really know. I would just, um, let it happen." Shinobu looked down, not wanting Keitaro to see her slightly forming blush on her face.
"Well…" Keitaro said, scratching his head, "How about location? Is there a specific place?" Shinobu poked her fingers together.
"Ah…well…somewhere quiet…maybe by the lake at night…or behind a school…" Shinobu said slowly. She twirled her index fingers.
"Or maybe I would w-write him a letter explaining how I felt," Shinobu said, suddenly thinking of this method.
"Uh huh…" Keitaro nodded, writing things down.
"And then…if he said yes…we would fall into each other's arms, and promise never to break away again!" Shinobu cried, clenching a fist and standing up suddenly.
"I think the soup is burning," Keitaro said.
"What? Auuu!" Shinobu exclaimed, as she quickly turned of the heat and took the boiling pot of the stove, making sure she took oven mitts beforehand.
"Thank you Shinobu," Keitaro said, standing up.
"You're welcome!" Shinobu called, checking on her other food. Keitaro left. Shinobu turned off several cooking appliances and sat down. "Phew! It's all saved." Only then did she fully realize what she was asked.
"Eh? Why did Sempai—?" she wondered aloud.
Naru's Room
Naru stretched her arms and yawned loudly. It was only eight o'clock, early for the summer time for some people, but Naru always felt she had waster half her day if she woke up, for example, at eleven. Besides "early to rise" was part of her vocabulary and it didn't really matter if she had slept early or late last night. Wait a minute, Naru thought. She suddenly couldn't shake the feeling that something important had happened last night…
"No…" she whispered, the memory coming back to her. Confessed…I confessed! And to Keitaro! AHHHHHH! Naru thought horrified. She thought of all different things she could tell Keitaro…that she was drunk, out of her senses, crazy, insane, anything! But it didn't make any sense; every single explanation she could think of was lame and told her that it would just validate that she actually had confessed to him. SLAM! Suddenly her door flew open and Kitsune entered.
"How are you, Naru?" Kitsune asked, a smile crossing her face. No! Does she know? She can't, no one but I was there…maybe Keitaro came back and started gloating! Or maybe Kanako told everyone! Gaaaaah!
"Ah…fine," Naru lied, sweating buckets of sweat so large they would fill a swimming pool.
"Uh huh…" Kitsune said. She circled the futon that Naru was sitting in, still under the covers. "Nothing…important happened last night?" Kitsune asked, bending down to be at eye level with Naru.
"N-no, of course not!" Naru said, laughing self-consciously that indicated she was lying through her teeth. Kitsune picked up on this obvious confession.
"Something did!" she exclaimed, and she pointed an accusatory finger at her. Naru, however, quickly shook her head in denial.
"No no, nothing. I just didn't find Keitaro last night," Naru said. Kitsune put on a doubtful look.
"Yeah, right," she said. "Look…I would call running back in a fervor last night shouting 'I didn't do anything!' something." Naru looked down at herself as she realized that she had almost no way to escape the fact that she had confessed to Keitaro.
"In fact," Kitsune continued, "It seems to me very likely that…oh, I don't know you confessed to a certain someone who is undergoing gender issues."
"I did NOT!" Naru suddenly cried. She decided the only course of plausible action was to deny everything, fiercely so no one would have any doubts. Of course, if Keitaro said something…It would be all over. He wouldn't lie about something like that, and everybody knows it. Of course, he may not believe it himself and my fiercely determined denial will help him think he made it up! Yeah, that's a good plan! Naru thought. Of course, at one point her brain tried to implant the question why it was "all over," but Naru ignored that with great fortitude.
"Don't worry," Kitsune said, hugging Naru, "It's a good thing that you confessed. Everybody knows you like him anyways."
"No I don't!" Naru yelled again. She stood up, withdrawing from Kitsune's show of affection. "I don't like him!" she repeated.
"Oh come on Naru!" Kitsune said, trying to get her to confess. "Everybody can see it!"
"Everybody cannot see it because there is nothing to see!" Naru cried. "And even IF I did—"
"Ah HA!" Kitsune cried, certain she was close to a confession.
"And even IF I liked him, he's a GIRL! It won't happen, no way, never until he at least was a BOY again!" Naru finished, and she went to her drawer in a huff. She opened it noisily and hoped Kitsune would get the message to leave.
"So if he was a boy…" Kitsune started after a pause.
"NO!" Naru stated defiantly, and Kitsune stopped talking.
"But if—"
"NO Kitsune!" Naru said again, and she took out several pieces of clothing. Suddenly someone knocked on the door loudly.
"Excuse me, Narusegawa are you in there?" a voice easily identifiable as Keitaro's asked. Naru froze. This was not what she wanted. Maybe if I don't answer, he will go away, Naru thought, but Kitsune thwarted that plan.
"Yeah, Naru's in here Keitaro," Kitsune called.
"Kitsune? Is that you?" Keitaro asked.
"Yeah, I was just talking to her," Kitsune said. Keitaro opened the door. Naru sighed mentally as she turned around, fully prepared for a full scale debate that would involve a lot of shouting. Maybe if I just hit him, he'll acquiesce, Naru thought.
"It's great that both of you are here," Keitaro said.
"Really?" Kitsune asked. She was also ready for Keitaro to demand something from Naru. Of course her something was the admission that Naru had confessed.
"Yes, I want to ask both of you a question," Keitaro explained. Naru was prepared for his question.
"Keitaro, I just want to say that—" Naru started to say, but Keitaro cut her off.
"I haven't even asked it. Hold on," he said. Keitaro took out a pen and yellow notepad and clicked the pen so it was ready to write.
"Now, this question is very important to me, so I would appreciate if you both answered honestly," Keitaro said.
"Sure," Kitsune said easily, but Naru was having a harder time responding. She almost knew she was going to have to lie so it wasn't discovered that she had made a slip of the tongue last night, but he had asked so politely…
"Narusegawa? Please?" Keitaro asked. Naru's insides were twisted, but the best she could do was make a grunt that was in between a "yes" and a "no."
"What was that?" Kitsune asked, irking Naru, but Keitaro had continued.
"Ok, I'll start with Kitsune," Keitaro said. Naru looked up quite rapidly. It wasn't about last night? Or…did he just want to ask Kitsune questions first to confuse her?
"Kitsune, if you were to confess your faithful eternal love to a guy you really liked, how would you do it?" Keitaro asked, shocking his third person.
"What!" Kitsune yelped. Naru almost sighed in relief…but then realized she would have to answer the same question as well.
"Well…I'm sort of collecting information on this," Keitaro said. Kitsune was taken aback, but recollected herself.
"Let's see…" Kitsune said. She shrugged. "I don't really know. I assumed that it would happen when it came, because you can never really tell what's going to happen. What if you wanted to confess to someone that already was in love with someone else? I wouldn't know anything about that." Keitaro wrote this down, but still he persisted.
"Well, how about you Narusegawa?" Keitaro said. "Any ideal?" Naru had been in thought about how to answer this probing question, but anything she could think of sounded hopelessly romantic and thus incredibly cheesy.
"Uh…" Naru stuttered for time. She had several scenes that came uncalled for in her mind—by the beach, by a lake, in a park, in a restaurant, behind a building…but they always included something so…cliché that Naru hesitated to say anything. It had some guy (who scarily reminded her of Keitaro) coming to a place, a secret place, at the request of a letter. And then Naru would boldly declare her love and…no, she could never see her being that bold. "I don't know." Kitsune began to speak.
"I've thought about it," Kitsune said. Keitaro turned to face her. "I would do it in public, so everybody would know what would happen. Of course…" Kitsune said, putting her hand on her chin, "If he rejected me that might be shameful. But if he didn't, then everybody would know and it would be perfect!" Kitsune finished.
"O…k," Keitaro said, finishing writing. "And how about you Narusegawa? Have you thought of anything yet?" Naru felt irritated by his incessant questions and probing. Don't you want to say something about last night! Darn you, ask so I can deny anything happened! Naru thought in fury. She had given up answering the question – she wasn't about to embarrass herself like that.
"No," Naru stated, a cold stare of anger on her face that Keitaro didn't pick up. "I can't think of anything."
"Oh…" Keitaro said disappointed. He turned around to leave. "Well, thanks anyways," he said, throwing up a hand as a wave goodbye as he exited the room.
"What was that about?" Naru asked. "He was supposed to ask about last night so I could deny it!" Suddenly she realized what she had just said and froze.
"So you DID confess!" Kitsune squealed in delight.
"No!" Naru denied, knowing that her denial was even less convincing.
"Fess up!" Kitsune said, grabbing her in a Su-like manner.
"No!" Naru cried.
Keitaro's Room
Keitaro looked at all the data he had collected. It was a very weird conglomeration of things he had written down, and read out of context Keitaro knew it would at the very least cause people to wonder what he was doing. What am I doing indeed? He asked himself. As a girl, he had thought he had figured out what girls do and how they act; he had basically thought he was ever so close to understanding women. But last night had screwed up any possibility of that, since he couldn't even understand anything that Kanako, his own sister, was thinking. In fact, he hadn't even seen his sister since last night, which worried him as well. She must be extremely mad, he thought worriedly. He scanned the list, and noticed with dismay the blank spot next to Narusegawa's name. That was the one he wanted to get the most – he thought the more he knew about Narusegawa the better he would understand, but she had refused to divulge any information. But everything else had been helpful. He reviewed his plan over again. He had created this somewhere, but he still doubted where. As he thought about it, he had doubts. Originally, he had planned to get a boyfriend so he could experience the feelings, the emotional part of a girl. But how could that be possible? He was very uncertain so he had asked the girls about their view, but all he seemed to glean from it was more about them, not about emotions.
"Bah," he said, throwing the notepad on the ground. "Why did I create this harebrained scheme anyways?" Tama-chan flew in, making her customary "myuh" sounds. She landed on Keitaro's shoulder who picked her up.
"Tama-chan…when will I understand women?" he asked. A boyfriend probably wouldn't do anything anyways. He would still be himself, and how could he possibly ever motivate himself to do something that…weird?
"Myuh!" Tama-chan said appreciatively. Keitaro put her down on the floor and she pulled herself across to the notepad on the floor and looked at it. "Myuh…myuh!" Tama-chan excitedly pointed at the notepad.
"What is it?" Keitaro asked. He picked up the notepad and Tama-chan flew and landed on his shoulder. Keitaro didn't see anything noticeable, except Tama-chan continued to point to the blank space after Narusegawa's name. "What is it, Tama-chan?"
"Myuh!" Tama-chan said, and she pointed to the other filled spaces and then back to Narusegawa's name.
"It's not filled, Tama-chan, she refused to answer it," Keitaro said, sighing. Everything he did never worked. The last time he did something good was…passing the center exam. He sighed loudly again.
"WHY ARE YOU SO DEPRESSED, KEITARO!" a voice shouted from the door and Su came flying in feet first.
"Ahh!" Keitaro cried, ducking but it was too late. Su's foot-in-face greeting made its way and Keitaro went flying and smashed against the wall. BAAAM!
"Ow…" Keitaro groaned as he unpeeled from the wall and landed on the floor.
"What's this?" Su asked, picking up the yellow notepad Keitaro had left.
"No, Su, don't look at that!" Keitaro cried, getting up but too late. He didn't realize that saying this made it even more interesting to Su and she read the whole thing.
"Hey…" she said as Keitaro snatched it from her hands. "I wasn't asked that question!" Keitaro looked to see if Su had written anything on it, but it was clean.
"Phew!" he said.
"Well, now I can tell you my answer!" Su cried, and she began a lengthy explanation of something Keitaro really didn't bother to listen to.
"Why didn't Narusegawa want to give me an answer?" Keitaro asked himself sulkily, depressed again.
"And then he would—hey, are you listening to me?" Su asked. Keitaro, however, was leaning on the window sill while Tama-chan listened to his problems. Su made a frown while Keitaro sighed loudly. "KEITAROO!" Su shouted, jumping on him.
"What…ACK!" Keitaro cried as he turned around to see Su flying towards him. Su kicked him in the face and he went flying out his window. "AIEEEEEEE!"
"Keitaro?" Su asked, sticking her head out to see him land in the baths.
"URASHIMA…DIE!" BAAAAM!
"WHY MEE!" THUD! CRASH! BOOM!
"Oops…" Su said.
Tea House Hinata
Kanako was sprawled out on a table in the guest room at the Tea House Hinata. She had been crying the whole night, and even Haruka (especially Haruka) gave her a place to sleep for the night at least. Haruka hadn't gotten a word out, and now it was close to opening time. Haruka had left a couple minutes earlier, leaving Kanako to her own devices.
"Why…why is onii-chan so mean…" Kanako sniffed. She had heard Naru utter those words she hated, though she wasn't sure that Keitaro had heard it as well. Why did she have to feel that way about her onii-chan? Somewhere inside of Kanako a little voice was chirping "Useless! Useless!" but Kanako ignored it. Somehow…some way, she had to get Keitaro to like her…maybe a spy system would do something. She stood up suddenly. Su would help—she always did. She exited the room.
"Oh? Leaving already?" Haruka asked, looking up.
"No, Haruka-san, I'll be staying for a while. But don't worry, I'll pay rent," Kanako said, and she left quickly.
"Hmm," Haruka mused. "I wonder what she's up to?" But the shop called to her and she continued to clean.
:12:00 PM:
YAWN! Kitsune was lying on the couch, nothing to do. The TV blared about some famous hair care product that would keep you looking "Young, healthy, and good-looking."
"I don't need that to do that. Plus, I don't have that much hair anyways," Kitsune mumbled as she changed the channel again.
"Today in the news," a news reporter blared. "there have been several sightings of whales near the coast of Okinawa. A famous resort for couples, Okinawa is now the hubbub of scientific analysis, and, as one tourist put it, 'they look like little children with all their toys out.'"
"Boooooring!" Kitsune exclaimed. She turned the TV off.
"Then you should stop watching," Motoko said, coming in to the living room.
"And do what? It's sooo boring in the summer…" Kitsune moaned.
"Like you do anything in the other seasons of the year," Motoko said sarcastically, and walked away.
"Hmm…" Kitsune said. "She has a point. If I'm to not die from boredom I need to think of something to do!" She stood up and brushed herself off.
"Cleaning the dust that has settled from you lying there so long?" Naru asked, coming in as well. "Maybe we need a biologically sanitized spray to kill any diseases and mold that might have begun living on you."
"Hey Naru…" Kitsune started.
"NO!" Naru said, and huffed away towards the direction which Motoko had exited. Kitsune had teased her endlessly before about the confession, but still couldn't get anything out of her. And since Keitaro also refused to say anything, Kitsune had nothing to go on. Eventually she had gotten bored and came down to watch TV, though that had proved unsuccessful as well. Things had settled down from last night – the only chance that Kitsune thought she might have would be if Kanako came back and told on Naru, but her searches for her had upturned nothing.
"I think I need to talk to Keitaro," Kitsune said, taking a pensive pose with her hand on her chin. "Hmm…" She really wanted something to come out of yesterday…
"Hey Kitsune," Keitaro waved, walking by. "You coming to lunch?"
"Lunch?" Kitsune asked.
"Yeah, it's twelve o'clock after all," Keitaro pointed out.
"Yesterday will have to wait!" Kitsune said, and ran right past Keitaro into the dining room, where she now realized everyone else had headed. "How come no one told me?" she asked when she entered. There was no one there.
"Eh?" Kitsune asked. She turned around, but suddenly in the doorway stood Kanako!
"Kanako!" Kitsune exclaimed.
"Shhhhh!" Kanako hissed, and she quickly built a barrier in front of the door and hung a sign reading "Private! Do not enter!"
"What's going on?" Kitsune asked in wonder.
"I need your help," Kanako said quietly.
"What?" Kitsune asked.
"I need your help," Kanako said a little louder.
"Oh?" Kitsune said. She put her hand over her ear. "Why don't you speak a little louder? I didn't hear what you said."
"Kitsune!" Kanako hissed again. "Please?" Kitsune's heart softened slightly.
"Ok, what is it?" she asked. Kanako divulged her plan.
The Hinata-sou Dining Room/Kitchen
"Ah…." Su said in relief, patting her belly. She lay back in her chair.
"Very good as usual, Shinobu," Keitaro complimented, pushing away his plate.
"You're welcome," Shinobu said with a smile. She began to clean up, taking people's plates away.
"So…" Naru said to no one in particular. "What are your guys' plans?" Life had been passing at a painfully slow rate lately, with the exception of yesterday that everyone had conveniently forgotten including, it seemed, Keitaro.
"I shall practice my sword skills," Motoko said.
"I'm in the middle of inventing this awesome machine! It can do all sorts of things, like fly and swim and it even does a break dance!" Su cried. Everyone sweat-dropped.
"Su, why don't you ever create something useful?" Naru asked.
"Yeah, like something to help our manager here get out of his awful position?" Kitsune asked, appearing in the doorway. Everyone turned around.
"Where have you been? You just missed lunch," Naru said.
"I-I saved some for you, Kitsune, but it's cold," Shinobu said. "It's in the fridge."
"Really?" Kitsune asked.
"Oh? I ate that," Su commented. "I thought it was extra."
"Su!" Keitaro exclaimed. "Now Kitsune can't even have lunch!"
"Don't worry about it," Naru said.
"Kitsune, how about I make you something?" Keitaro said, getting up and looking into the cupboards.
"Eh? You would do that?" Kitsune asked.
"Well…I can't really have you starving, now can I?" Keitaro said. "How do you like Chinese food?"
"Uh…" Kitsune responded. "Sure, I guess…"
"Great. I'll make some Bok Choi and then…maybe some Eggs with some Chinese sausage in it. Or would you rather have something else?" Kitsune shook her head.
"Great," Keitaro said, and he began preparing. Kitsune sat down at her customary seat at the table, as other people started to leave.
"Well…have a good lunch," Naru said, and left. Motoko also left with Su hanging off her neck ("What are you going to practice? Can I learn it too?")
"Sempai, I'm going to do the laundry," Shinobu said, and she left as well. Only Kitsune and Keitaro were left in the kitchen.
"So Keitaro…" Kitsune began.
"Yes?" Keitaro replied.
"Ever think about turning back again?" Kitsune asked nonchalantly.
"Of course," Keitaro said. "But you know what? It doesn't seem that bad being a girl."
"I've always told you we are the superior sex!" Kitsune exclaimed. "I mean who else gets the door held open for them?"
"Yeah, and who else is treated nice just for looking pretty?" Keitaro said.
"Of course!" Kitsune said.
"Though there are many problems. I definitely want to change back…how can I ever get a girlfriend if I don't…" Keitaro wept.
"Hey, I've got the solution for you," Kitsune said. "I think I know how this girl thing works!" Keitaro perked up.
"You do?" he asked. Kitsune nodded knowingly.
"You just have to think about it. How did you get turned into a girl in the first place?" Kitsune asked. Keitaro paused.
"Well…I asked a genie to understand women," Keitaro said.
"Right. And obviously the only way would be to become one," Kitsune said. Keitaro's head drooped again as he sighed. "So! Obviously when you finally do understand them you will turn back!" Kitsune cried.
"Wait…" Keitaro said. "You're right! Of course why didn't I see it before? Hold it, I though I understood what being a women is all about!" Kitsune shook her head slowly.
"Uh uh uh, you see you forgot the most important part of being a woman!" Kitsune said.
"I…did? What part?" Keitaro asked, though somehow he dreaded the answer.
"You need a boyfriend!" Kitsune finished.
"Stop it right there, I already thought about that," Keitaro told her, and he went back to cooking.
"You mean you already got one?" Kitsune asked, intensely worried. How had she missed this?
"No….it won't work," Keitaro said. "You see, I figured that out. I don't see how possibly I could even begin to pretend to like a" he shivered. "Guy. I'm not like that. I mean, yuck."
"Come on now," Kitsune cajoled. "It can't be that bad liking a guy!"
"That's because you're a girl," Keitaro said. He turned of the stove and let the contents of the wok simmer a bit.
"But you are too!" Kitsune insisted. Keitaro shook his head again as he put the eggs with sausage on to a plate and began to clean the wok for the Bok Choi.
"Kitsune, it won't work. I…just couldn't get into it, you know?" He poured the oil and garlic into the wok, and a hissing sound soon emanated from the frying oil.
"I've got an idea then," Kitsune said. "How about I dress up as a boy and then you can date me?" Keitaro nearly choked.
"What!" he said.
"Oh," Kitsune continued, "Don't worry. It's just so you get a feel for it. I'll be right back!" And Kitsune left the room.
"Uh…" Keitaro stuttered, left alone. Did Kitsune say she was going to dress up as a boy and then date him? That surely didn't mean anything, right? I mean, it was Kitsune after all, and she was always the one being risky about these sorts of things (he could still remember the first time they had met; not withholding how she had tricked him).
"I'm reading too much, probably," Keitaro muttered. Or was he? Was this some female intuition that he had gained? Perhaps it was…whatever the case, Keitaro decided he wouldn't do it anyways. He could only imagine Shinobu's reaction and he started to chuckle.
"I'm baack!♥" a deep male voice said and Keitaro turned around and nearly squeaked like Shinobu. Here was no longer Kitsune. No, instead a tall handsome looking young man (Keitaro would guess around the same age as himself) was standing there, his broad muscular build and handsome face striking Keitaro with one thought: No freakin way.
"You like?" the man asked.
"Kitsune…" Keitaro started.
"No. I am not Kitsune, I am instead Honda Hisaki. How do you do, Urashima, err…" here "Hisaki" paused. "Keitaro."
"Kitsune…no," Keitaro stated flatly. He finished cooking and put the eggs with sausage and Bok Choi on a plate.
"This will be good for you," the man said. Keitaro was going to complain, but suddenly Shinobu entered alongside Naru.
"Keitaro I would like…hello, who are you?" Naru said, stopping short when she saw a very handsome and unknown man standing in their kitchen. The man coughed.
"I am Honda Hisaki," he said in a very manly voice. Keitaro was tempted to cover his face in shame.
"Ah," Naru giggled unashamedly, "Well…err, what are you doing here?" Keitaro, who really had not forgotten about the things that had transpired yesterday, and what it could imply, saw this exchange with great dismay. But then again, he thought, Maybe she's just trying to cover it up? Again, suddenly a thought that he would never had had had he been a guy sprung to him.
"I am visiting Kei-kun," Hisaki said, going over and ruffling Keitaro's hair. Keitaro positively froze in shock. Kei-kun was obviously reserved for close friends, and even so only Mutsumi seemed to like the cute affectionate baby name they had called each other when they had been so young. Naru suddenly felt ill at ease.
"Isn't that right?" Hisaki said. "Yah know?" Keitaro somehow found himself nodding his head. Kitsune must have worn stilts as well, he thought. And not to mention that Kanako's influence is very high! Suddenly he felt an urge to find his sister and explain everything that had happened was not his fault. Ok, it was, but he at least wanted to clear the differences.
"Um..." Naru stuttered, also frozen in shock, quite aware of the possibilities that could explain the situation. She swallowed.
"Oh?" Shinobu said, breaking the silence. "How do you k-know Sempai?"
"What…she didn't tell you? I'm his boyfriend," Hisaki said. This phrase had the exact effect on Shinobu that Keitaro imagined.
"B-b-b-boyfriend!" Shinobu cried, fainting. Naru just stood there while Shinobu hit the floor unconscious.
"You're…joking…" Naru said.
"Nope!" the guy said, and kissed Keitaro on the cheek. Keitaro, all at once disgusted that a guy kissed him and quite embarrassed because he knew it was really Kitsune in a disguise, blushed while hiding his head and wiping away at his cheek. This effect was enormous on Naru so that she had no choice but to see that Urashima Keitaro was quite the pervert on a level that no one ever told her and she promptly balled her fist in rage.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kei-kun." The handsome young man walked out.
"Ah…I can explain, really!" Keitaro said as Naru descended upon him.
"EXPLAIN THIS!" Naru roared and bashed him out of the Hinata-sou, on with such a fury and power that he had no time to even cry in pain. He disappeared in the afternoon sky. Incidentally, Naru and Keitaro were thinking the exact same thing.
I cannot BELIEVE that just happened. Meanwhile, there was a large amount of chuckling coming from the room that had a small wooden sign over it reading:
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Konno Mitsune
A/N: Well, I finally finished another chapter of a Love Hina fanfic! Gasp! You all probably thought I died, as I might as well have for all the work I have done on this. Hmm…ok, there's a good reason. Well, at least a reason, be it good or not. I was playing Guild Wars the entire time. If you don't know what that is, it's a MMORPG, so obviously I was quite engrossed and didn't bother to write anything for a while. If you can bare with me, I will write more (at some point)…Please R&R!
