Eternally Yours
Author's Notes
This story has been inspired upon a story I read last year, but I forgot the title. Nevertheless, unlike my other Love Hina fanfiction, this is quite different. This one will not be a shoujo-ai deep romance type story, but it will be a melodramatic action mixed with romance.
Please allow me to explain, this story will take place in WWII, and will take place all around Asia, starting with Japan where our cast starts. I'm trying to keep the Love Hina plot aligned with the story, making the inn, promise, characters, etc, etc. as closely as possible. The only major difference that will stand out is our shadowed princess, Kanako will not be at all part of the Urashima family. This idea randomly popped in my mind and I liked it but I do have to say this is my first action-based anime and I am a newbie in fanfictions as of now.
Being a huge Kana-chan lover, I can't help but to favor her and notice her unique traits that make her who she is and the beautiful girl locked deep within. This will be a Kanako and Keitaro romance, where Keitaro is a kamikaze and interacts with a prostitute which is Kanako. Too afraid to actually commit such an act and instead he chats and interacts with her and falls in love. As we know love will make one do crazy things; this story this will mean committing treason, betraying close friends, fleeing and abandoning his whole life, and dying for that cause. This will explore the dark side and show the true meaning of love and the sacrifices made on its behalf. Basically, that's the summery in a heartbeat.
As for the background of this, I'll try to make this fanfiction as true as history can tell. I'll try to hit every fact correctly and outline the problems set in Asia at that time. As betrayers of countries have to flee, I intend to place Keitaro in other counties, where problems are great, some countries trying to recover from the aftermath of the deadly war as well as civil wars and killings. As well, to make this a romance, I also have a deal with saying a romance isn't a romance until it is accepted by the ones closest to you, as the story progresses, the ones closest to Keitaro will display some of those traits.
This story will be told in Keitaro's and Kanako's point of view which will give a better idea of the scene and go deeper in depth with materials rather than keeping things third person. About this story, though, it is only but a prologue, and I don't know how long it will take for me to truly make another chapter. As for people who know me for my other fanfiction, they would know I update uber-slow, so please excuse me for my long slack off time
Remember this is but a Prologue to give you a little taste. Please do read and enjoy. All you fans and readers really mean a lot to me, for without you this isn't a fanfiction. And for the people who are reading "Sanctuary" I did not abandoned it, just large gaps of writers block and AP courses.
Prologue- Enigma
It was 1945; Japan's forces were slowly being pushed back by the Americans. The Divine Emperor now spoke before everybody and asked for their assistance in taking out the invading forces that threaten our thousand-year empire. Things seem bad, Germany had surrendered a few months ago and it seems grave on us.
I am Keitaro Urashima, an 18-year old soldier of the Imperial Army. I had enlisted in a Special Units program which had been testing our will and monitoring our flying skills. Although, I had enlisted under the age limit many other people were younger than me and the Imperial Army needed help. I had one thing in my mind to meet my promise girl, but Toukai University had been closed due to the lack of teachers and recent bombing in large areas. Children are being asked to fight for the Emperor's army on behalf of their family honor. I suppose I won't be able to fulfill my promise, I wouldn't have made it in anyway after failing with such a low score. I wonder what my promise girl is doing now.
Since leaving to join the Imperial army after my dreams of Toukai University crashed, a lot has been happening, we had lost more cities, thousands die by the day, and I can't help but to feel worried for the sake of my family. I suppose that and all my misfortunes have placed me in the kamikaze force that is now supposed to charge into the US aircraft carriers in Kyoto. I, myself, have no purpose in the world and I will not be missed by anyone, the least I can do is protect the ones I love. It is but two days until the flight and we are allowed to send one letter back to my family.
I've been thinking hard about what to say. A last goodbye is always so hard, but they have to understand I would die anyways servings as a soldier. I would be better off dead. Tonight we were fed with one of the best meals Japan could afford at that time, and although, it wasn't a luxury before we joined the war, any meat is like the food of the heavens now. As we finished our meal, I was alone in my room like always, lying on my bed clueless. I was unpacking and packing again, wondering what to write for my letter. I had two pictures I brought with me, one of my family, Mom, Dad, Grandma Hina, and Aunt Haruka, and one of from my childhood with me and my promise girl. They all were so precious to me; I couldn't even explain in words the sad news I had to bring.
While I was wondering what I should write, but then a woman, no, she was a girl, walked in my room wearing only underwear. At first, I was shocked and panicked. Was I in the wrong room? No, that couldn't be it, on the door it said, "Pilot Urashima" on it. So, why was she in the room? I wasn't fully in the right mind at that time. I wouldn't ever have known she was a prostitute. Maybe an officer's daughter or wife possibly.
Quickly, I bowed to the woman, bowing to a ninety degree angle to show my respect and promptly left the room saying, "Please excuse me." But as I left the guard pulled me aside and told me I could do to her whatever I pleased and that was when I knew. As I laid eyes on this beautiful girl, I was stunned how she could look so innocent and untouched after all she had been through. You could see her eyes were filled with a fiery passion filled of hate of her job. I could tell she despised it and was forced against her will to do so. The way she looked, though, was unlike any girl I've seen before. I didn't know it before, but that would be only the first time I were to see this princess. The princess whose name was Kanako.
There we were in a small room together the door locked. I was shocked that I was given such an opportunity, but I had so many doubts. As I gazed at her, my eyes examining her beautiful features, how gorgeous she was, but when I looked directly at her and met eye-to-eye, I saw something behind all the shades of hate. I saw fear and sadness. I wasn't going to make this girl anymore miserable as she was now. Then, I noticed her, how slender she was and her legs trembled. She must have been abused quite a lot now. Slowly, I gave her a smile and walked up to her. She must have been scared really because she took one step back and immediately I retreated myself not knowing how to act in these situations.
Seeing how fragile she seemed and exposed so to say I reached into my suitcase and took out one of my old shirts and pants and threw it to her, but she only looked at it clueless wondering what it was for. I think she must had misinterpreted it for she folded it back up and placed it back beside my bed and sat next to me.
I couldn't take it, the moment she touched me I felt a direct connection, I could sense her pain by the way her fingertips pricked my flesh and the gentle touch when her fingers slid on my skin. I was not going to take advantage of her. Not somebody like her. I never had the will to do such a thing in the first place. Slowly, I took the shirt and draped it over her and said, "I don't need you to please me. Please get dressed."
At first there was silence and I wondered if I did something wrong, but then the girl obeyed and did so. I then had left the room and had asked her to wait. Before closing the door, I looked back at her and I met her eyes again, the eyes I soon learned to love and pushed me to my limits. As I gazed back at her, I saw uncertainty, panic, and fright, which surrounded her and shown from her complexion. I had only known her a few minutes but it seemed like I knew everything about her.
"I'll be right back," I said. As I left the room, I walked to the kitchen, to talk to the chef Shirai, who worked as a chef and was one of my good friends. Although, it was restricted in giving extra food, especially meat to people, I was a kamikaze, serving his last days and nobody minded. No matter what, though, Shinai always would come through with at least a little something extra every day for me whether it would be giving me a little more rice, vegetables, or on some special occasions, meat. After giving my little request, I told him to drop it off at my door.
I walked back to my room just like any normal day, walking casually, at my normal pace, but when I walked in, I had saw the girl, who possessed so much fear of Japanese officers hold my own sword to my neck. Slowly, I walked in the room, the sharpened side of the blade still but inches away from my neck. At that time, I was truly clueless in what happened. But when I looked at the girl again and our eyes met again, she had no intentions of killing me. This girl was strong but her will was slowly taken away and her body and honor degraded to what she was now. Her right arm that held my sword was shaking, of course it was heavy, but her frail body had not the strength to hold it. Feeling confident that she wouldn't harm me as well as wanting to make a connection, I took my right hand and squeezed her left hand while giving her a warming smile.
I don't know what it was the connection, the touch, or whatever else it could have been but she dropped the sword down and cried in my arms and I held her tightly with no idea what to do. One second, I'm fearing for my life, the next, she is crying in my embrace, but I soon would know there would be many more of these moments to come. I held her tightly, one of my hands on her back, the other on the back of her head allowing her to cry on my shoulder. I had no idea how to hold a girl for I never had a girlfriend before but this was all I wanted. I wanted company and one I could embrace and be by my side. It must have been destiny that had put us together for when I had set eyes on her I was overwhelmed by her beauty and innocence and yet although, she hadn't said a word I could connect and relate with her so well.
Finally, there was a knock on the door and at that time I was so lost I didn't know who it could have been and the girl squeezed on my uniform tightly fearing whoever was behind the door. Maybe she thought it was the guard, trying to re-claim her, I would never know. As I opened the door, with her majestic form still beside me clinging to my arm, I saw Shirai, with a large plate of rice with curry and a piece of chicken leg along with it. "The Emperor's sends his regards..." After giving a smile, he also said, "The emperor also says, your meal will be quite smaller tomorrow."
After giving a nod, to show I understood, Shirai turned his attention to the girl. Giving a smile, he said, "So, that's it. You know you don't have to do this Keitaro. They get fed. There's no need to give them such food." I truly felt disgusted from the comment from the way Shirai called them like they were possessions. I felt her squeeze my arm tighter and I knew she was scared. Taking the plate I whispered to Shirai, "You won't tell, will you?" Shaking his head and giving me a wink to show that I could trust him, I closed the door and laid the plate beside the little table beside my bed.
Pointing to the plate, I said, "You can eat that." As she walked toward my bedside, sitting on the edge and examining the plate and then sniffing the food, I checked the door and made sure it was locked. Returning to my bedside, sitting next to her, I took the plate from the table and picked up a little bit of rice along with a little curry gravy and a small bit chopped carrot with the chopsticks. I lifted the chopstick up to her mouth so she could take a bite, but all she did was look at me with curiosity and a bit of fascination. If I was her, I'd be curious myself why I was being treated so nicely compared to the other days. Finally, she had gave in and taken a bite. Handing her the chopsticks and placing the plate on her lap, I offered her company and a smile just like she offered me her company. So, it wasn't a fair deal, but I couldn't help but to feel sorry for her and I saw something in her that I couldn't help but to notice. And that was inner beauty. How can such a girl still have inner beauty? Well, I knew by the way she looked at me with those watery, fearful eyes.
As I watched her indulge on the food, eating it slowly, although, I knew she wanted to eat it fast and fill her stomach, yet she would look at me every few seconds almost as if she were monitoring me. I couldn't help but to just enjoy the company for I never had spent a lot of valuable time with a girl before. Her very presence had meant a lot to me. She must have gone through a lot of bad times. Admiring her every feature, after she finished her last bite of her meal, I introduced myself, "I'm Keitaro Urashima. What's your name?" As I took her plate she looked at me with confusion almost but soon I realized it was bottled-up fear and the barrier she set up to protect herself. Anyway, what's a name worth in such a profession.
I can still remember how she answered, her voice soft and angelic, the voice of the heavens which uplifted me, but what made me remember those first words were how lost she looked and unsure her voice was. "My name? My name...is...is...Kanako." I could see it was hard for her to answer me for she had been abused by people of my position, but I had no intention to. I couldn't help but to keep that smile on my face for she really brought me joy. Kanako, I always wondered about her last name, not that she ever told me, which made me ever more curious to learn about this angel that sat before me.
"It's nice to meet you," I said plainly and she gave a simple nod. We couldn't connect that well seeing her position, I can't really blame her. As I was received information by one of my other friends Haitani that "they" would stay until we leave for our flights, I was happy and relieved I had time to spend with her. As I saw her sitting on the bedside, clueless and innocent, I told her, "Sleep on the bed; I'll sleep on the floor." As I laid on the damp and hard, wooden surface, it wasn't as bad as I had imagined probably because I was looking at her gorgeous complexion.
I couldn't help to keep seeing the girl's shock of my generosity, but I couldn't expect her to understand to the joy she was giving me just by being there. As night passed and the room grew dark, I said, "Good night, Kanako." And I waited for an answer. I don't know for sure how long the room was silenced but finally she said, "Thank you." And to hear that I was happy and I could sleep well no matter where I was laying.
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