Author's Notes
It's only been a few days since I made the prologue, but I seemed to have nothing to do but either do a bunch of homework, which I'm quite lazy in doing on a three-day weekend and seeing my other Love Hina story, "Sanctuary", is giving me huge writer's block in trying to complete the chapter.
I'm proud that so many people did support my story for this is very different from my average Love Hina fanfiction. This is will include action, in which, I'll try my best to provide and still keep the characters "in character" while adjusting their perspectives as the scenes progress. Like I have said before this is basically revolve around Kanako and Keitaro and this story will be said by their point of view, so don't expect many other characters to play quite a big role in this fic. This story will alternate between Keitaro's and Kanako's point of view, so this chapter will be Kanako's. Also, if you like romance, I do ask you to read my story, "Sanctuary" and see if that suits yours tastes. As for trying to keep this as factual to history as it can, I'll try my best, but I'm only a student who still kind of considers history boring.
Usually my author's notes is a place to rant, but seeing I have nothing since I updated quite recently, I'll spare you guys the torture of reading my page long author's notes. You fans mean everything to me. Without you this won't be a fanfiction. So, please read, review, and enjoy.
Chapter 1-Hope
As I woke up lying on a bed, I was bewildered. I could never have believed such a thing could be a reality, but there I was waking up to the morning sun and he was there by my bedside looking over me like a guardian angel. Back then I didn't know who he was, I always believed all guys were monsters who only wanted to please themselves, but him, he was different. I gazed at him for a little while trying to find a twisted smirk behind the innocent smile, but he was pure and good-hearted unlike the rest.
There I was the first time I've ever laid in the bed and enjoyed it since I don't know when. It was torture I could remember every single guy wanted to torment more and more. Sometimes I thought I would be shackled to the Imperial Army forever, but news has been coming out that Japan is getting desperate. The instant my eyes had opened his eyes locked onto mine and I couldn't help but to admire that gentle look of his. When I sat beside him, on the bedside, I was too afraid to talk, maybe there was a bad person who only wanted to play games with me. I couldn't ever trust anyone, especially where I came from. The only thing I remember from my past is being taken away with all the other girls from my orphanage to become just like this. To suffer in misery. I'll always have that scar on me and I never forgave easily.
Keitaro Urashima was different. His calm complexion had soothed me and his generosity was great. He always offered me company no matter what and stayed by my side, well, most of the time at least. Whenever I was near him my heart raced and my heart tingled. I didn't want him ever to go. Of course, it was only one day, but I really "loved" him. Every part of him made me happy, but that night had broke my world. I remember him coming back from dinner, hiding a piece of chicken meat in her pocket to give back to me. It wasn't much, but it was a lot better than what I was given daily and I have never tasted to savory flavor of meat. And then he had sat next to me with his arm around me and my arms around his and his smile never faded, but then he told me who he was.
He had told me about how he was a kamikaze and that he will be leaving tomorrow, but I didn't want him to leave. I still remember how I felt that day, the feeling of confusion, sadness, rage, and despair mixed within me. I really don't know why I felt this way for a person seeing him for only one day, but he day made me happy when I was sad and I mourned to be with him. The only person I cared about drifted away from me was totally unbearable. I remember picking up his sword and saying, "If you go, I'll kill myself!" If he was going to leave, I might as well take my life, for I refused to go back to what I was.
My hands shook and his frown when he saw me like this made me tremble and sadden myself. It seemed like we were but one person, our hearts beating in unison. Whenever he was sad I was, and whenever he smiled, it was heaven. As he stepped closer, I retreated, still holding the sword, my hands were shaking for the sword was very heavy, I had meant to kill myself, but somehow, I never got the will. Every step he took, I took one back until my back was against the wall. As he neared me, I didn't know what to think or act, but when he placed his hand on my shoulder, I felt numb and he quickly grabbed the sword out of my hands. There he was looking down at me with those lovely orbs. I didn't know what to think really and it seemed like the world froze, and my heart was beating faster and faster.
As he inched closer and closer until our lips met and I closed my eyes to savor such a moment and I could feel his warmth within me trying to comfort me and his arms around me, holding me tight, embracing me and making sure I'm okay. I felt I was about to burst with happiness and when I opened my eyes with my mouth still opened, asking for more, he smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I didn't know why, maybe he thought if he kissed me again, he'd be taking advantage of me, but he wasn't. I wanted him and after he turned his back on me and ran after him and hugged him tightly. "Don't leave!" I cried but it was no use. "Promise me you'll come back for me."
I could still remember him turn around, it was one of the only few times he looked extremely bothered. He sat down on the bedside and sighed and he looked troubled. "I don't think I can make that promise," he said softly. And then he pulled out a picture to show me about his childhood sweetheart. He told me all about his promise to her and how he could never fulfill it and that it would be the same this time too, that my heart only would be broken, but if he left I would die. I refused to go back to such a place; it would be a fate worse than death. He really were to die, I wouldn't have anything to live for and to take my life with one quick blow was better than getting beaten and raped everything.
The last letter he was going to write to his family rested on the table and he sat troubled. I didn't know what to do. I never knew how to cheer a person up for the only feeling I knew was hate and despair, but I came up to him and hugged him. I couldn't let him go and then confused as I was and how many feelings stirred in my mind, I slapped him and then kissed him again, this time my tongue exploring his, tasting him, longing for him, this time my eyes were wide open with tears and they softly dropped onto his cheeks. His eyes seemed to be watery as well but he held them in.
As we broke apart from our kiss, I collapsed on his chest and began to mourn, clinging to his uniform begging for him not to leave. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking then, but I felt his calm, gentle hand stroke through my hair and softly he said, "I promise." Maybe it was a nearly impossible promise, but it gave me hope and it gave me strength to live on. I would do anything to be by his side and when I heard him promise me that he will come back I knew I could live life with his face in my mind even in my darkest hour.
Tonight, we went to sleep early and I couldn't help but to think why he was sleeping on a floor when someone meaningless like me was resting on a comfortable bed. I couldn't stand it thinking about losing him tomorrow. I couldn't bear the thought of being alone again. There I laid that night praying for his safety and crying my heart out of his sake, but that didn't seem enough. Keitaro was special and important to me, even if I only met him for a day. He was truly the only one that loved me and I couldn't let him go.
That night I got out of the bed and took off the clothes he had generously offered me. Anyway, I was more comfortable with my undergarments on for that was the only thing I wore the past years. The clothes were too large for me anyway, but that was beside the point. I loved him and I wanted to show him that. I wanted to give everything I had to him and as I approached him and got on top of him, hugging him tightly, I cried out, "I love you. Please don't die!"
When I saw his eyes, I saw fright, confusion, and compassion, when the feelings mixed within him; it had only made his eyes look more beautiful and sincere. I forced myself on him and kissed him deeply, my hands sliding down his face and body. I removed his glasses and slid my hands through his hair and smiled at him, probably the first time I smiled in years. I felt so free, but he was clueless, so innocent, and such a wonderful guy, unlike the others I seen and although, he was aroused he pushed me away for all decency.
There I was in my undergarments, willingly to give him my love, but all he did was look at me and gaze at my form. Maybe he didn't like me for doing something like that, but it was the only way I knew how to express my feelings. You see he wasn't like the type of guy searching for pleasure; he was searching for a purpose and true love. He was caring and I loved him for that. Slowly, my hands slid to the back of my bra to unhook it, but he had jumped on top of me and prevented myself from doing so. I still remember him telling me then, "Please don't do that. You're better than that. You're stronger than that." And there he was his hot body pressed against mine and he kissed me with all the passion he had. It was total heaven. I would never forget those words he told me. Those meant more to me than everything.
"Keitaro..." I muttered softly. Somewhat I was happy he stopped me and somewhat I longed to give him what he desired, but I just stopped thinking and focused on his gentle face and his charming smile, and although he didn't say it, his eyes said it for him. Within all the pain and passion within with lovely orbs laid one message. 'I promise.' All I could do was smile and fade into my dreams.
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When I woke up, he was gone from my side and I was alone again. The pain was so unbearable, my heart broke, but he promised he would come back and that was enough for me to wait for him. Beside me was a piece of paper that said, "I'll come back for you." On the bed, were a few sets of his clothes, and what seemed like a uniform of the Japanese army. It looked just like a replica and on the uniform it said it had the name Urashima. Beside that on the bed was the sword he held, and I wondered how he could leave all that before me but it didn't matter. He meant well when he gave me this and he promised to come back for me, so I had to promise him, I'll be here when he came back.
Slowly, I put on his uniform, which was quite large for me, but fit nevertheless, I looked so silly but I guess I suppose that was because I never wore clothes like this before. As I put it on, I felt his presence before me and he gave me strength, I still could hear his voice from last night saying I was better than this and I was strong. I held in my long hair with the hat and then gazed at the sword. His words repeated all over my head and haunted me. What was this sword doing here? You're better than that; I could hear that being said every second.
Then, I had decided I wouldn't let them do that again to me. If I were to wait for him, that would mean I will stay in this room and wait, no matter what. I wanted to believe I was strong and I slowly picked up the sword, unsheathing it to see the blade once again. I knew what I had to do and I just stared at the door, awaiting it to open.
I don't know how long it was. Minutes, hours, but time passed and I sat patiently waiting for the guard to enter the room. Finally, there was the turn of the doorknob and he entered. My slaved river, the man who controlled me, whipped me, and I worked for him as his prostitute. I remember when he pulled me out of the orphanage he had raped me and stole my virginity. I was only fourteen then. I don't know what it was, Kei's words, my blind rage, or my will to survive, but I unsheathed Kei's sword against the defenseless large man that stood before me and I drove the sword into his stomach. As he started to cough up blood, his movement ceased, and he turned pale, I removed the sword in shock. The blade drenched in the blood of the person that first spilled my blood. I felt sick; blood had always made me tremble and although a bit of satisfaction passed me the overwhelming scent of blood and disgust took over.
Slowly, I dragged the man into the room and took the clothes Kei left me to wipe away the blood in the hallway before closing the door. I sat on his bed looking down at the corpse that laid before me in the room. I couldn't keep my eyes away from the death that filled the room and I shivered. That day I had became a murderer and an hostile enemy of the Imperial Army. And I knew that but all I could do is sit back on my bed and wait, wait for him to fulfill his promise. He was right I was better than that. I was stronger and as long as he was alive in my heart, I would rather die than the serve as one's pleasure maid anymore.
I suppose that was when I looked at the uniform he left me and I kept reading his last name over. I couldn't even remember my last name from all I went through because my last name didn't matter. But then I had decided he will come back and one day we will marry and live a happy life together. From that day on, I wasn't just Kanako, I was Kanako Urashima and at that single moment, I did what a good wife would have done, wait silently for her husband to come back.
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This chapter was a tad bit short I do admit, actually the prologue was longer. But I'll do my best and the chapters will get longer hopefully, but quality over quantity, I suppose. Please to review and thanks for reading.