At the dining room…
Soon everyone was eating happily. "Shinobu… this is pretty good, you should open a restaurant someday. I'd be a regular customer, that's for sure." Drake said smiling brightly, but it was quickly killed by Motoko's icy glare, Shinobu just blushed at the compliment the newcomer gave her. Drake was next to Keitaro and Motoko; Keitaro at the head of the table, and Naru across from him.
"So, Drake, where did you come from?" Motoko asked, sarcasm lacing her voice.
"I born in Munich, Germany, then I moved to Japan when I was four. My mom was French and my dad was German." Drake replied between eating.
"you don't have much of an accent" Motoko asked all of the previous venom still there
"How old are you?" Motoko asked still not impressed.
"I turned 15 about three months ago. My birthday's August 11."
(AN: If this is your birthday give yourself a pat on the back.)
"So where do you live?" Naru asked, joining the interrogation.
"Currently, I am just a wandering ronin, looking for somewhere nearby. I kinda like this town, really."
"Well then, I insist that you stay here for a while, or at least until you find somewhere else to live." Keitaro said, a friendly smile on his face. 'That should catch the girls off guard,' he thought suppressing a laugh.
Needless to say, it didn't have the desired result.
"I will NOT allow this perverted heathen stay in this house!" Motoko yelled, sharply rising from her seat and pointing at Drake as if he was Satan himself.
"Now now, Motoko, there is no need to get so angry." Keitaro spoke in an to calm her down.
"Don't worry about it Keitaro-sama, I'll find a place to stay." Drake said, a slightly crestfallen look on his face.
"No," Keitaro spoke, his voice laced with a sense of finality that shocked the girls; Naru and Motoko in particular. "I insist. Stay here for a week or two, I won't let you leave till you have somewhere else to stay."
"Then I shall leave Hinata-sou." Motoko said, huffing indignantly while rising from her seat again.
"Wait, what do I have to do to change your mind? Name it and I will do it." Drake said, faking desperation.
'Hook…' He thought, smirking inwardly as he finished speaking.
Motoko stopped at this and turned around to face the newcomer.
'…Line…'
Then the kendo girl smiled, not a friendly smile by any means, rather the smile of a madman moving in for the kill.
'…Sinker.'
"Alright, Drake… if you are so willing to prove yourself then duel with me. Defeat me, and you may stay for as long as you like. However, if I win then you leave this building and never come back. Do we have a deal?" Motoko asked, smiling evilly.
Drake, however, just reciprocated this grin. "Sure, sounds like fun. If you get to use your katana though, I want to use that." He pointed to a chopping knife in the knife block in the kitchen.
"Consider your request granted." Motoko replied, a smile of pure bloodlust gracing her porcelain-like features. "I will be on the washing deck. Come up if you want to go through with this… that is, if you aren't scared." She continued, walking away.
"Shinobu?" Drake asked.
"Y-Yes?" Shinobu replied timidly.
"May I please borrow your knife for a while?" He asked bowing to her.
"Oh! S-Sure…" Shinobu complied hesitantly.
"Thank you very much. I owe you one." He excitedly grabbed her hand in his and smiling at her, causing her to blush heavily. He then took the knife and started off, then stopped, and turned to the current Hinata-sou residents. "Uh… where is the washing deck?" This caused them all to face fault.
Washing deck…
"Alright, Motoko. I am here as you asked. You want to get this started?" Drake offered, going to the opposite side of the wash deck.
"Fine with me, but don't expect me to go easy on you." Motoko replied, unsheathing her katana.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Drake replied his taking the carving knife in his left hand with his pointer finger over the top of the blade much like that of the way a surgeon would hold a scalpel.
"Concentrate on Motoko; that's all we got to do… just concentrate on her." Drake told himself.
'Look at the way he is holding that knife, if he tries to block the knife will definitely go flying, so he is probably going to attack, not that it will probably do anything. lets just start this off with a little scratch.' Motoko thought shifting her position to dash at him. A towel came off from the drying rack, like the tumble weeds of lore, the moment it touched the ground both dashed at each other. They were soon both on the opposite side of the washing deck. Drake was leaning against the balcony, Motoko's attack evident by the blood pouring out of the long gash on his side. "lets see if he can take the pain." Motoko thought a cruel smile on her face. "well Motoko I think I win." Drake yelled, smiling through gritted teeth. "How do you figure that I win, you never touched me, yet I mad a deep gash on your side, yet you win." Motoko shouted back annoyed. "true, I never touched you, but if you would just give your blouse a little tug you will see what I mean." Motoko looked at him questioning his words, but pulled on her top. When she did the top fell off like ribbons, leaving her only in her pants, and her chest tape. But if you looked closely at the back you would see 'Drake was here' carved in the back with an two arrows pointing around her sides to her front.
"Pervert! How did you do that!" Motoko screamed, outraged, while trying to cover herself because the chest tape was starting to fall off.
"Hey, you never asked me if I had any experience," Drake said standing up straight. "A friend of mine taught me some kendo. So… do I get to stay Motoko?"
"This isn't over Drake… this is far from over!" Motoko growled running to her room to get another shirt.
"Great; that's what I like to hear," Drake said, smiling. He then looked at the other residents of the Hinata-sou.
"Is there a bandage anywhere? I would greatly appreciate it."
Soon they were all walking to their own respective destinations, after Naru had - hesitantly - made him a makeshift bandage out of an old towel.
"How come you never told me you could fight like that?" Keitaro inquired, leading Drake to his room.
"Well, that's the thing, Keitaro-sama," Drake replied, starting to scratch the back of his head sheepishly, as they both sat down at the landlord's heating table. "You see, I… umm… didn't think I was going to win. I mean, the only reason that I won was because she didn't try to defend at all; if I go up against her again I am totally screwed." the younger male continued, chuckling weakly.
"You're not serious are you?" Keitaro asked in disbelief. "So you're trying to tell me you one purely because of luck, and Motoko being cocky."
"Yep that pretty much sums it up."
"Well… we better get you a room set up." Keitaro said, unable to think of anything else to say on the previous topic.
"I would greatly appreciate it."
"Well, take a look around and find a room you would like."
After checking around most of Hinata-sou, Drake rested on room 303, because it had a great view of the small hot spring town. Little did he know that is was also in between Naru and Motoko's room.
'Very quaint,' Drake thought, looking around at his room. 'I think I'll be happy here.'
Soon he was sitting back in Keitaro's room drinking tea at his heating table.
"So what are all of these girls names, Keitaro-sama?" Drake asked, looking at Keitaro.
"The brown haired one that you peeked on was Naru; watch out, because as you can see, she hates perverts. The tan blond one is Kaolla Su, you need something mechanical she can fix it. Kitsune the other girl you peeked on, she likes her liquor and will do anything to get more, or make money."
"Anything?" Drake repeated, a barely concealed grin on his face.
"By that I mean flirting and teasing."
"Well, I don't mind a tease, what does she wear during one of these 'teases'?"
"Usually, only…" Keitaro stopped his sentence when he noticed Drake eyeing the hole. "That's just a hole connecting my room to Naru's room," he continued, noticing the inquisitive look on the younger male's face.
"Naru was the brunette I peeked on?"
"Yes."
Drake's only response was a smile.
"What are you planning on doing?" Keitaro asked, his nervousness increasing as Drake stood up and walked to the hole. "Drake you shouldn't do t --" the manager tried to convince but it was too late as Drake was already pulling himself up and through, yet he saw nothing but a cloth like cover.
"Hey Keitaro? You're wrong; all there is here is some kind of red covering with two brown sticks or something." Drake shouted back down.
"Drake?" Keitaro asked, barely concealed fear evident in his voice.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Run. Run very far, and very fast."
"Why should I run?"
"Because… a: those aren't sticks, and b: I will give you one guess what the red thing is."
"Really?" Drake said smiling larger, as he slowly pulled himself down.
"Thank God for that…"
"You shouldn't thank him yet, Keitaro-sama."
Keitaro tilted his head to the side, confused. "Why not?"
"Because of this," Drake whispered before he vaulted straight through the hole.
"Why hello Naru, its nice to see you, how are you doing today?" he asked Naru who fell down in surprise. Her legs open. "I think you should close your legs…" he continued, still smiling.
"Y-You… PERVERT!" Naru bellowed, her anger erupting again. "I am going to kill you!" The redhead girl scrambled to get up, causing Drake to run out of he room.
"You'll have to catch me first!" Drake yelled back at Naru, who was now sprinting at him as fast as she could. "Nice panties, Naru; that is, if you could call them that!" he laughed, causing the young woman to blush a little as he went faster.
'What is happening out there?' Motoko thought hearing a large thump from Naru's room. 'Probably just her tripping over something.'
"Drake…! I am going to kill you!" Naru yelled from her room.
'I knew he would try something sneaky; damn pervert…' Motoko thought grinding her teeth, dashing out of her room, hand on hilt, and the first thing she saw was the object of her anger, Drake Tain.
Upon seeing the samurai, all of the happiness in his face died, but then it returned, along with a burst of speed, straight at Motoko, smiling like a man possessed.
"Die, pervert!" Motoko roared, drawing her katana, but was distracted by the sight of Drake diving right at her, he landed with a thud, and slid through her legs, while also flipping up her hakama, uttering a single word, "pink"
"Ha ha… catch me if you can!" he yelled running down the hall, leaving a stunned Motoko in his midst, along with an even angrier Naru who was going faster than ever.
'Must hide… must hide… must hide… wait' I am here and my room is there he said stopping in the middle of the halway and pointing to his door stunning, and confusing the girls. 'So if my room is there then why am I here being chased by them' he thought getting a small smile as he turned to face the girls getting a small smirk on his face as he waved to them before jetting into his room, slamming the thin door.
"I need something to block the door" Drake said to himself looking around the room his eyes settling on an old bookcase, "that will do" he said dashing to the book case, but as he started to put the book case to block the door, his eyes fell upon a small passage with a small girl in there, staring back at him.
"Uhhhm may I ask why you are in my wall?" Drake asked, the two girls starting to pound on the door, "and if you don't mind may I join you in your, uhhhhm tunnel." He continued rubbing the back of his neck "sure" the small girl replied. "thank you he said slipping into the small secret passage way, as an angry motoko and naru burst through the decimated doorway. "damn where did he go." Motoko grumbled under her breath, "he probably jumped out the window or something, no matter he has to come back sooner or later."Motoko said aloud, leaving the room with naru following closely.
"whats your name again?" Drake asked as he and the small girl went deeper into the tunnel system. "My name is Su," She replied with the ever present smile on her face. "Well it's nice to meet you Su, do you know by chance an exit through your tunnel that would leave to Keiatro's room." Drake asked. "next left." Su replied pointing her left thumb to the wall." Thanks see ya" Drake responded lowly, praying the girls didn't hear him, as he crawled into the small opening . "To Freedom I crawl" drake shouted as he pushed himself out of the hole landing with a dull thud.
"wait a second, this isn't Keitaro's room" drake mumbled to himself, looking around his eyes falling on a large thing of armor. "Who would have a thing of armor, hmm" he said out loud suddenly flinching as all the color drained from his face. "Can't I get a break, god huh you sadistic son of a bitch, well i can take a lot more just bring it old man BRING IT" He shouted to the roof stopping to make a small cough into his fist. "I believe that this would be a good time to leave." He said strolling towards the door when he tripped over a sharpening stone Motoko had left out. "a rock, I just tripped over a rock bull total and complete bull" he mumbled into a pile of clothing his face had landed in, "well exleast I landed in some clothing or something, he said rising back up, taking the cloth off his face, wait… these aren't clothing, these are bandages." He said picking one of them of his face. "Why banda… ohh dear." He said as he realized they were the chest raps he had cut up, just as motoko opened the door to see drake holding one of her raps. "damn" drake mumbled
Sorry all that this took so long but I have been getting myself into a wee bit of trouble, you see about a month ago when I was walking to my train station to get home, I got hit by a car going 35 mph as I was crossing a freeway exit cross walk, yes a freeway exit. After that I was pretty messed up, almost the whole left side of my face was sand papered off by the asphalt. And my nose had major chunks sliced out of it, I then had to go under a one week bed rest, where for some reason I was allowed to play video games, but not touch a computer weird huh, that's parents right. But I was also really lucky because I didn't brake a single bone, and I only really suffer, from a screwed up wrist. The wrist is a reason that I have been so slow. I can't type to fast anymore, because I keep on slipping, and I need to rest my wrist. But I promise now that I have more time I will keep on trying. I'll answer any questions, reviews are good, and I would like to thank my super proofreader guy keeling341, I believe that's right, ohh and preston too for helping making me start going again. I hope to post again soon