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Chapter 2 – Settling In

It was the same morning routine yet again for the residents of the dorm as everyone readied themselves for the long day ahead – Haruka got the Tea Shop ready for business; Motoko, Su, and Shinobu gathered all their things for school while Naru finished going over her lecture notes from yesterday's classes at Toudai in preparation for Finals week. They were all at the table eating breakfast and chatting amongst themselves. The only exception for this morning was Kitsune and Keitaro, who at that moment were holed up in the bathroom.

Kitsune was hunched over the toilet as she threw up for a second time. The familiar taste of vomit and last night's dinner was present in her mouth, making her more nauseated than she was a second ago. Keitaro helped her to her feet and the two walked over to the sink.

"Kitsune you don't look so well," said a concerned Keitaro, gently stoking her back. "Maybe we need to take you to the doctor."

"It's because of dinner last night," replied Kitsune, splashing water on her face. "Probably ate some bad ramen."

"Are you absolutely sure Kitsune?"

"I'm fine Keitaro, really," Kitsune took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "See – no more nausea and dizziness. I just gotta remember never to eat at that ramen restaurant again."

"Well if you insist," replied Keitaro. "Come on – let's have some breakfast with the others."

The pair walked down to the dinner table in time to see the others finishing up. Naru was the first one to acknowledge their presence.

"About time you two showed up," said Naru.

"What took you guys?" asked Su. "You had a rough night or something?"

"No," answered Keitaro. "Kitsune felt a little ill this morning."

"Really?" asked Motoko. "Perhaps you should see a doctor."

"I could make you some tea before I go," added Shinobu.

"Guys, I'm fine," said a slightly annoyed Kitsune. "I just need a little breakfast in me and I'll be good as new."

"There's no point in reasoning with her," commented Keitaro. "Believe me."

"You're one to talk," replied Kitsune playfully elbowing him in the side.

As the two took their seats at the table, the others began to leave. Before stepping out herself, Naru stopped and turned back to Keitaro.

"Don't you have lecture today Keitaro?"

Keitaro shook his head. "I finished this school year a few weeks early, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," replied Naru, remember the many sleepless nights Keitaro had trying to cram all of that studying in.

"Have a good day at lecture Naru," said Keitaro.

"I will," she replied, stepping outside. "You two behave alright?"

"We are haved," jokingly replied Kitsune.

Within the confines of the Hinata Sou, the sounds of boxes being pushed and pulled along with furniture being moved could be heard. On the second floor of the dorm, Kitsune and Keitaro were spending the late afternoon moving some of Kitsune's things into Keitaro's room. There wasn't much else going on today, so they figured that now would be a good time to start rearranging their things to their liking.

Kitsune hummed silently as she unpacked one of the boxes and placed some of its contents on Keitaro's desk. As she was about to picked up the next item, a small picture frame caught the corner of her eye. Stopping for a moment she gently picked it up to get a closer look. It was a group photo taken shortly after Keitaro had taken over as the dorm's manager – the fox girl smiled as she began to think about Keitaro's arrival.

"Looks like were done with the easy part, "said Keitaro placing a box on the floor. He then notices Kitsune looking at the picture.

"Do you remember when you first came to the dorm?" asked Kitsune, setting the picture frame back on the desk.

Keitaro laughed, and moved toward his wife. "How could I forget – you and Naru were pretty ticked off once you first saw me in the hot springs."

"Yeah. It was a good thing Haruka showed up when she did," commented Kitsune. "If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't be here now would we?"

"Probably not," said Keitaro and smiled. "You and I went from being tenants, to friends, to lovers "

"And finally as husband and wife," added Kitsune, "Mitsune Urashima...I still can't believe it."

"Who would've thought, right?"

"Right...but it feels a bit strange seeing all my stuff like this," commented Kitsune motioning to the boxes in the room. "I always thought my stay here was only gonna be for a short while"

"Well, it's our home now," said Keitaro, taking her hand into his, "and I'm glad I'm going to be sharing it with you."

Kitsune smiled and wrapped her arms around Keitaro, who in turn did the same. "All I have to say is that I'm glad that things worked out."

Kitsune planted a chaste kiss on his lips. A moment later the two continued to finish the task at hand.

"Is this all that you want moved Kitsune?" asked Keitaro. "You still have a few thing in your old room that we didn't even touch."

"I just brought the basics like clothes and a few picture albums," replied Kitsune. "The rest of the stuff isn't that important – just a couple of trinkets and novelty items I was thinking of sending back home."

"What about all those sake bottles in that cabinet? You still want to keep those?"

Kitsune shrugged. "I don't know. It'd be nice to have for parties and stuff...but I'm not planning on drinking to excess like I used to anytime soon."

Keitaro smiled and nodded in approval. The phone began to ring on his desk, getting their undivided attention. After it rang for a send time, Kitsune picked up the receiver and put it on the side of her head.

"Hello," she said, and began to listen intently. "Yes, he's right here – hold on."

Keitaro raised his eyebrows slightly. "Who is it?"

"Someone from Toudai's Undergraduate Department," she answered, handing him the receiver. "Sounds important."

Keitaro took the phone from Kitsune and spoke into the receiver, "Hello? Yes this is Keitaro Urashima."

While Keitaro talked to whoever was on the other end of the phone, Kitsune kneeled down and began to pull her things out of the few boxes that lay before her. At that moment, she began to feel a bit nauseated yet again. Not wanting to worry Keitaro again, she took a deep breath and tried her best to steady herself.

"Okay. Sure, that sounds fine," said Keitaro to whomever was on the other line. "Thanks for the info. Yes, I'll be there. You too."

With that, he hung up the phone. Grabbing a pen from the desk drawer, he scribbled something down on the pad of paper and took quick glances at the wall calendar.

"So what was that all about?"

"There's going to be a seminar that the Archeology Department holds each year," answered Keitaro, placing the pen on the table. "Seems that a spot just opened up, and they wanted to make sure that I was still interested in attending."

"That's great," commented Kitsune, trying her best to hide her illness. "When is it?"

"It's in a couple of days," he answered, then notices Kitsune's condition. "Kitsune...are you feeling okay?"

"I-I'm fine," she replied, waving him off and then tried to change the subject. "Hey, weren't you going to show me what I need to do around here now?"

Keitaro moved to her side to get a closer look. "Of course, but are you feeling up to it? We can do it some other time if you'd like."

Kitsune laughed nervously. "Keitaro you worry too much. Besides, I need to start taking care of the place, don't I?"

"Well, if you insist."

Keitaro grabbed his notebook from his desk drawer and the two proceeded to walk around the Hinata Sou. The young man showed his wife what chores needed to be done first, how to clean the onsen and the hot springs, where some of the tools were and so forth. Kitsune nodded at each comment, but wasn't paying too much attention to what Keitaro was saying. After a good half an hour had passed, the pair stopped in the living room.

"And that's pretty much it," Keitaro said. "Nothing too hard – just a lot of small things to remember."

Kitsune nodded. "And if anything needs to be repaired?"

"Let me take care of it," he laughed. "I mean, considering what happens her on a regular basis..."

"I see you point."

Keitaro glanced at his wristwatch. "Shoot – I forgot I needed to take care of some business at the post office today."

"You better hurry then," said Kitsune, "it's about to close in an hour."

"Want to come with me?" he asked, grabbing his coat.

"N-No," answered Kitsune. "I think I'll be fine by myself."

"Alright," Keitaro said, giving her a small kiss. "I'll be back soon."

Gathering what he needed, the young man left. The moment Kitsune heard the door close was when her nausea swelled to an unbearable level. As quickly as she could, she made her way to the bathroom and threw up this morning's breakfast. Taking deep breaths, the fox girl walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on her face.

"That it," she said to herself. "No more ramen – ever. Probably got some damn food poisoning or something."

Kitsune began to walk back to the living room. 'A small nap like always would help – it always had wherever I had a bad hangover.'

Lying on the couch, Kitsune began to feel fatigue setting in. It seemed to her that the day took a lot more out of her that she realized. Yawning, she stretched her body to fullest length.

"I guess...I guess seeing the doctor tomorrow won't hurt," she said silently before drifting off to sleep.

A/N – That's it for chapter 2! I just wanna thank everyone who read the first chapter – I hope that I'll meet all of your expectations as this story progresses.

Okay then – everyone knows the drill! Please feel free to leave me a review and I'll have chapter up, hopefully, by the end of this week.