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I Love You. (Just Don't Tell Anyone.)

Chapter 3: All My Samurai (Part I)


"Do you know how long you guys have?" Haruka asked.

"Not really." Keitaro replied. "How long?"

"We're already approaching the end of the month, and you two haven't found a single job, yet. What's going on, anyway? How tough is it to get a job these days?"

"You haven't really a clue." Motoko asked. "I already tried to get the position as Kendo instructor, and that was already taken. Come to think of it, I'm not that good at much else. I spent a large chunk of my life practicing Kendo, and not much time doing much else. I just really wanted to carry on…"

"Try thinking outside the box, Motoko." Haruka replied. "And Kendo isn't the only thing you're good at, I'm sure of it."

"What can I try out though? This is harder than I first thought."

"A tip: Stay away from the game design job." Keitaro answered. "I tried it. It's difficult as hell. You know they say all that bullcrap on the commercials just to pull you in their own personal hell."

"Just find a job soon." Haruka said. After that, she walked out of the dining room.

Keitaro and Motoko were left hanging. What are they to do now? This'll require some real brainpower, and some introspection.

(O)

"When are you going to pay us?" Keitaro asked through the phone, a nice little turtle phone at Su's room. "I had acid sprinkled in my eyes, and I was chased by a mob of rabid fan girls, and I still didn't get paid yet!"

"Relax for a second and I'll tell you." Said Kugashira-san from the other end.

"Ok, I'm relaxed. Now when are we going to receive a paycheck?" Keitaro said. "When we initially spoke of this deal, you never once told us about our pay."

"Yet if we paid you for doing seemingly nothing, the your aunt Haruka would suspect something, right?"

"You got a point." Keitaro sighed. "So we should find a job first, and then you will pay us, is that right?"

"Precisely."

"Well, that hardly makes any sense." Keitaro replied.

"But, at least you won't have anyone suspecting you of being paid out of laziness." Kugashira-san responded. "Add to it you'll be loaded even after you pay the bill, from your job and from us."

"Still sounds weird, but you're the producer, so you call the shots." Keitaro said.

"I just hope it works out for you." The producer said.

"Me too." Keitaro replied. "Well, see you later."

"Goodbye."

Keitaro hung up the phone and stepped away from it. He then turned to Motoko. "We need to hurry up with our job hunt, or he won't pay us."

"What happened to him paying us up front?" Motoko asked.

"Ain't gonna happen." Keitaro answered. "He wants us to find a job before he pays us, or Haruka will suspect us for being able to pay the bills without a job."

"What?" Motoko replied.

"Think about it." Keitaro said in response. "Haruka will be quickly onto something if we are unemployed and broke one day, and suddenly loaded the next, and without telling her that we had a job. If we can pay without a job, then our cover might even be blown."

"So where do we start?" Motoko inquired.

"There's a killer new nightclub…" Keitaro trailed off when he looked directly at Motoko's face, which began to express irritation, and glow pink. Keitaro sighed. "Forget I said that."

"You think we should just work at the Yoshinoya beef bowl place down the street?" Motoko inquired.

"The fast food industry is the last place we want to work." Keitaro answered.

"Good point." Motoko replied. "At first, I wanted to work at a place I can relate to, but now I just want a damn job."

"I know how you feel." Keitaro responded. A second of silence carried out through the room, until Keitaro sensed a figure right behind him. Before he even got to finish turning around, he heard…

"HIYA, KEITARO!" Then Su gave him a flying kick to the cheekbone, sending him to the other side of the jungle room.

Keitaro took a few more seconds to get up. "Ouch! Su, do you ever think about the damage you can cause by doing that? If you want to greet me, then try a kick that doesn't send someone flying across the room."

"Okies!" Su seemingly complied. She looked at Keitaro; her face clearly showing the she needs to tell him something big, now. "Hey, Keitaro? Can we go to your room and speak in private?"

"Umm…" Keitaro trailed off for a moment. Then he spoke again. "All right, just don't try something funny."

"Okies!" Su responded. Motoko watched as they walked off and out of the jungle laboratory that Su calls a bedroom. Question marks were popping up all over from inside her head as she thought about what the two of them would want to say in private. Some thoughts were stuck in her mind, and they were the ones she wanted to get out.

(O)

"You want me to what?" Keitaro asked, his face clearly expressing total shock.

"Say something to get Motoko angry." Su answered, cheerful as usual. "That way, she'll chase you all the way to this hot new studio where Mr. Producer is waiting for you."

"How do I know where this place is?" Keitaro inquired.

"Here's a map." Su handed Keitaro a folded piece of paper. Keitaro unfolded it and took a good look at it. He looked back at Su after a minute of reading into the map.

"That place won't be hard to find." He said with confidence. "I'm more familiar with this area. The hard part though, is getting Motoko to chase me without getting hurt."

"Getting her riled up is a natural talent of yours." Su replied with a smile crossing her face.

"But not getting hurt ain't one." Keitaro said.

"Just run like the wind!" Su shouted.

"Easy for you to say." Keitaro sighed. "Eventually Motoko will use that dumb ki attack of hers and Naru will follow it up with her famous death punch. It's way too predictable!"

"I'll be your backup, then." Su replied.

"And just what are YOU up to?" Keitaro asked, a drop and sweat running down the back of his head.

(O)

Motoko heard the door open. When she turned around, she saw Keitaro standing there, his face looking like he's feeling a bit of irritation. She stood up and approached him, wondering what got his face slightly contorting. "What's with the face, Urashima?"

Keitaro only turned to her; his mouth zipped completely shut. Motoko couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated out of getting no response from the manager. She stood in front of him, still waiting for an answer. She opened her mouth to speak again, but before she uttered a sound, she felt something on her chest. Pausing for a moment, she took a second to see what it was, and of course, it was Keitaro's right hand. As predictable as an encore performance of a big movie, she grew pissed to the max. She got her bokken ready, but Keitaro dashed off and left the room at lightning speed. He seemingly ran so fast that he left singe marks on the floor. Motoko didn't hesitate to chase after him.

"Wow!" Keitaro exclaimed, as he was running at an inhuman speed. "Su's high speed Flat-Out pill really works, but why did it have to be a suppository?" He quickly made singe trails as he ran downstairs. Motoko surprisingly wasn't that far behind.

(O)

As the chase went on down the street, it made quite a scene, as people stopped their normal daily conduct to take a gander at what the commotion was.

As Keitaro was making his mad dash, he took a little time to look at the map he was holding. After a few more seconds of looking into it, he put it back in his pocket and picked up speed, big time. Motoko was still surprisingly able to keep a close proximity to the landlord, as they started running at seemingly the speed of sound towards a building at the corner of an intersection.

(O)

The doors busted wide open as Keitaro practically shot through the whole line of young hopefuls that were waiting for something great at the end of the line. Motoko was still not far behind him, and was actually GAINING on him. Keitaro stopped right in front of a judge's desk, to the dismay of many hundreds of teenagers that were standing in line for hours on end. Motoko finally came over and grabbed his shirt and began to shake him violently.

"YOU IMMORAL, ABOMINABLE, VILE, DEPRAVED, DISREPUTABLE, LEWD, OFFENSIVE, INSALURIOUS, REPULSIVE, BEDRAGGLED, SEX FIEND!" Motoko shouted as loud as her voice could allow.

"I get the point! I'm a pervert!" Keitaro replied.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE PROBLEM WITH YOU MEN ANYWAY?" Motoko cried out.

"I was under the impression that you got used to it." Keitaro answered.

"You're more dense than I thought!" Motoko retorted. "You think I'll just stand there and just let your little perverted acts go by without retribution? Well, I have bad news for you Urashima; you're going to get your punishment here and now! WHY DID I EVEN AGREE TO GO ON A DATE WITH YOU?"

"Bravo." The sound of a pair of hands clapping was heard from the judge's desk. The twosome turned to see that it wasn't any of the three judges sitting at their table, but actually the producer, who was next to them, and still lying on his hospital bed with an IV attached to him. "I think you got the part."

"Kugashira-san?" Keitaro gasped.

"In the flesh," The producer responded. "Or rather, in the hospital bed."

"How did you get that thing down here?" Keitaro asked.

"Don't think you can worm away form this, Urashima." Motoko growled.

"Well," The producer said. "I had to hire some weightlifters to do the job. Getting them to move this thing all the way here was a monster bitch, but here I am."

"Interesting…" Keitaro sweat dropped. "Anyway, why are you here in the first place?"

"I just want to tell you guys that this will be your new job." The producer casually replied, despite lying in his hospital bed.

"New job?" Motoko repeated.

"New job." The producer repeated.

"What IS our new job?" Motoko inquired.

"Well, aren't you guys lucky?" The producer said as an answer. "You will be playing the main characters in a hot new teen drama!"

After hearing that, both of them stood absolutely motionless. Then they just looked at each other, their eyes the size of trashcan lids. Then, they spoke in unison, "We're stars?"

(O)

Kitsune was taking a gander at the scenery in front of her, as she stood at the front of the apartment complex. The wind was blowing gently against her, and the air was crisp; the weather was perfect, but taking in the atmosphere around her was not what Kitsune was doing.

Naru walked up to her and taped on her right shoulder. "What's up?"

"I'm looking for those two lovebirds to come back." The sly fox replied with a grin drawn on her face.

"Lovebirds?" Naru replied, obviously just throwing away the lovebird comment like a gum wrapper. "They're just going on their job hunt, ok?"

"But only Motoko was chasing Keitaro lately." Kitsune replied. "And why was it that Keitaro was only being a pervert around HER, and not any one of us?"

Naru took a second to let that sink in and think for a moment, holder her chin to physically signal it. The brunette started to get Kitsune's drift this time, rather than throw away the comment again. She looked back at the sly fox. "You know, you may be on to something."

"I told you." Kitsune replied, the grin extending across her face at both edges. "There's something going on between them."

"I doubt it." Naru replied. "Maybe Keitaro just has a real problem with Motoko and he just acquired a new samurai girl fetish or something."

"Nah." This time, Kitsune threw Naru's remark away like trash. "That theory doesn't suit me well."

"Whatever. See you later, Kitsune." Naru left to go back in her house. Kitsune continued looking at the city in front of her.

"You managed to fool Naru, but not me." Kitsune chuckled. "I'm on to you two. I know what you're up to, heh-heh-heh."

To be continued.

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On the next chapter…

All My Samurai (Part II)

Now that our twosome has become a TV couple, and a really popular one at that, they start to get viewer mail at the Hinata House. When the situation grows out of control, the couple grows increasingly desperate. Even worse, is that Kitsune really is on to them.

If you watch Fullmetal Alchemist as well as Love Hina, then you should enjoy my newcomer fic Fullmetal Sensei Edward Elric, you can find it in my profile.

Also, this fic has been added to the C2 list Keitaro and Motoko Fics, and that isn't really a bad thing.

Until next time, Ciao!

-GYRAX