Story: The Hina Blade
Disclaimer: First story on fanfiction. First story I've written since my senior days at high school. I do not own anything that is Love Hina related. These characters, settings, and lines are under the ownership of Ken Akamatsu. This story itself that isn't part of Ken's ideas was generated by me. So that is the only thing I will take credit in – original ideas, lines, and anything else. If he chooses for me to remove it due to copyright problems, then I will
Genre: Romance/Supernatural/Action
Rating: M for sexual content and possibly language and violence
Setting: This is an AU. This takes place during chapter 4 of Volume 9. The scene where Keitaro puts on the clothespins will occur but there is a little twist. The meat of this takes place just before the Hina Blade is unsheathed by Naru and what happens afterwards.
Synopsis: The evil that is sealed within the Hina Blade is a demon that begins to influence Keitaro. The thing is that this influence is actually helping him than hurting him.
Key:
"----" - someone is talking
'----' - someone is mumbling
Italics – someone is thinking
---- - setting
"Capitalized words" someone is screaming or talking louder than normal.
Author's Rant: The first half of this section is directly from the manga, the second half is from me. A bit spelling and grammar has been updated. Not much change other than suspending disbelief. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: The Kiss
The manager's room. Motoko is drying her hair while wearing Keitaro's shirt. He is making some hot chocolate for Motoko. Keitaro is still wearing a cast and using his crutches to get around. Naru at this time is in Kyoto on her class trip.
"…," says a former wet Motoko. Why are all these problems happening to me? Furthermore, why is Urashima still so nice to me?
"Really now…," says a worried Keitaro, "The rain is already that strong. You ran out there, only to get completely soaked. You'll get a fever that way!"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" exclaims a flustered Motoko.
Keitaro looks at Motoko silently while she is still drying her hair. Ahh…Motoko-Chan...Her hair…She looks so lovely. Keitaro then speaks, "Drink this…It'll warm you up."
"Ah…thank you…," replied Motoko as she begins to sip her drink. I guess he does have some strong points...HOT! "IT'S TOO HOT!" Motoko immediately spews whatever liquid was in her mouth and onto Keitaro.
"WAAAAA! IT HURTS! IT BURNS…!" wails poor Keitaro as he tries to cool down his body
"BAKA! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!" yells Motoko as she begins to chase Keitaro around.
"I'M SORRY MOTOKO-CHAN!" replies Keitaro as he flinches. 'I'm gonna be beat up again.' "…Huh…Moto…Motoko-Chan?" Keitaro turns around to see Motoko is on her knees holding her cup of cocoa.
"…It is nothing…," answers the depressed woman, "I have not noticed that I am the idiot…even though I call you a weakling…and call you an idiot…but the only idiot and weakling here is really me..."
"Do…Don't say that. Y-You-" counters Keitaro
"DO NOT PATRONIZE ME!" exclaims Motoko, 'It does not matter if I am a swordsman, or a girl.' "I…I am…"
Keitaro then lays his hand on Motoko's head and begins to slowly caress her hair . "Forcing yourself too much isn't good, Motoko-Chan." says the concerned man. Motoko sees that despite her lashing at Keitaro and herself, Keitaro is still caring and nice to her. Tears form around her eyes and begin to fall.
"Do not be so nice me!" sobs the weeping Motoko. She drops her cup of cocoa and lunges towards Keitaro.
"Huh?" says a shocked Keitaro as he finds himself being held by the crying lady. She begins to cry uncontrollably, wetting his shirt. Motoko is holding onto Keitaro with all her might, letting out all that she has pent up over the last couple hours. HUH!
"Wh-What should I do…," wails the weeping woman, "Kei…Keitaro…I…"
Waaa! M-M-Mo-Mo-Motoko-Chan…You… thinks the panicking man. He begins to feel her grasp tighter around him. His stomach was now feeling her breasts. Unconsciously Keitaro begins to wrap his arms around Motoko. "M-Motoko…" Keitaro releases his grip as he realizes what he is doing. Ack! I'm doomed! But she's trembling…Even though she is a strong woman, but her emotions are weak. 'She's so lovely. Moto…' Upon hearing Keitaro Motoko slowly raises herself to meet Keitaro eye to eye. Wa..Her breasts are so tender…This is not good! Her sister told me to take real good care of her…Wa! I really want to embrace her, wait, did she just call me Keitaro?
And with that, Keitaro slowly puts his hands on Motoko's head. Just before he makes contact, he wills his own hands to get away from her and grab something. Anything. He feels that there are clothespins nearby and puts them on as many as he can. WAAAA!
"Keitaro…" reacts the saddened woman. She slowly brings her head up. She plans to confess her love to him and expects for the two of them to kiss. "I-I…WAAAAAA!"
Motoko immediately peels off Keitaro and backs against his wall as if he was the ugliest thing on earth. Words couldn't describe it any better. Keitaro's face was covered with hairpins making look like one of those humans with a bad birth defect. Motoko screams, "WA! KEITAROOO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
"It's not what you think!" pleads the manager. Looking at the man for too long Motoko begins to laugh. Her friend joins her as they laugh on how ridiculous he looks. "DON'T LAUGH AT ME LIKE THAT! I HAD TO DO SOMETHING!"
Minutes pass and the two calm down. "But…This really helped regain your spirits…that's great! Motoko-Chan…you just lost one battle but you have already given up…that is not the Motoko I know. In the past, no matter how many times you failed…you never gave up."
"Ah…" blushes Motoko, "Keitaro…"
"Your sister said that she will be waiting for you at Kyoto."
"…This…But…My sword is already broken…"
"Ah. That's right…Just wait…" says the giddy Keitaro. He begins to rummage through his stuff until he comes a across an old but well maintained Katana. "This…This sword is…This is an Urashima family heirloom. I told my aunt about this and she said that the sword is stored in the stockroom. Please take it. Motoko-Chan…Let's go to Kyoto…And look for your sister! Let's go!"
Motoko blushes. "…Keitaro…," she then smiles, "Right!"
scene change: a black void. Everything is black. Darker than night itself under a new moon.
One hears a distant heartbeat. It happens a couple more times. And then it stops. An eye opens. All one can see is a yellow iris with a white pupil. One sees a faint grin. I have awoken.
scene change: back to Keitaro's room
Keitaro hands the blade to Motoko and begins to get up. He opens the door. "I'll leave for a bit while you finish drying your hair and changing. Come and get me when you are finished."
He almost left his room until Motoko called for him. "Keitaro…" calls Motoko. Keitaro turns around only to himself lip locking with Motoko. Time begins to slow down and his heart rate begins rise. Oh man! What is happening! Just when I thought I was in the clear this happens! Out of the frying pan and into the fire! Oh Kami this feels good….NO! No. No. No stupid! If Motoko realizes what she is doing, I will be the next person sent to the moon. Ack! What am I going to…huh?
Motoko releases her lips from Keitaro and she sees him blushing. She smiles just a bit about what she just did and how she liked it. Keitaro didn't catch this because his mind was churning at the speed of light wondering how painful her attacks are going to be. "M-M-Motoko-Chan!" says the fearful Keitaro. "I-I-It was just an accident! I-I-I didn't mean to…mmmmpf!"
Once again Motoko kisses Keitaro but this time it is different. She wraps her hands around Keitaro. Her kissing is becoming fiercer. Holy crap! thinks the shocked manager. SHE is actually kissing ME! And judging the way she is kissing, she only wants something in return. I should at least do something for her.
And with that, Keitaro kisses back. Motoko moans softly as she rejoices that Keitaro is feeling or at least thinking on the same wavelength as she is. 'Mmm...'moans Motoko. I cannot believe I am kissing him! But…But he is kissing me back! That must mean something. I feel so happy. I wish could do this forever…but there is only one way to confirm it.
During this make out session, Motoko manages to get her arms underneath Keitaro's shirt. She feels his warm back against her arms and she begins to get turned on by it. Feeling bolder, Motoko does something that she has heard from school, read from romance novels, and seen on romantic movies. She slowly moves her tongue against his lips. His lips part and her tongue enters his mouth. She finds his tongue, and at that time, the two muscles began a sensual flicking dance, each tongue slowly massaging the other. At this point, Motoko's mind has reverted from her old warrior self to something more primitive. She gave into her feelings and her rationalizing self is no more for the moment. What she gave into was a lust/love mix that had engulfed all her senses. OH! HE TASTES SO GOOD! This type of kissing is better than I thought! said Motoko who was undoubtedly drunk in her own lust. Is this what love is like? Is this how he feels with Naru-Senpai? Does he even care about be me? He has to! He has to or else we wouldn't be kissing me in the first place! Even if it is not, I must have him. I have been holding all this inside for so long and I feel that I need to release these feelings on him so that he knows how I feel about him. She continues to French-kiss her manager and moans quietly while she moves her hands from his back to his chest. She rubs it a bit and slowly moves her hands down. She grabs the bottom of his shirt and begins to lift it.
Meanwhile, Keitaro's mind is the complete polar opposite in thought. Oh man what am I doing? Am I actually kissing back to Motoko? I am! A-A-And she isn't resisting! Oh Kami-Sama this feels good. Not even Narusegawa was as open as this. Am I wrong on choosing Naru over Motoko? No no no no NO NO NO NO! Naru is the girl I have loved. She is the girl that I made a promise to 15 years ago. But Motoko's here. She is unstable. She needs someone to rely on or else she may do something drastic. She might even be willing too…what the…?
Keitaro suddenly feels that his shirt is being lifted from the back and that Motoko's hands are underneath it, grasping and rubbing his back. What surprised him even more was that he felt her tongue against his lips. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! OH SHIT! She is really into me now! I can't back out now. I may hurt her feelings. Not only that I may actually enjoy this…What to do. What to do. What to do. What to do. Can't. Resist. Anymore! Keitaro opens his lips just a bit and feels her tongue entering his mouth. The two begin to "play" with each other. Oh man! I wonder if I would be experiencing the same with Narusegawa. Oh Kami-Sama! Her hands feel so good rubbing my back. Not only that, she tastes so good! This is the first time a girl kissed me and I have already covered more territory than those who went on first dates! W-W-What is she doing now! Her hands are on my chest! Is she actually willing to sleep with me? ACK! She is trying to take off my shirt! I might actually get laid! This might be too good to be true. I might have actually found my future wife! My future wife. My future wife… My future wife? No! I must resist! But it feels good! But I will ruin her! She doesn't mind! I do! And I don't! But I don't want her to regret this! Can't you see that she is totally in love with you? Even so, I can't take ADVANTAGE OF HER! IT ISN'T RIGHT IN HER EMOTIONAL STATE!
And with that, Keitaro breaks off his make-out session, shortening the chances that he will get laid. The two breathe very hard: Motoko, for the lack of air, and Keitaro, just from that internal struggle with himself. After minutes pass, they resumed their normal breathing. The lusting Motoko approaches Keitaro again and tries to go for Round Three; trying to finish what she started. Her lips almost locked with his again but instead of his mouth, she is kissing his hand. Keitaro, with every inch of willpower he could muster, blocks Motoko's attempts by covering his mouth. He knows all too well that if they kissed again, he would succumb to his lust.
"Wh-What's wrong Keitaro?" pleads Motoko, "Did you not enjoy it! Do you not want to finish what I started!"
That is very tempting Motoko. You have no idea how much my body wants you but my mind is in control so I will have to decline. Keitaro shakes his head, "Sorry, Motoko-Chan. Now isn't the time or the place for such…activities. I don't want us to have any regrets."
"Regrets?" questions Motoko as tears begins to form. "I will not have any regrets. If we are together than I will not regret anything! Keitaro…Can you not see? I…"
"I realize what you are going to say," said a now calm Keitaro, "But the truth of the matter is that we aren't wedded and if the girls found out…well we don't want a mess on our hands. Not only that, you are on an emotional rollercoaster. An emotional wreck if you will. I don't want to take advantage of this because the both of us wouldn't know what feelings of yours are real or not. What is lust and what is love. When this is all over, then you will know what is real and what isn't. For now, I don't want to trust on how you feel at the moment. Maybe later after this ordeal we are in. Now, dry your tears. I have something else important to say. When I talked to your sister, she told me that we have to fight her together. If we win, then you will be reinstated to the Shinmeiryu. And if we lose…"
"And if we lose?" says Motoko whose eyes have dried.
"And if we lose," says Keitaro as he begins to look at the ground, "then not only will you no longer be allowed to be a warrior but we will also have to…to…" '…get…married.'
"Huh? What did you say?" asks Motoko as she leans her ear against his mouth. She feels his breath and she slowly blushes.
'Married,' said Keitaro in a dire tone, 'Me and you. We are to be wedded immediately.'
This set of news shocks Motoko to the core. She begins to weigh in what is actually going on around her. If she wins she gets to be a warrior again with her pride and skills acknowledged by her sister. If she loses, well if she loses she would actually fulfill a fantasy that she always wanted. She begins to ponder that losing may not be so bad… She comes to her senses and shakes her head trying to get rid of that idea. Keitaro interprets it as something she doesn't want.
"Yeah," chuckles Keitaro, "I know how you feel. Well I'm gonna go and let you finish changing. I will see you at dinner okay. We'll discuss this with everyone there."
Keitaro begins to leaves and exits his room. Motoko smiles grimly to herself almost on the verge of crying again. I-I-I guess he truly does not love me. Maybe it was lust. sigh I guess it was never meant to be. Well then I will…
Keitaro then pops his head back into the room. "Just to let you know so that you won't have any mixed signals in the future, I enjoyed what we just did. If we were under different circumstances, I might have been okay to go through what we stopped."
He smiles warmly at her and leaves. Motoko's spirits are lifted, knowing that what they just shared was enjoyed on both sides. Maybe, she smiles with warmth and sincerity, Just maybe it may not be so bad just to lose on purpose, and fulfill that fantasy of mine.
She chuckles to herself and finishes changing from Keitaro's clothing to something more of her tastes: her hakama and gi. And with that, she joins Keitaro at the dinner table, where the two of them explain the current circumstances they are in.
Author Rant: Well that is the end of chapter 1. Rate and review. How do you like this newbie now? I'll let you on a secret. Due to the actual length of the original chapter 1, I broke it into 2 or 3 pieces. Haven't decided how long the second part should be. Anyways, I did this so I could lure some of ya'll to read this AU of mine than plop all of it at once. Have fun with the torture I gave ya!
Proofreader Rant: Hey, he wasn't too bad this chapter, few spelling errors, couple of sentences that could have used more emotion, but other than that, 'tsall good! This is Baretta of the Dark Icon Writers singing off!