Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina but I wish Keitaro ended up with either Shinobu or Motoko rather than Naru.
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Motoko was afraid. Sweat trickled ceaselessly from her face as terror permeated every inch of her being.
What was happening to her? She had just confessed her feelings to Keitaro when everything went black.
"Keitaro?" she asked fearfully. Then she began to run.
"Keitaro?" the darkness seemed to swallow her voice.
Then she heard something. Ears strained to make out the sound. Muscles tensed from years of training as she gripped her sword tighter.
Motoko trembled. The blade in her hand providing little comfort from the menace she couldn't see.
Then "it" moved towards her. Slow at first but "it" began to pick up speed. The scraping sound it made brought chills down the seventeen year old kendoist's spine.
She dropped to a defensive stance. This was not the time to be scared. Motoko strained to locate her unseen foe.
The tension was cut short as she drove her sword to what she presumed to be the enemy's heart.
"Mo…to….ko?" A weak but familiar voice entered her ears.
Then she blinked.
She was in Hinata-sou's balcony again. The freshly hung sheets billowed gently in the wind. The sun colored the sky red as it begins to set.
A whimper drew her attention from the familiar setting.
Keitaro was looking at her with strange expression on his face.
"What happened?"
Relief turned to horror as Motoko saw the reason for his question.
Her hands were still holding the blade that ran through his heart.
Motoko felt tears from her eyes as Keitaro slumped to the floor. His hands reaching out for her face, trying to comfort her.
She knelt beside him as he began to cough up blood. "Keitaro…….no…..no….this isn't happening….this can't be happening"
Keitaro's hand weakly wiped a few tears from her face. "Don't cry Motoko."
"I'm sorry…"
"For all it's worth….." blood dribbled from his mouth.
"Keitaro…….please….."
He smiled at Motoko.
"I'm glad it was you."
Then everything went silent.
END