DISCLAIMER: See previous chapters for disclaimer concerning the fact that I do not own Love Hina and/or Ichigo 100. And just in case, I don't own My Sassy Girl. What do I own? Is there such a thing as ownership? Why has the so called "logic" of humans has created this concept of ownership? …goes on ranting and raving…

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Nishino, Aishiteru

By SK-superpower

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Author's Note: Thank's to everybody for all the encouraging reviews! I'm starting this chapter in a study hall at school...yay for using time incorrectly for other people's enjoyment!

I'm also thinking about writing a new type of story that mixes Futaba Channel's popular OS-Tan characters and Love Hina. It's sort of AI Love You, but instead of that virutal girl that Hitoshi creates, think of it like Windows XP-tan, Windows 2000-tan, Win95-tan, Mac OS9-tan, Firefox-ko, etc. that Keitaro accidentally creates. What do you think?

Grrr, my laptop failed on me when I was leaving Tampa International Airport and I had to somehow retrieve all my data from a perfectly good hard drive with a Windows problem. But it's all good now that I retrieved my half-finished chapter from the hard drive and I have it for you guys to read.

Note: There will be some serious OOC-ness in this story. But not to the extreme, I'm just experimenting with human emotions. (sweatdrops)

Please read and review!

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Chapter Five: Letters (Part 1)

Naru couldn't move from the spot where Keitaro said those words. "I thought so too." It was mind-blowing. She couldn't believe her hears when he said that. It was so much of a shock, Naru just stood where she was for 10 minutes until the realization finally settled in.

'No, no, I can't be losing Keitaro...it can't be. He loved me, how can he abandon me? Why? Why did I hurt him so much? All that I have left of him now is this letter...a letter that will always remind me what I've done to him. This measly piece of paper that is breaking me apart. I love you Keitaro...I...love...you...'

Naru started to cry, bit by bit. Tears seeped from her eyes, dropping onto the floor. The silence of Hinata Sou after Keitaro left magnified the sound of the teardrops, making them sound like light rain started to fall. Indeed rain had started to fall, a heavy monsoon of emotions, feelings, and thoughts violently ripped across the virtual plane of Naru's mind. Seperation anxiety started to kick in.

'I need to tell Keitaro that I love him before I lose him. I can't lose him, I have to keep him near me. Should I run out? No, he'll get mad at me...He looked so angry that he could hit me. When would Keitaro ever do that? Argh, I can't think...'

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While Naru was in emotional distress, Kitsune was in her room, looking at the letter that Keitaro gave her. She didn't even have the courage to open it once she got to her room. If Kitsune was an anime character, her stares would have bored holes in the paper since she started looking at the letter.

Was she guilty? Or was her conscience making her believe that she did something wrong when she really didn't? She extorted money from Keitaro, she toyed with his emotions, she enjoyed watching him in pain, yet Keitaro endured it. So was it justified by the fact that he loved her too much to even tell her that she was hurting him? Or was he just too scared of the consequences?

Kitsune noticed that she had cramps in her legs that were slightly bothersome at the moment.

'How long have I been sitting like this?'

She was noticing the little details of the small world of her room around her. The little clock on her little table was ticking, with a regular beat. A bird was chirping outside her window. Somebody was walking outside, with each step came a creak and weeze from the floorboards. There was a dripping sound from the last bottle of sake she drank, two days ago.

It was an amazing development, Kitsune was sober. She noticed the detail of things around her. She looked around to see the intricate and delicate pieces of physical and non-tangible things that made up life. How she used love as a money tree, as a mere tool, she felt disgusted at herself. She toyed with emotions, such fragile emotions of countless men.

Kitsune thought that she was strong and strong-willed, but the truth was that she always ran away when stressful moments or important decisions came to her. In fact, she was still a virgin.

Kitsune looked down at her hands; she twiddled her thumbs for a while. She looked around her room; maybe staring at something half-interesting for a few minutes. After about 40 minutes, her eyes settled upon the letter. The envelope wasn't glued, but the flap was just inserted into the envelope. Was it a sign that Keitaro just wanted to get away from Hinata Sou quickly?

Kitusne picked up the letter as if it held the answer to the meaning of life. Holding the letter in her cupped hands as if it would crumble away into the wind, she studied the paper, as she opened the envelope slowly. The letter inside of the envelope slid out and fell onto the mat below, Kitsune quickly retrieved it and started to unfold the letter.

The paper was as crisp as an apple, Kitsune felt it, hoping that the texture would stay in her fingers. She dared to open her eyes, peeking out and catching a glimpse of the words "love". Her heart fluttered for a moment. Did he suddenly fall in love with her and want to take her to his secret mansion? Kitsune shook out of that thought, Motoko's little novels were getting to her head.

Kitsune started to read Keitaro's letter to her...

Dear Kitsune,

As you know, I'll be relinquishing my work as a manager at Hinata Sou for the time being. I don't know how long, maybe a week, month, multiple months are possible as well, you might never see me again...

Kitsune audibly gasped at this comment, fearing that she would really never see Keitaro again.

...I've written a letter to each of the tenants describing why I left. The funny thing is, I can't really think of anything to say to you, Kitsune. You haven't done anything terrible to me, or to make me want to leave Hinata Sou. But you haven't done anything to really help me out in tight situtations either. I feel that you're a great woman, Kitsune, you possess some talents and qualities other women could only wish they had. I wish the best for you in your life.

You're probably now wondering what my reason was for leaving. There were multiple ones, including a few personal and private ones that will not be shared. Firstly would not be the beatings, I want to get that point across, I'm not leaving just because I get beaten up by Naru and Motoko every day. My number one reason for leaving is because I'm not finding any strong relationships in Hinata Sou. I'm not saying none of us are good friends, but I do want to find a lasting relationship with a nice girl that I can be with for the rest of my life. I just can't seem to find that in Hinata Sou. I'm not saying you're not worthy of me or anything of the sort, it's just that I'm not worthy enough for you. The other reasons are the beatings, both phyisically and emotionally, I just need some time to recuperate.

Love,

Keitaro

P.S. You do owe me quite a lot of money, if possible, I'd like to see some of it paid back, thanks.

Kitsune read, and re-read his letter multiple times. She didnt know what to make of it. her sober face couldn't mind straight. Her thoughts about Keitaro were zooming out like shrapnel from a shotgun. She needed to focus, she needed a nice bottle of sake. The only problem was that she was dry as a desert. There was no sake, there was no money, and her throat was as rough as sandpaper.

She looked around her room, it looked like a cross between a pigpen and a tornado. She wrapped a blanket around herself and started to weep quietly.

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A/N: GAH! A short chapter! Noooooo! Well, this has been put off a bit too long, so I've decided to give a glimpse into the post-Keitaro Hinata Sou, one character a time.

If you guys/gals don't like the sad tone of the story so far, do not fear! For I will soon post up a nice, happy, and humorous chapter with Keitaro and Nishino! (Once I can think of something that's nice, happy, and humorous...)

And if you people have some extra time (which you most likely do), please read my other fanfic: Kumo no Mukou, Keitaro. I'm trying to think of a better summary, that's short enough and to the point.

On a lighter note, I've sucessfully installed Kororaa 0.2 (with XGL and Compiz) on my laptop, while accidentaly erasing my Windows partition as well. But I'm still good, the only thing that I need to do is get these wireless drivers working on my laptop...