Dark Kei, Chapter Four: Romance Blooms and stuff
I know, this chapter is really not relevant to the rest of the story, but stick with it if you want some hot MotxKei action going on. )
Keitaro grimaced at the blonde titan in front of him. "What do you want, Su? Are you here so I can molest you?"
Kaolla grinned. "Nah, you can do that later. Right now, I'm Post-Mistress Su, not Love-Mistress Su, and I have a letter for you from Motoko!"
Keitaro blinked. "Really? But I just talked to her. How could she have written and sent a letter to me?"
The Hindu-wannabe shrugged at him. "This is Love Hina, after all. Go figure."
Keitaro reached over and plucked the letter from Kaolla's hand.
Urashima Keitaro. You have destroyed me, my honor, and my family. For these slights, I challenge you to an honor duel; to take place at the locale you have imprisoned me. The primary terms are those of First Blood.
Keitaro shrugged. "Eh, see, she failed school for that reason. The proper grammar is 'You have destroyed my honor, my family, and me.' You always put a self-referencing pronoun at the end of a conjunctive phrase. But eh, sounds like more fun than the Shinobu molesting the author had in mind. So why not?"
Kaolla simpered. "After you molest Motoko, Shinobu, and me, maybe we can play?" Keitaro smirked and nodded his acceptance to those terms.
Inside Motoko's cell, all was quiet. No, she wasn't dead. More like damaged. Ego shattered: check. Faux seppuku failed: check. Honor regained: giant x mark.
Then Keitaro burst into the room, paying no mind to the door. "Motoko Aoyama, I accept your duel to First Blood! The terms are: if I lose, I commit Seppuku and release you. If I win, you remain imprisoned forever!" That said, he tossed her the legendary Aoyama Blade and drew the Hinata Blade from who-knows-where. Motoko, in shock from the sudden exclamation and the requisition of her weapon, stared dumbfounded towards the young man. Then she excitedly nodded and struck a battle pose.
"I must warn you, I have been training with Seta, have memorized every stance you know, and am the current favorite of the god controlling our fates (also known as the author.) This is a stacked fight!" He started to continue, but Motoko charged him at that very second.
The clash of polished steel on darkened steel filled the room before being absorbed by the padded walls. Motoko, having expected a quick one-hit kill, gaped at the fact that Keitaro had blocked her. Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, his weapon rose and slashed again, sending her flying into the furthest wall.
"Whoops, forgot to mention, the Hinata Blade is cursed and grants superior skill to the wielder if he is evil!" That said, Keitaro dashed towards Motoko, who was currently sliding down the white wall. His blade would have finished her were it not for that fact. Instead, his weapon thrust into the wall directly above her head.
Motoko, not wasting a second, aimed a sucker punch at Keitaro's gut and sent him flying away from her. He kept his grip on his blade, and so, instead of flying far away, he merely flew a few inches away before the blade dislodged, leaving him floating in the air and in complete control of his own momentum. He used this opportunity to fall forward, driving another sword plunge into Motoko.
Or at least, that was the plan. Motoko, however, rolled out of the way, reacquiring her balance and raising her weapon, aiming for Keitaro's neck. Because of his own reflexive dodge, however, the blade dragged across his shoulder, searing the tissue there but causing only subsidiary damage to him. Meanwhile, sensing his weapon was stuck in the wall again, Keitaro floated sideways with the blow, locking his knees and slamming into the wall.
Using this new position, Keitaro straightened his legs and pushed himself towards Motoko while simultaneously pulling his sword out. He did a complete somersault over the weapon, raising it above his head and slashing out at her again, causing her to raise her blade reflexively and block him. Undaunted, he repeated the tactic, this time launching off of Motoko and performing a 360O rotation before cutting out towards her from the opposite direction. Again, her weapon blocked. Opting for a different tactic, this time he launched off of her, straightened out, flew towards the closest wall, and, pulling and pushing at the same time, launched himself airborne and back at the iron maiden.
He raised his sword for an overhead strike. Motoko, seeing no way to block, rolled sideways and away from the gleaming metal. Keitaro, having missed his target, changed his landing into a tumble, rolled across the room, hit the wall, and propelled himself towards Motoko's new coordinates.
The next few moments were a blur, as Keitaro's sword tried every possible angle for striking at Motoko, and Motoko blocked every strike with skill enhanced by desperation. Finally, panting, Motoko jumped to the furthest corner of the room and admired her opponent. Hot rage, mixed with some unidentifiable urge, filled her. She noted that her nipples were swelling against her chest bindings, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered that she was getting turned on by this. Adding fuel to the fire, Motoko charged up and released the only attack she could think of.
"Zangaken, Ni no Tachi!" Motoko released the evil killing attack towards Keitaro, who grinned and took it fully without any sidestep. As she gaped at the being, he turned his head towards her and smiled.
"Now now, Motoko, we both know you haven't mastered that spell, all it does is cause - " at that moment, Keitaro's shirt ripped into tiny pieces, fluttering around him like small flowers. Motoko, in shock at seeing the naked upper half of Keitaro, lost control to the sexier of her controlled self. She considered nibbling on those flowers, before kissing Keitaro and feeding him fresh fruit, which would cause him to tickle her belly (she had read in an adult magazine that that was what adults did, and she clung to that belief with her naiveté, even though her meaning was far from what the magazine had intended), and finally, little baby Motoko's and Keitaro would appear and she would live happily ever –
"No!" Motoko screamed, mainly to subdue her own fantasies. Keitaro smirked, able to read her face (his aforementioned ESP helped.)
"Lets finish this, Motoko." Keitaro said calmly, a plan formulating in his head. Motoko, still battling her inner demons, nodded mutely and charged towards him halfheartedly, her weapon raised above her head.
Halfway across the room, Keitaro dropped his sword. Motoko continued charging reflexively, gaping at the immortal one's antics. Is he giving up? Motoko thought. Then, as she reached him, he reached around her. He has a backup weapon! MOVE! Keitaro grinned as he leaned in, his face mere inches away from hers, a greedy leer in his eyes, and as he leaned in, Motoko realized there was no way she could dodge on time. As his arms wrapped around her, she shut her eyes and fell forward.
Motoko wondered if that burning sensation was her own blood leaking out. Then, slowly, she began to wonder why it was starting with her lips. Then, realization struck, and she ripped her eyes open to see…
Keitaro kissing her. Passionately. And with tongue. Motoko turned the brightest red possible, breaking the RBG chart and forcing people everywhere to redefine what they thought color was. Keitaro didn't notice, however, opting to slide his hands up and down her back in a manner that was designed to turn the strong, iron swordmistress into a soft, mushy pile of girl.
Keitaro's hands shifted focus suddenly, slinking around to the front part of her ceremonial robes. Before she could voice a complaint, his hand roughly pressed into her breast, squishing it tautly against her chest, and his teeth gently bit into her tongue.
"Ow, Keitaro, not so hard!" She complained, hardly aware of what she was saying, what was happening, or what her own name was.
"What, the big, strong swordswoman can't take a little roughness in her foreplay?" Keitaro asked teasingly.
Motoko blushed before reflexively speaking. "No, I just want you to be softer."
Keitaro crowed. "Ha, you just said you wanted me to play with your breasts!" Motoko stuttered her denial, before he leaned forward and kissed her again. Denial? Meet Motoko's inner desires. Motoko's inner desires? You know what to do. And so, while Keitaro kissed Motoko, Motoko's inner self slashed the ever-loving hell out of her denial.
Keitaro's hand returned to its motion, this time gently pulling up and down, tumbling and rolling, teasing and eliciting every sound Motoko knew how to make. A panicked thought flittered through her head – does this count as rubbing my belly? It's pretty close… before shutting up. Logic, even faulty logic, cannot withstand the wrath of a Keitaro full-frontal massage.
Keitaro stopped suddenly, extracting his hand from the insides of her robes (when did that happen? They both thought at the same time.)
"Why'd you stop?" Motoko breathed, her face threatening to bleed through the RGB right into the G as she said it.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I got what I came for." Keitaro said, nodding towards Motoko before walking towards the door. She blushed even more, and God himself came down and redefined what color was which color, so Motoko wouldn't have to be referred to as "Blue as a Cherry".
"Um, um…" Motoko lulled, trying to think of what she was supposed to be doing. "Oh, wait, we haven't finished our duel!" Keitaro grinned again.
"Spit." Confused, Motoko leaned forward and spat onto the ground. An amazingly vivid stream of red came out.
"I bit your tongue." Keitaro said. Motoko looked at him blankly. "It was a First Blood duel. I win." That said, Keitaro closed the door, leaving a screaming Motoko locked behind him.
As he left the building, he stopped by the front desk, bemusedly watching the nurse watching an instant replay of what had just gone on inside. The nurse looked at Keitaro, realized it was Keitaro in the flesh, and swooned.
"Um, I know it is really OOOOC (out of OOC (out of character (you know (aren't endless ()s annoying?)))), but maybe…"
The nurse gave him a blank stare.
"Okay, suffice it to say, this isn't like how I normally operate, which isn't like how I normally operate." The nurse continued to stare.
"Gah, I'm doing something unusual in the context of this unusuality. Motoko has a lump in her left breast, have it checked out." That said, Keitaro laughed and left the desk. The nurse, confused, began to think through what he had said. Finally, it clicked.
"Oooooh. He is operating outside the parameters of the parameters defined by breaking the parameters defined as broken by the definition of his originality as imposed upon the definition of original originality. Why didn't he just say so?" The nurse, a part time lesbian, decided to go look into Motoko's breast issue, and see if she could replay the incredibly hot scene that had just played out.
Meanwhile, back at the Hinata Inn, in Keitaro's bedroom…
Kanako, intrigued by the marvelous incense that was still filling the room, was only slightly broken out of her daze when Moe coughed. Moe coughed again, and finally Kanako shot her an annoyed look.
"You know, if you want to get rid of that nasty cough, you should really stop smoking."
Moe groaned at the pun. "I was just going to tell you that, at this moment, Keitaro just got done kissing Motoko." Kanako choked on the suddenly thick smoke. "And what is more, he was playing with her breasts."
Kanako screamed, heartbroken, and dived out the second story window, aiming a chi-charged suicide dive into the concrete. She drove through the concrete head first, smashing up a layer of concrete. Unfortunately, being a semi-Urashima, she was subject to the same rules of immortality that he was, and so, instead of dying a painful death, she merely remained stuck there, flailing her arms and legs, trying to pull her head out of the concrete, while her skirt fluttered obscenely around her chest, revealing long creamy legs and a black thong to all who passed by.
This crowd just happened to consist solely of just the author, who has a Kana-fetish. But he passed by plenty of times, just so it would feel like a lot of people were gawking. And though she couldn't know for sure, she was pretty certain she heard a camera snap a couple of times. Right then, she decided, once she pulled her head out of her hole, she was going to kill the author. Then she paused. And reread that sentence. And decided that she was not going to kill the author. She was going to torture him until he chose to die and all his will leaked out of him. Being a masochist, the author ran home to prepare the delightfully kinky things he had stored away.
Meanwhile, Moe watched this from her vantage point in the fireplace. Shinobu walked in with a duster, glanced at Moe, sniffed the air, and immediately fell into a frenzied trance from the scent of Keitaro's underwear burning.
Moe shot a glance at Shinobu. "Ah, just thought I would warn you, Keitaro is coming home, and if he finds you in his room, he'll probably try to molest you."
Shinobu's eyes widened at this, and she promptly fell down on Keitaro's futon and began to do things with the duster which can't be described in this story, since it is T+ to MA, not R. But rest assured, she was not dusting his futon.
Moe blushed and turned away, embarrassedly plucking at her ashened arms. Looks like I'm already peeling. Moe thought idly, before remembering she was made out of wood.
For those who were lost, OOOOC is "out of out of character", work it out. /
Also, I know, no real trauma. I can't help it, I can't always update while in a pissy mood. So instead, I released the Sex Chapter. Lots of stuff that ain't sex, but should get all my fans screaming "do XXX with Keitaro and XXX" to sigh in relief and stop begging. /
Also, I am aware that Keitaro left Motoko with both the blades. Bit of a stupid thing for him to do, eh? I mean, if Motoko had a mind, she could break out in another chapter! But does she still have her mind? Who knows?
There you go, there is the 'swords clashing, hearts broken' chapter, and for a little fun, a tad of Shino and Kana ecchi action. D I am a Kana fan, so the thought of her in that position… (whips on his X-ray glasses and watches the anime to see if it'll let him see through drawn clothing.)