Title: Bliss
Disclaimer: Tailgating is dangerous, so is laying claims on something you don't own.
Rating: G
Pairing: Kanako/Motoko, Non-Yaoi, Yuri - Correct me if I am using the wrong term.
A/N: We turn inward to protect ourselves from ache, especially when that ache is from unrequited love. But also finding company in misery, it can lessen the pain. Two people have been hurt, and they will find in each other the strength to pull through the ups and downs of not being chosen.
"Aoyoma-san."
"Urashima-san."
The simple exchange of name happened on corners of bridge leading out of the Hinata City. Motoko Aoyoma and Kanako Urashima looked at each other, neither of them expecting any company from the House.
The meeting could have ended prematurely, had not been only a week since Keitaro and Naru declared their dysfunctional, but true feelings for each other. That had left the two girls in bind, both had cared for the manager in ways that could be describe as love.
"Headed toward another training session Aoyoma-san?" asked Kanako, seeing that Motoko was carrying not her katana but a shinai on her shoulder.
"Hm, no. I was just practicing katas by the river's edge." Motoko answered.
"Why not at the balcony?"
"Nowadays being around the Hinata house makes me feel uneasy." Motoko gave a forlorn look toward the building appearing in the distant.
"You too?" Kanako glanced at the swordswoman lost in her thoughts. "I guess… it is about onii-chan isn't it?"
Motoko's pale cheeks grew ruddy, "I am that apparent huh?" Kanako nodded.
"I thought after… I could just be disdainful of Keitaro and it would be alright. I thought I could just forget everything, but it doesn't work that way." Motoko revealed her most inner thoughts to what most would just call an acquaintance. "My sister tried to sort my feelings out for me, and that didn't work. I had figure out for myself. I did what my heart told me to, but life doesn't work that way…"
Motoko at this juncture wanted to cry. She didn't care how weak she looked; no one can be strong all the time, not even her.
"I loved onii-chan as well." Kanako felt a bond with the trembling swordswoman. "I knew it was wrong but I loved him anyways."
Kanako did the most unlikely thing, she held Motoko in her arms. Despite the fact, the height difference was great, Kanako easily held the taller woman in the contours of her arms. "I know that he and I would never be together, I have come to terms with that." Kanako continued, "But you had the chance at love… I am envious of that."
"Why are you then keeping me comforted?" Motoko whispered in Kanako's arms. "I-I would have hated you for it."
"I would have been a lesser woman then, wouldn't I? And onii-chan always tried to get us to consolidate our differences. I think I am doing a pretty good on that request right now, no?"
Motoko smiled luminously and left the comforts of Kanako's arms to stand on her own. "I think I am a bit better now."
"Well good, you were getting heavy anyways… have you gained weight? I believe I saw you scoffing down chocolate yesterday. Those go right to the thighs you know, and I think I would like another feel of those oh so silky legs of yours." Kanako smirked, and dodged a ki attack from a cherry-red Motoko.
"Get back here you pervert!" Motoko cried, chasing after the elusive impersonator.
The talk did not solve their aching hearts, but they both knew what each other's feelings were. They had made a friend, whom they could talk to; suffering was lessened by in light of each other's comforts. Misery does love company, but company could also banish misery.
-Fin-