Love Hina - It's Not Enough
It's Not Enough[R]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: In Volume 9 of the manga, Motoko looses the battle against her sister and decides to live as an ordinary woman, only to have the denizens of Hinata Sou belittle her efforts without knowing that she overhears them. Motoko runs away and Keitaro goes after her. After Keitaro finally stumbles across Motoko wet and miserable in the streets, he takes her home and treats her to hot chocolate in his room. During the events that follows, she breaks down and Keitaro has to attach a multitude of clothespins to his head in order to prevent himself from getting too intimate with Motoko. In this fic, he never gets his hand on those damnable pins and things deviates from the manga from that point onwards...
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
*** Previously, on 'It's Not Enough' ***
She rolled him over half a lap again until he was resting on his back, then straddled him. Her hymen had broke years ago, during the course of her training, but she knew that it'd still hurt like hell. Their lips mashed together as she reached a hand down to feel herself. She was moist, but probably not enough. She had no experience in such matters, but didn't care. She didn't have the luxury of time to learn or even the time to improve matters in the wetness department. /It's not enough!/ she mentally wailed and impaled herself on Keitaro.
She muffled her scream of pain by screaming into his mouth, the flow of tears increasing yet again. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she forced her body to move, forced herself to continue the coupling. /It wasn't enough! It wasn't enough!/
*** Roll credits ***
Chapter Two:
"Oh, Kami-sama..." Keitaro grunted as he regained consciousness, his mind awhirl with conflicting emotions, mental images of things that were just plain impossible and sensations of pain. His right hand moved down to his crotch, where he gingerly touched himself with a wince and a muted exclamation of pain. "Ouch..." escaped his lips as he hastily removed the hand.
Had he been masturbating himself to sleep again? Being the sole male in a female dorm gave him more then ample mental fodder for his stroking sessions, but with how sore he felt, last nights session must have been exceptional even by his standards. He sniffed and his eyes bulged. His room *reeked*, he was covered in sweat and... /I'm not in my futon? I'm wearing... Well, sorta wearing... Clothes?/
His hand roamed, fingering the torn T-shirt he appeared to be wearing and he could feel his boxers and shorts bundled up around his ankles. /What the heck?/ he thought as he fingered the T-shirt. He'd recalled the same thing from that weird dream he'd had about Mo... He blinked as his sleep-addled mind started registering other things.
He couldn't move his left arm.
This was because something was weighing it down.
He gulped, then slowly and cautiously started turning his head to his left as he opened his eyes. His vision was good, so he had apparently fell asleep wearing his glasses. His breath, his very heart, stopped for a couple of seconds as he spotted Motoko sleeping beside him. He gasped, as breathing and heartbeat resumed, his mouth working, but no sounds emerging from it.
/It... It wasn't... I wasn't dreaming.../ he thought in a blend of fear of Motoko's reaction when she woke up, disappointment at himself for the loss of control and stunned surprise as he realised that he was a virgin no longer.
He just looked at Motoko for a while. They were both more or less naked, spawled across the floor of his room. She was curled up in a near fetal position, her head resting on his left arm. Her face was scrounged up, beads of sweat slowly trailing down her forehead and she twitched in her sleep. Whatever she was dreaming about, wasn't pleasant.
There was blood on the floor, blood on him, blood on her. His groin, his legs, the floor, her legs and her groin, all were caked with a mixture of dried fluids.
"Oh, Kami-sama... What have we done?" he murmured, putting his right hand on his forehead. This was not how he had expected to loose his virginity. This was not with whom he had expected to loose his virginity.
/NARU!/ he thought in panic, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. /Oh, shit! Naru!/ Paralysed with fear, Keitaro stiffened and couldn't move a muscle as his entire body locked up on him.
"No... No... No. No. No!" Motoko cried out, her eyes snapping open as she vehemently shouted out her denial. As they did, she caught sight of something she definitively hadn't expected to see first thing in the morning. /Keitaro./ He was lying beside her, staring at her with his eyes wide open and a terrified expression on his face.
She blinked in surprise at first as her sleep-riddled brain attempted to make sense of things, then she felt rage as her mind started to catch up with things, more rage then she'd ever felt before. She had known that he was a pervert, but this just took the cake! He had actually dared to get into her futon with her? What had he done while she was asleep? Was she still... Untouched?
"*URASHIMA*! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?! YOU PERVERT!!!!!" she raged, bounced up, pulling him up with her, before a punch worthy of Naru launched him through the room, through the wall and away from Hinata Sou.
Only then did she notice that she wasn't lying in her futon. She hadn't been lying in anybody's futon. She wasn't even in her room. She was in Keitaro's room. She stared in bewildered befuddlement around, before her eyes landed on her own broken sword and the maid uniform she'd borrowed from Kitsune, hanging out to dry.
"Oh..." she mumbled to herself in a broken voice, then winced as pain struck her. She crumbled to the ground and gasped, then reached down with her right hand and touched her nether regions. She twitched as it was confirmed that there was indeed where she had hurt herself. As she discovered that, she also recalled the events of yesterday. "Oh..." she mumbled again, then heard movement from above. She yelped under her breath, then dove towards her maid uniform, throwing off the shirt in the air, mid-jump.
She slipped into her now dry borrowed uniform in record speed, then glared around the room with panic in her eyes. Her gaze hastily locked upon Keitaro's bookshelf and she yanked with all her might, tipping it over so that it fell over right where they had been lying, right where dried blood and semen would have revealed just what had been going on to anyone who saw it. She caught sight of a bottle of after shave and hastily smashed it against the floor, drenching the room in its nearly sickeningly strong scent.
"Motoko? Keitaro?" Naru called from above and Motoko could hear how the other girl hastily moved towards the board that covered the hole between the rooms. She hastily straightened the uniform, trying to come up with something to say, something to do.
Naru dropped down into the room clad in her jammies, fists clenched and with an angry expression on her face, her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. Her gaze locked onto Motoko, then went to the hole in the wall. She instantly relaxed.
"What did that stupid pervert do this time?" she inquired.
"Ah... Actually..." Motoko stuttered as Naru walked closer, then Naru's eyes widened as she got a better look at Motoko.
"Ah! Motoko! You look like shi... Eh... Did he... Did... What happened?!" Naru demanded.
"Eh... Actually... I may have... Made a horrible mistake..." Motoko muttered. "I was... Ahhh... Distraught after hearing you guys talk about me yesterday and ran. Keitaro found me out in the rain and brought me back. He... I... He treated me to some hot chocolate and... We must have fallen asleep." Motoko explained, then looked down at the floor. "When I woke up and saw him... I... There... I... I overreacted." she mumbled, shivered and hugged herself. "A horrible mistake..." she repeated, then her legs couldn't support her any longer. She crumbled to the ground, kneeling and shivering. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Motoko was powerless to stop them. "A horrible mistake!" she wailed.
"Hey." Naru exclaimed, surprised at the exceptionally strong reaction from Motoko. "It's okay. It's okay..." she cooed, kneeling beside her friend and enveloping her in a comforting hug. "It's okay, Motoko. He never holds a grudge, you know that. He'll forgive you, just as he always does. You'll see. It'll be okay." Naru continued, as Motoko continued to sob, wail and cry her heart out for another half a minute, all the while muttering about her 'horrible mistake'.
Then it was as if someone had turned off a switch. Naru blinked in surprise as Motoko just suddenly stopped. The near-frantic hug was relaxed, the sobbing stopped, Motoko pulled Naru into a standing position and Motoko then took several steps back. She wiped away tears from her eyes with the back of her right hand in a very unlady-like fashion, though her cheeks were still wet.
"I apologise for my shameful behaviour just now and the ruckus which woke you up earlier, Narusegawa-sempai." Motoko stated blankly, desperately struggling to show up an unaffected exterior, despite her inner turmoil. "Please, leave this mess to me. I shall retreat to change into more appropriate attire, then return to clean up as a way to make amends to Urashima for my unwarranted actions." she continued, inwardly wincing at her words. /Unwarranted actions? Is that what we call rape these days?/ she absently reflected.
She wasn't lying, she told herself. Not really... She just didn't chose to divulge everything or elaborate upon her words.
"Well... If you are sure..." Naru replied after a few moments in which she'd silently observed her formerly crying friend. Something was wrong, that much was obvious. Ordinarily, Motoko would never offer to clean up for Keitaro. She'd never apologise.
Had something... Happened... Between Keitaro and Motoko last night?
'He treated me to some hot chocolate and...'
/And what?/ Naru reflected. She knew first-hand what a pervert Keitaro could be. But if he'd tried something with Motoko, surely she would have heard it? Surely, he would have been launched from the building last night, instead of this morning?
Unless...
Perhaps Motoko wouldn't mind Keitaro being a little perverted? Just a little?
Naru wasn't stupid. She had seen how the others occasionally behaved around Keitaro. Kitsune was the most open about it, she'd outright pursued him before she found out that he wasn't attending Todai. She had lessened her efforts after the gig was up, but she'd never entirely stopped. Naru didn't know if it was all teasing or not, but she suspected that Kitsune's behaviour might not be entirely motivated by her need for amusement. She suspected that Kitsune was honestly fond of Keitaro. Perhaps she didn't love him, but Naru had seen her older friend pursue other guys for less then 'honestly fond of'.
Shinobu was obvious, of course. The younger girl had a serious crush. She was head over heels in love with Keitaro, or at least, what she believed to be love. Naru suspected that Shinobu was too young to know what love really was. Heck, she herself was too young to really know. That was why it was so hard to deal with Keitaro. But, it was at the very least a major crush, but the younger girl was too timid, too nervous to do anything about it.
Where Kitsune was the most open, Kaolla was a mystery, plain and simple. Naru knew that the young girl had a good head on her shoulders, but with the way she behaved, it was occasionally hard to remember that. But she had never seen the young girl as happy as she had been since Keitaro arrived. She didn't know if it was a crush, like with Shinobu, but the hyper little girl certainly did love Keitaro. Naru just didn't know what the nature of that love was.
Motoko was always the first to deny any attachment to Keitaro whatsoever, but Naru had observed her. She had seen how Motoko would occasionally blush while looking at Keitaro, how she suddenly seemed particularly vulnerable and uncertain whenever Keitaro was near. How she would blush when Keitaro's name came up in conversations when he wasn't even present. Naru found that suspicious, because she knew that this was precisely how she herself acted at times.
While she was never late to protest and punish Keitaro for his inappropriate behaviour, there were times when it took her a few moments to remember that she was supposed to be angry at his behaviour, not feeling hot and bothered, wanting for him to touch her more!
So if Motoko was acting in the same manner, did that mean... Naru banished those thoughts from her mind. /Impossible./ Motoko had no interest in men and even less interest in Keitaro. The very notion that she might have done something with Keitaro last night was ridiculous.
"Are you certain that you don't want any help cleaning up?" Naru inquired, looking around the room while wrinkling her nose. The room reeked of Keitaro's after-shave and she saw shards of glass on the floor, a bottle had obviously been broken. The scent of him was nearly overwhelming and Naru found herself growing hot, hot and bothered. She suppressed a blush.
"I am certain, Naru-sempai." Motoko assured her and Naru nodded, then carefully walked out of the room, looking down to avoid stepping on broken glass on her way out.
The moment the door slid close, Motoko slowly slumped and crumbled to her knees. She bent down low over her own legs and hugged herself, trying to prevent tears from emerging yet again.
What had she done? What had she done?!
"No... No... No... No... No..." she repeated to herself under her breath, trembling and shivering as she recalled the events of yesternight, as much of it as she could remember. The images were a bit hazy and she couldn't remember all of it, but what she could remember...
Her resolve cracked and tears started flowing yet again.
The End! ( For now... )
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com, more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
She rolled him over half a lap again until he was resting on his back, then straddled him. Her hymen had broke years ago, during the course of her training, but she knew that it'd still hurt like hell. Their lips mashed together as she reached a hand down to feel herself. She was moist, but probably not enough. She had no experience in such matters, but didn't care. She didn't have the luxury of time to learn or even the time to improve matters in the wetness department. /It's not enough!/ she mentally wailed and impaled herself on Keitaro.
She muffled her scream of pain by screaming into his mouth, the flow of tears increasing yet again. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she forced her body to move, forced herself to continue the coupling. /It wasn't enough! It wasn't enough!/
"Oh, Kami-sama..." Keitaro grunted as he regained consciousness, his mind awhirl with conflicting emotions, mental images of things that were just plain impossible and sensations of pain. His right hand moved down to his crotch, where he gingerly touched himself with a wince and a muted exclamation of pain. "Ouch..." escaped his lips as he hastily removed the hand.
Had he been masturbating himself to sleep again? Being the sole male in a female dorm gave him more then ample mental fodder for his stroking sessions, but with how sore he felt, last nights session must have been exceptional even by his standards. He sniffed and his eyes bulged. His room *reeked*, he was covered in sweat and... /I'm not in my futon? I'm wearing... Well, sorta wearing... Clothes?/
His hand roamed, fingering the torn T-shirt he appeared to be wearing and he could feel his boxers and shorts bundled up around his ankles. /What the heck?/ he thought as he fingered the T-shirt. He'd recalled the same thing from that weird dream he'd had about Mo... He blinked as his sleep-addled mind started registering other things.
He couldn't move his left arm.
This was because something was weighing it down.
He gulped, then slowly and cautiously started turning his head to his left as he opened his eyes. His vision was good, so he had apparently fell asleep wearing his glasses. His breath, his very heart, stopped for a couple of seconds as he spotted Motoko sleeping beside him. He gasped, as breathing and heartbeat resumed, his mouth working, but no sounds emerging from it.
/It... It wasn't... I wasn't dreaming.../ he thought in a blend of fear of Motoko's reaction when she woke up, disappointment at himself for the loss of control and stunned surprise as he realised that he was a virgin no longer.
He just looked at Motoko for a while. They were both more or less naked, spawled across the floor of his room. She was curled up in a near fetal position, her head resting on his left arm. Her face was scrounged up, beads of sweat slowly trailing down her forehead and she twitched in her sleep. Whatever she was dreaming about, wasn't pleasant.
There was blood on the floor, blood on him, blood on her. His groin, his legs, the floor, her legs and her groin, all were caked with a mixture of dried fluids.
"Oh, Kami-sama... What have we done?" he murmured, putting his right hand on his forehead. This was not how he had expected to loose his virginity. This was not with whom he had expected to loose his virginity.
/NARU!/ he thought in panic, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. /Oh, shit! Naru!/ Paralysed with fear, Keitaro stiffened and couldn't move a muscle as his entire body locked up on him.
"No... No... No. No. No!" Motoko cried out, her eyes snapping open as she vehemently shouted out her denial. As they did, she caught sight of something she definitively hadn't expected to see first thing in the morning. /Keitaro./ He was lying beside her, staring at her with his eyes wide open and a terrified expression on his face.
She blinked in surprise at first as her sleep-riddled brain attempted to make sense of things, then she felt rage as her mind started to catch up with things, more rage then she'd ever felt before. She had known that he was a pervert, but this just took the cake! He had actually dared to get into her futon with her? What had he done while she was asleep? Was she still... Untouched?
"*URASHIMA*! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?! YOU PERVERT!!!!!" she raged, bounced up, pulling him up with her, before a punch worthy of Naru launched him through the room, through the wall and away from Hinata Sou.
Only then did she notice that she wasn't lying in her futon. She hadn't been lying in anybody's futon. She wasn't even in her room. She was in Keitaro's room. She stared in bewildered befuddlement around, before her eyes landed on her own broken sword and the maid uniform she'd borrowed from Kitsune, hanging out to dry.
"Oh..." she mumbled to herself in a broken voice, then winced as pain struck her. She crumbled to the ground and gasped, then reached down with her right hand and touched her nether regions. She twitched as it was confirmed that there was indeed where she had hurt herself. As she discovered that, she also recalled the events of yesterday. "Oh..." she mumbled again, then heard movement from above. She yelped under her breath, then dove towards her maid uniform, throwing off the shirt in the air, mid-jump.
She slipped into her now dry borrowed uniform in record speed, then glared around the room with panic in her eyes. Her gaze hastily locked upon Keitaro's bookshelf and she yanked with all her might, tipping it over so that it fell over right where they had been lying, right where dried blood and semen would have revealed just what had been going on to anyone who saw it. She caught sight of a bottle of after shave and hastily smashed it against the floor, drenching the room in its nearly sickeningly strong scent.
"Motoko? Keitaro?" Naru called from above and Motoko could hear how the other girl hastily moved towards the board that covered the hole between the rooms. She hastily straightened the uniform, trying to come up with something to say, something to do.
Naru dropped down into the room clad in her jammies, fists clenched and with an angry expression on her face, her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. Her gaze locked onto Motoko, then went to the hole in the wall. She instantly relaxed.
"What did that stupid pervert do this time?" she inquired.
"Ah... Actually..." Motoko stuttered as Naru walked closer, then Naru's eyes widened as she got a better look at Motoko.
"Ah! Motoko! You look like shi... Eh... Did he... Did... What happened?!" Naru demanded.
"Eh... Actually... I may have... Made a horrible mistake..." Motoko muttered. "I was... Ahhh... Distraught after hearing you guys talk about me yesterday and ran. Keitaro found me out in the rain and brought me back. He... I... He treated me to some hot chocolate and... We must have fallen asleep." Motoko explained, then looked down at the floor. "When I woke up and saw him... I... There... I... I overreacted." she mumbled, shivered and hugged herself. "A horrible mistake..." she repeated, then her legs couldn't support her any longer. She crumbled to the ground, kneeling and shivering. Tears streamed down her cheeks and Motoko was powerless to stop them. "A horrible mistake!" she wailed.
"Hey." Naru exclaimed, surprised at the exceptionally strong reaction from Motoko. "It's okay. It's okay..." she cooed, kneeling beside her friend and enveloping her in a comforting hug. "It's okay, Motoko. He never holds a grudge, you know that. He'll forgive you, just as he always does. You'll see. It'll be okay." Naru continued, as Motoko continued to sob, wail and cry her heart out for another half a minute, all the while muttering about her 'horrible mistake'.
Then it was as if someone had turned off a switch. Naru blinked in surprise as Motoko just suddenly stopped. The near-frantic hug was relaxed, the sobbing stopped, Motoko pulled Naru into a standing position and Motoko then took several steps back. She wiped away tears from her eyes with the back of her right hand in a very unlady-like fashion, though her cheeks were still wet.
"I apologise for my shameful behaviour just now and the ruckus which woke you up earlier, Narusegawa-sempai." Motoko stated blankly, desperately struggling to show up an unaffected exterior, despite her inner turmoil. "Please, leave this mess to me. I shall retreat to change into more appropriate attire, then return to clean up as a way to make amends to Urashima for my unwarranted actions." she continued, inwardly wincing at her words. /Unwarranted actions? Is that what we call rape these days?/ she absently reflected.
She wasn't lying, she told herself. Not really... She just didn't chose to divulge everything or elaborate upon her words.
"Well... If you are sure..." Naru replied after a few moments in which she'd silently observed her formerly crying friend. Something was wrong, that much was obvious. Ordinarily, Motoko would never offer to clean up for Keitaro. She'd never apologise.
Had something... Happened... Between Keitaro and Motoko last night?
'He treated me to some hot chocolate and...'
/And what?/ Naru reflected. She knew first-hand what a pervert Keitaro could be. But if he'd tried something with Motoko, surely she would have heard it? Surely, he would have been launched from the building last night, instead of this morning?
Unless...
Perhaps Motoko wouldn't mind Keitaro being a little perverted? Just a little?
Naru wasn't stupid. She had seen how the others occasionally behaved around Keitaro. Kitsune was the most open about it, she'd outright pursued him before she found out that he wasn't attending Todai. She had lessened her efforts after the gig was up, but she'd never entirely stopped. Naru didn't know if it was all teasing or not, but she suspected that Kitsune's behaviour might not be entirely motivated by her need for amusement. She suspected that Kitsune was honestly fond of Keitaro. Perhaps she didn't love him, but Naru had seen her older friend pursue other guys for less then 'honestly fond of'.
Shinobu was obvious, of course. The younger girl had a serious crush. She was head over heels in love with Keitaro, or at least, what she believed to be love. Naru suspected that Shinobu was too young to know what love really was. Heck, she herself was too young to really know. That was why it was so hard to deal with Keitaro. But, it was at the very least a major crush, but the younger girl was too timid, too nervous to do anything about it.
Where Kitsune was the most open, Kaolla was a mystery, plain and simple. Naru knew that the young girl had a good head on her shoulders, but with the way she behaved, it was occasionally hard to remember that. But she had never seen the young girl as happy as she had been since Keitaro arrived. She didn't know if it was a crush, like with Shinobu, but the hyper little girl certainly did love Keitaro. Naru just didn't know what the nature of that love was.
Motoko was always the first to deny any attachment to Keitaro whatsoever, but Naru had observed her. She had seen how Motoko would occasionally blush while looking at Keitaro, how she suddenly seemed particularly vulnerable and uncertain whenever Keitaro was near. How she would blush when Keitaro's name came up in conversations when he wasn't even present. Naru found that suspicious, because she knew that this was precisely how she herself acted at times.
While she was never late to protest and punish Keitaro for his inappropriate behaviour, there were times when it took her a few moments to remember that she was supposed to be angry at his behaviour, not feeling hot and bothered, wanting for him to touch her more!
So if Motoko was acting in the same manner, did that mean... Naru banished those thoughts from her mind. /Impossible./ Motoko had no interest in men and even less interest in Keitaro. The very notion that she might have done something with Keitaro last night was ridiculous.
"Are you certain that you don't want any help cleaning up?" Naru inquired, looking around the room while wrinkling her nose. The room reeked of Keitaro's after-shave and she saw shards of glass on the floor, a bottle had obviously been broken. The scent of him was nearly overwhelming and Naru found herself growing hot, hot and bothered. She suppressed a blush.
"I am certain, Naru-sempai." Motoko assured her and Naru nodded, then carefully walked out of the room, looking down to avoid stepping on broken glass on her way out.
The moment the door slid close, Motoko slowly slumped and crumbled to her knees. She bent down low over her own legs and hugged herself, trying to prevent tears from emerging yet again.
What had she done? What had she done?!
"No... No... No... No... No..." she repeated to herself under her breath, trembling and shivering as she recalled the events of yesternight, as much of it as she could remember. The images were a bit hazy and she couldn't remember all of it, but what she could remember...
Her resolve cracked and tears started flowing yet again.
The End! ( For now... )
