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 , more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
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Previously, on 'It's Not Enough'
"T-then..." he started and to her surprise, she felt him grab her wrist again and pull her hand away from what it had been doing. He took a deep shuddering breath and closed his eyes for a few moments, then slowly got them both up until they were sitting up again. She kneeling between his legs and silently awaiting whatever command he would have for her. "Then I want you to stop acting like this, Motoko." he finally said, causing her head to whip up and her gaze to lock onto his, with a shocked expression on her face. "I want the old Motoko back." he revealed and reached up with a hand to caress her cheek.
"I want the Motoko who would yell at me for being a pervert, if I did something like this. I want the Motoko whom would never utter the words 'Keitaro-donno' or 'Keitaro-sama'. I want the strong, relentless Motoko, who wouldn't accept defeat at the hands of anyone. I want the Motoko who would fight with all her strength for what she believes in. I want the proud Motoko, I want the girl from a week ago." he explained. "I want my Motoko back." he finished and removed his hand from her cheek.
"I... I can't..." Motoko protested.
"Anything I want? My every command?" Keitaro gently reminded her. "You have my forgiveness, because there was never anything to forgive. Please, just do this one last thing for me. Become the Motoko of old again, fight your sister. Win!" he urged her on.
"It's impossible..." Motoko whimpered.
"Please. For me?" Keitaro countered and Motoko slumped again, hugging herself as she let out a low wail and one last sob. She shuddered for several seconds, before she let her arms fall down to her lap. She stared at the ground for several seconds, before her right arm rose and she used the back of her hand to wipe the tears out of her eyes. Then she looked up at him again, a weak smile on her lips and moisture in her eyes.
"I-I'll try..." Motoko agreed. "For you, I'll try."
Roll credits
Chapter Six:
"I really appreciate you doing this for me, Keitaro. Especially with your injury." Kitsune said as the two of them moved a cupboard from one side of her room to the other.
"No problem, Kitsune-san." Keitaro lied with a smile on his face. While he had learned how to walk around with his cast, having to lift and walk around with a heavy object wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to. He just hoped that his grip wouldn't slip and he'd drop his end of it onto his other foot. That was all he needed now, to have to go to Kyoto with two injuries.
He had actually been in favor of leaving directly, but since Motoko had sounded somewhat hesitant about it when he asked her when she wanted to go, he hadn't voiced his opinion. Despite the fact that Motoko gave her word to try and get back to her usual self, she was failing at it. Badly.
A day had passed since their conversation and he had yet to be beaten, threatened or coerced into anything by her. At breakfast, when he ran out of tea, she had refilled his cup for him before he even thought of reaching for the kettle.
Thank the Kami that none of the others had noticed that. Such an unexpected act would likely have raised all sorts of inquiries and questions, that he likely wouldn't have a good answer for. And he wasn't at all certain just what Motoko would answer either, seeing as how distraught she actually was, even if she put up a pretty good front for the others. But he had learned to look through the front now, he knew what was really going on inside of her.
And he was afraid.
In her current state, Motoko stood no chance against her sister and he knew that no matter how good or bad his own state of mind was, it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference in the upcoming confrontation. Motoko would have to carry the lions share of the fight. He would, at best, be able to provide a certain amount of distraction that Motoko might be able to capitalize upon.
Might, being the key word there.
Keitaro personally thought that it was all too likely that he would be taken out of the fight in less then a second, well before he would even be able to cough up an attempt at distraction.
Once the decision to go to Kyoto had been taken, they'd both left to train, heading into the woods behind Hinata Sou. For once, Keitaro found himself wishing that he had kept up with his studies in Kendo and Karate. His old teachers would cry their hearts out if they saw the miserable state he was in now. He had actually had a knack for Martial Arts, but had given it up shortly before his tenth birthday after overhearing his parents talking about how much of a strain his classes were putting on the family budget.
He'd never said anything to either of them about it, he just lied and told them that he didn't think it was fun any longer and that he wanted to drop out. Seeing as how much it cost them, neither parent had argued very much about it and Keitaro had then been forced to seek cheaper entertainment elsewhere.
He'd even had some training in the family style, before Aunt Haruka started travelling the world. But what few tidbits he recalled of that, where practically useless.
Now, he had just three more days to train, then he would go to Kyoto with Motoko in order to fight her sister.
Three days, to try and revive what skills he might once have possessed. Three days, to try and raise Motoko's spirits. Three days...
Three days had never seemed so little time, as they did right now.
And here he was, wasting his time by helping Kitsune rearranging her room.
"So, where did you and Kendo girl sneak off to yesterday?" Kitsune inquired, interrupting his mental reverie.
"Huh? Oh, she wanted a training dummy to try out a new technique upon." Keitaro absently responded, having thought up that excuse yesterday, just in case somebody would ask where the two of them had went together. "I guess she didn't have the cash to spare to buy them in bulk, so she forced me to participate, seeing as how I wouldn't break as easily." he added and after they put the cupboard down, he pulled the left sleeve of his sweater back, revealing several bruises from yesterdays practice.
Motoko had been near tears, every time her bokken made contact with him. He had actually been forced to order her to fight seriously, as her performance at first had been miserable. She had hesitated, she had held back and aborted her attacks well before they were anywhere near him. He'd actually hit her several times, before he told her to get serious. But once she got somewhat serious, he never even came close to hitting her.
If only he hadn't been forced to see that horribly distressed look on her face every time she struck him. It nearly broke his heart to see it.
Then again, he had never ever fought so hard in order to avoid getting struck before. Avoiding causing Motoko emotional harm had made him make more of an effort then preventing physical harm to himself ever had.
"Oh, poor baby." Kitsune exclaimed and strode over to him, gently taking his arm and putting her lips against a particularly nasty bruise, kissing it. "Do ya want onee-chan to kiss 'em and make it all better?" she purred, not waiting for his response before kissing another one.
"Uh... No thanks, Kitsune." Keitaro awkwardly replied, pulling his arm away and taking two steps back from her. Was she getting all weird on him again?
"Ah, I see. That's not where you want my lips, Keitaro." Kitsune purred with a hungry smile. "All right, let's see what we can do about that, then." she drawled with a sultry tone of voice, backing him up against a wall before pressing herself up against him, sealing her lips to his.
"Mrrg! Kitsune!" Keitaro exclaimed as he pulled away from her, staring at her in shock. "What are you doing?!" he demanded to know.
"I was prepared to loose you to Naru, Keitaro." Kitsune drawled, drawing circles on his chest with her right index finger. "I would have stepped aside for her. For her, I would do it. I wouldn't do it for anybody else." Kitsune explained and pulled in closer to him again, kissing his neck. "So, since Naru isn't in the running any more, I figured that I should make a move..." she purred, then moved up to kiss his lips again.
"Since Naru isn't..." Keitaro started, before Kitsune was kissing him again. He wrenched his head away from her, closing his eyes and desperately trying to keep his heartrate, as well as a certain portion of his body, down. Kitsune was a very attractive girl, there was no denying that. Her actions had always gotten to him in a way that few others had. Not even Naru had ever managed to make him respond in such a primal way. Only Motoko had managed that, and she had to resort to much more extreme measures then Kitsune ever had in order for him to do so. "What... What do you mean, since Naru isn't in the running any more?" he asked.
Kitsune was Naru's best friend. Had she... Said anything? Did Kitsune know something that he did not?
"Oh, you don't fool me, Keitaro. First, you ask how to beg forgiveness for something you've done and then you don't respond to my advances... You got laid! And since Naru isn't around and probably wouldn't have slept with you even if she were, unless some sort of psychological miracle happened that enabled her to openly show her feelings, only one option remains. And I won't loose you to her without a fight, Keitaro. I won't..." Kitsune explained and capitalized on his shock from hearing that she knew that he was no longer a virgin, to yank his head back so that she could kiss him again.
Keitaro moaned into her mouth, as one of her hands traveled lower, cupping his groin, before starting to stroke him through his clothes. His hands went down to cup her ass, caressing it for a brief moment, before he yanked her up into the air and spun around, slamming her into the wall. He used his body to pin her against the wall, his hands moving up to cup her face, as he ravaged her mouth.
/Oh MY!/ Kitsune mentally groaned and Keitaro became the aggressor, leaving her in an entirely passive role. Her head ached somewhat from slamming into the wall like that, but the other sensations she was feeling at the moment blanked that out. /Definitively got laid.../ she absently thought as his right hand suddenly found her chest, trailing across both her ample mounds, caressing, pinching and kneading them in a possessive manner.
Never before had he responded like this, he always panicked whenever she tried something. She didn't much care though, as his actions slowly put her beyond all rational thought. While his breastwork left a lot to desire, being clumsy, rough and forceful, his kisses more then made up for it. If she had even suspected that the shy, clumsy manager had been capable of kisses like this, she would have jumped him well before now.
Not that she was doing all that much jumping at the moment, it was more or less the other way around.
At least until Keitaro realized just what he was doing.
"MMMmmmNO!" he exclaimed, pulling away from Kitsune, taking several steps backwards and dropping her to the floor as gravity reasserted itself once she was no longer pinned to the wall. She landed on her ass with a pained exclamation, as her legs had been loosely wrapped around Keitaro before he stepped away and she didn't manage to get them back underneath her in time to catch her fall. "Oh, Kami... No..." Keitaro whispered to himself. "Not again... Not again..." he muttered, shaking his head in denial.
"Now why did you have to go ahead and do that. I was enjoying myself." Kitsune groused, rubbing her arse as she slowly got back onto her feet. "Now, where were we?" she asked, as she slithered over towards Keitaro with a hungry look on her eyes.
"Sorry..." he started, but as he looked up and saw her approaching, he backed away from her, the process made slow by his injured leg. "No!" he protested, spun around and left the room running, little exclamations of pain accompanying every step he took on his injured leg.
"Mouuuuu!" Kitsune exclaimed, pouting at the doorway, before she slammed the door shut and planted her ass on her futon, rubbing her behind with a pained expression as she discovered just how bad an idea it had been to sit down as carelessly as she had, right after being dropped to the floor. "Don't think you'll be getting off that easy, Keitaro..." she muttered and gently caressed her lips with her left hand. "Oh, no. You're not off the hook yet, not by a long shot..." she purred as she replayed that last kiss in her mind, her right hand moving from rubbing her rear posterior, to sneak down into her shorts on the other side.
After those last couple of kisses, Kitsune felt a serious need to 'entertain' herself for a while. After that, she could begin to stalk her prey again. If Keitaro thought he could get her all hot'n bothered, then just leave, he had another thing coming.
"Motoko. We're leaving for Kyoto. Now." Keitaro said as he stalked into the kitchen, a wild look in his eyes. Motoko looked up from her cup of tea, a silent question in her eyes. Sarah reacted badly to his demand, spluttering tea all over the table. Shinobu looked to be on the verge of fainting. Su and Mutsumi merely looked curious.
"Kyoto? The Ronin and the Kendo Maniac?" Sarah exclaimed, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "What's going on, Ronin?"
"S-s-s-se-s-sempai... Are you and Motoko-sempai... Eloping?" Shinobu whispered in a strained tone of voice.
"Oh, my! How daring of the two of you." Mutsumi commented, a faint blush on her cheeks.
"It's nothing like that!" Keitaro protested, wildly waving his arms and struggling against a blush of his own. "We're going there to fight her sister so that Motoko can become a warrior again!" he added by the way of explanation.
"You? Fight? PFAH!" Sarah snorted, shaking her head in disbelief at the notion.
"What's the rush, Keitaro? I wanted to play some with you today." Su commented, a sad look in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
"We've only got four days to do it in. Three days to train and then we fight her on the fourth day." Keitaro revealed.
"You can train here! Then you can play with me!" Su countered.
"We were going to. But Kitsune has... She's... I need to get away from her." Keitaro commented, looking over his shoulders with a nervous look. "We can train at the dojo in Kyoto."
"I will pack my things, Urashima-s... Urashima." Motoko said, finally speaking up. She hastily finished her tea, then rose and strode away, heading for her room.
"Sempai... What happens if you don't defeat her?" Shinobu inquired nervously. "Why do you have to fight her at all?"
"If we don't, or if we loose, Motoko will have to give up the sword forever. If we win, she can become a warrior again." Keitaro replied.
"And why do you have to fight, Ronin?" Sarah demanded.
"Her sister want us to take responsibility for lying to her about the two of us getting married, so she dragged me into the fight as well." Keitaro said, rubbing his left temple with a pained expression.
"And if you two loose, you'll of course have to marry Motoko." Mutsumi added, calmly sipping from her tea.
"WHAT?!" Sarah screamed.
"WHAT?!" Su yelled.
"W-W-WH-WHAT?!" Shinobu hollered.
"WHAT? How did you know that?!" Keitaro shouted.
"Tama-chan told me." Mutsumi unconcernedly revealed, absently patting the turtle perching on her left shoulder.
"So you two are eloping?" Sarah asked.
"It's not like that..." Keitaro protested, rubbing his temple again. This was turning out to be one miserable day for the live-in manager of the Hinata Sou.
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 , 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
"T-then..." he started and to her surprise, she felt him grab her wrist again and pull her hand away from what it had been doing. He took a deep shuddering breath and closed his eyes for a few moments, then slowly got them both up until they were sitting up again. She kneeling between his legs and silently awaiting whatever command he would have for her. "Then I want you to stop acting like this, Motoko." he finally said, causing her head to whip up and her gaze to lock onto his, with a shocked expression on her face. "I want the old Motoko back." he revealed and reached up with a hand to caress her cheek.
"I want the Motoko who would yell at me for being a pervert, if I did something like this. I want the Motoko whom would never utter the words 'Keitaro-donno' or 'Keitaro-sama'. I want the strong, relentless Motoko, who wouldn't accept defeat at the hands of anyone. I want the Motoko who would fight with all her strength for what she believes in. I want the proud Motoko, I want the girl from a week ago." he explained. "I want my Motoko back." he finished and removed his hand from her cheek.
"I... I can't..." Motoko protested.
"Anything I want? My every command?" Keitaro gently reminded her. "You have my forgiveness, because there was never anything to forgive. Please, just do this one last thing for me. Become the Motoko of old again, fight your sister. Win!" he urged her on.
"It's impossible..." Motoko whimpered.
"Please. For me?" Keitaro countered and Motoko slumped again, hugging herself as she let out a low wail and one last sob. She shuddered for several seconds, before she let her arms fall down to her lap. She stared at the ground for several seconds, before her right arm rose and she used the back of her hand to wipe the tears out of her eyes. Then she looked up at him again, a weak smile on her lips and moisture in her eyes.
"I-I'll try..." Motoko agreed. "For you, I'll try."
"I really appreciate you doing this for me, Keitaro. Especially with your injury." Kitsune said as the two of them moved a cupboard from one side of her room to the other.
"No problem, Kitsune-san." Keitaro lied with a smile on his face. While he had learned how to walk around with his cast, having to lift and walk around with a heavy object wasn't exactly something he was looking forward to. He just hoped that his grip wouldn't slip and he'd drop his end of it onto his other foot. That was all he needed now, to have to go to Kyoto with two injuries.
He had actually been in favor of leaving directly, but since Motoko had sounded somewhat hesitant about it when he asked her when she wanted to go, he hadn't voiced his opinion. Despite the fact that Motoko gave her word to try and get back to her usual self, she was failing at it. Badly.
A day had passed since their conversation and he had yet to be beaten, threatened or coerced into anything by her. At breakfast, when he ran out of tea, she had refilled his cup for him before he even thought of reaching for the kettle.
Thank the Kami that none of the others had noticed that. Such an unexpected act would likely have raised all sorts of inquiries and questions, that he likely wouldn't have a good answer for. And he wasn't at all certain just what Motoko would answer either, seeing as how distraught she actually was, even if she put up a pretty good front for the others. But he had learned to look through the front now, he knew what was really going on inside of her.
And he was afraid.
In her current state, Motoko stood no chance against her sister and he knew that no matter how good or bad his own state of mind was, it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference in the upcoming confrontation. Motoko would have to carry the lions share of the fight. He would, at best, be able to provide a certain amount of distraction that Motoko might be able to capitalize upon.
Might, being the key word there.
Keitaro personally thought that it was all too likely that he would be taken out of the fight in less then a second, well before he would even be able to cough up an attempt at distraction.
Once the decision to go to Kyoto had been taken, they'd both left to train, heading into the woods behind Hinata Sou. For once, Keitaro found himself wishing that he had kept up with his studies in Kendo and Karate. His old teachers would cry their hearts out if they saw the miserable state he was in now. He had actually had a knack for Martial Arts, but had given it up shortly before his tenth birthday after overhearing his parents talking about how much of a strain his classes were putting on the family budget.
He'd never said anything to either of them about it, he just lied and told them that he didn't think it was fun any longer and that he wanted to drop out. Seeing as how much it cost them, neither parent had argued very much about it and Keitaro had then been forced to seek cheaper entertainment elsewhere.
He'd even had some training in the family style, before Aunt Haruka started travelling the world. But what few tidbits he recalled of that, where practically useless.
Now, he had just three more days to train, then he would go to Kyoto with Motoko in order to fight her sister.
Three days, to try and revive what skills he might once have possessed. Three days, to try and raise Motoko's spirits. Three days...
Three days had never seemed so little time, as they did right now.
And here he was, wasting his time by helping Kitsune rearranging her room.
"So, where did you and Kendo girl sneak off to yesterday?" Kitsune inquired, interrupting his mental reverie.
"Huh? Oh, she wanted a training dummy to try out a new technique upon." Keitaro absently responded, having thought up that excuse yesterday, just in case somebody would ask where the two of them had went together. "I guess she didn't have the cash to spare to buy them in bulk, so she forced me to participate, seeing as how I wouldn't break as easily." he added and after they put the cupboard down, he pulled the left sleeve of his sweater back, revealing several bruises from yesterdays practice.
Motoko had been near tears, every time her bokken made contact with him. He had actually been forced to order her to fight seriously, as her performance at first had been miserable. She had hesitated, she had held back and aborted her attacks well before they were anywhere near him. He'd actually hit her several times, before he told her to get serious. But once she got somewhat serious, he never even came close to hitting her.
If only he hadn't been forced to see that horribly distressed look on her face every time she struck him. It nearly broke his heart to see it.
Then again, he had never ever fought so hard in order to avoid getting struck before. Avoiding causing Motoko emotional harm had made him make more of an effort then preventing physical harm to himself ever had.
"Oh, poor baby." Kitsune exclaimed and strode over to him, gently taking his arm and putting her lips against a particularly nasty bruise, kissing it. "Do ya want onee-chan to kiss 'em and make it all better?" she purred, not waiting for his response before kissing another one.
"Uh... No thanks, Kitsune." Keitaro awkwardly replied, pulling his arm away and taking two steps back from her. Was she getting all weird on him again?
"Ah, I see. That's not where you want my lips, Keitaro." Kitsune purred with a hungry smile. "All right, let's see what we can do about that, then." she drawled with a sultry tone of voice, backing him up against a wall before pressing herself up against him, sealing her lips to his.
"Mrrg! Kitsune!" Keitaro exclaimed as he pulled away from her, staring at her in shock. "What are you doing?!" he demanded to know.
"I was prepared to loose you to Naru, Keitaro." Kitsune drawled, drawing circles on his chest with her right index finger. "I would have stepped aside for her. For her, I would do it. I wouldn't do it for anybody else." Kitsune explained and pulled in closer to him again, kissing his neck. "So, since Naru isn't in the running any more, I figured that I should make a move..." she purred, then moved up to kiss his lips again.
"Since Naru isn't..." Keitaro started, before Kitsune was kissing him again. He wrenched his head away from her, closing his eyes and desperately trying to keep his heartrate, as well as a certain portion of his body, down. Kitsune was a very attractive girl, there was no denying that. Her actions had always gotten to him in a way that few others had. Not even Naru had ever managed to make him respond in such a primal way. Only Motoko had managed that, and she had to resort to much more extreme measures then Kitsune ever had in order for him to do so. "What... What do you mean, since Naru isn't in the running any more?" he asked.
Kitsune was Naru's best friend. Had she... Said anything? Did Kitsune know something that he did not?
"Oh, you don't fool me, Keitaro. First, you ask how to beg forgiveness for something you've done and then you don't respond to my advances... You got laid! And since Naru isn't around and probably wouldn't have slept with you even if she were, unless some sort of psychological miracle happened that enabled her to openly show her feelings, only one option remains. And I won't loose you to her without a fight, Keitaro. I won't..." Kitsune explained and capitalized on his shock from hearing that she knew that he was no longer a virgin, to yank his head back so that she could kiss him again.
Keitaro moaned into her mouth, as one of her hands traveled lower, cupping his groin, before starting to stroke him through his clothes. His hands went down to cup her ass, caressing it for a brief moment, before he yanked her up into the air and spun around, slamming her into the wall. He used his body to pin her against the wall, his hands moving up to cup her face, as he ravaged her mouth.
/Oh MY!/ Kitsune mentally groaned and Keitaro became the aggressor, leaving her in an entirely passive role. Her head ached somewhat from slamming into the wall like that, but the other sensations she was feeling at the moment blanked that out. /Definitively got laid.../ she absently thought as his right hand suddenly found her chest, trailing across both her ample mounds, caressing, pinching and kneading them in a possessive manner.
Never before had he responded like this, he always panicked whenever she tried something. She didn't much care though, as his actions slowly put her beyond all rational thought. While his breastwork left a lot to desire, being clumsy, rough and forceful, his kisses more then made up for it. If she had even suspected that the shy, clumsy manager had been capable of kisses like this, she would have jumped him well before now.
Not that she was doing all that much jumping at the moment, it was more or less the other way around.
At least until Keitaro realized just what he was doing.
"MMMmmmNO!" he exclaimed, pulling away from Kitsune, taking several steps backwards and dropping her to the floor as gravity reasserted itself once she was no longer pinned to the wall. She landed on her ass with a pained exclamation, as her legs had been loosely wrapped around Keitaro before he stepped away and she didn't manage to get them back underneath her in time to catch her fall. "Oh, Kami... No..." Keitaro whispered to himself. "Not again... Not again..." he muttered, shaking his head in denial.
"Now why did you have to go ahead and do that. I was enjoying myself." Kitsune groused, rubbing her arse as she slowly got back onto her feet. "Now, where were we?" she asked, as she slithered over towards Keitaro with a hungry look on her eyes.
"Sorry..." he started, but as he looked up and saw her approaching, he backed away from her, the process made slow by his injured leg. "No!" he protested, spun around and left the room running, little exclamations of pain accompanying every step he took on his injured leg.
"Mouuuuu!" Kitsune exclaimed, pouting at the doorway, before she slammed the door shut and planted her ass on her futon, rubbing her behind with a pained expression as she discovered just how bad an idea it had been to sit down as carelessly as she had, right after being dropped to the floor. "Don't think you'll be getting off that easy, Keitaro..." she muttered and gently caressed her lips with her left hand. "Oh, no. You're not off the hook yet, not by a long shot..." she purred as she replayed that last kiss in her mind, her right hand moving from rubbing her rear posterior, to sneak down into her shorts on the other side.
After those last couple of kisses, Kitsune felt a serious need to 'entertain' herself for a while. After that, she could begin to stalk her prey again. If Keitaro thought he could get her all hot'n bothered, then just leave, he had another thing coming.
"Motoko. We're leaving for Kyoto. Now." Keitaro said as he stalked into the kitchen, a wild look in his eyes. Motoko looked up from her cup of tea, a silent question in her eyes. Sarah reacted badly to his demand, spluttering tea all over the table. Shinobu looked to be on the verge of fainting. Su and Mutsumi merely looked curious.
"Kyoto? The Ronin and the Kendo Maniac?" Sarah exclaimed, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "What's going on, Ronin?"
"S-s-s-se-s-sempai... Are you and Motoko-sempai... Eloping?" Shinobu whispered in a strained tone of voice.
"Oh, my! How daring of the two of you." Mutsumi commented, a faint blush on her cheeks.
"It's nothing like that!" Keitaro protested, wildly waving his arms and struggling against a blush of his own. "We're going there to fight her sister so that Motoko can become a warrior again!" he added by the way of explanation.
"You? Fight? PFAH!" Sarah snorted, shaking her head in disbelief at the notion.
"What's the rush, Keitaro? I wanted to play some with you today." Su commented, a sad look in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
"We've only got four days to do it in. Three days to train and then we fight her on the fourth day." Keitaro revealed.
"You can train here! Then you can play with me!" Su countered.
"We were going to. But Kitsune has... She's... I need to get away from her." Keitaro commented, looking over his shoulders with a nervous look. "We can train at the dojo in Kyoto."
"I will pack my things, Urashima-s... Urashima." Motoko said, finally speaking up. She hastily finished her tea, then rose and strode away, heading for her room.
"Sempai... What happens if you don't defeat her?" Shinobu inquired nervously. "Why do you have to fight her at all?"
"If we don't, or if we loose, Motoko will have to give up the sword forever. If we win, she can become a warrior again." Keitaro replied.
"And why do you have to fight, Ronin?" Sarah demanded.
"Her sister want us to take responsibility for lying to her about the two of us getting married, so she dragged me into the fight as well." Keitaro said, rubbing his left temple with a pained expression.
"And if you two loose, you'll of course have to marry Motoko." Mutsumi added, calmly sipping from her tea.
"WHAT?!" Sarah screamed.
"WHAT?!" Su yelled.
"W-W-WH-WHAT?!" Shinobu hollered.
"WHAT? How did you know that?!" Keitaro shouted.
"Tama-chan told me." Mutsumi unconcernedly revealed, absently patting the turtle perching on her left shoulder.
"So you two are eloping?" Sarah asked.
"It's not like that..." Keitaro protested, rubbing his temple again. This was turning out to be one miserable day for the live-in manager of the Hinata Sou.
The End! ( For now... )
