Yup so here we have the second prologue. You want a reason? Lollypops are tasty.

-Vilkath

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Guilty Pleasures

Prologue Two: The Second Coming

Tsuruko Aoyama is not an easy woman to shock, but even her great will power could not keep her mouth closed. I always knew she took a disliking to men, but I could never have imagined she had fallen so far.

"Motoko Aoyama" Tsuruko said in a very displeased tone.

Motoko shivered; to be called by her full name is never a good sign. Embarrassing as they are, even her pet names would be welcome at this moment. With all the hope of a man on death row Motoko slowly turned around, her mind racing to try figure out what had displeased Tsuruko so much. Was she unhappy I lashed out with so little control? What else could it be?

With a trembling bow Motoko hurried to apologize. "I am sorry sister, I released such a wild burst of Ki"

Tsuruko frowned visibly at her sister's actions. Even now, after her temper has cooled she still cannot see anything wrong?

With an empty smile and a voice to match Tsuruko pushed the conversation. "Motoko dear, why did you injure and possibly murder that innocent young man?"

Scared, but still filled with some left over anger, Motoko interrupted with "Innocent! But he." before she was silenced with a hand from Tsuruko.

"He what Motoko dear? You forcibly grabbed your bags from him, you ripped them open." Pausing to let the words sink in, Tsuruko watched Motoko's expressions as the thoughts ran through her head.

Continuing Tsuruko's voice took an even sweeter tone. "As your clothes fell out, did he grab for your clothing Motoko dear? No he just had the bad luck, that some of the clothes would happen to land on him, worsened by the horrible chance of them being something you found embarrassing."

Studying the stunned Motoko, Tsuruko resumed, "Worst of all was your reaction. Did you yell at him? Yes. Did you insult him? Yes. Did you initiate the attack? Yes again, and you did not only hit him, you pulled out a weapon. Sadly your actions do not even stop there, you went beyond brining out a weapon against an unarmed man, you used a Ki attack, against an opponent who's own Ki and apparent training leaves no possible means for him to defend himself against it."

Picking up a nearly broken Motoko, Tsuruko started pulling her along. "Now come on, we must find where this young man landed, and let us just hope he is only injured."

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Placing a few sake bottles in a basket along with her other bathing necessities Kitsune opens the changing room door ready for her afternoon post hang over bath. With a sly grin she became embarrassed in her plans of which bars to hit first that night. All but oblivious to the unusual amount of steam that was filling up the warm afternoon air Kitsune took her first step into the water.

Shocked back to reality with her first step into the hot spring Kitsune let out a shriek and jumped back dropping her sake bottles into the spring. With an angry expression she massages her burned foot and looks longingly at the spring. Broken again? This place has really been falling apart since Haruka took over.

With a pair of tears starting to well up in her eyes Kitsune leaves her bottles of sake floating in the boiling spring water. Don't worry my precious babies; I'll come back to you. Putting a finger to her lips, Kitsune's face returns to her normal grin. I wonder what boiled sake taste like.

Walking back to the changing room Kitsune tries to think. Some one needs tell Haruka to fix this. But if I do it, she'll ask about the rent, maybe even tell me to fix it myself. Entering the kitchen Kitsune spots Shinobu preparing dinner and breaks out into her widest grin. "Shinobu dear, could I ask you a favor?"

Turning around Shinobu stutters with fear while looking into Kitsune's evil eyes. "Of c-course Kitsune-sempai. What is it?"

With her smile out in full force Kitsune puts her arm around Shinobu and starts leading her out. "Glad you asked kiddo. I was just doing me afternoon safety inspection of the hot springs, one of my many chores and I happened to notice they were running a little hot. Now we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt would we?" Kitsune waits for Shinobu's answer with her best innocent look.

"Of course not Kitsune-sempia, but what can I do?" Shinobu replied, believing totally in Kitsune said.

"Well" Kitsune tapped her chin like she was thinking deeply. "Perhaps you could tell Haruka about it? I'm sure she would like to know. Just imagine the dangers, what if poor Su jumped into the hot springs like she always does?" Kitsune paused letting the thought swirl inside Shinobu's head.

Opening the front door Kitsune pushing her towards the steps. "Now hurry up, we don't' want Su looking like a lobster now do we?" I can just imagine Su asking for butter to eat her own arm. Better hurry this up

With a wide-eyed and panicked expression on Shinobu's face Kitsune gives her a little push. Spurred into action Shinobu runs down the stairs towards the teahouse. To easy Kitsune smirks to herself and walks back inside. Better head up to my room for more sake, before I start sobering up.

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Abruptly torn from the bliss of oblivion, Keitaro awoke to an intense scraping pain has his body clipped the Hinata Sou roof. His momentum refusing to give up, he started the painful journey down the roof. Tumbling and tearing, his clothes were turned to rags by the ruff tiles, just barely leaving him enough cloth to keep his modesty intact.

As his pain addled brain tried to make sense of what was happening, Keitaro instinctively reached out for a passing clothes line as passed the edge of the roof in a last ditch effort to halt his painful descent. While the clothesline was a sturdy piece of rope, fit to withstand the weight of the heaviest wet sheets. The poor nails in the wall however could not cope with this sudden onslaught of pressure brought on by Keitaro.

Tearing the wash line straight off the wall, his efforts did little to slow his fall. Keitaro quickly found himself tangled up in the wash line, which was still laden with its burden. A fresh line of girls under garments in all of their frilly glory. Had Keitaro been a little more aware of his perverted situation, he would have died a mixture of fright and excitement right then and there. Keitaro's mind was to busy trying to form a single coherent thought, taught to the youngest of children at an early age. A lesson that would seem to have a great relevance on his current situation. What goes up must come down

Now terrorized beyond rational thought Keitaro's eyes wildly searched for where he would land. With a relieved sigh Keitaro spots a nice looking heated bath or pool below. Closing his eyes and bracing for impact, a small smile on his lips as one last thought goes threw his mind. Finally, a bit of luck!

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Drumming her pencil Naru started at her workbook with utter contempt. This cannot be happening to me! I got the highest score in the nation! Naru glared daggers at the problem she didn't understand. Her intense gaze was broken how ever before the paper could burst into flames by a thump.

"What was...?" Before Naru could finish the room was shaken violently by a loud explosion quickly followed by some crazy laughter.

Sighing Naru chanced a look down the hall and found the source of the disturbance. Su was sitting and laughing like a madwoman against the far wall. Huge yellow clouds of smoke were still coming out of Su's room.

With one quick glance back into her room to glare at the unsolvable problem, Naru decides to take a relaxing bath downstairs. Sniffing the air Naru makes a face. Not to mention give the air a chance to clear up. What was she making to make that horrible rotten banana smell?

Walking downstairs to the changing room Naru is surprised find a little note tacked to the door. Reading the note, Naru but can't help but blush.

Unless you are looking for a hot and steamy time, stay out of the hot springs!

Kitsune

Clenching her fist in rage Naru had a few choice thoughts about her perverted best friend. She wouldn't dare bring a man in there, would she? Hearing a girlish scream from inside the bath Naru dropped her bathing supplies and stormed in with deadly intent towards any male she found molesting her best friend.

Entering just in time to catch Keitaro's splash landing Naru is sprayed with hot blast of water. Cooled enough by the air the water was no longer hot enough to scald her, but just enough to loosen her towel. Shocked by the scene before her Naru's rage is beyond words, the facts repeat threw her mind. There is a man in the hot springs; he is covered in girls under wear! There is a man in the hot springs; he is covered in OUR UNDER WEAR? A perverted male has molested poor Shinobu and taken our under wear!

With a gentle breeze Naru wet body shivers from the cold, drawing her mind to the last fact. She is naked in the hot springs with a perverted panty thief! With a feral growl she grabs the end the clothesline, which just happened to land at her feet. With a quick pull she goes to bring the pervert to justice, yo-yo style.

With a her battle cry of Pervert and her patented punch Naru sends soft boiled Keitaro skyward for the second time that day.

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The two Aoyama sisters followed the path of Keitaro's trajectory in complete silence. Both lost in their own storm of guilty thoughts over the incident.

Tsuruko frowned. I just can't seem to detect his Ki anywhere. I know his Ki was not that strong to begin with, but some one in that much pain should be easy to find. Unless he is… Quickly locking the thought away Tsuruko glances over at her sister.

Motoko had regained her usual emotionless mask, her will trying to enforce the calmness of her exterior inwards as well. Only her eyes hinted at the turmoil still filling Motoko's mind. The dominant part of her personality wonders why her sister is so angry with her. The pervert deserves everything he got, and more!

The powerful thought was quickly challenged by a small voice in her head. Did he really? Motoko tried to push the voice's words aside like always, but it just would not go away this time. Frustrated Motoko quickens her pace with some dread as she realizes where the pervert must have landed, the Hinata Sou.

Picking up Naru's cry of pervert even from the bottom of the stairs, Motoko looks up and spots a familiar figure land with a bone crunching thud at the top of the stairs.

Tsuruko followed her sister's gaze; she could barely contain her anguish as she watched the poor man land. To her greater horror, his suffering was not over yet as he slowly started to roll down the long stairs leading up to the dormitory.

Dashing forward with all the speed she can muster, Tsuruko manages to catch Keitaro before he falls to far down the stairs. Cradling his bloody face gently in her lap, she gently laid him down. Looking over his battered and boiled flesh and let out a small blush as she noticed his tattered clothes. With her back still to her sister Tsuruko let out a few quiet sobs. Such pain, such misery, he couldn't be in more pain. Death would only be an improvement for him now, yet some how he clings to life.

Casting a quick scathing look at her sister, Tsuruko gestures for her to come over. "Run ahead and call for an ambulance Motoko. He needs help immediately, I can barely feel any signs of life from him, it's a miracle he's not dead already."

Quickly and silently Motoko starts running up the stairs to make the phone call. All to eager to have something to do, not ignoring the bonus of being able to get away from the enraged Tsuruko. Motoko knew better then anyone to fear her sister when her true emotions started break threw her control.

Carefully picking Keitaro up Tsuruko heads up to the inn so he can rest till the paramedics come. Lost in her thoughts of concern and guilt Tsuruko failed to notice Keitaro shift around in his pain induce sleep. Softly nuzzling his head into the warmth of her chest with a small smile on his face.

A/N

Yeah I know Kitsune probably already would know what boiled sake would taste like, but I thought it would be funny. I am also no sake expert, while I know it's commonly heated up to body temperature, I have no clue what sake would taste like at 100+ degree's.

I also realize I used Japanese in this chapter, for Shinobu's sempai. Just felt it had to be done, no English translation comes close to the meaning of this word the way Shinobu would use it towards Keitaro especially. So I had to let it slide, for the most part I plan to try stick to Japanese nouns/names only.