Love Evolution R
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson

Summary: Keitaro knew that coming with Kitsune to a party with her drinking buddies might be a bad idea, but that it could change his life to this degree, he didn't know.

Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, Ai Yori Aoshi and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This story deals with some very unpleasant things. If this disturbs you, don't read.
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emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
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Previously, on 'Love Evolution'

"She won't find out!" Keitaro cried out.

"I wouldn't worry if it had happened to any other guy. But you... Keitaro, you don't have a poker face. Not the slightest hint of one. She'll know something is up and I know you, you won't be able to shut up or lie about it. She'll get mad, things will be disrupted, the mood at the Hinata Sou will be bad and you'll most likely receive some extra Naru-punches over the next couple of weeks." Kitsune stated. "I don't really think she has a reason to be upset, seeing as how the two of you aren't together. But she won't see it like that. She'll get mad." she continued, then grinned. "But if you had a girlfriend, even Naru will realize that she doesn't have any right to complain about your actions."

"But, won't she be even madder if I suddenly show up with a girlfriend. With you as a girlfriend?" Keitaro objected.

"It's all in the setup." Kitsune drawled. "Oh, she'll be mad and disappointed, there's no avoiding that. But, it's also a perfect opportunity for you. By making her face what she's missing out on, making her realize that you can and will turn elsewhere if she doesn't shape up, you'll be all set once we 'break up'. She'll be all over you like a pack of wolves on a two-legged lamb."

"So, it wouldn't be for real? Just for pretend?" Keitaro asked.

"I've told you before, Keitaro. I like you. If you want a girlfriend and a real relationship, I'm your girl. If you want a way to get Naru off your back and improve your chances with her down the line, I'm willing to be your girl for now." Kitsune revealed, then sighed. "If you want pretend, we'll pretend." she announced, then smirked. "If you want to get your hands on these babies on a regular basis, we'll go steady and see how that works out." she offered, putting her hands on her breasts. "It's up to you."

Had Keitaro been sober, the answer he gave most likely wouldn't have been anything even remotely resembling the one he gave Kitsune now.

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Chapter Two:

+Ring+

"Hello, hello. Hinata Sou, Narusegawa speaking." Naru said into her phone.

+Nnnnaaaaaaruh.+ came a slurred drawl over the phone.

"Yes, Kitsune?" Naru sighed. She was used to these kind of late-night phone calls by now, even if Kitsune had gotten a bit better lately. Since Keitaro arrived, actually.

She shook her head. Her thoughts turned all too easily towards Keitaro these days, even now when he wasn't even in the building, she found herself thinking about him at the drop of a hat.

+Naaaaaruh, why aren't ya here? I'm 'aving a blast!+ Kitsune slurred. +C'mon, get ovah heah! Don't beh a party-poohper!+

"Some of us have to study, Kitsune." Naru admonished her friend.

+Bhoooooorin'.+ Kitsune snorted. +Even Keitaro real-rell-ralliz-re... Understood. That ya can't study all theh tham.+

"And you never considered that perhaps that's why he's a third-year Ronin?" Naru countered.

+Pfah.+ Kitsune snorted. +Yer no fun.+

"Speaking of the Ronin, he's not up to his usual perverted antics, is he?" Naru demanded.

+Naw, he's drinking beer and talking with one of my drinkin' buddies.+ Kitsune declared. +Can't stop thinkin' about him, huh? Ya likes him, dontcha?+

"I most certainly do not!" Naru replied indignantly.

+Ahw, c'mon, Naru. Fess uhp. Y'like him, yeah? He's your bhoooooooooooy-friend and ya wants to kiss him all the time!+ Kitsune retorted.

"No. I don't. He's a stupid pervert." Naru announced.

+Stoopid pehfvert? Feh. I think y'do like him! Ya wants him to be your bhoooyfriend!+ Kitsune drawled.

"No!" Naru protested. "No sane woman would!" she added for good measure.

+But whuttif somebody does, then what'll ya do?+ Kitsune slurred.

"Feel sad for the poor sap who's foolish enough to fall for his deceptions." Naru replied.

+Are ya sure? Are ya really sure that's how ya feel?+ Kitsune asked.

"Of course." Naru assured her drunken friend.

+So if he finds someone else, all ya'll do is say good riddance and that's that?+ Kitsune said, then laughed. +I don't think so. I think ya do want him. Baaaaadly.+

"I don't!" Naru shouted. "If by some trick of fate he stumbles across somebody who'd actually take him, I will say good riddance and be grateful that he's out of my hair!"

+Good. Because I like him. He's cuuuute.+ Kitsune said.

"You're drunk, Kitsune." Naru sighed. "You're delirious."

+I like him. You've even heard me say it when I'm sober.+ Kitsune stated. +You don't want him. I do. You said you wouldn't mind if he got himself a girlfriend. I want to be his girlfriend. Now I'll ask you again. Are you sure that you don't want him?+

"I don't want him." Naru repeated, but started feeling a bit leery of the conversation. Kitsune sounded more and more sober by the sentence and Naru felt a heavy pressure settling over her chest. Was her drunken friend actually serious? Naru had heard Kitsune confess her attraction to Keitaro and Naru had seen the signs on occasion that she was attracted to the Ronin, unlikely as it seemed.

+I'm going to take a shot at him, then.+ Kitsune declared. +Remember, you didn't want him. If I succeed, you've only got yourself to blame.+

"Kitsune! You can't be serious." Naru gasped.

+I'm serious. I let go of Seta for you and you never even made a move on him. I loved him too, Naru. But I let him go, since you told me that you liked him before I told you. I did that for you. But you never confessed to him, never did anything about it. Never again, Naru.+ Kitsune revealed, leaving Naru stunned, shocked and devastated. She'd never known, she had wondered at the time, but put it out of her mind since Kitsune never said anything. But now she knew.

+This time, you denied it. I know that you're probably lying even to yourself. But I'm not going to just step aside again, only to see you never take the chances I give you. This time, I'm going to enter the running.+ Kitsune continued. +I like him, Naru. I'm not going to lie to you. I like him. And I'm not going to let this opportunity slide through my fingers, like you did with Seta and now again with Keitaro.+

"Kitsune..." Naru whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she heard the pain in her friends voice, understood the pain she had caused Kitsune when they were younger.

+Last chance, Naru. Speak now, or forever hold your peace.+ Kitsune stated.

"Kitsune... I... I'm not... I'm sorry, Kitsune." Naru spoke up, then released a sob. "I'm... Go ahead, Kitsune. May the best woman win." she sniffed, then hung up. "Oh, Kitsune... I'm sorry..." she sniffled, then curled up on the floor, hugging herself.

"What... What did she say?" Keitaro inquired, once he was allowed back into the room. He had heard Kitsune's muted voice through the door, but not what she said. It must have been quite the conversation though, as he could see signs of Kitsune having cried since last he saw her.

"She told me to go for it." Kitsune said and sauntered up to Keitaro, pressing herself up against him, no sign whatsoever of her earlier distress in her behaviour, though there was still a hint of redness around the eyes. "So... How do you want to do this?" she purred, rubbing her torso against him. "Do you feel my babies, Keitaro? Do you like it? Would you like to get to see them, fondle them, suckle them and have them pressed up against your bare chest?"

Keitaro's eyes rolled around in their sockets, his expression was a blend between utter panic and stunned joy.

"I'm not Naru, Keitaro. I won't hit you. I might hit your wallet from time to time, but never you..." she drawled. "Would it really be so bad, to be my boyfriend?" she asked, then slid her hands up his back and entangled her hands in his hair. "Would it really be so bad to do..." she purred, then placed a string of feather-light kisses on his neck, moving up to his jaw, before she stopped just a hairs-width away from his lips. "This..." she said, then moved in and kissed him, opening her mouth slightly and darting her tongue out against his lips rather tentatively, causing him to open his mouth in a wordless invitation. She didn't take it, but pulled away half an inch. "With me? Repeatedly?" she finished, then moved in for another kiss.

Kitsune smiled against his lips, as her tongue darted out again and his lips parted before it. Keitaro truly was easily manipulated, though she realized that she would have to fight an uphill fight for a while. But for the moment, he seemed agreeable enough to her suggestion. But she knew that once he'd sobered up and her boobs were no longer pressed up against him, he'd probably balk and struggle against her notions. That was why she had to be aggressive now and get him waist-deep in the middle of it. That way, she could use his cooperation now against him further down the line.

/Oh yes, he's very agreeable right now./ Kitsune reflected, as she felt his hands move up around her, one caressing up and down her spine and the other wrapping itself around the back of her head.

"Way to go, Kits!"

/Hmmmm?/ Kitsune pondered, deepening the kiss with a moan of approval, as Keitaro's roaming hand brushed against her butt. /Did I just hear something?/

"Kei-kun, Kei-kun, Kei-kun. Ki-chan, Ki-chan, Ki-chan."

/Okay, I definitively heard someth... Tina!/ Kitsune thought, then tore herself away from Keitaro with a furious blush lending some colour to her face.

"Tina! You're awake!" she exclaimed, staring at her friend who was now sitting upright beside them and studying the current turn of events with a smirk on her face, cheering them on. "When did you..."

"Somewhere around 'Because I like him. He's cute.' during your telephone call." Tina replied with a smirk. "I knew it! I knew that you had the hots for him!"

"It's not..." Kitsune started the denial, mostly due to force of habit, but she stopped as she realized that she no longer had to deny anything. "Well, I guess it kinda is like that." she mumbled, faintly embarrassed despite herself.

"Yes!" Tina cheered, then crawled over to the two, wrapping one arm around each of their necks. "I'm so happy for you two. I hope you don't mind that I sampled him first, eh?" Tina said, winking at Kitsune. "And Keitaro. Ki-chan is my friend. Hurt her and I hurt you. Got it?" she added, directing a stern glare at Keitaro.

"Got it!" Keitaro exclaimed, swallowing nervously under the foreigner's scrutiny.

"Excellent. Then I'm off to rejoin the party. You two have fun, y'hear?" Tina announced, then unsteadily strolled out, closing the door behind her.

"Now... Where were we?" Kitsune drawled, then slid up against Keitaro again.

Narusegawa Naru was one unhappy camper at the moment, striding back and forth across the living room, a cup of cooling tea forgotten on the table. She kept telling herself that Kitsune was just up to her usual tricks, that she hadn't been really serious about going for Keitaro, but it was getting progressively harder to do so.

Kitsune had sounded unusually emotional when she called. Naru had shifted between belief and disbelief ever since that phone call. One moment, she believed everything she had been told. The other, she remembered Kitsune's usual behaviour and thought better of it. Then the cycle repeated itself.

"Mou!" Naru nearly snarled, stomping her right foot on the ground, then doing the same with her left, for good measure.

What was going on? Was Kitsune serious or was she kidding?

/"I'm serious. I let go of Seta for you and you never even made a move on him. I loved him too, Naru."/

What Kitsune had said echoed through Naru's mind.

/"I did that for you. But you never confessed to him, never did anything about it."/ she said. /"Never again, Naru."/ she'd got out and Naru had heard the pain behind what Kitsune said. They were best friends and Naru had allowed her to go through all that pain and misery, without even knowing/What sort of friend am I?/ Naru wondered. /"I like him, Naru. I'm not going to lie to you. I like him."/ Kitsune had admitted that.

Naru had never been able to do that. Not with Seta. Not with Keitaro.

Was she even capable of loving someone? She would like to think that she was. She loved her family, did she not? She loved her adopted sister, did she not? So why was she having such problems admitting to 'liking' Seta and Keitaro?

Her crush on Seta was over now.

At least, she thought it was.

But Keitaro...

"I do not like that pervert." Naru said to herself.

That came easily enough.

"I l... I li... I like K... I like K... I like the p... I l..." she tried, but found herself unable to complete the sentence.

What the hell was wrong with her?

/"Last chance, Naru. Speak now, or forever hold your peace."/

That sounded an awful lot like what they said in movies at weddings. Was Kitsune thinking about marriage? About marrying the pervert?

She had told Kitsune to go for it. But did she really mean it/Did I really mean it?/ she wondered.

No. Not really. That was the conclusion she came to.

But at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to tell Kitsune that. While she realized that what she had said was in conflict with what she really wanted, she also realized that she couldn't bring herself to prevent Kitsune from doing anything. No matter what else, Kitsune had been right about one thing. She hadn't done anything about Seta and had so far done nothing about Keitaro. Could she really allow her own selfish wants and emotional hang-ups get in the way of two peoples possible happiness?

If she kept on as she had, Kitsune would be denied the chance to get together with Keitaro. All three of them would be without a significant other in their life, a significant other who might very well bring some joy into their life. As it was, three people were miserable. If she stepped aside and allowed Kitsune to work her charms on Keitaro, perhaps that number would be reduced to one.

Naru herself.

Kitsune deserved someone to love, to hold. Someone who would respect her, love her and treat her like she deserved. She hadn't had anyone for a while now, having been badly burned in the past. Kitsune always fell like a ton of bricks wearing blindfolds, completely blinding her to the flaws and errors of those she fell for. She was forgiving in the extreme, allowing herself to be used and abused until even she realized that the one she was with, wasn't good for her. Then she would break up with the guy in question, then spend the following weeks moping, drinking and suffering through endless guilt-trips.

She wasn't all that certain that Keitaro deserved someone like Kitsune. But even Naru had to admit that he was a good person. He wouldn't treat Kitsune like crap, wouldn't cheat on her and wouldn't hit her. Even she realized that Keitaro was far too kind, far too much of a goody-two-shoes to act in that manner. Even if Keitaro wasn't Kitsune's Mr Right, he might very well be her Mr Right Now. He would be good for Kitsune, give her a chance to see that not all men were lying cheating abusive bastards.

Perhaps it wouldn't last. Perhaps it would last. Naru didn't know. But it might do Kitsune some good. Heck, it might even do Keitaro some good.

As opposed to her, who couldn't even admit that she might like him and would be no good for anyone until she got over her problems.

She wiped a few stray tears from her eyes and slumped down onto the couch, looking listlessly at the wall in front of her.

And the door in that wall.

The closed door.

The closed door which Kitsune and Keitaro had yet to pass through.

She glanced down at her wristwatch, frowning at it. It was half past two in the morning. Where the hell were they? What were they doing?

Kitsune melted under Keitaro's clumsy ministrations. While she'd certainly been in similar situations before with those who were infinitely more skilled then Keitaro, there had always been something... Off, about the entire experience. She'd never felt like this before. Never!

Oh, it had been pleasant, to be sure. Enjoyable, even.

But never like this.

His hands burned like fire wherever they touched her, a pleasant slow burn that made the rest of her entire body tingle with anticipation of being touched by him. She arched into his hands, her mouth hungrily devoured every piece of him she could get her lips on and her thoughts were muddled beyond belief.

She would have laughed out loud, had she not been otherwise occupied.

Of all the men she could have imagined being able to do this to her, to reduce her to a trembling mass of eager nerve-endings awaiting pleasure, Keitaro would have been pretty far down the list.

Both of them were still clothed, for crying out loud! She had yanked her blouse out of the skirt she wore, so her midriff was bared. The buttons on his shirt had come undone, but other then that, they were still fully clothed. His right hand had slid underneath her blouse to caress her back and she could feel the tantalising hint of flesh to flesh contact where her bare midriff came up against his unveiled chest and stomach, but other then that, only the area above their necks was exposed to skin-to-skin contact.

She would have taken things further by now or else put a stop to things entirely, but found herself unable to do so. She was enjoying this far too much to put an end to it, or risk breaking the magic of the moment by deepening the encounter. She had no idea of how long they had been huddled up like this, she writhing underneath the comforting weight of his body, as they traded spit and sprinkled one another with sensual kisses everyplace they could access from their position.

Kitsune felt a sudden chill, as Keitaro's left hand took her right and entangled their fingers, rendering her unable to move it. But the chill passed quickly enough, despite earlier bad experiences with being held down. But even though she was pinned beneath him and one of her hands was caught, she found no hints of panic or danger within herself.

What faint scraps of her mental awareness that remained in the sensual alcoholic haze, concluded that it was because she trusted Keitaro.

He wouldn't take this any further then she wanted to take it. He wouldn't force her into something she didn't want or wasn't ready for. He would never hurt her. It just wasn't in his nature to do so. If it had, he would have started fighting back against the constant abuse he suffered through, instead of just accepting it as he had. But even in those situations where he must have believed himself to be treated unfairly, he never tried to physically prevent himself from receiving his 'just punishment'. He protested verbally, but never really did anything but voice a protest, try to run away or unsuccessfully attempt to give his point of view.

That was more then enough to convince even the skittish Kitsune that Keitaro would never attempt to physically harm her, restrain her or force her into something she didn't want.

Emotional hurt was a little trickier, but Keitaro was without a doubt the most kind-hearted individual she had ever come across with the sole possible exception of Mutsumi. If it was within his power to see to it that she didn't get emotionally hurt, he would prevent it. She did know that he still had powerful feelings for Naru and that this would most likely cause some problems, problems that might be the cause of emotional hurt. But she knew that Naru would be a problem from the moment she decided to get involved. Not that it would cause it to hurt less, but at least it was a problem she was aware of, would be looking out for and could prepare herself for.

"UUuuuhn." she groaned against his neck, as his rowing right hand moved around from her back to the front, sliding past just underneath her bosom. His hand had only been in contact with the lower part of her left breast for a split second, but that had been enough to illicit a powerful reaction from her. /Oh god, what will it feel like once he finally gets around to touching.../ "OOOhhhh..." she moaned as Keitaro grew bolder, this time actually sliding his hand across her left breast.

/Bad. Bad. Bad. Loss of control. I'm not the one in control any longer./ Kitsune's subconscious screamed, but her body hastily overrode any objections her mind might have had. It just felt too damn good to put a stop to anything.

She trusted Keitaro. She might not have seriously considered going all the way before they started, but now it felt like an all-too-possible outcome. One that she found herself agreeable to go through with. If he wanted to do the naked pretzel, she'd go along with it, enthusiastically so even.

For a brief moment, she cursed her submissive nature. She fought so hard against it in her every-day life, struggling to be the one in control, but knew that she was all too weak once the push came to shove in situations like these. She found it all too easy to just surrender control to the one she was with, which had caused a fair amount of dreadful crash and burns in the past.

But she trusted Keitaro.

He wasn't like those other men.

She felt safe. She felt... Loved. She felt ready.

Decision made, she used her free hand to unbutton the rest of the buttons on her blouse.

And now I thought we'd look into the daily life of one Maehara Shinobu, follow her through one of the days in her life. We'll get to see how...

What?

You want me to go back to Kitsune and Keitaro?

Perverts.

I myself am very curious to see Shinobu go through a calm, relaxing day in school, tackling all the challenges that a young teenager faces when...

Huh, you still want me to go back to Kitsune and Keitaro?

Aren't you the least bit curious to follow Shinobu through math and...

Well, tough luck fellow dirty minded boys, girls, men, women, geezers, geezettes and whatever else I might have forgotten. What with ff dot nets current policy on NC-17 rated material, I'm not going to give you perverts what you want.

At least not here, though I might just change my 'Lemons of Blood'-project from merely lemons from situations in 'Tears of Blood', to a 'Lemons of Love'-project and include lemons from all my Love Hina fics. The notion does have some appeal to a major-league deviant like myself, but I wouldn't expect to see it hit the shelves on hawksgalaxy dot com anytime soon, what with RL giving me heck at the moment.

- Hawk AKA Takamura-San AKA Lord Of Perverts AKA Dirty Rotten Cliffhanging Bastard Who Deserves To Be Strung Up And Skinned Alive And Roasted Over An Open Flame And Have His Nails Pulled Out One By One And Have His Eyes Poked Out With A Rusty Nail And Have His Balls Ripped Off One At A Time

The End! ( For now... )