Harmony of One
Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina, any of its characters, or any thing Love Hina-ish. Ken Akamatsu does. So thank him for creating this awesome manga series.
A/N: Okay, so here it is, the fifth chapter! I hope this one is good! Someone complained (fairly, I might add) that they don't know who I'm referring too. I had thought I had already said that, but just to clarify. When I write "Keitaro" it is Keitaro in spirit, in Motoko's body. When I write "Motoko" it is the actual Motoko in Keitaro's body. Got it? Great! Other than that no rant today, so read on and enjoy!! Please R&R!
"…" Denotes speech
Italics Denotes thought
Bold Denotes sound effects
Certain Sounds:
GOOMPH! Means Fainting
DOOONG! Means Shock
::blah:: Denotes time/time change
------------- Denotes scene/scene change
######### Denotes daydreams and sleeping dreams
Chapter 5: Kendo Club
---------------------Keitaro's Room------------------
::Still February 16th, Monday, that night::
Keitaro was studying the yearbook. All of the same people were in it – apparently nobody actually changed classes. He took out a piece of paper and began to scribble things on it.
Girls:
Sakura – Motoko's bubbly Su-like friend
Komachi – Motoko's Comrade in Arms
Madoka – A gymnast
Maiko – Gymnast
Kazumi - ?
Hiroko - ?
Hoshiyo - ?
Boys:
Masanori – Athletic and Smart
Ryu – Lazy bum
Ikku – Stupid Trio
Katsumi – Stupid Trio
Nakamaro – Stupid Trio
Natsuo – Overweight
Hisaki – Big Fighter, wants to go After Motoko
Kano – Hisaki buffoon
Manzo – Hisaki buffoon
Montaro – Hisaki buffoon
Teachers
Math: Sensei Ueda
Science: Sensei Yayashi
History: Sensei Taji
English Sensei Adams
Japanese: Sensei Watanabe
PE: Sensei Sugimoto
Keitaro paused, looking over the list. It was complete. He sniffed the air and realized he smelled something. Perfume? Air freshener? No, that's not it, it was him. He smelled like soap and didn't like it. For some reason or another, Motoko that night had cleaned him really hard with a brush. Keitaro winced at the memory and rubbed his back.
-------------------Hinata-sou Bath-----------------------
::Earlier that Night::
"You must be extra clean and refreshed tonight so tomorrow morning you can do your exercises properly!" Motoko said. "And where did you get all your bruises from?"
"Err…Narusegawa…and…" Keitaro didn't finished his sentence.
"Okay, I get the picture," Motoko replied. She continued to scrub everywhere. Keitaro was blindfolded again.
"Motoko-chan, what do you usually do in kendo club?" Keitaro asked after a while.
"Kendo club? If you must know, I lead exercises and drills. Then usually we have a mock battle and I judge it," Motoko answered, moving around and scrubbing various places. Keitaro kept silent for a while. The pail he was sitting on felt dangerously like it might collapse.
"I shall write some example drill sets for you, so nothing goes wrong, Urashima," Motoko said. "Turn around so I can wash the front."
"W-wait, I'd thought after last time we were going to skip the front!" Keitaro protested.
"Don't be such a whiny crybaby, Urashima. It's not like I like doing this too you know!!" Motoko growled. "But if I have too, I'm going to wash you thoroughly. Do you want to be tied up again?"
"No!! I give!!" Keitaro said, and he turned around. Motoko started to rub a cloth this time over the front. It tickled as she washed various "sensitive" areas.
"So what happened at school today, Urashima?" Motoko asked after a while.
"Oh, the normal stuff," Keitaro said, wanting to skip over that subject.
"I told you what happened at your school – it is now your duty to tell me what transpired at mine," Motoko informed him.
"Oh…do I really have to?" Keitaro asked.
"Yes!!" Motoko shouted. "Jeez, it's my school after all…unless you were doing something perverted!!!" Motoko raised a sword.
"No!! I swear!!" Keitaro said, cringing and cowering.
"Hmmph! We shall, see, well, carry on Urashima," Motoko ordered. Keitaro began and told her all that had happened to the best of his memory.
"You…had…gym…and…went…into…the…GIRLS' LOCKER ROOM?!!!!" Motoko bellowed after hearing his tale.
"Err…well, you see, I was trying to stop her but–"
"UNFORGIVABLE!!!" Motoko shouted.
"No!!! Someone help meeeee!!!!" Keitaro yelled, cowering for the second time that night, waiting for the huge blast of ki that would knock him somewhere into the starry sky. No such blast came, however.
"Hmmph!" Motoko said. "Can't help it, I guess. Because you'll have to probably do that a lot, though if Komachi-chan knew…" Motoko giggled. That's right, she giggled. Does Motoko usually giggle like that?
"Sorry, Urashima, but I was just imagining what would've happened to you if Komachi-chan knew you were a guy," Motoko said, holding her hand over her mouth.
"What's with you? One moment you're threatening to kill me and the next your giggling," Keitaro said.
"Hmmph! It's not like I don't know how to laugh, Urashima," Motoko said, a frown appearing on her face. She continued to clean, and became silent. Keitaro was glad she didn't ask any more questions, because he had left out the physical checkup part. He turned red just thinking about it.
"What are you thinking, Urashima??!!" Motoko suddenly asked. She had seen him turn red, he guessed.
"Ah…nothing!! Nothing at all!!" Keitaro said.
"Can you see out of the blindfold?" Motoko asked again, this time more suspiciously.
"NO!" Keitaro shouted in fear.
"Okay…I believe you…this time…" Motoko said. She scrubbed some more, then turned to the hair.
"Urashima, I'm going to wash the hair, so make sure your blindfold doesn't fall off," Motoko warned. "And I mean it." She took a towel and started scrubbing Keitaro's head.
"Is this going to be done soon?" Keitaro asked.
"You must be clean as always, Urashima," Motoko said. After a while, she was finally done.
"Okay, you're almost done," Motoko said.
"By the way, why do you wear bindings?" Keitaro asked, stupidly.
"Whaaat? What business is that of yours?!" Motoko asked, shocked.
"Because it hurts. Why not just wear a bra – YEOW!" Keitaro suddenly screamed as Motoko took a brush and scrubbed visciously.
"Don't ever ask such things!! And if I catch you without it, then you're dead meat!" Motoko said. SCRUB!
"OW!! Don't kill me yet! Ow!"
"I just need to make sure all the dirt is gone," Motoko said. She scrubbed harder.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!!" Keitaro winced as he cried out in pain. Motoko stopped.
"There. You're all clean," Motoko said. Keitaro rubbed his head. "There's too much hair.
"Don't even THINK about cutting it off," Motoko said.
"Don't worry, you've already told me that," Keitaro replied, rubbing his head.
---------------Keitaro's Room--------------
::Present time::
Keitaro mused over the list. He was glad Motoko was beginning to get – how could he put it? – more aware of his clumsiness, perhaps. No, that wasn't right. At least she laughed today, Keitaro said. Of course, it had been a laugh about Keitaro getting beaten up by Komachi. Oh well. Keitaro pulled out the futon in his room. It was awkward now, because Motoko still demanded to use her room, but whenever the morning came…the morning. Oh darn it! I have to wake up tomorrow to work on my fighting skills. I don't want to, but I guess I have to keep up Motoko's reputation… Keitaro decided to sleep right now. He turned off the light and got into the futon. He found it odd now, sleeping with two things hanging onto his chest (of course he didn't dare mention it to anyone). During the daytime it would get so sore… Perhaps I could just take it off before I sleep, he thought. Then he thought what would happen if Motoko found out. Err…bad idea. He slept.
::February 17th, Tuesday, 5:00 AM::
Keitaro snored loudly and turned over.
"No…please don't kill me again…" he mumbled. He grunted and shifted. Slide! His door opened, and Motoko crept in. Hmm, the louse is asleep again. Won't wake up by himself, eh? Motoko thought. This should wake him up! Motoko had planned on Keitaro still sleeping, and had brought something special. She crept to the sleeping form of Keitaro and held up something to her own face. A mask, it would seem, of a monster that was grotesquely ugly. It had lumps in weird places and was missing an eye. Motoko put her face in front of Keitaro and poked him.
"No, please, I want to sleep some more mommy…" Keitaro said, turning over. Stupid pervert! Motoko went to the other side and poked him harder.
"Urashima…" she whispered. He didn't respond. Motoko grabbed his shoulders and shook him viciously.
"What is it? Who's there?" Keitaro asked, finally awake. He was rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock.
"Woah!! It's five? I'm sorry Motoko!" Keitaro said, turning around. He finally saw Motoko with her mask on. "Woah!! Why are you wearing that? Is it for training?" Motoko sweat-dropped. It didn't work. I'll have to get him next time. Motoko took it off.
"No, Urashima. Are you ready?" Motoko asked.
"Not quite…I can't find the wooden sword you gave me…" Keitaro said, looking around.
"Is it this?" Motoko asked. She held up the sword.
"Oh! Where did you find it?" Keitaro asked.
"Downstairs. Really, Urashima, if you can't even take care of your belongings, how are you going to do things like go to Todai?" Motoko asked. STAB!
"I-I…" Keitaro stuttered.
"Let's go." Motoko walked out of the room, and Keitaro scrambled to follow her. They walked down the halls and up the flight of stairs to the roof area, where the sun had just begun to peek over the clouds, sending it's orange-red rays into the sky. Keitaro looked at the calming scenery and yawned.
"Actually I just want to sleep right here…" Keitaro said, and he lay down on the wooden floor.
"Urashima! Get up!" Motoko said, and she kicked him hard.
"Ow! Okay, I'm sorry, Motoko," Keitaro said. He stood back up and brought out his sword.
"Urashima, we will begin again with the basic stroke, but I have an urge to carry on today and move to more advanced strokes. Thus, we will only do a hundred. Remember, doing them sloppily will not count as doing them at all," Motoko told him. She held her sword in a ready position. She lifted it and swung down.
"One!" Keitaro imitated Motoko's movements.
"One!" he said. Motoko repeated her pervious movement.
"Two!"
"Two!" Keitaro cried, again imitating Motoko.
::Half an hour later, 5:30 AM::
"One hundred!" Motoko said.
"One hun-hundred!" Keitaro panted. He was tired a sweating.
"How come you only did one hundred and you're already tired?" Motoko asked. "Don't be a wimp, Urashima."
"It's from yesterday…" Keitaro moaned. He stretched out his arms.
"Okay, maybe you're spirit is just permanently a spineless man-less jellyfish," Motoko commented. "Because I could daily do three thousand basic strokes before you inhabited my body." Keitaro didn't answer. He knew it was true, because he always heard her practicing each morning for hours before school started at eight.
"Well I can't be like you perfectly," Keitaro groaned.
"You can try! Okay, next is the side swing," Motoko said. She took her sword and swung it from side to side. "We will do this a hundred…well, fifty times. If we are to finish for breakfast at seven, we will have to do less. Let's go, Urashima." Motoko swung her sword.
"One!" Motoko cried.
"One," Keitaro responded, imitating her movements.
"Two!" Motoko shouted, swinging again.
"Two," Keitaro answered, following Motoko.
::Fifteen Minutes later::
"Fifty!"
"Fifty!" Keitaro swung the sword side to side.
"Okay, next is the up swing…" Motoko started to say.
::7:00 AM::
"We made good progress today, Urashima," Motoko said to a panting, gasping Keitaro. He collapsed on the floor.
"I…(pant)…do…(pant)…this…(pant)…anymore…" Keitaro said.
"Well, at least this time you managed to make it until seven. This is what we call progress," Motoko told him. "You should be happy. But get up! You're making me look ridiculous, if anyone saw me on the floor dying, my reputation would be ruined and I'd be known as the gasping girl. Come on now."
"I…(pant)…can't…" Keitaro groaned. He still lay on the roof panting for air, like a dog.
"Motoko!! Time for breakfast!" Shinobu called out from the entrance to the Hinata-sou.
"See? It's time to eat," Motoko said.
"I…feel like I'll barf if I eat…" Keitaro managed to say.
"Urashima, while practicing can hurt, not eating afterwards is even worse. It's like studying for hours before a test then not getting enough sleep prior to taking the test," Motoko said. Keitaro was hit with realization. How many times had this happened before? He could remember at least five times where he had pulled all-nighters studying with Naru, only to find out that his lack of sleep had lowered his concentration and caused him to fail the test.
"I still…can't…move…" Keitaro gasped.
"Fine, you leave me no choice," Motoko said. She bent down to pick him up. Suddenly she clutched her back. "Ow! Urashima, you're stupid body is to stiff to do anything!" She slowly stretched. CRACK!! "Ow!" Motoko grabbed a railing to keep from falling over.
"I'm…sorry…" Keitaro said in between breaths.
"Don't be sorry, keep in shape!" Motoko said. She started to stretch again, and this time was able to move – slowly.
"Urashima, we make a pathetic sight," Motoko commented. Indeed they did, because Keitaro was still on the ground, panting for breath, and Motoko could barely move.
"Okay, I think we can make it now," Motoko said. "Urashima, you have to get up!" Keitaro reached out a hand to Motoko.
"I…can…only…get…up…if…you…help," Keitaro groaned.
"Urashima, I can't bend down," Motoko said. Keitaro withdrew his hand.
"Oh…well," he said slowly. He resigned himself to lying on the wooden floor forever. Forever it seemed, though, was very short.
"Let's go!" Motoko grunted, and with a mighty pull, she brought Keitaro to his feet. Keitaro grabbed the railing as soon as he was up.
"Coming…" he said, and followed Motoko who was hobbling to the kitchen.
-------------Hinata-sou Kitchen-----------
::7:15 AM::
Motoko and Keitaro finally stumbled in.
"?" everyone asked, turning their heads.
"Yay!! It's Motoko!" Su cried, and she jumped on top of Keitaro.
"YEOW!" Keitaro yelped, and he collapsed.
"Motoko?" Su asked, on the floor.
"Su!! It's Sempai!!!" Shinobu said.
"Oh," Su replied. "Are you okay, Keitaro?" Keitaro was swirly-eyed. "Are you dead?" Motoko hobbled down and slowly sat in her seat.
"Tough morning?" Kitsune asked.
"It's only because Urashima doesn't keep his body in shape that I'm so sore," Motoko replied. She slowly started to put food into her mouth.
"Well, I assume you'll push Keitaro's body into rock hard buffness," Kitsune said. "Then maybe he'll look better," Kitsune mused, her hand on her chin. She carefully eyed Motoko.
"What are you doing?" Motoko asked after seeing Kitsune's eyes exploring her body.
"Just trying to imagine what Keitaro would look like buff," Kitsune replied nonchalantly. She continued to eye Motoko. Motoko went back to eating. Kitsune continued.
"Would you stop it?!!!" Motoko yelled.
"Okay, okay, I'm done already," Kitsune said. She went back to eating her own food. Keitaro, meanwhile, had managed to sit down and start eating. He took the chopsticks and started to eat. Suddenly he dropped them and his head hit the table. ZZZZZZZZ!
"He's out!" Su exclaimed. She poked him.
"Oh no!! How will Sempai go to school like this?" Shinobu asked worriedly.
"Urashima! Wake up!" Motoko shouted. "You can't be like this!" Keitaro continued to snore into his food.
"Okay, Su, get some water," Naru said.
"Water?" Shinobu asked. "How will that help?" Naru had walked over to the sleeping form of Keitaro and turned him over, mouth up.
"Here's the water!" Su said. Naru took the glass and poured it down his open mouth.
"You'll kill me!" Motoko suddenly shouted in horror. "And him!" COUGH! COUGH! Keitaro coughed violently and spat the water out on the floor.
"Awake now?" Naru asked. She walked back to her seat and continued to eat.
"Y-yes…" Keitaro said.
"Sempai!! Are you okay?" Shinobu cried, worried.
"Yeah, (cough) yeah, I'm fine…" Keitaro said. He picked up his chopsticks and started to eat again. Everyone finished and soon it was eight o'clock. DONG! The clock chimed, and everyone began to get ready for school. Keitaro's face fell.
"School…" he merely stated.
-----------------School, Classroom 4-E-------------------
"Motoko-chan, you look tired today," Komachi commented. Keitaro was tired. Tired of life, tired of everything. At least that was the way he felt.
"Yes, I didn't get enough sleep last night," he said.
"Mo-chan!! I can't believe you'd do something like that!" Sakura said.
"Sakura-chan is right, you always get enough sleep…" Komachi said. "I'm worried about you, Motoko-chan. Ever since yesterday you haven't been acting like yourself." Keitaro's demeanor changed immediately when he heard that.
"No! I'm alright, really!" Keitaro insisted. He picked up his attitude. Suddenly a hand slapped down on his desk.
"Sleeping today, Motoko-chan?" Hisaki said. Three big people behind him snickered. Keitaro could only guess that they were Kano, Manzo, and Montaro, the henchmen of Hisaki.
"What gives you the right to use the "chan" suffix with Motoko-chan?" Komachi asked. Sakura was giggling to herself. What is she laughing about? Keitaro thought.
"Heh, I can say chan whenever I want," Hisaki said. Keitaro thought about slipping away. "Right, Motoko-chan?" Hisaki said. Komachi got angry and her face turned red.
"Motoko!! Get rid of this idiot now!" Komachi shouted.
"You can't get rid of me, silly girl," Hisaki said. "Not unless you want to be beaten down by my friends over here." Kano, Manzo, and Montaro chuckled and cracked their knuckles menacingly.
"Motoko!" Komachi shouted. She had seen her do it plenty of times before – what was wrong with her now?
"Hisaki! Are you making trouble?" the sensei shouted. It was Sensei Taji because today they had history first period.
"No, sir," Hisaki said.
"Sit back in your seat, the class is about to start," Sensei Taji said. Hisaki and his goons went and sat down on their chairs. After Sensei Taji had started to talk, Komachi leaned over and whispered.
"Motoko-chan, what's wrong with you today? Have you seen a doctor?" she asked. Keitaro had his head down on his desk and was snoring lightly.
"Masanori!" Taji suddenly shouted. "Wake up! There will be no sleeping in my class or I'll make you squat for the entire length of it!" While this shout was not directed at Keitaro, it woke him up.
"N-no…I don't need a doctor," Keitaro said.
"I think you should," Komachi said. "And not just a basic checkup – you should get it done by a professional downtown. After Kendo Club, we'll take you."
"Yay!! I get to go on a trip with Mo-chan and Komi-chan!" Sakura cheered.
"Sakura-chan, please sit down," Sensei Taji said.
"Yes, sir." Keitaro didn't really take anything in. He was too tired. At least I finished my homework last night, he thought. Or actually, Motoko's homework.
Class went without any further hitch, and so did all the other classes. It wasn't until club time that anything interesting happened. And happen things did.
-----------------Kendo Club Headquarters-----------------
"Motoko-san!" one of the members of the Kendo club greeted. "I'm glad to see your healthy again!" She bowed. Keitaro looked around. It was mainly girls; Keitaro had expected that, but in a few cases the members turned out to be boys. Why would that be? I HATE THOSE SPINELESS JELLYFISHES! Keitaro could hear the words too clearly in his head. Motoko had only told him several hundred times before blasting him with a wave of ki. Keitaro nodded to her and walked around. Motoko had done as promised – she had written a list of drills and exercises to do.
"Oh, she's not that much better yet," Komachi said.
"Is it true, Motoko-san?"
"N-no…" Keitaro denied unconvincingly.
"She's lying. Again, Motoko-chan, you don't know what's good for you," Komachi said. "But don't worry, we'll take her to the doctor afterwards."
"Good." Keitaro coughed for attention.
"Since I'm not feeling well, according to Komachi-chan ("Don't look at me like that," Komachi said), I have a list of exercises you guys should do," Keitaro said.
"What is it, Motoko-sama?" one male member asked. Keitaro almost told him not to call him "sama," but Motoko's future actions loomed in his mind instead. He wasn't used to people looking up to him, nor for people to actually listen to him.
"Ah…" Keitaro said while perusing the list. "First we'll warm up with fifty of each stroke, basic, side, up, down, and block," Keitaro said. He remembered only too well what each of these were. Motoko had had Keitaro do many of these that same morning.
"Yes!" the club responded, and Komachi took the central position, with rows of Kendo members behind her. She swung.
"One!" she cried.
"One!" the club responded.
"Two!" Komachi swung a sword.
"Two!" the club imitated. Keitaro sat down when suddenly Sakura came and jumped on him.
"Keitaro!!!♥" she cried. Wait, Sakura calls Motoko Mo-chan, so it must be… "I'm here!!!" It was Su. "Aren't you glad?"
"Su!! What are you doing here??!!!" Keitaro whispered hoarsely. "You can't call me Keitaro here!"
"But, you are Keitaro!" Su said, confused. She jumped onto Keitaro.
"Shhh!" Keitaro whispered again. "And get off!"
"Why?"
"Mo-chan!!" Sakura shouted, running in. "Help!!"
"Sakura-chan?!!" Keitaro shouted, turning around. Sakura was running away while a big buff man came in.
"Wait, Sakura-chan, heh heh," he laughed. "I'm not done yet!" Su looked from Sakura to the big man chasing her to Keitaro.
"Mo-chan!!" Sakura shouted again, grabbing onto Keitaro like a post. Keitaro turned red, though only slightly.
"Eh?" the big man said. "Who are you?"
"She's my protector!!" Sakura shouted, sticking her tongue out at him.
"U-uh yeah! Don't do anything you'll regret!" Keitaro said. He was trying his best to be just like he thought Motoko would act. Of course, in reality, he knew that in a moment Motoko would lash out with her "Rock Splitting Technique" at this intruder without question, be Keitaro couldn't do that yet.
"How can you stop me?" the big man growled.
"Unless you didn't notice," Keitaro said. "You've just walked into a kendo club."
"Oh yeah? Well, unless you didn't notice, stupid girl, you've just met the master of the judo club!" The big man cracked his knuckles. Oh no!! I'm soooooooo dead! Keitaro thought, but his outside was unchanged. He was trying really hard to fight the urge that told him to save his own skin. "And I've brought all of my buddies, heh heh." It was true, as several similarly tough guys started to walk in the hall. They all cracked their knuckles like a percussion ensemble. Komachi had halted the practice.
"We could crush you like the worm you are, you spineless nematode!" Komachi shouted. "I dare you to take us on!"
"Oh, you got me now! Prepare to fight!"
"Wait!" one of the boys said. "The teachers might catch us!"
"Oh, so backing down are you? I thought as much," the Judo club leader taunted.
"No, I'm just saying Motoko-sama and you should battle instead of all of us. It makes more sense that way," the boy member said. No!! That is the worst thing out of all! Keitaro thought. His urge swelled, but somehow he managed to stay put. It could've been out of fear, though.
"Good idea. You game? I'll crush you like the wimpy girl you are!" the big man shouted. Keitaro was busy, however, remembering the one time he had got into a fight in high school. The result had not been pretty.
-------------------------Keitaro's High School-----------------------
::Sometime in the past::
"What did you call me?" a big boy asked. "What did you say?" He pushed a high school sized Keitaro into the wall.
"I was just saying that my mom makes the best pastries and buns!" Keitaro shouted. He was adamant about few things, but this he was sure of.
"Yeah, and I'm a monkey's uncle!! Stupid! Of course your mom doesn't make the best ones," the boy told him. He grabbed the box that Keitaro was holding. "Let's see what's in here?"
"Don't you dare!" Keitaro said, but he was pushed away. By now, a semi-large crowd had gathered.
"Ooooo, look it's the best bun in the world! Ha! This is what I think of your buns!" He took it and threw it to the ground, stepping on it and squashing the bun. The carefully made bun broke, the black bean paste inside oozing out. "Hey! I got some paste on my shoe! Lick it off, Keitaro! Or else!" The boy made a slicing motion across his neck and raised his shoe.
"Lick it! Lick it!" the crowd chanted. Keitaro had a different idea. He grabbed the other boy's leg and pulled.
"Woah!" the bully cried, slipping and falling on his back. BAM!! SQUORSH!! He landed on the bun. "Why you!!" Keitaro had (after asking for his mother's forgiveness) opened the box and mashed all the black bean buns in it into the bully's face. SQUASH!!!
"Ooooooooo," the crowd went.
"You…you…" the bully growled while standing up. Keitaro had his arms crossed in defiance.
"Hmmph!" He said. The crowd murmured in surprise. Since when had Keitaro gotten so out of line? He never did anything even remotely troublesome.
"TAKE THIS, IDIOT!!!" the bully bellowed, smashing Keitaro across the face. BAAAAM!!! He left Keitaro a smoldering wreck across the hall and walked away.
"Keitaro-kun! Are you all right?" a teacher had ran up and was poking Keitaro to see if he would respond.
"Oww…" he moaned. ("How is he still alive?" the crowd asked.)
-------------------Kendo Club Headquarters--------------------
::Present Time::
"HAHAHA!!! Looks like your sempai is too weak for anything!" the judo club member roared. Keitaro snapped back to the situation on hand. Yes, last time in high school he had been plastered, but at least he was respected for sticking up for himself. But then again, usually he was a wimp and now usually the person he by some messed series of events was, was usually strong. What should I do? Keitaro thought.
"Motoko-san! You cannot let this worm make fun of you like this!" a member cried. "Defeat him now!"
"Defeat me? You cannot defeat me!" the Judo Leader roared. Keitaro didn't know what to do, but Komachi quickly ended that.
"Motoko-chan accepts the challenge! There is no way she cannot lose!" Komachi cried, and she pushed Keitaro forwards.
"Eh?" Keitaro asked, still thinking about what to do.
"Alright! Prepare to die!!!" the Judo leader shouted. Su, meanwhile, who had been watching this all this time, was scared. Oh no!! Keitaro's going to get beaten up and die! I know, I'll stall him with a special weapon I made last night!
"Wait, wait just a moment…" Keitaro said, but the Judo leader lunged.
"HIYA!!!" he cried, swinging a fist. Keitaro tried to dodge it, but only managed to half-dodge it. BAM! Keitaro was hit. "Haha! So easy!"
"Motoko-chan!! How could you?!! GET BACK UP AND FINISH HIM!!" Komachi shouted in Keitaro's face, scaring him. Su suddenly handed Keitaro something.
"Psst! Use this! Put it on the blade of your sword!" Su whispered, and she walked away leaving Keitaro wondering what Su had given her.
"Who is she? Another pathetic girl?" the Judo leader asked. He was in a fighting pose, his feet spread apart and fists at the ready. Keitaro examined the object in his hand, and stuck it as directed on the blade of his sword. "Take this!" The Judo leader swung again, but the sword suddenly flew towards his hand and smacked it away.
"That's right, now take him down!" Komachi cheered. BAM! BAM!! BAAAM!!!! The sword forced Keitaro into swinging several times, but the Judo leader managed to block it.
"Oh, so you're finally fighting back!" he said. "Good, but it won't help you!" And the Judo leader suddenly started to unleash a major assault.
"Errk!" Keitaro yelped, but somehow the sword blocked each and every attack. Suddenly the device on the sword spoke – "DIE!!!"
"What?" the Judo leader asked.
"ROCK SPLITTING TECHNIQUE!!!" And the sword flashed down and the Judo leader went flying into the distance. Eh? Keitaro asked himself.
"Ha! I knew Motoko-chan would win!" Komachi said. "Now leave!" The Judo club slowly filed out of the Kendo Club's place.
"Good job, Motoko-chan!" Komachi said. Keitaro dropped the sword in a hurry. It landed on the floor with a clatter. "?" Komachi peered at Keitaro. "What's wrong?"
"Ah…" Keitaro stuttered. I can't say I'm scared the sword will strike out and kill me… Keitaro said. Komachi picked up the sword. "Here, don't be so clumsy. Maybe I'll mention this to the doctor."
"How many times do I need to tell you I don't need a doctor!! Look, I just defeated that guy, which proves I'm okay? Okay?!!" Keitaro said, loudly in a hurry.
"Okay okay, jeez, don't get so angry," Komachi said. Keitaro sighed in relief.
"Good, Komachi-chan." Su jumped on Keitaro.
"And who's this? Su-chan, am I right?" Komachi asked.
"Yup!♥" Su answered. Sakura came over.
"Thank you Mo-chan!!♥" she squealed, grabbing Keitaro in a fierce hug. Keitaro turned bright red.
"Uh…Sakura-chan, you're welcome, but could you release me…"
"Thank you, I was so scaaaareed!" Sakura whined.
"What did we tell you about getting mixed up with boys?" Komachi said. "Next time don't do it!"
"I love you Mo-chan!" Sakura said. Keitaro just blushed red and looked away.
"Ahem, but, err, I have to be getting home now…" Su leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"I bet you're loving it, pervert!♥" she said.
"What?!! No!" Keitaro said to Su.
"Okay, that's enough, Sakura-chan," Komachi said. She finally let go, but Keitaro had had too much. He fainted.
"Motoko-chan?"
"Mo-chan?"
"Keitaro?"
::Later::
"Ahh!" Keitaro yelped as he sat up suddenly. He was lying on a bed in a hospital…no wait it wasn't. No hospital was this…pink. Where was he?
"Ah, Motoko-chan, you're awake," Komachi said.
"Where am I?" Keitaro asked. He was in a room that was pink. There was no other way to put it. Pink. There were various posters hung up on the wall with actors on them in "manly" poses. The bed he was on had frilly pink covers and the dresser had crystal figurines – unicorns, horses, mice, and other animals.
"At Sakura's house," Komachi said. "It is the closest one to the school."
"Ah," Keitaro responded. I should have guessed as much, he thought.
"Mo-chan, I made tea!" Sakura said.
"And I helped her!" Su cried out.
"Those two have become fast friends," Komachi whispered. "But now that you're better, I feel it better to leave. Personally, I feel a discomforting aura from this room." Komachi got up. "But we'll drink tea first, because it'll make you feel better." Keitaro was handed a steaming cup of tea while the others sat around a heated table and chatted lightly.
"So, Su, where do you live?"
"Oh, I live in an apartment with Motoko!" Su cried out.
"Yes, the Hinata-sou, correct?" Komachi said.
"Uh huh!" Su replied.
"Is it good there?" Komachi asked.
"Oh, it's great! I love it, and our manager is so funny!" Su shouted. Keitaro, hearing this, got out of bed in a hurry.
"Ah, we have to go now, so thanks for the tea Sakura-chan!"
"Oh, but you can't go yet!" Sakura pouted. "I haven't even let you see my special collection!" Sakura got up and searched her closet for something.
"What is this a collection of?" Keitaro asked wearily.
"You'll see!" Sakura said. She kept on searching while Komachi sipped her tea.
"What is so great about this manager, Su?" Komachi asked.
"That's easy!"
"It is?" Keitaro asked in horror.
"Yup!! He's fun to play with!" Su cried.
"Well, that's good, and…wait, did you say "he?" Isn't the Hinata-sou a all-girls dormitory?"
"Ah…" Keitaro stuttered. "Well, it's a long story and–"
"Motoko-chan! I cannot allow you to live under the rule of a man!" Komachi cried.
"Don't worry! Keitaro's a really great guy!" Su said.
"Oh? And what are his redeeming qualities?" Komachi asked Su. But before Su could list Keitaro's "redeeming" qualities, Sakura came back out and plopped a stack of magazines in front of Keitaro.
"I found them!" She said. Keitaro took a look and spit his tea that he was drinking all over the place. It was "Cosmo" magazines. Get the guy in 5 days! We tell YOU how to do it in ten simple steps! The front cover boasted.
"Mo-chan, now you can find a guy! These are also for Komachi!" Sakura said.
"Sakura-chan!! We DON'T need these!" Komachi said, and she took them and threw them in the trash.
"Hey!! My collection!" Sakura wailed. "I saved them up for you guys too!"
"Sakura-chan, do you not remember anything from this afternoon?" Komachi asked.
"But I wasn't even looking for boys at that point!" Sakura wailed. Keitaro got up as Su jumped on him.
"Well, I thank you again, Sakura-chan, but I have to go home before they start worrying about me," Keitaro said. Komachi stopped arguing with Sakura and grabbed Keitaro's arm as he started to leave.
"I will escort you home. I am interested to meet this "manager" of yours," Komachi said.
"No!! I mean, no thank you, but I'm okay," Keitaro said.
"?" Su asked. She put a finger in her mouth and cocked her head to a side.
"No," Komachi said. "And you can't stop me, Motoko-chan."
"I want to come too!" Sakura said.
"Yes, that's a good idea," Komachi said. "Now let us go." Keitaro's whole demeanor drooped. What was going to happen?
------------------------------Hinata-sou-------------------------
::5:00 PM::
"Where is that idiot?" Naru complained.
"A-ah, I don't know. I don't even know where Su went after school…" Shinobu said. All the residents of the Hinata-sou were sitting in the living room, waiting for Keitaro and Su to start dinner soon.
"He should at least call!" Naru said. Motoko was studying Todai material. The exam was coming up soon, but she had been doing well.
"Oh? Is someone worried about their future partner?" Kitsune asked, taking a short break from watching TV to tease her best friend.
"Wha-what? There's no such thing!" Naru said.
"Shinobu, you might as well start to cook without them. They'll be back eventually," Motoko said.
"Motoko, you look quite studious today. Just like Keitaro!" Kitsune said.
"Well, it is difficult," Motoko commented. SLIDE!
"I'm ba-back," Keitaro panted, apparently tired.
"Yay!" Su shouted. She hopped down lightly from Keitaro's back and into the Hinata-sou.
"Finally!" Naru said. "You know, idiot, you could've at least called to tell us you'd be late."
"Ah, Narusegawa…" Keitaro began, but was cut off.
"Hey!! Motoko-chan is not an idiot, but a hard worker! Who are you to criticize?" Motoko's ears perked up. She looked up and saw to her complete abject horror that Komachi was there.
"Who are you?" Naru asked.
"I'm Iida Komachi, friend of Motoko-chan," she said. "And who are you?"
"I'm Narusegawa Naru," Naru answered.
"Huh, and you must be Urashima Keitaro!" Komachi said, pointing at Motoko.
"Ah…Komachi-chan, wait a moment…"
"Hey!! I didn't say a spineless man like you could use the "chan" suffix," Komachi said.
"Mo-chan, you didn't tell me that you're manager was so cute!" Sakura said, who had run up to Motoko and was examining her.
"Wha-wha-what?!!" Motoko and Keitaro said at once.
"Did you say cute, Sakura-chan? Even though I don't usually say things like this, you obviously have not looked properly. Are you blind? This is a spineless worm!" Komachi said.
"Heh heh…" Keitaro laughed nervously.
"Urashima…come here…" Motoko growled, grabbing him aside.
"Hold on Komachi-chan…" Keitaro said while being pulled aside.
"Why did you bring them here?" Motoko asked.
"Ah, well, you see, I didn't exactly do that. They said they wanted to see who was the manager of the dorm, and–" Keitaro started.
"Why didn't you tell them no?!" Motoko hissed at him.
"I tried, but–"
"You didn't try hard enough!" Motoko whispered in anger.
"I'm sorry, Motoko-chan," Keitaro apologized.
"Hmmph!" Motoko said.
"Well?" Komachi said. "Don't you have anything to say?" Motoko turned around. She knew what mindset Komachi was in – after all, she had been in the same mindset and knew her best friend after all.
"Komachi-chan, don't worry. I have not touched Motoko-chan, or done anything even slightly inappropriate," Motoko said.
"Really now?" Komachi asked. Suddenly, Naru started laughing. "What's wrong? Is…Urashima lying?" she asked. Keitaro mentally sighed. She sounds exactly like Motoko… he thought sadly. Why do people hate me so?
"No, of course not," Keitaro said.
"Good, I'd hate for anything bad to happen to you, Motoko-chan," Komachi said.
"Nothing bad has happened!" Keitaro said. Komachi peered at all the residents and around the room. Nothing seemed…out of order.
"Seems okay Motoko-chan. But I want to know more about…him," Komachi said, pointing to Motoko. Motoko was worried. Perhaps the only way to get Komachi-chan away is to tell her the truth! But, would she believe me?
"Therefore, I'll be staying over tonight to determine the discipline of that man," Komachi said.
"Oh oh, me too!" Sakura said.
"Yay! More people!" Su said.
"WHAATT?!!" Keitaro shouted, his jaw dropping.
"Au! I have to cook more now!" Shinobu said, and she ran into the kitchen.
"Who is that girl?" Komachi asked.
"Oh, that's Shinobu! She makes really good food!" Su said.
"You know, Komachi, you should be nicer," Sakura said. She poked Motoko in the belly. "He's not that bad!"
"S-sakura-chan!" Keitaro yelped. "Don't say that!"
"That's right, Sakura-chan, he's a lecherous perverted male!" Komachi said. Motoko's angry vein popped up. Grr…she' right, but only because Urashima is a pervert! If only I was myself, this wouldn't be happening! Motoko thought. Kitsune's eyes raised in question.
"Sakura…chan, eh?" she asked.
"Yes?" Sakura answered.
"I'm Konno Mitsune, but my nickname is Kitsune," Kitsune said, coming up and shaking hands. "I have to tell you something…" Kitsune lead Sakura away.
"That's final, we'll have to stay here tonight," Komachi said.
"What's final? Wh-Why are you suddenly saying that?" Keitaro stuttered.
"There's just something wrong in here. I intend to find out what it is," Komachi said. Keitaro sighed. Not another problem to deal with, he thought.
"Food's ready!" Shinobu called out.
"FOOD!" Su cried, and she jumped into the kitchen. Keitaro walked towards the kitchen dragging his feet.
"Hey, get up!" Komachi said, and she slapped Keitaro on the back. While with Motoko this would have gotten her to go faster, Keitaro instead flew forward and landed on Naru.
"P-pervert!!!!!!" Naru shouted, not able to withhold herself.
"DIE!!" Motoko shouted, not able to contain herself either. "ROCK SPLITTING TECHNIQUE!!" WOOSH!! BAAAM!!!
"Aiieeeeee!" Keitaro shouted. Komachi was very very confused. She was frozen in shock, not able to decipher what had happened. Okay, so two girls bumped into each other, why is one a pervert? And how does that man, Urashima, know Motoko's special move? Even the best of the best at the kendo club don't know how to perform that move! Perhaps he isn't spineless after all…wait, where is Motoko-chan?!
"Aiieeee!" Keitaro shrieked, falling back down from the ceiling and slamming into the ground. BAAAM!!!
"Motoko-chan!" Komachi cried, running over. Kitsune and Sakura came back from wherever they had been. Sakura was giggling.
"Ow…" Keitaro groaned. He got up just as Komachi reached his position and they crashed. BONK! Down they both went, Keitaro and Komachi on the ground.
"Mo-chan!! Komi-chan!" Sakura ran to them. They were both unconscious.
::After Dinner::
Everyone had eventually made it to the dinner table and eaten something. Su grabbed a big portion of Keitaro's meal, but otherwise nothing big happened. Su had retired to her room to invent things, Shinobu had gone to do homework, and Naru, Motoko, Keitaro, and Komachi were sitting in the living room. Kitsune was off somewhere with Sakura, "poisoning the young woman's mind" as Motoko had said during dinner.
"So…Urashima, I couldn't help but notice the Rock Splitting Technique you performed earlier," Komachi began. "A move that is only known to Motoko-chan over here…how is it possible that you know it?"
"Oh…well, you see, err…Motoko taught me," Motoko said, not very convincingly.
"It is true that Motoko is a good teacher, but why would she teach you?" Komachi asked. "She hasn't taught anyone else in the Kendo Club."
"That's because she's shown more aptitude for it than others!" Keitaro quickly interjected.
"'She'? Don't you mean he?" Komachi asked.
"Idiot!" Naru said, and she threw a pillow at Keitaro. POOF! It landed in Keitaro's face.
"Sorry, sorry," Keitaro apologized. He had forgotten. First I have to learn to call a guy she, then I have to go back to he. It's all very confusing, Keitaro thought.
"Oh well, I feel like a bath," Komachi said. "Is there one?"
"Actually there's a hot springs!" Kitsune said, entering the room with Sakura who was holding something…suspicious.
"Hot Springs?!" Komachi said. "I love hot springs! Motoko-chan, let's go right now!" Komachi grabbed Keitaro and dragged him in the direction of the hot springs.
"Hey!! Wait!" Motoko yelled. She would not let her best friend be seen in the nude by the likes of Urashima!! No, this would be a most immoral act!! Motoko thought.
"What?" Komachi asked.
"You, ah, don't realize we have a schedule!" Motoko said.
"Oh?" Kitsune asked. "This is the first time I've heard of it." What is Kitsune doing? Trying to plague my best friend? NO! She'll ruin me! I'm sure the perverted Urashima is glad! Motoko angrily thought.
"Komachi, err, I already took a bath!" Keitaro said.
"When? When you were unconscious this afternoon?" Komachi said. "Fine, I can see that you don't want to take a bath, but I'm going!" Komachi stomped away down the hall as Kitsune's faced dropped.
"Hey, what was that all about?!" Kitsune muttered angrily as soon as Komachi rounded the corner.
"What are you talking about?" Naru said. "Don't be a dirty old pervert! Were you trying to get Keitaro here to bathe with Komachi-chan?"
"Of course not! Just merely far enough!" Kitsune denied.
"Kitsune, I don't want you to do that ever again to my friends! What would Urashima do if he saw her?!"
"What else would a man do?" Kitsune asked, now beginning to get playful.
"Kitsune!" Keitaro complained. "I wouldn't do anything!"
"Oh…but you're a man….and you know men, they can't help it sometimes…" Kitsune said softly.
"Listen! Just because I happen to be Urashima right now does not mean you can get away with these things!!!" Motoko bellowed. "If I wasn't Urashima, this would've never happened!" GASP!! Motoko heard something and saw a glimpse of someone running away.
"Who was that?" Keitaro asked.
"Who else would gasp like that, idiot?" Naru shouted, running after the person.
"Wait! Hold up!" Motoko shouted. She also ran after the person.
"Wait, I'm really confused, who was that?" Keitaro asked Kitsune the only person left.
"Oh, I think it was Komachi," Kitsune said, nonchalantly. She walked back to the living room, up the flight of stairs, and to her room.
"I think that I'm in deeeeeep trouble now," Keitaro moaned.
A/N: Alright, chapter five is done! Kaput! Finished! I hope you enjoyed reading it, but I don't know if Komachi should learn of the switch. Do you guys think she should? Perhaps just for laughs, she should…I just realized I released three chapters (to different stories) within a week! Or at least, almost a week! Wow, how much free time had I had? Please R&R!!