Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina.

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"Oh my! Have I come here at a bad time?" Tsuruko's voice asked.

Both Motoko and Keitaro slowly turned their heads to look at Tsuruko, who had her robe undone and was wearing fundoshi. She still had her chest wrappings on. Motoko looked at Keitaro and saw that he was staring at Tsuruko and his mouth open in a way that annoyed her.

So she quickly covered his eyes with her hands and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see how my Imouto-chan and her fiance were doing. Of course, if you were engaging in certain activities, then I would have left…" Tsuruko answered as she covered her mouth with her robe-covered hand. "And later, I would make sure that Urashima takes responsibility."

While both Keitaro and Motoko blushed, the latter was glared at her sister. Tsuruko let out an amused huff before she said, "But since I arrived before anything could happen, I can go ahead and ask some questions then."

"Why now? Why not later?" Motoko spat.

Keitaro was thinking to himself in something of a chant, 'Don't do anything that might anger Motoko or her sister. Don't think of anything that'll make Motoko believe that I'm perving on her sister.'

"I believe your fellow tenants would spy on us," Tsuruko replied in a matter-of-fact tone. That somehow made Motoko calm down, but sigh in an annoyed tone as she nodded.

"Keitaro, just keep your eyes closed," Motoko whispered to her boyfriend.

"Yes'm," Keitaro answered before Motoko removed her hands from his head.

With her mouth still covered, Tsuruko asked, "So what was the oddest place you made out at?"

"Ane-ue!" Motoko yelled as she and Keitaro blushed some more. "What kind of question is that?"

"I'm curious," Tsuruko asked, like there wasn't an intent to embarrass her sister.

As Motoko began to sputter in anger and embarrassment, Keitaro felt Tsuruko's gaze fall on him. "Mr. Urashima, can you answer the question."

"Well, there was that cospla-" Keitaro began to say before Motoko covered his mouth.

"He has no idea! His memory is fuzzy at times," Motoko shouted as she let of of Keitaro's mouth. Seeing a naughty twinkle appear in Tsuruko's eyes, Motoko quickly said, "Naru hits him a lot and Su fires Rockets at him at a moment's notice!"

After making a small number of annoyed 'tch' noises, Tsuruko said, "Oh, Motoko. What kind of girlfriend allows other women to attack her boyfriend? Is that some weird form of S&M?"

"TSURUKO!" Both Motoko and Keitaro yelled.

"It isn't like that!" Motoko said.

"I'm just a natural klutz!" Keitaro quickly answered.

"Oh well. Next question. Mr. Urashima, how much is Motoko into cosplay?" Tsuruko asked.

"Quite a bit," Keitaro said before Motoko slapped his shoulder. "What? She asked me a question!"

"Things like that should be kept a secret between us," Motoko muttered as she looked away from Keitaro. Tsuruko giggled a little bit more before she put down her arm and began to walk towards the couple.

"Is it alright if I enter the hot springs?" Tsuruko asked.

"Only if Keitaro keep his eyes closed…" Motoko growled before she childishly pouted.

"Perhaps you should give him your towel to cover his eyes?" Tsuruko asked as she entered the hot spring. "Oh my… It has been a long time since I've been to such a nice hot spring…"

"Thanks. I do my best to keep the place nice and clean," Keitaro replied with pride in his voice.

"Oh… Well, now I'm tempted to give my blessing for your union for merely the hot spring!" Tsuruko said.

"You can't be that shallow, Ane-ue…" Motoko muttered as she turned to look at her sister. Tsuruko chuckled in response.

"I think she's joking, Motoko…" Keitaro said as he began to turn around. "I'm turning around, so I can open my eyes."

"As for my next question…" Tsuruko said before she was was interrupted.

"Do not dare to ask if we are… if we… ARGH!" Motoko uttered, before rubbed the sides of her head in anger.

"There is no need. While I do not know Mr. Urashima well enough to tell, I do know my Imouto-chan enough to know if she took that step to adulthood or not," Tsuruko replied. "But I am pleased to know that you are both interested in each other physically."

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't leave the hot springs, if all you're here for is to tease me and Keitaro!'" Motoko loudly said with a blush as she stood up.

"Oh my! Motoko must trust her fiance so much, that she's willing to leave him alone with me!" Tsuruko said with a few giggles. Then in a not-so-humorous tone, she added, "And do not think of attacking me, as you know how strong my word is at the Shinmei-ryu, Imouto-chan."

"I know you are Motoko's sister, but do not speak to her like that," Keitaro said, sounding like he would try his best to defend Motoko. Tsuruko studied him for a moment before she decided that he would actually do so.

"Our family deals with a wide variety of things that are strange and unusual at best, and outright terrifying and murderous at worst," Tsuruko began. "I am merely trying to have some fun as I try to find some loopholes to what I must do."

Keitaro turned around and put his arm around Motoko's legs as he asked, "What are you talking about?"

The slight waver in his voice showed that he remembered what Motoko had told him mere minutes ago.

"Anue-ue… Please don't…" Motoko muttered as she froze in place, barely acknowledged that Keitaro was looking at her sister.

"I don't know if you are aware of this, but there is a world beyond the life that normal people know about. If you aren't able to handle it, I must separate you and Motoko for your own good, Mr. Urashima," Tsuruko explained.

"Motoko?" Keitaro asked as he looked up. To his surprise and concern, Motoko was terrified.

"She cannot tell you until you are ready," Tsuruko said. "And I cannot tell you, either. I can test yours and Motoko's skills, but I am uncertain how yet. I think I will sleep on it."

"No matter what happens, I will protect and take care of Motoko in any way I can!" Keitaro declared as he glared at Tsuruko.

"Have you encountered anything unusual in your life, Urashima?" Tsuruko asked. "Anything, even the smallest instance of something that doesn't fit?"

Keitaro looked off to the side and thought for a few moments. "Well... I guess my sister's hobby might count."

"And that might be?" Tsuruko asked, a slight tone of curiosity in her tone.

"Kanako, my sister, is pretty good at disguises, even somehow able to wear masks that don't quite fit her head shape because they're too small to wear. It's almost like she's able to reconfigure herself to wear them. If I had to describe it in only a few words, Kanao is as good of a ninja as Motoko is as good of as a samurai," Keitaro answered as he looked at the elder Aoyama. "There's also the weird stories granny likes to tell sometimes. And maybe the training I went through... Kinda wish I had continued it now..."

Her response was an unenthusiastic "Hn."

"What? Does that not count?" Keitaro asked, getting a little bit upset at a perceived insult.

"It might, but I'll have to doublecheck with a few people..." Tsuruko said. "But enough serious chat. Let's enjoy the hot springs for now."

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The rest of the time in the hot springs was a bit tense, but rather uneventful. Tsuruko was quiet and pondered how to handle the situation of Motoko and Keitaro"s relationship. Motoko stayed close to Keitaro, but had undone her towel to free her breasts before she hugged Keitaro's arms. Keitaro somewhat enjoyed the attention he was getting from Motoko, but was trying not to look at Tsuruko due to the fact that only her hair and chest wrappings were covering up her breasts. It didn't help matters when Motoko grew jealous enough that she bumped into Keitaro to get his attention and then began to shed her towel. Both sistered enjoyed how he blushed and panicked as he tried to avoid looking at them

After the three left the hot springs and began to get dressed, Motoko began to think to herself.

'Should I stay by Keitaro's side or try to learn what challenge Ane-ue is going to have us face? The later might give me more time to prepare, but pressing too hard might make Ane-ue decide to simply make me go back home...' Motoko thought as she binded her chest. 'and spending time with Keitaro might make her decide that I've gotten soft and thus be forced to go through more training at home...'

Her shoulders slumped as she looked at the floor. 'There is no easy victory in this...'

"Imouto-chan?" Tsuruko asked as she finished putting on her hakama.

"I'm... I'm going to go see Keitaro!" Motoko said before she haphazardly put on her clothes and quickly left the changing room.

A part of Tsuruko wanted to go comfort Motoko. Deciding to indulge that urge, Tsuruko walked over to the door. The moment she reached the door, she heard someone.

"Motoko? is everything-" Keitaro's voice asked before Tsuruko heard the sounds of what she thought was Motoko glomping Keitaro.

"Keitaro, I have no idea how long we have together. but-" Motoko's voice said in a tone close to crying. After a brief pause, she asked in an annoyed tone, "Why are your arms on my bare back?"

"I didn't. I thought you were slipping off your clothes?" Keitaro's voice asked back.

A few more seconds later. Motoko let out "Kyah! Don't look!"

Tsuruko then heard the sounds of two sets of feet running away. She then smiled and shook her head as she thought, 'Motoko's improved. I wonder how long ago would she have punished Urashima for her clothes falling off because she didn't quite put them on correctly?'

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Sometime later in his room, Keitaro was sitting at the small table and was looking around while his mind wandered. He was currently wondering how to explain how he and Motoko dealt with being fiances in secret during the first few weeks.

Then his eyes came across his photo album. He smiled as he reached over and picked it up. As he returned to his seat, he began to flip through it. Keitaro couldn't help but chuckle in a warm manner as he went through the slow progression of pictures. In the beginning of their relationship, the pictures of Motoko were of her blushing in an embarrassed manner while trying to look like a stern samurai. As more pictures were being taken, she relaxed and smiled more, even wearing something other than her Hakama.

The most recent pictures has her smiling, laughing, and even rubbing her cheek against his while she had her hands give a victory sign. When she was blushing in those, it was very rarely because she was embarrassed. Once it was because they decided to make out as the picture was being taken. Motoko decided to keep that picture in her private collection, though. No amount of begging could change her mind.

"Maybe when dinner is dying down, I oughta let the others see the latest pictures…" Keitaro muttered to himself.

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Notes from HotelKatz :This fanfic was an idea started by Antimatter of . They are also the planner of this fic.

A huge round of thanks to chronodekar and everybody else at TheFanfictionForums for their suggestions.