Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Blizzard ❯ Entropy ( Chapter 5 )
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By: hawker_748 
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.19.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 3.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.19.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 3.9K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
C+C is welcome at hawker_748@hotmail.com.
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Lemon Warning: This fic contains strong language and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Love Hina:
Blizzard
Chapter Five: Entropy
Keitaro could feel sweat on his face, running in rivulets towards his nose and chin, falling off in irregular drips, shaking loose as he continued to fuck Yuki mercilessly. His eyes were closed, and he could hear his ragged breathing coming from between clenched teeth, as he thrust himself inside of her as fast and as deep as he could.
Yuki’s increasingly desperate gasps reached his ears through his pleasure, her own heart rate as fast as his, maybe even a little faster, and Keitaro could feel her pulse against his palms as he increased his hold on her throat. His grip on Yuki’s throat was rivaled only by the way her pussy was clenching his cock, causing each successive stroke to feel as if she was getting tighter and tighter.
Keitaro started grunting as he approached climax, his grip reflexively loosening, in spite of his anger at Yuki. She wheezed, desperately trying to get more air to her lungs as the constriction was eased. “P-pathetic little shit…” she rasped, her ever present glare boring into him. “Your balls still haven’t dropped…”
“Shut… the… fuck… up… bitch!” Keitaro snarled, tightening his grip and slamming into Yuki with all the violence he could bring forth. Staring back into her eyes, he took savage pleasure in seeing hints of concern and worry there. ‘They still look like Shinobu’s…’ he noticed.
Before his eyes, Yuki’s expression began to slowly change. The lines on her face began to fade, and a look of unearthly ecstasy came over her features. A blush appeared on her face, and her lips curled up and parted a little, her pleasure becoming obvious. Puzzled, Keitaro idly blinked away a few stray drops of sweat from his eyes, and when his vision cleared, he noticed with a jolt of terror that he was no longer driving his cock into Yuki, but that his partner had become Shinobu.
Horrified, Keitaro willed his hands to open and push himself off of her, but they refused to acknowledge his order, tightening up even more. He continued to drive himself into Shinobu, his orgasm imminent, his hysterical shrieking only audible in his mind. Shinobu’s eyes were locked onto his, and she was somehow panting from her exertions, the sound rough and ragged due to her airway being almost completely closed. Yet the look of rapture was still clear on her face, even as she began to change color.
Keitaro couldn’t look away, couldn’t close his eyes, and couldn’t ignore the sensation of Shinobu forcing her hips up in time with his own brutal thrusts. Shinobu reached up and tenderly placed her right hand on his left cheek, her soft touch causing Keitaro to climax, firing his hot seed deep into Shinobu, her Kegel muscles clenching him tightly, as he cried out, Keitaro tightening his grip still further.
Shinobu let out a strangled scream, the expression on her face clearly orgasmic, as her hand came away from Keitaro’s cheek and fell limply to the floor.
Keitaro’s head started to clear as the endorphins he’d released began to dissipate. Still breathing heavily, Keitaro looked down and saw Shinobu lying there, his hands not feeling a pulse at her neck, staring up at him vacant-eyed. She still wore the same blissful, loving expression, her eyes blank and lifeless, her lips curled up in a smile, even as her tongue lolled out of it. He could feel new warmth between his legs as her bladder and bowel were voided post-mortem, and the foul reek reached his nose.
Keitaro screamed, and lurched up in his futon, horror and disgust flooding his mind. His shirt and shorts were sodden with his perspiration, and his hair felt like he’d just gotten out of the shower. A wave of nausea gripped him, and he scrabbled over to the wastebasket and vomited into it, using the sharp, repulsive taste to assure himself that he was now awake, and he desperately tried to push the nightmare back into the ether.
Once he’d purged himself, and the retching had passed, Keitaro belatedly noticed a warm stickiness in his boxers. He pulled back the waistband and was sickened to discover that he’d ejaculated while he’d slept. Numbly taking off his boxers and tossing them into the trash, Keitaro retrieved a clean pair, putting them on before removing the sweat soaked t-shirt as well. Wishing that he’d bought a new bottle of scotch to replace the one he’d finished, and covering his ears with his pillow to muffle the sounds of knocking on his door, as some of the residents tried to find out why he’d awakened them with his scream, Keitaro tried to fall back asleep.
But fear, both of what he would dream about, and what a dream like that could mean, kept Keitaro awake for the rest of the night.
***
Drip-drip-drip.
Kitsune stared balefully at the leaky tap, the sound of water plinking in the sink was driving her mad. She’d awoken with a mild hangover, and the dripping was working like Chinese Water Torture on her nerves. She tried to ignore it, to put it out of her mind, but it kept dripping relentlessly, keeping time better than a metronome.
Drip-drip-drip.
Exasperated, Kitsune got up from the table and stalked over to the faucet, turning the cold tap in an effort to shut off the accursed dripping. She let out a sigh of relief when the water stopped, feeling a disproportionate amount of satisfaction at the cessation of the racket. Feeling pleased with herself, Kitsune turned back to the table, savoring the thought of finishing her snack in peace.
Drip.
Drip.
With an enraged snarl, Kitsune whirled back to the faucet, seized the cold tap with both hands and twisted it hard, struggling to completely shut off the water. She cried out in surprise when the handle suddenly came loose, twisting without resistance, and the tap continued to drip. “Dammit!” she screamed in frustration. “What the hell is wrong with Keitaro?!”
“Kitsune, what’s wrong?” asked Naru, drawn to the kitchen with the other residents by Kitsune’s enraged bellowing.
“The stupid tap still drips, it’s driving me nuts!”
Shinobu walked up to the sink and tried the tap. “It’s broken, what did you do Kitsune?”
“I tried to shut it off…”
“It doesn’t work at all now…” Shinobu observed.
Kitsune flushed with embarrassment. “Guess I got a little carried away…” she murmured. “But it’s been leaking for a long time, and we told Keitaro about it over a week ago. Why hasn’t he fixed it yet?” she demanded, trying to deflect attention from her destruction of the faucet.
The other residents paused to consider that. “Um, why hasn’t sempai been around?” Shinobu wondered.
“He hasn’t played with me in over a week,” Su lamented, her shoulders slumped in depression.
“And he still hasn’t fixed my floor,” Motoko sighed wistfully.
“Yeah, he’s been squestering himself in his room,” Kitsune pointed out. “Haven’t seen much of him since… well, since he got back from meeting your mom, Shinobu.”
“That’s right,” Naru realized. She turned to the resident chef. “Did something happen when he met your mom?”
“I don’t think so,” Shinobu replied. “When I called her, she said everything went fine, and that she was pleased with how things turned out…”
“Then what’s his problem?” Naru fumed.
“Are we sure he’s even still up there?” Kitsune remarked. “I haven’t seen him in some time…”
“He’s in there,” insisted Shinobu.
“How do you know?” asked Kitsune.
“He’s been sneaking food when we sleep or bathe,” Shinobu declared. “Not enough, but he is still eating.”
“And I’ve heard him in his bath a few times,” Naru added. “He’s just avoiding us.”
“But why?” Shinobu sniffled.
“Why not ask him?” Kitsune replied.
As one, the residents turned to look at Naru. “M-me…?” she sputtered. “But why do I have to-?”
“Right, it’s decided, you’ll talk to him,” Kitsune announced.
“Hey! Don’t I get a say in this?” Naru protested.
“Nope!” Kitsune replied with a grin. “You’ve been volunteered…”
“But, but I don’t want-”
“Good luck Naru,” Shinobu told her, her eyes sparkling.
Naru sighed in frustration. ‘How come I got stuck with this?’ she wondered silently. Still, it was probably a good idea to have someone try to talk to Keitaro. ‘But why me? It’s not like we’re dating, or anything,’ she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure what Keitaro and herself were to each other, but she knew that ‘study partners’ wasn’t sufficient.
Now that the others had elected her for the task, they all disappeared, leaving her alone with the responsibility they’d foisted on her. But Motoko lingered for a little bit, before she walked up to Naru. “You’re going to try to talk to Keitaro?” she asked.
“Sure. I volunteered, didn’t I?” Naru growled.
Motoko nodded at that, paying no attention to Naru’s agitated state. “Could you tell him something from me?”
“Yeah, counselor, messenger, I can do it all,” Naru groused.
“Very well. Tell him that if he’s feeling upset, that if he wishes to…spar…with me again, I wouldn’t mind.”
“You and Keitaro?” Naru looked at Motoko in disbelief. “The two of you sparred?”
“Only once,” Motoko confirmed, sounding oddly… disappointed. “We haven’t been able to do it again…”
“I can’t believe you actually sparred with Keitaro,” Naru confessed.
“I hadn’t planned it,” Motoko admitted. “But it went better than I would have expected. You will tell him, won’t you?” Motoko now sounded almost hopeful, even eager.
“Sure, no problem…”
“Thank you,” Motoko said gratefully, before she turned and walked away, humming that strange tune that she had been doing for some time now.
Naru watched her go, wondering if maybe there really was something in the air or water at Hinata House that made people act strangely. She tried not to consider whether it was affecting her as well…
***
“Keitaro, it’s me, open up.” Naru had knocked on the door, but there had been no answer. She’d heard a faint rustling, so she knew he was in there, but she was already annoyed at being recruited for this task, and even more at his lack of response. “I know you’re in there, and I need to talk to you…”
A minute went by, and still no answer. Naru gnashed her teeth in frustration and knocked on the door once again. ‘Kitsune can do this next time!’ “Okay Keitaro, I’m going to count to thirty, and then I’m coming in. You’d better be wearing pants when I do…” Naru warned. When she’d finished her silent countdown, giving Keitaro an extra ten count just to be sure, Naru opened the door and entered, closing the door automatically as she took in what she saw.
Without Keitaro’s efforts, Hinata House had been falling into a state of disrepair, but nothing could have prepared her for Keitaro’s room. What ever time he’d taken out of repairing the residence hadn’t gone into cleaning his own room; it was filthy, with dust and grime everywhere, and dirty laundry just left on the floor. It was a clean freak’s worst nightmare come to life, and Naru didn’t think that even bachelors or college students could live like that. Naru wrinkled her nose as the ripe air wafted into her nostrils, despite the presence of several air fresheners and the open windows.
Looking down, Naru noticed Keitaro laying on his futon on his side and staring into space, clad only in his boxer shorts, his eyes open, but not really seeing. She was somewhat relieved to notice that at least the futon was clean, and while Keitaro wasn’t groomed for a night on the town, he obviously still felt the need for personal hygiene. Concerns for his welfare overwhelming her annoyance at being drafted to talk to him, Naru kneeled down next to his futon. “Are you okay Keitaro? What’s wrong?”
Keitaro didn’t even acknowledge her presence, he just brought his hands up in front of his face, staring at them as if he didn’t even recognize them.
“Keitaro? Keitaro! Answer me!”
Keitaro remained silent, and Naru began to worry that there really was something wrong with him.
“N-Naru,” Keitaro replied faintly. He slowly sat up and covered himself with a blanket. “What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that,” Naru responded. “What’s going on, you look terrible…”
“I-I’m not feeling like myself,” Keitaro answered softly.
“So why are you staying in here?” asked Naru, her voice a study in concern.
“Didn’t want to see anyone, couldn’t-couldn’t take the chance…”
“What chance?”
“Happen again…”
“What happen again?” Naru pressed.
“A bad thing…” Keitaro murmured.
Naru shook her head. “You’re not making any sense…”
“Why are you here?”
“The other were worried about you. -I- was worried about you,” Naru admitted with a blush.
“Why?”
“Because you’ve been acting… oddly,” Naru stated. “Are you feeling all right?”
“…Just confused…”
“Why?” Naru inquired gently.
“You wouldn’t understand…”
In Naru’s eyes, Keitaro was a broken shell of himself, the haunted, empty look in his eyes more disturbing to her than if he’d been physically ill. “We’re all worried about you Keitaro, especially me…” On impulse, Naru reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, but not feverish. She found herself smiling when Keitaro took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. ‘Even now, he isn’t so bad looking…’ Deciding to be a little more honest with her own feelings, Naru pulled Keitaro into an embrace. “It’ll get better Keitaro, it always does…”
Keitaro didn’t move for a few moments, but then he tentatively returned the embrace. After a few seconds of this, he tightened his hold on Naru, sliding his hands to her shoulders, and holding her possessively. He didn’t actually think about what he was doing, as his body was simply running on auto-pilot again.
Naru was so focused on just how nice it actually felt to hold Keitaro, that she was taken completely by surprise when he kissed her. Her eyes widened briefly, before she decided to return the kiss. ‘It’s not like we haven’t kissed before, and I do kinda like him… Wait… Tongue? That’s a little forward…’
Keitaro repositioned himself, holding Naru tightly as his tongue explored her mouth, brushing up against Naru’s tongue, which was being held back by its nervous owner. Paying no heed to her hesitation, Keitaro eased Naru onto her back onto his futon, before he began hungrily kiss her neck and under her chin.
‘My, he-he-he’s really getting into it,’ Naru told herself. ‘But he wouldn’t do anything wrong, right?’ In spite of all her accusations, Naru knew Keitaro was actually a pretty decent guy. ‘He even tied himself up that time in Kyoto,’ she remembered. ‘I-I don’t mind if we make out a little,’ she decided. ‘I’m kinda curious myself…’
Keitaro returned his lips to Naru’s, once again forcing his tongue between her lips. By now his prick was fully erect, and Keitaro was sliding his left hand slowly down Naru’s side, reaching the edge of her shirt and pulling it up to reveal her stomach.
‘When did you grow a pair Keitaro?’ Naru wondered, dizzy with new and overwhelming sensations. ‘Any other time I’d have thrown you through a wall for that…’ She closed her eyes when she felt Keitaro’s hand on her bare skin, sliding up towards her breasts. ‘Doesn’t he know that it’s better if he goes slow… Should’ve known he’d be a bit rushed…’
Naru’s shirt was a little too much of a barrier to Keitaro, so he simply decided to remove it. He grabbed a side of it in each hand, and without hesitation ripped it open, causing buttons to go flying in all directions.
‘Whoa… have you been reading Kitsune’s Harlequin novels Keitaro? Where’d you hear about that?’ Naru found Keitaro’s behavior to be kind of exciting, as she mistook his primitive drive for a cheesy attempt at being romantic. When he did the same thing to her bra moments later, Naru began to have second thoughts.
Moving his lips to Naru’s now exposed breasts, Keitaro licked, sucked, and bit all around them, taking her nipples between his lips, sucking on them hard, until they stiffened involuntarily from his none too gentle stimulation. He didn’t notice Naru biting her knuckle, to keep herself from saying anything and spoiling the mood. As he savagely ravished Naru’s chest, Keitaro moved his hands to her waist and began to push down her skirt and panties.
“Kei-Keitaro, what are you doing? Isn’t this a bit fast?” The thrill of the experience was starting to grow thin, as Keitaro seemed to want to take more than she may have been willing to give. ‘Great, now he’s all turned on… I mean, I like Keitaro, but, but do I want to THIS with him? Here? Now?… Would it be so bad if we did?’
By now, Naru’s skirt and panties had been pushed all the way down, and Keitaro wasted no time in removing his own boxer shorts, allowing his member to spring free. He then used his arms to spread Naru’s legs and his cock brushed up against his upper thigh.
“I-I’m not sure I’m ready Keitaro,” Naru told him, her nervousness starting to rise. She placed a hand on his chest, hoping that he’d slow down a little, take it easier. ‘Maybe-maybe I’m just being too cowardly? I’ve friends who’ve had sex already, and-and the first time is supposed to hurt, but it gets better…’ Naru swallowed as she tried to decide whether she was ready to take this step, or whether she should abort it. ‘But if I do that, won’t I have just been leading Keitaro on? He likes me, I’m sure I like him, why not now?’
Keitaro didn’t give Naru anymore time to think about it. He had the tip of his cock at Naru’s labia, and he abruptly pushed through them, sliding himself into her, breaking through her hymen, until his entire length was inside her.
“Keitaro, it hurts!” Naru rasped out. “It hurts!” She was unable to say anything more as Keitaro crushed his lips to hers once again. ‘I-I wasn’t ready!’ Naru thought to herself as Keitaro pulled himself back and thrust forward again. Naru whimpered. While there had been some lubrication present, she had still been too dry for Keitaro to have entered her. ‘Why didn’t you wait? Didn’t you know?’ Naru knew that Keitaro was clueless about women, even though he ran a woman’s dorm ‘Maybe he was too excited and forgot…’ The pain was lessening, but Naru knew she wouldn’t have an orgasm this time. ‘Just, finish quick Keitaro… please.’
Naru lost track of time as Keitaro continued to fuck her, heedless of what she was experiencing. ‘It gets better with practice,’ she told herself. ‘Everyone says that, just let him finish so he’ll be happy.’ Naru noticed that Keitaro was picking up the pace and his face was contorted in a grimace. ‘It’s true,’ she noted. ‘Guys do look like idiots during sex…’ Her friends had told her about ‘orgasm face,’ but she hadn’t believed it until now. She was grateful that Keitaro’s in and out motion no longer felt like it was tearing her inside out. ‘I’ll make sure he takes his time when we do this again…’
Keitaro closed his eyes, feeling himself on the edge. He used the last of his reserves and moved as fast as he was able, firing of his seed with a groan, his dick deflating rapidly as his blood flow returned to normal. Gasping for breath, Keitaro looked down at Naru, the tracks from the few tears she’d shed visible on her cheeks. He felt himself go ashen, a strangled gasp rattling in his throat.
Naru noticed Keitaro’s horrified expression, and she did her best to try and reassure him “It’s okay Keitaro - because it was you… only because it was you…” His reaction was not what she expected.
“N-Naru?” Keitaro forced out. “D-did I-?”
“It’s okay…” The shocked look on Keitaro’s face was worrying her, so she said what she figured he wanted to hear. “I-I love you…”
Keitaro barely heard her, the faint buzzing in his ears turning into a dull roar. ‘I-I did that, to-to-to Naru?! And-and she for-forgives me?!’ He lurched back in a panic, holding his head as the dull roar grew ever louder, the feelings of guilt, shame, loathing and denial swirling in a maelstrom.
“Kei-Keitaro?”
Keitaro threw his head back and let out a wretched scream that felt like it was tearing his throat. He never heard Naru shouting his name, or felt his head striking the floor as he fell sideways, the merciful blackness of oblivion claiming him.
***
“The newest patient is Keitaro Urashima, twenty years old, transferred here from Hinata Hospital after three days of observation,” the chief resident explained to a group of medical students he was giving a tour. “He’s unresponsive, he does murmur to himself, but he’s only said two words since his arrival. It seems he had an acute nervous breakdown, and he’s withdrawn from the real world.”
“Why’s he in a cell Dr. Ishikawa? I thought padded cells were only in the movies,” one of the students asked.
Dr. Ishikawa chuckled at that. “No, they’re real. The police were worried that he might be violent.”
“Him? Looks pretty harmless…”
“When the EMT’s picked him up, they said they suspected that he’d sexually assaulted one of his tenants,” he explained. “The woman denied it, but the police were suspicious enough to ask that we keep him locked up.”
One of the medical students glanced at the chart on the door. “Is that why he isn’t allowed visitors?”
Dr. Ishikawa shook his head. “He asked for that. Remember I said he’s only spoken two words since arriving here? They were ‘No Visitors.’ Hasn’t spoken since…”
“Poor guy…”
As the students were looking at Keitaro through the observation window, Dr. Ishikawa mentioned for someone to come over.
“Yes doctor?”
“I’d like you to look in on the new patient for me, try to talk to him.”
“I’m just a nurse, sir… I don‘t think I‘m qualified to-”
“You’re better at dealing with patients than anyone here, including me,” Dr. Ishikawa insisted. “You should be running this place…”
“You’re flattering me…”
“You did wonders for that Ikari boy after his mother died,” he reminded her. “He was lost in some fantasy world, but you brought him out of it…”
“Do you think I can help him?”
“Absolutely. You’re a miracle worker.”
“I’ll try. I just have to drop off these files first…”
“Excellent. Good luck then,” he called out as she walked away.
“Um, doctor, what was that about?” one of the students asked.
“That was our resident angel.”
“Excuse me?”
“She’s got a gift for dealing with troubled people, drawing them out of their shells. If I had to choose between keeping her or the senior residents, I’d choose her.”
Doctor Ishikawa made a notation on Keitaro’s chart, and then continued to lead the students on their tour.
“She’s a godsend…”
***
Keitaro stared blankly at the padded walls, his eyes lazily roaming around the uniformly white room. ‘A rubber room… I didn’t know these actually existed,’ he thought. ‘All that’s missing is the straightjacket.’ People had joked that being the landlord of Hinata House would drive him crazy, and it appeared they’d been right.
Keitaro refocused his attention to the walls, trying not to think of Hinata House, or its residents, or other people in general. It wasn’t easy, especially in such a dull room as this, but he was able to manage it with effort. ‘Couple hours until dinner. More jello, hopefully the cherry kind and not the lime…’
The door opened with a soft click, and Keitaro slowly looked up… and the next thing he knew he was in the corner of the room, mewling piteously, like a trapped animal, trying to use his back to push the wall out. His frantic eyes took in the details of his visitor; the mercurial eyes, the unnerving smile, the blue hair under a white nurses uniform, and the name-tag, white letters on a black background, reading:
Y. MAEHARA RN
“Well, hello Keitaro,” Yuki called out.
Keitaro’s only response was a terrified whimper.
“You should try to calm down Keitaro, after all, I promised my daughter and her friends that I’d take extra special care of you…” Yuki explained to him kindly.
Yuki then turned around and closed the door, the sound of the lock being engaged sounding like a gunshot in the silence. She then closed the cover on the observation window and secured it. Turning back to Keitaro, she slowly started walking towards him, leisurely undoing the buttons on her uniform.
“You should try to get comfortable Keitaro,” Yuki purred happily. “After all, we’re going to be together for a long… long… time.”
At the Hinata Asylum, Keitaro’s scream of anguished horror was scarcely noted.
End of Blizzard
Special thanks go out to Rx7 for his help in pre-reading this, as well as helping the idea of this story take root in my mind, to the point I had to write it to get it out.
Thanks for reading. If you’ve made it this far, you have no excuse to not leave a review…
C+C is welcome at hawker_748@hotmail.com.
“X” Spoken words
‘X’ Thoughts
Lemon Warning: This fic contains strong language and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Love Hina:
Blizzard
Chapter Five: Entropy
Keitaro could feel sweat on his face, running in rivulets towards his nose and chin, falling off in irregular drips, shaking loose as he continued to fuck Yuki mercilessly. His eyes were closed, and he could hear his ragged breathing coming from between clenched teeth, as he thrust himself inside of her as fast and as deep as he could.
Yuki’s increasingly desperate gasps reached his ears through his pleasure, her own heart rate as fast as his, maybe even a little faster, and Keitaro could feel her pulse against his palms as he increased his hold on her throat. His grip on Yuki’s throat was rivaled only by the way her pussy was clenching his cock, causing each successive stroke to feel as if she was getting tighter and tighter.
Keitaro started grunting as he approached climax, his grip reflexively loosening, in spite of his anger at Yuki. She wheezed, desperately trying to get more air to her lungs as the constriction was eased. “P-pathetic little shit…” she rasped, her ever present glare boring into him. “Your balls still haven’t dropped…”
“Shut… the… fuck… up… bitch!” Keitaro snarled, tightening his grip and slamming into Yuki with all the violence he could bring forth. Staring back into her eyes, he took savage pleasure in seeing hints of concern and worry there. ‘They still look like Shinobu’s…’ he noticed.
Before his eyes, Yuki’s expression began to slowly change. The lines on her face began to fade, and a look of unearthly ecstasy came over her features. A blush appeared on her face, and her lips curled up and parted a little, her pleasure becoming obvious. Puzzled, Keitaro idly blinked away a few stray drops of sweat from his eyes, and when his vision cleared, he noticed with a jolt of terror that he was no longer driving his cock into Yuki, but that his partner had become Shinobu.
Horrified, Keitaro willed his hands to open and push himself off of her, but they refused to acknowledge his order, tightening up even more. He continued to drive himself into Shinobu, his orgasm imminent, his hysterical shrieking only audible in his mind. Shinobu’s eyes were locked onto his, and she was somehow panting from her exertions, the sound rough and ragged due to her airway being almost completely closed. Yet the look of rapture was still clear on her face, even as she began to change color.
Keitaro couldn’t look away, couldn’t close his eyes, and couldn’t ignore the sensation of Shinobu forcing her hips up in time with his own brutal thrusts. Shinobu reached up and tenderly placed her right hand on his left cheek, her soft touch causing Keitaro to climax, firing his hot seed deep into Shinobu, her Kegel muscles clenching him tightly, as he cried out, Keitaro tightening his grip still further.
Shinobu let out a strangled scream, the expression on her face clearly orgasmic, as her hand came away from Keitaro’s cheek and fell limply to the floor.
Keitaro’s head started to clear as the endorphins he’d released began to dissipate. Still breathing heavily, Keitaro looked down and saw Shinobu lying there, his hands not feeling a pulse at her neck, staring up at him vacant-eyed. She still wore the same blissful, loving expression, her eyes blank and lifeless, her lips curled up in a smile, even as her tongue lolled out of it. He could feel new warmth between his legs as her bladder and bowel were voided post-mortem, and the foul reek reached his nose.
Keitaro screamed, and lurched up in his futon, horror and disgust flooding his mind. His shirt and shorts were sodden with his perspiration, and his hair felt like he’d just gotten out of the shower. A wave of nausea gripped him, and he scrabbled over to the wastebasket and vomited into it, using the sharp, repulsive taste to assure himself that he was now awake, and he desperately tried to push the nightmare back into the ether.
Once he’d purged himself, and the retching had passed, Keitaro belatedly noticed a warm stickiness in his boxers. He pulled back the waistband and was sickened to discover that he’d ejaculated while he’d slept. Numbly taking off his boxers and tossing them into the trash, Keitaro retrieved a clean pair, putting them on before removing the sweat soaked t-shirt as well. Wishing that he’d bought a new bottle of scotch to replace the one he’d finished, and covering his ears with his pillow to muffle the sounds of knocking on his door, as some of the residents tried to find out why he’d awakened them with his scream, Keitaro tried to fall back asleep.
But fear, both of what he would dream about, and what a dream like that could mean, kept Keitaro awake for the rest of the night.
***
Drip-drip-drip.
Kitsune stared balefully at the leaky tap, the sound of water plinking in the sink was driving her mad. She’d awoken with a mild hangover, and the dripping was working like Chinese Water Torture on her nerves. She tried to ignore it, to put it out of her mind, but it kept dripping relentlessly, keeping time better than a metronome.
Drip-drip-drip.
Exasperated, Kitsune got up from the table and stalked over to the faucet, turning the cold tap in an effort to shut off the accursed dripping. She let out a sigh of relief when the water stopped, feeling a disproportionate amount of satisfaction at the cessation of the racket. Feeling pleased with herself, Kitsune turned back to the table, savoring the thought of finishing her snack in peace.
Drip.
Drip.
With an enraged snarl, Kitsune whirled back to the faucet, seized the cold tap with both hands and twisted it hard, struggling to completely shut off the water. She cried out in surprise when the handle suddenly came loose, twisting without resistance, and the tap continued to drip. “Dammit!” she screamed in frustration. “What the hell is wrong with Keitaro?!”
“Kitsune, what’s wrong?” asked Naru, drawn to the kitchen with the other residents by Kitsune’s enraged bellowing.
“The stupid tap still drips, it’s driving me nuts!”
Shinobu walked up to the sink and tried the tap. “It’s broken, what did you do Kitsune?”
“I tried to shut it off…”
“It doesn’t work at all now…” Shinobu observed.
Kitsune flushed with embarrassment. “Guess I got a little carried away…” she murmured. “But it’s been leaking for a long time, and we told Keitaro about it over a week ago. Why hasn’t he fixed it yet?” she demanded, trying to deflect attention from her destruction of the faucet.
The other residents paused to consider that. “Um, why hasn’t sempai been around?” Shinobu wondered.
“He hasn’t played with me in over a week,” Su lamented, her shoulders slumped in depression.
“And he still hasn’t fixed my floor,” Motoko sighed wistfully.
“Yeah, he’s been squestering himself in his room,” Kitsune pointed out. “Haven’t seen much of him since… well, since he got back from meeting your mom, Shinobu.”
“That’s right,” Naru realized. She turned to the resident chef. “Did something happen when he met your mom?”
“I don’t think so,” Shinobu replied. “When I called her, she said everything went fine, and that she was pleased with how things turned out…”
“Then what’s his problem?” Naru fumed.
“Are we sure he’s even still up there?” Kitsune remarked. “I haven’t seen him in some time…”
“He’s in there,” insisted Shinobu.
“How do you know?” asked Kitsune.
“He’s been sneaking food when we sleep or bathe,” Shinobu declared. “Not enough, but he is still eating.”
“And I’ve heard him in his bath a few times,” Naru added. “He’s just avoiding us.”
“But why?” Shinobu sniffled.
“Why not ask him?” Kitsune replied.
As one, the residents turned to look at Naru. “M-me…?” she sputtered. “But why do I have to-?”
“Right, it’s decided, you’ll talk to him,” Kitsune announced.
“Hey! Don’t I get a say in this?” Naru protested.
“Nope!” Kitsune replied with a grin. “You’ve been volunteered…”
“But, but I don’t want-”
“Good luck Naru,” Shinobu told her, her eyes sparkling.
Naru sighed in frustration. ‘How come I got stuck with this?’ she wondered silently. Still, it was probably a good idea to have someone try to talk to Keitaro. ‘But why me? It’s not like we’re dating, or anything,’ she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure what Keitaro and herself were to each other, but she knew that ‘study partners’ wasn’t sufficient.
Now that the others had elected her for the task, they all disappeared, leaving her alone with the responsibility they’d foisted on her. But Motoko lingered for a little bit, before she walked up to Naru. “You’re going to try to talk to Keitaro?” she asked.
“Sure. I volunteered, didn’t I?” Naru growled.
Motoko nodded at that, paying no attention to Naru’s agitated state. “Could you tell him something from me?”
“Yeah, counselor, messenger, I can do it all,” Naru groused.
“Very well. Tell him that if he’s feeling upset, that if he wishes to…spar…with me again, I wouldn’t mind.”
“You and Keitaro?” Naru looked at Motoko in disbelief. “The two of you sparred?”
“Only once,” Motoko confirmed, sounding oddly… disappointed. “We haven’t been able to do it again…”
“I can’t believe you actually sparred with Keitaro,” Naru confessed.
“I hadn’t planned it,” Motoko admitted. “But it went better than I would have expected. You will tell him, won’t you?” Motoko now sounded almost hopeful, even eager.
“Sure, no problem…”
“Thank you,” Motoko said gratefully, before she turned and walked away, humming that strange tune that she had been doing for some time now.
Naru watched her go, wondering if maybe there really was something in the air or water at Hinata House that made people act strangely. She tried not to consider whether it was affecting her as well…
***
“Keitaro, it’s me, open up.” Naru had knocked on the door, but there had been no answer. She’d heard a faint rustling, so she knew he was in there, but she was already annoyed at being recruited for this task, and even more at his lack of response. “I know you’re in there, and I need to talk to you…”
A minute went by, and still no answer. Naru gnashed her teeth in frustration and knocked on the door once again. ‘Kitsune can do this next time!’ “Okay Keitaro, I’m going to count to thirty, and then I’m coming in. You’d better be wearing pants when I do…” Naru warned. When she’d finished her silent countdown, giving Keitaro an extra ten count just to be sure, Naru opened the door and entered, closing the door automatically as she took in what she saw.
Without Keitaro’s efforts, Hinata House had been falling into a state of disrepair, but nothing could have prepared her for Keitaro’s room. What ever time he’d taken out of repairing the residence hadn’t gone into cleaning his own room; it was filthy, with dust and grime everywhere, and dirty laundry just left on the floor. It was a clean freak’s worst nightmare come to life, and Naru didn’t think that even bachelors or college students could live like that. Naru wrinkled her nose as the ripe air wafted into her nostrils, despite the presence of several air fresheners and the open windows.
Looking down, Naru noticed Keitaro laying on his futon on his side and staring into space, clad only in his boxer shorts, his eyes open, but not really seeing. She was somewhat relieved to notice that at least the futon was clean, and while Keitaro wasn’t groomed for a night on the town, he obviously still felt the need for personal hygiene. Concerns for his welfare overwhelming her annoyance at being drafted to talk to him, Naru kneeled down next to his futon. “Are you okay Keitaro? What’s wrong?”
Keitaro didn’t even acknowledge her presence, he just brought his hands up in front of his face, staring at them as if he didn’t even recognize them.
“Keitaro? Keitaro! Answer me!”
Keitaro remained silent, and Naru began to worry that there really was something wrong with him.
“N-Naru,” Keitaro replied faintly. He slowly sat up and covered himself with a blanket. “What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that,” Naru responded. “What’s going on, you look terrible…”
“I-I’m not feeling like myself,” Keitaro answered softly.
“So why are you staying in here?” asked Naru, her voice a study in concern.
“Didn’t want to see anyone, couldn’t-couldn’t take the chance…”
“What chance?”
“Happen again…”
“What happen again?” Naru pressed.
“A bad thing…” Keitaro murmured.
Naru shook her head. “You’re not making any sense…”
“Why are you here?”
“The other were worried about you. -I- was worried about you,” Naru admitted with a blush.
“Why?”
“Because you’ve been acting… oddly,” Naru stated. “Are you feeling all right?”
“…Just confused…”
“Why?” Naru inquired gently.
“You wouldn’t understand…”
In Naru’s eyes, Keitaro was a broken shell of himself, the haunted, empty look in his eyes more disturbing to her than if he’d been physically ill. “We’re all worried about you Keitaro, especially me…” On impulse, Naru reached out and gently placed her hand on his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, but not feverish. She found herself smiling when Keitaro took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. ‘Even now, he isn’t so bad looking…’ Deciding to be a little more honest with her own feelings, Naru pulled Keitaro into an embrace. “It’ll get better Keitaro, it always does…”
Keitaro didn’t move for a few moments, but then he tentatively returned the embrace. After a few seconds of this, he tightened his hold on Naru, sliding his hands to her shoulders, and holding her possessively. He didn’t actually think about what he was doing, as his body was simply running on auto-pilot again.
Naru was so focused on just how nice it actually felt to hold Keitaro, that she was taken completely by surprise when he kissed her. Her eyes widened briefly, before she decided to return the kiss. ‘It’s not like we haven’t kissed before, and I do kinda like him… Wait… Tongue? That’s a little forward…’
Keitaro repositioned himself, holding Naru tightly as his tongue explored her mouth, brushing up against Naru’s tongue, which was being held back by its nervous owner. Paying no heed to her hesitation, Keitaro eased Naru onto her back onto his futon, before he began hungrily kiss her neck and under her chin.
‘My, he-he-he’s really getting into it,’ Naru told herself. ‘But he wouldn’t do anything wrong, right?’ In spite of all her accusations, Naru knew Keitaro was actually a pretty decent guy. ‘He even tied himself up that time in Kyoto,’ she remembered. ‘I-I don’t mind if we make out a little,’ she decided. ‘I’m kinda curious myself…’
Keitaro returned his lips to Naru’s, once again forcing his tongue between her lips. By now his prick was fully erect, and Keitaro was sliding his left hand slowly down Naru’s side, reaching the edge of her shirt and pulling it up to reveal her stomach.
‘When did you grow a pair Keitaro?’ Naru wondered, dizzy with new and overwhelming sensations. ‘Any other time I’d have thrown you through a wall for that…’ She closed her eyes when she felt Keitaro’s hand on her bare skin, sliding up towards her breasts. ‘Doesn’t he know that it’s better if he goes slow… Should’ve known he’d be a bit rushed…’
Naru’s shirt was a little too much of a barrier to Keitaro, so he simply decided to remove it. He grabbed a side of it in each hand, and without hesitation ripped it open, causing buttons to go flying in all directions.
‘Whoa… have you been reading Kitsune’s Harlequin novels Keitaro? Where’d you hear about that?’ Naru found Keitaro’s behavior to be kind of exciting, as she mistook his primitive drive for a cheesy attempt at being romantic. When he did the same thing to her bra moments later, Naru began to have second thoughts.
Moving his lips to Naru’s now exposed breasts, Keitaro licked, sucked, and bit all around them, taking her nipples between his lips, sucking on them hard, until they stiffened involuntarily from his none too gentle stimulation. He didn’t notice Naru biting her knuckle, to keep herself from saying anything and spoiling the mood. As he savagely ravished Naru’s chest, Keitaro moved his hands to her waist and began to push down her skirt and panties.
“Kei-Keitaro, what are you doing? Isn’t this a bit fast?” The thrill of the experience was starting to grow thin, as Keitaro seemed to want to take more than she may have been willing to give. ‘Great, now he’s all turned on… I mean, I like Keitaro, but, but do I want to THIS with him? Here? Now?… Would it be so bad if we did?’
By now, Naru’s skirt and panties had been pushed all the way down, and Keitaro wasted no time in removing his own boxer shorts, allowing his member to spring free. He then used his arms to spread Naru’s legs and his cock brushed up against his upper thigh.
“I-I’m not sure I’m ready Keitaro,” Naru told him, her nervousness starting to rise. She placed a hand on his chest, hoping that he’d slow down a little, take it easier. ‘Maybe-maybe I’m just being too cowardly? I’ve friends who’ve had sex already, and-and the first time is supposed to hurt, but it gets better…’ Naru swallowed as she tried to decide whether she was ready to take this step, or whether she should abort it. ‘But if I do that, won’t I have just been leading Keitaro on? He likes me, I’m sure I like him, why not now?’
Keitaro didn’t give Naru anymore time to think about it. He had the tip of his cock at Naru’s labia, and he abruptly pushed through them, sliding himself into her, breaking through her hymen, until his entire length was inside her.
“Keitaro, it hurts!” Naru rasped out. “It hurts!” She was unable to say anything more as Keitaro crushed his lips to hers once again. ‘I-I wasn’t ready!’ Naru thought to herself as Keitaro pulled himself back and thrust forward again. Naru whimpered. While there had been some lubrication present, she had still been too dry for Keitaro to have entered her. ‘Why didn’t you wait? Didn’t you know?’ Naru knew that Keitaro was clueless about women, even though he ran a woman’s dorm ‘Maybe he was too excited and forgot…’ The pain was lessening, but Naru knew she wouldn’t have an orgasm this time. ‘Just, finish quick Keitaro… please.’
Naru lost track of time as Keitaro continued to fuck her, heedless of what she was experiencing. ‘It gets better with practice,’ she told herself. ‘Everyone says that, just let him finish so he’ll be happy.’ Naru noticed that Keitaro was picking up the pace and his face was contorted in a grimace. ‘It’s true,’ she noted. ‘Guys do look like idiots during sex…’ Her friends had told her about ‘orgasm face,’ but she hadn’t believed it until now. She was grateful that Keitaro’s in and out motion no longer felt like it was tearing her inside out. ‘I’ll make sure he takes his time when we do this again…’
Keitaro closed his eyes, feeling himself on the edge. He used the last of his reserves and moved as fast as he was able, firing of his seed with a groan, his dick deflating rapidly as his blood flow returned to normal. Gasping for breath, Keitaro looked down at Naru, the tracks from the few tears she’d shed visible on her cheeks. He felt himself go ashen, a strangled gasp rattling in his throat.
Naru noticed Keitaro’s horrified expression, and she did her best to try and reassure him “It’s okay Keitaro - because it was you… only because it was you…” His reaction was not what she expected.
“N-Naru?” Keitaro forced out. “D-did I-?”
“It’s okay…” The shocked look on Keitaro’s face was worrying her, so she said what she figured he wanted to hear. “I-I love you…”
Keitaro barely heard her, the faint buzzing in his ears turning into a dull roar. ‘I-I did that, to-to-to Naru?! And-and she for-forgives me?!’ He lurched back in a panic, holding his head as the dull roar grew ever louder, the feelings of guilt, shame, loathing and denial swirling in a maelstrom.
“Kei-Keitaro?”
Keitaro threw his head back and let out a wretched scream that felt like it was tearing his throat. He never heard Naru shouting his name, or felt his head striking the floor as he fell sideways, the merciful blackness of oblivion claiming him.
***
“The newest patient is Keitaro Urashima, twenty years old, transferred here from Hinata Hospital after three days of observation,” the chief resident explained to a group of medical students he was giving a tour. “He’s unresponsive, he does murmur to himself, but he’s only said two words since his arrival. It seems he had an acute nervous breakdown, and he’s withdrawn from the real world.”
“Why’s he in a cell Dr. Ishikawa? I thought padded cells were only in the movies,” one of the students asked.
Dr. Ishikawa chuckled at that. “No, they’re real. The police were worried that he might be violent.”
“Him? Looks pretty harmless…”
“When the EMT’s picked him up, they said they suspected that he’d sexually assaulted one of his tenants,” he explained. “The woman denied it, but the police were suspicious enough to ask that we keep him locked up.”
One of the medical students glanced at the chart on the door. “Is that why he isn’t allowed visitors?”
Dr. Ishikawa shook his head. “He asked for that. Remember I said he’s only spoken two words since arriving here? They were ‘No Visitors.’ Hasn’t spoken since…”
“Poor guy…”
As the students were looking at Keitaro through the observation window, Dr. Ishikawa mentioned for someone to come over.
“Yes doctor?”
“I’d like you to look in on the new patient for me, try to talk to him.”
“I’m just a nurse, sir… I don‘t think I‘m qualified to-”
“You’re better at dealing with patients than anyone here, including me,” Dr. Ishikawa insisted. “You should be running this place…”
“You’re flattering me…”
“You did wonders for that Ikari boy after his mother died,” he reminded her. “He was lost in some fantasy world, but you brought him out of it…”
“Do you think I can help him?”
“Absolutely. You’re a miracle worker.”
“I’ll try. I just have to drop off these files first…”
“Excellent. Good luck then,” he called out as she walked away.
“Um, doctor, what was that about?” one of the students asked.
“That was our resident angel.”
“Excuse me?”
“She’s got a gift for dealing with troubled people, drawing them out of their shells. If I had to choose between keeping her or the senior residents, I’d choose her.”
Doctor Ishikawa made a notation on Keitaro’s chart, and then continued to lead the students on their tour.
“She’s a godsend…”
***
Keitaro stared blankly at the padded walls, his eyes lazily roaming around the uniformly white room. ‘A rubber room… I didn’t know these actually existed,’ he thought. ‘All that’s missing is the straightjacket.’ People had joked that being the landlord of Hinata House would drive him crazy, and it appeared they’d been right.
Keitaro refocused his attention to the walls, trying not to think of Hinata House, or its residents, or other people in general. It wasn’t easy, especially in such a dull room as this, but he was able to manage it with effort. ‘Couple hours until dinner. More jello, hopefully the cherry kind and not the lime…’
The door opened with a soft click, and Keitaro slowly looked up… and the next thing he knew he was in the corner of the room, mewling piteously, like a trapped animal, trying to use his back to push the wall out. His frantic eyes took in the details of his visitor; the mercurial eyes, the unnerving smile, the blue hair under a white nurses uniform, and the name-tag, white letters on a black background, reading:
Y. MAEHARA RN
“Well, hello Keitaro,” Yuki called out.
Keitaro’s only response was a terrified whimper.
“You should try to calm down Keitaro, after all, I promised my daughter and her friends that I’d take extra special care of you…” Yuki explained to him kindly.
Yuki then turned around and closed the door, the sound of the lock being engaged sounding like a gunshot in the silence. She then closed the cover on the observation window and secured it. Turning back to Keitaro, she slowly started walking towards him, leisurely undoing the buttons on her uniform.
“You should try to get comfortable Keitaro,” Yuki purred happily. “After all, we’re going to be together for a long… long… time.”
At the Hinata Asylum, Keitaro’s scream of anguished horror was scarcely noted.
End of Blizzard
Special thanks go out to Rx7 for his help in pre-reading this, as well as helping the idea of this story take root in my mind, to the point I had to write it to get it out.
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