Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Face in the Mirror ❯ Face in the Mirror ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Love Hina:

Face in the Mirror

As its many visitors could attest to, the Hinata district could be especially beautiful, especially in early autumn. The leaves were just beginning to transform from the tired green of late summer, to a symphony reds, golds, and oranges. Young children would pick up the most beautiful of the fallen leaves and stash them between the pages of books, while their parents grumbled good naturedly as they attempted to rake them up.

The view from the ground, as splendid as it was, couldn’t possibly compare with the view from the air. A fortunate few saw the sight as their planes either arrived or departed from Hinata airport. However, one unfortunate young man, who went by the name Keitaro Urashima, had had far too many chances to see Hinata from the bird’s eye view. As such, the majesty was lost on him as he felt the upward portion of his parabola cease, and the final terminal portion of his fall begin.

‘Jeez, I’m headed for the park… They were really pissed this time…’ Keitaro hadn’t intended to offend anyone, especially the hot tempered spitfires Naru Narusegawa and Motoko Aoyama, but when he’d fallen into the girls hot springs, they’d launched him away before he could stammer out an explanation that he’d been trying to make some repairs on the roof when he’d lost his footing. The fact that he’d gotten an unwilling eyeful of Shinobu, who’d run off crying, hadn’t helped his case any.

As he approached the ground, Keitaro felt some relief when he realized that he wasn’t going to land on anyone. He had no fear of long term injury, but he always worried that sooner or later he’d end up landing on some poor bastard who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. He hadn’t had a close call on the ground so far, but he had once damn near collided with a traffic helicopter, passing close enough that he’d felt the wash from the tail rotor blades.

Seconds before impact, Keitaro let out a breath, went loose, closed his eyes, and prepared for pain. He hit the ground at about a forty degree angle, striking the earth and tumbling like dice in a craps game, before he dug in and skidded to a stop. He lay motionless for a few moments, before he pushed his head up and shook it, trying to clear away the cobwebs. He eased himself to his knees, feeling sore, but still far better than he had a right to be after his attempt at unpowered flight.

“My-my God! Are you all right?” an incredulous voice exclaimed from behind him.

‘Huh?’ Keitaro slowly turned his head, and he belatedly noticed a young woman staring at him in open disbelief, her jaw practically scraping on the ground.

“Are you a sky-diver? Did-did you fall from a plane?” she asked, glancing hurriedly at the sky, desperately looking for where he could have fallen from, and wondering if it was literally raining men.

“No, I fell into an outdoor bath,” Keitaro deadpanned, slowly rising to his feet and dusting off his clothes.

“Wha-?”

“Never mind, I’m okay…” Keitaro chuckled, finding the girl’s reaction amusing.

“Wait! You’re hurt!” the girl insisted.

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Your nose is bleeding…”

Keitaro brought his hands to his nose and discovered that his fingers came away bloody. “Aw damn,” he muttered under his breath. He hated having his nose bleed, the damn things seemed to last forever, and he never seemed to have any Kleenex when they happened. He was about to use the front of his shirt to try to staunch the flow when the girl gently held a handful of tissues under his nose.

“Tilt your head forward,” she instructed. “Hold the tissues, sit down on that bench over there, and keep your head forward.”

“Thank you.” Keitaro could see the concern in her eyes, as he did as she suggested without hesitation. He was a little surprised when she took a spot next to him on the bench. “I’m okay,” he tried to reassure her, the tissue pinched against his nose making his voice a little squeaky.

“Are you? That was some fall…”

“I’ve had worse,” Keitaro replied dismissively.

“You’re kidding…”

“No, I’m not. Don’t worry about it.”

“If you insist, Mr. -?”

“Call me Keitaro. Keitaro Urashima.”

“Very well Keitaro.” The girl continued to keep vigil as Keitaro held his head forward, before she started suddenly. “Oh dear, where ARE my manners? My name’s Sayuri. Sayuri Murakawa.”

“Thanks for the Kleenex, Sayuri.”

“You’re welcome Keitaro, but I still think I should be calling you an ambulance…”

Keitaro chuckled in spite of himself. “I’m pretty durable,” he assured her.

“I noticed.” Nothing more was said as Keitaro finally got the bleeding to stop after about five minutes. He tentatively reached his hands up, gingerly feeling under his nostrils until he was sure that it had ended. “Say, do you know this area very well Keitaro?”

“Not from around here?” When Sayuri nodded, Keitaro asked, “What are you looking for?”

“Hinata House.”

Keitaro slowly turned his head to look at her, noticing that Sayuri seemed to be in her early to mid twenties. He also finally noticed that she was quite attractive, but she didn’t do much to highlight it. Her lovely face was free of makeup, and her long black hair was pulled back into a severe style. Even her clothes were kind of… well… frumpy, Keitaro noted. “Hinata House? You could say I’m kind of familiar with it. Why are you looking for it?” he asked.

XXX

“You want to live here?” Kitsune asked in surprise. “Why?”

“I’ve heard good things about this place, that it has a special energy… Although I didn’t know that it had a male manager,” Sayuri added. “How’d you get the job Keitaro?”

“Long story…”

“Maybe you’ll tell me someday… But anyway, would you all mind if I moved in here?”

“Even though we have a pervert as a manager?” Naru replied.

“If he’s a pervert, why do you stay here?” Sayuri asked innocently.

Naru went beet-red. “Uh-uh-lots of reasons…” she answered lamely, unconsciously looking at Keitaro for a split second before her gaze hopped to the floor. “It-it’s quiet here, the rent’s cheap, and-and it’s easy to get to Tokyo University…”

“But that’s so far away. Don’t they have student housing there?” Sayuri wondered aloud.

“I just like it here, okay?” Naru snapped. “It’s nice enough that I can put up with him…”

“I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” Sayuri apologized meekly.

“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bit your head off…” Naru countered. “If you really wanna stay here, I’ve got no problem with that. Does anyone else?” When the others shook their heads, Naru extended her hand. “Welcome to Hinata House Sayuri.”

“Please have your sanity ready to hand to the attendant,” Kitsune chimed in.

“Ignore her, she’s a loon…”

“You wound me Naru,” Kitsune replied, taking another sip of her sake.

As Keitaro gestured for Sayuri to follow him as he showed her to her room, Haruka walked in. “Oh, Aunt Haruka, we’ve got-”

WHAP!

“…a new resident…” Keitaro finished from the floor, as Haruka deftly stashed away her harisen.

“Umm… H-hello Miss Haruka… I’m-I’m Sayuri Murakawa…” she stammered, her eyes flitting back and forth between Haruka and Keitaro’s twitching form on the floor.

“It’s a pleasure,” Haruka replied evenly, giving Sayuri a quick nod, but giving her a longer second look, tilting her head from side to side, before she shook her head with a rueful chuckle. “What was I thinking?” she said to herself.

“Ex-excuse me?”

Haruka waved her hand dismissively. “You reminded me of someone else for a second. It’s nothing…”

“Okay, Miss Haruka.”

“Just Haruka,” she replied.

“Okay Haruka. Be seeing you…” Sayuri followed Keitaro out of the room, no one noticing the faint look of relief that she wore.

XXX

“I see… THAT’S how he got this job,” Sayuri nodded.

“Yep, Grandma Hina just dropped it into his lap,” Kitsune concluded, reaching for a cup of sake as she lounged in the outdoor bath.

“Why would she do that?”

“Beats me,” Kitsune admitted. “She musta had her reasons…”

“But-but if you didn’t like it, why’d you accept it?”

“Because grandma Hina said so,” Naru replied. “She told us to, so we did.” The other residents all nodded in silent agreement.

“Wow…” Sayuri breathed. “She means that much to you?”

“She does,” Motoko answered solemnly.

“She must be a good person…” Sayuri said, more to herself than to anyone else. “You don’t mind having a male caretaker?”

“Nah,” Kitsune drawled. “He’s easy to con into forgetting rent, and Naru likes studying with him.”

“Kitsune!” Naru squawked indignantly.

“You’re-you’re interested in Keitaro?” Sayuri asked timidly.

Wishing that her cheeks weren’t burning, Naru sputtered a half hearted denial. “We study together, that’s all… I felt sorry for him, he was a two time ronin.”

“Okay,” Sayuri replied, sitting back in the bath, a vaguely pleased look coming over her features. She glanced over at the other residents, pursing her lips when she noticed that a few of them had pink tinges on their cheeks as well.

“So, how’d you hear about this place?” Kitsune asked without warning.

“Pardon me?” Sayuri asked blankly.

“How’d you hear about our humble abode?”

“I heard that my parents used to stay here when they were young,” Sayuri responded. “Heard that they always enjoyed staying here, especially when they stayed in the annex.”

“They stayed there?” Naru wondered. “It’s boarded up now…”

“Supposedly, my father proposed to my mother when they stayed there… And they came here for their honeymoon.”

Kitsune’s eyes opened at that. “Wow, I guess you do have a connection to this place…”

“If you say so…” Sayuri replied quietly.

“What was that?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing. Say, you wouldn’t mind letting me have a cup of that sake, would you?”

“Why not?” Kitsune filled a cup and handed it to Sayuri. “Welcome to Hinata House.”

Sayuri took the cup with a nod, raised it in a silent toast, and drained it. “Oh, that’s good. I’ve missed this…”

“Missed what?”

“Drinking sake in an outdoor bath,” Sayuri answered. “It doesn’t get any better than this” She lounged back, savoring the warmth from the sake, a pleasant accompaniment to the warmth from the springs.

Kitsune smirked. “I think we’re gonna get along just fine…”

XXX

“Come in, it’s open,” Kitsune called out, not bothering to get up from where she was relaxing.

“Hello Kitsune,” Sayuri called out as she stepped into the room. “Thanks for the drink in the bath, I just wanted to return the favor. Care for a drink?”

“Sure, what you got there?”

“Sake.”

“That’ll do,” Kitsune drawled. “Wait… Is that the Ishikawa Bear Killer brew? Where’d you get that? You raid Haruka’s stock?”

“Haruka? Oh, you mean Keitaro’s aunt? No, this is mine, I do have my own sources,” Sayuri reassured her, pouring two cups, handing one to Kitsune.

“Cheers!” The fox-eyed resident called out, lifting her cup in a toast, then taking a long swallow, and letting out a satisfied sigh. “Haruka’s pretty stingy with this stuff…”

“It is good isn’t it?” Sayuri mused.

“Oh yeah…”

“Can I ask you something candidly?”

“Go ahead. Might not be able to answer, depending on what it is, but go ahead…”

“Are Naru and Keitaro an item?”

Kitsune grinned. “I’ll answer that after another cup.”

“Extortionist,” Sayuri grumped good naturedly, refilling Kitsune’s cup.

“You say the sweetest things…” Kitsune emptied her cup and lounged back in her chair. “They should be an item,” she replied. “If they’d quit acting like idiots and be honest with each other. Why do you ask anyway? You interested in Kei-kun?”

Sayuri recoiled. “No!” she responded instantly. “Absolutely not!”

“Okay, okay. Jeez, I’m sorry I asked…”

“No, I’m sorry for snapping at you,” Sayuri told her. “But I’m just not interested in Keitaro. Seems like a nice guy, but I’m not looking for someone right now.”

“Then why’d you ask?” Kitsune wondered.

“Remember what I told you about my parents?” When Kitsune nodded, Sayuri continued. “They almost didn’t get together because they wouldn’t admit what they felt…”

“How do you know that?”

“Years after they died, I was given some of their old letters. Personal stuff mostly, and it made it pretty clear. It made me want to make sure that that it didn’t happen to anyone else, and when I saw how Naru and Keitaro acted around each other, it made me think of my parents,” Sayuri admitted.

“So you’re a part time cupid?” Kitsune asked.

“You could say that…”

“So, you wanna help Naru and Keitaro hook up?”

“Yes.”

“Is that why you really came here?”

“No, I really just wanted to live here,” Sayuri explained. “I just feel that Keitaro and Naru should be together.” Sayuri emptied her own cup, and then refilled both hers and Kitsune’s.

“I was right, we’re going to get along just fine,” Kitsune remarked with a grin as she brought her cup to her lips. Emptying it, she smacked her lips in satisfaction. “So what do we do?”

“Send ‘em out on a date?” Sayuri suggested.

“Worth a try. They haven’t had much luck, but maybe with both of us helping, who knows?”

“Okay. But how do we get them to agree to go out?” Sayuri asked.

“Leave that to me,” Kitsune replied with a foxy smirk. “I’ll have ’em spend a day at the park. Nice and peaceful, nice and romantic.”

“That’s good,” Sayuri nodded in agreement. “Maybe one of those boat rides? You know, the ones shaped like swans?”

“Great minds think alike…”

Sayuri smirked at that, and the two of them continued plotting well into the evening, to match up Keitaro and Naru.

XXX

“So what happened then Keitaro?” Sayuri asked, pressing an alcohol soaked cotton ball to a cut on Keitaro’s forehead.

“The date was going fine, we were enjoying ourselves, and the boat ride was a perfect end to everything… until I reached out to pick a lily from the water and capsized the boat…”

“And she hit you for that?” Sayuri asked in astonishment.

Keitaro hissed as the alcohol came into contact with a fresh cut on his face. “Not at first. We were both laughing at what happened, but Naru…” He broke off, blushing and casting his eyes downward.

“What?” Sayuri pressed.

“She-she was wearing a white blouse… with a white bra… and when they got wet…”

Comprehension dawned on Sayuri’s face. “I see…”

“So did I…” Keitaro replied without thinking, before he paled, realizing what he’d just said. “I-I didn’t mean to look, really, I didn’t, but she was right in front of me, and-and…” He trailed off, realizing just how stupid he sounded. “That’s when she hit me,” Keitaro continued softly.

Sayuri closed her eyes and sighed. “You really are unlucky, aren’t you…” she murmured softly, before a new sense of resolve came over her. “Well, I guess that means you’ll just have to really sweep Naru off of her feet next time…”

“Next time?” Keitaro asked incredulously. “She told me she didn’t want to have anything to do with me…”

Sayuri waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that Keitaro, she’s just a little upset. When she cools down a bit, she’ll be more understanding…” ‘Especially after Kitsune and I finish talking to her,’ she added silently.

Keitaro took a few seconds to consider that, and then he looked at Sayuri oddly. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Sayuri asked innocently.

“Fixing me up with Naru.”

“You like her, don’t you?” she asked without preamble.

Taken aback by Sayuri’s bluntness, Keitaro found himself stammering. “I-I… we study together… and-and we sometimes get along, and-and she’s cute-”

“So you like her,” Sayuri interjected, cutting of Keitaro’s reply.

“But-but…”

Rolling her eyes, Sayuri ignored Keitaro’s clumsy attempts at rebuttal. “You like her, she likes you, just admit it. The two of you belong together…”

“How do you know?”

“Just trust me on this, okay? What do you want to try for your next date?” Sayuri asked him, successfully redirecting the conversation.

“Ummm… dinner?” Keitaro answered lamely.

Sayuri rubbed her temples in frustration. “It’s a good thing you’ve got friends who’ll help you Keitaro, or you’d be outta luck. Okay, when she calms down in a few weeks, you’re going to take Naru to the Velvet Glove for dinner, and then…”

XXX

“How on EARTH did you manage to spill an entire dinner on her?” Sayuri asked Keitaro the morning following the dinner date.

“It-it was an accident! I swear I didn’t mean it!” Keitaro yelped desperately.

“How did it happen?”

Keitaro slumped his shoulders and held his head in his hands. “We had both sat down, and I even had held Naru’s chair out for her, and we ordered our food,” he recalled. “I took my napkin and tucked it in - you know, so I didn’t spill anything, cuz I’m clumsy sometimes… but I accidentally tucked in the table cloth as well.”

“You gotta be kidding…”

Somehow, Keitaro managed to look even more humiliated. “I wish… Halfway through the meal, I needed to use the washroom, and when I got up-”

“Never mind,” Sayuri interrupted. “I can figure it out.”

“It gets worse,” Keitaro added weakly.

“How?”

“I-I didn’t have enough to pay for all the dishes I broke, so I had to wash dishes the rest of the night to pay for them. Naru stormed off in a huff, saying that I ruined her best outfit.”

“Jeez, you really were born under a bad sign weren’t you?” Sayuri asked him sympathetically.

“How’d you know I was a Capricorn?”

“I didn’t” Sayuri replied. “But I’m not surprised, given your bad luck. This isn’t going to make things easier…”

“Why are you trying so hard?” Keitaro wondered.

“My own parents had this kind of trouble before they got together,” Sayuri explained. “If they had just given up, I wouldn’t be here…”

Keitaro took a long look at Sayuri before he replied. “You really feel strongly about this, don’t you?” he asked rhetorically.

“I guess I do,” she admitted.

“That’s kinda romantic.”

“Thanks,” Sayuri replied with a faint smile.

Keitaro slumped even further. “But I don’t think you’ll be able to do anything about me and Naru…”

“Now, now, now, don’t just give up Keitaro,” Sayuri admonished him. “This isn’t over yet. In anticipation of just such a thing, I got these for you and Naru,” she announced, handing him an envelope.

Taking the envelope from Sayuri, Keitaro opened it to find: “Neverland tickets? How’d you get these? They’re harder to get than an audience with the Emperor…”

“I have a few secrets,” Sayuri replied cryptically. “Wait for a week or two, and then invite Naru to go with you to Neverland.”

“I’ll try,” Keitaro replied, slipping the tickets into his pocket. “Don’t know if she’ll accept though.”

“Leave that to me,” Sayuri replied without concern.

“Thank you Sayuri, for all of your help,” Keitaro told her, a gentle smile on his face.

“It’s nothing,” she responded demurely, a smile of her own in place. She then got up and left Keitaro’s room, the smile falling away after she closed the door. “I have to make this work,” she murmured in quiet desperation in the hallway. “They can’t just give up on each other. Why can’t Naru realize that he’s only clumsy, not malicious?” She felt herself blush suddenly, recalling the smile that he’d given her.

She shook her head roughly, trying to clear the surprisingly vivid, but not unpleasant memory. “I can’t let myself think of him like that…”

‘Why not?’ a quiet voice at the back of her mind asked Sayuri.

Sayuri methodically stomped all over that thought, but she couldn’t completely make herself stop wondering about it.

XXX

“You’ve got to be kidding… It went WORSE this time?” Sayuri asked in abject disbelief. “What happened?”

“It didn’t go all bad,” Keitaro admitted. “Naru was excited about going to Neverland again… and I was thrilled that I wasn’t extorted for the tickets this time.”

“Extorted?” Sayuri asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Never mind, long story,“ Keitaro replied with a shake of his head. “We were both having a good time,” he continued. “You know, walking around, trying to win a stuffed animal, cotton candy, a few rides… It was great… right up to when Naru needed to use the washroom.”

“What happened then?”

“When I was waiting for her, this foreigner, a blonde, blue eyed girl over two meters tall, with long legs, a tight, short dress, and a huge rack…” Keitaro blushed when he realized who he was talking to. “Sorry…”

“…Don’t tell me you hit on her…”

“NO!” Keitaro practically shrieked. “She walked up to me, and in terrible Japanese, asked me how to get to the train station. I told her as best I could in English, and she thanked me for it. Then she smiled seductively, got right in my face and asked if I wanted to be her ‘private’ tour guide… And that’s when Naru came out and saw her.”

“Oh… Hell…”

“That’s what I said,” Keitaro remarked candidly. “The girl saw her and walked away, so I had to try to explain it to Naru.”

“That couldn’t have been fun.”

“It wasn’t, but it worked. I managed to convince her that I wasn’t flirting with that gaijin, and for once, she believed me.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“We went to get something to eat, and after that, we decided to go on some rides.”

“Whoa. Back up. You went on the rides AFTER you ate? Are you insane?” A look of horrified realization came over Sayuri. “Oh my god… Don’t tell me… Please don’t tell me you threw up on Naru…”

Keitaro merely slumped his shoulders in shame.

“How could you be so stupid?” she berated him. “Going on a roller coaster after you ate?”

“It… It wasn’t a roller coaster…” he whispered.

“Tilt-a-whirl?”

“No…”

“Viking?”

Keitaro shook his head.

“Then what?”

Keitaro murmured an unintelligible reply.

“What was that?”

“The Ferris wheel,” he whispered softly.

A heavy silence hung in the room for a few moments, before Sayuri spoke again. “You lost your lunch on a Ferris wheel? I don’t believe this…”

“That-that’s never happened to me before…”

“Oh Keitaro,” Sayuri said, her voice thick with pity. “I-I don’t know what to say about this…”

“Please, don’t say anything. Naru said more than enough on the way home.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I think I’m going to get a drink…” Keitaro sighed deeply, then appeared to consider something. “Say, would… would you like to come with me?”

“For a drink?” Sayuri squeaked in surprise. “You and me?”

“I don’t wanna drink alone,” Keitaro confessed. “And I-I… like talking to you…” he added hopefully, before his face fell when he noticed the complete shock on her features. “Never mind, that was stupid of me to ask, I’ll just go now.”

“Keitaro…”

“What was I thinking. An attractive girl like you...”

“Keitaro, listen…”

“I mean, I just puked all over Naru on our date, I’d probably end up dropping you in the sewer.”

“Keitaro!”

“What?”

“I-I wouldn’t mind having a drink with you…” Sayuri replied softly.

“Really?”

“You look like you could use some cheering up…” Sayuri winced when she noticed the hurt look on his face. “This isn’t a pity date!” she added hastily. “I-I like spending time with you too…” ‘You can’t spend time with him like this, it’s wrong!’ the voice at the back of her mind admonished her.

‘Look at him,’ the more practical part of her psyche replied. ‘If he doesn’t start feeling better about himself, he’ll never get together with Naru. He HAS to do that, and if this helps him, then it’s a good thing. Besides, he IS kinda cute when he isn’t flailing around and stammering…’ Sayuri instantly broke off that thought, surprised at its strength, even as she felt her cheeks get warm.

“Is something wrong Sayuri?” Keitaro asked, curious as to why she’d been silent for a few moments.

“No, nothing at all,” she reassured him. “Lemme get my coat…” the two of them stood up and walked out of the landlord’s room, Keitaro feeling a little better that he had someone to share his misery. Sayuri was waging an internal battle, knowing that spending time socially with Keitaro wasn’t right, but unable to explain the faint feelings of excitement that were starting to take root in her.

XXX

“Naru, you can’t possibly still think that he did that on purpose…” It had been three weeks since the utterly disastrous date of Keitaro and Naru at Neverland. “Keitaro couldn’t possibly have planned to throw up on you on the Ferris wheel.”

“I don’t question that,” Naru acknowledged. “I knew it was an accident, but really, what difference does it make?”

“Then-then why don’t you forgive him, and go out on another date?” Sayuri asked.

Naru sighed, and let herself sink down into the outdoor bath, until her chin was level with the waterline. “Because if I do, something will probably go wrong,” she admitted. “Every time we’ve gone out together, trouble happens. Maybe he’s a chaos magnet, maybe he’s unlucky, or maybe he just pissed someone off in a previous life. I can only put up with so much…”

“But Keitaro’s a nice guy…”

“I know. But with his luck, maybe he’s more trouble than he’s worth…”

“The two of you seem to go so well together,” Sayuri protested.

“It can be nice to be with him,” Naru allowed. “Really nice, but it never lasts. He does something stupid, says something wrong, or his bad luck jumps out and bites him on the ass. It isn’t easy, knowing that when you’re with him, you might end up flashing a group of perfect strangers.”

“But, but you like him…”

“Yeah, I do,” Naru replied candidly. “But I don’t know if I could take being with him, or if he could keep forgiving me when I react.”

Sayuri didn’t say anything for a few minutes, going over what Naru had said, desperately trying to think of a way to rebut her surprisingly concise arguments. “What if he finds someone else?” she asked. “Could-could you accept him being with another woman?”

“Like you?”

Sayuri went ghostly pale. “Me?” she replied incredulously. “That-that’s impossible, completely out of the question. I-”

“Is it?” Naru pressed, looking Sayuri right in her eyes. “You’ve done nothing here but talk him up to me since you got here, so I’d say it’s obvious you like him…”

“He-he’s a nice guy,” Sayuri replied honestly, “but believe me, there’s no way we could end up together.”

“Well, why don’t you try?” asked Naru. “You’ve been telling me that for months, so why not take your own advice?”

Sayuri opened her mouth to reply, but she couldn’t make any words come out. She sat there dazed, her head spinning from Naru’s candid admissions and suggestions. ‘Keitaro and I cannot work. It can’t…’ she thought to herself, before a new idea came into her head.

‘If Naru sees me and Keitaro getting closer, maybe her jealousy will make her try to get him back. Yes, Kitsune did say that pressuring her like that would be the best way to get her to admit her feelings to Keitaro. It’s… drastic, but if it works, it’ll be worth the trouble.’ Deep down though, Sayuri was a little disquieted when she realized that the idea of spending time with Keitaro was no longer as disturbing to her as it once might have been.

Taking her leave from Naru, Sayuri left the outdoor bath, dried herself off and got dressed, heading to her room to change into some nicer clothes, before she marched purposely to Keitaro’s room. She knocked on the door, entered when she was told it was open, and without preamble, told Keitaro: “Get cleaned up and changed. We’re going on a date.”

Once Keitaro had stopped choking, and set down his now mostly empty cup of tea, he managed to croak out: “I-I beg your pardon?”

“A date,” Sayuri repeated. “You and I are going on one. Right now.”

“Wh-why?”

“When an attractive girl comes up to you and says she wants to date you, the correct response is, “Yes ma’am!”

“Err… yes ma’am!” ‘What brought this on?’ a flustered Keitaro wondered silently.

Sayuri gave him a brilliant smile. “Very good Keitaro. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room. Don’t leave me waiting too long,” she purred, as she sashayed out of his room. ‘Once Naru hears about this, she’ll come to her senses and realize that she has to get serious about Keitaro.’

Sayuri waited in the living room for Keitaro, disappointed that no one was there to see the two of them leave together when Keitaro made his way down the stairs nearly ten minutes later. Taking him by the hand, Sayuri all but dragged a flustered and nervous Keitaro out of the door, not having any set plans, but deciding that she’d make it up as she went. ‘Doesn’t really matter where we go, as long as Naru finds out about it. That’ll give her just the little push she needs…’ Sayuri thought confidently.

With that last thought, Sayuri tightened her grip on Keitaro’s hand, causing him to blush heavily, and lead him towards the lights of Hinata, for a night on the town.

XXX

It was a very reserved and pensive Sayuri that returned with Keitaro to Hinata House about four hours later. She found herself smiling absently at another of Keitaro’s observations, but her mind was feverishly reviewing everything that had happened between them. The ‘date’ had gone spectacularly well; no other words seemed appropriate. Keitaro’s clumsiness, and his ‘foot-in-mouth’ syndrome had been dormant the entire time.

There hadn’t been a single groping, panty flash, or other embarrassing mishap that had ruined dates between Keitaro and Naru. Sayuri had expected to have to run damage control all evening, but when nothing had gone wrong, she’d let herself get swept up in what they’d been doing. Over dinner, they’d had a long and honest chat, Keitaro telling her everything about his life at Hinata House, while Sayuri had found herself telling him that she’d been an orphan, and that she’d always had to rely on herself. The look of concern and sadness this had prompted from Keitaro caused all sorts of unexpected and unintended feelings to well up in her.

‘I-I can’t be feeling like this for him, I just can’t…’ Sayuri reminded herself, even as she found herself sneaking another look at his face, his smile warming her heart, and stirring feelings that she hadn’t dealt with in ages. ‘Naru should be falling for him, not me. I-I have to make sure that the two of them get together,’ she thought, even as she took off her shoes and followed Keitaro through the empty halls of the residence. ‘Where is everyone? Why haven’t we met up with anyone? The whole point of this was to have Naru see us going out…’

“That was fun. I really enjoyed spending time with you Sayuri.”

Keitaro’s statement cut through Sayuri’s musings like a scalpel. “I enjoyed it too Keitaro,” she replied honestly.

“Maybe we could do this again sometime?” Keitaro asked hopefully.

‘It’s time I broke this off,’ Sayuri decided. ‘I can’t let this go any further, and I’ll just let it slip to Naru what happened. That should be good enough.’ She was intending to simply tell him she’d think about it, probably letting him know that it wouldn’t happen again, so she was astonished when she heard herself say: “I’d like that… a lot.” The open look of surprise and delight that bloomed on Keitaro’s face at that made her heart beat faster and a flush come to her cheeks.

“Would you like some tea?”

Sayuri heard herself say ‘yes,’ and she found herself following Keitaro into his room. Sipping tea in silence in the landlord’s room, Sayuri tried once again to refocus on her original goal. “Keitaro, what do you think of Naru?” Asking him that was surprisingly difficult for her now.

Keitaro paused in sipping his tea, closing his eyes and sighing. “I like her,” he replied after a few seconds of silence. “I’ve told you that. She’s beautiful, witty, and funny; what guy wouldn’t be interested in her?” He took a sip of his tea and set his mug back on the table. “Doesn’t matter though, she’s not interested in me…”

“Of-of course she is!” Sayuri instantly replied. “You-you’ve just had a few mishaps, that’s all. My parents went through that, if they just given up…”

“I thought you said you were an orphan…” Keitaro wondered.

“They-they died when I was less than a year old…” Sayuri replied nervously. “But… but you and Naru belong together, anyone can see that.”

“Do we?”

“Yes!” Sayuri exclaimed.

“But-but what if I’ve started to like someone else?” Keitaro replied quietly, unable to look Sayuri in the eyes.

Sayuri stared at Keitaro uncomprehendingly for a moment, before she understood, in a flash of realization, who he was referring to. Unsuccessfully willing herself not to blush, Sayuri stammered, “You-you can’t, it, it wouldn’t be right…”

“Why?” Keitaro asked softly, rising to his feet. He was using every iota of his courage to keep from bolting in panic, desperate to see things through.

Sayuri got to her feet, the maelstrom of emotions she was feeling confusing her, causing her to question what had once been so clear. She needed to get away, to regain her center and her focus, when Keitaro’s clumsiness, which had been waiting all day for such an opportunity, pounced.

As Keitaro came around the table to talk with Sayuri, he tripped on a floorboard, falling forward and sending him and Sayuri to the floor, his hands, predictably, on her breasts. He paled when he realized what had happened, and he tried to push himself up, inadvertently squeezing Sayuri’s breasts in the process.

For Sayuri, the feeling of a man touching her again after so long, even if it was Keitaro, was almost unbearable. She felt her nipples harden reflexively, and she was aware of a sudden warm, slick feeling between her legs. Her cheeks burned with a fierce blush, and she looked up into Keitaro’s face, and saw fear and concern there, but no small amount of affection and desire as well. Feelings and hungers she hadn’t faced in so long overwhelmed her, and before she could stop herself, Sayuri reached up and pulled Keitaro’s head down, crushing his lips against her own.

Keitaro froze, completely shocked by what was happening. Sayuri’s kiss was so desperate and so longing, that after a few seconds, he let himself rest against her, answering the kiss with equal vigor. Keitaro slipped his left hand behind Sayuri’s head, entwining his fingers in her hair as he felt Sayuri ease her tongue into his mouth, sinuously rubbing it against his own. He could feel the wonderful fullness of her breasts pushing against his chest, and he was acutely aware that he was laying in between Sayuri’s legs.

Sayuri was reveling in feelings and sensations she had not experienced in far too long, and the experience of having a man’s body pressed against her more than made up for the discomfort of being on her back on the floor. Eager to heighten the experience, she broke off the kiss, and moved her lips to Keitaro’s neck, kissing and biting gently, causing him to let out a soft moan. Sliding her right hand down, she slipped it under his shirt, and gently raked his back with her fingernails. When she was able to work her left leg free, Sayuri wrapped around Keitaro, pulling him tight against her, and bringing his hardness in contact with her now very sensitive sex.

Keitaro felt his heart rate skyrocket at Sayuri’s actions; it was obvious that she’d done this before, and he figured that it would be best if he just followed her lead. When his knee rubbed against the floor painfully, it dawned on him that maybe they could go somewhere more comfortable. “Do-do you want-uhhh… want to move to the… Ohhh! …futon…?” Keitaro managed to gasp out, his speech hampered by the attention Sayuri was giving him.

“If you want,” Sayuri replied in a low, husky voice that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“O-okay…” Keitaro stammered. Letting go of her, Keitaro placed his hands on the floor next to her shoulders and started to push himself up, when Sayuri grabbed onto him and held on to his shoulders.

“Carry me,” Sayuri breathed into his left ear, before she suckled on his earlobe, and wrapped her right leg around his waist, joining them together behind Keitaro, and causing him to press against her even more, exciting the both of them.

Wishing with all his heart that he was stronger, Keitaro slipped his hands under Sayuri’s ass, both to get a better grip, and because it was pretty damn sexy, and carefully rose to his feet. Hoping that his clumsiness would leave him alone for awhile, Keitaro carefully made his way to his futon, Sayuri held tight against him, kissing him hungrily, apparently not caring that it made it much harder for him to get where he was going.

Struggling to keep his balance and hold on to her, Keitaro carefully carried Sayuri to his futon, electing to sit down with her holding onto him, rather that trying to set her down. As soon as he sat down, Sayuri shoved him onto his back, before she reached down and pulled his shirt open, causing the buttons to go flying in all directions. Before Keitaro could even think of objecting to the ruination of his shirt, Sayuri quickly pulled her own blouse over her head, revealing a rather plain white bra. Just as quickly, she reached behind her back, undid the clasp, and let the bra slide off of her shoulders, baring her breasts to Keitaro.

“Touch them.”

“H-huh?” a rattled Keitaro replied.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Sayuri reached down and grabbed Keitaro’s hands, bringing them to her breasts. Out of reflex, he tried to yank them back, but she held his hands tightly. “Play with my tits Keitaro. Squeeze them. It’s been far too long…” She let out a languid moan at his first nervous, gentle squeeze. “A little harder Keitaro, I’m not fragile… ohhh… that’s nice…” she breathed.

Keitaro could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and he could hear his own pulse racing, but what he was the most aware of was the soft warm feeling of Sayuri’s breasts in his hands, and the pleasant discomfort of his erection pushing against her inner thighs as she straddled him.

Sayuri grinned ferally at Keitaro as she started to move her hips, slowly, sensually grinding herself against his prick, her now damp panties rubbing up against her sensitive sex. She heard Keitaro gasp when she started moving, and she felt him mirror her movements, desperately trying to heighten the sensation. Sayuri leaned down, holding her chest against Keitaro’s as she moved, practically rubbing him down with her breasts as she kissed him again. Her tongue pushed past his lips, intertwining with his as they kissed, and when Sayuri finally pulled back after a few minutes, there was a thin thread of her saliva joining their lips.

“Use your mouth,” Sayuri commanded, as she slid up Keitaro’s body, until her magnificent breasts were scant inches away from his waiting mouth.

Taking a brief second to savor the sight, Keitaro stared in wonder at Sayuri’s tits. They were beautiful; full, well-shaped, and perky, with large, bright pink nipples, and areolas an inch and a half across. Ceasing his look of adoration, and wanting to act before Sayuri regained her senses and left, Keitaro stuck his tongue out, gently brushing it against her right nipple, which hardened instantly at his touch. He swirled his tongue around it three times, before he took it between his lips and suckled it greedily.

Sayuri moaned into Keitaro’s ear, his oral ministrations creating incredible sparks of pleasure as he ravished her sensitive nipples. It was all she could do to keep herself from grabbing his head and holding him against her chest, desperate for more attention. She could tell that Keitaro hadn’t done this before, his technique was a little sloppy, but his enthusiasm and youthful eagerness more than made up for that shortcoming. “Suck on the other one Keitaro,” she groaned throatily, pulling herself back and easing her left nipple to Keitaro’s hungry lips.

Keitaro eagerly took Sayuri’s left nipple into his mouth, feeling a thrill run through him as it instantly hardened between his lips. Holding it between his lips, he trilled his tongue against the tip, loving how Sayuri squirmed in response. Feeling uncharacteristically bold, Keitaro placed his hands on Sayuri’s sides and slowly slid them down towards her waist, then moving them back up after reaching the waistband of her slacks, letting his fingertips trace lightly over her skin. When she rubbed even harder against him, Keitaro let out a muffled groan.

Keitaro was doing a wonderful job of stimulating her breasts, but Sayuri could tell that as excited as he obviously was, he had to be on the verge of climaxing. ‘I should at least make his first time memorable,’ she thought to himself. She pulled herself up, her nipple escaping Keitaro’s lips with a ‘pop.’ He opened his mouth to protest,. But she silenced him with a finger over his lips. “Keitaro…” she cooed. “Do you want to suck on my tits, or do you want me to suck your cock?”

Keitaro felt his prick swell even more at that question, and he gave his honest answer before he could help himself. “B-both…”

Sayuri smiled wickedly, pleased at the unexpected answer. She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry, you’ll have another chance…” Sayuri then slowly started to kiss her way down Keitaro’s body, giving his nipples some special attention, before she went lower, kissing her way to his navel, going around it once, before she reached the waistband of his pants. She quickly undid the button and unzipped his fly, effortlessly easing his pants down, as Keitaro lifted his hips up to make it easier. His pants were dropped to the floor without any thought as Sayuri slid his boxer shorts off, allowing Keitaro’s cock to spring free.

Keitaro clenched his teeth and breathed in sharply as Sayuri took hold of him in her hand, giving his cock an almost appraising look, before she gave him a slow, solitary stroke, which nearly made him cry out. Sayuri’s breath was tickling the tip of his prick, and her lips were tantalizingly close to him, and he found himself unable to do anything but lay there, completely at her mercy.

“You want me to suck your cock Keitaro?” Sayuri teased, giving him another gentle stroke. “You want to cum in my mouth?”

“Y-yes…” Keitaro managed to gasp out.

“Tell me what you want,” Sayuri ordered, giving his shaft an even more languid stroke.

Feeling his head spin in near delirium, and absolutely throbbing with desire, Keitaro heard himself say things he would have been hesitant to even think, never mind speak. “Please. S-suck my cock, Sayuri,” he blurted out. “I want you to suck me off, and-and drink my- Uhhh!” He broke off in surprise when Sayuri did exactly as he wished.

Sayuri took the head of Keitaro’s cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, before she eased her head forward and took the entire length into her mouth. She kept it there for a few seconds, before she pulled her head back, until only the head was between her lips, and then she deep-throated him once more.

For Keitaro, the experience was absolutely mind blowing; he closed his eyes and arched his back, clenching his teeth to keep himself from crying out in pleasure. He wanted to make noise, to let Sayuri know just how good it felt, but he knew that with the other residents at home, that it could be tantamount to suicide to do so. Gripping the bed sheets with his left hand, and with his right forearm over his eyes, Keitaro tried to focus only on the sensation of Sayuri’s lips and tongue on his cock. But even as overwhelming as these feelings were, he was still able to hear the knocking at his door.

“Sempai?” Shinobu’s voice called out through the door, unknowingly nearly sending Keitaro into cardiac arrest. “Are you in there? Are you all right?”

Fighting down an urge to jump for his clothes, or possibly the window, Keitaro glanced down at Sayuri, and the look in her eyes told him that she wasn’t going to stop, something he found frightening… and arousing. Wiling his voice to stay steady, Keitaro replied, “I-I’m fine Shinobu. Is something wrong?”

“You missed dinner sempai. So did Sayuri. Do you know where she is?”

“No idea,” Keitaro gasped out, as the girl in question took his cock from her mouth, and began trilling her tongue along the slit on its tip. “I went out to eat, I’m not hungry…” By now, Keitaro’s teeth and eyes were clenched shut, and he was gripping the bed sheets so hard his knuckles were white.

“There’s some leftover dessert, would you like a piece sempai?”

“No thanks,” Keitaro rasped, even as Sayuri began to lick the entire length of his shaft, from the base to the tip.

“You sure?” Shinobu pressed.

“Yes!” Keitaro nearly cried out. “I-I’m just going to turn in early today.”

“Okay,” Shinobu replied, sounding vaguely disappointed. “Goodnight sempai.”

“Goodnight,” Keitaro replied weakly, managing to stifle a groan as Sayuri once again took him into her mouth. He was astonished to realize that the prospect of getting caught by the resident chef had been exciting to him, and probably to Sayuri as well, judging by how she’d acted during the episode. Her efforts had been more successful than he’d expected, and he felt himself about to climax. Feeling an urge to cry out, he desperately bit his right forearm, just as he felt himself fall into the abyss. His cry of pleasure, even muffled by his arm, was louder in the small room than he anticipated, even as he felt his hips buck as he fired two long jets of his seed into Sayuri’s waiting mouth.

Sayuri kept her lips wrapped around Keitaro’s cock, even as his cum splashed against the back of her throat. Swallowing it in three gulps, she continued to slide her lips up and down his now deflating shaft, cleaning up the last traces of his semen, until she released the limp organ, which was slick with her saliva. A quick look at Keitaro told her exactly what she’d expected; he was spent, breathing hard, trying to get his wind back, and coated with perspiration. It also looked like she’d need a crowbar to pry the smile off of his face. He reached down and started stroking Sayuri’s hair with his left hand, something she wished he’d done earlier, but she was willing to forgive that oversight.

‘That was… amazing,’ Keitaro thought to himself sleepily. The experience had been more draining than he’d expected, and he found himself feeling drowsy, despite his wishes to stay awake. When Sayuri crawled back up and kissed him, he wasn’t able to respond as much as he wished, both out of tiredness, as well as the knowledge of where her lips had just been holding him in check. But he made an effort, in spite of his misgivings, as he felt it would be unspeakably rude to try to push her away. After a minute or so, Sayuri broke the kiss and slipped into an embrace, Keitaro holding her tightly, and letting the warmth of her body ease him into slumber.

“Eat my pussy.”

Keitaro’s eyes snapped open as Sayuri repeated the request into his ear. Her voice had been gentle, but there was a faint element of pleading in her tone that Keitaro realized he couldn’t say no to. “I-I’ve never done that,” he reluctantly admitted.

“It’s not that difficult Keitaro,” Sayuri reassured him “Please Keitaro… It’s been so long…”

When he considered what she’d done for him, Keitaro couldn’t bring himself to argue. Besides, it wasn’t as if he never wanted to try, but now that he was facing the possibility of doing it, his nervousness returned. Deciding that the best way to get over his misgivings was to simply do it, Keitaro eased himself out of Sayuri’s grasp, moved himself besides Sayuri’s legs, and undid her slacks. When she nodded at him when he glanced back at her, Keitaro slowly pulled the garment down, bringing her unexpectedly shapely legs into view.

Keitaro had to admit, he was pleasantly surprised by how beautiful Sayuri’s legs were. He hadn’t thought that they’d be ugly, but he never expected them to be as toned and shapely as say, Motoko’s. While she didn’t look like she could crack walnuts with her thighs, she was still in better shape than he expected. With hands that were shaking only a little, Keitaro then reached for the waistband of Sayuri’s white panties.

She blocked his hands and shook her head. “Use your teeth Keitaro,” she urged. “Pull them down with your teeth, it‘s sexier...”

Swallowing nervously, Keitaro eased his head towards Sayuri’s panties. ‘Do-do I grab them by the top or the bottom?’ he wondered silently, before he decided to start at the top. Easing his tongue under the elastic, and tasting the sweat on her skin, Keitaro took the edge between his teeth and slowly pulled down, the heady scent of Sayuri flooding his senses. Pulling as far as he could, revealing the top of a thick, but downy soft looking patch of black hair, Keitaro realized that he’d have to pull in a few different places to get Sayuri’s panties all the way off.

As he moved his lips to another point on the elastic, he impulsively kissed just above the exposed hair, drawing a pleased hum from Sayuri. Taking hold of the band in his teeth, Keitaro pulled it down past her hips, all of the while marveling at how smooth her skin was. Once he’d gotten the other side of the undergarment past Sayuri’s hips, Keitaro boldly, but carefully, took hold of the crotch, amazed at how wet they were, and finding the taste different than he’d expected but not unpleasant, and that he wanted to sample more of it. With a tug, he was able to pull the sodden strip of fabric free, and he slowly dragged them down the length of Sayuri’s legs, tossing them aside as they slipped off of her feet.

Sayuri propped herself upon her elbows, spreading her legs wider and giving Keitaro a pleading look. “Lick me Keitaro… Please…”

Crawling forward, Keitaro eased Sayuri’s legs onto his shoulders, giving her inner thighs a few gentle kisses as he moved himself closer. With his face inches away from her fragrant sex, Keitaro took a moment to gather his courage, and hoped that he remembered enough from the magazines and videos he’d seen to not screw up, before he slowly lowered his lips and kissed Sayuri’s lower, more sensitive ones.

Sayuri moaned softly, the feeling of a man’s lips upon her after so long absolutely heavenly. After a few minutes of gentle kissing, Sayuri pushed herself up against Keitaro, trying to tell him that she wanted him to do more. She gasped when she felt him tentatively run his tongue along her engorged lips, brushing ever so lightly against her clit. She reached down with her right hand and pulled Keitaro’s head tight against her. “Lick me Keitaro,” she breathed. “Put your tongue in me…”

His confidence growing with every sound Sayuri made, Keitaro obliged, slowly sliding his tongue between Sayuri’s pussy lips, reaching in as far as he could, and then lapping as if he was drinking water from a stream. The languid moan Sayuri let out in response both pleased and frightened him. It was sweet music to his ears, but it was awfully damn loud as well. He could hear footsteps up in Naru’s room, and the last thing in the world he wanted was for her to investigate any strange noises right now.

Working his right arm free, Keitaro tried to place his hand over Sayuri’s mouth, desperate to keep her from making noise. Strangely, the idea of ceasing his efforts never even occurred to him. When he tried to cover her mouth, he was shocked, and then aroused, when she began to suck eagerly on his two longest fingers, giving them the same treatment she’d earlier given his prick. Keitaro felt himself begin to stir in response, and he pulled his tongue out of Sayuri, leaving her to whimper in frustration, before gasping when he started trilling his tongue on her clitoris.

Sayuri was surprised and delighted by how quickly Keitaro had picked up the basics of eating pussy, and she felt herself bucking up against his face, trying to maximize the contact. She found that sucking on his fingers was pleasurable to her as well, and while she considered turning around and taking Keitaro’s cock in her mouth again, she decided that she wanted him inside of her more. “Faster Keitaro,” she whispered, momentarily pulling his fingers from her mouth. “Please don’t stop…” she begged. She forced herself to stifle a yelp as he gently bit her clit in response, and she made to make an effort to not bite down on his fingers.

Repositioning himself so that he wasn’t resting on his now turgid erection, Keitaro threw himself into his task with total abandon. While he didn’t want the other residents to hear what was happening, at this point he wouldn’t have stopped if they’d all walked into the room. His face was covered in moisture, his saliva and Sayuri’s secretions. He was having a hard time lapping everything up, but he wasn’t about to quit trying. He heard Sayuri trying to pant around his fingers, even as she wrapped her lips tightly around them. Instinctively knowing that Sayuri was on the brink, Keitaro took her clit between her teeth and gently sawed them across it.

Sayuri felt sparks of pleasure run through her, and she clamped down on Keitaro’s fingers with her lips, seizing a pillow and holding it over her head. This muted the closed mouth scream she let out when she came, bucking her hips roughly against Keitaro’s face, momentarily unable to control her own body.

Keitaro felt a virtual torrent of moisture against his face as he plunged his tongue deep into Sayuri’s pussy, continuing to lap at her until she eventually calmed down. Licking up the last of the wetness, Keitaro looked up and saw Sayuri staring back at him with half lidded, tired, but still hungry eyes. Easing her legs off of his shoulders, he kissed his way up her sweaty, heaving body, until he pressed his lips against her own, eagerly allowing her to slip her tongue into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Keitaro rested against Sayuri, listening as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Fuck me.”

Once again, Sayuri’s bluntness shook Keitaro out of his complacency. Even with all that had happened before, Keitaro still found the prospect of doing what she asked for to be intimidating. He was even considering suggesting that they relax a little, and maybe slow down, but the hungry, almost desperate look he saw in Sayuri’s eyes silenced him. ‘We-we’re really going to do this,’ he realized with a feeling of amazement. He let out a shuddering breath when Sayuri reached down and took hold of his erection, giving him a languid stroke, making him twitch involuntarily. ‘I’m ready, and I know she’s probably wet enough.’ He licked his lips absently, the taste of Sayuri still lingering there.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you Keitaro?” Sayuri pressed, continuing to slowly stroke him. “You want to stick your hard cock in my tight pussy, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Keitaro managed to gasp out.

“Then do it now, please. It’s been too long…” Sayuri let go of him and took his head in both hands, kissing him deeply, but when Keitaro started to move towards her, she broke it off and placed a hand on his chest. “Wait,” she told him, before she pulled her gorgeous legs out from under him and rolled onto her stomach beside him. She then rested her head and her arms on a pillow, and bent her knees until her ass was up in air. “I love doing it like this,” she breathed huskily.

Suddenly very aware of his own heart rate, and just how ragged his breathing probably sounded, Keitaro slowly moved until he was just behind Sayuri, the tip of his prick mere inches from Sayuri’s tight, dripping passage. With hands that were trembling, despite his most fervent wishes, Keitaro reached out and took hold of her hips, taking a second to caress the creamy smooth skin. He then eased his hips forward, until the head of his cock was just brushing against Sayuri’s pussy lips, the rush of warmth from even this tentative contact making him gasp. Even now, Keitaro was still debating over whether to go through with it, until he felt Sayuri’s hand taking hold of him, guiding him to the correct position. He looked up, and saw her gazing at him imploringly over her shoulder.

“Please Keitaro,” she whimpered. “Fuck me. I’ll do anything you want, but don’t leave me like th- Huunnh…!”

The rest of whatever she’d intended to say would always be a mystery for Keitaro, for at that point he had taken a deep breath, tightened his grip, and pushed himself into Sayuri as far as he could. Muted sounds that had no description came from his mouth as Sayuri’s warmth and tightness overwhelmed him. For a few seconds, he stayed motionless, reveling in the exquisite sensation of having the entire length of his manhood inside the beautiful woman he’d come to believe he’d fallen for during her time at Hinata House. He then slid himself almost all of the way out, before roughly shoving his way back in, some instinct telling him that Sayuri wanted it that way.

Sayuri bit her forearm to keep herself from crying out as Keitaro continued to hammer himself inside of her, each of his strokes making a sloshing noise and punctuated by a slap as his body slammed up against hers. The tears she felt weren’t from pain, as she felt nothing but ecstasy, but from the overwhelming pleasure she experienced. She had gone without for such a long time, and to finally have a man deep inside of her again was almost more than she could take. She desperately wanted to cum, and when she felt Keitaro slow down his pace a little, she craned her neck to look at him. “Don’t slow… ahhh… down… please!” she implored him.

“Isn’t… this a little… ohh… rough, though?” Keitaro replied, his concern for her well being getting the better of his animal urges.

“Please… unhh… fuck me faster… faster!” Sayuri practically begged, pushing her own hips back, meeting his thrusts to emphasize what she wanted.

Nothing in the world was sexier, Keitaro realized at that moment, than a woman looking back at you over her shoulder, her hair matted to her sweaty forehead, when you took her from behind. “Okay,” he gasped out, picking up his pace. Keitaro closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, both to muffle any sounds he might make, and to try to keep himself from finishing too quickly. He was deeply thankful that Sayuri had sucked him off previously, for if she hadn’t, he figured he would have lasted for maybe three strokes before climaxing.

As she moved to meet Keitaro’s thrusts, Sayuri could hear herself moan, despite her attempts to stay quiet, along with Keitaro’s increasingly animalistic grunting. He continued to drive into her, his warm hardness stretching her pussy, even as she attempted to grip his shaft as it moved in and out of her. Every square inch of exposed skin was coated in a fine film of sweat, and she could feel it beading up on her. From the difficulty Keitaro was having in maintaining his grip on her, she figured that he was in a similar state. She could feel herself tensing up in anticipation, and she knew that she was close. Giving Keitaro one last look, she put her head back on the pillow, and she pushed her hips back in a frenzied attempt to keep pace with him, and when she finally came, she buried her head in the pillow just in time to silence the unabashed scream that was torn from her throat.

Grimacing, clenching his teeth, and desperately trying to think about anything other than what he was doing in an attempt to hold on, Keitaro felt Sayuri’s tight passage get even tighter, and a rush of warmth flooded his cock, even as he heard her scream into the pillow. Throwing his head back, and sounding more like he’d just stubbed his toe, Keitaro fired off three massive volleys of his sperm, some of it splashing against Sayuri’s cervix, leaving him feeling like his balls had to have shriveled up after that.

With the last remnants of his strength, Keitaro managed to keep himself from simply collapsing onto Sayuri, and he was able to support himself as he laid down, feeling his shrinking member slip out of her, and he crumpled onto the futon on his back. Breathing heavily, slick with perspiration, and hoping that Sayuri didn’t ask for more, Keitaro felt his heart rate slowly return to normal and he started to shiver as the sweat on his body began to evaporate. Fatigue and drowsiness weighed heavily on him, when Sayuri snuggled into an embrace, pulling the blankets over the both of them, before she peppered his face with kisses.

“Oh Keitaro, that, that was wonderful!” she gushed, before she claimed his lips for a longer, deeper kiss.

When Sayuri finally released his lips, Keitaro replied as best he could. “Glad, glad you liked it, Sayuri-chan…” he said softly, fighting a losing battle to stay awake.

Sayuri laid her head on Keitaro’s chest and embraced him, sighing contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her. She was tired as well, but before she surrendered to sleep, she softly murmured one last thing. “You’ve grown into a fine young man Keitaro…”

Had Keitaro been a little more alert, he might have wondered about her choice of words, but they simply didn’t register with him, and he would not even remember them when he woke up, Sayuri and him locked in a warm embrace.

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It was the middle of the night when Sayuri woke with a start, momentarily disoriented, and trying to recall where she was. In a mad rush, all of what had happened came back to her, and her eyes widened in shock, as she was no longer in the throes of heat and desire, she was forced to face the cold, stark truth of what had happened. She felt herself go pale, and start to shudder, a wave of nausea crashing over her, and she carefully extracted herself from Keitaro’s arms, hastily pulling on her slacks and blouse, not bothering to retrieve her underwear, and headed for the bathroom as quietly and rapidly as she could.

Once there, she locked the door, dropped to her knees and vomited, completely purging her stomach, heaving for minutes even after she was empty. When it was over, she flushed the toilet, feeling no curiosity about it’s contents, as she knew that the bowl contained bile, everything she’d eaten in the past six hours, and most problematic, a significant amount of Keitaro’s semen. Sayuri went over to the taps, turned on the cold water and rinsed her mouth out a few times to get rid of the sour taste, and splashing water on her face, before taking a long look at her reflection.

“How-how could this have happened?” she asked herself morosely, her eyes red with the promise of tears. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this…” Sayuri’s reflection had no answers, not that she’d expected them. The person staring back at her was still a bit of a stranger. ‘Sayuri Murakawa’ looked to be about twenty-five years old, but in reality, she’d only existed for about a year.

The woman who was resting her hands on the vanity, feelings of both happiness and shame dueling inside of her, was far older. She’d been born in the Hinata district in the second decade of the twentieth century, and her name had been Hina Takayashi. When she was sixteen years old, she’d married Saburo Urashima, and had taken his name. They’d run the Hinata Inn for most of their lives, and it had survived good times and bad, political upheaval, natural disasters, and the Second World War.

When Saburo had died about twenty years ago, Hina had taken to running the inn by herself, and she’d done well enough that she’d been able to look after her grandson Keitaro from time to time. It was here that he’d made that promise with Naru Narusegawa to go to Tokyo University with her. Keitaro had grown up, and he was on the verge of attending Tokyo University, but instead of being closer to Naru, he was resting after the two of them had made love.

‘You didn’t ‘make love,’ you fucked him,’ the voice in her mind accused her. ‘You fucked your only grandson.’ She learned to swear to better deal with drunk and rowdy patrons, and she still remembered how to use obscenities.

‘Sayuri’ blinked away tears as she forced herself to remember how she’d gotten in this situation. Tough times had forced her to turn the inn into a rooming house, and it had been successful enough that she could finally take that tour of the worlds hot springs that she’d always dreamed of doing. Leaving Haruka as the house mother, she had gone globetrotting, exploring hot springs at all four corners of the globe.

One of those springs was located on a mountain in Nepal, and this spring was rumored to have magical properties. Hina had even heard whispers about it being a fountain of youth. She hadn’t believed it of course, but she’d wanted to soak in those waters, for if nothing else, it wasn’t very well known, and she’d be in a select group who’d done it. The caretakers of the spring had told her that strange things could happen to people who’d bathed in its waters, but she’d dismissed that as an attempt to make the rather modest springs more impressive to visitors.

Of course, that was before she’d entered the water, felt a tingle which had started small, but grew to feel like she was being electrocuted, and the waters glowing a brilliant white before she’d passed out. When she’d awoken, she’d discovered to her great shock that she was a young woman again. Once she’d calmed down, and quit pinching herself in a frenzied attempt to wake up, the caretakers had told her that on occasion, the springs would give someone their youth back, but that there was no way to predict who it would bless, and that she’d simply been in the right place at the right time.

After the shock had worn off, and getting reassured that the effect was real, and not an illusion, and permanent, so she wouldn’t have to worry about one day suddenly aging in fast forward, Hina had decided to take a more active role in her grandson’s future. She’d created the identity of ‘Sayuri Murakawa’ and had headed back to Japan, plans for helping Keitaro match up with Naru swirling in her mind.

She’d taken six months to plan out her strategy, sending Haruka the occasional fax to make her think she was still touring the world. The time was put to good use, and when she’d reentered Keitaro’s life in the park that day, Hina was confident that she’d thought of everything, and planned a way to deal with every obstacle.

The only thing she hadn’t planned on, was falling in love with Keitaro…

Before meeting up with him, Hina had isolated herself, a single minded devotion to matchmaking driving all of her thoughts. She hadn’t considered how she would react to the presence of others her own age, especially young men. It had been so long since she’d been this age, she’d forgotten what hormones could be like, and Keitaro didn’t look at her the way he’d looked at his grandmother. He only saw a young woman he’d apparently be interested in, and Hina hadn’t expected her own reactions to be so strong.

Hina had tried to remind herself of who she really was, and Keitaro’s relationship to her, but she didn’t look or feel like that dried-up prune she’d once been. She’d underestimated the power of physical longing, and it had been so long since she’d done what had happened earlier this evening, that she hadn’t been able, or willing, to stop what happened. And the end result was that Hina Urashima had ended up sleeping with her grandson Keitaro.

Hina wasn’t surprised to feel shame, but what startled her was the strength of it, or perhaps more accurately, the lack of strength. She wasn’t feeling dirty, or suicidally depressed, she only felt a mild twinge of regret. The experience had been wonderful, and she was disturbed to realize that she was hoping that it would happen again. ‘But I can’t! It’s wrong! I’m his grandmother! I can’t love him!’

“Why not?”

Sayuri would always swear that someone else had spoken those words, but a quick look around confirmed that she was alone. He looked into the eyes of her reflection. As far as anyone else knew, she was Sayuri Murakawa. Even Haruka didn’t know who she really was, and that had been her greatest worry before she’d arrived.

If everyone thought that’s who she was, who was she to say otherwise? Only she knew the truth, but she realized that she’s have no trouble keeping it to herself. It was perfect. She wanted to be with Keitaro, and only she could say that she couldn’t, and she wasn’t about to do that. She almost laughed out loud at the brilliance of it all, but she checked herself. No point in making others question her sanity.

But before that could happen, there was one last thing she needed to take care of. Reaching into her pocket, Hina pulled out a gold locket on a chain. She stared at it fondly; it had been an anniversary present from her late husband, and it held pictures of them both when they were young. In a moment of sentiment, Hina opened the locket, smiling at the photo of Saburo, and noticing once again just how much her face staring back at her from the locket looked like the way she did now.

The locket was her most treasured keepsake of Saburo, and she’d never been without it, but now it was a dangerous link to her past. Haruka would recognize it, and she’d have no way to explain why she had it, so it was safer to dispose of it. But this made her pause. She’d loved Saburo, and she’d spent the best years of her life with him, and getting rid of the locket would be the ultimate betrayal. Blinking away fresh tears, she closed the locket, brought it to her lips and kissed it softly. “Goodbye Saburo. I love you,” Hina whispered as she shut her eyes, extended her arm and opened her hand, a soft splash reaching her ears as the locket fell into the toilet. Hina flushed it, keeping her eyes closed, until the toilet finished its cycle. When she opened them, she half expected the locket to still be there, Saburo’s face staring defiantly at her, but it was long gone.

Sayuri Murakawa took a cloth and used it to clean her face up as best she could, before she made her way back to Keitaro’s room, re-entering it, removing her clothes, and slipping back into the futon. Keitaro murmured her name in his sleep and reached out for her, and Sayuri let herself slip into his embrace, sighing in contentment at the feel of his body against hers. “I’m here Keitaro,” she whispered softly, not wanting to wake him. “I’ve always been here for you, and I always will…”

With that, Sayuri closed her eyes, and feel back into a deep sleep.

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Within eighteen months, Keitaro and Sayuri were married, Keitaro giving her his name, and unknowingly helping complete a circle he didn’t even know existed.

Keitaro loved Sayuri deeply, and he never had any regrets, but there was one time, when he’d accidentally walked in on Sayuri when she’d been in the bathroom staring at her reflection, as she caressed her swollen stomach which held their child. He’d never be able to understand, or forget, the look she was giving herself, as if she didn’t recognize the face in the mirror.

End of Face in the Mirror.

Special thanks to Rx7 for pre-reading this, despite throwing up when I first mentioned the pairing to him.

Thanks also goes out to:

SimmyC: for making an innocent typo that started this all…

Genocide Heart: for pointing out that typo…

Fatuous One: for turning that typo into PMTAK!, prompting me to first consider this pairing in response, and giving me encouragement when I mentioned this idea…

Dreamer: whose pleas that I not do this story, merely encouraged me to continue…

And to everyone else who’s read this far…

Thank you.

Reviews would be most welcome, and yes, I AM anticipating flames for this one too… I would ask that the reviews not have any spoilers though.