Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Fly High ❯ Track 1 ( Chapter 1 )

 

Track 1

 

The alarm clock lying beside the futon had been continuously beeping since half past six early morning. “Another 10 minutes won't harm…” the girl of room 302 moaned. She tapped the `SNOOZE' button gently, putting a stop to the noise and resumed her slumber lazily. Motoko would usually wake up at this time, but the previous night's kendo training had fatigued her out.

 

“Excellent, Shinobu-chan!!!” Keitaro complimented as he finished the last piece of pancake on his plate.

 

Shinobu, donned in a checkered design apron over her school uniform was washing the plates, turned around upon hearing his remark. “Really!?” she exclaimed, blushing at the same time. “Actually, I just learnt how to make them today!!!”

 

“Ahem...” was Naru's response when she saw Shinobu's excitement. Suspecting the kanrinrin was going to do anything perverted to the young girl, Naru shot him a death glare. “Shinobu-chan is only fourteen, don't you try to lay your hands on her…” The light brown haired girl warned, clenching her fist.

 

Naru noticed there was another plate of pancakes left untouched on the dining table. “Shinobu-chan, have you made an extra set for breakfast?” she asked curiously.

 

“That's for Motoko.”

 

“Where is she?” Naru added and took the reading on her watch. It was already seven.

 

“Maybe she's still in her room,” Keitaro guessed.

 

“Seven!?” the junior high yelped and rushed to Motoko's room. Su, Shinobu and Motoko's school were located in Tokyo. It took them nearly an hour of traveling time to reach from the small town they lived in. The trio were going to be late if they do not hurry up.

 

“Motoko, wake up!!! We are going to be late for school!!!” Shinobu shook her vigorously but it was futile. She was still sleeping as soundly as if she had been drugged. “Let me do it!!!” Su popped out of nowhere, almost killing Shinobu with a heart attack. The foreigner took out a banana shaped instrument and prodded it on Motoko's hips. She pressed a button, sending the deeply sleeping girl blasting off her futon and landing with a loud thud.

 

“Su, were you trying to kill me!?” Motoko panted. She had been awakened by the electrical waves generated by the banana shaped instrument. Su returned with a sheepish smile. “We're going to be late for school!!!” Shinobu cried out loud.

 

“It's only six-forty, Shinobu chan.” Motoko said calmly as she clearly remembered she had intended to wake up 10 minutes late. She picked up her alarm clock to check the time again. Her eyes enlarged when she saw the clock showed ten minutes past seven. “WHAT!?” the oldest of the trio blurted and removed her t-shirt and shorts and put on her navy blue school uniform quickly. As for her messy long hair, she tied it back into a ponytail. Without wasting much time, Motoko brushed her teeth briefly and snatched her breakfast and bag, running off with Su and Shinobu. Keitaro and Naru could not help but shook their heads.

 

 

In the tram, Motoko slapped her forehead. She had forgotten to bring her math textbook. Su took this opportunity to tease the older one. “Motoko, you can go to school without even bathing,” Su said. “I can smell shouyu [soy sauce] from you!!!” Everybody in the tram diverted their attention to the tall schoolgirl. Some elder passengers began to remark on Motoko's attitude.

 

“Su!!!” Shinobu whispered.

 

 

 

In Motoko's classroom, the students were doing their own stuff during the Homeroom period. Some were sleeping on their desks, some busy talking away and a minority of them was reading. Motoko did nothing but sat at her own place waiting for the sensei to arrive.

 

The class representative commanded everybody to stand, bow and sit as Miss Kawamura, the teacher of the class, entered. After settling herself down, she began to take the class attendance. “All right!” She smiled, as there were no absentees.

 

“Kawamura sensei!” Jin stood up

 

“Yes, Jin?”

 

“The transfer student! Tell us about the transfer student I have heard about!” Jin was eager to know whether the transferee was `he' or `she'. Of course he was yearning for a girl in his mind. Everyone began gossiping about the arrival of the new student

 

“Transfer student?” Motoko thought. She was not aware of the news that everyone had been mentioning for the past few days nor was she interested in the first place. It was insignificant to her.

 

“Having a transfer student in the semester would be great!” Miss Kawamura replied.

 

Could it be `Miss Pretty Girl' or maybe some bone crunching macho chick? The boys' enthusiasm began to flood the classroom's atmosphere. Motoko shook her head.

 

“What do you think, Motoko?” Aki asked.

 

“Um…” was her answer. “I have no idea at all.”

 

“Excuse me, Kawamura sensei.” A man dressed in white shirt and black pants walked into the class. It was Mr. Ishida, the section head. “This boy is coming as a transfer student…” He said in an almost inaudible voice, handed her some documents.

 

Meanwhile, a yellowish chopper with bluish tribal paintjob had just arrived at the school's parking lot. “This is it,” the rider said and removed his black full faced helmet. Locking the helmet to the bike, he proceeded to his designated class calmly even though he was late.

 

“Ishida-san, you can count on me!” Miss Kawamura assured after looking through the transferee's profile. Mr. Ishida bowed and left.

 

(Knock Knock)

 

The sensei shifted her attention towards the door. He was here. The transferee was here. She smiled and motioned him to step in. As he moved towards the sensei's desk, everybody fell into dead silence. Motoko, who was not having much enthusiasm initially found herself looking at the new student

 

His bleached blond hair was nicely styled to give a short and jagged projection. “He must have put in a lot of effort in his hairdo,” Motoko analyzed. He had fine eyebrows that matched well with his ice blue eyes. On his left forearm, there was a tattoo of an electric guitar with a kanji `Koi' on it. And on the other, it was the same electric guitar with a different kanji on it, it was `Tamashii'. No doubt, he was a nice looking punk.

 

Miss Kawamura chalked his name in kanji on the blackboard.

 

`Endou Kazuma.'

 

“We have a new classmate! Let us all make him feel welcome!” Miss Kawamura said warm-heartedly.

 

“Hi, I'm Endou Kazuma, nice to meet you all.” Kazuma bowed.

 

“All right, Kazuma, can you take the empty seat beside Motoko?” The sensei said, pointing out to the particular seat at the corner of the class.

 

As the blond hired one made his way to his allocated seat, the students shifted their attention to him once again. Gossips about him being a punk, a gangster and badass were heard. Kazuma did not blow up or pick up a fight with one of the gossiper, instead a smirk was drawn on his face. “I must not let my guard down on him…” Motoko reminded herself upon seeing his unusual reaction.

 

“Oi, you better don't lay your dirty hands on the girls here,” Motoko warned Kazuma once he had settled down. “I'll bring you to justice with my shinai!”

The blond haired boy turned to his left. His eyes widened and started uttering.

 

“To…mo…ko…”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Tomoko, it's my fault back then,” Kazuma sounded guiltily as he gripped her hands. “I'm really sorry! Will you give me a chance…” Motoko was silent as she does not know what was going on. Seeing her stony reply, Kazuma could not resist furthermore and dropped to his knees, pleading for forgiveness.

 

“What in the world are you talking about!? I am definitely not the Tomoko you're looking for!!!” Motoko amplified her voice “I'm Motoko!!! Aoyama Motoko!!!” Jin then yelled from the other end, teasing the kendo girl that the transferee was proposing in her. Everybody burst into uncontrollable laughter.

 

Kazuma could see Motoko turning embarrassed and angry at the same time. He quickly apologized. “I am Motoko to you and not Tomoko, okay?” She told him again to prevent any misconception. The blond haired responded with a smile.

 

For the next half an hour of history lesson, Kazuma was lost in the gaze of an attentive Motoko. However she would glare at him back one or two times, to make sure he was not up to any perverted schemes. “Tomoko… No… It's just another person who looks like her… She's not her…” Kazuma thoughts ran through his mind.

 

“That's all for today's history lesson! No homework!” Miss Kawamura said. Hearing that there was no homework for the day, the class cheered as they had not completed the previous history assignment. Before she left, the sensei asked: “Can anyone volunteer to show Kazuma around the school later?” There was no respond at all. The boys were afraid of being bullied or become his punching bag while the girls except Motoko were afraid of being taken advantage by him. “Aw… Come on guys…” Miss Kawamura groaned. Hikari, the class rep raised her hand. “Sensei, Motoko will show him around!!!” The class rep suggested. It made sense to everyone. Motoko was the most renowned kenshi (swordsman) in the school, there was no way Kazuma could do anything to her.

 

“ME!?” Motoko exclaimed and refused to help initially. When she saw the pleading looks of everyone, she agreed hesitatedly. “Why am I so unlucky today!?”

 

 

 

During lunch time, Motoko toured Kazuma around the school, familiarizing him with the new environment. The newcomer could tell she did not enjoy doing being his personal tour guide for the past half an hour from her monotonic voice.

 

“Thank you for showing me around, Motoko!”

 

“It was nothing…” she replied, pointing out the direction in front of her. “The cafeteria's right ahead, just walk straight. See you later.” Motoko walked off, heading towards the cafeteria alone. Kazuma increased his pace, and managed to catch up with her.

 

“What is it, Endou?” Motoko asked.

 

“Can we have lunch together?”

 

“Sorry. It's best that we eat our lunch separately.”

 

In Kazuma's interior, he felt that he had being lanced through his heart but displayed a cool and composed look on the exterior. “Is she always that cold?” Kazuma wondered. Watching Motoko walking onto the `wet floor' unknowingly, the blond head warned her loud. “Ah?” She answered. It was too late to notice she had stepped onto the mopped zone. Motoko lost her step uncontrollably on the slippery floor and fell. Expecting a hard landing on her butt, she found herself resting in the arm of Kazuma instead. Their eyes met, locking themselves up in eternal gazes.

 

“Eh? She's tall yet light…” Kazuma remarked as he could support her load single handedly.

 

“Are you okay?” the boy asked. He could see that Motoko's cheek had gradually turned pink. The kendo goddess was speechless, and realizing herself lying on Kazuma's arm for quite sometime, she bolted quickly. “Why must you be so meddlesome!?” Motoko exploded with embarrassment and anger.

 

Leaving the scene as fast as she could, she recalled the humiliating encounter. “I rather fall than saved by him!!!” The heat on her cheeks had yet to cease. “Argh… Why am I blushing!?”

 

 

 

The cafeteria was usually packed during lunchtime. Kazuma had been scouting for vacancies with a bowl of ramen on his hands. “Looks like my hands will get burnt this time if I don't settle down fast.” He found an empty seat in front of his new classmate. It was none other than the damsel he saved earlier. Kazuma decided to give it a shot rather than waiting with hot ramen.

 

“Motoko, are you kind enough to allow me to sit here? It's really hard to find a seat elsewhere…” the blond haired asked. Motoko looked up at him and then at her surroundings. True enough, it was full house. Leaving her with no choice as he was the one who `saved' her just now, she permitted him to have the seat in front of him.

 

“This is the 3rd time I am with him personally…” Motoko cursed.

 

Kazuma snapped the bamboo chopsticks into two and began his eating his ramen. As the noodle was a bit bland, he decided to add some shouyu which Motoko happened to be in need for her tendon (rice with tempuras) too. Coincidentally, their hands met. They looked up and found themselves blushing.

 

There was a moment of silence.

 

“How dare you touch me!?” Motoko bawled, retreating her hand with the shouyu quickly.

 

“I'm sorry, Motoko!!!”

 

“Hmph!!!”

 

Motoko shut her eyes, trying to erase the undesirable moment in her mind as well as calm herself down. She had also added a lot of shouyu to her tendon obliviously, freaking Kazuma out.

 

“Motoko… aren't you adding excessive shouyu…”

 

Realizing what she was doing, she gobbled her lunch to leave the scene as fast as she could. “I'M DONE!!!” She barked, slammed the chopsticks on the table and was ready to leave.

 

“Wait, Motoko!”

 

“Wh…What!?”

 

Kazuma pointed the spot at the edge of his mouth. “There's a grain of rice here…” The bleach head kindly told her. Motoko's eyes moved towards the direction where Kazuma had shown and there was a grain of rice indeed. “Eh?” She was already blushing since her hand touched his and then being aware of the awkward situation she was in, her face became totally red. Motoko hastily wiped the remnant off and scrambled.

 

 

 

“We're home!” greeted Motoko, Su and Shinobu.

 

“Welcome back!” Mitsune replied. She could tell something was not right from the melancholy mask Motoko was wearing. The `kitsune' of Hinatasou switched off the television she had been watching and approached her friend. “Are you all right, Motoko?” She asked. The kendo goddess verified with a nod.

 

“Hello Motoko, are you okay?” entered Keitaro. It was his job to ensure the fine running of the girl's dormitory and the tenants well being. However his concern for her was backfired.

 

“None of your business, Urashima!!!”

 

“What have I done this time?”

 

 

Later in the evening, Motoko was alone washing herself up in the female open-air hot spring. She filled her wooden washbasin with the spring's comforting warm water and poured it over her head, trying to rinse away the day's embarrassment as well. “NO!!!” she screamed as they kept returning to her mind. She sat down at one corner of the hot spring and began reflecting herself the day's events. Motoko did not understand the whole ordeal or herself.

 

“First it was Urashima in this lodge, now it's this punk in the school,” she concluded, blushing up slowly. “Whenever our eyes met, my cheeks would turn red hot… and my body became helplessly weak…” Her hands reached for her heart where it kept beating madly. A possibility had struck her mind. “I'm in love… Is this what I am feeling!?” Motoko rounded up. All the while, she was a kenshi with a heart of steel tainted with the hatred for men then found herself trembling with fear.

 

“Motoko, would you like to join me over here?” Naru asked as she saw her friend desolated at one corner. Motoko agreed.

 

Immersing herself up to her chin, the kendo goddess continued with her thoughts. “In my 16 years of life, i have been practicing kendo everyday… isolating myself from all men…” Motoko summed up.” I can say he's the second man I have such a close encounter with…” Her childhood was indeed dark which she had to admit. She balled her fist up while trying to keep her conscience clear. “However, I'll not admit you're my first crush…” Motoko denied, “Endou Kazuma!!!”

 

“It will not happen!!!” Motoko exclaimed wrathfully, stunning Naru suddenly. Hearing the commotion from the hot spring, the Kanrinrin checked it out. Keitaro saw Motoko standing in naked glory once the door was opened.

 

“URASHIMA, DIE!!!”

 

“WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

 

 

 

A/N:

Motoko's school is Raika Girls' High. In order to put a male character in, I have changed it to a mixed school.

Kazuma. I have based this character from reality.

Shariku and hanakuro, thanks for beta reading!

Well, that's all for chapter 1. What do you think? Reviews would be greatly appreciated, no matter it's sweet or bitter : )