Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Uncontrolled Passions ❯ You Weren't Supposed to See That! ( Chapter 3 )

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Disclaimer: This episode of Love Hina is of my own creation. I do not own any portion of Love Hina. “Love Hina” and all related characters, names, etc. are ©1999-2004 Ken Akamatsu/Mixx Entertainment Inc. Love Hina is a trademark of TOKYOPOP®. All rights reserved.

 

Note: This series takes after the “Love Hina” manga and takes place during volume 14, only with some changed events here and there. Read to find out.

 

 

Uncontrolled Passions

Chapter 3:

You Weren't Supposed to See That!

 

 

Naru stares down at Keitaro and herself, her mouth agape. `W-W-What the hell?!' her mind screams in confusion. `What am I doing down there…when I'm right here?!' It is now that she notices that the bottom of the look-alike's face is loose and hanging off, giving her an eerie look. `It's a mask? Then that means…' Naru's blood begins to boil, this time her anger fixated on a source other than Keitaro, `…Kanako! That nasty, skanky brother-loving sicko! How dare she try to steal my Keitaro from me! Just because I backed up for a little bit doesn't mean that everyone can start staking their claims on him!'

 

She narrows her eyes dangerously as her mind goes onto `Pervert Defensive Authority' or PDA mode. Her eyes scan over to Keitaro and a small sensor does a quick readout of him…

Subject: Urashima, Keitaro
Status: Pervert A.K.A. my boyfriend
Action: Not top priority at the moment. Will deal with soon…

 

The young woman turns her head over to Kanako, another readout quickly forming as well…

 

Subject: Urashima, Kanako
Status: Creepy brother-lover
Action: Tried to rape my man…DESTROY!

 

Acting on her jealousy, Naru leaps a bit into the air, pulling her fist back in preparation for a nasty downward `Naru Super Punch'. Time slows down and she flies down the hole separating her and Keitaro's rooms. She smiles in satisfaction at the look of utter surprise that is adorning Kanako's face. Naru begins to throw down her punch, putting every ounce of strength in her body on it. Just before her fist collides, a blur suddenly pushes Kanako aside and takes the blow full on.

 

Keitaro manages to let out a small groan just before the force of the punch he just took in the face sends him crashing through the floor, splintering the wood to pieces as his body smashes onto it. A dull thud resonates as he comes to a stop on the first floor, his eyes all swirly as he remains momentarily unconscious.

 

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One floor up, Kanako and Naru stare down at the KO'd landlord for a few stunned moments. At the same time, they both look up at each other, their initial looks of shock being quickly replaced by ones of pure venom. The two leap away from the newly made hole, staring daggers at one another. “How dare you hurt my oniichan!?” The younger woman snarls. “I know that the punch was intended for me, but you still have no right to attack either of us like that!”

 

“How dare I?” Naru shouts back, her body trembling with barely suppressed rage. She doesn't have to worry about keeping her voice down since Kitsune, who used to live right next door, moved down into the Café Hinata with Mutsumi when Haruka gave it to them. “You come in here impersonating me and you try to rape your brother and you have the nerve to say that to me, you…you sick little freak!”

 

“Sticks and stones,” the young Urashima responds with a casual wave of her hand. “Besides,” she begins, a seductive smile now spreading on her face, “I wasn't trying to rape oniichan, you can't consider it rape if the other party is willing to go through with it…and he was quite willing,” Kanako adds with a heavy blush. “I had a pretty good handful of how willing he was. A big, hard handful.”

 

That last comment stuns Naru for a moment. The slightly younger woman takes advantage of this and slaps her hard on the face. “What the hell was that for?!” she shouts, holding a hand on her cheek tenderly.

 

“You hurt my oniichan,” Kanako simply states. “I told you before I won't tolerate him being abused by any of you in this house.” She places both of her hands on her hips. “As I've said before, most of you are quite undeserving of his kindness and care. If I were him, I'd turn this place back into an inn and kick your psycho ass out so he and I can run this place together like we promised all those years ago.” She looks up in thought, blushing slightly.

 

Narusegawa lets out a feral battle cry before tackling Kanako onto the floor. The two are soon stretching each other's mouths with their thumbs, neither giving up their attack on one another.

 

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Keitaro groggily opens his eyes as he regains consciousness. He sits up and gingerly rubs his swollen right cheek, his mind recalling the events that led up to him getting pounded into the ground. As he goes onto the part of realizing who it was he was about to make love to, his eyes widen and he looks down at his hands in horror. “I…I can't believe I was about to do that with my sister!” A small part of his mind decides to kick in at this moment. `You know, she is adopted, so we aren't truly related by blood. It wouldn't be that bad if we…' The young man grabs his head and shakes the impending thoughts out, curling up into a ball. “I don't care that we're not blood related!” he mutters out loud. “Kanako will always be my little sister…my little sister who I almost…”

 

Suddenly, the landlord stands up, an eerily calm look on his face. He then walks over to the stairs, climbing up them slowly, a creepy nature surrounding his whole being. As he reaches the third floor, he walks over to the room on his far left and slides it open.

 

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“Ungh…” Motoko groans, slowly rocking back and forth on top of the man below her. Her body is wracked with pleasure as she gives herself to him, feeling sensations she never felt before in her entire life…sensations she is enjoying quite a bit. A light sheen of sweat covers her beautiful body and she begins to move faster as she feels her climax closing in, thrusting Keitaro into her deeper and harder. The landlord underneath her reaches up and grabs both of her breasts, squeezing and massaging them and getting a pleased moan in response from the swordswoman.

Her breathing starts to become more ragged and she places her hands on Keitaro's lean chest, rocking back and forth so much that Keitaro is almost exiting her completely with each thrust. “Oh yes…Keitaro…” Motoko moans loudly, pausing for a moment as a wave of pleasure flows through her. As soon as it passes, she resumes, now with even more fervor. The Tokyo U student releases the young woman's breasts and quickly grabs her hips, thrusting deeply into her as he feels his own climax approaching. Motoko adjusts her movements so now both her and Keitaro's thrusts match up perfectly. She opens up her mouth and lets out a groan as she feels him tensing up inside of her, meaning that he is just about at his peak, so she increases her pace to bring her own climax on quicker.

Motoko is just about to orgasm when the room to her door suddenly slides open, waking her from her naughty dream.

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The young swordswoman's eyes quickly open and she sits up, albeit a little clumsily due to the extra weight Su is adding. As she rubs her eyes sleepily, her senses alert her to who has just opened her door. “Urashima?” she begins, a deep yawn pausing her momentarily. A light flush adorns her cheeks as she recollects the dream she was just having. “What are you doing in my room at this hour?” The young woman looks down to make sure the sheets are covering her so that the moisture in between her legs is not visible.

 

“I need to borrow your sword,” he replies in an emotionless voice. “I'm going to the roof to kill myself.”

 

“Oh, Okay,” the samurai girl replies, lying back down with another large yawn. “Please return it when you are finished.” She closes her eyes as she falls back asleep, obviously not realizing what was just said.

 

Keitaro nods once and walks over to her sword stand and grabs the legendary Hina blade, sheath and all. Without a second thought, he leaves the room, mindful to slide the door back shut. He makes his way to the roof, the sounds of his girlfriend and his sister fighting a floor down reaching his ears. As the young man enters the roof, onto the small area where Motoko does her daily training and Shinobu hangs the laundry to dry, the crisp, cool night air blows across his face. He closes his eyes and allows a slight smile to appear on his face. “What a nice relaxing night,” he mumbles under his breath. As he gazes down at the city below, illuminated by the streetlights, he begins to feel a little somber about his upcoming actions. “I'm really going to miss it here.”

 

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Motoko moans sleepily as she starts to fall back into a blissful slumber. `What is wrong with Keitaro?' she thinks to herself. `Why would he come into my room at such a late hour and take my sword so he can go ki…' she trails off as her eyes widen. “What?!” the young woman shouts, jumping to her feet and knocking Su aside, who continues to sleep as if nothing has happened. “What have I done? Keitaro!” As fast as her legs can take her, she rushes to the roof, desperate to save the life of the man she loves.

 

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The Tokyo U student unsheathes the Hina blade, the pale moonlight giving the dark blade an unusual glow. `I…I can't believe I'm going to do this!' his mind screams in shock. `But if I don't…the girls will probably do it for me, what with what I was about to do with Kanako,' he adds with a deep shudder. `I have to do this. It's the only honorable thing I can do.' He grasps the hilt with both hands and raises the sword high, the blade pointing down at his chest. For a few tense moments, he stays in that position, his hands shaking madly. “I…I can't,” he breaths while sinking to his knees. His arms fall to his side, the clanking sound of the sword hitting the floor ringing in his ears. “I just can't do it,” he mutters, the faintest traces of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “No matter how bad I've been, I just can't let it end like this…it's not me. And besides,” he adds, slowly getting to his feet, “what would happen to the girls if I was gone? Who'd take care of them for me?” He sighs deeply and turns around, just in time to be tackled by a frantic Motoko.

 

As they hit the ground, the young swordswoman clutches onto the landlord as if he were a life preserver. “Don't do it!” she shouts, her face mere centimeters from him. “Please don't kill yourself Keitaro! I don't care whatever wrong deeds you think you have done, it's not worth taking your life over!” She begins to lightly pound her fists onto his chest, not hard enough to physically hurt the young man, but with enough force to get her point through. “Damn it! We just started something…something amazing! If you killed yourself now…I'd never forgive you! Don't…don't do it…please…” she weakly finishes, tears flowing freely from her eyes as she buries her face into his chest.

 

Keitaro wraps his arms around her in a comforting hug. “I'm sorry I worried you,” he whispers in a calm voice. He lets out a slight wince as a small spasm of pain hits his bruised but quickly healing cheek where Narusegawa accidentally struck him earlier. “I did something really bad and I just…well I freaked out. That was the only thing I could think to do, but I'm not going to kill myself now…I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you girls behind.”

 

Motoko sniffs slightly as she lifts her head back up to face him. “So you're not going to go through with it?” As Keitaro shakes his heads no, the young woman's face twists into an angry scowl. She pins him down onto the ground, her face dangerously close to his. “Don't you ever think about trying something like this again!” she growls at him. “Do you have any idea what was going through my head when I was running up here to stop you?” As she says this, her scowl leaves her and is replaced once more by one of relief, tears beginning to sting her eyes again. “I…I don't know what I would've done if you were gone.” She buries her face into his chest once more, ashamed to have him see her in such a fragile state.

 

The landlord sighs as he pulls the swordswoman closer. `I can't believe I even thought about killing myself,' he thinks in shock. `I've never had any thoughts like that in my life ever…even after all those times I failed to get into Tokyo U.' He moves his hands, so now one is resting on the small of her back and the other is on the back of her neck, rubbing it gently. `This…this feels really nice.'

 

Above him, Motoko is having similar thoughts. `I really like where his hands are,' she thinks with a mild blush. `I feel comforted…and also protected, like nothing can go wrong when I'm in his arms.' She lets her hands rest on his chest while she scoots up, digging her face into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply, a rather pleasant shiver running up and down her spine. The young woman pulls her head back slightly, placing light kisses on Keitaro's neck. `I just…want to stay like this a little longer.'

 

The Tokyo U student bites his lower lip as Motoko moves her kisses along his jaw line while her hands begins to rub up and down his bare chest. As she moves to the bottom of his chin, Keitaro removes his hands from their spots on the young woman and places them on the sides of her arms, stopping her progress. “Motoko,” he weakly starts, “I…I'm not too sure about this.” At her crestfallen look, he quickly adds, “I don't mean this!” while indicating her being on top of him. “It's just…well everyone else is here! What if they hear us and come up to investigate? What if…” he is silenced as she leans down and captures his lips in hers.

 

Motoko pulls back after a couple of seconds. “I don't care,” is her simple response before she goes back in. She internally smiles as his hands work their way back to their original positions, only this time the hand on the back of her neck is applying more pressure, keeping her in place. The samurai girl gasps into his mouth as she feels an unexpected visitor make a sudden appearance against her upper thigh.

 

Normally such a thing popping up would mortify her and would end in a vicious beating on Keitaro's part, but this day has held in it many events that most in this house would think of as quite impossible. She simply pulls back up from the kiss, gazing down at the landlord's embarrassed and flustered face and mutters, “Pervert.” She slowly sits up and adjusts her position so now she is straddling the *ahem* anticipated man below her. A lovely blush graces her cheeks as she feels that certain part of him rub slightly against her with her movements. A deep warm and tingling sensation quickly gathers down below as she begins to feel the sensations she felt earlier while in Keitaro's room. `This feels just like earlier,' she thinks, her breathing starting to deepen, `but we did not go too far then. We did not even discard out undergarments and I did not let him touch me down in my sacred area. I didn't feel ready, but…' Testing her own boundaries, she places both of her hands on his chest and grinds against him lightly, both of them moaning loudly at the pleasurable feelings of her actions. She does it again, only harder this time, which deepens their moans. `I…I feel ready now.'

 

Keitaro, acting on both his emotions and his hormones, grabs the younger woman's arms and moves them off of his chest as he darts up and crushes his lips against hers. One hand rests on her waist while the other slips up under the back of her button up night shirt, rubbing up and down her back and giving the swordswoman shivers all up and down her spine. `I…I shouldn't be doing this,' the logical part of his brain weakly says. `But it feels so good!' the rest of his brain, plus his body and his emotions all retort, quickly stomping out any resistance.

 

Motoko frowns lightly as she feels the landlord's arm try to reach her upper back, but unable to do so, her nightshirt keeping his hands from advancing upwards any further. She parts from their heated kiss for a moment and reaches up and grabs the front collar of her shirt. In one quick motion, she rips it open, the buttons all flying off and scattering onto the ground. As Keitaro gawks at her brazen actions, Motoko suddenly shivers, the cool night air being a little chillier than she anticipated on her exposed chest. She dives back into Urashima's warm embrace, her body relishing the feeling of her bare flesh pressed against his. As the two lie back down, she thinks, `This is it…the moment I have been waiting for for so very long now. I will finally give myself to Keitaro, body and soul.'

 

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Down two floors, Naru and Kanako finally release their hold on the other, and then furiously rub their numb cheeks, trying to get the feeling back in them from the vicious mouth stretching endurance match both just had. As the young Urashima finishes first, she quickly flips down into the new hole in her beloved oniichan's floor, hoping to get a chance to talk to him before the `psycho girl' tries to but in. Her eyes take in the small crater of smashed floorboards where Keitaro landed from the brutal `Naru Punch' he took to save her from getting hit, but he's now not in it. “Oniichan?” she calls out softly, looking around the main room of Hinata House. When she gets no response, the young woman begins to look around.

 

Right behind her, Naru hops down the hole, landing with a soft *thump* next to the crater she helped to create. Her hands are on her hips and a look of annoyance is quickly spreading across her face. “Why'd you leave Keitaro's room just like that?” she angrily asks, stomping up to the slightly younger woman. “I'm not finished with you yet you damn…” Kanako places a finger on her greatest rival's lips, silencing her.

 

“Oniichan is gone,” she responds, looking a bit worried. She rushes over to the front door. “It is still locked tightly so he did not leave…but where is he?”

 

At this, Naru also takes on a worried look. `I hope he's all right. I did hit him a lot harder than usual, though I really wanted to pound that bitch, not him,' she adds, grinding her teeth. She begins to advance menacingly on the occupied Urashima, when a sudden thought occurs to her. `Wait a minute, if the door's still locked, then Keitaro's still in here somewhere.' A figurative light bulb flashes on over her head. `Oh yeah! When Keitaro is feeling a little down, he likes to go up to the roof and think. I know I'd be depressed if I found out I was about to get it on with my sister.' She shudders after this thought. `I've got to find him before Kanako does.' Slowly, the young woman backs up towards the stairs, careful to not trip over anything on the floor and catch the attention of Kanako, who has now walked over towards the kitchen area.

 

As soon as Naru disappears upstairs, the young Urashima sighs slightly while shaking her head. “That girl really needs to learn a thing or two about being stealthy. She sounded like a horse galloping down the street,” she snorts out. Quickly, and with quite an impressive amount of stealth, Kanako hurriedly sneaks upstairs and is soon right behind Naru, without her even knowing it. `Hmm…she's heading for the roof. Does she know that oniichan will be up there?'

 

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Outside the Hinata House, Kitsune stalks her way up the stairs, yawning loudly and rubbing her eyes. “I swear,” she mutters, “I'm never giving Mutsumi any more watermelon saké balls. With how loud she snores after munching on all of those, I'm never gonna get any sleep.” As she reaches the front door, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her spare set of keys and unlocks the door. She opens the large door and smiles as absolute silence greets her as she enters. “Ah…perfect!” Her smile quickly fades as she hears footsteps above her. “Now who'd be awake at this hour?” Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she tosses her night bag on the front room couch and walks over to the stairs.

 

She is almost there when she trips and falls into a crater in the floor. “What the hell is this doing here?” She looks up and sees the nice sized hole in the room above her, which is Keitaro's. “Looks like the old Naru is back with a vengeance,” the fox-eyed woman comments with a shake of her head. “I gotta remember to ask her what was wrong with her in the first place.” She then climbs out of the crater and heads up the stairs.

 

Being the sneaky fox that she is, Kitsune works her way up to the third floor, where she spots Naru creeping around, with Kanako stealthily right on her tail. With a heavy smirk, she calmly walks up behind them and asks, “So what are you two doing?”

 

Both of the younger girls nearly jump out of their skin in surprise. “Kitsune!” Naru shouts in a strangled squeak, holding a hand to her rapidly beating heart. “What the hell are you doing here?!” She looks at Kanako and her look darkens. `Damn it, she was following me and I didn't even notice her!'

 

“Mutsumi is snoring really loud and I couldn't get any sleep, so I decided to come up here and crash for the night.” She looks back and forth between the two other girls. “So uh…what are you two doing?” A sly smile appears on her face. “A late night rendezvous between two estranged lovers?” Before either can respond, she quickly adds, “Naru, I never knew you had it in you! With Kanako, well I always had my suspicions, but now…man I've really got to watch my back whenever I bathe with you two around! I mean, with my body and looks, I'll probably be some sort of twisted lustful desire that you two will want to make your plaything.” she finished with a chuckle.

 

The young Urashima is unfazed by the older woman's words while Naru looks both shocked and mortified. “K-K-Kitsune! How could you even think of such a thing?! Me and Kanako?! Ugh, you've got a very sick imagination!”

 

Kanako crosses her arms, the emotionless expression still holding strong. “Yes Konno, I have to agree with Naru on this case.” She pauses to look the other young woman up and down. “I can do much better than her.”

 

Naru's face burns with fury. She is about to pounce on the `sick brother-lover' when her best friend interrupts her by chuckling nervously while rubbing the back of her head. “Okay, I can see that isn't the real reason so tell me, why are you two sneaking around this late at night?”

 

“We're looking for my oniichan,” Kanako responds. “That bitch,” she begins, jerking her thumb at Narusegawa, “hit him really hard and now I'm looking for him to make sure he's okay.”

 

“Ah, so I was right, you did make that hole in Keitaro's floor and that crater on the first floor, didn't you?”

 

The long haired woman turns her head to the side, blushing slightly. “I…I didn't mean to hit Keitaro. I was aiming for her,” she snarls at Kanako. “She was trying to seduce him and I caught her in the act.” She starts to crack her knuckles menacingly. “I was about to pound the life out of her, but Keitaro pushed her out of the way and took the hit for her.”

 

“That guy's too kind hearted for his own good,” Kitsune comments with a sigh. “Well come on, let's go looking for him.” The fox-eyed woman begins to walk off, but pauses in mid step. “Uh…do either of you know where he is?”

 

“He's on the roof,” Naru replies. With a nod, the trio silently walks on, intent on finding the landlord. They open the door that leads to the stairway to the balcony. Some odd sounds reach their ears as they walk outside, like a strange activity is happening just a little above them. Naru takes the initiative and creeps up the stairs. As she reaches the top, the sight before freezes her on the spot. Kitsune and Kanako both follow her lead, the two of them also freezing up in shock at what they are witnessing.

 

Motoko is lying on top of Keitaro and the two of them are getting quite hot and heavy with each other. The landlord is dressed only in his boxers while the swordswoman is just in her panties, but by judging the pace that they are going at it, those will be quickly discarded. The two are locked in a very passionate lip lock, their faces both having a healthy blush on them at their actions. Motoko is rubbing her hands up and down his chest, going down low enough to reach down into his boxers just very slightly as she grinds continuously against him. Keitaro's left hand is down in the samurai girl's panties, squeezing her firm rear while his right hand is cupping her left breast, gently massaging it. The two are too busy in their own business to notice the three young women watching them.

 

Naru takes a step forward, her lower lip trembling while tears sting her eyes. Her breathing becomes shallow as she whispers out, “Keitaro?”

 

To be continued…

 

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Author's notes: Well now, I sure know how to build up the tension don't I? Poor Keitaro has now gotten caught in the act with the oh so lovely Motoko. This will surely change everything that has been going on in the Hinata House and those who are present will never be the same again - lighthawkdemon

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