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LEMON CONTENT WARNING!!

WARNING! If you haven�t read �Loss and
Redemption�, STOP RIGHT NOW! This story won�t make any sense without reading
that first, and this story will be a spoiler for the ending of that one.

Love Hina

Aftermath: Loss and Redemption 2

Chapter One: Aoyamas Redux

By:
hawker_748

�You�re� pregnant?� Naru asked
quietly.

�Yes.�

For a few seconds, everyone at
Hinata House was at a loss for words. After a few seconds the silence was
broken by Mutsumi. �Congratulations Motoko-chan! And you too Kei-kun!� she sang
out, her usual cheerful expression firmly in place.

Mutsumi�s declaration broke the
ice, resulting in congratulations and well wishes being called out by the other
residents. However, Kitsune and Naru�s declarations seemed to be a little too
formal under the circumstances.

For a few seconds, no expression
had been visible on Tsuruko�s features, but then her expression changed and was
replaced with a pleased look. �Yes, congratulations you two,� she said warmly.
�How far along are you?�

�Yes,� replied Motoko. �I�d been
battling nausea for a week or so, but I thought it was a stomach flu, or
perhaps Kei-kun�s cooking.�

�Hey! My cooking is pretty good,�
Keitaro huffed indignantly. �You�re the one who didn�t believe in spices for
the first six months.�

�Simple food is wholesome food,�
Motoko responded plainly.

cla class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'>�In addition to being terribly
bland. Thank god for Tabasco sauce,� muttered Keitaro under his breath.

A potential domestic squabble was
averted when Naru gave voice to the question that had been in her mind from the
moment she�d seen the two of them in the doorway. �So, why did you two come
back?�

Everyone looked at Naru after she
asked that question. In perfect synchronization, all the residents, except
Haruka, turned their attention to the expectant parents. Haruka stared at Naru
a moment longer, with an eyebrow raised.

�Yeah,� added Kitsune. �If Motoko
didn�t want you to fight her sister, why come back at all?� She was giving
Keitaro a hard look that he was having trouble meeting.

Reminding himself of what he was
here for, Keitaro found the resolve to face Kitsune when he answered her.
�Because of the baby. While I have enjoyed the nomadic lifestyle we�ve been
living,� he punctuated this remark by reaching over and squeezing Motoko�s
hand, �we don�t want to risk the pregnancy with an unstable living arrangement.
We�ve decided toe bae back to Hinata House for the duration of the pregnancy.�

�What makes you think that you
can just waltz back in now?� demanded Naru. The vehemence in her voice
surprised even her.

Keitaro was momentarily taken
aback at the level of open hostility in Naru�s statement. For her part,
Motoko�s eyes narrowed and she shifted forward in her chair to stand up, only
to stop when Keitaro put his hand over hers. Then his eyes narrowed, his jaw
set, and his nostrils flared. �I am still the landlord of Hinata House,� he
stated, with more then a hint of steel in his voice.

�Then where were you?� snarled
Kitsune.

�On sabbatical,� Keitaro snapped
back. �Aunt Haruka, I did say that we�d be back, correct?� When she nodded her
answer, Keitaro continued with, �I�m sorry if this is a shock to any of you,
but my wife and I are moving back in for a while.�

An uncomfortable silenced reigned
for a few moments before Naru hissed, �Fine. It IS your building isn�t it?
Welcome back you two.� She then stomped out of the room with Kitsune following
closely behind.

�That could have gone better,�
Keitaro mused. He took a deep breath to calm himself and noticed the others
looking at him curiously. �I�, I hope this isn�t too big of a problem for the
rest of you.�

�It isn�t Kei-kun,� Mutsumi
replied. �It�s probably hard for Naru-san to adjso qso quickly to you coming
back after so long.� Her expression hadn�t changed at all, and Keitaro wasn�t
sure how she was feeling.

�It�s nice to have you back
sempai,� Shinobu added sincerely. �And you too Motoko.�

�Thank you Shinobu,� Motoko
replied, genuinely happy to hear those words. �We missed everyone.�

�Where did you go Motoko?� asked
Su, her usual exuberance having been unaffected by the recent flare up.

�Yeah, spill it you two!� added
Sarah.

A small smile appeared on
Keitaro�s face. �We�ll tell you over dinner. Shinobu, would you mind if I did
the cooking tonight?�

�Not at all,� she replied, a hint
of a blush on her cheeks.

�Alright then. Tsuruko, would you
like to stay for dinner as well?�

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�Certainly,� she responded
warmly.

�Mo-chan, why don�t you stay and
talk with everyone while I prepare dinner.� With that he left the dining room
and walked into the kitchen to begin readying the meal.

For her part, Motoko started
briefly describing to the remaining residents and to her sister what life had
been like on the road with Keitaro.

XXX

Up in her room Naru was pacing
about and muttering to herself, while Kitsune stood off to the side and watched
her friend try to burn off some nervous energy. After a few moments Naru seemed
to have calmed down enough for Kitsune to be able to talk to her without
further upsetting her.

�You gonna be able to handle this
Naru?� she asked, her voice a study in concern.

Naru stopped her pacing about and
took a deep calming breath. After a few more breaths, she replied, �I�m alright
now, sorry for acting like this.� Her voice had a burned out quality, like a
meadow after a wildfire had roared over it.

�Why should you be sorry, you�ve
got every right to be pissed at the two of them,� Kitsune responded
indignantly.

Naru sighed and lowered her head
at her friends blunt statement. �I don�t want to be mad at them Kitsune,� Naru
uttered softly.

�Huh?� Kitsune hadn�t expected
that at all.

�They, they were important to me
once, I don�t want to be mad at them for the rest of my life.� Naru was
speaking in a voice barely over a whisper, and Kitsune had to strain to hear
her.

�Then why did you lash out?�
asked Kitsune.

�Why did you?� inquired Naru,
effectively turning the tables on her friend.

�Uh, because you did. I thought
you wanted me to be angry at them,� replied Kitsune. She�d been so worried
about Naru, she hadn�t really thought about how she felt.

�Kitsune, how do you feel about
them? Honestly.�

Kitsune stopped to consider that.
After some thinking she voiced her feelings to Naru. �I, I guess I kind of
resent them for hurting you. You were in love with Keitaro, and she took him
away from you.�

�So why should you resent them
for that?�

�You�re kidding right? You�re my
best friend, and anyone who messes with you messes with me.�

Naru smiled slightly at the
sincerity in her friends� words. �Kitsune, I�m not certain how I feel about
them. Yes, it was a shock to see them again, even more so that she�s pregnant.
That kind of threw me for a loop. I thought that I was over him, but when I saw
him again, it reminded me of why I loved him, and I think I still do.�

Kitsune�s eyes widened in
surprise. �You mean you�re still carrying a torch for him?� she replied
incredulously. �It�s been almost a year, Naru. Why haven�t you been able to
move on?�

�I thought that I had, but it
seems that I was wrong.� As she said this, Naru was staring at the floor and
couldn�t bring herself to look Kitsune in the eyes.

�You�, you�re not gonna try
anything, are you?� Kitsune asked hesitantly.

Naru looked at Kitsuike ike she
had just been slapped. �No! Absolutely not! How could you even think such a
thing?!� she responded vehemently.

Kitsune made warding gestures
with her hands and slowly backed away. �You�, you did tell me that you once
tried to jump him in the bath.�

Naru winced in embarrassment and
her face took on a pained look as she recalled that incident. �That was a
lifetime ago Kitsune,� she said quietly. �He�s Motoko�s now, and I won�t try to
steal him. I couldn�t live with myself if I tried. I�, I just don�t know if I
can forgive the two of them.�

�What are you going to do?�

�I�ll be civil, and I want you to
civil as well Kitsune,� she warned. �I�m going to try to put it all behind me,
and see if we can at least be friends again. I honestly don�t know if I can,
but I�m going to try.�

�And if you can�t?� Kitsune asked
quietly.

Naru sighed as he considered that
possibility. �If I can�t, then�, then I�ll try to avoid them. I won�t run away,
I tried that once, but I won�t be close to them anymore. I don�t want to be an
enemy, but I�m not certain that I can be their friend again.�

�I�ll support you, whatever you
decide Naru,� Kitsune replied earnestly. �I�ll try to be civil to them as well.
But does that mean that I can�t tease them?�

Naru recalled how uncomfortable
Keitaro had always been in the face of Kitsune�s teasing. A smile with a hint
of malicious intent came over her features. �Feel free to tease,� answered
Naru. �If nothing else, at least it won�t be dull around here.�

Kitsune�s familiar smirk
returned. �Consider it done.�

At this point, Shinobu knocked on
the door and told them that dinner was ready.

XXX

The dinner table held more guests
than it had had in a loime.ime. Naru, Kitsune, Mutsumi, Shinobu, Su, and Sarah
were joined by Haruka, as well as the Aoyamas, Keitaro, Motoko and Tsuruko.
Everyone had tensed up when Naru and Kitsune had entered the dining room, but
there was a collective sigh of relief when they presented an atmosphere of
civility.

Keitaro had created a simple but
appetizing meal featuring a chicken stir-fry as it�s centrepiece, that
re
residents all found appealing. For about five minutes into the meal, the
conversation was on mundane topics, but this ended when Sarah, unable to
contain her curiosity any longer, blurted out, �Hey Keitaro, where the hell did
you guys go?� Everyone at the table looked over at Mister and Misses Aoyama
with an expectant look on their faces.

Keitaro looked over at Motoko,
who nodded in approval, and then he began to relate what the two of them had
done for the past ten months. �Hmmm, where to begin?� �After we left here, we
went back to that mountain cabin that we all ended up at, remember? We stayed
there for about three weeks before we went on our first journey. And after we
finished a journey, we ended up back there. It was �ho �home� so to speak.�

�No one else ever took it?�
interjected Mutsumi.

�I�m not certain, but I figure
that most travellers took one look at that radiation warning symbol and ran
like hell.� The other residents considered this and nodded amongst themselves.

�So where else did the two of you
go?� inquired Shinobu.

�The first time we went to visit
my parents. After that, we went north to Hokkaido for a number of weeks to
train in the wilderness there.�

�Why?� asked Kitsune, curious in
spite of her resentment towards the Aoyamas.

�Probably to use the cooler air
and high altitude,� Tsuruko interjected casually before Keitaro could respond.

�That�s right sister,� replied
Motoko, a touch of rebuke in her tone.

�Iughtught so. Sorry for
interrupting you Keitaro,� Tsuruko apologized.

With a wave of his hand, Keitaro
dismissed any possible bad feelings. �That�s alright. That thin mountain air
drove me nuts, I couldn�t catch my breath. Just when I finally got used to it,
we went home.�

�I believed that you had taken
all you could from there, and you were glad to get back to familiar
surroundings,� Motoko said, her voice having reverted back to �instructor
mode�.

�True, it was nto gto get back,�
Keitaro recalled warmly. �That�s pretty much how the whole time went. We�d
travel all over Japan to train, come back to the cabin for a couple of weeks,
and then be off again.�

Listening to the tale, Haruka had
one question that was nagging at her. �How did you afford to travel?� she
inquired.

�I made withdrawls from my
account from time to time,� Keitaro replied matter of factly. �After all, you were all still paying rent.�

�So THAT�S where it went! See
Haruka!� Kitsune shouted out suddenly, startling the other residents. �I told
you I didn�t take that money out to buy booze!�

Haruka merely shrugged indifferently,
further annoying Kitsune.

Startled by Kitsune�s sudden
outburst, Keitaro took a moment to recompose himself and continue with his
story. �We used that money for travelling expenses and food, although we did do
some fishing and food gathering on the road.�

�That�s so cool!� squealed Sarah.
�You the the Daniel Boone thing!�

�Who?� asked Motoko, who had no
idea who Daniel Boone was.

�An American pioneer, I think,�
Keitaro replied with some uncertainty.

�Do you have any souvenirs?�
asked Mutsumi.

�Just my photo album,� Keitaro
replied. �Wait here, I�ll go get it.� With that, he pushed himself away from
the low table, stood up and walked over to his backpack and began rifling
through it. �Found it.� He then returned to the table and handed it to Shinobu.

When she opened it, the other
residents crowded around her to look at the pictures. There were various
exclamations as they saw the different photos. But one comment from Kitsune had
an unexpected impact on Naru: �Jeez, Keitaro, you still collect those damn
print club stickers?�

�So what�s wrong with them?� sumisumi asked innocently.

Naru�s heart skipped a beat. In a
flash, she remembered that a few of those stickers had had a special meaning to
her and Keitaro. Most impolitely, she reached down anckedcked up the book to
take a closer look.

�Hey! I was looking at that!�
protested Su.

Naru ignored Su�s protestations
and quickly flipped to that page in Keitaro�s album. When she saw that the
photos of her and Keitaro were still there she felt a sense of bittersweet
relief wash over her.

However, she flipped forward in
the book and discovered, with to a growing sense of sadness that was stronger
than she expected, that there were dozens of photos of Keitaro and Motoko.
Motoko looked awkward in some of the first ones, but in later ones she looked
completely at ease, even kissing Keitaro in a few of them.

�Why am I putting myself through
this?� Naru thought miserably. �I know how they feel for each other, why am I
looking for more proof?� she wondered. She then handed the album back and
apologized to everyone for taking it. She then went back to her seat and
resumed eating, a strangely forlorn look on her face.

Kitsune had noticed and was
troubled by Naru�s behaviour, and promised herself to talk to Naru about it
later.

The other residents spent a few
more minutes flipping through Keitaro�s album before they handed it back to
him. As everyone returned to their seats to finish dinner, Naru asked in a
subdued tone, �So why didn�t you contact us while you were on the road?�

Keitaro placed his left elbow on
the table and rested his head behind his left hand. �Quite honestly,� he
replied, in a voice that was even more subdued than Naru�s, �We were afraid it
would be difficult for everyone. It, it seemed easier to just stay away and
hope that things would get better on their own.�

Keitaro then lifted his head and
looked at each of the others sitting at the table. Ivoicvoice thick with regret
he continued. �But, in retrospect, perhaps it wasn�t the right thing to do. I�m
sorry if I�ve upset anyone, it isn�t what I wanted.� Eager to escape the
awkward situation and noticing that everyone seemed to have finished eating, he
stood up and started gathering the debris of the meal. �I�ll take care of the
clean up tonight, you can all just relax.�

�I�ll help you sempai,� offered
Shinobu.

Keitaro shook his head in
response. �Thank you, but no Shinobu. I can do this, and besides, it�s not like
I�m going anywhere.�

Naru got up from the table and
handed her plate to Keitaro. �Thank you for the meal. If you�ll excuse me�� She
then walked out and headed for the living room. Kitsune offered an abrupt
thanks and followed her. The others, with the exception of Motoko and Tsuruko,
thanked him more heartily for dinner and left the dining room.

Now all alone, Keitaro allowed
himself to release some of the tension that had built up since their return.
While things hadn�t been as bad as he had feared they could have been, it could
have gone a lot better.

�Naru and Kitsune seem to be
really upset at us, but at least they were kind of civil after that outburst,�
he considered. The other residents hadn�t seemed to be mad, or they�d simply
hidden it well. But Keitaro didn�t think that there was anywhere else that he
and Motoko could have gone after learning of the pregnancy. He�d been adamant
about going someplace with some stability rather than carrying the baby to term
in the cabin. It hadn�t been easy to convince Motoko, but she had eventually
come to agree with him.

Still, it was going to be simple
compared to the time when he was going to have to ask Motoko to temporarily
stop doing kendo. There was no problem exercising, but Motoko was vigorous, to
put it mildly, in her kendo training, and she�d have to stop it when she got
closer to delivery. It was possible that she�d agree instantly, and realize
that she had to stop doing one of the things she loved for the baby�s sake. But
Keitaro doubted it, and he was dreading the day that they would discuss it.

Not looking forward to that day,
nor wanting to think about it either, Keitaro shifted his thoughts to something
else important to him, mending fences. He knew that his decision to depart with
Motoko had hurt Naru, and he had decided to try to patch things up with her.
They�d obviously never be able to go back to what had been before, but he hoped
that they could at least be friends. �If we don�t work this out, it�s going to
be really uncomfortable around here.�

What had happened earlier had
disheartened him somewhat, but he was still hopeful. Maybe in a few days, when
the initial shock wore off, she�d be in a more understanding mindset. He also
figured that it would be best to let Naru make the first move, as she would
have a better idea of whether or not she was ready herself, rather than him
simply guessing. As he made a mental note to try to talk to the other
residents, he continued cleaning up the kitchen.

While Keitaro was sorting out his
thoughts and washing the dishes, Naru and Kitsune were talking on the couch.
�You gonna be alright Naru?� asked Kitsune. �You kinda zoned out back there
when you looked at that book.�

�Just more confirmation,� Naru
replied softly.

�What do you mean?�

�You remember how Keitaro
collected print club stickers?� When Kitsune nodded in reply, Naru continued
with, �There are many, many photos of him and Motoko in that book.� She sighed
heavily. �Just more evidence that I lost him, as if her pregnancy wasn�t
enough. I really need to get over him don�t I?� she asked rhetorically.

�Yeah, you do,� answered Kitsune
bluntly.

�So how do I do that?�

�Try talking to him.�

�That sounds so easy doesn�t it?�
Naru said wryly. �Hey Keitaro, I�m still carrying a torch for you, what do you
think about that?� She shook her head in disgust. �Don�t say a word Kitsune,
I�m only kidding.� �Sort of,� she added silently. �I�ll do what I can, but I
don�t think it�ll be easy.�

Kitsune shook her head slightly
and gave Naru a half smile. �It�s a matter of the heart. By definition, it
can�t possibly be easy.�

XXX

Motoko lead Tsuruko up to the
room that she and Keitaro had shared for about two months. She knocked
hesitantly on the door and opened it cautiously. She was both surprised and
relieved that it seemed to have been left exactly as she remembered. It
appeared to have been cleaned regularly, but nothing else seemed to have been
disturbed.

Tsuruko ed aed around the room
for a few moments before commenting. �Nice. Were the decorations your idea?�

�Yes. When we got back after our
�marriage�, I moved my things into his room.�

Motoko�s innocent comment
reminded Tsuruko of something that had been gnawing at her conscience for
almost a year. At least now she�d get a chance to explain herself and hope for
the best. Tsuruko lowered her head and in a soft voice said, �Motoko, I�, I owe
you an apology. I never meant to hurt you so much by forcing you to marry
Keitaro.�

�What do you mean, �hurt me�? I
don�t understand.�

�I, I think I was wrong in exg
yg
you from the school, even temporarily,� Tsuruko continued. �I never meant for
things to go as far as they did.�

Motoko wasn�t sure what her older
sister was getting at, so she asked her continue. �I still don�t know what you
mean. Yes, I did get upset, but everything worked out, didn�t it?�

Tsuruko looked at Motoko, her
regal features marred by guilt and regret. �I knew that it might upset you, but
I never expected you to try to kill yourself.� Now the remorse in her voice was
joined by an emotion that had previously been alien to her; shame.

Motoko paled and her eyes went
wide at her sister�s admission. �How, how did you�?� she stammered in shock.
Her sister had never acted this way before.

�I saw the cuts on Keitaro�s
hands when he came to talk to me. I almost ended the charade right there. I, I
never meant to put you through that, I thought I was simply helping you get
closer to him.� There was a faint glistening in the corner of Tsuruko�s eyes,
her admission to Motoko had her on the verge of tears.

Motoko could not remember ever
seeing her sister like this before. She had always been cheerful, or smiling
about something, and so seeing her almost crying was unnerving to her. �It
wasn�t your fault,� she said reassuringly. �I think I overreacted. Besides,
Keitaro was there to save me.�

�I hope you appreciated that.�

Motoko looked embarrassed with
herself. �Actually, I kind of slapped him senseless,� she stated meekly.

�You did what!?�

�I was so miserable at that
point, I lashed out at him for interfering with my plans. I also had a bit of a
breakdown, but through it all he was there for me.� Motoko�s expression
darkened as she recalled that night with some reluctance. She�d made a
conscious effort to avoid thinking about those moments.

�I�m grateful to Keitaro for
saving you Motoko. Can�, can you forgive me for putting you through that
torment?� Tsuruko choked out.

Motoko shook her head and gave
Tsuruko an understanding smile. �It wasn�t that bad after that, besides I
figured out what you were doing after two months or so.�

�You did?�

�After Naru got back and finally
admitted to Keitaro that she loved him, I was preparing to let him go, and I
was thinking about your letter. In a sudden epiphany, I realized that I didn�t
have to give him up to regain the sword. From that moment on, I did everything
I could to make sure he�d choose me. So don�t worry about it, it all worked out
fine. In fact, I want to thank you.�

Tsuruko blinked in surprise; she
hadn�t expected this. �Thank me? Why?�

�Without your intervention, I
never would have won Keitaro�s heart. I had some feelings for him, but I
probably would never have acted on them. If not for you, Naru might be carrying
his child now, not me.�

A look of gratefulness and a
smile that had more warmth than Motoko had seen in a long time came over
Tsuruko�s features. �Thank you for being so understanding.� She took a moment
to regain her composure. �So, how are you enjoying life with Keitaro?�
Tsuruko�s voice now had it�s old confidence back.

A blissful smile washed over
Motoko�s face. �It�s better than I could have dreamed. He�s devoted, kind,
patient, and he�s always been there for me. But more importantly, he knows when
I need to be alone from time to time.�

�Sounds perfect,� remarked
Tsuruko.

�No, he isn�t perfect,� replied
Motoko as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. �He�s still kind of clumsy, can be
incredibly clueless at times, and still has a strange gift for attracting
trouble. And you know something? I wouldn�t want him any other way.�

�Oh really? Why?�

�He wouldn�t be Keitaro. At
least, he wouldn�t be the Keitaro I fell in love with,� Motoko clarified.
�Despite all of these �faults�, they�re part of the man who risked his life to
save mine, who dared to face you without my knowledge, and who utterly devoted
himself to learning Kendo, despite the fact that he�s naturally uncoordinated.�

�How is his kendo ability
anyway?� Tsuruko inquired out of curiosity.

�Not so great,� Motoko replied
glibly. She then paused to reconsider her words. �I�m being unfair. He�s not up
to your skill level, or even mine, but by and large he isn�t bad. I believe
that he�d be equal to someone who has studied another kendo school for many
years.�

�And he did all this in less than
a year?� Tsuruko asked with a sense of disbelief.

�Yes. Even after he chose me, he
continued to train as if he had to fight you,� Motoko explained. �I once asked
him why he did it, since there was no longer any real need since I�d told him
I�d chose him over the sword if I had to.�

�What did he say?�

Motoko sighed with a smile on her
face. �Kei-kun, that clumsy, frustrating, wonderful Kei-kun, told me that he
didn�t think I�d be complete without the sword. He said that no struggle would
be too difficult for him if it would make me happy. If I hadn�t loved him
before, that would have done it. He pushed himself far beyond his own limits,
and he did it for me. That�s one of the reasons I�m so happy with him.�

�I'>�I see,� Tsuruko replied softly.
She shook her head as if to clear it, leaned forward conspiratorially, and
asked Motoko, �So, how is Keitaro?�

Motoko�s brow wrinkled in
confusion. �I thought I just told you, he�s devoted-�

�No Motoko,� interrupted Tsuruko,
as she smirked at her younger sister. �I mean, how IS Keitaro?�

Motoko blushed at the candidness
of the question. �Is she trying to embarrass me?� Suddenly, an evil impulse
entered Motoko�s thoughts. Figuring that turnabout was fair play, and since it
was the truth anyway, she gave into it. She matched her sister�s smirk with one
of her own, leaned forward and replied, �That�s the OTHER reason I�m so happy
to be with him.�

For Motoko, the only thing that
marred the delight she felt at seeing the stunned expression on her older
sister�s face was the fact that she didn�t have a camera to capture it for
posterity, though she did commit it to her memory.

Tsuruko, who couldn�t have been
more surprised if Motoko had sprouted wings and flown around the room,
struggled to regain her composure. �He seems to have a natural talent in that
area, I�, I guess,� Tsuruko stammered, a little flustered at her little
sister�s flippant remark.

Motoko shook her head. �I
wouldn�t say that. Our first time, his endurance wasn�t great.�

�He didn�t satisfy you?�

�He didn�t even get his boxers
off.�

Through the door, Motoko and
Tsuruko heard Keitaro let out a mighty sneeze in the kitchen.

Tsuruko chuckled in spite of
herself. �I�m sorry, but that�s pathetic.�

�He made up for it,� replied
Motoko, feeling an urge to defend her husband�s honor. �Besides, he was a twenty-two
year old virgin, I�m amazed he didn�t explode.�

�So, has his stamina improved
since then?� Tsuruko asked mischievously.

�Yes it has. It�s from all the
workouts we do. I figure we could both run marathons now.�

�I didn�t mean that type of stamina,
and you know it,� Tsuruko chided.

�His technique has also
improved,� added Motoko, acting if Tsuruko hadn�t spoken. �He now has more
finesse and grace than when we first started. He�s listened to my coaching and
he�s gotten much better.�

�Motoko, I was talking about his
abilities in the bedroom, not how good he is with a sword.�

A sly grin appeared on Motoko�s
face. �When did I say I was talking about kendo?�

�My, she�s gotten bolder, hasn�t
she?� thought Tsuruko.

Any further discussion was
aborted when a knocking came from the door, which then opened and Keitaro
entered the room. �Kitchen�s done,� he said. �Mo-chan, Tsuruko, would you like
me to make you some tea?� They both shook their heads in response. Keitaro then
noticed that there seemed to be an awkward silence in the room. �I�m sorry, am
I interrupting something?� �Is Motoko�blushing?�

�No, no,� Tsuruko replied. �We
were just discussing your�abilities.�

�I see,� Keitaro replied
uncertainly. �Oh boy, she IS blushing, what the hell�s going on?�

�She�s been raving about what you
can do, and it pd myd my interest,� she continued as she got a strange gleam in
her eyes. �It made me wonder if I should put you to the test myself.�

�I guess that wouldn�t be-�

�NO!� Motoko blurted out, a
horrified look on her face.

�What?� Tsuruko asked, the
epitome of innocence. �I was just talking about his kendo skills.�

�I should have known better than
to try to battle wits with Tsuruko,� Motoko thought to herself bleakly. �It�,
it�s nothing, I just over reacted a little, that�s all.� By now Motoko�s face
was cherry red with embarrassment.

�What did I miss?� wondered
Keitaro. �On second thought, I don�t really wanna know.� �Is everything all
right?�

�Yes, I was just getting ready to
leave anyway,� replied Tsuruko.

�You don�t have to go, we have
rooms here if you wish to stay,� Keitaro declared.

Tsuruko considered Keitaro�s
offer for a few moments before she nodded to herself and said, �I accept your
offer. It�d be nice to see you two for a while. If you�ll excuse me, goodnight
you two.� She then stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind
her.

Keitaro spent a moment staring at
the closed door before he looked at his wife. �What was that all about?�

�Nothing Kei-kun,� Motoko
replied, although she couldn�t bring herself to look him in the eyes right now.

Keitaro, realizing that
attempting to get any more information out of Motoko would be pointless, put
down the two backpacks he had retrieved from the main entrance and took a
minute to look around his old room. Like Motoko before him, he was pleased to
see that nothing had really changed in their absence. He also realized that
while nothing had changed physically, the atmosphere of Hinata House had
changed, and that it would be a while before they became accustomed to it
again.

Breaking out of these
metaphysical ruminations, Keitaro walked over to the window and took the
opportunity to savour the view, something he had missed greatly while he was
travelling with Motoko. As he stood there, watching the city at night, he
sensed Motoko coming up behind him.

Leaning down, Motoko rested her
head on Keitaro�s shoulder, emb embraced her husband around the waist. She
heard him sigh in contentment and felt him place his hands over her own. She
then took the time to follow his gaze out the window and contemplated the
beauty of a city after dark.

�What a lovely view,� she said
softly.

�Isn�t it? I always used to love
the view out this window.�

�Why didn�t you tell me about
it?� Motoko pouted.

�At the time, I had other
pressing concerns to deal with,� Keitaro replied honestly.

�And now?�

�There are only three things I
think about right now; you, the baby,� Keitaro paused at this moment to take a
breath, �and finally being back here.�

Motoko considered his words for a
few minutes, all of the while taking comfond snd security in her husband.
Finally she gave voice to a question that had been on her mind e the the moment
she had seen the others. �Are we, are we doing the right thing? Coming back, I
mean.�

�Yes,� answered Keitaro without
hesitation. �As much as I have treasured and loved travelling with you, we need
some stability during your pregnancy. I won�t risk you or the baby for
anything.� The conviction in his voice further reminded Motoko why she loved
him. �We get stability here,� he continued, �even though it is awkward right
now. And to tell you the truth, I�ve missed the people here.�

�I, I don�t want to feel like an
outsider here, I just want to make peace with everyone.�

�Do you think we can?�

�I don�t know, but I want to
try.�

�We�ll try,� corrected Motoko.

The two of them stayed in the
embrace for a few minutes, both of them enjoying the view, the company, and the
solitude after a rather difficult day. Absently, Keitaro detached one of
Motoko�s hands and kissed the back of it. In response, Motoko took Keitaro�s
hand and softly kissed the scar on his palm.
She then gently ran the tip of her tongue along it�s length.

Keitaro�s breath caught in his throat
and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Motoko only did that when she
was feeling�frisky. Under most circumstances, that was all it took to initiate
intimacy, but the location gave him pause.

�Something wrong, Kei-kun?�
Motoko purred when she felt him hesitate.

�It, it, it feels a little
strange to be intimate in this room, Mo-chan,� Keitaro stammered quietly.
�Especially since half the house is probably listening in on us,� he added
silently.

�We�re married aren�t we? It�s
our right.�

Motoko�s argument was convincing,
but not as convincing as the soft kisses she was placing on his neck. Keitaro
craned his neck up to allow her easier access and he found himself looking at
the ceiling. �The hole�s gone!� the objective part of his mind noted, before it
was toldtaketake a hike and let the emotional side take over.

Still, Keitaro was a little
intimidated by the idea of he and Motoko making love this close to Naru�s room,
but Motoko, sensing his faltering resistance, pulled out one of the weapons in
her arsenal almost guaranteed to change his mind. She leaned further forward
and started softly suckling his left earlobe.

Keitaro gasped out in response,
rolling his eyes in sheer joy; he loved it when Motoko did that. Objectively,
he knew that she was probably trying to overcome his reluctance. He also knew
that she had just succeeded in doing that. �If they wanna listen in, let �em!�
He turned around in her embrace and met her lips with his own, kissing her
deeply, breaking it off only to allow one last momentratirational thought to be
communicated. �Lock the door,� he whispered softly. Listening in was one thing,
but having someone walk in was just plain wrong.

�Tsuruko took care of that,�
Motoko replied breathlessly.

Before it was completely swept
away, Keitaro�s rational mind made a final mental note to thank Tsuruko the
next morning.

The Aoyamas resumed their kiss
and shuffled over to their futons as quickly as they were able to and still
remain in their embrace. While kissing each other deeply, the two of them began
the process of undressing the other. Gone was the nervous fumbling of the first
time that they had made love, now they were both experienced at removing each
others clothing.

With experienced hands, Keitaro
deftly undid the knot that held together Motoko�s hakama. He then opened it and
slid it off of her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor with a soft
rustle. Keitaro didn�t have to begin removing his wife�s chest bindings,
because they weren�t there. Motoko hadn�t worn her breast bindings in six
months.

Motoko felt the cooler night air
wash over her breasts as she continued to remove Keitaro�s hakama. She moaned
into his mouth as she felt his strong hands rubbing her newly exposed back.
With speed born of practice, Motoko succeeded in removing the hakama and threw
it across the room. She then reciprocated the caresses that she was receiving,
and broke off the kiss to resume suckling his earlobe.

As he stood there, relishing the
sensation of his wife�s lips on his ear, Keitaro slowly slid his hands down
Motoko�s back, tracing the curve of her spine. He rested his hands on her
shapely rear, gently squeezing and rubbing before he moved his hands around to
the tie that held up her pants and started undoing the knot. When it was
untied, her gi pants silently fell to the floor, and she took two small steps
to avoid getting them tangled around her ankles.

Now dressed only in a pair of
simple white cotton panties and socks, Motoko took steps to bring Keitaro to a
similar state of near nakedness. She leaned down to suckle Keitaro�s left
nipple, as her long, slender fingers undid the fastener that held his pants up.
Once the knot was undone, Motoko eased Keitaro down onto the futon and resumed
kissing him. Once he was on his back, she yanked his pants off with a flourish.
Now clad only in his boxer shorts, Keitaro�s erection had them straining to
contain it.

Slowly, and with a deliberateness
that she knew would excite Keitaro, Motoko crawled forward to straddle her
husband, leaning forward and allowing her gorgeous black hair to fall onto his
face and chest. She lightly kissed along his collarbone, all of the while
noticing that his breathing had gone shallMotoMotoko moved her kisses along his
neck and up under his chin before she reached his lips, tasting the
perspiration that had broken out all over him, despite his near nudeness.

When Motoko�s lips reached his
own, Keitaro eased his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her
tongue meeting his own. He was also taking pleasure from the way that his wife
was slowly and methodically rubbing up against him. While this was as
pleasureable as it had always been, Keitaro now possessed greater stamina than
in their first encounter, and was even able to grind back in time with his wife.
He then moved his hands, which had been stroking Motoko�s bare back, and gently
laid them on Motoko�s breasts, squeezing them softly and causing her to
shudder.

Still straddling Keitaro�s waist,
Motoko broke off the kiss and closed her eyes, soft moans encouraged by
Keitaro�s gentle squeezing escaping from her mouth. She felt him let go of her
left breast and seconds later his right hand was gently caressing her left
cheek. She nuzzled his hand, tenderly kissing his palm, feeling the smooth
hardness of his scar against her lips. His firm fingertips softly brushed
against her face. He then rotated his hand and used the back of his fingers to
caress her cheek.

Motoko took her right hand and
gently ran her finger down the center of Keitaro�s face, starting at his
forehead and slowly moving down his nose and stopping at his lips. Keitaro took
Motoko�s slender fingertip between his lips and gently suckled it, causing her
to hum contentedly in response. She opened her eyes and gazed adoringly down at
him, relishing the sensations he caused when he took his left hand off of her
breast and slowly, softly, sensually, ran his fingertips along her shoulder
blades. She leaned forward, kissed him lightly on his forehead, his nose, and
then a passionate kiss on Keitaro�s lips.

As much as she was enjoying
luxuriating in the kiss and her husband�s tender ministrations, Motoko decided
that it was time for her to take a more active role for the time being.
Breaking off the kiss, she whipped her head around, causing her ebony hair to
be flung over on to Keitaro�s head like a silken sheet. Pushing herself onto
her hands and knees, Motoko began to crawl backwards slowly, placing kisses
upon Keitaro�s neck, chest and shoulders as she moved. As she laid kisses upon
his pectorals and nipples, she was able to feel his heart rate increase in
excitement. Placing her tongutweetween Keitaro�s pectorals, Motoko traced a
line down to his navel, placing kisses all around it. She placed a path of
kisses down to the waistband of his boxer shorts. With practiced ease, Motoko
took hold of Keitaro�s waistband between her teeth and slowly pulled it down,
tugging it out to clear his erection. In response, Keitaro lifted his hips to
allow his boxers to be pulled all of the way off, which Motoko accomplished by
using her hands to slowly drag them down the length of his legs.

Now Keitaro was completely naked,
and he lay there, breathing shallowly, his erection throbbing in time with his
heartbeat. He looked down and was only able to see Motoko�s hair draped on his
chest. He had felt, rather than seen, Motoko pull his boxer shorts down past
his ankles. He found himself trembling in anticipation, his mouth open, his
breathing ragged, and when he felt Motoko�s lips touch the base of his penis,
he had to stifle a gasp.

As Motoko kissed and licked
around the base of Keitaro�s member, she recalled the first time that they�d
attempted oral sex. It had been a month or so after td fid first made love, and
while they�d talked about it, they hadn�t done anything until the night that
Keitaro had gently, and hesitantly, placed a soft kiss upon her labia.

From those tentative beginnings,
and with a great deal of trial and error and individual coaching, they had
learned what pleased the other. They both had had several opportunities to
practice and had honed their technique to the point that they were always able
to satisfy each other.

Keitaro had to work hard to keep
himself from groaning out loud as Motoko continued to kiss and lick around the
head of his penis; it just felt so good. It had also been over a week since he
and Motoko had last made love, and this resulted in his endurance not being up
to it�s usual levels. When Motoko took the head of his penis into her mouth, he
had to bite his lower lip to keep from crying out.

Motoko gently, but firmly,
stroked Keitaro�s shaft as she rolled henguengue around the head of his penis.
Flicking the tip of her tongue across the very tip, she felt Keitaro shudder
and heard his barely suppressed groans.

Motoko hadn�t lied to Tsuruko,
Keitaro�s kendo ability had greatly improved. He was now a confident,
self-assured swordsman, who was a far cry from the man he�d been when she�d
first met him. In her eyes he was now the personification of a man that would
have been considered �perfect� for her.

Because of this, she was aroused
beyond measure by the fact that she could reduce him to a state of utter
helplessness by simply using her mouth. As she cupped his testicles with her
left hand, Motoko heard Keitaro cry out briefly before he placed his hand over
his mouth in an attempt to remain discrete. Taking this as a challenge, Motoko
took him in as far as she could, so that her nose was touching his body, before
she began moving her head up and down. If she�d been able to smile, she�d have
grinned as Keitaro was forced to hold a pillow over his head to keep himself
from making too much noise due to her ministrations.

Slowly, she lifted her head so
that Keitaro�s member came out of her mouth with an audible �pop�, and she
whipped her head around again so that her hair was now draped over her
shoulders. Taking both amusement and pleasure at Keitaro�s efforts to keep
himself quiet, she asked him in a husky voice, �What�s wrong Kei-kun? You�re
usually not so bashful.�

Keitaro removed the pillow from
off of his face and was about to reply, but found himself abruptly cut off when
Motoko once again took him into her mouth and sucked deeply. He clenched his
teeth and gave a strangled cry as his wife continued her efforts to make him
cry out. He lay there powerless, unable to do much but savour the feel of
Motoko�s lips and tongue upon his most sensitive area. Realizing that
conversation would be pointless, Keitaro settled for reaching down with his
right hand and running it through her wonderful hair, and attempting to hold
out as long as possible.

From the shallowness of his
breathing and the loo his his face, Motoko knew that Keitaro was close to
achieving orgasm. On some occasions she loved to tease him mercilessly,
bringing him to the brink of orgasm and then stopping, only resuming when he
all but begged her to continue. She never felt guilty about this, as Keitaro
seemed to enjoy the delayed release, and when he reciprocated, he always
returned the favour with interest, to her equal parts dismay and pleasure.

But tonight she decided to let
him have the release that his body craved. Gently caressing his testicles with
her right hand, Motoko resumed deep-throating Keitaro, swirling her tongue
around his head, before taking his entire length in her mouth before pulling
back and repeating. She kept this up for a few minutes before she felt him
stiffen and arch his hips reflexively; she heard him groan deeply, despite the
fact that he�d bitten his left wrist in an attempt to muffle himself. Finally
she felt two jets of his seed fire off into her mouth. She continued to lick
and suck his member, even after his orgasm passed, swallowing his seed in
manageable amounts, and not releasing his organ until it was completely limp in
her mouth.

As Motoko opened her mouth to
release her husband�s organ, a few stray drops of his seed dripped back down
onto him. Motoko made sure that she was looking Keitaro in the eyes as she
licked up these drops as slowly and sensually as she could. She didn�t always swallow,
but she didn�t mind it from time to time, as Keitaro absolutely loved it when
she did.

Pushing herself back onto her
hands and knees, Motoko began to slowly crawl back towards Keitaro, placing
kisses upon his stomach as she moved. Keitaro just lay there as she moved up
his body, struggling to catch his breath, and to fight off the post-orgasm
drowsiness he always experienced. He limited himself to letting his hand slide
along his wife�s nearly nude body as she crawled forward, paying attention to her
back, as he felt her tongue on his nipples once again.

As she sucked on Keitaro�s
nipples, Motoko used her left hand to push her panties off of her hips and down
to her ankles. As she resumed crawling forward, she left her panties behind her
on the futon, and began kissing Keitaro�s neck and shoulders before Keitaro,
who had finally gotten his wind back, took her head in his hands and crushed
his lips to her own, kissing her hungrily. They stayed like that for a few
minutes before Motoko broke it off, and with a glint in her eye asked, �Enjoyed
that, didn�t you?�

�Yes,� Keitaro replied
breathlessly, and with an identical glint in his own eyes. He then pulled her
down and began to suckle on her right earlobe before whispering, �Your turn.�

Motoko kissed him one more time
before she resumed crawling forward, closing her eyes as she felt Keitaro kiss
her neck and shoulders. After a minute, Keitaro moved his head down and took
her left nipple into his mouth. She stayed where she was for a few moments, enjoying
the feeling of Keitaro�s lips and tongue on her breast, before she crawled
forward once again.

Keitaro kissed his wife�s breasts
for as long as he was able to reach them, before he started kissing her
abdomen, paying special attention to her navel. He then put his head back and
waited until Motoko stopped crawling when she was positioned directly over his
face. She then slowly spread her legs and lowered herself until her sex was
directly over his mouth, and her pubic hair was tickling his nose.

It was now Motoko�s turn to
tremble in anticipation, as she could feel Keitaro�s breath upon her. Just as
she was going to ask him what he was waiting for, she felt his hands reach up
and gently but firmly grasp her behind, and she was forced to stifle a gasp when
he slowly ran his tongue along her labia. When his tongue reached her clitoris,
he kissed it softly before he gently took it between his teeth and sawed them
across it.

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This time, Motoko was unable to
prevent a gasp from escaping her lips as she felt sparks of pleasure shoot up
her spine from Keitaro�s actions. She moaned softly when he slid his tongue
inside of her, pulling her down with his hands to allow himself to slip further
inside of her. Once inside, he began moving his tongue up and back, caressing
the upper side of her tunnel, causing her to involuntarily press down against
his face.

The first time that Keitaro had
attempted to go down on Motoko, it had been a trial and error exercise.
Specifically, a lot of trial and even more error, until Motoko, who had enjoyed
some of what was happening, took a more active role and told him what had
worked and what didn�t. Eventually, with time and practice, he�d gained the
confidence and ability to effectively satisfy her with his mouth. Besides,
he had told her one night when he had done better than she�d expected, this
was more fun than practicing kendo. Motoko hadn�t known whether to clout
Keitaro upside the head or kiss him for that.

In the end she�d done both, in
that order. She then told him to try again, to make sure that he could do it
again. Yes ma�am, he replied, a husband�s work is never done.
She�d playfully smacked him again and allowed him to proceed. As it had turned
out, the first time hadn�t been luck after all, Motoko had been delighted to
note.

Keitaro remembered all of this in
the back of his mind as he started to suck on Motoko�s labia, first the right
one, then the left. As much as she enjoyed seeing him go helpless when she
pleasured him with her mouth, Keitaro loved watching her go even wilder when he
did the same. She was a whole other person, the regal, reserved swordswoman
would make the most wonderful and erotic sounds for him; a previously unknown
wild side emerged. Motoko had turned out to be a vigorous partner in lovemaking,
and Keitaro relished any opportunity to bring out that side of her personality.

To Keitaro, oral sex was an evmoremore intimate experience then conventional sex, as he was completely in
control, and he could decide how long to let Motoko hang on before he let her
reach orgasm. Perhaps it wasn�t so surprising that his views on oral sex were
almost identical to his wife�s.

He continued probing her depths
with his tongue and at the same time he used his nose to stimulate Motoko�s
clitoris, causing her to grind even harder against him and use her left hand to
pull his head even closer. He heard her whimper as she approached orgasm, and
her natural lubricant was flowing down his cheeks.

Just as Motoko was about to
climax, she felt Keitaro cease his ministrations causing an abrupt end to her
stimulation. Being so very close, Motoko found herself pleading him him to
resume his actions. �Please Kei-kun, I didn�t do this to you,� she whimpered
desperately. She could swear she felt him smile in response, and then she felt
him slide his tongue between her lips and then gently bite her clitoris.

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This was enough to push Motoko
over the brink, and her arms went weak and she ended up slumped on top of
Keitaro, a soft but passionate cry breaking free from her as she briefly
convulsed. All of the while Keitaro continued to probe her with his tongue,
attempting to maximize the experience for her.

When Motoko regained control, she
pushed herself off of Keitaro and laid back down beside him. Wordlessly they
crushed their lips together and kissed each other deeply. When they broke the
kiss they stayed in an embrace and luxuriated in the closeness and intimacy of
their contact, the fact that they were both covered in sweat was irrelevant.
Motoko reached down and used her left hand to check the�readiness�of her
husband. Sure enough, Keitaro was erect again, and they were both ready for one
more round.

Once again Motoko moved to
straddle Keitaro, only this time she held him in her hand and positioned him
for easy entry. When he nodded his readiness, Motoko slowly slid herself down
the length of his member, taking him inside as deeply as she could. She then
leaned forward and resumed kissing Keitaro before she started moving herself up
and down on his shaft.

Keitaro allowed Motoko to take
the initiative in their coupling, and he started thrusting back in time with
his wife�s movements. He moaned into her mouth while they kissed, as he started
feeling the muscle tension build up as they both continued physically
expressing their love for each other. When Motoko broke off the kiss, he pulled
her closer to him causing her head to be next to his ear, and he could hear her
gasp as she began feeling the effects of their physical union.

By now the two of them were both
sweating heavily from their exertions, and the scent of Motoko�s musk was very
strong in the room, filling the air and permeating the sheets. Despite
Keitaro�s efforts to remain discrete, it would be screamingly obvious if
someone entered the room the next morning that something had occurred the night
before. In a more objective mindset the two of them might have had some
concerns about this, but as aroused as they both were, at the moment they
wouldn�t have cared if all the residents of Hinata House were standing there,
eating popcorn and watching them.

Motoko pushed herself up on her
hands, clasping Keitaro�s shoulders with a incredibly strong grip as she leaned
over him, her hair cascading down to brush against his face. She locked eyes
with him, oblivious to everything else in the world except for the look in his
eyes and the feelings he was causing her. Her sweat was dripping off her,
falling onto his face and chest, mixing with his own. Their breathing sounded
like they were in the final hundred feet of a marathon, but they both continued
on, determined to hold off as long as possible and see this through to the end.

Keitaro sat up slightly and took
Motoko�s right nipple into his mouth and gently bit down on it. In response,
Motoko began to speed up the pace of her movements up and down Keitaro�s shaft,
an action he mirrored by speeding up his thrusts. At this point they were both
close to orgasm, but they both struggled to hold on for just a little longer,
if only for the benefit of the other.

Almost predictably, Keitaro went
first, arching his back and thrusting with special fortitude at the last, when
he felt himself fire off one especially large jet of his seed, and one much
smaller secondary shot. The feeling of Keitaro�s warmth and essence entering
her was all Motoko needed to climax. Letting out a cry that was louder than
Keitaro liked, Motoko gripped his shoulders as tight as she could when she
leaned down to kiss him.

The two of them held each other
in a tight embrace as they both struggled to get their wind back. They stayed
there, breathing hard, feeling their heart rates coming down, and just enjoying
the calm after the storm. Both of them were quite tired now, and they mutually
decided that it was time to sleep. Motoko eased off Keitaro and then snuggled
up next to him.

�Goodnight Kei-kun, I love you.�

�I love you, Mo-chan. Pleasant
dreams.�

�I�m living one,� she replied as
she snuggled closer to him.

Keitaro smiled to himself and
reached over to turn out the light. As he started to drift off, he recalled the
day�s events; the return, confrontations, and truces that had occurred. It was
a potentially unstable situation, the two of them being back at Hinata House,
but it was going to be a reality during the pregnancy.

Tomorrow the two of them would do
what they could to try to settle the tension between everyone. He wasn�t sure
if they could do it, but they would give it their all. One could never know
what the future would bring.

�After all, would I have believed
what happened tonight a year ago?� he asked himself. With that last thought, he
tightened his embrace on the now sleeping Motoko, and let himself drift away.

End Chapter One

Author�s Notes: Here we go again.
When you get so many emails and reviews demanding a sequel, you must have done
something right. I had no idea that my first story would strike such a chord
with readers, or that it would be so popular.

So, by popular demand, I started
on this sequel. I feel that it will take longer to update because I want to
make sure that I do this one right, and because I�m in unexplored territory
here. While many stories have tried to tell what might have happened if Keitaro
and Motoko got married, to my knowledge no one has ever tried writing an
aftermath story.

I will finish this story, but it
may take a while. I hope you all enjoy the ride. Any feedback and reviews, both
positive and negative, would be welcome.

For this story I am using three
pre-readers: dennisud, crosseyedbutterfly, and UndeadAnimeFan267. Any mistakes
are mine, not theirs.
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