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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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By the time Keitaro and Kitsune arrived back at Hinata House, all the lights were dark. The sight left Keitaro somewhat disheartened as he trudged up the garden path. They might have at least left a light on for him. He was the manager after all. Beside him Kitsune hummed a happy tune, swinging her arms up and down like a toy soldier.
“Care to come up?” she asked. “I’ve got roommates, but they sleep like logs, so they’ll never hear us.”
Keitaro’s mind travelled to the idea of them sharing a futon once more, of their naked bodies intertwined in the dark. He shook his head, and reminded himself that he had a day full of chores the next day.
“Thanks,” he said, turning to look at Kitsune, “but I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Kitsune bit her lip. “Well I was just joking.”
The look on her face said otherwise, but Keitaro felt it wise to say nothing as the front porch came into view.
After removing their shoes in the foyer, Keitaro thanked Kitsune for the evening.
“I had a really good time. I’d be happy to be your hostage again.”
Kitsune shivered at his words, but leaned in to kiss him good night before making her way upstairs.
Keitaro watched her go and grew warm at the wiggle of her behind that she added for his benefit. Then, as his duties dictated, he locked the door, checked the back entrance, and made sure all the lights were off before deciding to retire at around midnight. In the bathroom, as he brushed his teeth, he got a good look at himself for the first time and grimaced. He had leaves in his hair and his new shirt was already covered in dirt. He picked out the leaves, brushed himself off as best as he could, and threw the shirt in the communal laundry basket. Anything else, his weary and sated bones dictated, could wait until morning. He tiptoed to his room, flipped off the hallway light and traipsed into his room, intent on flinging himself onto his futon for a well-earned rest.
So he was quite surprised when the lights in his room came on without warning. He looked around to see Naru with her finger on the switch, her hair hanging loose about her back, and one of his shirts as the only protection of her modesty.
After she had finished the evening’s dishes, Naru had gone upstairs to find her boy gone. Suspicious, she checked her best friend's room to find it empty save for a cheeky little note Kitsune had left about taking their manager for a night on the town and that she shouldn’t wait up. That little note had stoked a small flame in Naru: a slow burning irritation that fed and grew as she had seethed at Kitsune’s recklessness; ruining all the careful planning and coaxing Naru had gone through over the last week to gain Keitaro’s comfort and acceptance all because the fox girl had suddenly felt a yen for her favourite combination of cocktails and cock. Determined not to lose any more ground to her rival than necessary, Naru had down the first thing that she could think of and waited for Keitaro’s return wearing one of his dress shirts – a sure fire way to get any man’s attention; but as the hours ticked by, Naru found herself in the dangerous position of having time to do some thinking.
For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was actually fighting Kitsune for a guy rather than sharing him. Something about her boy excited a possessive feeling in her; and the more Naru thought about it, the more she realised that for the first time in a long time she didn’t want to share him. She’d found him first. He was hers, and that was that. Kitsune must have decided the same if her actions tonight were any indication. Why else would she risk ruining the plan they had agreed upon?
Over time, this jealousy expanded beyond her rival. What about Keitaro? If he was as pure as he seemed to be, why was he going along with it? He couldn’t be that clueless, could he? Maybe he had figured them out and was just stringing them along.
So when she had heard the pair upon which she had brooding make their return, all thoughts of seduction had fled from her mind; and she had lain in wait to surprise her boy before giving her rival a piece of her mind.
Naru glowered at him with her hands on her hips as though she were not nearly naked in front of him.
“About time you showed up,” she snapped. “I thought you’d never get here.”
“Um…” was all Keitaro could manage to say as he gaped her like beached fish. Naru had buttoned exactly two buttons on his shirt, enough to cover her waist while the valley of her cleavage remained open for all to see. Keitaro wiped at his chin on reflex as he took in the curve of her hips and her smooth bare legs, and his body forgot some of its earlier exhaustion.
She jerked him inside the room and shut the door, before leaning in to sniff around his chest.
“You smell like her.” She said ‘her’ the way one would refer to a thief.
She grabbed his hand and held it up for examination.
“You’ve got dirt under your finger nails.” She stared at him through narrowed eyes. “Just where did she take you.” Her emphasis on the word ‘take’ left no room for misinterpretation.
Keitaro felt his face grow hot as shameful butterflies tormented his poor stomach. He tried to speak, but only managed more stammering.
“Never mind, I don’t want to know.” She pinned him to the wall with a cold appraising stare. “So, how long have you known? Did that jerk off friend of yours from cram school figure it out?”
Keitaro’s tongue felt like it was made of lead, but he managed to stammer, “I don’t know what you mean.”
Naru scoffed and threw up her hands like it should be obvious. “What Kitsune and I have been doing. Why else would you keep screwing the both of us and keep up this blushing virgin act?”
Act? Something was very wrong here. He expected her to gut him for cheating on her (which he deserved), but now things had taken an incomprehensible turn. He wanted speak, to beg forgiveness, to get an explanation; but Naru had built up a full head of steam now, and there was no stopping her.
“And then you got all romantic in the karaoke lounge, asking ‘What is this?’ with those big sad eyes of yours, and I actually thought you were for real. I actually thought I knew the difference between a guy looking for a girl and a guy looking for a lay.”
Something deep within Keitaro rumbled at the accusation, and his arms shot out before he could even consider a course of action.
“It was real,” that part deep inside cried, “I meant every word of it.”
Naru stared in shock as the person too afraid to hold her hand in public, the person she dragged into manhood, as he held tight to her shoulders as he let loose a barely restrained yell.
“I meant every word of my question. What the hell is this? I spent the whole week agonising over how to tell you about Kitsune and you knew the whole time?”
He dropped her arms and turned away from her. He inhaled a shuddering breath.
“I’m scum,” he said. “I know it.”
“No.”
“I don’t deserve someone like you, not after what I did.”
“No.”
“I guess I should look for another job. I can’t stay here.”
“No!”
Naru wrapped her arms around him from behind to anchor him to the spot.
“This is all my fault,” she spoke into his shoulder. “I never should have.”
Keitaro felt himself grow slack in her arms. It would be so easy to stay there, but he couldn’t. This world he was in was too strange to him. There were too many things that he didn’t understand.
“I’m just too confused right now,” he said as they sank down together onto the tatami. He was too tired. He just wanted to curl up on the tatami and fall asleep. Sleep long, sleep deep.
But Naru held on. “Don’t leave, please?”
Keitaro dropped his glasses to the floor as his eyes began to sting. “I’m not this kind of guy. I had a promise.”
She held tighter. “You’re not scum. Please?”
“I never should have.”
Naru muffled a sob against his shoulder.
“I wanted you to. We both wanted you to. You can’t leave. You don’t know what it’s like. How lonely it’s been.”
They both sat there a long time, resting against one another, taking what the other had to offer as they cried out their pains into each other’s shoulders. After Keitaro felt his tears subside he looked up at Naru and saw that her eyes were just as red as he imagined his to be.
“You knew?”
She nodded. “I knew she was going to sleep with you before you did.”
Keitaro flinched. “And you were fine with that?”
Naru grimaced. “Well not entirely. It was…” She sighed like a doctor with bad news. “It was a competition. A bet.”
Keitaro felt another loss of his sense of reality coming on. “A bet? About me?”
Naru stared down at her knees. “To see who could, well, sleep with you first.”
Keitaro stared at her. He couldn’t believe it. It was too much. He couldn’t stop it. He burst out laughing and collapsed against the wall.
“What’s so funny?”
Keitaro threw his arms up. “Can’t you tell?” he asked between hysterics. “I am. I’m the joke. I thought I had something. I thought a couple girls actually liked me and it turned out to be a bet. Don’t you realise how funny that is?”
His laughter started to hitch in his throat, he felt like he might start crying again.
Naru seized him by the shoulders. “It’s not like that at all. Shut up and look at me.” She shook him. “It was a bet, yeah, but only the first time.”
Keitaro drew a shuddering breath. “What does that mean?”
Naru stared into his lost eyes, and leaned in to give him a kiss. “It means that I asked you to karaoke because I wanted to.” She brought her palm up to cup his cheek. “Please don’t leave?”
The next morning, Naru woke from a fitful sleep to find herself on top of Keitaro’s covers as he slept beneath them. The early morning light was only just appearing on the horizon, but Naru knew that sleep was beyond her now. She tiptoed out of the room, shivering against the thin cotton of the shirt she had borrowed as she returned to her own room to dress. Her feelings were as frenetic as her shivering as she looked through her closet. Once she’d dressed for the day, Naru sat in the living room and nursed a cup of tea. She did nothing to draw Shinobu’s attention as the young girl came down an hour later to prepare breakfast, but waited until the woman who haunted her thoughts came down the stairs yawning.
Naru cleared her throat, Kitsune turned away from the kitchen doorway to see her sitting on the couch.
“He knows,” was all Naru said.
Kitsune flinched, cast a quick look over her shoulder at the kitchen and scurried towards her co-conspirator.
“What do you mean ‘he knows’?”
“It means…” The rest of Naru’s replied died in her throat as a terrible scream came from the hot spring.
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