A Kendo Girl's Explorations

Chapter Three:


The Complete Idiot's Guide to Kendo, Studies, and Broken Hearts


By C. R. Laden


{Lemon, Yuri, Fem Slash}


Sorry it took me so long to add the next chapter. I have four 10 hour shifts, so I don't get much time to write. I'll try to get them up as soon as I can. I've been having a bit of writer's block lately, so things are not going as smoothly as the last two. Bare with me, guys.


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I did the grammar check myself, so expect some slight miss spelling and bad wording.

"Speech"

'Thought'



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"Na... Na... Naru?!?!" Keitaro stumbled over his own voice as he tried to register what he was seeing. All he could hear was the beating of his own heart. Baddup. Baddup. The blooded rushed its way through his body in search if his brain, but never made it that far. From an onlooker's point of view, one whould have sworn he was tyring to pitch a tent with his pants. His eyes gained a life of their own as they traveled between the sight of both Motoko and Naru.

Throwing her urge to cut Urashima a new wind pipe, Motoko gave Naru one last look and began to walk towards Keitaro. She stopped halfway, turning towards Naru with a hand raised, her finger signaling for her to follow. She did so without question. What was left of the wraps on Motoko's chest fell to the floor as she closed the distance between herself and Keitaro. Leaning down slightly, she placed a finger tip on Keitaro's chin and beckoned him to stand, and he did in utter shock. Motoko placed a hand on his crotch, her fingers kneading against his pants firmly as her other hand pulled Naru close to her. As Motoko and Naru continued their lust filled kiss, Keitaro closed his eyes, letting Motoko's hand work its magic.

Naru made the next move, moving away from Motoko to Keitaro. Her hands found his zipper quick enough, and began the removing of his pants. Motoko didn't hesitate, kneeling behind Naru, she kissed along her back as she began to slide her skirt off of her long slender legs. This caused Keitaro to stop breathing for a moment, until he realized he had done so. With a deep breath, Keitaro brought his hands up to cup Naru's breasts as he leaned forward, tracing his tounge along her neck. He could feel his pants fall down to his ankles, releasing the pressure that had built-up inside. Naru gasped as she felt him pressing against her, just his boxers and her white cotton panties keeping them from touching.

Just as Naru was about to tear them off, Motoko slid Naru's panties off, Naru stepping out of them as they reached her feet. Using her hands to push Naru's legs apart, Motoko made enough room for her to ease her mouth up to Naru's hot and moist flesh. Her tounge lashing out in long and wide circles, catching the tip of Keitaro's boxers in doing so. This caused both Naru and Keitaro to draw in breaths, and Keitaro removed his hands from Naru just long enough to pull his boxers off, kicking them to the side. Using one hand to keep Naru balanced, his other hand raised Naru's leg to wrap it around his own waist. He slowly eased himself inside of her, causing Naru to whimper and tighten her hold on him. Keitaro let out a sigh of excitment as he felt Motoko's tounge slide across the underside of his shaft as he began to slowly ease in and out of Naru.

Motoko didn't feel left out, as she found herself enjoying this. The taste of both Naru and Keitaro caused her gi to be visiblely wet around her crotch. Her hands squeezed Naru's hips as her tounge stroked faster across the hot shaft of Keitaro and Naru's dripping flesh.
One hand exscused itself from Naru, and found its way inside of her own gi, stroking the pubic hairs that were neatly timmed. She may train to be a warrior, but she still treated herself as a woman in many aspects. Motoko continued lower, finding her own personal pleasure as she gladly gave such to Keitaro and Naru.


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As she leaned against the far wall from the door, horror and shock across her face, Shinobu watched as tears filled her eyes. Her head began to slowly shake from side to side, 'How.. how could Sempai?' The though repeated itself over and over in her mind. She couldn't believe that Sempai would do this. She couldn't concive of the ideal of Sempai, Naru, and Motoko. She turned, pushing off the wall into a run. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she made a dash towards the front exit. She could feel her heart being torn from her chest as what she had seen keep slowly and steadily sinking into her mind, causing her tears to flow more fluidly and falling at a even more rapid pace.

Holding up her hands as she reached the door, she slung it to the side, opening her a new, wider path to run. Haruka was standing on just the otherside of the door, but Shinobu did not stop. Pushing Haruka as she ran past, she continued down the steps. She brought her hands up, wiping her eyes as she found it was starting to get hard to see through the tear drops that kept building-up in her eyes.

"Huh?" muttered Haruka as she watched Shinobu run off into the distance. Her cigerrette dangled between her lips loosely as she stood there in surprise.

After two miles, Shinobu's legs refused to move, giving out from exhaustion. She collapsed onto the ground, laying flat on her stomach where she pulled herself into a ball. Wraping her arms around her knees, and crying out loudly, "Sempai how could you? ... Sempai.... I... I... Semp...." Her voices giving way to sobs again as her tears flowed down her cheeks to fall freely.

She had been walking to the bathroom when she happened to notice Motoko's door was open, but when she looked, it was infact broken and scattered on the floor. What disturbed her and caused her such pain was what she saw afterwards. Keitaro, Motoko, and Naru together. She knew that he did not see her as anything more than a little sister, but this just shattered her spirit. Caused her great pain in her heart and she couldn't hide it as she normally would when she saw him with Naru.

Shinobu didn't notice Haruka walking up from behind her. It wasn't until Haruka had kneeled beside her and began to speak, that Shinobu knew she wasn't alone anymore.

"You know, I have found in my past that it's best to use someone else's shoulder as a towel works better than using the grass...", Haruka tried to make the words comical, but didn't think she had succeded. "I know it is none of my buisness, but I just wanted to make sure you were alright, Shinobu."

Shinobu found that her voice had vanished, and couldn't speak at first. After a moment's struggle, she began in a low whisper, "Sempai..." It was the best she could do. She bit her lower lip and forced a few tears back by blinking. Before she could stop herself, she had gotten to her knees and turned to Haruka, and thrown her arms around her, cring softly as she found some form of comfort. She didn't like being considered a child still, but feeling like she was still one against Haruka as if she was being protected gave her comfort that she couldn't have by herself.

Haruka just sat there, letting Shinobu cling to her. Her own thoughts brought back memories of how she felt with Seta and Sara's mother had been together. She took a long drag off of her cigerrette and began to run her hand through Shinobu's hair.


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Motoko awoke the next morning much like she had with the morning after the night she had with Mitsune, alone. Both Naru and Keitaro had already left without waking her and letting her know they were leaving. Thoughts of what happened that night made her body react again, just as it did last night. Keitaro was hesitant, but in the end, he was very fullfilling. He might be clumsy, and that may have been his first time, yet he was great. Naru was no slacker herself, as she used her tounge well, even if she was inexpereinced. Keitaro had done a good job of servicing both herself and Naru, and had not spent more time with one than the other. She stopped her train of thought, feeling hunger settling in. Gathering her cloths, Motoko dressed and headed to the dininning room for breakfast.

Motoko took her usual place at the table, awaiting for breakfast to be served along with Mitsune, Su, Sarah, and Keitaro. Mitsune, Motoko noted, was watching her with a sly grin. Keitaro, on the other hand, was avoiding her eyes. He was trying his best to not look at her, or even talk to her. Perhaps he was just embarassed about what happened the night before? She didn't think any less of him. Better yet, she thought better of him. He was more of a man down there than she would have originally given him credit for, and handled himself even better than she thought he could. She wouldn't mind having him to herself for a night so she could have his full attention without Naru just three strokes away from getting him back inside of her. Maybe he didn't like how she was last night? Could it be that she just wasn't good enough for him? Out of habbit, her hand went for the hilt of her sword, but she managed not to pull it and rest the blade against Keitaro's neck.

Naru didn't show for breakfast, nor did Shinobu. Haruka was the one that prepared it this morning. Something wasn't right this morning. The air seemed to be unstable, and thick. As she sat at the table, Motoko spoke, "It is quiet just before the storm..."


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I know I ended this one short, but I was trying to hurry and get this one up. Just so you know, I wrote the last half of this one while listening to 'How You Remind Me' by Nickleback, so it goes along well with the song. I've decided to not only give it a story line to move along, but to go deeper into the storyline. I guess I'm making more changes to this as I go, more than I had originally planned to happen. Perhaps it is for the best? Just let me know if I have too much story, and not enough of the good stuff! Already have part of the next chapter outlined and will be writting it a little later in the day of this one's posting.


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