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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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Kitsune awoke to a pleasant soreness that she hadn’t felt in a long time. The early morning light felt warm against her skin as she sat up in bed and turned to smile down at her latest companion. Keitaro lay still asleep with only the corner of the blanket to cover his modesty. Kitsune laughed.
‘Didn’t know I was such a blanket hog.’
She placed the blanket over him, tip toed out of the room with her robe and headed for the hot spring. To her surprise she found Naru already soaking in the spring, watching the change room door as if in wait.
“Good morning,” Kitsune called.
“And a very good night for you too,” Naru replied. “Don’t look shocked. My room is right above his and you’re not that quiet.”
Kitsune slid into the water. “Ah, now you’ve spoiled it. I was going to spend all morning torturing you over whether I’d done it or not.”
Naru rolled her eyes. “That hickey on your neck would have been proof enough.”
“What?” Kitsune clapped a hand on her neck. “Where?”
Naru giggled and splashed her friend. “Just kidding.”
Kitsune splashed back. “Bitch,” she said with a smile.
“So how was it for you?” Naru asked once Kitsune had sat down beside her.
Kitsune cocked her head and searched for a word as thoughts of the previous evening passed through her mind.
“Yummy,” she said.
“Yummy.” Naru snorted. “There’s a good word. Well I hope you enjoyed what I taught him.”
Kitsune rounded on her friend. “Excuse me? What you taught him?”
Naru crossed her arms. “Yes. He was a virgin when we did it. If you had such a ‘yummy’ time, then it was because I taught him what to do.”
Kitsune laughed a single cynical bark. “You think way too highly of yourself as usual.”
Before Naru could retort, the air was rent by a cry of “Banzai!” and before either girl could react Su dove into the hot spring landing with a giant splash that soaked her roommates from head to toe. Su surfaced with a smile, she gave a happy wave to the others without regard for their glares.
“Hiya! Morning hot springs are the best.”
As Kitsune shook her wet hair, Su settled in between her and Naru who was wiping her face with a hand towel. Then they sat down with Su, their argument forgotten for the moment.
Especially when Su turned to Kitsune and said, “Kitsune, is it fun wrestling with Keitaro? Is he any good?”
Kitsune felt her stomach drop as she shared a panicked glance over Su’s head with Naru. Part of the pact the two girls shared was that the younger girls were never to find out about their activities. If Haruka ever found out…
“What…What do you mean, honey?” Kitsune asked.
“You and Keitaro wrestled last night, right? I heard you last night. It sounded just like the matches on TV. What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” Naru giggled into her fist.
“So is he good?” Su asked Kitsune with eager innocent eyes.
“Yeah, Kitsune,” Naru said with laughter in her throat, “how is our new manager at ‘wrestling’?”
‘I’ll get you for this, Naru,’ Kitsune thought. ‘Just you wait till I turn in that IOU of yours.’
She looked down at Su. “Well, I guess you caught us,” she said, her brain working quickly. “I just had a little extra energy last and I guess he did too, so we had a match.”
“Did you win?”
Kitsune smiled. “I thought he had me pinned a couple times, but in the end I got on top of him.” She laughed. “And I stayed there. He never had a chance.”
“Oh.” Su looked thoughtful. “Maybe I can beat him then. With Motoko gone, I have no one to play with.”
Kitsune cringed as she thought of the days with Su before Motoko’s arrival. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, hon,” she said as phantom pains shot through her ribs.
“I was going to challenge him this morning,” Su said, ignoring Kitsune, “but he looked so strange when he woke up.”
“Strange?” Naru asked.
Su nodded. “Yes, he looked so sad that I wanted to cheer him up, but he didn’t even notice me on his way to the kitchen.”
Naru climbed out of the water, and headed for the change room.
“What’s the matter, Naru?” Kitsune asked, coming from behind.
Naru braced herself against the wooden door frame, tracing a finger around a knot in the wood. “I think we better check on him. I think we went too far this time.”
Kitsune put her hands on her hips. “Too far? He came willingly enough last night.”
As they dressed, Kitsune told last night’s tale. When she was finished Naru was shaking her head.
“It’s worse than I thought.”
“What is?”
Naru pulled her sweater over her head and headed for the hallway.
“If you don’t know, I can’t make you understand. But come on, we’ve got to do some damage control.”
“How do we do that?” Kitsune asked, irritated at Naru’s claim of deeper understanding.
“Just follow my lead.” And Naru was gone.
Keitaro felt grateful for the routine of cooking as he prepared his breakfast. It helped to clear his head. Something he’d never be able to do in his room with Kitsune’s side of his futon still warm and the smell of her on his sheets.
As he whisked eggs in a bowl, he wondered what had come over him last night. It was like something else, something deep from within had taken over him as Kitsune had clung to him. It had been strong, it had refused to be denied, and he didn’t like it one little bit. What would he say to Naru now? He couldn’t keep it a secret, it wouldn’t be right. But if he told her, how could he possibly stay? A manager couldn’t go around seducing his tenants.
And what of Kitsune? What had last night been about? Keitaro shook his head as he searched around for a frying pan. The girls he’d gone to school with had treated him like he was invisible. Girls were a mystery to him at the best of times. He slammed the pan down on the stove. Who could he turn to for help? His friends were even more clueless around women than he, and Aunt Haruka was hardly a distant third party. He sighed as he poured eggs into the hot pan. Compared to this, getting into Tokyo U seemed easy: at least the exam had an answer.
“Something smells good,” Naru called as she walked into the kitchen.
Keitaro jumped as if he’d been caught committing a crime.
“Oh, hi…”
Naru sauntered to the stove with a smile, her arms swinging loose at her side. Her outfit was similar to the one she’d worn in her room, but her loose fitting blouse was done up to the second button, and her dark skirt was only just above the knee. Her makeup was conservative and she was wearing her glasses.
“Making breakfast? That’s sweet of you, and on your first morning too.”
Keitaro gasped as Naru leaned against his back to look over his shoulder.
“You’ll want to make a few more if you want to keep Su fed, though,” she said, tracing a finger down his neck and over his shoulder. “I’ll help you.”
She gave his shoulder a squeeze, grabbed the empty bowl from his hand and went to retrieve more eggs from the fridge.
“I think we’ve still got some miso left too,” she said to herself. “Eyes on the stove,” she told the staring Keitaro. “You don’t want those eggs to burn.”
Duly warned, the conflicted cook returned to his food with wooden spoon in hand. As he scrapped the first batch into a serving dish, Naru presented him with a newly whisked bowl of eggs and a pot of miso.
“This should keep her satisfied,” Naru told him. “Will you be going to cram school today as well?” she asked as he resumed cooking.
“Today, and every day until I make it,” Keitaro spoke as one who had travelled far and had long to go.
Naru stretched. “Guess I’ll see you there then. Hey, why don’t we go somewhere after? Have a little fun?”
Keitaro choked. “Fun?”
Naru smiled. “Fun. Noun. Something that provides mirth or amusement. You are familiar with concept, no?”
“Of course I am…I just…” Keitaro reached over and turned down the heat. “What did you have in mind?”
Naru shrugged. “Video arcade, bowling, walk through the park, cup of tea? I haven’t worked out the specifics yet. What? Do I have something on my face?”
“No.” Keitaro felt as if he were playing a game without knowing the rules. Weren’t they doing this out of order, and why hadn’t she brought up yesterday at all?
“So what do you think?” Naru asked.
Before Keitaro could answer, Kitsune walked in, wearing a pair of jeans and a band t-shirt, both suited her quite well; but they were a far cry from the form fitting pants and blouse the day before.
Kitsune looked at the stove and smiled. “So he cooks too.”
She leaned against him, inhaled deeply, and let out a happy “Mmm”. Then she reached for Keitaro’s shoulders.
“You’re so tense,” she told him, working over the petrified manager’s muscles. “You ought to stretch in the mornings.”
Keitaro’s knees started to knock together, and he nearly dropped the frying pan. Not right in front of Naru. She’d figure it out, then she’d kill him, and…
“Oh that’s magical,” Keitaro whispered, leaning in as Kitsune’s finger’s made a soothing path up and down his neck.
“Like that, huh?” Kitsune abandoned the neck and dug into his upper back, provoking a soft moan. “Then that night class I took paid off.”
She worked away one last stubborn knot and then strolled into the dining room without another word. Keitaro gasped in protest, his mind already searching for promises, services, and chattels he could offer to feel those hands again…
An image of Kitsune writhing beneath him passed through his mind. He shook it away with a shudder of longing.
Naru came up behind him and took the miso off the stove.
“Shall we eat? Hey are you in there?”
Keitaro blinked. “I’m sorry. What?”
Naru turned off the stove. “You were looking a million miles away. Where were you?”
‘Between Kitsune’s thighs.’
“Nowhere, just haven’t had my tea yet.”
Naru gave him an annoyed look that he didn’t understand.
“Just bring the eggs, will you?”
Keitaro stared after her as she went into the dining room, and prepared for the next part of the strangest twenty four hours of his life. He recalled the warmth of each girl’s hands where they touched him as he scrapped the last of the eggs into the bowl. Every time he thought he’d found all the rules he didn’t know or understand, another layer of unknown was revealed for him to stare at in befuddlement. He was so confused that it didn’t even register that he hadn’t told the girls the truth yet.
‘All those books never said anything about stuff like this either,’ he thought as he carried his bowl to the table.
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