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Sunset	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 6179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Months later
Kitsune flopped down onto her futon, and contemplated what to do about her new neighbour. It had been an interesting afternoon at Hinata to say the least. Kitsune had been in the change room, preparing for an afternoon soak in the hot spring, when a short man wrapped in a towel came barrelling through the hot spring door. Kitsune stood stunned as the man ran like the devil was chasing him right into her chest. The shock of finding a man anywhere near Hinata, let alone nestled between Kitsune’s breasts, was more than enough to knock her off her game.
“Who are you?” she asked.
With an ‘eep’, the man jumped back and tripped over the laundry basket. He leapt to his feet and ran into the hallway, Naru and Kitsune’s underwear clinging to his wet skin.
“Kitsune,” Naru shrieked from the hot spring. “There’s a peeping tom in the house!”
With a shriek of violated rage, Kitsune joined Naru in hot pursuit; but the guy – whoever he was – always managed to stay one step ahead as the chase led upstairs and then down again, until Su descended upon the fray with her miniature tanks. The exploding firecrackers from the tank cannons were enough to force the intruder outside, where Kitsune and Naru had been waiting to ambush him. If Haruka hadn’t shown up at that moment, the three girls would probably still be using her nephew’s body for a piñata.
An hour later, the sun was low in the sky, and Kitsune poured herself a sake while she considered the situation. By order of Granny Hina, her grandson was going to be the new apartment manager; and Kitsune was going to be sharing a roof with a man for the first time since leaving Osaka.
Not that she was worried about him. Seeing the best and worst of men clothed and unclothed allowed Kitsune to size up Keitaro Urashima in a matter of seconds. As much as Naru feared otherwise, Kitsune was willing to bet money that unless he was severely tempted, the boy would be too scared to try anything – especially after the chase this afternoon.
No, Kitsune was not worried. She was elated. A shy, retiring, suggestible man had been dropped right in her lap; and he was a Tokyo University student to boot. With a credential like that under his arm the possibilities for even a wimp like that were vast. On top of that, if he was Hina Urashima’s grandson, it stood to reason that the guy was in line to inherit the dorm and the land attached. Kitsune licked her lips. What was the best way to get free room and board? Become the landlord’s wife, of course. Or his lover.
Kitsune approached the full length mirror on her vanity with a coquettish look.
“Hello, darling,” she chirped. “You must be so tired after such a long day at work. Do you want your dinner, or perhaps a bath first?” Her smile turned sultry. “Or would you rather have me instead?”
She burst out laughing. What was she being so serious for? A flash of skin would be enough to leave Keitaro sputtering like a broken engine. She could save the full show for later, and squeeze a few breaks on the rent out of him with a little T and A. What was needed now, though, was a good first impression, one that could wipe away the memory of this afternoon’s chase. What a guy like Keitaro needed was someone who could understand him and forgive his missteps. She walked down the hall to the manager’s room, and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Keitaro asked from the other side.
“It’s Kitsune,” she called without opening the door. “Could you meet me in my room in five minutes? It’s just next door.”
“Oh?” The voice sounded surprised. “Okay.”
Phase one complete.
Kitsune rushed back to her room and stripped off all her clothes, dropped them in a pile, and put on her favourite black silk kimono with scarlet sakura stitched on the back. She tied it loosely and hurried to the bathroom, turning on the sink. She stuck her head under the tap long enough to dampen her hair, and towelled off before returning to her empty room. She knelt before the pile of clothing with her side facing the door. The stage was set. Once the last player entered, the show could begin.
There came soft rapping on her doorframe.
“Kitsune?”
Kitsune pretended not to hear as she grabbed her panties from the pile of clothes. She waited a few seconds, and then the knocking came again. Kitsune stayed still. Then there came a rushing sound as the door slid open.
Kitsune screamed loud enough to get Keitaro’s attention, but not enough to alert the household.
Keitaro took one look at Kitsune and let out his own shriek. “I am so sorry. I didn’t-”
“What are you doing here?” Kitsune demanded.
Keitaro looked at the ceiling. “You told me to come here,” he sputtered.
“Yeah,” Kitsune replied, “and I told you to give me ten minutes.”
Keitaro looked at her with knitted brows. “Ten? I thought you said five.”
“I said ten. What are you, deaf?” She tried to sound distressed. “I just got back from the bath to change, and then you come barging in without knocking.”
“I did knock.”
“Well do it louder next time.”
Keitaro went back to stammering apologies.
“Never mind.” Kitsune waved him through the door. “Just get in.”
Keitaro looked at her like she was crazy, but stepped inside. Kitsune shut the door, and pasted on an expression of embarrassment as she scratched her neck.
“Well, I’d hoped to do this under more appropriate circumstances,” she said, kicking the pile of clothes to the side of the room, “but this will do all right.” She retrieved one of the nicer sake bottles from the collection on the top shelf of her closet. “Welcome to Hinata House, Mister Manager.”
Keitaro cracked a nervous smile. “Gee, that’s nice of you.”
“Not at all,” Kitsune dismissed with a wave. “We just need some cups. Hold this.” She passed him the bottle and moved to the closet. She reached up until the kimono lifted to reveal her legs.
“Let’s see,” she said. “I’m pretty sure that they’re up here.” She fiddled with a few things on the shelf before bending to a lower one. “Maybe here?” she wondered, wiggling her rump.
Keitaro gulped.
Kitsune grinned. She straightened up and grabbed the cups from beside her sake bottles, where she always kept them. “Here they are.”
She knelt down and, when he did the same, poured a portion for both of them. She clinked her cup against his. “Cheers.”
Keitaro sipped, and gave his cup a thoughtful look. “Smooth.”
Kitsune brought the cup to her mouth and wet her lips, like she did with her clients. She knew every flavour of intoxication there was, and pantomiming them was as easy for her as walking. All she had to do now was keep filling his cup like a dutiful woman. She sat close. Not enough to scare him away, but enough for him to feel her nearby. This was no simple feat with a skittish creature like Keitaro, and Kitsune had to adjust herself a couple times when she saw him stiffen. Naru and Motoko seemed to have terrified him of women.
She treated the conversation the same way she treated a first time meeting with a client. Light conversation, funny jokes, and all the while, she pushed the envelope; a slap on the knee as she laughed at a joke, a squeeze of the shoulder as she apologized on Naru’s behalf.
“She means well, really,” Kitsune said. “She’s just protective of us girls. Oh, you’re getting low.”
She took the bottle and grabbed his hand that still held his cup. She brought it towards her and poured him another drink. She pretended not to see his awestruck lok. This boy didn’t have a chance.
She ran her fingers over his as she withdrew, and continued the conversation as if nothing had happened. All the while, as the talk continued and the sake flowed, Kitsune kept and ear open for the possibility of interruption. Naru was most likely studying as a way to cool off. At this time of day, Motoko would be practicing on the roof, Su would be tinkering away in her room, and Shinobu would be making dinner; if routine held up. If any one of them got curious about their new housemate and went looking for him, Kitsune knew she’d be in trouble that couldn’t be easily explained away. So she listened for any creaks from the floor outside or the slightest hint of a calling voice.
They were three rounds in, and Keitaro was beginning to show signs. His smile became goofier and his speech was starting to slur. Kitsune could also tell that there was something he wasn’t being honest about. She wasn’t sure what it was; but it became obvious every time that she started asking him about school. He’d start looking away from her and change the subject. No matter. She’d pry the secret from him soon enough.
“You know somethin’ Kitsune?” Keitaro asked.
“What?” Kitsune asked, pretending to slur. “What do I know?”
Keitaro snorted. “I have no idea. You could know everything for all I know.”
Kitsune giggled despite herself. Keitaro was a fun drunk.
“No, no,” she pressed. “You were gonna asked something. What was it?”
“Was I?” Keitaro looked down at his cup as if the answer should be floating in it.
“Yes,” Kitsune groaned. “Now what was it?”
“Oh, yeah.” He leaned forward. “You’re really fun, Kitsune. You’re not like the other girls here. Not trying to pu…punch me, or blow me up with tanks, or chop me to sashimi. Naw, you’re the only girl, ‘sides my aunt, who acted happy to see me. S’nice. Thank you.”
“That’s sweet,” Kitsune replied without pretence. “What about Shinobu?”
“Which one’s she again?”
“The little girl with the short hair.”
“The other one? Not the scary one?”
“Right.”
Keitaro snorted. “She’s terrified of me, you noticed? Believes all that talk about me being a molester.” He took a drink. “Not that I blame ‘em. If I found a strange guy in my tub, I’d freak out too. But come on.” He threw his arms out to the side. “Me, a molester? I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
Kitsune sensed her opportunity. Thank God for drunken honesty. “No?” she asked.
“You kiddin’?” Keitaro asked. “I nearly fainted before I walked in here. You really think I’d know what to do with you even if you wanted me to?” He laughed as if this were the funniest thing on earth.
This was it.
“Should we test it?” she asked.
“Huh?” asked the oblivious Keitaro as he turned his empty cup upside down and shook it.
“Do you think I’m attractive?” Kitsune asked, making sure to inject some uncertainty in her voice.
Keitaro dropped his cup and stared at her as if she’d sprouted wings. “What was that?”
Kitsune looked him dead in the eye. “Attractive. Do you think I’m sexy?”
Keitaro looked over the girl before him in seiza with nothing but a kimono. Smooth, milky flesh gleamed at him from the opening in her robe.
“Course you are,” he said, emboldened by liquor. “Silly question,” he mumbled.
Kitsune grinned. “That’s a relief.” She leaned close so he could see down her robe, and drew little circles on the tatami mat. “Cause I think you’re kind of cute.” She leaned close enough for her breasts to touch his shoulder. “And I’m glad to hear that you don’t have a girlfriend.”
Keitaro did the opposite of what Kitsune had hoped, and jerked away. He glared at her. “You’re teasing me,” he said.
Too much, too soon.
“No I’m not. I like you.”
Keitaro scoffed. “Sure. Just like those girls in high school. Say they like you, then giggle with their friends about it afterwards.” He started to get up. “Well, no thanks.”
“Wait.” Kitusne grabbed his shoulder. “I’m not lying. How cane I prove it to you?”
Keitaro thought for a moment and shrugged. “No idea, but it’d have to be good.”
It was all or nothing now. Kitsune kissed him hard. She held him tight and counted to five in her head before withdrawing. She waited for him to gasp in surprise and plunged forward again, thrusting her tongue past his lips. She caressed his tongue, coaxing it into returning the favour.
“Believe me now?” she asked after releasing him.
Keiaro said nothing, but stared at her as that one kiss turned his world upside down.
Kitsune leaned in again, and this time Keitaro was there to meet her. He welcomed her into his mouth, and gave no resistance as she pushed him onto his back. “But his hands stayed at his side, unmoving. It made the whole thing seem falser than it was. Kitsune hated it.
“Touch me,” she demanded against his lips. “Come on, touch me.” Keitaro’s hands made a halting journey to her back, running over the ebon silk.
Kitsune lowered one of her hands, trainling her fingers over Keitaro’s chest and stomach, down past his belt, and came to rest on his groin. She stroked his hardened length. Keitaro’s hands froze at the first tough, his entire body stiffened. Kitsune kept stroking to get him used to her touch, but the moans he had been making earlier turned to protest. He started to pull back, but Kitsune just push forward until Keitaro’s head was pinned between her lips and the floor.
Why was he trying to fight this so hard? Everything was goingto plan, and he was getting cold feet now of all times. Not a chance. She’d have him, even if…
Keitaro pushed her up by her shoulder. His eyes were almost black, but they showed none of the drunkenness from before.
“Please stop,” he said.
She stared down at him; he up at her. His face was flushed, but the set of his jaw and the imploring in his eyes left no room for doubt. He would not keep going. Kitsune cursed herself. How could she have gotten this carried away? How much repair work would this take? Could it even be repaired?
“Dinner!”
Shinobu’s call echoed through the hallway and sent a shock through Kitsune. She recoiled from Keitaro and stared at him from across the floor, without a thing to say.
Keitaro looked at her with wary eyes, searching for intent.
Kitsune burned with shame as she saw once more the purity that she’d seen when Haruka had introduced him to the household, and she felt her body cry out for it.
She stared at the ground. “I’m…” She swallowed. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what…” He eyes alighted upon the sake bottle. “I was drunk and I…I just feel so stupid, and I’m sorry.”
The silk felt cold against her skin.
Keitaro got up on wobbly legs. “I think I’d better lie down,” he said, and was gone.
Kitsune grabbed her clothes and them on; anything to get rid of the feeling of vulnerability. The accusations rained down as she put on her panties and buttoned her shirt: slut, vamp, virgin hunter.
Dinner. Company. That would make it go away. Her friends, her dear unsuspecting friends would be downstairs, waiting for her with smiles; and she’d be able to escape the feeling. The one that came when she returned home at midnight with slick thighs.
Kitsune went to the door and rested her head against the frame.
“You stupid bitch.”
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