Learning About Herself

A/N: This fic follows 'Accidental Inspiration?' but is focused mainly on Motoko. I wrote this fic half a year ago. This fic takes place before the 4th manga. As this series continues, it'll be mostly focused on Naru, Kitsune, Motoko, and Su.

Small note: You'll notice I used the word 'shito' as you read this fic. A shito is the sliding doors you may be used to seeing in LH.

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Learning About Herself


"Kitsune?"

Su peered into Kitune's room. Motoko had sent her to borrow a pen from Kitsune. What Su didn't know was that Motoko wanted a breathier from her. As Su looked around, she saw no sign of Kitsune. However, she did spot a pen on Kitsune's desk.

"She'd no mind if I use this," Su said, grabbing the pen.

She was about to leave when she couldn't help but take a peek at the opened notebook on the table. Su's eyes widen as she read the first paragraph of a recent story Kitsune had written. Grabbing the book, Su bounced back to Motoko's room.

"Motoko! Look what I find in Kitsune's room!"
"Something that doesn't belong to you?"
"'I rubbed her breasts softly while her hand reached into my pants. Her fingers brushed delicately against my soaking panties'," Su read from the book.

Motoko curiously went over to Su and read some of the book.

"'I groaned out loud as her fingers went to work on my clit.'," Motoko read.
"Isn't it nasty?," Su asked.
"Uh... Sure..."

But Motoko kept reading. When she finally stopped, her cheeks were red and she felt heated. Su looked at her puzzled. She had never seen Motoko like this. Except for that time she got sick but this seemed different.

"Whassa matter, Motoko? You're face is all red. Are feeling sick? Are you mad? Um, are you listening?"
"Put this book back in Kitsune's room. It's none of our business," Motoko calmly said.

Su nodded her head slowlye hae hadn't expected this kind of a reaction from Motoko. It was weird. When Su had left, Motoko put her hands over her face and sat down. She felt strange. Her mind raced to figuut wut what was wrong. But the only thing that she could thif waf was of what she had just read. She should have found it disgusting, the idea of two women having sex. She should've told Su to put it away as soon as she heard those first sentences. She should not be feeling strange. But the truth was that she didn't, hadn't. and did. In some twisted (at least to her) way, she seem to enjoy it.

Su came back to an empty room. Motoko was gone and there wasn't a clue as to where she had went.

***
A knock came at Naru's bedroom door.

"This better be important!," she shouted from within.
"May I talk with you?"
"Motoko?"

Naru slid open her bedroom door. She wore her black long-sleeve shirt with a green (I think that's the color) dress over it. In her hands she held her glasses and a pencil was behind her ear. She looked at Motoko surprised. "Come in," she said motioning Motoko in.

Entering, Motoko sat at the kotatsu and laid her sheath down on the floor. She wasn't sure what had brought her there. Maybe she felt comfortable with Naru since she was closer to her age.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?," Naru asked, taking a seat opposite of Motoko.
"... What does it mean when you get a reaction to something you've read?"
"Well it depends on what you read and your reaction."

Motoko remained silent for a moment.

"Su showed me a notebook that she found. Someone had written stories about two women having sex...," Motoko blushed deeply as she said this.

Naru froze but said nothing.

"After I read some of it, Su said I was red. On top of that, I feel uncomfortable in certain places," Motoko looked down at her lap, still blushing deeply.
"..... ^.^;;; "
"Well? This is foolish. I'm going...," Motoko said, getting up. But Naru grabbed her arm.
"You're 15 and you've never experienced any sexual feelings before?," Naru asked.

The younger girl said nothing as she sat back down. It was true that she hadn't ever had sexual feelings, just as she had never really talked to a boy before Keitaro came along. She knew what sex was but had never really paid any mind to it. She was always too preoccupied with practice or Su.

"If you want my opinion, I think you were turned on by what you read," Naru told her.
"Turned on? You mean aroused?"
"Yes."
"I have to go practice."

Motoko stood and headed for the door.

"I'm here if you ever want to discuss this," Naru sai her her.
"....."

She left without saying a word. Naru looked at the door and sweatdropped. She had to find Kitsune and ask her something. She set out to the women's bath in time to catch Kitsune bending over, nude, in the bath.

"Such a pleasant sight," Naru grinned.
"Huh?" Kitsune turned to Naru. "Oh, you think so?"
"How could I lie?"
"By saying, 'I'm lying'," Kitsune laughed.

Naru face-vaulted. Getting up, she dusted herself off as she told Kitsune about Motoko. The older girl's face flushed at the mention of the notebook.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about the author of the of the book? Would you, Kitsune?"
"Um... Maybe. Maybe not cou could be anyone's. Hell, it could be that perv's."
"You honestly expect me to believe that you , the freelance writer of Hinta house, had nothing to do with book. But Keitaro, the idiot two year ronin of Hinta house, wrote those stories?!"
"Eheh... ^^;; Are you mad at me?"
"Yes! How could you write stuff like that and not share it with me?" Naru turned away.

Kitsune placed her hands on Naru's shoulders and turned her around. She could see the hurt on Naru's face.

"They're just stories about what we've done. No names though. I'd be more than happy to show you them."

She embraced the younger girl. Naru smiled and returned the embrace. She grabbed Kitsune's naked behind. Giggling as the older girl squeaked.

"Should we go to your room and add a another story to the notebook?," Kistsune asked.
"Sounds like a good idea."

* * *
Motoko stared at her kendo stick. She had gone out to practice but she couldn't concentrate. Naru's words seem to haunt her. If it was true, what she had said, then that meant she was... Dare she say a lesbian? But she liked boys, even if she didn't pay much mind to them. Could it be a simple curiousity then? Maybe. She spent alot of time around women, so it could be.

Frustrated, she nearly broke her kendo stick after slamming it crudely into a rock. She didn't understand the emotions she was going through. But at least she had an idea of what they were.

Sighing, she headed bto tto the house. No one appeared to be there. As she made her way up to her room, she happened to walk by Naru's room. Why she had walked past Naru's room was unknown. But maybe it was a good thing she had?

Peering in, Motoko held her breath. Ie, se, she watched Kitsune pound into Naru's backside with a dildo. Naru moaned loudly into a pillow, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure. Her breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust.

Shifting her legs, Motoko felt the same heat from before rising in her body. She might have realized the wetness between her legs if she weren't so entranced at what she saw. Each muffled cry aroused her more and more. Then, finally, she watched as Naru's body tensed up and with one final cry, she went limp.

Kitsune and Naru kissed and cuddled before falling asleep under a blanket. Motoko blinked as she realized she'd been holding her breath. Closing the shito to Naru's room, she looked around suspiciously. Satisfied that no one was there, she crept to her room. The flush on her face never seemed to go away.

She thoroughly checked her room to make sure Su wasn't hiding anywhere. That was the last person she needed to see now. It wasn't until she was done, that she finally noticed the slickness in her panties. Curiously, she reached under her panties and felt her pussy. Her fingers slid around and they accidentally brushed against her clit. Motoko gasped quietly in surprise. The feeling was a great and new sensation to her.

Before she even realized it, Motoko continued to brush her fingers against her clit. In her mind, she thought of the story she had read. As well as what she had seen just moments before. Her free hand reached into her robe and played with her breasts. She bit her ls hes her moans became louder. The burning feeling that had developed within her, reached it's peak. Her body tensed up, her eyes squeezed shut, and she couldn't control the loud moan that escaped her throat.

As she finally opened her eyes, she noticed someone peeking into her room. Realizing who it was at once, she blushed. Her shito slid close and she was alone. Motoko glowed at the moment that had just happened. Su popped into her room five minutes later. But by then, Motoko had fallen asl

Back in Naru's room, Naru blinked her eyes opened. Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Kitsune walked into the room in time to catch Naru stand up and rhe blanket slip off her nude figure.

"Where did you go?," Naru asked, embracing Kitsune.
"I went to the bathroom. I saw something interesting on my way back."
"Oh? What was it?"
"Let's just say that Motoko was enjoying herself for, probably, the first time."
"Really? Are you going to tell me about it?"
"Nah. But I'll let you read about it tomorrow."

With those words, Kitsune kissed Naru and laid her out on the futon. It was going to be a long night for the two. ^_~

The end