In Bloom, The Cherry Blossom
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Category:
+G to L › Love Hina
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
18,858
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Love Hina, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In Bloom, The Cherry Blossom
Marshmellows, Lemons, and Kisses
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Author's Note:
Hey guys, yes, I'm continuing the story. Sorry for the long delay, but I'm actually trying to make the chapters longer, and having to buy a new ride, and rebuild it basically is really getting in the way of my writing time. It also does not help that if I write a chapter I'm not satisfied with, I tear the page and start over. Character flaw of my own, sorry. I'll try to make this story longer, and deeper into the story. Sex scense may be a bit more scarce, but I'll do my best to make them even more interesting, and the story as well. If you can't tell who this one is over by the title, perhaps your not a true fan? Maybe it's just me. Hope you guys like this one (and girls! Sorry...)!!
As always, just for reference!
"x" = Speach
'x' = Thought
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[PROLUGE]
Memories and Mixed Feelings
Hitting the surface of the blank page, the pen rolled off of the book and onto the desk with a resounding thud. Thoughts of the last five years since she was able to share her feelings with Senpai rolled through her mind like a busy highway. Shinobu just could not concentrate hard enough to draw in her picture journal. Feelings of excitemnt, joy, anger, and hatred all resurfaced as if what happened so long ago was really just a moment or two old. Letting out a stressful sigh, Shinobu leaned forward, resting her chin on the desk. Unable to keep her thoughts focused she took and made her way over to the window. Slender arms cradled her chest as she gazed at the moonlit grounds of the inn.
She tuned around, her gaze going back to the journal on the desk. She wasn't sure exactly why she had never stopped making picture journals. It seemed a bit childish to continue to do such a thing. She smiled softly, a memory occured to her of when she had first met
Senpai. He had drawn her picture, only in the picture she was smiling. The odd thing about it was that she had been depressed and frowning when he drew it. Now that she thought about it, it dawned on her, Senpai was the reason she continued her picture journals. She didn't own a camera, but her pen and paper allowed her to have all the pictures of Senpai and the other residents of then inn that she wanted. She was not as good at drawing as Senpai, but her skills had grown at a surprising
rate. Maybe it was the fact that she had spent atleast two hours of almost every night at her desk continuing her picture journal? Most likely, but this did not bother her.
It had been almost exactly five years since she had given her innocence to Senpai. If it was not for Motoko's encouragement and help, she probably would have never even succeeded in giving him a kiss. She was glad she had the chance to spend a night with Senpai, but in truth, it only made it that much harder to let Naru have Senpai. She would never give up hope, but she knew he could never be hers. His heart belonged to Naru, and Naru alone. She tried to keep her distance from the two, but all too often, she didn't succeded. It was easier to do, now that they shared the same room. As much as she longed to be with him, she would not allow herself to get any closer because it caused her too much pain. Distance, she figured, was the best way to go.
Glancing sideways towards her mirror, her hands fell from her chest. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her hands glided up her waist to grasp ahold of the lower fringes of her nightgown. Delicatly, the soft cloth slid off her torso and exposed her body in the rays of the moon with only thin lace keeping her most delicate proportions covered from the gaze of any eyes that may be roaming the night. She softly cupped her breasts within her hands, gauging how much they had developed in the time gone by. Her hips had developed into the size of any man's dream. As luscious as a strawberry, and as fragile as a cherry blossom, Shinobu had grown into a mature woman. 'Perhaps I should find a man of my own, and forget about Senpai?' No, she would not allow herself to think like that for much longer. She couldn't... wouldn't...
[END PROLUGE]
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Author's Note:
Hey guys, yes, I'm continuing the story. Sorry for the long delay, but I'm actually trying to make the chapters longer, and having to buy a new ride, and rebuild it basically is really getting in the way of my writing time. It also does not help that if I write a chapter I'm not satisfied with, I tear the page and start over. Character flaw of my own, sorry. I'll try to make this story longer, and deeper into the story. Sex scense may be a bit more scarce, but I'll do my best to make them even more interesting, and the story as well. If you can't tell who this one is over by the title, perhaps your not a true fan? Maybe it's just me. Hope you guys like this one (and girls! Sorry...)!!
As always, just for reference!
"x" = Speach
'x' = Thought
--
[PROLUGE]
Memories and Mixed Feelings
Hitting the surface of the blank page, the pen rolled off of the book and onto the desk with a resounding thud. Thoughts of the last five years since she was able to share her feelings with Senpai rolled through her mind like a busy highway. Shinobu just could not concentrate hard enough to draw in her picture journal. Feelings of excitemnt, joy, anger, and hatred all resurfaced as if what happened so long ago was really just a moment or two old. Letting out a stressful sigh, Shinobu leaned forward, resting her chin on the desk. Unable to keep her thoughts focused she took and made her way over to the window. Slender arms cradled her chest as she gazed at the moonlit grounds of the inn.
She tuned around, her gaze going back to the journal on the desk. She wasn't sure exactly why she had never stopped making picture journals. It seemed a bit childish to continue to do such a thing. She smiled softly, a memory occured to her of when she had first met
Senpai. He had drawn her picture, only in the picture she was smiling. The odd thing about it was that she had been depressed and frowning when he drew it. Now that she thought about it, it dawned on her, Senpai was the reason she continued her picture journals. She didn't own a camera, but her pen and paper allowed her to have all the pictures of Senpai and the other residents of then inn that she wanted. She was not as good at drawing as Senpai, but her skills had grown at a surprising
rate. Maybe it was the fact that she had spent atleast two hours of almost every night at her desk continuing her picture journal? Most likely, but this did not bother her.
It had been almost exactly five years since she had given her innocence to Senpai. If it was not for Motoko's encouragement and help, she probably would have never even succeeded in giving him a kiss. She was glad she had the chance to spend a night with Senpai, but in truth, it only made it that much harder to let Naru have Senpai. She would never give up hope, but she knew he could never be hers. His heart belonged to Naru, and Naru alone. She tried to keep her distance from the two, but all too often, she didn't succeded. It was easier to do, now that they shared the same room. As much as she longed to be with him, she would not allow herself to get any closer because it caused her too much pain. Distance, she figured, was the best way to go.
Glancing sideways towards her mirror, her hands fell from her chest. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her hands glided up her waist to grasp ahold of the lower fringes of her nightgown. Delicatly, the soft cloth slid off her torso and exposed her body in the rays of the moon with only thin lace keeping her most delicate proportions covered from the gaze of any eyes that may be roaming the night. She softly cupped her breasts within her hands, gauging how much they had developed in the time gone by. Her hips had developed into the size of any man's dream. As luscious as a strawberry, and as fragile as a cherry blossom, Shinobu had grown into a mature woman. 'Perhaps I should find a man of my own, and forget about Senpai?' No, she would not allow herself to think like that for much longer. She couldn't... wouldn't...
[END PROLUGE]