Darkness Within

Disclaimer: Love Hina is not mine. I make no claims of ownership. No attempt to make money from this fic was made. Please don\'t sue.

Warning: This is a lemon story involving one of the ever-famous tentacle monsters. This is also something of a darkfic. In short, some very bad shit is going to be happening in this story. If this story begins to offend you at any point, please back out and read something else. If you don\'t, then don\'t come crying to me. I gave you fair warning.



It’s painful to live. At least, if you live as I do. You see, I possess a dark THING that lives within me. It desires beyond comprehension to escape, to break the bonds I have set upon it, to take control of my soul and to cast us all into hell. And it wants them. Every day do I see them, and I am tempted. From morn to even, I am tempted, the slavering beast straining at its cage. And every day, somehow, I am able to hold out, to resist temptation for another day. They mock me for my lack of control, my inept balance. How could they know the horrendously short leash upon which I keep myself; the grace I have earned walking the razor’s edge above madness and sin.

Even as a child I knew. I was always different. Mother made no bones of hiding the truth from me. Of course, it never registered to my child’s mind that I was anything other than a being just like my fellows. It never occurs to a child that there might be existences beyond his own. But the scales slowly fell from my eyes: my schoolmates would be stricken with illness, but I remained hale; the other boys broke legs falling from trees, and yet, I did not. The cold of winter, the heat of summer, these bothered me not at all.

It happened when I was only fourteen years old. Seta had taken me on one of his digs. We were in Indonesia, or the Philippines, or New Zealand, or some other god forsaken patch of earth. She was a native girl, forever coming down to our digs. Perhaps she wanted an entertaining fling with a child barely worth being called a man. Perhaps she even had a thing for young boys, I don’t know and neither do I care. All I know and care about was this: I was seduced back to her home, and she placed me upon her bed. Then, darkness clouded my vision, and silence cloaked my ears. Horrible, blasphemous envisionings sought me here, and I very well went mad!

When I awoke from my stupor, I thought perhaps I had merely slept and dreamt. But it was not so. For the native girl was curled up against the sheets, utterly disrobed. She was bleeding, from many places. And bruised in many more. With tears in her eyes she reviled me, cursed me in all manner of ways, from my parentage to my religion. She called me demon and rapist, and I could not say no. And I fled. And I saw what I had become. And I wept.

Now, I live surrounded by temptation. But I cannot give in; that poor girl’s eyes will not let me. There are times that my control slips, and a grope or a peek comes, and then my world explodes in agony. It is like being a plant, you understand. All the food and water in the world will mean nothing if you do not see the sun. For the sake of the sun, I cannot allow myself to see it. For to see it, would mean to wish to touch it, and to touch it would meant to destroy it.

But I am glad for the pain. It keeps me strong. It reminds me of why I must fight, why I cannot release the beast within myself. It reminds me of the horrors I can unleash. The horror that I am.

I am Urashima Keitaro.

I am Shikima.



Author\'s Notes: I don\'t know exactly What I\'m planning on putting in this story. That\'s why I selected all the warnings I did. Just keep on your toes and watch out.
i\'ve wanted for a long time to do something where the main character must fight his inner nature. While Keitaro isn\'t actually a La Blue Girl style shikima, he is a tentacle beast, and as such has certain desires and drives. However, Keitaro\'s own moral code disallows him to sate these desires. To make matters worse, he has to have sexual contact with a member of the opposite gender just to survive.
i can\'t decide if this is going to have a happy ending or a sad one. i\'m somewhat partial to happy endings myself, but i don\'t want to get predictable.
oh yes, one more thing. You know how in hentai the girl being raped ends up enjoying it? Don\'t count on that happening here. i\'m not saying it won\'t, just don\'t depend on it.
Well, enough of my dark ruminations. Ja, ne!