A Mistake

A night of love.


Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of Love Hina (would love to)


It was raining hard as Motoko walked up the steps to Hinata-ryo. Sliding the door open she walked into the entryway removing her shoes and hanging the umbrella where it could drip dry. Motoko made her way to the kitchen to see what was for dinner, but found it empty. Looking about she saw a note sitting on the cabinet. Picking it up and reading a look of horror runs across her face. Running out of the kitchen to each room in turn sliding the door open hoping to find someone finds nothing. Looking back at the note she reads it again.

Dear Motoko,
Sorry for the abrupt departure, but we felt that we needed some down time.
Shinobu is with her folks as is Naru. Su went with Shinobu. Keitaro went
Home, and I’m visiting some old drinking buddies from High School.
Were really sorry.
Loving friend,
Kitusne


Motoko couldn’t believe it they all left. She was completely alone. She walked slowly back to her room and changed from her school uniform and into her everyday clothes, and made her way to the roof to practice now that the rain had let up. After several failed attempts at meditation she began her katas instead.

Focusing all of her attention on her katas she didn’t hear someone sneaking up on her until she heard her name being called reacting on instinct she let loose with a ki attack not realizing it until the person was air born that it was Keitaro. Concern crossed her face as she saw him do a belly flop into the onsen. She slowly made her way down stairs and realized that she was blushing.

Why am I blushing? It’s not because I’m alone with him is it.

Rounding the corner that lead to the baths she saw him dripping wet walking slowly into his room. Hiding behind the corner like a schoolgirl she peeked around to see him come back out in dry clothes.

Maybe it is because of him.
Motoko managed to get herself under control just as Keitaro rounded the corner and ran right smack into her.

"Gomen nasai Moto-chan." Came the a muffled voice.

A blush blazed across her face as she realized that in the collision she had fallen on top of him and his face was nestled between her still wrapped breasts, and his hands were resting on her petite ass. Keitaro couldn’t believe what was happening. All he had done was try and talk to Motoko and he had received a free fly to the onsen, and now she’s on top of me.

I’m going to die. He thought.

“Keitaro” Came a small voice.

He answered “Yes Moto-chan”.

“Could you please take your hands off my butt.”

Startled he realized that indeed his hands where resting lightly on that small ass. Resisting an impulse to squeeze them he took his hands off and braced for the hit. He felt Motoko get up off of him. He waited eyes closed fearing the worst. When he heard.

"Keitaro would you like me to cook dinner or would you prefer to?"

"Huh?" Opening his eyes he saw Motoko with a blush blazing across her face offering him a hand up off the floor. He accepted, and for the first time realized how soft her hands were. With out relinquishing his hand she lead him into the kitchen and said simply.

"Why don’t you cook since it’s just the two of us."

She let go and moved to the other side of the kitchen so she wouldn’t be in the way. Her thoughts were disoriented.

What’s wrong with me? I’m so nervous around him. Why couldn’t I hit him he had his hands on my. The blush deepens, and she feels her heart start racing. She can still feel the lingering heat from his hands. Her breathing becomes shallow as she thinks.

Could it be I’m falling for him? Impossible! I could never love that pervert.Another part of her brain spoke for the first time. Are you sure? It asked.
Her mind stopped dead as she reflected on that question.

Keitaro couldn’t believe his luck not only was he alone with Motoko he had held her ass in his hands and had lived to brag about it. Quickly grabbing a tissue to staunch the flow of blood out his nose.

Keitaro moved about the kitchen preparing dinner. It was a simple meal. (not sure what a simple meal would consist of) As he served it to Motoko he moved to sit opposite of her. He couldn’t help it he looked up at her.

She’s so cute. Especially when she’s nervous. Now why would she be nervous? I’m obviously no threat. He thought.

Motoko felt him looking at her. Her face warmed. She looked up and met his eyes.

He’s nervous, and so am I. But why am I? She thought.

Once dinner was finished, Keitaro began cleaning up. Motoko quietly left the kitchen. She walked slowly up to her room. She grabbed her extra clothes and made her way to the onsen.

It will feel good to bath tonight. She thought.

“Keitaro” She called.

“Yes Motoko.”

“I’m going to the onsen now so don’t get any perverted ideas.”

“Okay.”

Keitaro finished cleaning the dishes. Feeling thirsty he rummages around the refrigerator. Spotting a pitcher he pulls it looking inside to see what it was.

“Looks like fruit punch.” He thought.

Shrugging he pours a glass. Drinking it down in a couple of gulps he smacks his lips at the bitter after taste.

“Not bad” He smiled pouring another glass.

Motoko was enjoying the silence. Reluctantly she stood and made her way inside.

“I’m impressed he didn’t try anything. Maybe I should tell him when we take bathes so he won’t stumble in on us.”

Once she was dressed she moved to the door. She opened it to find Kietaro listing to one side trying to go up the stairs. He stumbled and fell against the wall. He tried pushing himself up but ended up pushing to hard and fell over the railing. He landed with a THUD. Motoko moved to his side.

“Are you alright Kietaro” Rolling him over to see if he was still conscience.

The smell hit her then. It was a sour smell she recognized it immediately, because more often than not Kitsune smelled just like this.

“But she only smells like this when she’s drunk. Poor Keitaro.”

Keitaro was mumbling something, and Motoko leaned down to hear.

“You cute you know that” She blushed at that statement.

He reached up and placed on hand behind her head and before she could react he kissed her. The sudden feeling of his lips sent sparks flying through her head. Shocked she pushed herself away, breaking free of his feeble grip.

Motoko sat there looking at Keitaro who was struggling to rise. He must think that I’m Naru. Other wise he wouldn’t have kissed me. Keitaro finally managed to get to his feet he turned and looked at her.

“Motoko why are you blushing, did you like my kiss that much?”

She stared at him mouth a gape. He knew it was me. I thought he was pursuing Naru.

Her train of thought was interrupted when Keitaro leaned down and kissed her again. Surprised she pulled back. Keitaro tried to follow, but lost his already shaky balance.

They fell with a crash. Motoko realized that she was pinned under him. Their lips had separated during the crash. Keitaro looks her over smiling softly he runs a hand across the belly of the uniform. She gasps at the feel of his hand through the fabric of her uniform. He smiles and leans down to kiss her again. She saw her chance as his head came closer she reacted. Throwing her head forward she attempted to smash his face with her head hoping to knock him out instead he dipped slightly and they skull bashed.

Morning came to the Hinatasou. Motoko woke first and was surprised at the splitting headache she had. Looking around she realized that she wasn’t in her room. Another shock hit her when she felt something move on her chest looking down she saw somebody had shoved their head up her shirt. A blush ripped across her face when she realized that the person’s head was resting between her chest wrapped breasts. Trying to push him out revealed that he had somehow entwined his arms inside her chest wrappings on her back. The boy exhaled softly and goose bumps raced across her skin in the process of entwining his arms he had loosened them and her left breast was exposed. He exhaled again and the charge of electricity that ran through her slim body made her gasp.

Keitaro woke up and realized that his head was wrapped in something. Opening his eyes he stared at the milky whit flesh just in front of his nose. His head was ablaze in agony as he stared at the mound of flesh in front of him a voice spoke up. OH NO! I must have gotten drunk. Damn you Kitsune. Now I have my head up some girls shirt. A new voice spoke up one that he had never heard before it was dark like that of a shadow at night. This girl is probably going to knock you into orbit so you might as well get something out of it. Realizing the voice had a point. Moving his head he licked the mound.

Motoko felt him move, still unsure of how to get him off of her she felt her body exploded in ecstasy as something move against her breast. Gasping at the contact of his tongue her body refused to move. Keitaro heard her gasp and braced himself for the impact which never came. Starring forward he saw the nipple harden.

She’s being turned on by this. His mind cried in happiness. So take it to the next step. The shadow voice said. Keitaro lifted his head slightly.

Motoko couldn’t believe this some guy had just licked her breast and she couldn’t move enough to stop him. She saw her shirt move as he lifted his head. Maybe he’s getting up. Maybe he is getting. . .

All thought stopped as she felt his lips softly surround her breast. She felt him start to suckle. Her body arched slightly enjoying this new sensation.

Keitaro moved his knees to straddle her. His arms wrapped around her back and lifted her off the floor. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck. Keitaro was enjoying this. She tasted so heavenly he couldn’t get enough. Holding her by one hand he removed the remaining wrappings revealing her other breast. Quickly he swapped breasts. Her body once again exploded in ecstasy as it felt his lips start their exquisite torture of her right breast. Motoko couldn’t stand it any longer raising her hands she lifted the shirt to see who was driving her body to the point of ignoring all rational thought.

Keitaro felt the shirt lift off of his head. He tilted his head to see the brilliantly red face of Motoko staring back at him. He softly began kissing her skin between her breasts all the while never braking eye contact. She gasped and dropped her head back. He smiled and slowly made his way down to her stomach. As he moved down towards her skirt he heard her soft voice.

“Keitaro. . . please . . . stop . . . please . . . stop.”

His mind jarred to a halt he moved up and looked at her face and saw the humiliation and tears running down her checks. Softly he sat her down and moved back. Motoko curled into a ball and started to cry.

Keitaro could only stare at the once proud warrior. She used to be so proud and honorable, but he had taken her honor and pride and destroyed it.
“Motoko” He moved closer to her, and tried to touch her. She cringed away at the touch. Her crying intensified. “I’m sorry I did that to you.”

Motoko slowly stopped crying and stared at him with could fury. “You are no better than child molester forcing yourself on me you disgusting pervert.” She slowly stood and walked outside.

Keitaro stared after her. She’s right. I am nothing but a disgusting pervert. But I will make sure I never hurt anybody again.

Motoko was sitting at the tea house holding a cup of tea. Haruka was listening to her retell the story of what happened last night. Until Motoko spoke the same words that she spoke to Keitaro, Haruka paled and ran out of the tea house. Running up the steps Motoko thought that it was odd that Haruka was crying.

As the moved down the hallways to Motoko’s room Haruka turned to stare hard at Motoko. “One of the swords is missing.”

Motoko blinked and saw on the stand one of the scabbards was empty. Moving down to Keitaro’s room Haruka threw the door open just as the blade pierced Keitaro’s heart.