Blue Thunder and The Blade

Motoko Aoyama did not often enter tournaments, as the Aoymana clan was already famous for spawning legendary swordsmen, and women. However sometimes she got sick sparring against weaker people like Keitaro and longed for the rush and thrill of raw talented competition. It was with a blade in her hand that the slender brunette really came alive. She loved the roar of the crowds and the heady ring of blade on blade. All eyes watched her as she moved with the grace of a ballerina; they caught their breath at her beauty. Her body long and slender with breasts just full enough to make the angels sigh, a tiny waist, her slender hips tapered to long legs, but it was her face that captured the most attention. Ink black hair fell like a silk waterfall around a still slightly girlish face with large expressive grey eyes, slightly pouty lips, a button nose and a thin, high arched eyebrows. Men fell in love with her just from gazing at her during these competitions, however once they talked with her, they discovered that she had no interest in them. Her only interest was in becoming the best swordsman ever and proving herself to his sister.

Motoko reigned victorious again, pushed back her damp ponytail and bowed to her latest competitor as he humbly admitted his defeat to her, though it killed him do so, she was the only woman there. She adjusted her white hoari and red hakama and studied her next competitor; she hadn't met this one before. he wore a blue hoari and black hakama, she'd heard that his name was Tatewaki Kuno and he came from Nerima. He was kind of cute; even she had to admit that.

She scowled when she saw his wooden practice sword and sighingly retrieved her own. She didn't care much for practice swords; they just didn't feel the same as they sliced through the air.

"The blue thunder never misses" he said and smiled victorious at her. Kuno had no idea what he was up against. Of course he had heard of the legendary Aoyama name but thought that the person he was facing was a short male, as her hair was pulled back and she wore a protective mask.

"Neither does an Aoyama" she said and took up her stance. She smiled at his insolence and decided that he needed to be taken down a peg or two. She swung her sword in a high arc guaranteed to knock his sword from him.

"Excellent, you are a worthy adversary" Kuno said in approval as he blocked him.

"You talk far too much" she snarled as she aimed at his chest, she was actually surprised at his skill when he parried and gave his sword a twist in an attempt to disarm her.

"My skill is unparalleled in Nerima" Kuno said.

"Well, this isn't Nerima" she replied and blocked him skillfully. They fought for a long time, growing more impress by their competitor as time went on. Until something flew from Kuno's hoari and landed on the floor. Mokoto slipped on it and went down heavily on her knee. With shaking a hand she lifted it up to see it was a photo of a young redheaded girl wearing a bikini.

The referee asked what caused her to fall and she handed him the photo.

"I'm sorry Mr. Kuno but you have to forfeit this match as an unsecured objected slipped from your person and caused injured to Miss Aoyama. She's the winner" he said and distastefully handed him back his photo.

"What say did you; can this worthy opponent actually be a female?" Kuno asked and took the photo from him. "I deeply apologize that you got injured, I like to bring my love along for luck" he said with a bow. She pulled her helmet over her head and he caught his breath at her beauty. She had the face of an angel, an angry one.

"I suggest that you leave your love in the locker room the next time pal" she snarled and limped off to change. She examined her knee, it was swelling up and she wondered how she was going to get home to the hinata house. She had brought no money for a cab and didn't know anyone she could get a ride with. She carefully limped out and got ready to make the slow, painful walk home. She'd only walked a few steps when she heard someone saying "do not leave Angel of the Blade, you must date with me. Please don't let a minor accident part us." She gasped as she was hugged from behind and pulled against a powerful chest. She blushed at being so close to a male, especially one that had a bulge in the front of his hamaka.

She shoved him away. "I don't date, my virginity to sworn to my craft" she said. That was normally enough to rid herself of unwanted suitor. If that didn't help, a huge sword pointed at their male junk would do it.

"But Angel of the Blade, I don't wish to deprive you of your maidenhead" Kuno said.

"Really?" she asked skeptically.

"Not until after several dates" he retorted, not seeing the vein throbbing on her head.

"Not interested and stop calling me that" she cried, she went to take a step and almost fell down, she would have if Kuno hadn't caught her and scooped her up bridal style.

"Are you okay?" Kuno asked in a suddenly normal voice.

He set her on a bench and pushed up the leg of her hamaka. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded. She relaxed when he went no higher than her knee. "I caused this injury" he stated, staring at the swollen joint.

"It's nothing, I'll walk it off" she said and went to stand. He firmly held her in place.

"I shall get you home" he said firmly and picked her up again.

"There's no way", she protested and wiggled in his arms.

He started walking forward as if she were nothing but a spitting kitten "where do you live?" he demanded.

"Hinata House, but I'm too heavy and its ten blocks away" she protested. "You could at least let me ride on your back" she suggested.

"I should love you to press the fullness of your chest against my back and warm my lower torso with the sweet warmth from between your thighs. Or perhaps shall I throw you over my shoulder fireman style and you might present a fine view of your firm bottom to all pedestrians? Or do you prefer your present position" Kuno asked her sweetly. He thought it was cute when she blushed.

"Bridal style is just fine" she muttered back. "Let me know if I get too heavy" she said. But judging from his rock hard muscles and the fact that his arms weren't trembling, he seemed to be in good shape.

"True love always lightens the load" Kuno said and pulled her closer to him against the chill of the evening. Mokoto was nervous as she'd never been held like this before, almost of their own accord her arms snaked around his neck. She breathed in his masculine musk and felt his muscles move as he cradled her firmly, but gently.

As for Kuno, he was in heaven that so gorgeous a creature was nestled in his arms. How could he have ever thought her to be a guy? She was gorgeous female perfection all the way through and her long, dark hair smelled like honey. Yet she was just as skilled with the blade as he was, if not even more so. Was it his imagination or did she snuggle closer to him? He honestly hoped that they would never arrive at their destination so that he might carry her sweet weight for the rest of their lives.

It was just as that moment when she said "we're here, you can put me down"

"What is this place?" Kuno asked. The place was rather large and of Japanese architecture with lots of windows.

"The hinata house girl's dormitory" she explained and struggled to get down "you really don't want to come in" she advised, just imagining her crazy dormates reaction to her being found in a man's arms.

"Nonsense I injured you, the least I can do is see you to your room" he insisted and shoved open the door and instinctively ducked a flying turtle. He was still wondering if it actually had been a turtle, when they were joined by girl wearing blue top and black pants that showed off an excellent figure, she has short tawny hair and carried a bottle of sake. "Why Mokoto you rascal, did you elope? It's always the quiet ones" she said in Japanese with a ludicrous Southern Accent. Mokoto blushed and opened her mouth to protest.

"You eloped?" cried a bizarre looking girl with a dark skin, blond hair and blue eyes, who held a huge bunch of bananas.

"No wait, this isn't as it seems" Mokoto protested and wished that she could just sink into the ground. Kuno seemed stunned by the more colourful people of their dorms, though he did seem a little more interested when Naru joined them.

"Do we have to buy you a wedding present?" Kaolla Su said. "Better yet, we can have a real wedding here with lots and lots of food" she gushed.

"I really think there's been a mistake" Kuno said as he sweat dropped.

He watched as a petit girl with short, bobbed hair entered "what's going on?" she asked and goggled that Mokoto was willingly in a man's arms, even if she did look nervous.

"They eloped, you have to start cooking so we can give them a real wedding" Kaolla Su declared jumping happily in place.

"Just hold on; let's find out what really happened before we railroad them into marriage. Nice to meet you, I'm the landlord Keitaro" said a teenaged boy with brown eyes and square glasses.

"I'm Tatewaki Kuno from Nerima, Miss Aoyama's got injured in combat and I'm a fault, so I insisted on making sure she got home okay. Not wanted her to aggravate her knee, further I insisted on carrying her" Kuno said, glad to be talking to someone with some sense.

"Oh is that it? How disappointing" Kitsune said.

"I knew there had to be a logical explanation" Shinobu said.

"Could you still make the food?" Kaolla Su asked her.

"Her room is this way" Keitaro said and led Kuno to it; he didn't set her down until he reached the door and Keitaro departed.

"You have rather odd roommates, kind of reminds me of some people back home" he commented.

She shrugged "you get used to it, flying turtle and all"

"That really was a turtle?" he asked.

"Afraid so, thanks for getting me home and not flirting with me" she said.

"Hardly going to take advantage of a maiden in distress" he said with a shrug. "If I happen by here again, might I call on you?" he asked.

"I told you I don't date" she said cautiously.

"I mean that we can practice together, I feel it would benefit both of us" Kuno suggested.

She relaxed "I think I would like that" she said.

"Very well, I must depart or will miss my ride back, it was a pleasure to meet you Miss Aoyama" he said and turned to go.

"Kuno?" she hesitated.

He turned around "yes Miss Aoyama?" he said, she impulsively gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks you're a nice guy, the redhead in the picture is a lucky girl" she said.

He blushed and said "yes she is"