Love Hina
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Family Affairs
Chapter 4:
A Night to Remember
A short while after her talk with Keitaro Haruka finds herself on the roof of her café doing the one thing she said she would stop doing ever since her beloved came back into her life…namely smoking one of her cigarettes. Although she has repeatedly promised the younger man she would quit, their talk earlier as well as the near kiss they shared left her both flustered and frustrated and she needed something to help ease her built up tension. The Café Hina owner takes a long drag and breathes out a halo of smoke, watching as it rises up into the cloudy night sky. She shivers slightly as a cool breeze blows by, her small silk robe not doing much for keeping her warm.
Despite the weather, she has always enjoyed her quiet time up here on the roof, her safe little haven from everything that troubles her in the world around her. Sitting up here watching everything go by, Haruka can drop her normal stoic mask and let out the true woman underneath. It is up here where she can feel most content at times, though currently she is feeling anything but.
"This is killing me," the Urashima woman mutters aloud while rubbing her temples. "There he was, the man I've wanted for longer than I can remember with our lips no more than an inch apart from each other…and I backed off. Damn it Haruka!" she raps herself on the side of the head. "Why couldn't you have just taken that last step and claimed what could've been yours?"
As she pauses to take another drag from her little stick of heaven, she thinks back to the event that occurred just a short while ago and wonders why she acted like she did. After a few minutes and a cigarette and a half later, she is level-headed enough to think of the one obvious reason for her actions.
"I was scared," she whispers, shivering again though there isn't a breeze this time. "After everything we've been through in the last couple of days, I still don't know if he will accept me and love me as I love him." She hugs herself and closes her eyes with a sad expression marring her pretty features. "I can't lose him now. Keitaro means more to me now than he ever has before and if I let him walk away…I don't know how I can go on." The still young woman furiously wipes her eyes as she feels hot tears begin to form. "Damn it! I can't be crying again! I hate feeling this damn weak! I used to be so much stronger than this." With those last thoughts, she tosses her still lit cigarette off of her roof and goes downstairs to hopefully get some much needed sleep.
Up at the Hinata house on the third floor, Motoko is lying down on her futon in her room with Su, who is glomped onto her with a near unbreakable vice-like grip. For any normal person being trapped in such a tight glomp like Su's would make it incredibly difficult for them to get sleep, as well as quite painful…but the young Aoyama is far from normal. Years of training have honed her lithe body to withstand large amounts of stress and pain so the dark skinned gaijin's nightly actions have no affect on the her slumber whatsoever…but it isn't Su that is keeping her awake.
The raven haired beauty tosses and turns for three quarters of an hour before she finally becomes too impatient to lie down and, with a gentleness she rarely shows to others, slowly and softly extricates herself from Su's grasp. After she is free, the swordswoman leans down and places her hand on top of the hyperactive geniuses head a brief moment before walking over to her closet and changing into her traditional training outfit.
A few minutes later on the roof, Motoko is sitting down with her legs crossed and her arms folded across her lap in meditation…though her mind is in turmoil. Despite her best efforts, the young swordswoman cannot keep calm enough to do her daily meditating properly. Each time she has tried to calm down, her mind wanders back to what Haruka said to her the previous day and despite her reluctance to admit it, the older woman's words have affected her deeper than even she realized…and opened something inside of her she didn't know was closed off.
Breathing out a sigh, the young heir to the God's Cry School opens her eyes and slowly gets to her feet, her sword Shisui firmly grasped in her right hand. "Perhaps Haruka was correct," she mutters out into the quiet night. "Maybe my actions towards males have not been of the noblest. I…I suppose I did resent my oneesan and that…that man she married for settling me with a burden I did not deserve." She walks to the railing to gaze at the marvelous view below, though the frown marring her pretty features clearly suggest she isn't quite paying attention to the view.
She looks down at her hands. "All this time I believed I was bringing swift punishment to the perverts out there…was I mistaken? Were those I punished and judged not perverts? How…how many innocents have suffered by my hands? Have I brought dishonor and shame upon the Aoyama name and the Shinmei Ryu?" The young swordswoman feels hot tears sting her eyes and her sword slips from her grasp. Putting aside her pride, she falls unceremoniously to the floor while her body is wracked with silent sobs. "Damn you oneesan…why did you abandon me?"
Haruka wakes with a start as a rather bright bolt of lighting streaks across the night sky. She shudders uncomfortably and her heartbeat slowly increases as a loud clap of thunder ripping through the still silence quickly follows. The still youthful woman looks over at her digital clock, a frustrated sigh escaping her as she takes in the time. "Damn it," she mutters out loud, "I've only been down for a couple of hours, and this storm is gonna keep me up all damn night. I really hate lightning." As if the Kami have heard her, they respond with a blinding strike of lightning, which is followed by an even louder and longer roll of thunder, this one being much too close by for Haruka's comfort. She lets out an uncharacteristic squeak of fear before leaping out of her bed and rushing out of her room, going right towards her one true source of comfort.
Keitaro Urashima is by nature a very heavy sleeper, sleeping much, much deeper in fact than any normal person. While this means that when he is asleep a tornado, an earthquake and an erupting volcano could all occur around him and it wouldn't phase his sleep in the slightest, it does give the unknown advantage of supplying him with an extra surplus of extra energy for the day ahead, energy that even the most seasoned athlete and martial artist wouldn't be able to use up in a single day.
Since this extra energy must be spent in some way, over the years it has managed to fuse itself with his body's natural Ki, giving him a super-natural endurance to physical attacks and also increasing his natural curative process so he heals at an astonishing rate. If he weren't so clumsy, with enough training he could have become a formidable warrior. It is also quite unfortunate that the extra energy doesn't also affect him mentally. He would have already been accepted into Tokyo University and would be following his dreams if that were the case.
Now Keitaro could normally sleep through just about anything, but a perfect female specimen flying on top of him is one of a very few number of things that can actually awaken him. The young man lets out a loud "OOF!" as the air is knocked out of him by the figure lunging onto his stomach. Before he gets the chance to see who it is, the figure slips into his futon and pulls up close against him. A flash of lightning causes the person next to him to shudder and in the brief moment of light he instantly recognizes who has come into his room at this late hour of night, though the list of likely candidates was severely limited. "Haruka," he gently whispers while wiping the sleep from his eyes, "are…are you okay?"
"Not really," the slightly older woman replies while pulling Keitaro closer, his presence helping to calm her down, like he is always able to do.
"So you're still afraid of lightning?" he guesses. As she nods vigorously in response, he wraps his other arm around her, remembering years back during his visits to the Hinata House when she'd crawl into his bed whenever it would storm out like it currently is. They were always very close back then and he was the only one able to calm her back down enough to get her to fall back asleep. Currently though, he's enjoying the nearness a little more than he should despite repeatedly telling himself that he should keep his distance from her physically. 'I can't help it,' he mentally sighs, 'she…she's just so beautiful and I want her so badly.'
Haruka sighs in content as her beloved wraps his arms around her in a comforting embrace. 'I forgot we always used to do this,' she thinks to herself. A small smile graces her features as another memory comes back to her. 'I remember praying for thunderstorms whenever Keitaro was around so I could have an excuse to sleep with him.' She shifts her body into a more comfortable position, lying on her side with her left arm draped across her nephew's bare chest. "Thanks Keitaro, I'm already feeling better." She yawns deeply afterwards, further expressing her statement.
"Oh it's nothing Har…" the Urashima youth pauses as his brain finally catches up to the rest of his body and he finally notices that he can't feel any clothes on his aunt, only lots of bare, smooth skin. His entire body tenses up in nervousness. "Um…Haruka?" he starts with a squeaky voice. "What happened…um I mean…uh…where are your clothes?"
The café owner's eyes shoot open in surprise. "Oh! I…well I like to…sleep without anything on. I guess I forgot to put a robe on after the thunder and lightning woke me up." She smiles sheepishly at him, though she is getting a rush at the feeling of being naked and lying so close to him. "Do you think you could go into my room and get my robe for me?"
Keitaro frowns slightly, his tiredness causing him not to think properly. "Why can't you go get it?" he groans out. "It's your robe and it's in your room."
With a sly smile, Haruka shrugs her shoulders and sensually slides herself up her beloved's bare chest. She holds in a giggle as he now remembers that she's not wearing anything and tenses up even tighter than before. The Urashima woman pushes herself up to her knees, letting the cover to the futon slide down her back to fully expose her body, feeling both excited and a bit nervous at exposing herself so brazenly in front of Keitaro, who is currently trying to look anywhere else and failing horribly.
She is about to stand up when the young man scrambles out from underneath her, covering his eyes with his right hand and waves his other hand around frantically. "I-I-I…um…don't worry about your robe cause I'll get it!" he hurriedly shouts. "Y-Yeah…I'll get it for you so just…stay right there and don't move!"
As he runs out of his room and falls flat on his face twice, Haruka covers her mouth and lightly chuckles. 'Oh he is so predictable like always…' she thinks, 'but that's what makes him so adorable.' A sly smile graces her features. 'Also knowing that he is very attracted to me does help to cross another barrier between us.' She slides back down into his futon and pulls the cover over her shoulders, taking in the scent of her beloved all around her and sighing in content. 'I just hope that he can overcome his shyness and get past that final barrier so we can finally be together and I can show him all the love I have for him.' A brief flash of lightning erases her content as she shivers lightly in fear, hoping Keitaro will get his ass back in his room very soon.
Up in the Hinata House Naru stops writing on her test paper to stretch her arms out with a large yawn. She looks at the digital alarm clock on her dresser and sighs. "All-nighters are such a pain," the young woman moans out loud while slumping her shoulders. She slaps her cheeks to clear her thoughts and goes back to her testing…though her heart is not entirely in it again. 'I still can't focus,' she thinks in frustration, 'and I'm not getting anything done just sitting here. I'm too…agitated.' The Tokyo U aspirant gets to her feet and drops her cardigan sweater onto the floor. "Maybe a short walk can help loosen me up."
Naru walks around her home, enjoying the unusual peace and tranquility all around her. As she passes by her best friend's room, she pauses as she notices the lights are on and she can hear the fox eyed girl's laugh through her door. With a shrug, she gently knocks and whispers, "Kitsune…are you up?"
On the other side of the door, the eldest tenant stops mid drink at all the noise on the other side of her door. 'Now who could that be?' she blearily thinks while unsteadily getting to her feet. She slowly slides her door open and lets out a toothy smile at who's on the other side, her cheeks flushed due to the effects of the alcohol. "Well helllooo Naru!" the seemingly inebriated young woman greets her gold old buddy. "What brings you alllll the way down here at this time of night?"
Her temperamental fellow tenant lets out a soft sigh at the state of the fox eyed girl in front of her. "I was just taking a walk to clear my thoughts." She looks at the large saké bottle in her friend's hand and raises an eyebrow. "I guess I don't need to ask what you were doing."
Kitsune chuckles for a moment before hiccupping. "I was jus celebratin' hun!" she exclaims. "Got me a good winner at the tracks today!" She reaches forward and grabs Naru's arm. "Come on an celebrate with me! Partyins much more fun with more people!" With a hearty laugh she drags her best friend into her room for some 'partying'.
Keitaro runs into his aunt's room and flips on the light switch. The second the bright light filters into the room, Keitaro's mind goes blank. "Alright," he mutters under his breath while scratching the side of his face, "where does Haruka keep her robe?"
Using his better judgment, or at least what he thinks is his better judgment, the young Urashima male goes for his aunt's dresser. He slides it open and instantly flushes a deep red, seeing as how the very first drawer he opens just happens to be her lingerie drawer. Being a guy, he can't just leave well enough alone. Keitaro reaches in and pulls out the first thing his hand touches which just so happens to by a lacy black see through thong, Haruka's most skimpy article of lingerie. With a face redder than a tomato at the rather detailed mental pictures that have come rushing into his head, the young man quickly stuffs the article of 'clothing' back into the drawer and slams it shut. "Okay," he mutters while wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead and unconsciously licking his lips, "wrong drawer."
He is about to open the drawer just below the top one when something in the corner of his eye catches his attention. Keitaro turns to his right, a large sweatdrop appearing on the back of his head as he sees Haruka's robe casually tossed onto a chair in the corner of the room. He mutters, "Next time I should probably look around her room first," as he grabs the small silky robe.
The young Tokyo U aspirant turns around and starts to leave but pauses next to Haruka's dresser, his eyes lingering at the top drawer. 'I never though Haruka would wear those kinds of clothing,' he thinks to himself. 'Come to think of it, she may act all stern and responsible and stuff…but she's only seven years older than me and still pretty young.' As his hand subconsciously draws nearer to the dresser, his mind is suddenly filled once more with images of his aunt wearing a vast assortment of kinky lingerie while in very suggestive poses. "Okay, time to leave!" he mutters while shaking the very wrong images out of his head…though he is quite reluctant to do so.
Naru laughs merrily at the joke Kitsune just told her. The younger of the two hiccups slightly and almost spills the drink in her hands. Somehow her fox eyed best friend managed to get her to have a drink…then two…then three…and after that she was inebriated enough to continue drinking without her best friend practically begging her to. The young soon to be high school graduate stops chuckling for a moment and gets a slightly thoughtful expression on her face. "Ya know," she begins while slowly tilting her head towards good ole Kitsune, "iss been a while since I seen you bring up some hunky guy…I kinda mish the occasional eye candy!" She places a hand on the side of her face and giggles with a slight blush. "Why don you bring em up here no more?"
The eldest tenant gives her friend a slightly exasperated look. "Are ya kiddin me?" she asks. "Its cause of you an Motoko that I can't get anymore guys up here!"
"Waddaya mean?" Naru questions in confusion while taking down the rest of her drink in one large gulp. She lets out a sigh as the burning liquid slides down her throat.
The Konno girl is quick to refill Naru's drink. Though her friend has been continuously drinking cup after cup of sake for the last hour or so, Kitsune has not had a drop in her since a little after her company joined her and has already begun to sober slightly. Mitsune levels her oldest friend with a serious expression. "Right after Motoko came here ya suddenly up and joined her on some sort of vendetta against 'perverts'…or who ya'll two say are perverts." The young woman takes a small sip of her saké right from the bottle and shakes her head. "Personally I see nothing wrong with havin a nice healthy sexual appetite." She smiles cheekily as Naru blushes at her words. "I don't know why ya all went up and got all anti-guy on me. I mean ever since…" she pauses and opens her eyes slightly as a sudden thought, one that she overlooked quite foolishly, comes to her. "Its not…you're not like this cause…cause of Seta now are you?" Her fears are confirmed as her good friend slowly lowers her cup from her lips and her eyes begin to tear up.
When Haruka first confronted Naru on the subject not too long ago she was hurt but managed to keep some semblance of control. Now, with a combination of the alcohol in her system and the trust she holds in Mitsune, she feels her control quickly slip away. "It…sniff…iss not fair," the Tokyo U aspirant softly sobs while staring down at her drink in her hands, "I…I liked him sooo much…a-an he jus left…sniff…he left and didn…he didn even tell me goodbye." She looks up at Kitsune, hoping for some comfort.
She is not disappointed when the slightly older girl opens her arms and says, "C'mon girl, big sister's here for ya."
Naru leaps into Kitsune's awaiting embrace and begins to sob uncontrollably, finally letting loose everything she has been holding inside for the last couple of years. Since her best friend is the only witness, she has no worries about having this incident being used against her in any way, because Mitsune 'Kitsune' Konno may be a bit cunning and deceiving, but she'd never do anything to hurt her closest friend…never.
Haruka continues to lie in her nephew's futon, her patience rapidly decreasing while her discomfort begins to increase without him nearby to calm her with all the thunder and lightning outside. She is just about to get to her feet and see what the hell's taking him so long, clothing be damned, when Keitaro rushes back into his room with her robe in hand. "Found it!" he happily exclaims. The young man takes a few steps into his room when he suddenly stumbles over thin air and does a single somersault before he crashes onto his aunt.
When the younger Urashima opens his eyes he finds himself in quite the awkward position with Haruka…yet again. He is lying on top of her, one of her long slender legs between his and his hands pinning hers down to the floor. To make matters worse his face is planted right between his aunt's rather nice bare breasts. 'S-So soft…' his mind stammers at the feeling of the two mounds while his face heats up at an astonishing rate.
Below him Haruka is also slightly flushed and her breathing has become ragged. From an outsider's point of view right now it looks like Keitaro is forcefully pinning her to the floor and having his way with her. 'If only it were true,' she thinks while subconsciously licking her lips, the heat radiating off both her beloved's face and the rest of his body only helping to fuel her own needs and desires. "Keitaro…" she huskily moans, the tone and untold promises in her voice sending shivers down the young man's spine and alerting the presence of his best friend. The Urashima woman feels it press against her leg and her eyes haze over…as do Keitaro's. Feeling a little bold, she moves her leg a bit and smirks as the man above her gasps in shock and quickly bites his lip to stifle his moan. Freeing her right hand from her beloved's grip, Haruka reaches over and gently cups Keitaro's cheek and pulls him up from in between her breasts, a small patch of saliva residing where his mouth once was. Outside lightning strikes again but the café owner is too distracted to be affected.
The young man gazes into his aunt's eyes, seeing in them anticipation, hopefulness and an unbridled lust that matches his own. He gulps loudly as he notices once again how beautiful his aunt is. 'Up this close,' he calmly thinks despite the situation he is currently in, 'she is breathtaking. Her skin is…is…perfect.' He begins to sweat as he imagines several naughty fantasies all involving the lovely specimen below him. 'I-I should really get off of her,' his mind says in alarm, 'this is sooooooo wrong on so many levels!' Keitaro's rationality finally wins out and he lets go of the slightly older woman's other wrist and begins to push himself up. 'As much as I want to, she's my aunt,' he firmly tells himself. 'Haruka's just too shocked to push me back and if I did try something…she would probably hate me for being such a…a sick and twisted pervert.'
Below him Haruka feels total despair as her beloved slowly extricates his body from hers, his warmth on her nude body quickly being replaced with an icy coldness. She looks into his eyes and feels her heart tear in two as she sees them start to become distant. The Urashima woman knows that if she doesn't make a move now…she could possibly lose him and her one chance at pure happiness forever. Acting quickly she moves her free hand to the back of Keitaro's head and firmly holds him in place. "Don't," she softly says. "Please…just don't…don't leave me."
"H-Haruka," he hesitantly replies, looking anywhere but at his aunt. He knows that one look at her…one brief gaze into those dark, lovely eyes of hers and his entire resolve will crumble. "I…I don't know…w-we shouldn't do this." He closes his eyes as the beautiful slightly older woman below him cups his cheek and moves his face over so they are both facing each other again. "It…this isn't right."
The older Urashima frees her other hand and reaches up and rubs her thumb against Keitaro's oh so inviting lips. "Do you really feel that way," she asks him in an unusually steady voice as she removes her thumb and leans in for a soft, chaste kiss and keeps close so he can feel her hot breath on his face, "or are you lying to yourself and using that as an excuse?" At the small kiss, her heartbeat increases and she feels her desire for the young man leap to exponential levels. If her turns down her advances now…she might very well lose her mind.
Keitaro can't help but agree with her questioning, his better judgment taking a backseat for his wants and desires for thew lovely female below him. Tokyo U aspirant makes the one decision that he knows will result in this encounter going much farther than he originally wanted…he opens his eyes and gazes deep into his aunt's eyes. In this nearness he can see through her lust and anticipation and sees nothing but true, absolute love…love directed at him and only him. 'She…she wants this,' he thinks in wonder, 'she really wants this. Well…I want it too.' True to his own thoughts just moments ago, his resolution falls apart and he leans down and captures Haruka's lips in his own.
Kitsune is sitting up with Naru's head resting in her lap. A combination of physical exhaustion, the saké she quickly downed and venting out all her pain and sorrow onto her best friend took its toll on the younger of the two and she passed out into a blissful, happy slumber with undisturbed dreams.
The fox-eyed woman softly runs her fingers through the younger girls long auburn hair with a gentle smile. "You poor thing," she whispers. "I had no idea you were holding all of that in you." She sighs softly and turns her head to look out of her window and the peaceful night sky. She lets out a light chuckle after a few moments of silence. "I gotta admit, Seta is an easy man to fall for…and an even harder man to forget." She looks down at her slumbering friend and leans down to give her a peck on her forehead. "We've been through a lot of shit together girl and you've always stayed at my side…just like I've stayed by yours." Kitsune carefully lifts her friend's head and slowly moves herself out of the way, minding to place a pillow where her lap once resided so Naru won't have to rest her head on the floor. After making sure she is comfortable, the eldest tenant gets to her feet and stretches with a loud groan. "Cripes," she chuckles, "I really need a drink."
Haruka's heart nearly busts in elation when her beloved finally kisses her, and when he knows it isn't a dream too. She wraps around Keitaro and puts everything she has into the kiss…all her want…all her need…all her desire…all her love. The young man is momentarily overwhelmed at the sensation and the café owner uses it to her advantage. Acting quickly and moving with a grace and speed gained by years of training in her family's style of martial arts, she grabs her beloved's shoulders and quickly flips their positions so now it is she who is straddling Keitaro…their lips having never left each other's the entire time.
The elder Urashima rakes her hands up and down the younger man's bare chest, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them. Keitaro is a bit scrawny with very little muscle mass on his body, but it's not the feel of his body that Haruka is moaning over, it's the idea of giving pleasure to the most important person in her whole world that is turning her on. The Tokyu U aspirant has always had a kind and forgiving heart, giving it out to anyone who would have it. True, Keitaro can be a bit too trusting and very non-judgmental to others, but it is that very naiveté that has given him a relatively good output on life despite the many curveballs that have been thrown his way recently. Haruka knows that he has never known any form of intimate touch from a woman, many not wanting to be with someone who is so kind and generous that can at times be appear to be a human doormat. 'I will make this night the best he has ever had,' she thinks while caressing his chest, 'and I hope there will be many others like this in the future.'
Keitaro's mind is currently in overload at the sensations he is feeling. He has never kissed a woman in his short life, let alone have a heavy make out session with one and what his body is experiencing is greater than anything he could ever have imagined. His eyes widen as the lovely woman on top of him licks his lips, a gesture he remembers reading about in various magazines that means she wants to initiate a more intimate kiss. Not wanting to do something stupid and spoil this great moment, Keitaro complies and opens his mouth, feeling his aunt's tongue quickly dart into his mouth and rub against his own tongue, finding her taste unique and quite intoxicating. Electricity courses through his entire body at the feeling of such a beautiful woman intimately kissing him.
'Oh Kami this feels great!' he thinks in ecstasy. His hands, which have remained idle at his sides, now yearn to touch the wondrous specimen atop of him. He reaches up and places them on Haruka's waist, getting a pleased 'hmm' in response. Feeling emboldened, the younger Urashima rubs up and down her sides between her nice hips and her ribs, loving the feel of her soft, smooth skin on his fingers.
As his enjoyment of the moment continues to increase, his mind wanders back a couple days ago to the wonderful 'dream' he had with the beautiful, mysterious woman kissing him. 'This feels just as good…no wait! This feels even better than that dream…but something doesn't seem right.' He frowns lightly as Haruka continues to ravage his mouth and rub his chest oh so amazingly well. 'After that dream…I remember waking up with a taste of cigarettes in my mouth…but I was so excited I kinda forgot about it.' His frown deepens. 'Haruka tastes exactly the same…which means…'
The slightly older Urashima lets out a grunt of disapproval as her beloved suddenly grabs her shoulders and pushes her up, effectively halting their heated make-out session. "What are you doing Keitaro?" she said in an almost whiny voice, one that the café owner mentally curses herself for letting out. She leans in to initiate another kiss but the Tokyo U aspirant manages to hold her at bay. "What's wrong?"
"I-I just remembered something," he slowly begins. "A couple of days ago…remember when I told you about that dream I had? The one about me waking up with a woman kissing me?" Haruka nods slightly, a small grin spreading across her face as she realizes he finally found out the truth. "It-it was you." He calmly states in wonder. "I…I can't believe it. I was dreaming about you and I didn't even know it."
The café owner and housemother of the Hinata House does another uncharacteristic move for her, and she has already done several this very night, and face faults onto the ground next to her ever so naïve beloved. After a moment she gets back up and looks down at the confused Keitaro with a light frown. "You're kidding right?" In response the young man tilts his head to the side in a look that Haruka finds irresistible. She leans down to capture his lips in a quick, yet tempting kiss. She backs off and caresses his cheek with the back of her hand. "You weren't dreaming…it was me." She chuckles as he gapes at her in surprise. "I-I've got a confession to make Kei," Haruka pauses to close her eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing, "for as long as I can remember…I…I've been in love with you."
Shock.
For several moments that is all Keitaro can feel. His mouth opens and closes his mouth in an effort to speak yet he can find no words to say at this startling revelation. "Love me?" he finally squeaks out in confusion. "As in…love me love me? How…why…when?" He looks up into her soft eyes, begging her for some sort of an answer.
Haruka sighs before lying down with her face against the crook of her beloved's neck, his warmth and comforting scent calming her down enough to let her heart's desire be known. "I don't know exactly when it started for sure…but I know that what I feel for you is real. Kei, I've always known that you were special. Every time I was near you when we were younger I felt…I felt wonderful and…complete."
"Ha-Haruka," the Tokyo U aspirant shakily begins, turning his head slightly to look at her, "if you've always felt this way why…why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Well," she hesitates, "at first I didn't know what I was feeling…I just knew I cared about you a lot. It took sometime for me to figure out how strongly I felt and when I did…I was afraid." She pauses for a moment to pull herself closer into Keitaro's warmth. "We're aunt and nephew Kei. I know I shouldn't be feeling what I am…but I just can't help it. I also know the kinds of things people would say and think about me if I were to let me feelings be known. You probably think I'm a strong and confidant woman and nothing fazes me but there's some shit that even I can't take and being scorned by other people like that is one of them."
"I-I never though about that," the younger Urashima mutters as negative thoughts begin to fill his head. Keitaro's always been the kind of person that doesn't really stand out in a crowd. He's never minded that and in fact embraced his conformity in society. The idea that he too could become an outcast and ostracized by a single decision terrifies him. Despite his newfound fears…his grip on Haruka never falters in the slightest.
The café owner gently caresses her beloved's face with her right hand and closes her eyes. "Another reason why I didn't tell you was…well the only thing that scared me more than what others would think about me…was if you'd accept me or reject me." She moves from her comfortable spot next to Keitaro and pushes herself up so she is hovering about the young man, her hands planted on each side of his head and her face just inches from his. The younger Urashima suddenly finds his breath caught in his throat at the tender, loving gaze is aunt is giving him. "I love you Keitaro Urashima," she begins in a strong, yet slightly husky voice, "and I have loved you for a long time. The only thing I've ever wanted is for you to return the love I have for you." She leans down and captures his lips with hers in a heated kiss that lasts several moments and leaves the young man gasping for air. "So how about it?" she says in a playful tone. "I know you reacted so far tonight like any red blooded male would…but are you willing to take this further? Do you wanna give this old gal a shot?"
Keitaro is momentarily surprised at her joke and scratches the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. "You know you're not old Haruka, not at all." He pauses and chews on his bottom lip for a moment whilst having a fierce internal debate against his rational mind and ever caring and loving heart. While he knew what was going on between them was morally wrong and he did now fear what kind of repercussions he could face…he also knew that the woman above him spoke from her heart and has been there for him on many occasions and loves him, pure and true love. It comes to no surprise at what his decision is. "H-Haruka," he finally stammers out, after debating for what felt like an eternity for the slightly older woman, "I know I'm not the smartest guy around…and I know that I don't feel for you the same way you feel for me," the Tokyo U aspirant watches as pain flashes through the lovely female's eyes before adding, "but I'd like to…I want to give …us a try."
Before he can even let out a single smirk Haruka is all over him smothering his face with kisses while she feels hot tears sting her eyes…her entire body filled once again with pure elation. "Thank…you…Keitaro…I…promise…you…won't…regret…this!" she says in between kisses.
The woman's beloved grasps her shoulders and pushes her off him. "Whoa! Calm down! We've got…we've got a lot of time to work this out."
The café owner places her hands over his, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh I don't think so Kei," she starts in a deep, husky tone, "I've waited a long time for this and I'll be damned if I have to keep being so friggin' patient." She slides down to her soon to be man's feet, pushes herself up to her knees, giving Keitaro another wonderful view by the way, grabs the waistband of his pajama bottoms and boxers and pulls them all the way down to his feet. As he squeaks out in shock she slides them off his feet and tosses them aside, now allowing herself to enjoy the view.
The young man's face reddens several shades. "H-H-H-Haruka!" he sputters.
The aforementioned Urashima hops back up so she is straddling Keitaro. "I just told you Kei that I'm tired of all this waiting shit. I want you…and judging by what's poking me right now you sure as hell want me too." She smirks deviously as her beloved's flush deepens even more. Haruka leans forward until her face is dangerously close to his. "Tonight…you're mine!"
To be concluded…
Author's notes: Hello all of you loyal fans! Though that this fic was dead? That I turned my back on it? Shame on you. You should know that I never abandon my works though a few of them are on hold for the time being until I can get a good grasp on what direction I want the fics to go. I've had a good portion of this chapter done for a while…I just had a hard time figuring out what all I wanted the characters to say…well what I wanted Keitaro and Haruka to say. I still might make some changes if I feel something isn't quite right…I'm too much of a perfectionist for my own good.
I'm sure some of you have noticed that instead of my usual 'To be continued…' line I've used 'To be concluded…' and I'm glad you have. I've been mapping out the next chapter that will be the final, concluding chapter for this strange, yet even more strangely loved fic of mine. I know some of you will be a little disappointed that I'm ending it…but look at it this way. Now I have one less fic to worry about so I can focus a little bit more on my other works. Hold tight and I will go back to my stories. I might have the concluding chapter for this fic up sooner than expected since I have what I want to place in it worked out. Until then! – lighthawkdemon
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