I DONT WRITE MY AUTHOR NOTES AT THE END. I PUT THEM ON AS I WRITE.

(A/N: The morning after I posted chapter 3, my story stats said that I had 2 hits for chapter 3 on the 14th when I actually posted this at 3AM on the 15th...? Anyway, why did Keitaro slap Kanako? Because anger brings out the worst in people and there's nothing worse than seeing your friends being beaten and tortured by your little sister. Thx for all the reviews guys! Also, I know what her punishment and stuff being all harsh and chaining her up and stuff, but she will redeem herself. Oh, and back in vianmeor's story, Motoko still had Shisui so I'll be using that as Motoko's sword. Knowing that, this story is somewhere before one of the last episodes in the anime.)

(A/N: A bunch of you are all "Kanako's punishment was too severe blah blah blah"... Well, let me tell you something! I never made this story to bash on characters. I will most likely be bashing on every character at one point in the story, then I'll build them back up. I create every chapter with two questions in mind, "What would cause more drama for the reader's interest?" and "Can I create a full chapter out of this scenario?". Kanako beating on Motoko last chapter was not planned but something that I thought up on the spot to create the full chapter. If you wish to give me any suggestions you may have about a certain scenario that you thought up and would be good in this story, send me a PM or post it as a review.)

To Chad001,

Thank you for your review/critique as you are one of the few that commented on aspects of the story that you enjoy and did not enjoy, as well as giving insight on my writing style. First, I know that I'm not very good at writing which shows itself in my work. I would even say that writing is probably my weakest skill. Next, I wanted to change Goushujin-sama into Master, but then it just sounded slightly off to me because I hear myself say it in a Japanese tone of voice and I'm like "Ehhh...". I can tell you that I was also cringing at writing the 'cliche' part because, as I said above in my note, that part was not planned and popped into my mind when I reached that scene. I really did not want to write it because Motoko is my favorite character and should not have to endure that kind of abuse. As I have probably said before, I don't know where this story is going and, at the moment, I'm just writing whatever ideas come into my head. The only thing I have definately planned are some of the other girls' reactions and the sort. Will I screw myself over? Most likely. What will I do when that time comes? I will probably make a branch off. Something like... chapter 6a/6b, chapter 7a/7b to play out different scenarios. Oh, and for anyone reading this, I don't have any more of those cringing moments planned (as of yet).

(A/N: Damn... Day 1 of this chapter was a b*tch to write .)

(A/N: Remember, I write this notes as they come to mind. I offer no excuses as to... aight I'll give you a few. Day 1 was difficult to write as I couldn't think of much stuff to cram in it. Day 2 is where I had everything planned already. After not being able to finish day 1, I just lost the urge to write this story, but after I received about 5-15 more Story Alerts by people and a few more reviews, I decided to finish it. And also, I never liked my writing as English has always been one of my weaker subjects in school.) I forced myself to finish this chapter today because it was snowing at college and I couldn't really go out =/

Keitaro awakened when a light snore came out of Motoko's throat, readjusting her positioning so that her arm was snuggled onto his shoulder. Keitaro glanced about and, noticing the all too illuminated room, guessed that it was late in the morning. Not wanting to wake the raven haired beauty, he slowly nudged a pillow in place of his arm so she would not notice the loss of something to hold on to. Standing, he grabbed his pajamas, only throwing on his pants and boxers.

Looking down, he smiled at the sight of what could be considered an angel, or, to some, a close second to goddess. Motoko was curled up like a child would when sleeping with its mother. Her long, raven colored hair hung over her body, giving bangs to her entire face. A blanket covered her from the shoulders down, mouth slightly agape, with a thumb at entrance to her mouth. It was something to behold.

Exiting the room and quietly closing the door, Keitaro stretched his arms and shoulders, a loud snap erupted from his bones. His nightshirt was in one hand, rolled up into a ball, as he walked through the hallways to his own room to collect himself a new shirt. Seeing as how he was staying in the apartments for the day, he might as well enjoy his time and take a shower.

Opening the door to his room, he was given the gruesome sight of a lifeless sister. Kanako sat where she had been before, still bound, kneeling. Her skin was a clammy pale and a trail of tears were stained on her cheeks. Her hair flew in various directions, as if she had just woken from a bad dream, twisting and turning in bed. Her eyes were closed, but opened when a sound was produced from Keitaro's throat, "K-Kanako...!", revealing blood shot, red eyes.

She sat there without moving, watching the Hinata Apartments manager. The look she gave was one of regret, pain, and remorse. Keitaro was sure that had she not dried up all of her tears, she would still be bailing gallons of water from her eyes.

Keitaro's eyes widened, his stomach turned, and his arm raised towards her. He had done this. He had knowingly punished her out of anger, and now, he felt like vomiting at the result. A sharp pain dug itself into his chest, knowing that he caused this, even when it was supposed to be a punishment. His anger made him lose himself and it made him to something so unreasonable that he never considered the consequences; someone close to him, broken.

Keitaro quickly rushed over and removed all of the bindings. The straps are what kept her sitting at that angle, once the support was removed, everything else would crumble. The same process occured, Kanako falling forward into Keitaro's arms. Weakly turning to face him, her eyes barely open to a slit, she smiled.

"O...nii...sa...ma..."

Keitaro had never hated himself more in his life. Someone close to him, a dear person, his sister nonetheless, was on the brink of passing out in his arms and he had forced this on her. Then, she smiled up at him as if she was happy. Tears welled up inside of him as he looked down at her in this state. Her smile only made it worse; she was happy that he was here, the one who caused her to suffer.

Keitaro sobbed, tear drops landing on her chest, giving a itchy feeling."Kanako... I... I... I'm sorry! Forgive me... Kanako! I never meant for this to happen. I was angry and-"

A soft hand touched his cheek, interrupting his heartbreaking apology, "Don't cry, Onii-sama."

"But-"

Kanako put a finger on his lips, silencing him, "I told you once before, you are my Goshujin-sama."

Keitaro could not believe the words he was hearing. Even after everything that happened to her, Kanako still wanted to please him. She surprised him again by pulling herself up with his shoulder as leverage and gave a deep, emotional kiss.

It was not a kiss that lasted long because of her current strength, but it was long enough where she could convey her feelings toward him. She displayed the devotion to serve, undyingly loyalty to her Goshujin-sama, her love to a man, and the knowledge that she would die for him if need be.

"That'll be your debt paid." She whispered.

Falling back into her Onii-san's arms, Kanako instantly fell into a deep, and much needed, sleep.

Keitaro brushed several of her bangs to the side, looking down at her face. He was speechess, but he swore that she would never have to go through that kind of pain again. She seemed to have learned her place in his, and -'s, life. If that were true, he could live until the end of his days, happy.

Out in the hallway, Motoko stood in the shadows, watching the spectacle. She couldn't help but be touched at the moment. No matter how much she hated Kanako for forcing her to do those things, she knew that the girl's punishments were far more severe than any of hers. She would not know what to do if Keitaro had struck her and then left her, leaving her to grieve. If it was for Keitaro, she would learn to deal with her Ojou-sama.

Keitaro had picked Kanako up in his arms and carried her to a spare room in the apartments. Lowering her to the bed and watching her sleep brought a feeling of uneasiness; fear that she would not reawaken, even though the rise and fall of her chest said otherwise.

Keitaro unzipped the tight bondage outfit, allowing air to more access to the body. It could not have been comftorable to spend hours into a uniform that clung itself to the skin. It would also probably be easier to breath as well.

At this moment, Kanako seemed so frail and weak, not the strong willed girl who enjoyed the thrill of power. He hoped that she would be better off after a long rest. At the very least, blood seemed to be returning to the areas deprived.

He had checked while on the way to the guest room; there were no physical scars that he could see, but that did not indicate she did not have any mental or psychological scarrings. From her previous reaction though, it did seem that she had a different mindset.

Keitaro took a seat and waited at her side, for her waking. Several minutes passed as Keitaro thought up more bazaar possibilities of what could happen. With each passing thought, the chances of Kanako never recovering continued to rise.

Interrupting his thoughts, a voice, in the tone of a whisper called out to him, "Keitaro-sama."

Looking behind him, the door slid open and the lithe figure of Motoko stepped into the room with only a thin blanket to protect her modesty, not that it was really needed after the night before. She wore an expression of concern and he could only guess that she had watched the spectacle. Whether or not it was over the pain that Kanako felt or her Goshujin-sama's health could not be determined, but the sight of her made him sick, the fact that, now, he had so many people that depended on him and he had done 'this' to Kanako.

"Motoko, could you leave me alone for a while?" Keitaro spoke in a voice so soft that it sent shivers down the girl's spine.

Instead of heeding his word, she walked up behind him and wrapped both arms around his body, pulling his back into her chest.

"If you require a confidant, I will fulfull that role, Keitaro-sama." Motoko whispered into his ear, hugging their bodies tighter together and pressing her breasts against his back. "It would do well for your body if you eat something."

Sighing, Keitaro could see the logic in her words. If he got sick, it would only serve to burden those around him. He was thankful, though, that Motoko would stick by him no matter what and could be someone to confide her feelings in. He only hoped that he would be able to shoulder most of the issues by himself and not trouble her.

"Alright..." Keitaro said, distantly, taking one last glance at the sleeping girl before standing. "So, what's for breakfast?"

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Keitaro was sliding into a pair of jeans while taking off his glasses. Picking out a shirt from his closest, he slipped the long sleeved article over his head. About to grab a jacket off a hanger, Keitaro remembered that the one he wore yesterday was most likely still draped on a chair in the kitchen. He put his glasses on before retreiving his other essentials; wallet, cell phone and keys.

Keitaro had initially refused to go out, stating that someone should watch over Kanako in the case that she needed something, but Motoko convinced him that Kanako would be even worse off if she knew that her Onii-san was sick. Motoko had given a persuading argument, saying he should at least eat, how his body would feel less strained with fresh air, there was nothing to worry about if rest was the only thing that was lacking, and the need to stock up on supplies for the holiday season.

At the bottom of the steps, Motoko stood, not in her traditional training gear, but in a light pink corset top paired with a long, purple dress that went down to her ankles. Thin straps went over her her shoulders, holding the outfit in place. The top defining her womanly curves, as well as, revealing a good deal of the raven haired girl's ample breasts and slim, muscular waist and body. The bearer turning a well proportioned shade fuchsia under the stare of her Goshujin-sama's wide-eyed inspection.

"M-Motoko... y-you look amazing!"

With that comment, she turned to an impressive scarlet coloring. Her arms were kept closer to her body as if for protection.

"T-Thank you, Keitaro-sama!" Motoko managed to squeak out.

Walking down the steps, Keitaro could not help but stare. Motoko truly was beauty personified. He noticed her fidgeting slightly under his gaze to which he chuckled.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Keitaro pulled her towards him, "Do you need a jacket before we go? I need to grab mind from the kitchen."

Suddenly remembering that it was indeed Winter and snowing, and that clothing for the purpose of aesthetics would not keep were warmth intact, she ran off, calling behind her, "Yes, Keitaro-sama, please wait here for a moment."

Returning less than a minute later, Keitaro was amazed at the sudden burst of speed that Motoko dashed off to her room and back at. There was not a bead of sweat on her as she ran back with a thin, light, but wind resistant jacket.

"I will be warm enough in this."

Nodding his approval, Keitaro retreived his own orange jacket, before the two headed towards the exit, side by side, with Motoko latched onto her Goshujin-sama's arm.

Outside, the unforgiveness of the season showed. The snowfall had stopped, only to pile up several inches on the ground. Everything that had been visible the day before had vanished, veiled in a sharkling white. The icey wind bit into any skin that was revealed, creating a stinging sensation. It was cold enough that the moisture from their eyes practically froze on contact.

Keitaro squinted, trying to block out the air from cutting into his eyes. Motoko, still attached to his arm, pulled tighter, trying to transfer the warmth. Walking as one, the two walked forward, leaving footprints behind in their wake. It helped that they were walking through an area that they both knew well, able to use visual cues to continue on the proper path.

It had taken the two over ten minutes to make their way down the Hinata Apartment's unshoveled steps. Climbing down each step, careful not to fall, less Keitaro or Motoko drag the other all the way down, proved to be easy, however, incredibly time consuming. The only sounds that could be heard was the light crunch sound their shoes made when they hit the snow, the heavy puffing for air after each step, and the howling of a frigid gust.

Luckily, the trek down to the train station had gone far smoother and without injury. Both were able to stay relatively warm through the use of body heat, or rather, Motoko having her entire body in a bear hug to stay warm by request.

As train station was still running, but virtually empty; cleared due to the recent snowfall and in preparation for the oncoming holiday. The few that remained seemed to be more janitors or stragglers that traveled long distances for work.

"Wow, I've never seen the station this empty before."

Unlinking his arms from his body, Keitaro could feel the blood rush to each area in his body. His numb toes and finger tips burned with a tingling sensation and his ears grew hotter and redder so that he could practically feel the radiation. Keitaro, allowing the rest of his body to catch up in the process, began rubbing the still frozen parts of his parts of his body, letting it thaw. His nose, cheeks, and eye lids were all within that category. Small bits of sweat began forming due to the sudden rise in temperature, giving off an uncomfortable feeling on his back.

"I have not either, but I believe that it is to be expected due to the pending holiday."

Motoko was fairing much better due to the consistent body heat that was being supplied the entire walk. Unzipping her jacket, she granted her body air so as to not fluctuate in temperature. The loss of her front, also revealed the small amount of clothing that Motoko had chosen to wear. Her legs were slightly chilled from the light covering, but through her previous meditation lessons, was able to put it out of her mind.

Purchasing two tickets, the train arrived shortly after, screeching to a halt. The number of people that boarded was scarce enough for them to have the cart to themselves. Interestingly enough, instead of spreading out and relaxing with the excess space, Motoko continued to cling to Keitaro's side. It was not as if he did not enjoy the company of a beautiful girl, but she had been a tad bit bolder than usual since this morning. Attributing the new found affection to the enjoyable event last night, he supposed it could not be helped. After all, no matter how much Motoko would try to deny her gender, she still went through the rollercoaster of emotions in teenage females. Perhaps, now was the time that she would show her femininity after confessing her love for him.

Motoko enjoyed the train would not take pleasure in a quiet ride with their lover? They sat side by side with her head resting against her Goshujin-sama's shoulder with his strong arm around her back. A decent sized smile hanging on her lips. The air that surrounded was not strained in not knowing what to say, but peaceful where they could both enjoy themselves. Eventually, she felt Keitaro's hand raise itself and began stroking her silky black hair, to which she smile grew even larger. Burying her face into her lover's chest, she inhaled his scent and allowed the rhythm of his heart beat and light, gentle brushes of her hair pull her to sleep.

Motoko woke to the trains slightly rough stop, dragging her along the seats as it slowed to a halt. Gentle nudges prodded her shoulder, calling her up and announcing their arrival to their station. Rubbing her eyes, Motoko stood, stretching the slight soreness from sleeping in an odd position. From behind, Keitaro draped her coat over her body and led her out the sliding doors of the train, one hand lightly pressing against her back.

The supermarket that they headed to was close to the exiting terminal, conveniently close in location to allow easy access to pedestrians. The walk, though grueling through the high and icy winds, was a slightly easier commute since the sidewalks were already shoveled and salted by the city's workers.

This particular convenience store, part of a franchise, was most likely the largest convenience store within several railroad stops. It spread at least one and a half football fields in either direction. Inside, the heat was turned on high enough to enable sweat formation with only a pair of jeans and long sleeve shirt. With the heavy layers on, it could be considered a sauna by many people.

Walking through the automatic doors, Keitaro removed his jacket, as did Motoko with hers, "Whoa, it's hot in here." Keitaro rubbed the back of his head, feeling for any perspiration that may have formed.

Beside him, Motoko let out a deep sigh as the heat around her tickled her limbs, numbing and warming up each part of her body. All feeling in her body vanished as she closed her eyes and held her hands to her face, feeling the temperature difference.

"Yes, but it is better than freezing outside."

"I agree," Keitaro said with a smile.

Grabbing a shopping cart near the entrance, the two began dragging it around the store, picking out any essentials and sundries that may be needed. Passing through the aisles, Keitaro voiced his opinions on what was needed, while Motoko meerly nodded, agreeing, and commenting on what to buy, rarely speaking up for any of her own wants and needs. In the end, their shopping cart had been filled to near capacity with the amount of things that were assumed to be needed.

After all was said and done, Motoko spoke up, "Keitaro-sama, should we not buy holiday decorations? Usually, a tree would be standing in the common room by this time of month."

Keitaro perked up at the suggestion, "That's right! I guess I kind of forgot Motoko. Last Christmas, everyone put it up together so I guess the feeling of family and friends wasn't really there with everyone on that school trip and the others' being called back home for something."

"I think we have a Christmas Tree in the basement. We could just pick up some ornaments to hang."

The trip back to the Hinata Apartments was uneventful, save for Motoko's fondness of being closer to Keitaro. The only advantage to carrying so many bags of supplies was that it allowed him to not be smothered by the girl. Smothered was a bit of an exaggeration as she still respected personal space and it was not as if he did not enjoy the attention, but with all of their past experiences, it still gave a slight difficulty in getting used to. Another reason to be thankful was the stares he was receiving from people as an extremely ordinary man had attracted the attention of an extraordinarily attractive girl like Motoko. And he was sure that, had they been connected, the stares would have been able to kill.

Setting down the bags on the counter, Motoko announced that she would organize everything and begin preparing for the first meal of the day, refusing any help that Keitaro had offered.

"Keitaro-sama, no matter what may happen, you are still my Goshujin-sama in every sense. It would do me well to practice my culinary skills for the future, so please leave this to me." Motoko followed with a light bow as she waited for Keitaro's response; perhaps a sigh of resignation, an agreement with her, something to indicate that she could perform her task.

Instead, Keitaro remained quiet, except for a scratch on the back of his head. He had not missed what she referred to him as, but no matter how much he wanted life to return to normal, she still had a duty to him, whether he liked it or not. Cast out of her family, she would serve him to repay an endless debt that went on for as long as he wished. And now, emotions had reached new levels between them.

Keitaro watched Motoko's legs run up the steps and disappear around the corner to her room. She wanted to change into an outfit that was more suited to for the task.

Deciding that a visit to Kanako would help kill the time until breakfast, he went up the stairs. Passing by Motoko's room, he paused for a second to stare at the shadow of a figure through the paper door, continuing and making another turn. Coming to the guest room, Keitaro poked his head inside to find Kanako's head angled towards the door, watching him from beneath the covers.

"Onii-san."

"Hi Kanako, I guess I wasn't very quiet if I woke you, huh? How are you feeling now?" He noticed her reversion back to calling him 'onii-san', but he did not really care. In actuality, he could care less what she called him, but he did not know of a punishment at the time so this was the next best thing.

Her voice still sounded a bit tired, but definately stronger toned than before, "I was already awake from before and I have a little bit of a headache, but I'm glad you came to check up on me, Onii-san."

Smiling, he ran a hand through her hair, brushing any strands to the side, "I'll always be looking out for you, Kanako. You're my sister after all."

Her eyes closed, letting the hand gently massage her headache, "Onii-san, did you eat yet?"

His hand stopped briefly as he took in the question, "Not yet. I just went to the store and got a ton of stuff. I'll bring up some breakfast for you when it's done, okay?"

"No, you should eat first, Onii-san. I was planning on going back to sleep, so don't worry about me." Kanako pulled the sheets over her head and hid under, pulling the edges in as to not leave and open hole.

Keitaro still looked skeptic at her words, despite her reassuring tone, hesitating before patting the cover lightly and standing up. With one last glance, he gently said, "Call me if you need anything, 'kay?" Kanako let out a low rumble as Keitaro slid the door shut.

Keitaro sighed, not sure what to make of Kanako's new persona. Sure Kanako had always been overly nice to him as a child, later on, grasping more of her controlling nature as she grew, but the girl he had spoken to just now showed no signs of the previous dominatrix temperament. He could only come to the conclusion of her being 'disciplined' by his punishment. Motoko had gone through some apparent changes, as well, after her session with Kanako, and later on, him. The only problem was that she had nothing to change for. With Motoko, it started with becoming her savior, no longer finding the need to protect her modest, and later, her lover, when they shared an intimate night together. Kanako had little reason to change when she had already become intimate with him. The only thing that he wanted to teach was that her methods for discipline were wrong. Heck, what she was doing could not even be considered discipline anymore. It was plain humiliation for the sake of entertainment, spawned out of jealously. He understood the need for rules and regulation, but scarring ran deep and he would not tolerate trivial attacks against anyone close to him.

His forehead started to throb after all that. He was thinking farther into this than it needed to be. For now, it could wait until after eating. His stomach growled in its emptiness as Keitaro contemplated the mood shift in his sister. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he went back downstairs to check on the status of meal time. It would at least give him something else to think about.

Downstairs, Motoko had everything sorted and cooking in their respective pots. She did not know many dishes, seeing as how she devoted her life to swordsmanship previously, thus cooking only the simplest of foods; rice in the rice cooker, steamed vegetables with seasoning, scrambled eggs, and tea in the kettle. There was no aesthetic appeal in any of her dishes, but the most important aspect was that it was decently edible and filling.

Footsteps sound as the floor boards on the stairs creek, revealing her Goshujin-sama when he walks into the kitchen.

Sniffing the air, "Motoko, what're you making? It smells nice."

Turning to him, she angles her back slight toward him, bowing, "Keitaro-sama, I am making rice and vegetables and eggs. The tea is being made as well."

Smiling, "Sounds good, Motoko. I hope it's as good as the noodles from last night."

Motoko's cheeks flushed as she recalled being fed last night. "I hope it meets your approval, Keitaro-sama."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Motoko."

Though past noon, breakfast foods were served and in a slightly larger quantity to make up for the time passed. It was a calm and serene scene as both munched away contently at their food. It was not the best he had ever tasted, but it could have been worse.

Keitaro grimaced as memories of past parties awoke in his mind. All of the food had usually ended up in smoke, burnt to a crisp, and had to be thrown out. Then, Shinobu, the resident chef would save the day and throw random ingredients together, creating the most masterful combination of flavor and mouth watering dishes. The timid girl would just blush and deny that she was anything special when compliments about her cooking were voiced. She really did have a gift.

Nearly finishing their meal, Keitaro made himself comfortable by crossing his legs, and sipped from a steaming hot cup of tea. His bowl of rice still carried the remains of uneaten vegetables and rice that could almost be considered porridge with the amount of water each grain held.

Motoko set her empty bowl down and set her chopsticks on the edge, parallel to the table. Staring down into the brownish liquid in her own tea cup, she scowered through her mind for something to say, something to converse with Keitaro about. She had been by his side for practically the entire morning and there was barely anything to talk about.

So, she said the only thing that she could thing of, "Keitaro-sama... how was Kanako-sama feeling?

Keitaro glanced upward, unexpecting such a question about Kanako of all people, "She just had a little headache. I think she's sleeping it off now."

Once again, the room fell silent, only being interrupted by the quiet slurps when one drank from their cup.

"...How was school yesterday? Did you get in trouble for going in late?"

Motoko sighed in relief at a change in the subject and for Keitaro to initiate a round of small talk, "Classes went well enough..."

The conversation went through various topics; future goals, likes and dislikes, foods, hobbies, music, and lastly leading to the topic of each other's past. It allowed Motoko to understand some of the reasons behind her Goshujin-sama's drives and his personality. Keitaro, likewise, learned a lot more about his servant other than the stoic demeanor that she seemed to cling to.

Light footsteps interrupted heartfelt laughter when Kanako's face poked through the dining room entrance. Immediately, tension filled their air as Motoko's expression hardened, while Kanako's remained passive. Keitaro's gaze flipped back and forth between the two like changing channels on a television set.

"Motoko, Kanako, could you not fight like this?" Keitaro voiced, hopefully. "Please, for me?"

"Keitaro-sama, I will refrain from any acts however, if-"

She stopped mid sentence when Kanako bent forward and bowed, both pair of eyes watching her, "Motoko, I'm sorry for everything that I've done."

Tears began forming at the edges of her eyes as Keitaro and Motoko were dumbfounded at the length Kanako would go to apologize and, in a way, get back with her Onii-sama.

"I just didn't want you to take my Onii-sama away from me." Kanako's once proud voice croaked, tears rolling down her nose and cheek, dripping onto the wooden floorboards below her. "Forgive me, Motoko... please... please, Onii-san."

The two spectators exchanged a worried glance with one another, before Keitaro nods, giving the go ahead. Motoko, understanding the need to rebuild the pleading girl up, stood, hovering over a crying Kanako. Crouching down, the swordsman placed both hands on her shoulders and pulling her into a warm embrace. Kanako wailed louder as the water blotches on Motoko's hakama grew larger and larger. When Keitaro joined in on the group hug, he could tell that these tears were filled with pain and sorrow, regret and longing.

"Hey, why don't we put all of this behind us and we can put up the Christmas Tree, hm?" Keitaro said, caringly. "I still need to go shopping for you guys this week."

Kanako's eyes were puffy and swollen from the salty tears and trails of tears ran down her face, only made more apparent by her red colored face. Looking at her now, she was just a fragile girl that begging for clemency as she continued to whimper.

She pushed herself into her Onii-san's arms when he began releasing his hold, wanting, needing more of his comforting embrace. Keitaro wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him, resting her head on his shoulder and gently stroked her hair with one hand.

Keitaro felt a pang in his chest at the desperate teenager. He had already forgiven her, so the only one needed acceptance from was the only other person present. "Motoko?" Keitaro asked glancing up at her.

Motoko stared at the layer of wood below, unsure of how to respond. From the way Keitaro had called her, it was as if her punishment were up to her to decide. As much as she would have liked to outright refuse her apology, it would not be a proper response with her Goshujin-sama present and it would not correspond with the teachings she had grown up with. The other option being the honorable one, accepting her exposure of pride as genuine, and forgive the wrongs that she had committed. Neither option seemed beneficial and neither covered up the scars of her torture enough for her to choose one over the other. The only motive that she would have to satisfy herself in picking the latter was to appease the slight pang in her chest from seeing the weeping girl leave herself so incredibly vulnerable.

"I... I-I forgive you, Kanako-sama..." Motoko managed to mumble out, eyes still directed towards somewhere off to the side.

Keitaro, somewhat surprised that she would be so forgiving without any backlash, still noticed the somewhat apparent hesitation in her speech.

To Kanako, it did not matter as absolution was granted regardless, "Thank you, Motoko. I hope we can start over between us now."

"I... I hope so as well, Kanako-sama." Motoko said reluctantly, unsure if she had made the right decision in pardoning the girl from her acts.

Keitaro grinned at the awkwardness in the direction the apology took. Hoping to lighten the mood, "Motoko, Kanako, how about that Christmas Tree? It's in the basement, right?"

A good half an hour passed before only the tree itself stood on its stand in the living room and the decorations were coming along. Bells were attached to each level of the tree, Christmas lightbulbs that ranged from the brightest gold to the oddest shade of green were hung, and silver beaded necklaces surrounded the petimeter. Garlands lay on the bristles of the tree in a wave like pattern, crisscrossing over the holiday colored lighting, while a bright star sat atop everything it was placed with.

Wiping sweat off his brow, Keitaro stood, proudly gazing over the work of art that he and the two girls had worked on for several hours. It had been time not wasted as he would gladly redo the entire process if only to allow the three even more bonding time. The holiday spirit had most definately left its effect as the rather unpleasant conversation earlier had been wiped from their minds for the time being.

Motoko and Kanako had gotten along without incident and had even gone as far as to bring up small talk, leading to a comfortable atmosphere where the topic of past holiday experieces was brought up. Gifts, family dinners, created memories, and various performed activities were shared between the two as work on tree proceeded smoothly.

Kanako grew bold enough to even teased her Onii-san when he came into earshot, reminiscing about a past holiday season when a snowman creation caused Keitaro to wet his pants in surprise. Keitaro's reaction being sputtering to explain himself before running off to grab the next set of ornaments to save himself from embarrassment.

Now, they were seated on the sofa, each with a cup of tea, watching a holiday news report about the rush of late season shoppers in the mall and other festivities that would start over the next week. The two most prominent being the traditional Christmas Eve Festival in the heart of Tokyo and the fireworks that would be launched over Tokyo Bay.

The report concluded with several commercials that announced the discounts in certain largely named, chain stores. as well as, the creation of the next seasons clothing line in the more renown names. They each left to their own directions; Motoko to make dinner, Keitaro to take a bath, and Kanako to 'finish a project'.

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Keitaro sat at the edge of the hot spring, lathering shampoo throughout his hair. His eyes stared off into the frosty night, with a single towel wrapped around his waist, as his fingers went through patterned motions.

The day had gone by better than he expected it to and Motoko and Kanako had not been at each other's throats which was a plus. It had gone by far too perfectly which begged the question of its genuinity. He did not really like the idea of putting up a false facade just to satisfy him, but he also did not want to see murder in action. Images of what two master disciples of their own art could do sent shivers down his spine. All he wanted was for the two to get along. Was it too much to ask for?

Whatever the case, he did not give it another thought as he went back to happy times with the other residents as dumped a bucket of water over his head to rinse off the shampoo and settling himself into the hot spring. Shinobu would always cook his favorite on holidays, Kitsune would bring up past memories that could be used for a good laugh, Naru would always be the one to start a conversation, and Su... was the same as always. Remembering their times together brought a smile to his lips.

His stream of daydreams were broken by a light rasping on the wooden door frame that led outside. Light in the background, the paper covering revealed the shadowed outline of a Motoko Aoyama.

"Motoko, you can come in!" Keitaro called out, sinking his body lower into the water.

The door creaked as it slid open and created a knocking sound as it locked itself, fully open. Nothing stood in the doorway when a muffled voice called out from behind the wall.

"Keitaro-sama, your... I've finished making dinner." Motoko put out, rephrasing her words.

"...? Uh... thanks, Motoko, I'll be right in and why are you hiding?" Keitaro asked, eyes focusing on the blurred entrance way.

A flustered Motoko bit her lip as she tried to find a response. Every one that she could come up with should not have even mattered after what they had gone through in the past few days. All of the responses could easily be countered, so the only action left that she knew was to shut the door and walk away, which she promptly did.

Keitaro blinked at the door, wondering if she had heard him from the distance she stood. He sat and just relaxed his body for a few more minutes before realizing that his body would be covered in wrinkles if he stayed any longer.

Climbing out, his drenched towel continued to pull him down, splashing out and dripping with water as it clung to his body. He stood and let the excess water, that would most likely form a puddle in the changing room, roll down his legs. His hair was still quite wet with water dripping from the ends.

Keitaro brings his hands up and ruffles his hair, dancing the longer strands around, sprinkling the water onto the ground, before heading to the exit. Passing through the wooden doors, he unwraps the towel around his waist and starts by drying his shoulders. He works his way down his body to his chest, back, waist and legs before tossing it into the wash bin.

The voice of his younger sister called out from down the hall and a few rooms over.

"Onii-san! The food is getting cold!"

"I'm coming, Kanako!" Keitaro told her while poking his head into the hallway.

Quickly, Keitaro slipped into a pair of shorts that were lying on the counter top and a redish colored shirt that hung on a hook. Grabbing his glasses off the table, he rushed to the kitchen so the meal could be started.

Skidding to a halt at the table, Keitaro pushed his glasses on to find the two girls, seated at the table, staring at him. Motoko was blushing bright red and wide eyed and Kanako just stared. He blinked at their silence.

"K-K-Kei... taro-sama...that is my..."

Glancing down, he quickly realized what was wrong. His shirt, not his, was a light pink and sleeveless top that was small enough to reveal his belly button. When he had put it on, it did seem small and very cool on his upper arms and shoulders, but it was not the most pressing matter at that moment. Now, he was fearing for his life as memories of Motoko's past swings at him came back, disciplining him for his odd 'fetishes'.

Fear welled up inside as blood drained from his face, arms brought up to cover his body. Keitaro could feel the sweat forming at the back of his neck as he threw off the shirt and ran off screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Gah! I'm sorry, Motoko! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"

He ran off in a flash of pink as he flung the article of clothing off his body, held in one hand like a flag.

Both Motoko and Kanako were silent for the time being, only glancing at each other and back into the hallway. Keitaro's cries continued to sound through the hallways when both females regained their senses.

"The only reason Onii-san's like this is because of every time you attacked him!" Kanako jabbed with slanted eyes.

Motoko felt the jab like a stab through the chest. Knowing that she had disciplined him an uncountable number of times had hurt, but hearing it from another was like a rip inside her core.

The entire night had been filled with a false personas and bad acting. It was far too obvious to either of them that they would not be getting along anytime soon, but it was necessary and a small price to pay for Keitaro's peace of mind.

Sighing, Kanako sat down, "Thanks for tonight, Motoko... you better go after Onii-san before he hurts himself."

Pausing for a split second at the words of graitude, "I will go and retrieve Keitaro-sama for dinner."

Alone in the hallway, Motoko thought back to what transpired between her and Kanako as she walked towards Keitaro's room. Of course she had known that she was faking it all along. She felt that both of them had been overly obvious, but Keitaro had been too oblivious to pick up on any of the cues. The event that drew her attention were any of the laughs and stories that they had shared. The expressions were all acts that were forced, but the tales were all genuine.

In any event, what worried her most were the words Kanako had blatantly put out. Keitaro acted this way because of her and everyone else in the inn. It was not that she blamed him for being this way when he made a mistake, but it was still painful knowing that he either did not trust her enough as a servant to not attack him or it was something that she and the other girls had conditioned him into.

Then there was also the other issue of importance: her shirt.

Sliding open the wooden door, Keitaro fell back into a sitting position at the sight of Motoko in the doorway.

"Gah-uh... Motoko! It's all a misunderstanding!" Keitaro managed to squirm out, arms out in front for protection as his legs pushed him farther and farther towards the opposite wall. "You have to believe me! I just grabbed a shirt a-and I didn't know which one I grabbed! Don't hurt me, please!"

Hearing that, Motoko could not help but feel disappointed in herself. She had driven the person who mattered most to her to believe that she would out right 'discipline' him whenever he made a mistake. It was not like being conditioned to say 'thank you' or 'excuse me' as a child, but a belief that blood had to be paid with every perverted act committed.

Looking up, Motoko did not look angry, rather, slightly upset. Instead, her eyes stared out of the corner of her eyes. A faint redness covered the front of her face and lips tightly clenched together.

"It... it is a misunderstanding, Keitaro-sama. I will not harm you. You need not fear me..." Motoko was sure this was one of the most awkward situations of her life. "M-may I have my shirt back?"

Keitaro motioned towards the kotatsu in the center of the room and, sure enough, the pink garment lay clumped on the table top. One shoulder strap hung off the edge and gently grazed the floor.

Gently scooping it off the table, Motoko could feel that it was warm. She rubbed it against her face and inhaled, breathing in the fading scent of the one she had given her life to. It was intoxicating and her body yearned for more, but she quickly realized she was under the gaze of said person. Turning her back to him, Motoko meekly whispers, "The food is getting cold, Keitaro-sama," before continuing towards the door, still holding her tank top tightly against her body.

Keitaro had his back to the wall, eyes wide and staring as the danger level dropped from red to green. He was finally able to breathe again when Motoko stepped past the doorframe and slid the door close, his heart rate beginning to level. Placing a hand on the wall behind him, Keitaro picks himself up, using it as leverage.

Sighing, Keitaro decided to just go back for dinner. This was not the first of unusual situations that had happened in the past and it would not be the last. These events had occured daily since he had started living at the dormitory. Todays occurance would eventually just be looked as something to be waved off.

Keitaro pauses with his hand on the door, listening as the sounds of Motoko's footsteps disappear further and further down the hall. An alarm went went off in his head as he remembered about dinner and how his food had probably gone cold already. Hopefully, Kanako and Motoko had at least started without him when he was taking a bath.

Kanako looked up from her bowl of rice when Keitaro entered the room, "Onii-san, is everything alright?"

"Keitaro-sama... I will reheat your dinner." Motoko entered the room from behind Keitaro, a hint of red still on her face.

Side stepping, Motoko picked up the plates of food and stepped back, gesturing for Keitaro to take a seat. Exiting into the kitchen, Motoko emptied the rice, fish and vegetables into a single plate and placed it into the microwave.

From where she stood, Motoko could hear the idle chatter between the two adopted siblings over the hum of microwave.

In the next room over, Keitaro was asking Kanako about her thoughts on some appropriate gifts for each of the tenants. To Kanako, it was not something that she entirely enjoyed. In her mind, she knew that they would all end up being slaves, worth less than the dirt at the bottom of her shoe. Why would slaves need to receive gifts from their master? It would show weakness and they would likely become accustomed to such lenient treatment.

However, this was Keitaro and he would do something of this sort for anyone. Biting her lip, Kanako just smiled and made suggestions that the general female populace would want; stuffed animals, jewelry, posters, an mp3 player, and the sort.

"Those sorts of gifts would work on a girl like Naru, but Motoko wouldn't want something that," Keitaro gazed up towards the ceiling.

Kanako frowned at the deep thought he was putting into each present. "Well, how about- "

"That's it! Kanako, do you know Granny's number?" Keitaro said excitedly with gleaming eyes.

"Ah.. yes. She should still be in Japan so her cell phone should be working."

"Thanks Kanako! I'll have to call her tomorrow."

Later that night, Keitaro was disassembling his entire room and turning it inside out. Keitaro ducked under the kotatsu in his room to feel around for the one, most important thing on his mind. Again, he threw up the covers to his futon in an attempt to ease his fear. Finding nothing, he plunged himself deep into his already uprooted closet, throwing items left and right as he frantically searched.

After an hour of searching, Keitaro threw up his arms and cried out in defeat, "NOO! IT'S GONE!"

Falling on his back to floor with a groan, the ronin thought back to where he last left his wallet. He had it in his pocket when he got back from the store so the only area it could be was somewhere inside the apartments. His mind shuffled through each scene of each part of the inn where he had been in today; kitchen, dining room, living room, changing room, bedroom, bathroom... where else could it be?

When he came back to the apartments, he dropped the keys on the counter, visited Kanako and then eaten. The three of them decorated the tree for a while and then had relaxed in front of the TV. After, he went to take a bath and... THAT'S IT!

Keitaro took off like a bullet, and though fast, lacked any grace, narrowly preventing trips over his own feet and running into walls. His turns led to rough ricochets into the next straight pathway, barely slowing his pace. A skid to a halt came a second too late at the top of the staircase and a rough landing ensued as he tumbled down and onto the back of his head, a smile still plastered on his face, despite the bruises, as he limped towards the direction of the hot springs.

The dining room lights were turn on, but the same could not be said for the rest of the first floor landing. Pausing just long enough to flip the switches on allowed Ketaro to regain the use of his numbing limbs.

Pushing forward, Keitaro stopped at the doors that led to the changing room. Sliding the door open, a nearly nude Kanako stood at the hamper with her back towards him. The last article of clothing just about to be taken off when she turned. The eyes of a blushing Keitaro and a surprised, then devilish Kanako met as the clock ticked away.

"Would you like to join me, onii-sama?" Kanako whispered seductively, turning her entire body towards him for a full viewing. A slight bulge began to form at the zipper on Keitaro's pants.

Still blushing, Keitaro's eyes bulged even as he tried to remain passive and neutral. He coughed once to remind his body to continue breathing as a drop of sweat ran down his neck. His eyes zero'd in onto parts of his sister's body that all men look for in selecting a female, even as his arm rose, reaching for a grip Keitaro slowly slid the door shut.

It was going to be a long night.

A long haired brunette stood outside the Hinata Apartments in nothing but a long sleeve shirt, light coat, and jeans; all her other clothes still inside her house. Her parents had not permitted her to bring any possessions along after disowning her. She was sent away from home to be a slave for that pervert of a ronin after what Granny Hina did. And what she did, she dare not recall.

Snow fell around her, covering the shoulders of her jacket in a light sheet of would-be ice. The ground around was pure white, as was the scene in front of her. The only thing that stood out in color were the lights turned on inside and the Christmas Tree that stood in the building's common room, viewable through the transparent glass door in front.

A shiver ran through her body as another gust of wind blew bits of snow in her direction. It was freezing where she stood due to the very thin layer of clothing that separted her from nature's calling. As much as her body demanded to go inside and warm herself up with a nice dip in the hot springs and a hot cup of tea, her conscience deciding otherwise. There was no way she could go and face him now. Who knew what would happen to her being in the service of a pervert? After all that had happened before Granny Hina had interfered, how could she, of all people, bow down in service to that moron. She would sooner lay down her life than stay in service to someone that was an utter failure at life.

Turning around, Naru headed back down the snow covered steps; she would be sleeping on a park bench again tonight.

Keitaro woke to an undeniable pleasure in his lower area. His eyes, still heavy with sleep and painful to open, cracked slightly to see that the dim lamp on his desk was the only thing that kept the room from being enshrouded with darkness. Lifting his body up by his elbows, he became alarmed to find his pants down and on the receiving end of a fellatio.

"K-Kanako-"

The girl stopped her ministrations to gasp for breath and wipe a stream of saliva that ran down her mouth. His shaft was still held in one of her right hand, glistening from the spit.

"I know, Onii-san... but we're not related by blood so the normal rules don't apply to us."

"B-but..."

Keitaro could not deny that he enjoyed what was happening, evident by his hardening rod that bulged out of his sister's light, soft lips as she bobbed her head back and forth. Sweat ran down his brow as he tried to think of an excuse for her to stop. Simply pushing her off would be the easiest solution, but as much as he should, he could not bring himself to.

"S-stop, Kana-"

Keitaro was cut off when he had almost hit his peak, letting out a loud moan as his body tensed, readying himself for what was to come. Kanako lifted herself off so as to not allow his release so quickly. It became harder to breath with the rise and fall of his arousal and Keitaro collapsed on the spot, unsure of how to end this.

"Onii-san... please... just try to enjoy this."

After all, that was probably the only thing he could do at this point. His lust was in control of his mind and he probably would not be able to do anything else for the night, let alone sleep. Kanako slithered her own body forward and gave him deep, passionate kiss on the lips. It was long and wet and relayed so many emotions at once. The kiss seemed to sap away all of the strength that Keitaro had left and the kissed ended with staring at each other with loving eyes, the faces iches from each other.

"You made me really wet before, Onii-san."

The sliding door to his room flung open, revealing a half asleep Motoko Aoyama with her trusted Shisui, sheathed, and at the ready, "Are you alright, Keitaro-sa-", immediately, her face flushed scarlet at the sight of what she had walked in on.

"M-m-my apologies, Goshujin-sama!" Motoko tried to cover the scene by pulling her arm over the view, but found that she continued to stare with one visible eye. Backing out slowly, Motoko could not turn her head away as her own body began to heat up, spiking her own arousal.

A sly smile etched itself onto Kanako's face as she leaned in and whispered something into her Goshujin-sama's ear. A flicker of the eyes, caught the deep, sudden blush that arose on Keitaro's cheeks and the light chuckle that followed, immediately led to her regreting checking up on if any issue had arose. She could not even guess what Kanako had planned and how she Keitaro had even begun to consider it, let alone agree to it. She received her answer when Keitaro, still on his back, reached out and held an open hand to her.

Standing in a daze, Motoko felt her stone still and glowingly heated body begin to move forward, eyes zoning in at the hand held out in invitation. Walking in a trance, each step rang in her head, sounding as loud as the heartbeat that pounded in her chest. The lust that she felt was overwhelming her body and dominated the thoughts of turning away from her situation.

Taking her Goshujin-sama's hand, he led her closer to their naked bodies. He released her from his grasp before he grabbed the hem of her hakama and flung it open, revealing her unbound and flawless bosom . The sudden touch of cold air made Motoko reflexively catch the piece of clothing and pull it towards her open chest. A light tug from Kanako caught her off balance and she dropped forward, in preparation for the impact.

A second later, warm hands caressed her shoulders before one went further down and traced the path along her bare skin, tickling the plateau between her breasts. Keitaro's hand began to massage her breasts as the other started on removing the troublesome articles of clothing.

Kanako continued her ministrations on the item between her Onii-sama's legs. The taste of the rock hard rod welled into the back of her throat as she sucked harder and harder. The smell coming off was unbearable and lit her own sexual desires on fire. She could already feel the fluids running down the side of her leg as her hand drifted down to pleasure herself.

"Onii-sama, you're so hard"

Gentle kisses were traded between the master and the servent, each time going further and further into each other's mouths. The two were in sync like a fluid dance, each other's tongue fighting for dominance of the other's mouth. A string of saliva hung from both of their mouth's when the separted to strip off the remainder of her uniform. It was the only time she was able to breath before her lungs were filled with constant moanings from the pleasure.

Kanako had drenched her hand within the eruption of fluids from own body that now blotching the bedsheets as she screamed aloud while containing an erection deeply within her mouth. Kanako changed her attention to glance down at herself, allowing the recovery of her breath. Turning back, she spit and began lubracating her target before pulling back the skin and diving down as her tongue swirled around the sides of her mouth.

Motoko was beginning to lose her mind. She had never felt such stimulation in her life. Her Goshujin-sama's hands played with her nipples, sqeezing them as they became stiff with stimulation. It was as if her body was literally on fire. Her lips smashed into Keitaro's in the fight to maintain such an arousal. Straddling him, Motoko grinded her body up and down her partner's chest, leaving a trail from the thoroughly dripping cotton underwear. It was the only remaining article of clothing that separated the two from complete contact.

"Keitaro-sama... please..." It was all the girl could manage to let as her mind and body were being ravaged in pleasure.

Kanako began sucking on her Onii-sama's testes, gripping onto the edges of the skin. Her tongue ran over the wrinkles of the skin, while her hands worked non stop, pushing and pulling the skin of the male's penis.

A twitch from the genital, the elavated hips, a quick gasp from her Onii-sama told Kanako exactly what she needed to know. Reinserting it into her mouth, Kanako furiously worked to force the ejaculation that would shoot into her mouth. Her tongue touched the head and received the first delivery of sperm. The discharge came non stop for about four to five shots, each hitting the back of her throat with full force. She was determined to not let any go to waste as she fought back the cough and swallowed the thick semen, even going as far as to squeeze out a few more droplets.

Motoko glanced back after the lengthy moan from Keitaro's throat. Pulling off her sullied panties, she positioned her own body so that Keitaro would have the full view and tongue access to the slit between her legs. A sharp moan erupted when the tip of Keitaro's tongue had reached out and licked the hanging string of vaginal fluid, skimming the slit between her legs. Motoko bit her lip so as to not cry out as she lowered her body for more stimulation, her hands massaging her own breasts.

With the extra space availible, Kanako positioned herself above the spear that had returned to being erect.

A quick moan from Keitaro provided confirmation with the go ahead. The head slipped in quite easily, despite Kanako's lithe frame. Eagerly, Kanako moved her hips as fast an she could, addicting herself to the feeling.

"It's going so deep!"

Moans flared up from all three residents, desperate for more. Motoko pulled Keitaro's head upward with one hand as the other continued to please her chest. Kanako's hips danced up and down as she tried to keep her mouth from salivating in pleasure. Both women had long gone past their limits, only holding it in with sheer willpower so as to enjoy it for as long as possible. Eyes rolled back in their sockets, toes curled into a ball, and cries of pleasure filled the room as every cell in both of their bodies was run through with electricty. Every part of their skin burned and had been etched with utter bliss, the feeling of ecstacy causing each and every part of their body to go numb.

Clear fluids stained the sheets of the futon from one side, filling Keitaro's mouth with a tangy scented liquid. On the other side, the substance filled the open spaces within Kanako's hole and seeped out, rolling down the shaft of the penis.

The wave of paradise had drowned the two minds as desperation for more. The refractory period being practically non existent as the two pressed on.

The two females practically fought to see who could get into position first, who would gain Keitaro's favor, and who could continue the longest. The three continued long into the night with Keitaro pounding himself into one and crying out their name, while the two women stimulated the other before switching. Moans of ecstasy and wails of multiple orgasms continued until daybreak before the two raven haired females collapsed from exhaustion with bags under their eyes and infinitely sore muscles on top of the Hinata Hot Springs manager, who had long since passed out, and had given up on begging for the two to stop this pointless one-upping of each other.

The next morning was not pleasant. Besides the usual disheveled hair and painfully bright sunlight, Keitaro's entire body ached. It was as if he had received Naru punches on every inch of his body while being held into place for the next wave. What happened the night before? He knew that he had passed out a few hours before Motoko and Kanako had. As much as he wanted to fall asleep, he was kept in a half sleeping phase where he could still tell what was happening in his surroundings. The two had made him go on and on until he was completely drained and dehydrated. Even then, they continued to abuse his body, riding him like a horse even after he had gone to sleep.

Keitaro woke to find, with cracked open and blurry eyes, that Motoko was sprawled over his chest; her legs curled up and tucked underneath his arms and her own arms supporting her head. Kanako had decided to fall asleep between his legs with her head using his groin as a pillow. As pleasant as this situation should be, it was not.

Surrounding his groin area, there was a stabbing pain that seemed like it was under the skin. It was to be expected as he had been way overused the night before. Keitaro was not sure if he should be mad because the treated him like a dish towel or thrilled that they would have a marathon session with him.

Keitaro did not want to disturb the two girls from their slumber, but his burnt out body was causing some serious sores and he was incredibly thirsty at that.

He ran his fingers through Motoko's glossy, raven colored haired until she began to stir.

Motoko wearily peered through half opened, sleepy eyes to the sight of her Goshujin-sama. She gave a tired smile before mumbling out, "Good morning, Keitaro-sama, I enjoyed last night."

"Motoko, could you wake Kanako up? It hurts..." Keitaro groaned.

Motoko shot to alert and crawled over to her Goshujin-sama's sister to wake her.

When Kanako looked up from the area she lay, she gave a toothy smile, "Good morning, Onii-sama. Do you want to continue where we left off last night?" Kanako asked, crawling on top of her brother's body.

Keitaro winced in pain as each second passed, "Kanako, could you get off? It's really starting to hurt!"

Immediately, Kanako jumped off onto the side and helped him sit up. "Where does it hurt? Do you need me to call the doctor?"

"I'll be fine, Kanako. I just need a drink of water... and put some clothes on."

"Onii-sama, I thought you liked seeing me like this." Kanako gave a smirk.

Motoko blushed at the comment of their lack of clothing, however, did not move to cover herself.

"Keitaro-sama... I am your servant, therefore I would rather not hide myself from you."

"I'll go get you a glass of water, Onii-sama."

Kanako turned and started to stand forward, before her legs shook violently and she fell to the floor.

"Is something wrong, Kanako?"

"I-I don't know... I can't keep my legs steady."

Curious about the girl's condition, Motoko stood, but she too, fell back down clutching her thighs.

"K-Keitaro-sama, I... I can only think to blame it on what happened last night."

Keitaro stared, wide eyed at the swordsman's observation, "How many times did you two do it?"

"I-I apologize, Keitaro-sama, I did not realize the consequences of my actions. Please forgive me."

Kanako continued trying to stand, while Motoko stared at the floor in front of her under her Goshujin-sama's gaze.

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The three remained crippled, but the time spent was not wasted. Motoko wasted little time cuddling to Keitaro's side when he suggested that the shaking would most likely fade after a while. An hour had almost passed before Keitaro came to the desperate need of going to the bathroom. The two girls' at his side had not wanted to move from their warm positions, but Keitaro was already trying to stand. His legs still shook, but it was easier for him to find his balance.

Peelings his limbs from the futon under him like trying to remove an old band aid. All of the semen and vaginal fluids that had flown across the room acted like a glue and left the skin red when you peeled it off.

Keitaro stood up as the stabbing pain around his lower region ceased. Reaching for his glasses, he turned to find that Kanako and Motoko had also been affected greatly by the outcome of the night before. Motoko lay on her side with one arm supporting her head. Everything on her backside was viewable and the cum that had flowed down the backside of her leg was easily noticeable. More of the dried substance coated the front of her breasts, down to her waist line, leaving a sticky pale sheen.

Kanako was on her back with one arm above her head and the other, drenched in sticky fluids, rested on her stomach. Much of her face was filled with love juice; an area under one eye, parts of her hair had flakes of the hardened wax, and multiple trails that started from her lips. From the sight of Kanako's pussy, it could be assumed that the two had literally, been bathed in the solution.

Sigh, Keitaro scratched the back of his head, "We really need a bath."

Jumping to her feet, the exiled swordsman stood at attention, "I will wash your sheets, Keitaro-sama."

Kanako smiled seductively and licked her lips, "Onii-sama, do you need someone to wash your back?"

Turning to make eye contact, Keitaro was met with a pleasant sight that spurned a bright red face and a rock hard erection, "Put some clothes on you two!"

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The dip in the hot springs was pleasant enough. Kanako had decided to join as a means of washing his back, while Motoko came under the pretense of efficency, though it still rested upon Keitaro's decision. The only thing that could have gone better was Kanako's adament stand that modesty was unnecessary between any of them after last night's 'fun' and had proceeded to strip her towel.

"Kanako! Stop!" Keitaro yelped, diving his head underwater. The air bubbles that surfaced had a hint of red to them.

Motoko sat on a flat stone at the edge of the water, scrubbing the areas around her breasts with a towel. Her lips formed a frown as she added more soap to her skin. It did not have much of an effect before she, using her nails, peeled off a thin film from her skin like a scab off a wound. A sound off annoyance came from deep within her throat before tossing the layer to the side.

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The morning bath was exactly the thing that was needed in order to start the day feeling relieved and having one's muscles soothed after passing out from a... marathon. The day had already started without them and the sun was high in the sky. Motoko, the first to step out of the hot springs, had started on breakfast and whipped up an average meal of rice, a few vegetables and grilled fish. Keitaro, Kanako, and Motoko were seated around the dining room table as they each ate their fill.

Breakfast was eaten slowly and silently with the exception with a question from Keitaro concerning each other's plans for the day and what was to be completed. Keitaro stated that he would be studying for several hours and needed to pick up a book that he put on hold in the library later that night. Motoko would most likely be training, but could cut that from her schedule should anything arise. Kanako thought for a second before saying that she had a free day and could help with anything her Onii-san did not have time for.

Looking upward, Keitaro counted the chores that were available: washing and hanging the laundry, sweeping the steps of the inn, scrubbing the hot springs, and cleaning the hallway that led to the balcony.

Hearing the amount of work that had piled up, Kanako insisted that she help with a few. Motoko agreed, offering herself wherever she was needed

"Oh! And I need to wash my sheets too."

Motoko's face lit up, matching the color of her hakami at the mention. Her ears began glowing with the amount of blood as it pulsed through her face. She gave a light cough to clear her throat and hid herself behind another bowl of rice. Kanako placed her pair of chopsticks on the rim of a plate and stared down into her lap, a flush on her cheeks. When she could not think of anything to reply with, she settled with simply twiddling her thumbs under the table.

"Motoko, Kanako, I'm just going to the library to pick something up. You don't have to go through the trouble of coming with me."

"It is only natural that a servant should follow her master." Motoko states, undeterred.

"And we could all use the excercise." Kanako says, zippering up her jacket.

Keitaro sighed. He had lost every argument with them since this morning. Now that he had them as his servants, it was as if they took every chance they could to stay near him.

It was almost dark out as sunlight was not something that there was much of during the winter season. Keitaro wanted to go to the library and come back before dinner time and it was made possible when he had two others to share his chores with. Apparently, they had finished exceptionally quickly in order to accompany him on his trip for a book.

Keitaro waited by the door as scarfs and mittens were gathered by the two girls. Footsteps danced around the apartments and calls of "One minute!" or "I'll be right down!" could be heard. Checking his watch one more time, he was thankful that there would arrive about ten minutes before closing.

When they finally headed out, Motoko and Kanako eagerly snagged one of his arms for themselves. When they were about half way to the train station, the sun had already set and it was almost pitch black outside.

Walking down the path, the group passed a small convenience store before a sharp screech was heard from the park on the other side of the street. Another scream of "help" was called out before it was quickly silenced.

Rushing to the other side, with Motoko in the lead, sword drawn, Keitaro saw a group of three men gathered in a semi circle. They all stared down at something in the center. Naru.

Most of her clothes were torn and ripped and her undergarmets were visible in some areas as the one on the right grabbed her by the hair and tore her shirt down the center. Tears were running out of her eyes as she tried to cover her body with what little clothing remained.

"Vile, lecherous males!"

Before Keitaro could fully take in the situation, Motoko had already gone on the offensive and subdued the three men by effectively launching them several yards into the air.

Finally understand what was going on, Keitaro ran towards Naru and took off his jacket, throwing it over her shoulders. Kanako followed closely behind, keep a look out for any more of those men.

"Naru, what are you doing here? Let's get you back to the apartments!"

Naru violently threw his arms off her shoulders, screaming, "Get away from me you pervert!", before throwing a punch towards his face.

Instinctively, Keitaro reeled back and closed his eyes, embracing himself for the impact. When none came, he opened his eyes to find that Kanako had caught Naru's fist inches from his face. Motoko had her sword alligned with Naru's throat should she move any closer.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kanako had venom in her voice.

Kanako threw her arm back, unbalancing the brunette onto her butt. "We save you from scum and you dare attack my Onii-sama?"

"Naru-sempai, I think it wise that you choose your next words carefully."

Naru was at a loss for words. Indeed, she knew that she had been saved, but when she saw that it was Keitaro, she punched on reflex. After all, he was the one that she was supposed to be a slave to.

"I... I-I'm sorry. I... I didn't know it was Keitaro. I thought it was one of them."

"Very well, please restrain yourself next time."

Kanako was still skeptical, "I don't buy it, but I won't forgive you if you try to hit Onii-sama again."

"Don't worry about it, you guys. Come on, Naru, let's get you back to the Hinata Apartments." Keitaro said with a smile, holding his hand out for her.

Reluctantly, Naru took it while pulling the jacket on her shoulders tighter around her.

"Keitaro-sama, will you be going to the library still?

"No, it's okay. We won't make it in time anyway.

Once they arrived back at the Hinata Apartments, Motoko asked if Keitaro could help Naru warm up in the hot springs, to which he agreed.

Now, the two girls were alone in the open air bath as Motoko was slowly washing Naru's back.

"You lied, Naru-sempai."

Lifting her head, "What are you talking about, Motoko?"

"I could tell from your uncertainty. I assume the reason you did not come back to the Hinata Apartments directly is because you despise Keitaro-sama. Were you not also given the duty of becoming his slave?"

Naru stared down at the ground in front of her. "I was... My parents' kicked me out, Motoko. And for what? So I could serve a worthless, perverted rounin like Keitaro?"

Motoko stopped her washing when she heard the last few words. "Naru-sempai... I may respect you, but I will not tolerate if you insult my goshujin-sama."

Naru spun around when she heard this. Wide eyed, "What'd he do to you, Motoko? You used to hate everything about him. He was just a vile, perverted, lecherous male back then. Is he forcing you to do stuff because your honor-"

In the next second, Naru was on her back with Motoko looking down from above. The look in her eyes...

"...That was in the past. He is worth more to me now than my own life, so if you continue to say more, Naru... I suggest you don't."

During the time that Motoko and Naru left, Keitaro was given time to think. He decided that it would be best to think while doing a little bit of work to keep himself occupied. This lead to Keitaro making dinner for the night.

Measuring in the rice grains, Keitaro thought about the situation with Naru. He knew that she did like him... in a way, but she also hated him because of every incident that went wrong. He rinsed the sand and dirt out out of the rice, remembering what Grandma Hina's letter had said 'So as punishment for them, and compensation for you, they will be at your beck and call for the rest of their lives'. Pouring in the appropriate amount of water, he knew that Naru would probably kill herself before she submit herself to him.

Turning on the fire pouring oil into the pan, he waited for it to heat up before stirring in onions and peppers. He knew that he was not the first pick for anyone to spend the rest of their lives with. Keitaro cracked in three eggs and let it cook. It was also true that Motoko was not thrilled with the idea of serving the man she hated either. Flipping the eggs about three to four times, he scraped it onto a serving plate with a spatula before adding more oil to the pan. She had been forced to drop her wish to become a strong swordswoman for this. As the oil began sizzling, Keitaro dropped in a few fish to fry. Though, she had been disowned, he was glad that Motoko had adapted to this lifestyle. Keitaro flipped the fish over and added the seasoning as it began to turn brown. Kanako had wanted to run the inn with him for the longest time. Scraping the fish onto a plate, Keitaro went to the fridge, took out the pot of soup that was stored in the fridge from a few days ago and set it on a fire to reheat. All in all, everyone who lived here turned out alright.

But Naru still had the dream of going to Tokyo U., as did he. And this wasn't like Motoko who could still practice swordsmanship, it was giving away her future. When the soup started steaming, Keitaro scooped three bowls worth and set them on the table. How could he make it so that everyone was happy? The rice cooker bleeped to signal it was ready.

Dinner went on as usual, with the exception of Keitaro eating listlessly as he stared at the table in front of him. Everyone noticed his seemingly distant behavior and decided it would be better not to address him in the conversation.

Keitaro headed up the stairs and stopped in front of Naru's room. He had given a lot of thought to this and believed it was the best solution.

Taking a deep breath, he tapped lightly on the wood of the door. There was no answer, but he could hear the light breathing from the opposite side. Cracking open the sliding door open, he could see Naru sitting at her desk with her back towards him

Keitaro slid the door open and stepped to the other end of the kotatsu and taking a seat.

Naru's eyes were puffy red and her eyes were hollow. The rest of her body gave off that she was broken inside and the location of her stare had not moved.

Keitaro did not know where to begin, but finally made his choice when he took a deep breath.

"Naru... I'm releasing you from your services as my servant."

Finally, the brunette gave a response as if a switch had been pressed, "W... What...?"

"If you plan on continuing to try for Tokyo U, I want to let you reach that goal, Naru. From what you've told me, you'll have to take on another job because Financial Aid and scholarships won't cover your tuition. If you're burdened with serving me, it won't help your position at work. Also, the rent at the Hinata Apartments is a lot more than than what you can get for an apartment in the city. From there, you'll be closer to Tokyo U and you'll be able to focus on your job and studies. As it stands, I can't let you free load off of the Hinata Apartments. Since Motoko and the others are currently bound to me, they won't be paying rent and the income is already incredibly strained and overdue after all the damages you and Motoko used to cause on a daily basis. I think it would be better if you left here."

Naru's expression changed as she listened to the words. Staring at the ground in wide eyed horror, "H-How could you... do this to me? I thought you loved me! And this is how you show it?"

"I'm sorry, Naru, but this is best for all of us. Because of the love I had for you, I'm letting you go."

Standing, Keitaro sighed, "I'll give you a week to pack your things and find a new apartment."

As much as Keitaro hated to see one of his friends in pain, he knew that this was for the best. If he knew Naru like he thought he did, this suited her the best as well. She would get past this and move onto the university of her dreams.

Turning, Keitaro stepped past his old crush and towards the door... only to be stopped when a hand latched onto his ankle. Looking behind him, Naru had tears rolling down her face.

(A/N: I don't know... I feel like the first part of this chapter is really weak... but it might be that there are only two people in there which makes my referring to them quite repeditive).

(A/N: Motoko's shirt can be found in episode 17. I believe it is the first scene where Motoko is outside on the balcony.)

(A/N: Again, I apologize for any spelling or grammer errors throughout the chapter as I am still using WordPad, which is a more basic form of MS Word, but more advanced than Notepad. It does not have a Spell Check option, so everything is done by hand.)

(A/N: Not sure if I kept Kanako in character because I don't remember much of her besides flinging insults...)

(A/N: Also, if you do review, please include anything that might sound out of place because I don't fully remember what I wrote in the past 2 chapters and I might be contradicting myself somewhere)

P.S. To DevonS,

If you honestly feel the need to take about 15 minutes worth of your time to write a review, badgering me about how I "butchered" this story and how you are no longer going to follow it, I don't understand the point of your review when you're "no longer following it".

If you don't like it, don't read it. So, before you start trashing on other people's fanfics, try writing a fanfic of your own. It's easy to say that someone's writing sucks. It's hard to dedicate yourself to write well written fanfiction.

A/N: Yay I finally got around to finishing it!