Once again, insomnia has been kicking my ass this week, so I'll be going to the clinic this weekend to have a couple tests done. In the meantime, I went and reread RurGo's Fear the Mighty thread and came up with this: FtM showed Motoko's fear of turtles, so what if I found a similar way to justify her early hatred and misconceptions of men? And I got this. Please excuse any horrible spelling/grammar mistakes that my sleep-deprived mind caused, and I'll post more to it in short order. Unless I miraculously fall asleep first.
Please Enjoy.
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It was a quite and unsuspecting morning at the Hinata Sou. Quite and unsuspecting just like the peaceful little village right before the earthquake. Sometimes the villagers might feel the small seismic tremors before the real impact hit, but a lot of times they would go unheeded by all except for those who had experienced them before. Or those who were just utterly paranoid about that sort of thing. Or if they were animals and had an inate sense about the world around them.
Incidentally, Tama-chan won't be appearing in this story.
In this case, the first of the small seismic tremors took the form of a telephone ringing.
"Ah, could someone please get that? My hands are full in here," Shinobu called from the kitchen, where she was currently elbows deep in soapy water and dirty dishes.
Of the two people who were near enough to hear her request, one was Kitsune, who had achieved a new personal high (or low, as it were) by drinking enough to pass out a sparse ten minutes after breakfast had ended, and Keitaro, who was also shooting for a new personal best by not angering Naru or Motoko before noon, and as he was so far succeeding, was therefore still good and conscious.
"I've got it, Shinobu," he answered as he reached for the phone. "Hello?"
Behind him, Motoko silently descended the stairs with a textbook in her hand. She'd been hoping to get some help to a few problems from Naru, but having been unable to find her in her room, she was now weighing the worth of remaining ignorant to them over asking Urashima to explain them to her instead.
Before she got a chance to decide though, a second tremor hit.
"Oh, Tsuruko-san!"
The book dropped to the floor as Motoko nearly ran into the landlord in her rush to get close enough to try to overhear more of the conversation with her older sister.
"Yes, it has been a while now," Keitaro continued, oblivious to anyone that might be standing only a few inches behind him. "How have things been with you since last time? ...Good, good to hear. ...Yes, everyone is doing well here, too. ...Um, define 'crazy happenings'. ...Ah, well there was an incident last month, but...pardon? Today? ...No, no, that won't be a problem. I'm sure Motoko and the others would be glad to see you again."
Motoko paled considerably. Her sister was planning to visit today? What did that mean? The two of them hadn't really spoken much since the whole debacle that was Keitaro and herself fighting for their freedo...er, rather, fighting to prevent being married to each other.
There was probably a difference there, somewhere.
But if Tsuruko was really coming, then she would have to make preparations. Make sure the place was clean, maybe brush up on her sword skills in case she wanted to test her, make sure anything that could be used as embarrassing blackmail was safely hidden.
As Motoko continued her mental check-list while heading back to the stairs, Keitaro continued his conversation. "What's that? ...Oh, really? ...No, that's perfectly fine. I'll just tell Shinobu to set two extra plates for dinner, then."
A chill swept through Motoko's body, causing her to freeze in mid-step.
"Yes, I look forward to meeting him. I'll let the others know that you're coming. ...Okay, see you then. Bye."
Keitaro had barely replaced the receiver when he was spun around and lifted off the ground by the lapels of his shirt. Finding himself looking into the eyes of Motoko, which somehow managed to express blazing anger and icy fury at the same time, Keitaro was amazed that his body wasn't turned completely to stone.
"Him?" Motoko hissed.
"W-w-w-wha?" was his intelligible response.
"You said you looked forward to meeting 'him'," she elaborated, putting so much venom into the word 'him' that Keitaro actually grew dizzy, though that might have also been because his airways were being constricted by Motoko's gradually tightening grip. "Who is my sister bringing with her?"
"H-her hus-husband," he managed to get out.
There was a brief pause in which absolutely nothing moved, then the next moment Keitaro found himself landing painfully on his backside as Motoko sprinted up the stairway three at a time. A great racketing mixture of pounding feet, slamming doors, muffled voices, scuffling noises and finally a loud cry of outrage filled the house, grabbing everyone else's attention in the process, even managing to rouse Kitsune from her mid-morning black out.
In an instant, Motoko had returned, sword in hand and a large burlap sack slung over her shoulder.
"You'll thank me for this, Narusegawa!" she shouted behind her as she headed for the front door. "You'll ALL thank me for this later!"
"Motoko, what-?" Keitaro started.
"Don't wait up for me!" she called back right before the door swung shut.
Keitaro scratched his head in confusion, an action mimicked by both Shinobu and a still half-coherent Kitsune. Then, spotting a small black object on the floor that had apparently slipped out of Motoko's bag, Keitaro stooped down to retrieve it.
He blinked twice.
"P...panties?"
Please Enjoy.
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It was a quite and unsuspecting morning at the Hinata Sou. Quite and unsuspecting just like the peaceful little village right before the earthquake. Sometimes the villagers might feel the small seismic tremors before the real impact hit, but a lot of times they would go unheeded by all except for those who had experienced them before. Or those who were just utterly paranoid about that sort of thing. Or if they were animals and had an inate sense about the world around them.
Incidentally, Tama-chan won't be appearing in this story.
In this case, the first of the small seismic tremors took the form of a telephone ringing.
"Ah, could someone please get that? My hands are full in here," Shinobu called from the kitchen, where she was currently elbows deep in soapy water and dirty dishes.
Of the two people who were near enough to hear her request, one was Kitsune, who had achieved a new personal high (or low, as it were) by drinking enough to pass out a sparse ten minutes after breakfast had ended, and Keitaro, who was also shooting for a new personal best by not angering Naru or Motoko before noon, and as he was so far succeeding, was therefore still good and conscious.
"I've got it, Shinobu," he answered as he reached for the phone. "Hello?"
Behind him, Motoko silently descended the stairs with a textbook in her hand. She'd been hoping to get some help to a few problems from Naru, but having been unable to find her in her room, she was now weighing the worth of remaining ignorant to them over asking Urashima to explain them to her instead.
Before she got a chance to decide though, a second tremor hit.
"Oh, Tsuruko-san!"
The book dropped to the floor as Motoko nearly ran into the landlord in her rush to get close enough to try to overhear more of the conversation with her older sister.
"Yes, it has been a while now," Keitaro continued, oblivious to anyone that might be standing only a few inches behind him. "How have things been with you since last time? ...Good, good to hear. ...Yes, everyone is doing well here, too. ...Um, define 'crazy happenings'. ...Ah, well there was an incident last month, but...pardon? Today? ...No, no, that won't be a problem. I'm sure Motoko and the others would be glad to see you again."
Motoko paled considerably. Her sister was planning to visit today? What did that mean? The two of them hadn't really spoken much since the whole debacle that was Keitaro and herself fighting for their freedo...er, rather, fighting to prevent being married to each other.
There was probably a difference there, somewhere.
But if Tsuruko was really coming, then she would have to make preparations. Make sure the place was clean, maybe brush up on her sword skills in case she wanted to test her, make sure anything that could be used as embarrassing blackmail was safely hidden.
As Motoko continued her mental check-list while heading back to the stairs, Keitaro continued his conversation. "What's that? ...Oh, really? ...No, that's perfectly fine. I'll just tell Shinobu to set two extra plates for dinner, then."
A chill swept through Motoko's body, causing her to freeze in mid-step.
"Yes, I look forward to meeting him. I'll let the others know that you're coming. ...Okay, see you then. Bye."
Keitaro had barely replaced the receiver when he was spun around and lifted off the ground by the lapels of his shirt. Finding himself looking into the eyes of Motoko, which somehow managed to express blazing anger and icy fury at the same time, Keitaro was amazed that his body wasn't turned completely to stone.
"Him?" Motoko hissed.
"W-w-w-wha?" was his intelligible response.
"You said you looked forward to meeting 'him'," she elaborated, putting so much venom into the word 'him' that Keitaro actually grew dizzy, though that might have also been because his airways were being constricted by Motoko's gradually tightening grip. "Who is my sister bringing with her?"
"H-her hus-husband," he managed to get out.
There was a brief pause in which absolutely nothing moved, then the next moment Keitaro found himself landing painfully on his backside as Motoko sprinted up the stairway three at a time. A great racketing mixture of pounding feet, slamming doors, muffled voices, scuffling noises and finally a loud cry of outrage filled the house, grabbing everyone else's attention in the process, even managing to rouse Kitsune from her mid-morning black out.
In an instant, Motoko had returned, sword in hand and a large burlap sack slung over her shoulder.
"You'll thank me for this, Narusegawa!" she shouted behind her as she headed for the front door. "You'll ALL thank me for this later!"
"Motoko, what-?" Keitaro started.
"Don't wait up for me!" she called back right before the door swung shut.
Keitaro scratched his head in confusion, an action mimicked by both Shinobu and a still half-coherent Kitsune. Then, spotting a small black object on the floor that had apparently slipped out of Motoko's bag, Keitaro stooped down to retrieve it.
He blinked twice.
"P...panties?"
