Keitaro's Travelling Inn 3

Motoko, unlike the others, was dressed in a white gi and carrying her sword, but she also had a tool belt on. Using a rag she wiped the blood from beneath his nose and soaked the rag in the water before leaning over him and placing it on his forehead.

Waking with a start he immediately sat up his face burying itself in Motoko's gi. "Um," he said after a moment when no violence seemed forthcoming.


"No chest bindings?"

"I plan on soaking in the springs after, so I decided to forgo them for the moment."

"I see," Keitaro said.

"Feel too from that distance," Motoko said, causing Keitaro to finally pull his head out from between her breasts.


"Accidents happen," Motoko said, easily forcing down her blush and pulling the rag from between her breasts. "Do you need a hand?"

"I do need to caulk some cracks," he said thoughtfully, searching his tool box for the caulking guns.

Motoko blushed bright red until she saw the caulking guns and barely resisted face faulting.

"We need to make sure everything is nice and tight," he said. "If you find a hole, fill it up with caulk."

Motoko accepted the caulking gun and noticed the grin he was trying to hide, "Aha, you were doing it on purpose!"

Everyone burst out laughing.

"I couldn't help it," he said. "It's all perfectly clean, but it sounds so wrong."

"Only if you have a dirty mind," she said primly, before reddening as she realized what she'd just admitted.

"You start on that side and I'll start on this side," he said, being nice and pretending she hadn't said anything. "When in doubt, seal it, because while a little moisture isn't a big problem, the less the better, and thanks for the help."

"It's no problem," she said heading for the other side of the furo.

Mitsune floated over to where Motoko was working. "You work quickly."

"I don't see any grass growing under your feet," Motoko replied. "I… enjoy spending time around him and admit I would enjoy teaching him some kendo in private."

"Really?" she purred.

Motoko rolled her eyes. "I actually mean teaching him kendo. You can learn a lot about a person when you teach them something."

"No rush to the prize?" Kitsune asked.

"Rushing and arguments… have not turned out well for us. I believe I will take my time and allow things to develop as they may, after all his friendship is to be valued as well," she said thoughtfully. "Not to mention my relationship with everyone else."

"Yeah," Kitsune said considering the wisdom in her words.

"Sorry about flashing you sempai," Shinobu apologized, red faced.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose," Keitaro said, giving her a smile to let her know it was alright.

"How come Shinobu's breasts took you out while mine and Kitsune's haven't even made you twitch," Su asked curiously.

"Because I expected to see you both naked, while Shinobu's breasts were a complete surprise that I wasn't braced for."

"Unexpected breasts are more effective?" Su asked.

"Exactly," he replied absently examining a crack in the wall before sealing it. "The context of the breast is important."

"Oh," Su said, her mind contemplating various ways to change the context of the breasts and calculating the possible mathematical formulas you could derive from a few surprise breast experiments.


"I thought you were going to handle the lunch rush?" Naru asked Haruka, as she returned white faced.

"We have a problem," Haruka replied.

"What happened!?" Naru demanded, concerned as she sat her down and poured her a cup of tea.

"I… I think I need a witness, so I know I'm not going nuts," Haruka said downing her cup of tea.

"Can I get a hint?" Naru asked, as Haruka stood back up and grabbed her hand.

"I saw it and I don't believe it, and saying it out loud is going to make me sound insane," Haruka said, leading her outside.

"OK, is it bigger than a breadbox?" Naru asked.

"Look!" Haruka ordered.

Naru looked where she was pointing and just stared.

"Please tell me what you see," Haruka said. "Am I insane or is the world?"

"This is not Tokyo," Naru said as they stared at a ruined metropolis, as if man had just left one day, dropped everything and walked out leaving the city to fall apart over the next couple of centuries.

Typing by: The Last Primarch!