“No – don’t!” the girl begged, hugging him fiercely. “Don’t tell me you don’t love me… don’t tell me you want Motoko instead… don’t… don’t tell me that I might have been the girl for you if I was a little older, because I don’t want to HEAR IT!”
Clenching his eyes closed, Keitaro whispered, “I wasn’t going to tell you any of those things, Shinobu… but I have to say this now, because you deserve to know.”
Shinobu whimpered, but offered no reply, her last outburst seemingly draining her.
“You are a fantastic girl, but-”
“No!” Shinobu screamed. “No, no, no, no! Don’t-”
“-but I can’t be with you.”
Shinobu slumped against him, her legs no longer able to support her as her worst fears were realized. She wanted to sob – to pound on his chest and tell him that he was making a big mistake… but she knew it wouldn’t change anything. Kitsune was right, after all. Even if she had been able to hold him, it wouldn’t have been very long. She simply was not ready to offer him her body yet, and asking him to remain celibate for her would just be wrong.
Sniffling, she pushed him away… and before he could say a word, she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him – long and deep and hard, throwing all of herself into it as she held onto his shirt, keeping him from breaking away before she was done.