Dropping on his back, Motoko laid above Keitaro's body. Kissing him, trying to get lost time back, the passion was so strong in the air that it suffocated them. As if their lives depended on it, they started to rip each other clothes, exposing old scars and injuries, reminders of stranger times in Hinata. Their hands went through their bodies, exploring the places they had only dreamt off until that moment, confirming images they formed out of sneaked glimpses and awkward touches. Their tongues, fighting fiercely as they used to do in their morning practices, so distant now. How foolish had they been, not seeing the latent and restrained sexuality they expressed in attacks and slashes, each morning a fight to defeat their inner impulses. Now with only her underwear remaining, they gasped for air, staring into the other's eyes. Hesitant. Why does it feel so wrong? "What about Naru?" She asked, half regretting it already. "We're still married, but it means nothing" "I'm sorry then, I must set this right before continuing" She said, getting herself upright and dressing up again. "Rest now here, I'll be back in the morning, and dont worry, we'll continue where we left off". Giving him one more soft kiss in his forehead, she prepared to go. Grabbing her katana, unused after all the time living in peace, she ran off into the night, her target certain.