I Think I, I know I:
				       A Maison Ikkoku Lemom
						By
					    Dale Ratner



		AuthorÕs rambles: I wrote this story for three reasons: 1. There is not enough Maison Ikkoku fanfiction around, 2. Most of the available stuff seperates Yusaku and Kyoko, 3. I always wanted to write a lemon. This story takes someplace in the middle of the Intensive Care graphic novel. Stabdard disclaimers apply. All comments should be sent to Shadow6865@aol.com (I really want Kun-chan, the magnificent queen of the lemon fic to reply.)


				               The Story:

		It has been one week since Kyoko got YusakuÕs final schedule messed
up and their relationship has returned to a somewhat normal level. Kyoko still avoided
talking to Yusaku alot but she at least returned a greeting every know and then. It wasnÕt so much that she was mad at Yusaku for the fiasco because that really was his friend SakomotoÕs fault. She had been avoiding him because she wasnÕt sure about how she felt about him. When she said ÒI can wait another year.Ó she really ment it and that scared her. After SoichiroÕs death she knew she would fall in love again but she didnÕt think it would be so soon after his death with a much younger man. Well in her heart she knew that two years wasnÕt a big difference and that fours years was a bit too long of a mourning period. She also realized the for every aspect that Yusaku was different from her dear departed husband, there was something similar about them. Was that why she was so affraid to talk to Yusaku she thought. Was she affraid of marrying someone who would was just like Soichiro only to have him die prematurly as well.
		Yusaku walked down the street in his normal half-sulking mood. He had just lost another oppurtonity at a part-time job and was almost out of money. If he didnÕt find a job soon he would have to starve himself so he could pay his rent and medical bills. ÒWell at least itÕs Kyoko is speaking to me again and my birthdayÕs soonÓ Godai thought to himself. The thoughts about Kyoko managed to cheer him up a bit but his thoughts became depressed soon afterwards. ÒKyokoÓ he whispered to himself with a slight amount of wistfullness. She made everything seem so wonderful but getting close to her was hard. ÒItÕs bad enough that she is a widow but why did a bunch of drunks, a too rich and too handsome tennis couch and a girl I really donÕt want to hurtÓ
have to get in our way Godai thought while cursing his luck under his breath. Godai thought of himself as an unfortunate romantic. The type of person for whom always had obstacles preventing him from getting close to the one he loved but once he did
get close his love would give the greatest rewards.
		ÒGood afternoon, Kyoko-sanÓ Godai said as he walked up the front steps of the Ikkoku-kan.
		ÒGood afternoon, Yusaku-kunÓ Kyoko said returning the greeting. Godai almost entered the doors of the Ikkoku-kan when KyokoÕs voice stoped him. ÒYusaku-kun?Ó
		ÒYes, Kyoko-san?Ó	  
		ÒYou have a follow up appointment for your leg this Saturday right?
		ÒYes. Why?Ó
		ÒBut isnÕt that your birthday? ItÕs kind of sad that you have to spend your birthday across town at a hospital.Ó
		ÒI donÕt really mind. Sakomoto is throwing me a small party on Sunday and I really donÕt like the way the drunks choose to celebrate my birthday.Ó
		ÒI see. Would you like me to go with you on Saturday? To keep you company.Ó
		ÒYes, I would like that alot.Ó Godai said with a wide smile as he entered the Ikkoku-kan struting.
		ÒI am going to tell him I love him this time.Ó Kyoko thought to herself as she watched Yusaku enter the Maison. ÒBut how am I going to tell him?Ó

			End of Part I
			AuthorÕs notes: Well what do you think? Part II will be coming out shortly and there will be sex (I promise. BoyscotÕs honour.)