Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Love Hina. I'm just using the characters for my sick and twisted amusement. All Marvel-related stuff belongs to Marvel Comics.. All the songs mentioned in this fic belongs to the bands/artists who made them. And I don't own the Cthulhu Mythos. Stormbringer is the property and creation of Michael Moorcock.
It was a dark (but not stormy) night.
Two long-eared beings stood in front of a grave.
They were elves.
One of them blond and the other one red-haired, dressed in clothes woven out of colourful fabrics. Their cloaks were forest-green and enabled them to meld with natural surroundings, almost invisible to the human eye. It was quite out of place to see such wondrous creatures carrying a katana in a scabbard each.
The engravings on the gravestone read "Seygram 13 burns in hell!!"
"I'm glad of being rid of that inferior fool." Said insert Japanese-like elven name here.
"Yes," replied insert Japanese-like elven name here also, "All who speak out against the superiority of the elven race must perish."
Ever since the earth consumed the deranged fic-writer and the infamous sword Stormbringer, people had placed a gravestone where he was swallowed up (after a big celebration that took seven days) and been generally happy.
He was a very much hated fic-writer. So they were glad that he was dead.
Especially the people who digged elves in fantasy literature and dissed the other races.
"Must you always piss on his grave?" asked insert Japanese-like elven name here also insert Japanese-like elven name here.
"Yes! I must show this worthless human my contempt of him (even though he rots in his grave)!"
He didn't get to begin his act as a black blade suddenly erupted from the earth and impaled itself in the belly of the blond elven male, cutting through the mithril shirt hidden under his clothes as if it was just plain silk.
"Aaaagghhh! Help! It's got me!"
And then he died as Stormbringer drank his soul.
A very much dirty fic-writer holding said blade, emerged from the earth. He was covered in dirt and earth, looking very pissed.
"I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!"
The red-haired male elf whimpered in terror and Seygram 13 cut him down, severing him in half as a sideways slash struck the elf in the torso. It seemed that the mithril was unable to deflect the blow.
"You know, Stormbringer?" he said afterwards, cleaning the blade with one of the cloaks worn by the elves.
"What?" said the Black Blade in an irritated tone.
"You could have been of some help with digging us out of here!!!!"
"I was made to devour souls, not digging through the earth!"
"Says the infamous Black Sword, one of the most powerful weapons in all the multiverse."
"I'm a sword, not a frickin' shovel!"
"Actually you're not a sword, but a living sentient evil being who has taken the form, shape and deadliness of one."
Seygram13 not wanting any further debates with the soul-devouring sword, decided instead to wipe his very much dirty glasses.
(One day I'll finally get rid of that BLEEPING sword! Not that I've tried many times to ditch it somewhere it can't find me.)
Even though Stormbringer was considered the most dangerous sword in the world and most likely the most powerful one in existence, Seygram13 hated it with every fibre of his being.
He had tried throwing it into a volcano, buried it in a pile of rubble, stuffing/spitting it deep into the torsos of various inhuman things, entombing it in a crypt, dropped it into the vast ocean; but it always seemed to come back to him for some reason.
At least it was useful as a weapon to slay munchkin elves with. Most elves nowadays had too many high stats and too good (to be true) AC that made it hard for other races to compete with. That and those BLEEPING mithril chain mail armours that even elven mages could wear. And how in the world did the elves of a medieval setting get the knowledge to make magical super katanas from the orient?! He really hated those fighter/mage bladesingers that kept popping up around the world.
Now was the time to unleash the most terrible Love Hina fic in the entire world.
A fic so horrible, so filled with Out Of Character moments, so demented that it would haul in as many flamings as possible.
Then he would be acknowledged as the supreme fic-writer of bad Love Hina fics. He would then be crowned as the worst of all the worst fic-writers.
For this story's called: Urashima Keitaro and THE ATTACK OF THE 50-FOOT NARU AND MOTOKO
Rated R for Retarded.
Flamings are recommended.
Chapter 1: Something wicked this way comes
It is said by some pessimists that life's a bitch and then you marry one. The really cynical ones that is.
But sometimes forces beyond our human reckoning can influence the course of destiny.
Take Keitaro Urashima for example.
In many parts of the multiverse he is destined to wed (the sometimes shrewish but also nice and deep-inside good-hearted ) Naru Narusegawa and attend Toudai, become an archaeologist, become a Seta look-a-like and blah… blah… blah… blah… blah.. happy ending and so on.
But in this reality Keitaro was the victim of a both fortunate and unfortunate accident that altered the course of this individual forever.
To be short and very blunt--he became a super-villain hellbent on causing mayhem and destruction….and later conquering the world and turn people like you and me into his thralls.
The fortunate thing was that he didn't end up as a miniature clone of Seta.
No one knew that punching Keitaro so hard and hurtling him towards or rather upwards to Kaolla Su's room and into the table where several chemicals in test tubes and vials would make him spite the destiny laid before him and embrace the path of evil.
Unleashing the dark side of the young man, his frustration, his anger, his thirst for revenge, and the sadism that lurks in the soul of us all.
With all his moral restraints gone he became--the Ronin--a villain without equal (in his mind at least).
Later in his career he founded the evil organization K.A.P.P.A. with his protégé, the little girl known as Sarah MacDougal, who willingly embraced the path of her new mentor.
KAPPA came close to world domination with the powerful Hate Ray MK I™, but thanks to the intervention of the crazed vigilante Punisher and the wise cowardice of all the KAPPA members, the world was saved.
Since the "Island", his island base was blown up due to the activation of your average day self-destruct mechanisms, KAPPA had to re-locate their headquarters.
Now in Syria, under the Krak des Chevaliers, KAPPA had found the perfect hiding place. Having built an underground base under this famous stronghold and tourist attraction, they had become as good as undetectable by any protagonists that were looking for them.
In the HQ's control room, Number Three was reading several documents about the activities of KAPPA around the world.
Things certainly looked positive today; while there were a few setbacks, the organization could afford them.
"How soon before the Hate Ray MK II ™ is finished?" he asked one of the many technicians monitoring the activities of KAPPA agents around the world with the ultra-modern surveillance systems that had recently been purchased.
"Only a few days before it is ready, sir." the technician replied.
"Very well, carry on then."
"Pardon me for bothering you, Number Three, but where is Number One?"
"He's busy somewhere else."
"I take it that any more information is classified."
"It sure is."
"What was that name of that tiny and almost unknown nation we were supposed to test it on? The one I keep forgetting."
"Molmol, if I'm not mistaken."
Meanwhile….
In the newly established KAPPA base under the Hinata-sou, Keitaro was hatching a diabolical scheme as usual.
He and Sarah had decided to build a base under the abandoned dormitory. This underground facility was to be the place where the might of the powerful Hate Ray MK II™ would be unleashed and result in his glorious and evil ascendancy as ruler of the world.
While the Krak des Chevaliers was the main headquarters of KAPPA, Keitaro was not the fool to risk the safety of the HQ when activating his new doomsday device.
Besides he wanted to fire it in Hinata just for the irony of it all.
The place of his rebirth as a totally different person.
Where it all began.
Nostalgia.
But know he was busy with tormenting his former "love" and kendo-girl by reciting poetry.
"And I kissed the decaying lips of your severed head as I danced over your dug up grave…."
Macabre poetry that is.
"The moon was shining on my naked body as I defiled your final resting place. My insane laughter echoing from the cold dark moors. My unholy joy as I sung the praises to the dark ones."
Naru Narusegawa and Motoko Aoyama looked like they were completely stoned (both had a blank look in their eyes and it seemed that Motoko was in fact drooling), having heard poetry so tasteless and idiotic for over five hours--that their brains shut down in self-defence. They were shackled to very expensive and comfortable chairs as the Ronin pranced in front of them while reading from a little book.
"I don't think they can hear you anymore, Boss," informed Naomi, the clone of Naru while taking out the earplugs placed in her ears to block out the horrible sounds. Practicality was one of her vices. She had been sitting in a chair nearby reading a paperback book.
"I agree with Naomi, Four-eyes." were the words coming from Mariam, Motoko's sarcastic clone as she nonchalantly threw her earplugs into the trash bin that stood a few metres behind her, showing that she also possessed the Aoyama's almost inhuman precision and skills.
The clones had themselves decided what their names were going to be. Naomi just used the "N" in Naru to make her name, while Mariam used the "M" in Motoko to make hers. Today they were dressed in casual street clothes. Mariam wore a black t-shirt where it read "Born 2 Kill" on the front and a black leather jacket as well. Her blue jeans and dark trainers completed her look as an out of place Japanese trying to look like a punk. Naomi was no better, wearing a blood-red t-shirt where it read "Natural Born Killer" in yellow letters as well as a brown leather jacket and black jeans and grey-blue sneakers.
"I think I'll ignore what you just said, Mariam-chan."
"Don't call me that!" she angrily retorted.
"Then stop calling me 'Four-eyes', joker." Was the remark coming from Keitaro.
"Very well. A truce then." she finally said. For now she let him have his moment of triumph, but she would soon tip the scales of their "debates" when his defences were down.
Naomi was getting really tired of the verbal duels between Mariam and their creator. The two of them seemed to enjoy their discussions in their own way, but it was a real pain to the others listening to them bicker. She shrugged and went back to reading Stephen King's novel Carrie which is practically a heart-warming story of a telekinetic killing most of her abusers in a grisly way.
Number Two, a.k.a. Sarah MacDougal was sparring with the men in the training room, teaching them some unorthodox martial arts moves that could be useful in dangerous situations.
Meanwhile…
In a giant underground complex under the rebuilt Toudai, resided a cult of really despicable proportions.
Originally this cult originated from Massachusetts (their leader being a descendant of the people living in Innsmouth), but had for bizarre reasons established a stronghold in Nippon (Japan) under the Tokyo University.
The high priest was your average day cultist leader, cruel, intelligent, ruthless and so on.
But for reasons unknown to man…he had actually married a female deep one.
Yes he married a frog-like fish-woman entity and had children! DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT LIKE THIS!!
Two sons in fact.
The divorce had been rather messy. Living sacrifices. Bolts of arcane energy being flung like hail. Summoning of creatures that would make most people spend the rest of their lives in an asylum (or making them the creature's next meal).
In the end it was the wife who gained the custody of the boys, but that didn't stop the father from visiting his sons and his sons from visiting him.
"Croak?" croaked the son to his father.
"Yes, Leonard, I'm sure that your mother hasn't been able to trace us with her scrying spells again."
Leonard who was the oldest of the two had been subjected to a spell from his mother that sped up the gradual transformation to a deep one against his will. He didn't mind being scaly and slimy anymore, retaining his human side and intelligence and now being able to tour the seas for free, but he couldn't do the knife trick anymore since he know had webbed hands. He still wore human clothes. Today he was wearing grey jeans and a white t-shirt that read "My parents went to R'lyeh and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt!" in a language unknown to most humans.
"I sure hope so, dad." said Hannibal, his youngest son who in fact appeared like a normal boy at his age. But he had the tendency to wear his cultist robes everywhere he went. When a rather rude and drunk Japanese insulted him by calling him a girly gaijin wearing a dress, he responded by later summoning a pack of Byakhees that ate the man slowly in a very gruesome manner.
A note of advice: If you see an individual dressed in sinister cultist robes roaming the
"Croak?"
"What am I working on know. Well, Leonard, it's one of the most powerful creations ever made!"
He led the boys through various corridors and to a very large door forged of an unknown metal.
The high priest began to chant an ancient spell in a guttural tongue, and as he finished reciting the incantation, the doors began by unknown force to open before him, swinging outwards silently.
What the boys saw was rather startling.
"Isn't it beautiful, boys!" their father sighed in satisfaction, tears of joy in his eyes. "BEHOLD THE POWERFUL AND ALMIGHTY………..MECHA-CTHULHU"
"Croak!?!"
"I agree with you, big brother. I think our dear, dear father has totally loco."
Hannibal looked critically at his father. "Honestly, dad…. WHAT IN THE WORLD POSSESSED YOU INTO BUILDING A GIANT MECHA VERSION OF THE GREAT CTHULHU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mother Hydra and Father Dagon! Have gone out of your mind!!"
The great high priest named Clarence the Mad, leader of this cult devoted to Cthulhu, had in fact built a giant green metallic 50-foot version of the Great Old One.
It possessed great metallic wings and a face covered with several metallic tentacles. All in all a somewhat smaller metallic replicate of the great and terrible Cthulhu.
"And soon those destined to pilot it will come." Said the high priest while pointing at three engraving on one of the rock walls.
They were engravings of three people.
All of them wearing what seemed to be glasses of various sizes.
One of them seemed to be a little chubby or big-boned, while one of the others seemed a little bit thinner than the others. The last one appeared quite normal when it came to how he looked, but it seemed rather strange that he was riding a flying turtle made of metal. And that he was grinning like a maniac.
"Soon The Ones Who Will Cause Great Mayhem And Destruction will come and claim the birthright which is rightfully theirs!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
"Croak?"
"When the time will come? Soon. Very soon; maybe sooner than you think." he finished with but a whisper.
"Yeah, right!" commented Hannibal sarcastically.
It was a very nice day for Shinobu Maehara.
Her parents hadn't argued all day, and she was just sitting on a bench in the park while enjoying the silence and serenity around her.
While she missed Keitaro and the others, she was happy for her Sempai that he had finally stood up for himself...
even if he became a super-villain. She was glad that he was free to do as he wished.
It had hurt to let him go like that, but at least he was free, free of all the restraints that bound him.
He had looked so happy and free as he flew from Hinata, even after he crashed through that building on full impact, like a caged wild animal freed from imprisonment…and rabid as hell.
She wondered what happened to the others after most of them had been sentenced to prison a while ago. She had read in the newspaper that Keitaro's aunt had been in a rather unfortunate accident in prison, and that the prison doctor was placed in an asylum. She got no info about Kitsune in the paper though.
Naru-sempai and Motoko-sempai had been kidnapped by Keitaro when he stormed the maximum security prison they were placed in, and no word of them was heard since.
It could have something to do with that broadcast where he told about that Hate Ray of his that would turn all the women into angry versions of Naru and Motoko at their worst.
(Nah! I must be reading too many gaijin comics.) Shinobu thought.
"Hey! No civilians allowed!" bellowed an American soldier at the guard post, while wishing that he had never been stationed in BLEEPING Okinawa in BLEEPING Japan in the BLEEPING American base where he was standing guard.
He didn't have anything against the local populace here. He just hated the fact that some of the people stereotyped most of them as arrogant bastards who thought they could do whatever they liked and get away with it. He had only taken a few drinks in a bar and then bumped into a Japanese woman by pure accident. And she began screaming about assault, rude gaijin and all that drivel. Luckily the courts managed to clear out the accident, and discovering that the woman had been drinking too much. He still hated what they wrote about him in the papers though.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I seem to be lost." Mutsumi Otohime apologized in English. She was visiting her family in Okinawa where she used to live, recovering from the entire ordeal in Hinata. She had simply taken a walk, but being simply Mutsumi, she had somehow by bad luck ended up in front of one of the American bases in Okinawa.
"I'm no tour guide. Just ask one of your fellow citizens for directions."
Then Mutsumi fainted.
The soldier looked panicked.
"I didn't do anything to her!" he shouted to the other pedestrians in the area, hoping that they wouldn't tear him to pieces.
A few of them looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Oh that's just Mutsumi Otohime. She's an anaemic. Nothing to worry about, she faints all the time. She'll wake up after a while." a young man said.
"Could you please bring her to the nearest hospital? It isn't exactly good for us guys stationed here if a tabloid reporter begins writing lies about us assaulting Japanese women again. I've told you a million times that it was just an accident!"
"Isn't the infirmary in your base closer?"
"What?"
"Just place her in one of the hospital beds and she'll later come around."
"Oh no, you don't! You're just planning to sick the press on his us and accuse us of gang-banging an innocent girl who just happened to 'faint' in front of our base after I've placed her in the infirmary! Hey, You! Wake Up!" he shouted as he began to shake the unconscious Mutsumi.
"I'm not doing a smear campaign against you, honest."
"Then just get her to the nearest hospital, chump!"
"You know, I could call the local press and accuse you of not helping people in dire need."
The guard looked at him disgusted and frustrated. "All right! All right! But you, you, you, you and you are coming with as witnesses to prove that nothing happened here!" he said pointing and randomly choosing five Japanese: one old man, a guy dressed as a punk, one woman, a teenage girl, and the young man he was talking to.
"But I don't know her!" whimpered the old man in broken English.
"Move!" the guard said while fingering his rifle.
And they obeyed.
"Crazy gaijin!" muttered a nine-year old Japanese boy while walking past them, having seen the entire incident.
After placing the unconscious girl on one of the sick beds, the guard gave two of the people video cameras and told them to keep filming the girl until she woke up to show that nothing "happened" in the infirmary.
He also gave them some magazines to read before he went back to his post. Luckily a friend temporarily stood guard while he herded the five people while carrying the unconscious girl into the infirmary.
The punk immediately produced a make-up set and began to paint a clown mask on Mutsmi's sleeping face when the guard was gone, having been released from the psychiatric clinic only moments for having a strange obsession with painting the faces of other people until they looked like clowns.
The others were amused.
A few days earlier…
"Black Mamba to King Cobra. Do you read me? Over." Kanako Urashima said, having activated the com-link on her wrist.
"I read you, Black Mamba. What's your status, Sis?"
"I've infiltrated the outer grounds of the Japanese military complex, 'Bro'. Waiting for further orders."
"Well I need you to sabotage the secret weapon they're building and steal the Japanese version of the Giant-Man formula based upon the original Giant-Man formula by Dr. Henry Pym, using his Pym particles theory. You know the guy who used to call himself Ant-Man, Yellowjacket, Giant-Man, Goliath and is a member of the Avengers." Keitaro said. "You think you can do it?"
Kanako thought about it for a few seconds. "I could try, but I'm not promising anything."
"If it gets too dangerous, just pull out. I won't hold anything against you, Kanako. Just be careful."
"Affirmative, Black Mamba over and out." she said and turned off her wrist com-link.
Kanako Urashima: stepsister of Keitaro. An expert in disguise and as lethal as anything lethal on the planet. Trained in martial arts. Ruthless and intelligent.
After having been adopted for a while in the Urashima family, Kanako fell in love with her own stepbrother, due to his kindness and supportiveness. Many times she wished that she had been adopted by another family, knowing that having a relationship with her stepsibling was taboo.
When that kind man had disappeared, replaced by the Ronin, something in her had died that day. At first she didn't know what that feeling was, but then she began to realize that it was the love she had harboured for him that disappeared. While despairing at first, she was realistic enough to simply get over it. But that took a while.
Then much to her surprise, Keitaro contacted her.
He offered her a job that would allow her to expand her various skills--as the top agent and assassin of KAPPA. He offered her power. And he offered a harem composed of clones cloned from the blood and tissue of his former self (the kind-hearted and patient git who was clumsy and lovable).
She had noticed that this Keitaro was as different to the old Keitaro, as a lamb was the total opposite of a grey old wolf.
She accepted the offer willingly and eagerly.
The void was then filled with sibling love and understanding. While it didn't completely remove the love lost, she now felt that they were more than before kindred in spirit. They respected each other as equals, even though Keitaro could be a little overprotective sometimes.
Her black bodysuit was helping her meld into the shadows tremendously. While she was skilled in the art of stealth and sneaking, she knew that usage of various gear could mean either life or death when various unexpected situations arose.
The night was her element as she moved in the shadows like a cat silently stalking its prey.
(Too easy!) she thought as she snuck up on an unsuspecting lone guard reading a whodunit novel, taking him out with a open-handed blow to the neck with her right hand. (Good night, Gracie!)
"What's up, Yosuke?" one of the soldiers guarding one of the entrances to the complex asked the other soldier who approached them.
"Hi, Hiroshi. Just going back to my locker to fetch some more books, since I somehow managed to finish this novel faster than I expected."
"Captain Yasunori isn't going to be happy about this again, friend. He swore that the next time he caught you sneaking to your locker while on guard duty, he would himself feed you to the sharks."
"I know the captain means well, but he can be too uptight for comfort sometimes."
"You're telling me," muttered another soldier. "You know how many times he forced me to polish my boots?"
"Nine times until he was finally satisfied?"
"You see! That's how uptight that bastard is even in a good mood!"
Yosuke then dragged his ID card through the card slot placed on the left side of the massive steel door, then punched in his private entry code on the panel under the slot. "You want me to get some coffee for you?" he said as the door slowly opened before him.
"Nah, just be quick about getting the books before you get caught by one of Yasunori's goons."
"Thanks, I owe you guys one."
"You say that every time, Yosuke."
Yosuke then entered and closed the door by pressing the button inside that closed it.
(Just like I said--too easy!) "Yosuke" thought.
Number Three had given her files containing names of men and women working outside and inside the facility, even revealing quirks, habits, hobbies and secrets the persons had.
The tied-up, unconscious and gagged Yosuke lay hidden somewhere safe as she stole his identity to simply gain entry to this well-guarded place.
Kanako began to scratch her itching head. (I hate those cheap mail-order wigs!)
She now knew why they in fact were so inexpensive, since they were in fact too itching for comfort.
She immediately entered the female bathroom, seeing it devoid of any witnesses and promptly flushed the hateful wig down the toilet in one of the stalls.
"Now to get another disguise." She whispered to herself, while taking off the uniform she had nabbed from that guard. Now she only had to wait for another victim.
She didn't have to wait long as a female scientist entered the bathroom. She was quickly subdued when Kanako from her hiding place on the ceiling dropped down on her and then slammed her head against the floor after a few seconds of impact. Kanako then pulled out a giant band of duct tape and gagged and tied the unconscious scientist up in one of the toilet stalls, then remembering that she forgot to take off the scientist's clothes had to untie her then take off her clothes and then re-tie her afterwards.
"Doctor Masami", the renowned chemist, exited the bathroom, her destination: The Lab Area.
The guards and fellow scientists she passed thought it odd that she was sometimes scratching her head.
(Argh! Next time, buy the expensive ones!) she berated herself.
Using the ID card and the personal code downloaded into her wrist computer and com-link hidden under the lab coat, she easily gained entry into the vast laboratory crawling with scientists and a few guards.
"Ah, right on time, Dr. Masami!" exclaimed an old male scientist to her. "We were just going to test the Giant-Man formula on one of the test subjects."
He then led her to a small table surrounded by other scientists. On the table lay two small flasks containing a strange liquid.
"It took us years, but finally we are able to replicate the growth expanding serum guarded viciously by the ignorant fool who made Ultron."
(Ah! It itches! It itches!) Kanako began desperately scratching her aching head, resulting that the wig fell off and saving the readers from boring technical monologues and dialogues from the lead scientist. (Uh-oh! My cover's blown!!)
She quickly grabbed the two flasks and placed them in one of the storage pouches in her belt under the lab coat before any of them could react.
That is until now.
"A spy! Get her!" the lead scientist bellowed before the heel of Kanako's left foot caught his chin in a vicious roundhouse kick, throwing him onto four scientists. She then pounced on one of the guards before he could remove the automatic pistol in his holster, delivering a foot edge kick to one of his knees and then downing him with a back fist blow as he screamed in pain. A scientist made a grab for the guy's gun, but she attacked with a jumping kick to the solar plexus and grabbed the gun as she took a defensive roll to avoid the gunfire from the other guards.
She kicked down one of the tables, spilling beakers of chemical over the sterile floor, using it as a cover. Kanako traded fire with the other guards, using precision mastered by only few marksmen, and downing them with wounding shots to either the legs or the arms. After firing a three warning shots against the scientists, she heard the clicking sound as she anew pulled the trigger, realizing that she was out of bullets. She knew that making a run for one of the guards guns or ammo clips could cost her dearly and threw the empty Glock 17 at a advancing scientist holding one of the downed guard's guns, sending him twitching on the floor when it struck right in the face.
The alarm began to howl.
Kanko knowing she had only a few minutes to complete her second objective, grabbed one of the unconscious scientists and used him as a living shield as she ran for the door. It seemed to work as she knew that most of the personnel in the laboratory were irreplaceable.
As she exited the lab, she dropped the scientist like a sack of potatoes and made a run for the storage chamber where the most dangerous weapons where holed up.
She ripped off the disguise as she ran, her black bodysuit as dark as the shadows in the darkened corridor.
Most of the guards were easily dealt with when she encountered them, most of them lacking her ferocity and skill in close combat. Some of them were skilled in unarmed combat, managing to deal out a blow or two that connected, even though she managed to block most of them. A rifle butt suddenly connected to her face after downing three guards, making her spit blood. One of the guards had been waiting for the others to exhaust her before taking her on singly.
(Smart guy.) Kanako though as she gritted her teeth and positioned herself in a defensive combat stance.
The guard grinned as he then began to swing the rifle like club against her stomach.
Kanako immediately blocked with the outside of her left arm. The arm absorbed the impact meant for its intended target, making her howl in pain, clutching it with her right.
(Nothing's broken yet! Can't afford another block!)
Her adversary smiled viciously as he turned the rifle around and strapped on a razor-sharp bayonet.
Kanako responded by pulling out her secret weapon given to her by the KAPPA weapon facility. It was….. a rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle which she held by the head and neck.
"Very funny, miss! Are you trying to make me laugh to death!" the soldier mocked, then screamed and charged, the bayonet aimed at one of her legs.
She quickly sidestepped, receiving only a glancing blow that could be counted as a flesh wound. "Have at thee!!" she screamed and struck with full force, the pulley squeaking as she struck him squarely on the face, breaking his nose and sending him to the land of the dreaming.
She strapped the chicken to her belt and grabbed the assault rifle, knowing that it was loaded.
(Luckily for me that moron decided to take me on in close combat or I would have been dead or worse, captured and then tortured!) she thought as she turned of the safety of the rifle. She didn't know what model it was or who manufactured it, and frankly she did not care as long as it served her purpose.
She knew that even if they found and examined the rifle, they would only get the fake fingerprints of a woman reported deceased in a fire accident. She had to thank the boys back in the KAPPA HQ in Syria for the fake skin layer on her hands. But on the other hand since it was possible to discover most people's identities through DNA nowadays, it would only temporarily hold back the evidence of her presence. Unless she made a few measures of her own.
Luckily the ID card she had earlier filched from the lead scientist as he led her to the table allowed her to enter the storage complex even if the alarm was activated.
She entered a platform in a giant storage hangar.
"Looks like someone's been watching too much goddamn Gundam!" she laughed mockingly as she saw the military's top secret weapon.
Even though Keitaro loved to watch the various Gundam series as a kid, she had hated them with a passion that bordered on unholy, preferring to watch Dirty Harry films instead. She had sometimes watched a few episodes of various Gundam series with her brother when she was bored though. At least she and Keitaro both loved watching MacGyver on television.
What she saw was a giant robot that resembled a Gundam. Kanako didn't know which model it looked like and frankly did not care.
"There she is! Get her!"
She looked down from the platform and saw soldiers appearing from another entrance that lay several feet under where she stood. And from the sound of the banging on the closed metal door behind her the soldiers were attempting to break through the door.
She activated her wrist computer and punched in a few buttons.
(Only got a few minutes before the welcoming committee breaks through that d-)
She didn't get to finish as a hole was blasted through the door. She fired a few bursts through the "opening" keeping the soldiers at bay while still retaining some bullets.
She quickly looked for an escape route. (Shit! No ventilation shafts nearby. Too high to jump. Only a steel cable leading to a platform near that frickin' robot . Waitaminute?!? Cable?!)
She then remembered an old point and click adventure game by Lucasarts®: The Secret of Monkey Island™. She had and Keitaro had fun playing it on an old computer given to her by one of their relatives several years ago.
And she knew what had to be done.
She un-strapped the rubber chicken on her belt, placed the pulley over cable and grabbing hold of the legs she ran over to the edge of the platform. Bullets passing by her as she began to ride the cable over to the other side.
As she arrived on the other side, she heard an explosion and from a new hole in the ceiling, her brother's Tama Glider descended in front of her.
She twisted the head of the rubber chicken off and threw the headless rubber instrument near the giant mecha as it began to tick.
She jumped onto the glider, and raced for the exit the thing had made.
(1…2…3…4…5…and-)
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A tremendous explosion rocked the hangar as the high-explosive Rubber-Chicken-With-A-Pulley-In-The Middle Diablo Edition Mark 666™ detonated, turning the giant robot into heated scrap metal.
Kanako laughed like a madwoman she felt fresh air through her face again, enjoying the freedom of flying. Riding her brother's infamous Tama Glider was really something.
Behind her lay the complex, a big hole through a part of the roof and smoke coming from it.
She activated the com-link. "Black Mamba to King Cobra. Mission accomplished. I repeat--mission accomplished."
"Good work, Black Mamba." The Ronin replied. "Return to base and I'll have those clones up in a jiffy."
"I think I'll be content with just one, Keitaro. One's more than enough in my opinion."
"I thought all girls like you secretly wanted a harem to indulge all manners of twisted NC-17 fantasies."
"Then you were mistaken." Kanako corrected him, showing that she did in fact have a lot of common sense. And besides it was expensive to run a harem.
"Seems that way." Keitaro admitted.
Kanako suddenly had the urge to sing Iron Maiden's Bring Your Daughter…To The Slaughter as she soared through the sky.
The present:
"Hey, Kaolla," Shinobu said to her friend as she sat down beside her on the park bench. "Haven't seen you for a while."
It had taken a while before the authorities had finally allowed Kaolla Su into the country (after numerous bribes from the Royal family of Molmol).
She heard the sound of something moving in a bush behind them.
Shinobu then remembered that one condition of allowing Su into Japan was that an agent was to monitor her activities for a while to see if she was a considerable danger factor. Several camera footages withheld from public revealed Keitaro smashing into several chemicals, later transforming him into the diabolical Ronin, The destroyer of the Tokyo University, the IDIOT Villain with too much luck than should be allowed, the mastermind behind KAPPA and wannabe conqueror of the world.
The government ignored most of Su's earlier antics (despite the property damage caused), seeing the danger should a foreign power ever obtain knowledge of the chemical substances doused on the once kind, patient, dumb and lovable Keitaro. It would have been a catastrophe if someone had been going around turning people into villains and turning them loose in society.
Luckily she couldn't remember most of the formulas, so they allowed the little genius into the country (after more bribes from Molmol) under a temporary surveillance.
"Hi, Shinobu!" Su smiled at her. Shinobu smiled back.
While Kaolla was a little too dangerous for comfort, she was also a good friend to be with.
They had earlier agreed meeting each other in the park…. and had decided to visit the Hinata-sou for old time's sake…..
Naru and Motoko had finally recovered from what seems to be the most terrible poetry ever heard. They were back in their respective cells in their grey prison uniforms. Their vision was a little blurry, and it seemed that they had acquired a headache. After their vision had recovered both of them saw a tray with a glass of cold water and two pills in each of their cells.
"I got you some medication for that headache," Naomi said to them, while sitting on a bench outside the cells with one of the guards reading the newspaper and continued discussing the domestic and foreign politics of several countries, trying to point out positive and negative things in an objective way.
The two prisoners gratefully swallowed the pills, downing them with cold water.
"So Naomi," Naru finally began to ask a few minutes after her head had cleared, "What's Keitaro's newest 'scheme'?"
"Nothing in particular," said Naomi indifferently, "He's just trying to plug you into his newest Hate Ray ™ ray gun and unleash it on Molmol from the Hinata-sou to demonstrate his power. I seriously think he's just doing it 'cos he's got some kind of sick grudge against the people of Molmol for spawning Kaolla Su. Kinda pathetic if you ask me."
"How can you act so indifferently when Urashima is doing something fiendish?" Motoko asked her. "And by the way, where's Mariam?" Motoko's eyes hardened as she uttered that name.
"She's training her kendo skills in the combat room as usual, teaching a few enthusiasts how to handle various swords. She's also skilled in wielding bladed weapons from all around the world. Did you know that she managed to disarm a guy wielding a katana with a rapier without taking any damage? Did I mention the incident with the cutlass or that with the scimitar? I loved how she took out the guy wielding a first-class razor-sharp katana with a medieval long sword."
Motoko growled as she heard what that heretic clone of hers was doing to the name of the Shinmei school. Using her techniques with non-Japanese blades was completely anathema to her. Mariam had in vain tried to discuss with her the advantages of training with various swords, but Motoko had angrily retorted by accusing her of thinking like a goddamn gaijin. Mariam had responded by calling her a feudal age bitch who wanted the old ways of upper class people oppressing ordinary people back then to return.
"The Tokyo University has been rebuilt by the way, Naru." Naomi said, "If you somehow manage to escape (which I seriously doubt) I think you can manage those entry exams and become a student of that place."
"Why haven't you attended Toudai then?" Naru asked her clone.
Naomi began to laugh at the question and she said, "I may be a clone of you, Naru, but I'm not obsessed with the Tokyo U like you, Mutsumi and Keitaro (before his transformation) were. And unlike you I never destroyed my eyes by studying day and night non-stop like a machine. In contrast to you I like to enjoy my life as your average day normal woman, and not studying like a BLEEPING intellectual."
Naru was now reminded why she deeply inside despised Naomi. That was because Naomi due to philosophical and ethical reasons didn't like to work day and night for the perfect scores and become a high-ranking student. Naomi was her antithesis in many ways but also similar to her in others. Naru had been a fighter struggling fervently to reach the rank of one of the best students in the country, sacrificing her good sight for it. And Naomi had so callously thrown that remark about the price she paid for it like it was just a big joke.
A lot of sentences involving much swearing erupted from Naru's cell as she tried to break through the barred doors and strangle Naomi.
Naomi chuckled. She knew how to get a rise from Naru now and then. It was just something to kill time.
The guards sighed and put on their earplugs to block out the racket.
Well, here's the stuff you wanted," Kanako said as she placed the two small flasks containing the untested Japanese version of the Giant-Man formula on the infirmary table.
"Seriously, Kanako, I think you're in need of a well-earned vacation," commented Keitaro in an advising tone. "You have to let your arm and injuries heal."
Kanako's left arm was bandaged while other bandages covered other injuries.
"I agree with you, brother. I really need to take some time off for a while, definitely." she responded.
Then one of the doors leading to the infirmary opened, and in stepped an almost identical copy of Keitaro. The main difference between the two was that the copy resembled the old dumb, incredibly dense but lovable Keitaro, and the fact that the original had been turned into a super-villain. The clone was also wearing Keitaro's old clothes from back then.
"This is 'Keith', a clone created from old tissue and blood samples taken before my 'rebirth'." The Ronin said. "He will take care of you while you are recovering and be your consort."
"How do you do," Keith said to Kanako with a polite nod.
"Since he's only clone of me and wasn't raised with you as a sibling, I think that you can marry him without having most people scream about incest (even though we are in fact stepsiblings).
"Must you always mention that I'm a clone?" Keith said dryly to Keitaro. "I do in fact have feelings you know."
"Sorry." Keitaro apologized.
"Let's cut to the chase: I was made to be Kanako's personal servant but fortunately not as her sex slave (so don't try anything kinky with or I will leave). I have my own will and personality based loosely on Keitaro's old mind patterns, but was allowed to develop partly my own personality and quirks. I also possess the same "invulnerability" as Keitaro."
"You're not exactly what I expected, but you'll do at least." Kanako sighed.
(Leave to my brother turned super-villain to make clones that have rather strange personalities that would make most normal people quiver if they met them.)
"Where to then, O Mistress of Disguises and Hand to Hand Combat," Keith said jokingly to Kanako.
"I would have called myself Lady Deathstrike, hadn't that name already been taken by Yuriko Oyama, and I have also not decided yet where we're going," Kanako informed him.
"What about Viper?"
"That's also taken."
"You could use Black Mamba." Keith suggested.
"I like the sound of that." The Ronin said, "What do you think, Kanako?"
"Might as well take it." Kanako shrugged.
"By the way, I have a suggestion for travelling locations that may suit your taste."
"Spit it out, Keith."
"Wien (or Vienna as it is called in English) seems like a nice place to visit, don't you think? We could try Prague instead if you're not interested."
Kanako smiled faintly.
"No, Vienna seems nice enough, Keith. Let's go."
Okinawa:
"So you are telling me that this young woman is actually suffering from anaemia?"
"Yes, doctor." the punk answered in English.
One of the doctors in the military compound had arrived to see if there were anyone in need of his "assistance". He had also thought that the clown mask the punk had painted on Mutsumi's was incredibly funny and artistic (even praising the punk's painting skills). He was old and had white hair and a trimmed white beard. And he wore a lab coat over his normal clothes.
"Then she is in luck. For I have invented the first real cure in combating this sickness!"
The people looked at the doctor puzzled as he shouted for his assistants. "Masayuki! Kimiaki! Come!"
Haitani and Shirai wearing lab coats came through one of the closet doors in the room where Mutsumi lay.
"Yes, doc?" both of them answered.
"Take this woman to the underground lab under the infirmary."
"Okay." they said and picked up the unconscious anaemic Okinawan and disappeared into the closet.
After an ugly incident in Tokyo involving the pestering of a young girl near an exclusive cafe who was the daughter of an affluent Yakuza crime lord, and said father wanting to "hurt" them for bothering his little girl, the two decided that hiding somewhere was the wisest thing to do. After getting to Okinawa, they bumped into this old man working in one of the American bases as a doctor while he was reading a book about science in a book store.
Luckily the doctor who was formerly a renowned mad scientist in the 70's was in need of two assistants. The underground laboratory under the American military base was one of the safest places they could find.
One of his greatest inventions was the Magical Girl B Gone spray that was banned by the Geneva Convention after the Senshi massacre in 1995 where magical girls dropped dead like flies after being sprayed with the vile contents of the spray cans, saving people from another stupid utopia where magical girls would rule the world and wear ghastly costumes that would make most people go blind in sheer horror.
The doctor turned to the others. "If you would be so kind and accompany me, I will show you this revolutionized cure that will probably be used in the future. And please do bring the cameras with you to prove that my assistants aren't doing anything lecherous against my patient."
After he also had disappeared into the closet, the artistic punk was the first who actually had the willpower to enter the secret entrance to this old man. And after a while the rest of the people stepped inside it. They discovered that the closet was some kind of high-speed elevator leading to an underground complex that looked like something taken out of a film with mad scientists.
The young man who knew Mutsumi really thought this was getting out of hand, but didn't say it to the others.
On a medical table lay Mutsumi surrounded by Haitani, Shirai and the doctor and a lot of medical instruments and wicked looking instruments that looked very uncomfortable.
"Is this a really good idea, doc?" Shirai asked the mad scientist.
"Certainly, Kimiaki, for this will be the most potent cure against anaemia." the mad scientist responded.
"I have a bad feeling about this," said Haitani nervously. "We've never done this before."
"Well, there's always a first time and to cure this young woman we must turn her into the worlds most sophisticated…..cyborg….."
Very evil music is played in the background as the scientist begins to laugh like only a mad scientist can
"Ara, What happened?" said Mutsumi as she awoke from her fainting spell, feeling the metallic surface of the medical table she lay on. Her body felt different, almost as if she somehow had become stronger. And that she had the feeling that someone had painted her face with something.
"I have cured you of your anaemia, Ms. Otohime," said a man in English. "By equipping you with bionic limbs that make you stronger, faster and more endurable and reinforcing your body with various cybernetic enhancements that neutralizes the problem with your blood, strengthening it beyond that of most men and giving you the resistance and endurance of a tank. Most of your internal organs are intact by the way."
She looked puzzled at the mad scientist and the rather pale-looking friends of Urashima-kun who had helped him with the various operations on her. The reactions of the five people were varied. The old man, the woman and the guy who knew Mutsumi looked rather green, while the punk and the teenage girl were training the cameras on Mutsumi, looking very intrigued and interested.
"Why are they grinning?" Shirai asked Haitani looking a little worried.
"Because it's not everyday you see someone turn a girl into a cyborg just to cure her of anaemia while she still looks like a clown." Haitani responded while thinking that if someone asked the two people holding the cameras what profession they would apply for: they would answer mad scientist.
The old guy was a nice person at heart, but also a wee too enthusiastic when it came to use his skills on someone.
Like the BFG (Bimbo Fragging Gun) 20 000 he made to blow up all big-breasted and scantily clad adversaries with too good to be true skills and too revealing clothes who usually bothered him every Monday afternoon when he was enjoying the Discovery Channel and drinking well-brewed coffee. He didn't have anything against them, but no one "bothered" him when he was watching documentaries.
It usually took a while for the two to collect all the body parts flung across the complex and sweeping the dust and ashes, even if they used advanced cleaning equipment. It still was fun when the doc let them borrow the BFG and let them take care of the problem at hand. Haitani had nailed 18, while Shirai had blasted 22, and Haitani was really itching to beat Shirai's score.
They still both hated cleaning up afterwards though.
The doctor said to Mutsumi, "Could you please hit that block of solid concrete to your left side? "
As she stood up from the table, Mutsumi did indeed see a block of concrete, lying a few metres from the medical table.
Normally Mutsumi would never have fulfilled such an absurd request like throwing a swing at a concrete block (which is very self-destructive and not to mention entirely stupid and hazardous to your hand), but since she felt rather different than before, almost as if someone had swapped bodies with her and a female wrestler….she did as she was told (or asked if you want a more detailed answer).
The block crumbled after Mutsumi literally punched a hole in the middle, the cracking sounds dissipating as quickly as they came.
"…….. " she said while looking very surprised while still to look as cheerful as before. Which she failed to do.
The doctor was grinning like a man who had demolished the house of his irritating neighbour using knowledge acquired from watching too much MacGyver and having too good imagination. "Excellent! It worked!" he laughed.
Haitani and Shirai sighed in bitter defeat, knowing that their employer was a loon with too much intelligence and too many gadgets and the fact that this was not the first time he had done something incredibly insane.
After sending one distraught old man, one shocked woman, a very pale young man, a fascinated girl in her teens and a young punk who was equally intrigued back to the surface; Kimiaki and Haitani headed towards their living quarters to watch some of the unwatched porn movies they had acquired.
That was until the doc called for them.
"I want you to take Miss Otohime to Hinata to observe her interaction with other people after the treatment and prove that this is the "cure" against anaemia to the outside world."
"There is a minor problem, boss." Haitani said in a rather improved English (courtesy of watching a lot of American porn movies and watching the Discovery Channel). "a) We hit on the wrong girl a while back. b) Her dad's a Yakuza crime lord (which we discovered later). c) He literally wants our heads on a decorated silver platter made in Europe. d) We don't dare enter any area close to him. That sums up all the problems don't you say?"
"I wouldn't worry about that," the doctor informed them. "That guy was wasted by Punisher last Tuesday while looking for the Ronin. I didn't want to disturb you since you had so much fun watching all sorts of NC-17 stuff you downloaded using my super computer without my permission and making me rather angry with the fact that I had to handle over three-hundred viruses at the same time and that you still have to clean up a lot and fulfil your chores. Don't forget that you two signed a two-year contract with me."
Kimiaki kicked Haitani in the shin roughly. "I told you not too sign that BLEEPING contract, but no, people never listen to the fat guy!"
"You're fat?"
Haitani was rewarded by a slap to the back of his head.
"I'm big-boned, you moron! It's not as if I ever goad you about being as thin as a beanstalk!"
It would have turned into a fight between friends hadn't the mad scientist interrupted them.
"ENOUGH!!!!!" bellowed the mad scientist. "I did not hire you two to act like stage comedians without any talent whatsoever but as my trusted minions! Now do as you are told or suffer the consequences!"
Haitani and Shirai felt compelled to obey that order. Very much in fact since their employer could be rather unpredictable when angered. While the doc was a nice guy, even his patience had limits. Once they were forced to scrub all the toilets in the base with worn toothbrushes after they had tried to make a machine that would make them irresistible to women and failing completely when a part of the lab blew up due to their total lack of experience.
Both of them grabbed a confused Mutsumi by her arms and dragged her out of the lab as fast as they could; but then they suddenly stopped for a short trip to the bathroom to remove the clown paint from Mutsumi's face.
The soldier on guard duty groaned.
(Not again!)
By the expressions of the Japanese civilians he figured that they had run into "that" doctor who had probably done something even more hare-brained than the last time he did something crazy.
He just hoped they didn't alert the press, but it was in fact that idiot's fault that the anaemic was brought here in the first place.
He then saw the two assistants of that "doctor" walking past him with the girl in tow.
(Nope, didn't see anything. It was just an optic illusion or the bad food I had. I did not see two guys dragging another person who's been experimented on out in the streets…..)
Meanwhile in Hinata under the Hinata-sou, inside what looked like an infirmary…..
Motoko and Naru were struggling feverishly against the bonds that restrained them.
The reason: Keitaro a.k.a. the Ronin was going to strap them to the newly created Hate Ray MK II ™ and use it on Momol, creating the greatest form of chaos ever known to anyone, making all women behave like Naru and Motoko on a very bad day by stimulating their brainwaves with the power of this awesome and terrifying device.
The things they were saying now to the two men in the infirmary were rather unflattering and vocally high.
"Jesus, doc!" the guard asked the other man. "Can't you make them shut up for a minute!"
"Well, I could inject some drugs that have a calming effect on them and making them easier to handle." The man in charge of the infirmary answered.
"Then do it," demanded the other man.
"Okay, Okay!" he said and prepared a syringe. "Luckily for me someone has put two small unmarked flasks containing something that looks like drugs used on too violent patients in an asylum."
After injecting the girls with the contents of both flasks, one flask for each of them, they seemed to calm down a bit. And the guard summoned another guard to help him move the girls strapped on the portable and wheeled medical tables to where the giant ray gun was. On the roof of the Hinata-sou.
Again Naru and Motoko were strapped to medical tables; but the difference was that several wires were attached to them, creating a link between them and the enormous ray gun placed on the roof of the Hinata-sou.
The Ronin was gazing at the city as his henchmen prepared his doomsday device, feeling that this day would be the day he would show the world his downright evil power and later become the ruler of the entire world.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
His booming and evil laughter was heard from those living or venturing through the district where the inn lay.
The KAPPA agents simply shrugged. Their boss was a loon, but the pay was good and the minion casualty rate kept to a minimum. He didn't view them as cannon fodder at least.
"It is ready, Number One." One of them informed Keitaro, making him cease his diabolical laughter.
"Then let's go to Phase One of our plan: Destroy Molmol!"
Something inside Naru and Motoko stirred.
They felt different for some reason.
As if fate had gifted them with an inhuman power.
Powers that would help them escape and save Kaolla Su's country from destruction.
And making Keitaro pay for his insolence and despicable crimes against humanity.
Needless to say--they embraced that power …."
It was quite shocking for the Ronin and his current henchmen to see the two prisoners expand their size to epic proportions.
Seeing that the two would be too large for the roof, all of them jumped off the building in pure desperation.
All of them were lucky, not sustaining any serious or fatal injuries, even though it was a three-floor building they were jumping from. Most of them managed to grab various scenery to stop their descent. Some fell into the hot springs. Two however fell on Keitaro, making him cushion their fall.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!"
"Sorry, boss!" said one of them.
"You all right, Number One?"
"What the BLEEPING BLEEP do you think!!?" was the muffled response coming from the Ronin lying under them, feeling excruciating amounts of pain).
In a manner of seconds the entire Hinata-sou was but a ruin…and in its stead stood two fifty-feet high girls.
Keitaro's old granny who was currently in the Hinata-sou and unaware of the underground base under her property and what took place on her roof was unfortunately squished to a human pancake when Naru's giant right foot pierced the ceiling and landed on her.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! My Hate Ray MK II ™ totally destroyed!!!"
"Boss, I think you should consider running," suggested one of his men, "since those girls look pretty much angry and they're looking in our direction."
"What's all this racket--and why is the inn destroyed!?" demanded Naomi as she appeared from one of the secret underground entrances in granny Hina's new flowerbed, accompanied by Mariam and Sarah.
"Holy BLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was the exclaimed response from the youngest of the three as she saw the two enlarged young women (who had a habit for violence) scowling angrily at them.
"URASHIMA"
"KEITARO"
"EEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!" was the response coming from most of the people around the area…. Except most of the city perverts who drooled immensely at the sight.
"Well that's not something you see every day." Commented Mariam dryly. "The attack of the fifty foot woman times two on crack."
"And the fact that they're also half-naked since their clothes are almost ripped up." Naomi added. "I'm glad we gave them those 'almost' untearable versions of their usual clothes or most of the city would have the history of housing the two biggest flashers in the world."
"Boss! Boss!" the Ronin heard someone cry.
It was the leading doctor in the base infirmary who came running out of one of the other secret entrances.
"I think someone injected them with that Giant-Man formula which you forgot on the medicine table unmarked!!! I've told you several times not to leave dangerous chemicals around the infirmary!"
"Oops!" was the Ronin's embarrassed response.
"I suggest running." Sarah advised them.
Most of them followed that advice, running as fast as they could from the two towering (and not to mention mad as hell) Naru and Motoko hot on their heels…..
What will happen to Keitaro?
When will Haitani, Shirai and a cybernetically enhanced Mutsumi arrive on the scene?
Will Mecha-Cthulhu rise?
What was Sarah doing all the time while off-stage?
How will Shinobu and Kaolla react to the giant-sized Naru and Motoko?
Will the Punisher arrive on the scene and mow everyone down?
Is Seygram 13 one of the worst Love Hina fic writers out there?
Stay tuned for the next chapter of Urashima Keitaro and the ATTACK OF THE 50-FOOT NARU AND MOTOKO.
Could someone please come with a little bit flaming in their reviews? Please?!?
Kanako's code-name is actually a little reference to Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill films if you haven't noticed where the main character played by Uma Thurman was code-named Black Mamba.
And the BFG is a joke reference to one of the most powerful weapons in the old Doom games.
I also want to thank Andrew Joshua Talon for beta reading this chapter before I posted it.
I also want to thank Darkness Dweller Sephiroth for pointing out a typing error. Sarah MacDougal is actually Number Two in KAPPA. Sorry about that mistake.