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Miraculously the thunderstorm slowed to a standstill, but the damage had already been done.

Keitaro stared into the bright sky and shivered. The waves of water, at their strongest, only managed to splash at his ankles though he paid no attention to that small detail. All his clothes were ruined and soaked to the point where they looked like sludge dripping off his body. Due to his unlikely survival, he was forced to think of the one and only conclusion… his 'immortality'. Keitaro was blessed with an incredible resistance to any kind of impact, an impressive trait compared to the rest of his otherwise useless abilities. Whether this myth was true or whether he was just lucky all the time remained a mystery. Right now however, this blessing felt like the worst of curses. Being alive was a sin.

Slowly he walked from the shallow waves into the scorching sand, carrying his water clogged shoes and socks. The remains of the backpack nearly slid off his arm… it wasn't even his own backpack but at this stage that didn't seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter.

Without his glasses everything was a blur. He knew the island wasn't Molmol… it was much, much too small for an island of that capacity. Squinting he could make out a small structure entirely scattered with rocks and many palm trees, waving their pointed green leaves as if to greet their first outlander.

Finally he realised the reality of this situation. Gravity deserted him as he lowered himself to his knees. A single tear trickled down his cheek, which quickly formed into many. He cried like he was a child, desperately seeking comfort from anybody. He wished he just disappeared off the face of the earth. At this stage he even hoped that he was never born. Over the years he wondered if lady luck turned his back on him, inflicting him by altering his looks, by degrading his personality and by giving him no sense of confidence. Now it seems like hope himself has also cowardly crept behind Keitaro, waiting for the right moment to repeatedly stab him in the back.

Keitaro recollected some of his memory, which only made the pain worse. Just for failing a stupid entrance exam twice, he was kicked out of the very house he grew up in, forced to fend for himself. Hinata-Sou should have been a blessing, an all girls dormitory and he was the only male manager. That should have been the turning point in his life, it was every man's wildest fantasy to work in such a place full of attractive girls, but in fact even this dream took a turn for the worst. He just failed to fit in such an environment, just like he failed to fit in this change of climate.

All his motives up to this point. All his dreams and fantasies. Everything he lived for, breathed for, hoped for…

As the flashbacks formed back to the grim reality, Keitaro's limp body fell to the sand. His life had come to an end…

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My Island, My World

Chapter One

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"Onii-chan! Onii-chan! Onii-chan! Onii-chan!"

Kaolla's shouting quickly filled the bedroom which one Keitaro Urashima was trying to get an extra minutes sleep. Her words were strung together so fast that it nearly sounded like 'ni-cha' a dozen times over. Now Keitaro's alarm clock blasted into a series of bleeping noises. Nobody one earth could sleep through such an inferno racket, especially now since Kaolla was bouncing, or rather, stomping up and down the floor.

Another morning in the life of Hinata-Sou.

Wondering why he was gifted ears, Keitaro groaned deeply as he stretched his arms as far as possible. He almost jumped backwards in fright when the first thing his eyes came to focus on was Kaolla's bright beaming face. They were so close that the tip of their noses just slightly touched one another's.

"Su-san… morning…" Keitaro grunted, leaning over to one side.

"Come on Keitaro! Time to get ready!" The foreigner pointed out.

'Why is she always this ecstatic? It's not like she's the one going on holiday…'

Suddenly Keitaro found his pyjama shirt becoming undone, button by button. Now Kaolla was trying to take his clothes off…

"Come on! Get ready! Get ready!"

"Cut it out! I can get ready by myself!"

"You you can't! You need my assistance!"

"Get off!"

"Hehehehe!"

Keitaro's bedroom door creaked open, revealing a true vision of beauty dressed in a pale pink dressing gown and a pair of bright yellow Liddo-kun slippers. She was of course Naru Narusegawa, Keitaro's possible promise girl that he might have met several years ago, along with one or two other predictions. Rubbing her petit eyes she was just about to bid her manager a good morning when she rubbed her eyes again, blinking a couple of times to make sure it wasn't an optical illusion. It wasn't… Kaolla Su really did have her hands all over Keitaro's topless body, and the reality was made even worse when Keitaro tried to push her off by firmly pressing her breasts (accidentally of course). The anger in the air was enough for Kaolla's senses to kick in as she instinctively ran away, giggling to her self all the way downstairs.

Naru's rage was like a thermometer rising to the boiling point. If Keitaro wasn't laughing nervously in Naru's direction, then her opinion of him being a pervert might have been nullified… though the chances of that were still very low.

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Today was going to be a very special day for the clumsy but kind hearted ronin. Last week his college friends Haitani, Shirai and Kentaro invited him to a guys only holiday, a two week vacation. The chosen destination was to be the beautiful island known as Molmol. It was Kentaro that thought up of the idea since he visited the location a couple of years ago, and he loved every second he stayed there.

Overjoyed that he was to be reunited with his long time friends Keitaro nearly forgot about the Naru punch embedded on his right cheek. No more punches and no more demonic ki attacks… just to be away from Motoko and Naru was enough to classify as a holiday.

He whistled a merry tune to himself, brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Nothing was going to take his spirits away.

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After a perfectly prepared breakfast by Shinobu, Keitaro wasted no time lingering in the main living room. He bowed gracefully to Hinata's youngest before once again heading back to his bedroom, making sure to grab any last minutes items.

There was now five girls minus a ronin circled around the dining table… the way it should be in an all girls dormitory. The silence radiating around them was uncomfortable to say the least, although eventually Kitsune, the crafty one of the bunch was the first to break the ice.

The fox gently placed a hand on her cheek, remembering all the mishaps Keitaro has gotten himself into. "I don't know about you guys but I'm sure going to miss that nitwit."

Motoko opened her mouth, wanting to state her harsh opinion on the pathetic ronin… well pathetic in her eyes at least. In the end she decided to keep quiet. There was girls like Shinobu that would no doubt be poisoned from her words. Naru's reaction was also speechless but her aura was somewhat different from the emotionless swordswoman.

"I-I s-suppose I w-will miss him." Shinobu stuttered, looking down on her finished plate.

"Me too!" Kaolla added. "He was going to be my guinea pig for my latest invention! The Gauntlet of Resisting Fire!" Everyone shuddered after hearing Kaolla's opinion. They could just imagine what the genius would use to test out her experiment.

"…anyway…" Kitsune continued, trying to keep the conversation on its subject. "I remember my college days… well the ones I attended to anyway. Ah yes me and my boyfriend… we were so attracted to each other… we were almost inseparable. And that time he left for a few hours I was phoning him every five minutes. I took up smoking, drinking… hell he was like a knight in shining armour…"

The next voice was from Naru, who instantly blasted her emotions by rising from her seat.

"OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE I DON'T MISS HIM THAT MUCH OKAY?!?"

Kitsune, Motoko, Kaolla and Shinobu all together stared in the direction of Naru, who at this time quickly covered her mouth in shock. The grey haired fox could read her friend like a book suitable for the kindergarteners.

Kitsune imitated the role of a famous detective on television, studying Naru's body language by just raising an eyebrow. 'Uh… well I'll just see if Keitaro needs any help.'

"Uh… well I'll just see if Keitaro needs any help." Naru said, hoping that she escaped herself out of that awkward little predicament.

As soon as the hazel haired beauty rushed upstairs there was a knock on the door outside.

"I'll get it." Motoko spoke, with little enthusiasm. She opened the main door and was greeted by a bean pole with a mop of brown hair which was tied up in a horsetail fashion.

"Hey Motoko!" Haitani blared out, the loudness of his voice filling Motoko's eardrums. A cold stare from the kendo mistress was enough to snap Haitani out of his stupidity. "Um… is Keitaro ready?"

Motoko turned to her side, calling out to Keitaro who was still busy upstairs.

"Haitani's here!"

"Okay thanks Aoyama-san!"

Haitani beamed with pride. 'This is sweet! Motoko remembered my name!'

When Motoko wondered what on earth the lanky numbskull was happy about, all Haitani managed to do was laugh nervously, one of the pointless but cute traits he had.

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Just by the Hinata Tea Shop, Haruka, Hinata's oldest and wisest of the group casually lit her first cigarette of the morning. She tried to ignore the mass of male testosterone that consisted of Shirai, Haitani and Kentaro who were all eagerly waiting for the forth member to arrive. The trio were chilling out in Kentaro's very own bright red convertible.

'Boys will be boys.' She mused to herself. A couple of times she managed to catch Shirai staring straight at her. The small tubby one, for some reason had a massive crush on Haruka since he was well known for preferring older women.

Finally Keitaro, who at this stage already looked like a tourist from another country, was all set and raring to go. He felt nervous yet excited at the same time, looking forward to getting away from it all but slightly worried that Haitani and Shirai might force him to date several female islanders.

Everything was set. Kentaro pressed the car alarm several times to indicate they were just about to leave.

"Take care of yourself kiddo." Haruka's words trailed off as the convertible zoomed off into the distance. The rest of the girls then followed Haruka's leading role with goodbyes of their own. Even Motoko casually waved, who was also trying to dismount the energetic foreigner latched onto her back. Kaolla of course was shouting manically as usual. Shinobu's petit voice unfortunately was lost in the chorus of the other girls.

"And don't forget to use protection!" Kitsune smirked.

The only girl who wasn't waving or shouting was Naru. With an innocent looking wide eyed expression, Naru was fixated from the spot, a slight distance away from everyone else.

As the sound of the car exhaust faded away, so did the goodbyes and cheers. With the disappearance of Keitaro things really would be back to normal… or so they thought…

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Keitaro lifted his face from the sand… to his disappointment he was still breathing… living. No matter how many times he opened and closed his eyes he was still in the same cursed island. The very island that he will live for the rest of his life.

'To end like this… to end… like this…'

(To be Continued…)