Plot Orphans:

Here is the filing away space for my odd little ideas and one offs. None will be fully fleshed, but I did write out some of the key scenes – or at least I quickly came up with a pared down scene. Perhaps using common cliches to expedite the process. As this is fanfiction, it goes without saying that I do not own the source canon. But these ideas are up for adoption.

If you adopt an idea and write it in your own voice, merely acknowledge that the idea was adopted from me. Optionally, point your readers to the relevant chapter you adopted it from.

If you simply outright copy word for word any section or scene, or some such, then credit me and point readers to the relevant chapter.

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So this is inspired by a few authors on here. It's rather common for authors to have a story just to place odd ideas and ideas in progress. I always was a fan of Metroanime (Greylle / Kestrel). He had plenty of these. Including his Bet Fics. I might have to try my hand at one of his bet fics. Rorschach Blott has an Odd Ideas file, and Dogbert Carroll has his Fragments series. There are plenty of other authors who do likewise. So here you have my stab at keeping a dumping ground for casually written scenes and stories.

Chapter One

Love Hina

It Takes a Village to Save a Man

Summary: In a future not worth living, five girls come to change the past.

Shinobu frowned. She always frowned, there was no longer a reason left for her to smile. She favored her broken left arm - jury rigged in a splint and sling as the hospital was in ruins. She followed Su and Sara; they knew the way around the sub-basement of the Hinata Inn best. Kitsune and Motoko followed behind. The flashlights each carried cast eerie shadows. Su didn't even try to hide how half of her scalp was a hideous burn scar. Sara's scars were more emotional. Motoko was missing her left eye. Kitsune looked banged up, with her head and torso bandaged, but was probably in the best shape of all of them.

Shinobu tried not to think of those who stayed behind. Kanako and Hina among them. Granny Hina knew she hadn't much time left anyways, she had wanted to make sure the girls would be safe, would be successful. She bade Kanako to go with them, but Kanako had wanted her revenge. Tsuruku and some Shinmeiryu samurai held the line against the demons. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before they fell. Which was why what they were doing now was of great importance to the world. But the only thing on their minds was the importance to them. Saving the life of just one man.

How they got to this point, no one could have predicted. Obvious in hindsight, no one suspected that Naru had been contaminated from a very young age by a demon. That was why she was sick at two. It was also why her family had came to the inn so she could recuperate. Because her father had sold his own daughter to a devil in return for success and riches. But such didn't bring him happiness and the family had ultimately broke apart, and her mother remarried. But Naru had never truly healed. Her unease around a loving family driving her from home. The abusive relationship she fell into, as the abuser, only fed the demon inside of her until it grew in strength and took her over completely. She had killed Keitaro that day. Keitaro and Mutsumi, the two friends she had made at the age of two while recovering at the Hinata.

Had it just been her, just the one demon, things would have been different. It would have been better. But it wasn't just her. She was but a part of a larger plan. Demons were unleashed all over the Earth, she had simply been the linchpin in bringing the others. Using the magical potential of the Annex and the sacrifice of two innocent and loving souls, the demon in her body had opened a portal to hell. And with proper demon hunting having been a dieing art for decades, humans had little defense. And so, the world was at war and losing badly.

There was one chance. One last Hail Mary play. Su had developed a machine. Mostly technology, but powered by the rampant spiritual energies that ran wild in a world full of demons. It couldn't fully break the rules of physics. It couldn't allow for proper time-travel. But it could send spiritual energy through time. It could send memories and imprints. In effect, it could place someone inside of their younger bodies and at a time where the future could be averted.

The girls arrived where Su had built her masterpiece. She rubbed it affectionately. "We don't have a lot of time. Quickly, sit in the circle - the one inside the pentagram. I'm going to set the timer for 15 seconds, so I have time to get in."

Everyone sat, looking grim. Kitsune looked back the way they came, and unreadable expression on her face. Sarah looked down at her hands, where they clutched at her pants. Motoko stared straight at the center of the circle, where a strange antenna array sat. Shinobu thought she saw a glimmer of hope in the swordwoman good eye, but if so it was gone in an instant. Su had a sad look as she settled into her position in the circle. And Shinobu knew she was frowning, joyless, broken. She wished this would work, this untested machine, but wishes was not hope and she no longer had any left inside of her.

The machine whined, then everyone felt a wretched and painful sensation, excruciating, like being electrocuted and set on fire. In a flash of light, the reactor exploded and time crystallized.

Shinobu frowned. She found herself in the laundry room and it no longer looked as ran down and broken as she last saw it. Instead, she was staring at a full basket of clean laundry. Her left arm wasn't broken. She was shorter. As she lifted the basket she heard a yell; a scream in a voice she never wanted to hear again. "There's a pervert in the baths!"

Dropping the basket, she strode to the laundry room door and slid it open. She carefully peered into the hallway - and saw Keitaro wearing only a towel, running. He looked so young, so healthy ... so scared out of his wits as he ran by. "Sorry about this," he acknowledged as he passed her position in the door.

Then she looked back when she heard thundering footsteps and saw her. Naru - young, angry, and without the demon taint that had (or will have had) marred her features. Shinobu couldn't bite back the soft growl that filled her throat as she dropped her shoulder and barreled into the girl as she passed by. "Sorry! I didn't see you. I heard shouting."

"There's a pervert here. Quick, hide. I'll let you know when it's safe." Naru tried to untangle herself from where she laid, limbs tied up with Shinobu's, but Shinobu kept getting in the way.

"Maybe you should put some clothes on first?"

"And let that bastard get away?!"

Keitaro, meanwhile, wasn't looking where he was going. He was looking back over his shoulders, afraid of seeing the girl gaining on him, and thus hadn't noticed the other girl in his path until they went down and her arms and legs wrapped around him. A husky voice whispered into his ear, "My, what a cutey you are."

"Sorry!" He apologized profusely. "Some crazy chick is after me."

"Relax. Calm down. I'm not angry. You must mean Naru. She's a sweet girl, she just has the devil's temper inside of her. Hey, let's go find you some clothes."

Keitaro took a breath and let the strange woman help him stand. "Thanks!" The lady was about his age, sandy blonde hair, and had an expression of amusement on her foxy looking face.

"What's going on," A girl in kendo clothes ran in. She did a double take and her mouth dropped open.

Keitaro felt nervous and guilty. "Sorry, sorry. I was just using the hot springs to relax when a girl ... uh ... I'd really like some clothes now." He hung his head in shame. As such, he missed the tender expression that passed over both girls faces. He didn't even notice when a third girl came in, a young, foreign blonde.

"Awesome," a new voice said, causing Keitaro to notice his growing audience. "It worked! I had my doubts, but hey, look, it worked."

"I can see that, Su. Come on, we can't let Naru catch him." The kendo girl beckoned to him and the foxy one began to tug him along. "To my room. Su, see if you can find his clothes anywhere."

"Roger, roger, Kendo-Mama."

Keitaro was bodily thrown into a messy closet. "Stay here until it's safe." Then the door was closed. He relaxed, suddenly at ease at the turn of events. The girls, they hadn't been angry but understanding, they were helpful instead of accusing him, and they seemed to care. He didn't know how long it was before the door was opened and his luggage tossed in, followed by the clothing he had left in the baths. The person at the door was a young, stern looking girl - whose face softened as she looked at him.

"Su went down to get Haruka. If you get dressed, we can find out what's going on."

Keitaro nodded, and smiled to the young girl. "Thanks."

When he was ready, he opened the door to find three girls, none the one from the baths, waiting for him. "Uh ... sorry again. Is Granny Hina around, anywhere?"

They all sadly shook their heads. "Come, Haruka will want to talk with you."

"Auntie Haruka? She's still around?"

Downstairs, Haruka was smoking as Naru kept raging about a pervert in the baths. But as Su asked her to not call the cops and to just see for herself, she stood stoically. What little she knew was that someone was taking a bath that Naru interrupted. Su was lounging on the sofa, eating a banana like she hadn't seen one in years. "Ah, here's everyone now," she said as she nodded towards the group entering the room.

Naru was angry to see the strange man, and confused why all the others were smiling and joking with him. "Don't let him fool you! That pervert-"

She didn't get to finish as Haruka pulled the man into a hug. "Keitaro! Is that you?"

"Auntie Haruka! Where's Granny Hina? I came hoping to find a place to stay."