I will say it precisely once. The only thing I own is the plot and the OC's. The rest belongs to their original owners.
The Gemini Movement
Prologue: Single Pain
"Keitaro you perv!"
"I'm sorry!"
CRASH
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"Hiya, Keikei!"
WHAM
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"Die, Urashima!"
"Waaah!"
BOOM
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"Ah, just another day in paradise, eh guys?" Mitsune "Kitsune" Konno leaned back on the couch in the Hinata-sou's living room, sipping a tall bottle of sake, her drink of choice in the afternoon. And night. And pretty much any time of the day. The fox woman certainly had a relaxed view on life, but if something riled her up, anyone in her way would forever regret it, no matter how nice she was to look at.
"Motoko and Naru have been putting more into their strikes lately!" Su commented. "The data from those attacks and Keitaro are going to help a lot with my latest invention!"
"What invention, Su?" asked Kitsune.
"A mecha-tama able to withstand any attack, and punch through any other armor in existence!" exclaimed the hyperactive mastermind. "It'll be my greatest creation yet! It'll have a micro-fusion power source, guns powered by magnets called Gauss guns, and banana holders!"
Kitsune sweat-dropped. "Don't you mean cup holders?"
Su struck up a perplexed pose. "Huh, why would you want a drink in the Battle-Tama Mk. 8?"
"Oh, I don't know," Kitsune eyed her sake slyly.
Kaolla Su, the resident monkey – slash – evil genius of the group, was an infinite source of energy among them. Aside from her skill in creating machines that most countries would pay any price for, she was also extremely hyperactive, and would most certainly ask the aforementioned country to pay for her technology in bananas.
"Aaaah! I'm sorry!" The only male resident of the dorm screamed from the entryway.
"Sounds like Keitaro's tripped and grabbed Naru's skirt again!" Kitsune brightened up.
"No, he already did that today! I think he fell on Motoko." Su argued.
The fox and the banana-obsessed maniac chattered away while watching Naru arrive on scene, proving Su right. Her hair matching the angry hue her face had taken.
Keitaro Urashima was the manager of the girl's dorms, and , being poor, their fellow resident. The girls all admired his dream of getting into Tokyo University a.k.a. Toudai, but he had a clumsy streak that could be used to tie the entire solar system together. Twice. His tendency to trip and fall onto the nearest female had brought up whether or not they were genuine accidents, but his gentlemanly nature keeps the ruling in his favor.
Naru Narusegawa, Keitaro's friend and study-buddy, was the matron mother of the girls. Despite being younger than Kitsune, she was arguably more responsible, and sober. The thing was, that defensiveness often led to her pushing, or rather punching, Keitaro away. Mostly at high speeds.
"Ohh, sempai..." The small girl sitting next to the fox girl hugged her knees to her chest and let her cerulean fringe shield her eyes from yet another of the heartbreaking sights unfolding in front of her.
Keitaro makes an innocent mistake. Naru and Motoko take offense. Naru and Motoko send Keitaro through the ozone layer. Keitaro apologizes. Lather, rinse, and repeat. Take five and call me in the morning.
The Shinobu Maehara everyone else knew was a reserved little girl who was a great cook and had the crush to end all crushes on Keitaro. Not that he knew. The rest of Hina-House would never suspect that sweet, shy little Shinobu could have a very dark sense of humor sometimes. Watching your beloved bounced around like a volleyball tends to do that to you.
"Damn that pervert!" Naru growled as she walked back toward the group, dusting off her knuckles, "Can't he go one day without groping us?"
"Past occurrence would say no, even when the best excuse he can come up with was tripping on the rug," the swords-woman frostily chimed in.
Motoko Aoyama was as proud as they get. Mind you, she earned it. She was the heir to the Shinmei-ryu clan of sword-masters, meaning that she knew more ways to cut off your fingers than you have fingers to count them with. She also had a deep-seated hatred for males, and an even deeper fear of turtles. She seemed much more put together than her recent situation would suggest, her waist-length black hair flawless, as always, and her face as cold as her voice. "He doesn't even have enough shame to forge a better excuse!"
"Oh, so you would rather he did?" Kitsune graced Motoko with a fully opened eye, blatantly eying her reaction. She was not disappointed.
"Wh-wa-wa?" Motoko did her best Shinobu impression, waving her arms blindly as her eyes swirled over her crimson face.
"Kitsune, don't say that! He molests you just as much as Motoko and I!" Naru admonished.
"Well, apparently he isn't so bad, seeing as he can excite some very interesting reactions," she looked at Motoko, "from some of our number," her head tilted toward Shinobu, who joined Motoko in her embarrassed flailing, "at Hinata-sou." she looked back to Naru.
"Whatever, he can go to hell. Maybe one day Motoko and I'll hit him so hard, he'll never come back!" she grinned.
Kitsune shook her head in disbelief "Y'know, I feel sorry for him sometimes. You know how hard he's fallen for you." Kitsune said.
At that point, the dorm's turtle mascot, Tama-chan glided into the room, settling on Motoko's head, bringing about a moment of silence as everyone looked at the recently recovered Motoko.
"UWAAA!" Motoko lost all composure again as her fear of turtles sent her into complete panic, giving everyone present a rather entertaining sideshow for several minutes.
-Except Naru, who took the opportunity to slip away to her room.
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Liddo-kun stared at his normal sitting place with his owner as the wet tears on the top of his head sank in. He folded over some more as he was hugged harder, her quiet sobs of regret muffled in the back of his head.
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Keitaro tumbled through the air for several seconds. When the spinning stopped, he looked back to see Hinata-sou was almost gone from view.
"Their range is improving..." Keitaro muttered to himself. Ronin though he was, he had plenty of experience in judging speed and distance, and this was definitely a new record for the deadly Wind Blade / Naru Punch Combo. Su was going to want the details for her ongoing records of the pair's punishments.
"Let's see where I'm landing this time," he thought, and extended his arm to turn himself around, shortly before his head slammed into the steel support of a bridge.
All turned black.