Disclaimer: I couldn't possibly be the owner of Love Hina. The real owner is Ken Akamatsu.
A/N: This is my first fic so, if you're going to say it sucks (because it probably will), at least give me a constructive reason or say nothing. Also, I am typing this with my keyboard in front of my laptop so I won't be as fast with updating for those of you who do enjoy this story. Now, enough chit-chat. On with the story.
Chapter 1: Sorry, Motoko
Keitaro didn't enjoy this.
Well, actually, he hated how his tenant, Motoko, was forced to marry just because she couldn't best her older sister, Tsuroko. He probably could have enjoyed it if it made her happy. But now, here he is on the train back to Hinata City, sitting across from one of his tenants who was sleeping and on the left of a master kendoist, who was also a sleeping tenant, wondering how to break the news to the other tenants. He, with all the blows he received from Motoko's sister, only had a broken finger for some odd reason. Or, at least, odd to any normal person. He took more hits from just one of his tenants than from the big duel they just came from. He built up a kind of crazy endurance for the hits he receives from three of his tenants (and the occasional smack on his face for calling his cousin-and-aunt Haruka "aunt").
Right now, though, he was thinking of his response to the question, "Why are you so sad, Keitaro?" he was likely to receive a lot of. Suddenly, the train stopped abruptly, causing Motoko's head to fall on his shoulder and Keitaro to blush. This is the nicest attention he has ever received from any girl (or anyone, for that matter), even if she was asleep. He sighed as the train started moving again, both from being tired and from being relaxed.
"Hinata City. 2:00 arrival for Hinata City," was announced over the loudspeakers.
Keitaro sighed. Motoko and Naru were still asleep. Luckily, he had a big wheelchair just in case Tsuroko broke his legs. "It was a necessary precaution, and now it's a way to let them sleep while getting off the train," he thought. He lifted them into the wheelchair by their arms and wheeled the sleeping beauties into Hinata City with their luggage.
"HEY! KEITARO'S BACK!" Su yelled at jet volume to the rest of the house with Sarah covering her ears. The energetic girl's scream woke the resident slacker and anemic girls, Kitsune and Mutsumi, out of their naps and brought the resident cook, Shinobu, out of the kitchen. What they saw shocked them. Naru's and Motoko's heads were leaning against each other. That was when they decided to wake up. They realized that 1) they were leaning on each other and blushing, 2) that they somehow ended up in front of the Hinata Dorm while they were sleeping, and 3) that everyone except Keitaro was looking at them with wide eyes and open mouths.
"What's wrong?" Naru asked before realizing where Motoko was. She blushed and said, "Oops."
"How did we get here, Keitaro?" anded the raven-haired samurai.
"I put you two on the wheelchair when we arrived at Hinata City and you were sleeping," the manager responded.
"Oh," said everyone at the same time.