Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: When the gang stumbles into the forgotten tunnels beneath Hinata Sou, Keitaro stumbles across Moe, right? Well, not this time. This girl answers to another name. The name, you ask? Kurumi. Steel Angel Kurumi.
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This story deals with some very unpleasant things. If this disturbs you, don't read.
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"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
What if... Together, these two words is the most creativity-inducing phrase in my vocabulary.
I constantly think in terms of 'What if' when I'm watching/reading anime/manga and this is the way most of my crazy ideas spring to life. This is especially true after a couple of beers and/or some fine whisky.
The what if that popped into my head for this particular story was... What if the doll/robot/android/whatever Keitaro found wasn't Moe? What if it was... Someone else... This sparked a whole slew of ideas, with crossovers with Chobits, Buttobi CPU, Hand Maid May and a few others. Then it came to me. What if what Keitaro found was someone say, like, Kurumi?
Oh my! There was nothing for it but to start writing straightaway, as I was suddenly overwhelmed with all sorts of amusing imagery. :P
Speaking of 'Oh my!', recently I received a review that touched whatever part of this dark twisted old demented heart of mine that is still capable of feeling human emotions. "... keep on writing... at this point, I don't think I care which of your fics you update, as long as you do." is the note it finished on. Y'know, I think I can die happy now. This is precisely my own take on things when it comes to my favourite authors and to think that someone actually feels the same way about me truly warms my heart.
I don't care which story Random1377, dave-d or DB Sommer updates, as long as they do continue to belt out updates on old stories or first chapters to entirely new stories. Sure, I'd be happy as a pig in mud if I got a sequel to Vacation days or more of Aijou & Aitou, but as long as my favourites do continue to write, I'll be happy anyways.
"Hm, what's this?" Keitaro mumbled to himself, pulling at the tarp covering up something standing against a wall in the dusty room he'd stumbled into during the exploration of the mysterious tunnel system underneath Hinata Sou. Slowly dragging the tarp forward, Keitaro gasped as his pulling on the tarp made the object hidden underneath suddenly topple forward. A cloud of dust rose into the air and Keitaro stumbled back as a series of coughs racked his body.
His moving, while still holding on to the tarp, soon revealed what had been hidden underneath the dusty tarp. He could faintly make out something vaguely human-shaped through the cloud of dust, but as the dust slowly settled or drifted elsewhere, a pretty pink-haired girl who had been hidden behind the dust slowly appeared.
"AAAahhh!" Keitaro exclaimed and took several steps back. "A corpse!" he added and made frantic signs with his hands to ward off evil spirits.
Then he blinked, as a notion struck him.
Dust. Spider webs.
That had been all over the tarp. The girl had to have been underneath it for quite a while, yet...
If a corpse had been left alone for as long as this one had to have been, surely it wouldn't look so... Fresh? There was no sign of decomposision, except for the ratty clothes she wore. The girl herself looked remarkably well preserved.
So, not a corpse then.
Keitaro let out a huge relieved breath and felt his heart starting to beat at a more normal pace, as he mentally berated himself for being so easily excitable. He slowly approached the prone figure, moving closer and carefully putting two fingers against the neck. It did not feel like skin. It was more... Slippery and less giving, more solid somehow. Some sort of weird plastic?
/A doll? Yeah, a mannequin of some sort./ he reasoned and thus completely relaxed, as his fears had been lifted.
Keitaro grabbed it by its shoulders, then heaved. It was astonishingly heavy, but with a bit of effort, he managed to make it stand up on its own again like it had before he started pulling on the tarp.
"Wow..." he mumbled to himself, as he took a step back and looked the doll over. It was so life-like that it was scary. Except for the clothes, which were in various stages of decomposition, it looked as if a human girl had just fallen asleep in an upright position and could wake up at any moment. He reached out and touched the dolls face. It didn't feel quite like plastic and it certainly didn't feel anything like human skin. He wondered just what it was made of and why it was so heavy.
"No, no, no. Stay." he said, as the doll suddenly toppled forward again. He put out both hands and attempted to hold her back. True to his usual form when it came to being hands-on with girls, his hands wound up attaching themselves to her rather well-endowed female attributes. Though he knew that it wasn't a real girl, his body still reacted in an unconscious instinctive reaction gained from staying with the girls of Hinata Sou for all this time. He removed his hands just as quickly as if they had been burned, an apology already on his lips. But without anything holding her upright, the doll continued to topple forward and the two of them crashed together. "I'm sor-mglf!" Keitaro started, his apology cut off as his lips made contact with those of the doll.
/They feel so... Real.../ he thought, before he went down, the doll smashing him down onto the ground.
"Ouff!" he grunted, then blinked. Wasn't the doll heavier then this, just moments ago? Now she felt no heavier then any other girl her size, and he now had lots of experience in having girls of various sizes falling on top of him, feeling their weight pressing him down, so he should know. "What the..." he started, then gasped, as he saw that her eyes were open. And moving!
"Ohhh, Kurumi feels... Master? Master!" the doll suddenly said, then wrapped her arms around him. "Master! Kurumi is so happy!" she cheerfully exclaimed, then kissed him.
Very enthusiastically!
"Mglmmmmmm!" Keitaro tried to speak up, but was muted by her lips against his. "Hey!" Keitaro protested as he tore away his lips from hers. "What... Who... Where... Why... Who are you? What are you?" Keitaro babbled, shocked, astonished and surprised at this odd turn of events. /Warm/ he reflected, as he took note of the messages his hand was sending him. His right hand was held against her neck, and it was warm. And soft. And smooth. It felt like human skin now, when it hadn't before/What's going on/
"Silly master. Kurumi is Kurumi." Kurumi informed him.
"Why are you calling me master?" Keitaro asked in a shrill, girlish voice.
"Silly master. Master is master. Master is Kurumis master, so of course Kurumi calls master master." she replied.
"Well, stop it." he requested. "I'm Keitaro, Urashima Keitaro." he continued, then stifled a gasp as he felt one of her legs brush up against a rather sensitive part of his anatomy. "Could you... Perhaps... Get off me?" he asked her.
"Sure." she happily responded, then hastily got up and helped him into an upright position. "Anything for my Keitaro-sama." she assured him.
"Just Keitaro will be fine." Keitaro told her, wondering if he had been knocked unconscious and was having some sort of concussion-induced dream. He had to be hallucinating this. He was having a conversation with a doll, after all. "Again, what's with this master business? I'm nobody's master."
"You activated me. The one who activates me, is my master." Kurumi explained. "You activated me, so..." she prompted, drawing it out.
"So, I'm your master?" Keitaro hesitantly inquired.
"Bingo!" Kurumi cheered. "Oh, you are so clever, master!" she gushed, stars in her eyes as she stared adoringly at him with her hands clasped between her breasts.
"Heh, heh. Well, I don't know about that." he chuckled sheepishly. This was certainly a nice change of pace to being beat on, ridiculed and fleeced by the various tenants of the Hinata Sou. Not even Shinobu was this enthusiastic regarding him. "Wait. What do you mean, activated?" he inquired.
"Kurumi is a Steel Angel." she exclaimed happily, saw the confused look on his face and tried again. "Kurumi is an android, a human-like robot. Master activated me."
"But... How? I didn't do anything." Keitaro said.
"It must have been the power of love!" Kurumi enthusiastically exclaimed, gazing lovingly at him.
"Love?" Keitaro dumbly repeated.
"Of course. It must have been our undying love for each other that awoke me." Kurumi explained, raising a clenched fist towards the skies.
"But... We just met?" Keitaro ventured.
"Love and fate, cares little for such things when soul mates are involved. It was destiny that brought us together." she gushed.
"Ah." Keitaro stated his non-commitment to the notion. It was his experience that it was more work then it was worth to make a woman change her mind once she was dead set on something. If it was at all possible to begin with, the ones he shared a roof with could certainly be unreasonable about certain things. He didn't think Kurumi would be any different, just because hers was a female robotic mind. "Well, ah, I think I'll be getting out of here." he continued.
"Of course. This dusty old room is no place for my master. Who knows what sort of nasty germs could sneak up on you in these surroundings!" Kurumi approved, then grabbed hold of his right arm, nestling it between her breasts as she slid up against him.
"You're... Coming with me?" Keitaro guessed out loud.
"Of course. Kurumi's place is by her master's side." she announced.
"Of course..." Keitaro mumbled and left the room in a daze, Kurumi by his side, neither of them noticing that her decomposed clothes were slowly falling into pieces in their wake.
"Urashima, you enemy of women! What nonsense have you put into this poor girls head, to make her walk naked by your side!" Motoko bellowed, as Keitaro and Kurumi emerged from the tunnels and into the living room.
"Huh?" Keitaro asked nonplussed, before he glanced aside and saw that Kurumi was indeed naked now as her clothes had vanished completely from her gorgeous body somewhere along the way. His nostrils turned into twin fountains of blood and he would have staggered backwards away from Kurumi, if she hadn't refused to let go of his arm, which was tucked in between two very visually appealing protrusions located on her upper torso.
"Master!" Kurumi cried out, dragging Keitaro into a fierce hug. "What's wrong, master!"
"Gaaaaaahhhhhh." Keitaro groaned, his gaze dipping down to the cleavage pressed against him. "Gaaaaaahhhhhh." he groaned again, a silly grin on his face as another spurt of blood erupted from his nose.
"Master!" Kurumi cried out again. "What can I do? What can I do?" she worried out loud.
"I believe letting him go, and putting on some clothes, might help." Motoko snarled, pulled Keitaro away from Kurumi, tossed him carelessly towards the couch and then dragged Kurumi out of the room, under her frantic protests at being separated from her master.
When Kurumi came running back into the room, now dressed in some of Motoko's clothes, her gaze instantly went to Keitaro, and his went directly to her. The size of the clothes was more or less correct, but the fact that Kurumi didn't believe in chest bindings was blatantly obvious, as her breasts threatened to burst Motoko's shirt right open.
"Master! Oh, you're all better!" she cried out, then launched herself at Keitaro who stood in front of the couch with a confused look on his face.
"Oh, it wasn't a drea-gnff!" Keitaro attempted to say, but cut himself off with a grunt as Kurumi slammed into him, causing both of them to fall into the couch, where Keitaro found himself the victim of a crushing hug, while Kurumi rubbed her cheeks against his face like an over-sized kitten OD:ing on catnip.
"Urashima, I demand to know who this person is and why is she refers to you as 'master'. Explain!" Motoko demanded, glaring down at the couple with a disapproving look. "Now." she added, her left eyebrow jerking erratically up and down.
"I'm not sure what to say. I found her in the tunnels beneath Hinata Sou. She says that she's an android named Kurumi." Keitaro nervously replied, eyeing Motoko's Katana with a leery look.
"I am!" Kurumi cheerfully agreed. "I'm Kurumi, Urashima Keitaro-sama is my master and I'll do everything he asks me."
"Uh? Everything?" Keitaro repeated uncertainly.
"Everything! For you, master, everything." Kurumi gushed.
"Urashima. You are thinking about something perverted again." Motoko cautioned him, fingering the handle of her bokken.
"How did you kn... I mean, I am not!" he protested, gesturing wildly with his hands and shaking his head frantically for emphasis, desperately trying to dispel the image of sharing a bath with a naked Kurumi as she lathered him up and washed him all over.
With her more then ample chest instead of her hands.
"Urashima!" Motoko growled and drew her wooden sword, which caused Keitaro to slide out from underneath Kurumi and bolt. "Stand fast and take your punishment like a man, you weakling!" Motoko cried out and prepared to rush after him, when she suddenly found herself standing nose-to-nose with Kurumi.
"You weren't thinking about hurting my master, were you?" Kurumi stated ominously. "That would make me mad. You wouldn't like me mad." she declared.
"Stand aside! That molesting pervert needs to be punished." Motoko ordered, then tried to step around Kurumi, only to have the android move into the way once again.
"You are trying to hurt my master." Kurumi said. "That's UNFORGIVEABLE." she declared, the capital letters of that word clearly audible.
"That weakling is not fit to be anyone's master." Motoko snorted. "Come to your senses!"
"My master is no weakling! He is strong, handsome, kind and wonderful! He is the best master in the world!" Kurumi declared. "Stop saying such nasty things about him!"
"Urashima, you demented brainwasher! I shall put an end to this nonsense straightaway!" Motoko shouted, tucked the sword into her belt, gathered Ki in her hands and grasped Kurumi's head. "I shall make you see the truth of the matter." Motoko swore, then prepared to rid Kurumi of the brainwashing she must have gone through in order to see Keitaro as strong, handsome and kind and herself as an android, whatever the heck that was. "KiiiiiiiiyyyaaaaaaAAAARGH!" Motoko bellowed, her fierce battle-cry changing to a pained exclamation mid-way through her attempt to cleanse Kurumi's mind.
ZAKT+
"AAAArgh!" Motoko cried out as she flew back from a surprised Kurumi, from which arcs and blue bolts of pure power danced. Kurumi whimpered and staggered backwards, clutching her head with a pained expression. Motoko landed flat on her ass on the ground, twitching as her body was wracked by the electrical discharge.
"Ouff!" Kurumi grunted, as she too collapsed to the ground, unable to remain upright.
"Imp... I... Impossible..." Motoko managed to gasp out, as she slowly drew herself up into a sitting position, looking incredulously at Kurumi. "Y... You're not... Human."
"Master told you, didn't he?" Kurumi responded as she slowly sat up, rubbing the back of her head. "Kurumi is a Steel Angel!" she announced proudly as she rose to her feet.
"B-but... How did he... Why do you... He's a perverted male! Why are you acknowledging him as your master?" Motoko demanded.
"Master is Kurumi's master." Kurumi cheerfully responded. "And a wonderful master he is! Kurumi really loves her master."
"Why is he your master?" Motoko tried.
"The one who activates me, is my master. Urashima Keitaro-sama activated Kurumi, so he is Kurumi's master." Kurumi promptly informed Motoko.
"How did he activate you?" Motoko prompted, thinking that perhaps it would be for the best if the demented android could be shut down permanently. Or if not that, then at least shut down and then activated by someone less perverted then Urashima.
"It was the power of our burning love for each other that activated Kurumi! Kurumi is certain of it!" Kurumi dreamily responded, causing Motoko to grunt in disbelief, before she toppled over onto her back again.
"So, let me get this straight." Haruka said as the entire gang had been rounded up to meet the new 'resident' at the Hinata Sou and Keitaro had explained her rather peculiar nature. "You found this 'Steel Angel' in the secret tunnels underneath Hinata Sou. Somehow, she got activated by you and proclaimed you her master. She believes that the two of you are in love. She protects you from the girls, refusing to let them do you any harm. She is willing to do anything you ask of her." she repeated. "Got any of that wrong? No? All right. Congratulations, Keitaro." she finished and reached for her pack of fags.
"Congratulations!" Keitaro exclaimed. "Congratulations for what!"
"You found a girl who loves you, will do anything for you and won't let any of the tenants harm you. I believe congratulations are in order." Haruka explained and extracted a cigarette from the pack, flipping it up into her mouth with practised ease. "Sure, you won't get any kids with her. But other then that, you've found the perfect girl for you."
"Oh, boy. What a day." Keitaro grunted as he sank into the warm water in his barrel. He closed his eyes and allowed most of the tension to just slither off, washed away by the cleansing hot bath.
"Hello, master." Kurumi greeted him as she strolled through the door, closed it behind her and walked up to the barrel as if she didn't have a care in the world.
"Wh-w-w-wh-w-wh-wha-w-w-wha-wh-w-what are you d-d-do-doing he-h-here?" Keitaro stuttered. "What are you doing!" he further demanded as Kurumi started to remove her clothes.
"Kurumi is joining master! I'll wash you, master." she proclaimed and finished stripping, stepping out of her panties with an eager expression. "I'll make sure that you're all clean, master." she promised with determination shining from her eyes.
"Whah-wh-wha-HEY!" Keitaro stuttered as she emptied a bucked of water over herself, then climbed into the barrel with him, straddling one of his legs as she did so.
"Don't worry, master. Kurumi knows what to do. Kurumi used to bathe all the time with master Daisuke." she revealed, then pressed herself up against Keitaro and wrapped her arms around him, her chest pressed against his. A split second later, Keitaro slipped into unconsciousness and the water in the barrel started turning red as blood gushed out of his nose.
The End! ( For now... )