Motoko sighed and propped her head onto her palm, resting her elbow on the
kitchen counter. Her other hand rested on the empty sheath for her katana.
The counter, being one of Urashima's rather weak bamboo creations, tipped
precariously and creaked ominously.
"Oh, Motoko, don't!" Shinobu turned around, the chopping knife still grasped in her hand. She was holding the knife so hard, her knuckles were turning white, and looked as if they were about to pop out with her eyes, which were bulging. Motoko sighed once again.
"I don't understand –why- you don't get rid of this damn piece of crap, Shinobu! It can barely hold up the weight of my elbow; how will it manage for Christmas celebration?"
"Don't sigh, Motoko! Every time you sigh, a little bit of your happiness goes away from you!" Mutsumi sang, while she waltzed into the kitchen, holding Tama-chan above her head. "Come back, happiness, come back!" Mutsumi pantomimed chasing something invisible around the slippery kitchen floor, while Tama-chan myiued happily and consented to flying around the room.
"Motoko, would you- "Shinobu turned around with a steaming plate of fish to where Motoko was standing a second ago. "Where's Motoko?" The kitchen's noise quieted down to a whisper, and only then could the kitchen's inhabitants hear the ragged breathing emitting from the cupboard under the sink. Shinobu tsked her disapproval, put down her fish, and opened the cupboard gently. Motoko was huddled in the tiny, dirty space, forced into an awkward position by the metal curve of the sink. The vein in her temple visibly throbbed, and her right eye twitched involuntarily.
"Don't worry, Motoko, she's gone," Shinobu murmured soothingly, beckoning with her hand like she would to a startled animal. Motoko slowly climbed out, snapping her head from side to side, uncannily like a hawk, checking for danger.
"What is –wrong- with that turtle? Isn't it a girl?" Kitsune asked. She had entered silently during the crazy fray. "Is it lesbian or something?"
"Alert me when you are sober, you crazy drunk vixen," Motoko muttered as she stood up and dusted herself off. "It obviously knows of my weakness, and wishes to lead its clan to attack Hinata-"Mutsumi, who had been holding her hands behind her back for the whole time, suddenly stood forward.
"Motoko, don't be afraid! Tama-chan just wants to kiss you!" Mutsumi's hands shot out like arrows from behind her back, and lo and behold, Tama- chan was perched on the uplifting palms, smooching its lips like some crazy invention of Su's!
This is just a typical day here at Hinata Inn; an inn turned into a girl's dormitory over the years as business waned. My name is Urashima Haruka, and I own the Hinata Tea House, not far from the inn. Urashima Keitaro is my nephew, and he seems to always get in, unfortunately, very compromising situations at Hinata Inn. More than once he has been kicked out and more than once he has been accepted back. However, he is now finally at his dreamed-of position at Toudai University, with his violent beloved, Naru Narusegawa, the girl of his, rather plentiful, promises. So for the time being, I am taking care of the inn for him until, or should I say, -if- he comes back graduated and/or alive.
Around here, Hinata Inn is always so busy. Wouldn't it be wonderful if the Inn gave us what we wanted, just when we needed it? That is one of the mysterious things about Hinata Inn. It has recovered promises long forgotten, revealed dark and deep secrets, and most importantly, bonded souls together.
Will you journey with us down the path of memories and promises, showered with the budding flowers of friendship?
"Oh, Motoko, don't!" Shinobu turned around, the chopping knife still grasped in her hand. She was holding the knife so hard, her knuckles were turning white, and looked as if they were about to pop out with her eyes, which were bulging. Motoko sighed once again.
"I don't understand –why- you don't get rid of this damn piece of crap, Shinobu! It can barely hold up the weight of my elbow; how will it manage for Christmas celebration?"
"Don't sigh, Motoko! Every time you sigh, a little bit of your happiness goes away from you!" Mutsumi sang, while she waltzed into the kitchen, holding Tama-chan above her head. "Come back, happiness, come back!" Mutsumi pantomimed chasing something invisible around the slippery kitchen floor, while Tama-chan myiued happily and consented to flying around the room.
"Motoko, would you- "Shinobu turned around with a steaming plate of fish to where Motoko was standing a second ago. "Where's Motoko?" The kitchen's noise quieted down to a whisper, and only then could the kitchen's inhabitants hear the ragged breathing emitting from the cupboard under the sink. Shinobu tsked her disapproval, put down her fish, and opened the cupboard gently. Motoko was huddled in the tiny, dirty space, forced into an awkward position by the metal curve of the sink. The vein in her temple visibly throbbed, and her right eye twitched involuntarily.
"Don't worry, Motoko, she's gone," Shinobu murmured soothingly, beckoning with her hand like she would to a startled animal. Motoko slowly climbed out, snapping her head from side to side, uncannily like a hawk, checking for danger.
"What is –wrong- with that turtle? Isn't it a girl?" Kitsune asked. She had entered silently during the crazy fray. "Is it lesbian or something?"
"Alert me when you are sober, you crazy drunk vixen," Motoko muttered as she stood up and dusted herself off. "It obviously knows of my weakness, and wishes to lead its clan to attack Hinata-"Mutsumi, who had been holding her hands behind her back for the whole time, suddenly stood forward.
"Motoko, don't be afraid! Tama-chan just wants to kiss you!" Mutsumi's hands shot out like arrows from behind her back, and lo and behold, Tama- chan was perched on the uplifting palms, smooching its lips like some crazy invention of Su's!
This is just a typical day here at Hinata Inn; an inn turned into a girl's dormitory over the years as business waned. My name is Urashima Haruka, and I own the Hinata Tea House, not far from the inn. Urashima Keitaro is my nephew, and he seems to always get in, unfortunately, very compromising situations at Hinata Inn. More than once he has been kicked out and more than once he has been accepted back. However, he is now finally at his dreamed-of position at Toudai University, with his violent beloved, Naru Narusegawa, the girl of his, rather plentiful, promises. So for the time being, I am taking care of the inn for him until, or should I say, -if- he comes back graduated and/or alive.
Around here, Hinata Inn is always so busy. Wouldn't it be wonderful if the Inn gave us what we wanted, just when we needed it? That is one of the mysterious things about Hinata Inn. It has recovered promises long forgotten, revealed dark and deep secrets, and most importantly, bonded souls together.
Will you journey with us down the path of memories and promises, showered with the budding flowers of friendship?