"Take My Hand"
A Love Hina/Doctor Who crossover story.
By MakKeiUra
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Love Hina, Ken Akamatsu does, nor do I own Doctor Who. The BBC and its various units and writers own the good Doctor. No profit or other monies are being made from this work.
NOTES: For Love Hina, this story takes place in an alternate universe/future to the anime-only continuity. For Doctor Who, this takes place in whatever comes next for the 12th Doctor after "The Husbands of River Song" but before the next canon adventure… which the BBC tells us will be another Steven Moffat penned Christmas special. On the part of Love Hina, as I was always too damned poor to acquire the manga, any extras you see in this story that don't quite jive with the anime are freely absorbed from almost fifteen years of reading Love Hina fan fiction. Things diverge from canon after TV episode 25. While I do acknowledge that, obviously, this story will alter a lot of the background purposes of what drives the main characters in Love Hina, I suspect that this is what you are here for.
REVISION C: Restructuring/expansion of first two chapters.
000
"Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are." - Malcolm Forbes.
Father had called for them.
This in and of itself was not unusual. It happened often enough for the select few charged with his care and immediate protection. But this time was different. This time it was for almost everyone on the ship.
Father had been recovering for a long time, allowing his wounds to heal since the escape from what had been-and will be again-home. The calamity unleashed by the beings known-and cursed-as the Doctor and the Mistress had been a setback, yes, but backup protocols had already gone into effect to further sanitize the surface of their home world from the unfocused rage of those that had come before. It would only be a matter of time before they could return. Indeed, the last report said that it would only likely be a scant few cycles. Once they returned home, then everything would return to normal. This had already been reviewed and trained for. All was ready.
If that is the case, then why had Father called them?
Once everyone had arrived in the circular room. One stood forward as Father sat in his chair.
[ALL HAVE BEEN CALLED HERE! ALL HAVE ARRIVED!]
Father advanced forward. With effort, he spoke, quiet at first but steadily gaining volume and power. "My children… our home will soon be ready for us again."
[ALL HAIL THE SUPREME ONE!]
Father's lips moved, at first soundlessly again, then louder: "But… we must prepare ourselves first. We were almost defeated… we must… *strengthen* ourselves against any and all threats from outside and from within… in life or in death!"
Those who had assembled swivelled back and forth. What could he mean, exactly?
A smile from Father. "Rest assured, a solution has been found. A source of power… regenerative… destructive power… beyond anything we have ever experienced is just waiting for us!" He cackled.
Silence. Father would reveal what needed to be revealed. Indeed, it is an honor even to hear this much from him.
"Remain at the ready." Father said. "I have already sent for this energy source to be tested and collected. We should received news of victory shortly. I have called you all here in case extra assistance is required."
[VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY!]
Father's cracked lips curled into a slow smile.
000
He sipped tea slowly with one hand as his other hand held chalk. Chalk that he worked across the blackboard, scrawling equations and diagrams. What was he working on? Oh yes, altering the gravitation constant of the universe so he could better observe the various subtleties of the time-stream. How long had he been at this? He knew the TARDIS could tell him, but it mattered not. He would work as long as there was tea in the kettle. And since he had fixed the tea kettle to materialize hot tea continuously, it would be a long time to come.
The Doctor knew, intellectually, that this was probably not the best way to deal with sorrow and boredom, but he also knew that if he stopped his calculations for one moment he'd suddenly look over his shoulder, half-expecting to see River or somebody else whose face he could not quite recall. He mentally berated himself. He had composed a song for her, dammit, why could he not recall much more than impressions or half-familiar words? He's dealt with death and the leaving of companions for thousands of years, why was this time any different?
The chalk in his hands wrote a theorem, one that he knew briefly explained an underlying concept that was at work in The Library, where the Vashta Nerada lurked, and Professor River Song would die.
"Dammit!" the Doctor growled, as he sipped some more tea. Another diagram, a math problem, a picture of a puppy and a frankly vulgar saying he once heard uttered by Donna Noble after indulging in too much wine found their way on the chalkboard. The TARDIS sensed he was nearing the end of one blackboard, and produced another one. The Doctor started on the fresh one after refilling his tea.
It was after the fourth blackboard had been half-filled that the Doctor noticed what had been bothering him (besides everything else) since this morning (for him). Every time he worked out, with the TARDIS' assistance, the regular interval of the multi-verse energy renewal within the time vortex, there was a slight discrepancy. An occasional imperfection was not common, but it was hardly completely unheard of to a Time Lord. But this one was regularly occurring, if very subtly.
"Yes, I see it now." The Doctor said, responding to the TARDIS' concern. "Looks like someone is prying open a crack in the time-vortex."
He now turned away from the various black-boards. Now at the TARDIS' console, he looked from one overhead monitor to another, then made several adjustments to the controls. The Doctor looked at these monitors for an indeterminable amount of time, then frowned.
"So that's what that little *boy* has been up to." He looked closer. "Interesting Earth in that universe, too… lots of kiss-kiss, slap-slap, though. But such resilience! Very well then, let us see what has piqued his interest."
More time passed, soon the Doctor's curious frown had turned into anger. "If he thinks I would have not noticed this, he has another thing coming."
Now the Doctor's hands flew back to the controls, making more adjustments, then he spun over to a new, freshly provided blackboard, and began working out more calculations.
"Prepare for a cross-dimensional communication stream… a holographic projection should do it!" He shouted to the TARDIS, which complied.
000
Sunday April 5th, 2009
Hinata City, Kanagawa Prefecture
Keitaro Urashima, 29 year old manager of the Hinata Inn fumbled briefly with the keys as he found the desired tarnished Yale key, then firmly inserted it into the old lock and turned. Once he opened the lock, he returned the key ring to his tool belt with a jingle and balanced the cleaning supplies under his other arm. After he slide open the door, his eyes adjusted to the darkness within the room, the only light in the closed-off rooms in the Inn was what emitted through the dusty sheets covering the closed blinds over the windows. Soon, he found what he was looking for.
"Hello Moe-Chan, how are you?" Keitaro whispered to the seated doll, putting his cleaning supplies on the floor next to the chair, then gently removing the sheet in much the same way he always did every month when he tended to her.
Moe-Chan sat silently, her metal arms folded on her lap.
"Right now, it's just you and me," Keitaro spoke as he gently dabbed some oil soap on a fresh cleaning rag, "Sara-chan successfully graduated high school, and was accepted to Harvard and she's off to kick back with her friends in Hawaii before she starts preparing for fall semester. She moved out three days ago… so it's time for some renovations," the manager started with Moe-Chan's fingers; making sure they would shine before his next visit.
After some time continuing with his cleaning duties, Keitaro looked up into her eyes. Sometimes, he suspected that the day when Moe-Chan came to life was the third proudest moment of his life. Sure, he had joyously shared in others with his family and friends—graduations, birthdays, engagement parties, weddings, birth celebrations, and anniversaries, but out of all the moments of his life he wondered if this was the best third place outcome he could ever have hoped for
Soon, Keitaro was done with Moe-Chan's hands and arms, he put away the cleaning rag and took out a lint roller and a small brush from his pack. He started removing the errant pieces of dust that had accumulated on Moe-chan's artificial body underneath the sheet since last month.
'Well, I guess allowing Moe-Chan to live for a time isn't bad to be in third place next to helping Motoko-chan grow into a true warrior and accomplishing the promises to Naru-chan and Mutsumi-chan,' he thought as he finished with Moe-Chan's body. Both Naru and Mutsumi had graduated Tokyo U and gone on to exciting careers.
"Just wish someone had told me what to do when I could not live up to my promise..." Keitaro, once again armed with the cleaning rag, started to delicately clean Moe-Chan's face.
He smiled at some of his memories over the past nine years. Some were a bit painful still, others bittersweet, and then there those joyous one that made everything in between more bearable. As he cleaned the doll's face, he recalled the fourth failure to get into Tokyo U. Naru's and Mutsumi's success in gaining admission, and his vow to Naru that he would succeed on his next try.
And then his next try… that year Naru discovered a talent for difficult science and mathematics. Kitsune settled into a steady job writing for the local newspaper; before long she was a featured columnist. Su tutored Naru, Shinobu won a local cooking competition and Mutsumi finally succeeded with growing the largest watermelon ever.
Then came the next exam failure. Su began attending Tokyo U; found there were some things edible on campus and joined Naru in her studies. Shinobu started taking part-time courses at a culinary school and that soon turned into full-time coursework… in addition to her finishing high school. The petite Hinata cook and Manager's helper began work on her first cookbook that year… Motoko began attending Tokyo U as well, surprising everyone with her selection of Pre-Law. The samurai girl then proceeded to surpass that surprise by soon bringing home a steady boyfriend.
'Five years ago,' Keitaro thought as he continued delicately detailing Moe-Chan's facial features. He sighed, remembering the rest; parts of it still hurt. The river of time sometimes swept you clean off your feet, but the crash into the water still stung.
Then came the letter from the local utilities saying that, unfortunately for the Hinata Inn, the electrical and water meters had been out of adjustment for several years and were now finally fixed. Of course, they had to pay back the amount that they had been undercharged. Su and Naru had begun plans for digging a well and also constructing a small back-yard fission pile to help with the utilities, but after a quick joint visit from the Mol-Mol Nuclear Safety Commission and the Japanese Atomic Energy Agency, it was agreed that there was just no way to make it work and still observe the needed safety protocols. Su pouted, of course, but made a commitment to continue working with the relevant agencies on research to make such a thing feasible in the future. As for the well, the water pumped from it was never anything less than cake mud.
To add to all that, Keitaro had also received notice that the Inn's insurance would be going up significantly, and also higher property tax valuations had kicked in due to tax increases.
It was at an Inn meeting around the dinner table, originally called to discuss these financial matters that, with a heavy heart, Keitaro rose and announced that due to these hardships, he would be forced to get a full-time job as a children's book illustrator to supplement the Inn's income, and also to stop trying to get into Tokyo U. He then apologized to Naru and Mutsumi, fighting back tears; but a couple still managed to stream down his cheeks. He then apologized to each and everyone in attendance at the meeting, even Haruka, Seta, and Su (she gave him a banana), and Sara who much to his surprise gave him a brief high-five. While no one had been happy to hear this news, nor were they surprised. Kitsune patted Keitaro on the back and gave him a hug, whispering briefly to him her heartfelt gratitude. Keitaro especially took time to carefully bow and apologize to Motoko and Shinobu. Shinobu gave Keitaro a strong hug, declaring he would always be her sempai and Motoko told him that though she had apologized and asked for his pardon for the way she had treated him in the first year when he started running the inn; once again she told him she wished to renew those requests and to add one to them. Keitaro had looked up into Motoko's stoic yet expressive eyes, asking what did she wish to add to what had already been said some time before.
"Urashima-san," Motoko said, "what I owe you is beyond evaluation." The Tokyo U student and samurai clutched the sheathed Hina blade at her side, then bowed deeply before him, and then quietly excused herself.
The meeting adjourned somberly, and Keitaro shuffled aimlessly in the general direction of his room. He was surprised to see Naru and Mutsumi already there, waiting for him.
Keitaro sniffled, told himself it was just the dust, as he finished his work on Moe-Chan. That meeting in his room with his two promise girls had left him barely able to walk for a few days afterward.
That night, Naru and Mutsumi told Keitaro that they completely supported his decision, and accepted his apology, but that he really should have given up on Tokyo U years earlier.
A single, pesky tear was at the corner of Keitaro's eye, he told himself he would not let it drop. Part of his mind raged against him for remembering this painful chapter again. If that tear dropped, it would tarnish Moe-Chan with his luck. Still, he remembered…
Keitaro had told Naru he just wanted to go to Tokyo U because of the promise, to be with her because he loved her. And for Mutsumi to be with who had become one of their best friends.
The girls had shared a look with each other, then both looked at the floor, seeming to shuffle their feet sheepishly in unison. Finally, in turn, Naru and Mutsumi told Keitaro that they wish they had told him sooner, but they both now had boyfriends; fellow students at Tokyo U.
Keitaro never recalled the moment that his knees buckled. The only thing to this day he recalled was the hard impact on his back as he fell sideways into his bookcase, then crumbling to the ground amid several books hitting him squarely in the face.
He never heard Naru and Mutsumi yelling, asking him if he was okay, but he did recall the door being swiftly slid open and Motoko kneeling next to him, checking him briefly while asking Naru what had happened. Shinobu, Haruka, and the others arrived in the manager's room as Naru finished her explanation.
Motoko had stood up sharply, advanced towards Naru and slapped her. "You were supposed to tell him last week!" Motoko raged.
"Motoko-chan, please listen..." Mutsumi asked uncertainly, not sure of the outcome if she spoke. "I know we promised you we would tell Kei-kun—or else you would tell him yourself-but we just never found the best time."
"Y-you two call this the best time?!" Motoko screamed at them in disgust. She jabbed a finger in Mutsumi's face. "I also told you that night you two should have told Urashima-san the day you two decided to become open to dating!"
By this time, Shinobu, Haruka, and Seta were helping Keitaro out of his room while the argument ensued. By the time, Keitaro blacked out entirely on that day, he heard Kitsune telling the two promise girls that they had behaved cowardly and only made a bad situation that much worse for Keitaro. Naru countered that it was never really true that Keitaro was ever going to really date her in the first place. Mutsumi smartly took this opportunity to faint.
Keitaro shuddered a bit, even though he was wearing a long sleeved shirt, he felt suddenly cold. That was one of the worst days of his life. Naru and Mutsumi had taken the hint to make themselves scarce for a few days. Granny Hina returned; this time to stay. She simply stated it was time to come home and be with her family. Motoko, Shinobu, Kitsune and Haruka looked after him and Granny while assisting with the Inn until he was back on his feet again. This was never forgotten by Keitaro, who always communicated with the four quite a bit more than the others.
This was especially true of the period after Motoko graduated from Tokyo U, a year early no less, then moved back home to Kyoto to be closer to her fiance and for her graduate courses in law, then successfully completing the examination to become a lawyer, and finally starting her legal internship while also serving her family's dojo as junior legal counsel in training. When Motoko's long engagement turned into a slow, painful realization that it just was not to be, Motoko soon began preparations to take over the leadership of the God's Cry School from her aunt when the time came. She also continued to teach the school's art part-time as well as continue on as full-time junior legal counsel after her legal internship was complete.
Through all these trials in the swordswoman's life Keitaro always made sure to call Motoko on the phone to see how she was doing, and a small unassuming gift of tea and sweets every so often was something Motoko looked forward to receiving during that year after the breaking of her engagement. Motoko had returned the favor during the period of mourning for Granny Hina after her death, as well as the year afterward.
"Motoko-chan…." he whispered. Indeed, it was Motoko's face, hair, and gentle yet stern voice that echoed to him in his dreams the most over the years. Sometimes he even awakened in the night with a start, sweating profusely, his hand reaching up, or to his side, desperately trying to grasp something. To follow, somehow. When his hand collapsed, not finding any support, he always had to deal with the sweat, tears, and the ache in his loins.
Keitaro shook his head, berating himself. Yes, he wanted to see her again; to have her close by, more than anything, but how could he do that to her? Try and drag her down, keep her from achieving the heights in her clan, and also in her career, all to ease his failure and loneliness? And what if he did… address his feelings with Motoko and she accepted? It had not been too long since her engagement ended; would she just view him as a rebound relationship? Or think he was being an opportunistic pervert? What about marriage? And what about children? How could he ask her to have his children? No, he would damage her clan...
A bitter, paper-thin chuckle did escape Keitaro's lips as he finished up his work with Moe-Chan, still fighting the tears in his eyes. Right now, he just wanted to finish with this task and then move on with the next one. That was how he managed, day to day.
000
Kyoto City, Kyoto Prefecture, God's Cry School of Kendo…
Motoko Aoyama closed her laptop after carefully (she still had a tough time with technology) saving her work on the dojo's landscaping contracts. She was dressed in her gi and hakama, ready for a morning of teaching kendo to teenagers and then a session with her Aunt Kaede, practicing for her future role as the head of the God's Cry School. Her eyes drifted across her room to her book shelf. On top, next to the sword-stand where the Hina katana rested, was the scroll she had been studying for the last two weeks every night before bed.
The scroll had been disturbing, but enlightening. To think that after being raised in the dojo that she had never heard about such knowledge was off-putting, but she understood why what the scroll contained was not more widely-known. The Secret Techniques described in it would make almost impossible demands on a warrior's ki, but if they could be successfully performed they would mean the difference between life and death in a battle or an emergency situation.
'Some things should only be revealed if absolutely necessary to preserve life,' Motoko thought. She then chuckled inwardly. 'Preserve life; if those techniques had one error in execution they would instantly kill the warrior performing them.'
She looked at the clock on the wall. Five minutes. She opened up her date planner, checking over her tasks for that day. She smiled, later Motoko and her sister Tsuruko would discuss a certain little surprise they (mostly Motoko) were planning for a friend. Finally, the last item for that day in her planner was a phone call to said friend.
Motoko read the line item in her planner back to her. '9:30 PM, call Keitaro to see about coming down to Hinata City for lunch. Plant idea in his dense head about taking a vacation in Kyoto when the renovations on the Inn begin.'
Gracefully, she rose and retrieved the Hina blade. She carefully unsheathed it, giving the katana a careful visual inspection. It was time. She returned the blade to its scabbard.
Motoko exited her office, then proceeded out of the small converted guest house that housed her rooms and office. She slid the door shut behind her when she noticed someone sitting on the deck.
"Oh, hello!" the funny looking western looking man with curling, silver hair dressed in a dark suit said to Motoko as he strummed a classic style electric guitar on the doorstep of the traditional building that housed Motoko's office and room at the God's Cry Kendo School in Kyoto.
Her hand instinctively on the hilt of the Hina sword, Motoko spoke clearly: "Identify yourself, you are trespassing on sacred grounds."
The man looked down at the guitar, tuning some of the strings, he then played a quiet tune. "Well, good thing I am not here then."
Motoko drew her weapon partly from its sheath, "State your business before I call every blade in this place and then the police." She noted for the inevitable police report that his accent was Scottish.
The man and his guitar flickered in and out of existence in front of her with a brief doubling and tripling of image in front of her and a faint crackle of static.
Motoko blinked, observing this, but remaining at the ready. Was this stranger one of Su and Naru's weird friends, perhaps?
"Like I said, I'm not here." The man said. He set the guitar aside and stood up to face her, hands at his side.
"A hologram is still more than capable of bothering me." Motoko stated evenly. "That still ranks as an unwanted intrusion."
The flickering image stopped. The man appeared perfectly clearly again. "I'd love to continue these extended introductions, but you unfortunately do not have the time."
"I have plenty of time," Motoko sheathed the Urashima family katana entrusted to her fully. "By the time the night is out, my clan will have your location and then you will answer for disturbing our peace here." Motoko sighed, "for Kami-sama's sake have you ever heard of the mail, a phone call, a knock on the front gate, or even smoke signals?"
"Aoyama-sama, you do not have the *time*."
"Myself?" Motoko asked, her patience almost at its end. "But what about you?"
"The longer we waste with this game the less time you have to save your world," the man's image flickered again. "Now listen, I am not here; indeed I am not even on your planet or even in your universe. This holographic projection is aimed through a crack in the space-time continuum of *my* universe into yours."
Motoko sighed. 'Wait,' she looked at his facial expression. He was telling the truth, or at least what he sincerely believed to be the truth. "how did you know my name?" Despite her placement and prominence within her clan, her identity was not easily publicly available to those outside of the God's Cry School.
"I'll at least tell you that. The Taar, eh-" the man stopped, seemingly thinking better of trying to explain too much. "A friend of mine with talent with seeing through these cracks in time and space has seen a number of events in the time-stream of your universe. Not to put too fine a point on this, but while I don't know everything about you, I will tell you what I do know very briefly. I know about you, your sister Tsuruko, a man named Keitaro Urashima, a Grandmother Hina, Keisuke Urashima, Moe-Chan and a whole lot about ki energies and how they're all connected with you and them."
Motoko paled. "You have my attention."
"Good," the man replied. "Listen carefully, I will not have time to repeat this. First, I will introduce myself properly. I am the Doctor, a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in a universe parallel to your own. I will tell you first what you need to know then, with your permission, I will project a memory wave which will visually show you some memories of mine relevant to this threat. It will be instantaneous, your brain will store them like memories and organize the knowledge from them."
000
The tear did fall, of course, and it briefly tarnished Moe-Chan's still features before Keitaro wiped it off. "sorry," he said to the doll. He would clean her again, he owed the silent doll that much.
-Click… click… click-
Keitaro looked up. He looked around, wondering if a long forgotten clock in the room had just stopped ticking. Telling himself that was ridiculous, considering how long this section of the inn had been closed off, Keitaro looked down-
-and found himself looking directly into Moe-Chan's eyes.
"M-m-moe-Chan?" Keitaro sputtered.
More clicks, a brief light flicker to her eyes, and a creak of gears.
Keitaro's heart lept into his throat. "Moe-Chan! Can you hear me? Say something!"
"… cannot… hold the barrier seals… any longer… Keisuke-sama… Hina-sama… Keitaro-sama… Aoyama-sama not here… not enough… ki energy… cannot stop them...cannot hold *them* back anymore..."
Keitaro swallowed. Elated though he was to hear Moe-Chan operate again, this did not sound good. "Wh-what do you mean, Moe-Chan?"
Moe-Chan opened her eyes fully, her silver pupils boring into his. "They are coming."
Keitaro was about to ask who "they" were when the entire room shook, nearly causing him and Moe-Chan to topple over onto the dusty floor. After finding his footing again, he noted that the entire room seemed to be vibrating from the ground up. Keitaro had the feeling that he and Moe-Chan needed to get out of there immediately. He hoped Moe-Chan would be able to stand-
"Come on, Moe-Chan, we're going for a little walk," Keitaro secured his arm around the doll's shoulders and eased her up into a standing position.
A smaller, but closer, shaking occurred, this time from down the hallway.
"Who's there?!" Keitaro shouted.
Silence, even from Moe-Chan.
"Stay here," Keitaro said. He picked up a large hammer from his tool belt and went over to the door, and listened.
Keitaro listened for perhaps half a minute, still hearing no sound he slowly slid open the old door and peeked his head out into the dimly lit hallway.
"EXTERMINATE!"
000
Motoko swallowed in a suddenly dry throat, almost as soon as it began it was over, her mind reeling trying to remember, absorb, organize, and use all the information the man had told/shown her. Her first order of business was to speak to her sister, then Urashima, then Su and Naru…
"Listen to those memories I have shown you, Motoko-sama. Learn from them, I did not get to be over 2,000 years old without making some mistakes along the way, learning from them, and then sometimes, when lucky, correcting them. Sometimes, those memories can provide just the right kick to the arse that we need."
She nodded, still trying to handle both what she now knew but also trying to plan for the struggle ahead.
"Motoko-sama, our time has come to an end" the flickering holographic projection of the Doctor said to her. He smiled sadly, was silent for a moment, he seemed to be debating if he should say anything further. Finally, in a voice not much above a whisper: "Perhaps after all this business is done, you may think you should leave things with Urashima-san as they were before as 'just friends.'"
The holographic Doctor looked around the courtyard of this part of the school. Seemingly enjoying the brief serenity he observed in the world Motoko inhabited. "Well, maybe you are right-"
She listened.
"-but I doubt it," he lowered his head to look squarely at her. "That is my parting gift for you, Motoko Aoyama; that doubt."
With a brief flicker and the faint crackle in the air, he was gone.
Motoko's cell phone message notification sounded in her robes. She fished it out, looked at the sender, and forced herself to calmly open the message.
"Kami-sama… no..." Motoko recognized the image from one of the memories the Doctor had shown her. The caption underneath the message read: "Help! Hiding in old passages with Moe-Chan. They're all over looking for us! Sounds like inn flying through the air."
Motoko started running for the main house, shouting for her sister Tsuruko, her mother Konoha, and the current head of the God's Cry School, her aunt Kaede. She knew she was drawing attention from the other students and staff at the school, but it would serve her purpose. As she reached the house where she grew up, Motoko heard a rumbling noise from overhead. She looked up, and saw five large metallic objects high in the sky and getting smaller as they soon left the area above Kyoko. The objects had come from the direction of Kanagawa. As she reached the house to see her worried mother, sister, aunt, and her brother in law Mitsuru there, Motoko began to explain that Keitaro was in grave danger; she showed them the picture and the message from Keitaro. This and what was just seen in the sky above erased any doubt about the gravity of the situation.
As Motoko started texting back a simple message to Keitaro, she was aware of the preparations beginning around her, her aunt and mother calling for the school's finest to report immediately, Mitsuru called the authorities, and Tsuruko called Naru and Su's laboratory. Motoko sent her message, and prayed silently to the kami it would be received.
"I am coming for you and Moe-Chan. Keep out of sight and hang on!"
000
TO BE CONTINUED...