Recently, I've been reading some of the Hinata fandoms "What if Keitaro got his act together and left the Hinata/told off the girls" fics and decided I wanted to try my hand at it.

Love Hina belongs to Akumatsu Ken, while this fic belongs to me.

It was another day of the same thing as Keitaro Urashima entered the Hinata Inn to switch form his job as Seta's assistant to the Inn/dorm landlord – he'd would walk into the room and Naru would hit him because of something he did she thought was perverted, then Motoko would enter and hit him because he had upset Naru into hitting him for being a pervert. Then he'd walk into a different room and get kicked in the head by Su and Sarah, the former as a greeting (or so she claimed) and the latter for working with her father and keeping him from her (though she could easily just ask to tag along to see him when he was at the university), then Mitsune/Kitsune would enter jokingly claiming he was molesting the two and Naru and Motoko would come at him again. Then he'd go see Au-big sis Haruka, and get hit for screwing up her title again. Then he'd return upstairs and see Shinobu, say something nice that she took out of context, get accused of molestation again by Kitsune/Mitsune, and in come Motoko and Naru from no where to "punish him". Then he'd go to his office to look at bills and study, only for one of then to burst in to either yell at him or hit him. Then he'd go to clean springs, have the girls ignore the cleaning sign he painstakingly set up, walk in, and be dog pilled for peeking he never intended. Then finally, he'd head to his room, run into Mutsumi, who would faint on him, a cry of rape from guess who, and you know who else would give him a one way ticket half way across Tokyo, forcing him to take several buses back home and try to reach his room – only for the whole process to start over again.

But it began to eventually feel different somehow, as did the days following. For quite sometime now recently, he felt something slowly build up inside him. He wasn't sure what it was, but every time the girls had hit him, yelled at him, or accused him of doing something lecherous, it popped up and caused the sudden urge to hit them back, to yell as accusatory and loudly as they had. He had attempted to push it down; after all, it was all his fault – tripping on thin air and into Naru's cleavage, accidentally enraging Motoko by admiring her training stance with what she claimed to be "a perverted gleam in his eye", making Shinobu cry with his antics, getting set up for one of Kitsune's pranks, letting his guard down for Su to kidnap him for her latest experiments, catching Mutsumi when she passed out and looking as if he were about to do something indecent to her, working with Sarah's father and earning the little blonde American's possessive ire, forgetting to call Haruka big sister – and more.

Every single thing that went wrong in the Hinata Inn – no, every thing that went wrong in the world, was always traced back to him. And who could blame them

But no matter how hard he tried, the feeling just persisted. Whats more, like the feeling's slow build up, that apologetic side of him began to grow weaker and weaker with each passing day as he tried to push it down. It made Keitaro feel like he was behind a huge damaged dam; constantly plugging up holes and cracks in the foundation to keep it from bursting, only for a new one to take the others place.

Keitaro wasn't sure what was coming over him, but he wished it stopped.

But at the same time though, a tiny part of him wanted it to continue.

It was another day at the Hinata Inn, and all the girls seemed to be in a good mood as they left to for school or work or drinking as usual, unawares of the oppressive aching that had drape over their beloved landlord when he awoke that morning, leaving him cross and quite irritable. He had become distracted in class, felt like vomiting whenever stupid Naru's (when did he use that word with her?) name came up, and it had taken almost everything in him to stop himself from snapping at anyone who tried to ask what was wrong. He tried everything from drawing to buying his favorite foods to even studying – but the feeling kept following him like a persistent, angry bee to the point that he had to skip work with that idiot Seta(idiot? that's not right) because it had been left him feeling so under the weather. He had hoped that he might lose it by doing his duties at the dorms.

Instead, the feeling just compounded as he dizzily tried to finish his chores; checking out the heater (that whore Mitsune(when did he start call her that?) was complaining about chills and made a crass joke about her nipples hardening that he had no energy to be embarrassed about), adjusting the floor boards and roof tiles, checking the doors, and fixing up the damages caused by stupid (why did he use that word again?) Naru's punches and bitch(when did he use that word?) Motoko's sword.

But what frightened him the most was that painful desire to throttle those witches every minute they came near him to kick and punch him for no goddam reason again (When did he start talking like this?). It didn't even go away when Shinobu kindly asked if he was alright after noticing how off balanced he'd been ((not that the brat cares) What was he saying?!) . And that feeling that had been bothering him for the past months was now pushing back with full force, and he wasn't certain he could keep it down anymore (Did he want to though?(Yes he did!)).

The kind-hearted part of Keitaro worked tirelessly to keep the dam intact, but the cracks started coming in multiples and even he was reaching his limit.

He eventually retreated to his room without dinner, slumping against the wall as he held his head. What was going on with him? When did he get so easily irritated? And this feeling bubbling up – what was it? What was it doing to him?

What did it want?

Suddenly the door slammed open and Motoko stormed in as she immediately began to tear into him about skipping dinner and how insulting doing so had been to Shinobu, who painstakingly cooked it for them to enjoy (I'm not feeling well that's why. And if it's such a problem why can't the brat come up here to yell at me instead of-(Stop stop! I don't meant that I-(Yes I do!))).

Keitaro tried to explain he was not feeling well, but his brain locked up and refused to do so, allowing Motoko to continued on and on about how horrible he was and his head was throbbing and how Shinobu had cried because she thought she did something to make him skip dinner and his chest hurt and how all males were so heartless of others efforts and why won't the pain go away and Mitsune told her about that crass nipple job he had harassed her with and how long has she been talking and why was he-

He never heard it, because he had cut her off to say "Oh just shut up Motoko."

She had crossed the room in nearly two seconds flat to strike him at least eight times with her bokken

"You cur! Talking to a woman like that, you really have no shame!"

She struck him a few more times and added a few more insults before sheathing her wooden sword back into its casing and stomped out ten times angrier than when she had arrived "Your lucky Granny Hina asked us to let you stay here or else you'd be on the street! Might be an actual improvement on things here though…"

He sat up once she was gone, rubbing his swollen face as he tried to wipe the blood off, but the feeling was still festering; actually, Motoko's arrival had seemed to make it more worst than when he had first gotten home, and the dam seemed to be breaking part in multitudes as his Kindhearted half had to abandon some parts to protect the integrity of the others.

Wasn't this his Inn though? wasn't Motoko the one being allowed to stay, not the other way around?

But she's been here a long time, it was her home too. Besides, he really shouldn't have taken that tone with her, after all, it was his first.

What? Not, what he meant was that if that bitch cares so much about how she's talked to she should be treated with respect because I don't see her damn name on the land deed or that senile witch tricking her into coming into a dorm filled with kind hearted girls who don't give a damn about you

What was going on - He shouldn't be doing this, why was he thinking this? Why was he thinking any of these things.

Because it's not true

Then in walked Naru, fully clad in towel and looking ready to plop down into bed until she saw Keitaro on the floor staring at her. She panicked upon realizing he was there and what she was wearing before shifting into fury as she begin demanding he stop leering at her so lecherously and asking why he was in her room and other things he couldn't hear as his brain began to go red and a voice began whispering to him.

Stop taking this. She's just upset. She not the boss of you. I shouldn't have- Are you her landlord or is she yours?

He wasn't sure what it was saying either, but some part of him was agreeing with it and his anger boiled more and more until-

"…My room."

"What?"

Suddenly, he shot up, eyes wild as a strange force flowed through him, feeding the feeling as it began to reach critical mass "I said it's my room Naru! Of course I'm in here! Why don't you use that pea brain of yours you praise so much to remember that before you come waltzing in here half naked like you own the damn place!"

Naru's eyes went wide as her first flew, sending the bespectacled man across his room once more

"Don't you dare ever talk to me like that you pervert! I should just do us all a favor and kick your sorry butt out of here!"

She huffed and stepped out of his room, slamming the door behind her

He glared at the spot she had stood, and where Motoko stood, and where all the other girls stood whenever they came into his room unannounced to scream at him or trick him or hit him or insult him or threaten him or whenever they wanted something out of him, and something snapped.

And a feeling rose. Familiar, yet foreign.

It was white hot, burning, and irritating!

And before he could do anything about it, the dam burst forth, burying the weak-hearted Keitaro and leaving something…else in his place. The waters drowned the weaker side and the other one conducted their flow throughout him as the feeling he had been trying to hold down finally gave its name.

Rage.

Yes, rage, that was it!

That feeling that was overtaking him was rage!

Where it was coming from, he wasn't sure, but he knew that's what he was feeling!

He was done!

He was done with trying to pacify Naru.

He was done with trying to defrost Motoko.

He was done with getting misunderstood by Shinobu.

He was done with getting scapegoatted by Kits-Mitsune.

He was done with being lead on by Mutsumi.

He was done with being Suu's guinea pig and Sarah's punching bag.

He was done with Aunt Haruka (He didn't care what she said, that's what he was using!), Granny Hina, and Seita using him.

He was done putting up with all their little problems and getting bullied for it and trying to be the nice upstanding guy who got ground into the dirt for so much as breathing.

And most of all – he was done with having himself abused, insulted, harassed, and beaten over a stupid childhood promise that showed no signs of being properly reciprocated, let alone fulfilled.

He was just done period.

But he wasn't going to run away – oh no.

After all, he had a duty to the inn; it was his second home, his heritage. He had no where else to go, not after all the bridges he had burned with people who could take him in. – and let's face it, those girls would try to kill themselves ten seconds after he left and come drag him back to start the hellish cycle again.

But he was not going put up with it anymore.

He was going to fix everything – from how the inn is run to the people living in it.

Things would change, and he was going to see too it that they stayed changed for the better.

Don't worry Granny Hina, I'll keep my promise to you and "help" the girls with their problems – I'm just going to change my approach a bit…

And he knew just how, because for once in both their lives, Naru and Motoko had the right idea…

Haruka blinked as her nephew stormed past her, gliding up the stairs before Haruka could even great him.

She leaned against the counter and took a huge drag of her cigarette He's home early again…

It was becoming a ritualistic occurrence as of late – he would always be home before any of the girls and locked himself in the managers office doing lord knows what. Naru and Motoko had attempted to grill him on the matter, but they had recently found themselves unable to enter it as of late, and every time they cornered him, he slipped out of their grasp and seemed intent on avoiding them like the plague. In fact, he hadn't spoken to any of the residents or gone outside his office during that time.

Many of the girls simply assumed it was a repeat of the isolationist study practice he had engaged in for the entrance exams, but Naru insisted there weren't any major tests or events coming up at school and Seta exclaimed worry over his part-timer as he was skipping work over whatever he had engrossed himself in.

There was also a change in his responses when he was caught with no where to run. Every time he found himself on the receiving end of a her fan or Naru Punch or Motoko's sword or Kitsune's scams or Shinobu's crying or Mutsumi's fainting or Sarah and Su's kicks, rather than cry or apologize he just…glared at them, like those wild animals that get caught after going on a rampage. She couldn't tell what was going on in her nephew's head anymore, but none of it seemed good from what she saw…

But her biggest concern at the moment was the inn itself. Very recently, Haruka had felt a change in the house. It wasn't like when Granny had left for the hospital after she had broken her leg or Kanako's arrival – it was…sinister, coldhearted even. At first they though it was just issues with the utilities and tried having Keitaro fix them, but that didn't seem to be the case anymore. The girls have been reporting chills in the air, the waters in the spring turning scalding hot sometimes when they tried to bathe, an oppressive presence hanging over them wherever they went in the house, the teashop owner had even received news from Shinobu that she had heard noises coming from the Annex itself.

Chills and overheated hot springs were one thing, but the voodoo cauldron that was the annex of the Hinata inn, that area of mysticism and witchcraft, acting out as well – that was a sign of trouble to come.

A storm was brewing over the Hinata Inn, and Haruka had the strangest feeling she and the girls were going to be in the thick of whatever was coming.

She took another drag of her cigarette, eyes icily fixed at the ceiling "What are you up to this time…"

It was perfect; everything was going exactly as he had hoped it would. The girls and Big si-Aunt Haruka were going to be out the entire day, which gave him plenty of time to set his plan in motion.

He had already sent out the paperwork, set up the seals, thrown out the trash, place his contacts – he had everything he needed.

Now he just had to wait for them to arrive.

Everything would change now…

Naru Narusegawa, exhausted and worn out from a day of shopping and relaxing with her friends, free of the perverted misdemeanors of her landlord/boyfriend, as he had once again disappeared on them, was eagerly awaiting to take a soak in her dorms famed hot springs before retiring to her room to put away her newly bought clothes and begin studying for school tomorrow as she stepped inside.

Or at least she would have if the door had opened.

A/N: And it begins

Yes, I'm one of those people who take old school harem comedies way too seriously and deconstruct them like no tomorrow. And yes, I had fun writing this way too much as well (Angry!Keitaro is bestest Keitaro in my book).

As you can tell, this fic is timeline deep into the LH timeline, but way before the Momal arc. I hope I got the groups actions in character as it has been a long time since I've read the series. I also hoped I describe the gradual death of Kind-Hearted!Keitaro, because his existence is the only thing I could use to plausibly explain why someone like that would let something like what happened in the series happen to him on a daily basis without so much as a "What the Hell, Girls!".

My headcannon is that Keitaro does feel resentment against the girls whenever they beat on him as well as everything else – he just suppresses and never acts on it because years of Granny Hina's influence and abuse from the residences has given him a mix of Stockholm syndrome and Learned Helplessness and has convinced himself he can't fight back against them. And since he never gave himself a proper outlet for any of those feelings, it created the self-centered door matted wimp we all hate and love!

Now as we humans know, holding in your feelings bad (Queen Elsa can attest to that), especially when that feeling is negative like anger, because doing so leads to bad stuff like ulcers and tumors and migraines and road rage and failed tests and throwing stuff, and that's bad, m'kay? So I figured when (no ifs about this) he did start to crack, it would be a bit more dramatic, with Keitaro fighting tooth and nail to keep his "good-side" in charge while suppressing the "evil" urges to finally start fighting back infecting him(you know, like a puppy getting cancer… I'm sorry, that was uncalled for), as we all in the fandom can sympathize with.

See you next chapter