"Ai wa yume no mama de wa, tsudzukanai, musaboreba, utsukushii shikabane
soredemo."
* * * * * * * * * *
Tuxedo Jack
~and~
Craptacularly Spignificant Productions
~present, with some apologies to Akamatsu~
The Kyoto Liddo-Kun
Prologue
* * * * * * * * * *
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I don't own Love Hina. I certainly
don't own that story by (I think; it's been years since I
read it) Dashiell Hammett, which this is based off of. This
story, however, is mine. Please don't distribute it without
leaving it as is.
There is shoujo-ai ahead. In fact, this whole series is
practically nothing but shoujo-ai. If this offends, just
click "Back" and you'll not read it. Do forgive me if I'm
a touch classical or hopeless here; this _is_ my first
non-poetic piece that deals with romance, and it's certainly
my first shoujo-ai creation ever (serious shoujo-ai; the OVSDHH
endings doesn't count, since they're PWP scenes... except the
Shinobu one).
This series is a gift to Kanako Himezaki-Urashima. Unwrap
and enjoy.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hinata.
The very name of the city implies that it's a beautiful place,
and it is. The city's home to art, music, and people - gods,
hundreds of people.
I just had to move there, didn't I?
I suppose I should introduce myself, since talking to strangers
is rather rude. My name is Kanako Urashima, and I'm a private
investigator.
Lately, things have been in slump. Business hasn't exactly been
good (this is Japan; very few crimes are committed, and the police
generally solve them, which, unfortunately, puts a damper on my
funds), my secretary quit (so now I've got a temp by the name of
Shinobu), and my partner recently left the business.
All in all, life's been bad to me.
It was rainy that day, rainy and foggy. That in itself was odd,
since this area of Japan doesn't get fog too often. However, I
went in to my office that morning as usual, and Shinobu was there
with her good-morning smile and a fresh pot of coffee. I took
a cup, sat back in my office, and tried to push the dream I'd had
the previous night out of my mind.
About an hour later, I heard a knocking. A few moments later, Shinobu
opened my door and said that I had a visitor here on business. I nodded,
and she let the visitor in.
Even by my standards, this woman was gorgeous. Long red hair, brown eyes,
pouty red lips, and a figure that just wouldn't quit. Shinobu showed her
to a seat, and then slipped out.
"Are you Kanako Urashima?" she said.
"That would depend on who's asking."
"I'm Naru Narusegawa, and I'm looking for a private investigator."
I nodded. So this woman had issues that she needed solved. "Why would you
need one? You don't look like the kind of woman that finds herself in trouble
too often."
"Um, well, you see..." She started stumbling over her words for no apparent reason,
and after a minute or so, I got tired of it.
"Look, Naru, tell me what you came here for or go! I don't have time to waste
listening to this!" The girl sniffled, and she was clearly about to break down.
"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound that rude. Now what's the problem?"
She pulled out a tissue and wiped her nose. "It's... it's my boyfriend, Keitaro.
He went missing a few days ago, and it's not like him!"
I ran a hand over my chin. "Your boyfriend went missing, did he? Could he
be cheating?" I ran my eyes over her once again. Damn, she was stunning.
"Hell, if I were him, I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."
"It's not just that," she whispered. "He said that a friend of his was in
trouble, and that he'd found something he shouldn't have."
I smiled. Stolen goods - now this was my field of expertise. I could track
anything once I got a hint of it. "So Keitaro stole something?"
She shook her head in a negative sense. "No, no, Keitaro would never do that.
It's not his way. I mean, he's honest to the core, and once he sets his heart
on something, he does it."
I nodded. "Sounds like the knight in shining armor every woman wants," I said,
snorting afterwards.
"What, you don't want a guy like that?"
I sat upright. "That's private. Let's just say that I don't go for that kind
of guy."
"Sorry." Naru looked me straight in the eyes, and I was worried that for a second
she might see right through me. Fortunately, she asked me a second later - "Will
you find him? Please?"
I thought for a minute. When I saw her sniffle again - gods, I cracked. I can't resist
women like that. Never have, never will. Ah, Yuki, forgive me...
"I'll do it," I said absently. "Talk to Shinobu, she'll deal with the details."
Naru ran over and threw her arms around me. I tensed, but if was just a friendly hug.
"Thank you, thank you! Please, find him quickly, I miss him..."
She walked out, and a few moments later I heard her and Shinobu finalizing
the contracts. After she left, Shinobu came in with a fresh cup of coffee for me.
I gratefully accepted it, and Shinobu shook her head, causing her blue pageboy
haircut to swirl like mist around her face.
"Something on your mind, Shinobu?"
"Kanako-san, that woman..."
"What about her?" I said, a memory of her fresh in my mind and my lips upon
the coffee cup.
"She's... I don't know, there's something wrong about her, I can just feel it!"
I shrugged and put the mug down on my desk. "The only thing I'm worrying about
is if her check clears or not. If it doesn't... I may have to close up shop
here."
Shinobu blinked. "You're kidding! I didn't know that you were that badly off,
Kanako-san!"
"It's nothing. Don't worry your pretty head about it."
"If you say say, Kanako-san." Shinobu turned and left, her skirt flaring behind her.
I sighed.
This was going to be a _long_ week.
* * * * * * * * * *
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Nothing major to say. This _is_ a gift to Kanako, so I
do sincerely hope that the introduction meets with her
approval. I fully intend to "ganbatte yo" on this, as
Kanako deserves nothing less than my best.
It is a series, and I'll be posting parts as I can get
them done. Expect the next part soon.
And yes, it _is_ going to be a Kanako and Naru pairing.
*Hears thunder and shockwaves* Um... I think I've drawn
the wrath of the Almighty. I'd best continue with this
in a bit.
Ja!
Tuxedo Jack
Tuxedojack@juno.com
June 23rd, 2003
soredemo."
* * * * * * * * * *
Tuxedo Jack
~and~
Craptacularly Spignificant Productions
~present, with some apologies to Akamatsu~
The Kyoto Liddo-Kun
Prologue
* * * * * * * * * *
DISCLAIMER: Once again, I don't own Love Hina. I certainly
don't own that story by (I think; it's been years since I
read it) Dashiell Hammett, which this is based off of. This
story, however, is mine. Please don't distribute it without
leaving it as is.
There is shoujo-ai ahead. In fact, this whole series is
practically nothing but shoujo-ai. If this offends, just
click "Back" and you'll not read it. Do forgive me if I'm
a touch classical or hopeless here; this _is_ my first
non-poetic piece that deals with romance, and it's certainly
my first shoujo-ai creation ever (serious shoujo-ai; the OVSDHH
endings doesn't count, since they're PWP scenes... except the
Shinobu one).
This series is a gift to Kanako Himezaki-Urashima. Unwrap
and enjoy.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hinata.
The very name of the city implies that it's a beautiful place,
and it is. The city's home to art, music, and people - gods,
hundreds of people.
I just had to move there, didn't I?
I suppose I should introduce myself, since talking to strangers
is rather rude. My name is Kanako Urashima, and I'm a private
investigator.
Lately, things have been in slump. Business hasn't exactly been
good (this is Japan; very few crimes are committed, and the police
generally solve them, which, unfortunately, puts a damper on my
funds), my secretary quit (so now I've got a temp by the name of
Shinobu), and my partner recently left the business.
All in all, life's been bad to me.
It was rainy that day, rainy and foggy. That in itself was odd,
since this area of Japan doesn't get fog too often. However, I
went in to my office that morning as usual, and Shinobu was there
with her good-morning smile and a fresh pot of coffee. I took
a cup, sat back in my office, and tried to push the dream I'd had
the previous night out of my mind.
About an hour later, I heard a knocking. A few moments later, Shinobu
opened my door and said that I had a visitor here on business. I nodded,
and she let the visitor in.
Even by my standards, this woman was gorgeous. Long red hair, brown eyes,
pouty red lips, and a figure that just wouldn't quit. Shinobu showed her
to a seat, and then slipped out.
"Are you Kanako Urashima?" she said.
"That would depend on who's asking."
"I'm Naru Narusegawa, and I'm looking for a private investigator."
I nodded. So this woman had issues that she needed solved. "Why would you
need one? You don't look like the kind of woman that finds herself in trouble
too often."
"Um, well, you see..." She started stumbling over her words for no apparent reason,
and after a minute or so, I got tired of it.
"Look, Naru, tell me what you came here for or go! I don't have time to waste
listening to this!" The girl sniffled, and she was clearly about to break down.
"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound that rude. Now what's the problem?"
She pulled out a tissue and wiped her nose. "It's... it's my boyfriend, Keitaro.
He went missing a few days ago, and it's not like him!"
I ran a hand over my chin. "Your boyfriend went missing, did he? Could he
be cheating?" I ran my eyes over her once again. Damn, she was stunning.
"Hell, if I were him, I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."
"It's not just that," she whispered. "He said that a friend of his was in
trouble, and that he'd found something he shouldn't have."
I smiled. Stolen goods - now this was my field of expertise. I could track
anything once I got a hint of it. "So Keitaro stole something?"
She shook her head in a negative sense. "No, no, Keitaro would never do that.
It's not his way. I mean, he's honest to the core, and once he sets his heart
on something, he does it."
I nodded. "Sounds like the knight in shining armor every woman wants," I said,
snorting afterwards.
"What, you don't want a guy like that?"
I sat upright. "That's private. Let's just say that I don't go for that kind
of guy."
"Sorry." Naru looked me straight in the eyes, and I was worried that for a second
she might see right through me. Fortunately, she asked me a second later - "Will
you find him? Please?"
I thought for a minute. When I saw her sniffle again - gods, I cracked. I can't resist
women like that. Never have, never will. Ah, Yuki, forgive me...
"I'll do it," I said absently. "Talk to Shinobu, she'll deal with the details."
Naru ran over and threw her arms around me. I tensed, but if was just a friendly hug.
"Thank you, thank you! Please, find him quickly, I miss him..."
She walked out, and a few moments later I heard her and Shinobu finalizing
the contracts. After she left, Shinobu came in with a fresh cup of coffee for me.
I gratefully accepted it, and Shinobu shook her head, causing her blue pageboy
haircut to swirl like mist around her face.
"Something on your mind, Shinobu?"
"Kanako-san, that woman..."
"What about her?" I said, a memory of her fresh in my mind and my lips upon
the coffee cup.
"She's... I don't know, there's something wrong about her, I can just feel it!"
I shrugged and put the mug down on my desk. "The only thing I'm worrying about
is if her check clears or not. If it doesn't... I may have to close up shop
here."
Shinobu blinked. "You're kidding! I didn't know that you were that badly off,
Kanako-san!"
"It's nothing. Don't worry your pretty head about it."
"If you say say, Kanako-san." Shinobu turned and left, her skirt flaring behind her.
I sighed.
This was going to be a _long_ week.
* * * * * * * * * *
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Nothing major to say. This _is_ a gift to Kanako, so I
do sincerely hope that the introduction meets with her
approval. I fully intend to "ganbatte yo" on this, as
Kanako deserves nothing less than my best.
It is a series, and I'll be posting parts as I can get
them done. Expect the next part soon.
And yes, it _is_ going to be a Kanako and Naru pairing.
*Hears thunder and shockwaves* Um... I think I've drawn
the wrath of the Almighty. I'd best continue with this
in a bit.
Ja!
Tuxedo Jack
Tuxedojack@juno.com
June 23rd, 2003