A/n: yeah, this is different. I wrote it for a contest before i Had even seen the Love Hina Christmas Special.
"Carry this number over here, but that wouldn't give me the variable I need!" a Young man yelped. He ran his hands through his short brown hair and adjusted his thick glasses in aggravation. He had failed his exams for entrance to Tokyo U. three times now. At this rate he would never fulfill his promise he had made to that mysterious girl.
Keitaro nervously chewed on the pencil's eraser. Studying for his entrance exams weren't going so well. Of course the exams weren't for a while, but he needed all the time he could get. Between cleaning the Hinata apartments and dealing with mishaps after mishaps with the girls that lived in it, he rarely got a moment like this.
"I'm never going to pass…" Keitaro cried out in defeat and slammed his head on the table he bowed in front of. Keitaro got up after a few moments of sulking and climbed up to the small hole in the ceiling of his room. The small passage led directly to Naru's room, maybe she would consider helping him study.
"Naru I was-" Keitaro's voice caught in his throat as he saw Naru pulling up a pair of stockings to the top of her thigh. Since today was the day of Christmas Eve she was wearing a revealing red dress with white puffballs and a Santa cap. Naru was the girl that he had become most attached to. She too was trying to get into Tokyo U. Naru had long flowing light brown hair and long slender legs. She had glasses on, but only when she was studying or reading. Keitaro thought she looked good either way.
"I why do I always pick these times…" Keitaro muttered to himself nervously. He tried to slowly slip back down the hole, but Naru kicked the board off of his head and he was lifted into the air.
"What are you doing in my room!" Naru yelled angrily, tightening her fists into a ball.
"Ah! Naru no I just wanted some help on my studies!" Keitaro sobbed out holding the thin textbook and notebook out in front of him for protection.
"Well why didn't you use the door!" Naru became more infuriated. This was the fifth time he had done this, and every time she was in the middle of dressing.
"Well…I would've, but I think Su is making some device with her toys outside my door." Keitaro grunted as Naru dropped him on the floor.
"Well next time use the door, now give me those." Naru said kindly as she picked up the textbooks from the floor. Keitaro was confused by her behavior; usually she would've kicked him out the window or something. Naru kneeled before her small table and beckoned him over. He sat down across from her and she opened the book. Keitaro pointed out all the problems he was having trouble with.
"Well you just divide 1356x by 1356. Then you get x by itself." Naru scribbled on the paper as Keitaro tried his best to pay attention. He kept getting distracted by Naru's clothing. The dress she was wearing showed off her cleavage quite well. Every time she erased hard or sighed heavily her cleavage would swell up. Keitaro was chewing nervously on his thumbnail when he felt something hard smack against his head. In a daze he saw Naru standing above him with one of Motoko's swords. Keitaro screamed and ran to a corner of Naru's room.
"No, Naru don't do it. I swear I didn't mean to!" Keitaro rolled into a ball and peaked his head up as he saw Naru sheath the sword.
"Since your not paying any attention you can take this back to Motoko." Naru said coldly throwing the sword at him. Keitaro cringed at the thought. It seemed that every time he talked to the kendo swordswoman he got some form of physical punishment.
"But Naru…" Naru pointed at the door without talking, and Keitaro walked out in sulky steps carrying the sword. Outside of Naru's room Keitaro looked down the stairs. Just as he had thought Su was at the bottom of the stairs by his room setting her tanks up in some kind of formation. From the top of the stairs he could see Su had an odd smirk on her face. The blonde haired black girl definitely had something malicious planned for him. From the delicious smell wafting through the house, Keitaro assumed that Shinobu was in the kitchen cooking. The shy Shinobu was the newest member of the dorm, and the best at cooking. That is why she earned her keep cooking. If she weren't so young Keitaro would've considered asking her out because she was always nice to him, and never attacked him. The wooden floor creaked as he walked past all the girls' rooms towards the stairs leading to the outside deck.
"Heya, hunny." Mitsune or Kitsune as they all called her said as she stepped out of her room. She too was wearing a 'Santa's little helper' outfit that was quiet revealing. Kitsune had muddy blonde hair that was cut short. She was the one that got Keitaro into the most trouble by pretending to seduce him.
"Where you off to with Motoko's sword?" She asked suspiciously in her country girl accent.
"Well Naru told me to give it back to her." Keitaro said looking it over in his hands. It had a small light brown wooden sheath with matching handle.
"Well if Naru said so. I won't stop you." Kitsune walked down the hall opposite the direction he was going. Keitaro continue on his way towards the stairs.
Kitsune stopped and watched Keitaro climb the stairs to the roof. She opened the door to Naru's room and found her sitting on the ground reading a book.
"Naru, did Keitaro have one of his 'accidents' again?" Kitsune asked the younger woman. Naru nodded at her. Knowing that by accidents, she meant that he had seen or done something perverted.
"Well I hope you know what you done now. Sending him to give back Motoko's sword is going to earn him a right painful beating." Naru just shook her head and set the book down on her bed.
"He deserves what he's going to get." Naru snorted coldly. Kitsune bite her lip and exited the room, leaving Naru to her thoughts.
Keitaro opened up the hatch to the top of the house. The cold bitter wind and stinging snowflakes pelted his body making him shiver. He had no idea how Motoko didn't freeze to death with all the time she spent up here. Keitaro poked his head through the entrance and saw Motoko doing her kendo strokes with her bokken. Her long black hair waved in the wind and occasionally whipped back against her kimono. Even from a distance Keitaro could see that her face was still sporting her usual calm cold stare. Though her features were contorted some how. It must have been from the cold. Keitaro snorted in what he hoped wasn't his last breath and stepped onto the deck.
"Motoko I came to give something to you." He had to yell his message through the whistling wind. Motoko suddenly stopped her strokes and walked up to him. He presented her sword in front of him.
"I was told to bring this back to you." Keitaro said averting his eyes from her gaze. Motoko looked at Keitaro then down at her sword. She picked it up from his hands and turned away from him. Keitaro sighed in relief. He began to walk away in a good mood, since he had kept all of his limbs.
"Stop!" Motoko's voice echoed through out the rooftop. Keitaro stiffened and turned around.
"How dare you touch a warrior's sword!" Motoko drew her sword and Keitaro started to run. Unluckily for him he tripped and fell on the slick rooftop. Motoko swung the sword through the air and a large whoosh of snowy air blew Keitaro off of the rooftop and into the sky.
From her window Naru watched Keitaro fly over the building. She laughed slightly; the thought that Keitaro might not come back never crossed her mind.