A/N: I don't, of course, own Love Hina. I'd love to own Shinobu
though.
Footsteps clattered through the streets of Hinata City, a seaside town near Tokyo. The sky overhead was a dull slate gray, and the clouds were pregnant with the promise of later rain. Shouldering his way through a small crowd by a market stall was a young Japanese man of about 20 or 21. He had brown hair, dark brown eyes, and wore glasses. He sported a yellow shirt and khaki pants, both a little baggy on his somewhat scrawny frame. His face was a picture of misery, and he was holding a plastic shopping bag. The shapes of two sake bottles were visible in the bag, as well as an assortment of small groceries. He glanced at the sake bottles in his bag. Kitsune tricked me out of my money again. Well...not so much tricked me as forced me. She is always doing things like that... The man's memories went back to a couple hours previous. He was leaving the kitchen, after eating another one of Shinobu's wonderful meals, and was quite happy. For once, he was not studying, and he was caught up on his chores. The afternoon was opened up before him, filled with numerous possibilities. He thought – just maybe – he would ask his love interest, one Naru Narusegawa, to a movie, or dinner...or maybe even both! It was at this moment that a more than slightly drunk Mistune Konno (Kitsune to those who knew her) had shown up, in all her barely dressed glory. Oh no, I think I know what's coming. The man looked a bit closer at Kitsune, and a tiny trickle of blood escaped his nose. Why can't she wear decent clothes when she's like this! Not that I really mind, but...ah! No! Can't think of that! A little more blood came from his nostrils.
"Keitaro..." Kitsune grinned seductively as she sidled up to the man, Urashima Keitaro, full-time landlord of the Hinata-Sou all-girl's dormitory, and part-time punching bag of the more violent females in the building, namely Naru and Aoyama Motoko.
Oh no...here it comes...I need to run! Or something! Unfortunately, Keitaro's male tendencies had him rooted to the spot. Kitsune grabbed his shirt, and dragged him over to a couch near the downstairs TV set. Conveniently, no one was present.
"Keitaro...you know I've wanted you since I first saw you walk in here..." Kitsune slurred. She traced her fingers slowly up Keitaro's chest, to his neck.
"Kitsune...you don't want to do this...you're drunk! Please!" Kitsune was now moving on top of Keitaro. "Gah!! No! Kitsune-san, get off me!!" Keitaro squirmed to try and move off the couch. He managed...but pulled Kitsune on top of him. Pulled quite hard. The top of Kitsune's blouse had been pulled quite far down, revealing quite a bit of one breast. And Keitaro's hand had, of course, ended up on it. Kitsune looked at him, her foxy grin on her face.
"Well, that's two months rent, Keitaro-san. And I'm out of Sake. You know what to do." Kitsune tipped him a wink, and began to get up. Before she could, however, Shinobu walked into the TV room, and happened to spot Kitsune and Keitaro on the floor, in the previously mentioned position.
"Ano...sempai...I...uh..." Shinobu's eyes were watery. Keitaro reached out a hand toward her, but didn't manage to get up from under Kitsune.
"No Shinobu-chan, it isn't how it looks! Wait!" Keitaro resumed squirming, but still couldn't pull free of Mitsune's body. Shinobu began crying, and ran away towards the stairs. The noise attracted the other residents, save Kaolla Suu, who was busy in her room with something. Of course, Motoko and Naru were two of the last people Keitaro wanted to see in his current bind.
"Urashima...your lecherous actions are unforgivable!! You must be punished! Secret Art: ZAN MA KEN!!" Motoko pulled out her Katana and sent a ki wave toward Keitaro, whom Mitsune had removed herself from upon the other's arrival, and he was picked up and thrown into a wall. As he began to get up, Naru walked over to him.
"You pervert! Can't you leave Kitsune-san alone? Get out of my sight!" Naru pulled her fist back, and delivered a mighty punch to Keitaro's face, sending him through the wall into the distance. He had then landed in a small park area by Hinata City's small business district, and had left, rather despondent, toward the market. Leading to his current walk, sake in tow, back to Hinata-Sou. Keitaro sighed in resigned remembrance, and looked back up at the foreboding sky. Haha, this matches my mood. A perfect setting. He frowned and continued his long, lonely trek through Hinata City. Looking up again, he could make out the shape of Hinata-Sou up on its hill. He looked over, spying Haruka's teahouse. I think I could use a bit of tea before returning to the dorms. Anything for a little alone time. He looked at the various patrons entering and exiting the teahouse. Well, some time in a place where almost no one will recognize me, anyway. He walked into the shop, and sat down, placing his bag by his chair. His aunt, Urashima Haruka, saw him and walked over.
"Why so down Keitaro?" Haruka's tone made it seem as though she had her interest piqued, but her face looked as bored as ever. An unlit cigarette hung from the corner of her mouth. Keitaro looked up.
"Ah, you know Haruka-obaasan," Haruka elbowed him on the head.
"It's Haruka-San."
"Hai, obaasan. Gomen. It seems to always slip my mind." Keitaro grinned sheepishly.
"Of course. Now, you were saying what your problem was?" Haruka cocked an eyebrow for a second, and then fell back into her normal neutrality.
"Ah. You know. Just...life in general." Keitaro unconsciously touched his face where Naru had punched him earlier. Haruka nodded in understanding.
"I see. More trouble with the girls?" asked Haruka. Keitaro nodded solemnly. "You should be used to it by now, Keitaro. You've been at Hinata- Sou what, almost two years?" Keitaro looked up.
"I don't think I can get used to it. I mean, I guess I'm used to the hitting and such, but it's still quite demoralizing whenever it happens. I'm not truly happy very often. Not even studying with Narusegawa really lifts my spirits anymore. There's just this dark cloud hanging over me all the time. The only one of them who seems to even care when I'm hurt is Shinobu-chan. Well...Mutsumi-san as well, I guess." Haruka nodded again. She then pulled out a notepad.
"Well...as long as you are in here, would you like some tea? Or maybe something to eat?" Keitaro shook his head no.
"No thanks, Aunt Haruka. I think I'll just be on my way." Keitaro stood up, grabbed his bag of sake, and began to walk out. As he got near the door, Haruka shouted out,
"It's Haruka-San!" Keitaro halted for a second, a small smile crossing his features. Then he remembered he had to return to Hinata-Sou, and his face fell once more. He walked out of the teahouse, and started up the steps to Hinata-Sou.
Footsteps clattered through the streets of Hinata City, a seaside town near Tokyo. The sky overhead was a dull slate gray, and the clouds were pregnant with the promise of later rain. Shouldering his way through a small crowd by a market stall was a young Japanese man of about 20 or 21. He had brown hair, dark brown eyes, and wore glasses. He sported a yellow shirt and khaki pants, both a little baggy on his somewhat scrawny frame. His face was a picture of misery, and he was holding a plastic shopping bag. The shapes of two sake bottles were visible in the bag, as well as an assortment of small groceries. He glanced at the sake bottles in his bag. Kitsune tricked me out of my money again. Well...not so much tricked me as forced me. She is always doing things like that... The man's memories went back to a couple hours previous. He was leaving the kitchen, after eating another one of Shinobu's wonderful meals, and was quite happy. For once, he was not studying, and he was caught up on his chores. The afternoon was opened up before him, filled with numerous possibilities. He thought – just maybe – he would ask his love interest, one Naru Narusegawa, to a movie, or dinner...or maybe even both! It was at this moment that a more than slightly drunk Mistune Konno (Kitsune to those who knew her) had shown up, in all her barely dressed glory. Oh no, I think I know what's coming. The man looked a bit closer at Kitsune, and a tiny trickle of blood escaped his nose. Why can't she wear decent clothes when she's like this! Not that I really mind, but...ah! No! Can't think of that! A little more blood came from his nostrils.
"Keitaro..." Kitsune grinned seductively as she sidled up to the man, Urashima Keitaro, full-time landlord of the Hinata-Sou all-girl's dormitory, and part-time punching bag of the more violent females in the building, namely Naru and Aoyama Motoko.
Oh no...here it comes...I need to run! Or something! Unfortunately, Keitaro's male tendencies had him rooted to the spot. Kitsune grabbed his shirt, and dragged him over to a couch near the downstairs TV set. Conveniently, no one was present.
"Keitaro...you know I've wanted you since I first saw you walk in here..." Kitsune slurred. She traced her fingers slowly up Keitaro's chest, to his neck.
"Kitsune...you don't want to do this...you're drunk! Please!" Kitsune was now moving on top of Keitaro. "Gah!! No! Kitsune-san, get off me!!" Keitaro squirmed to try and move off the couch. He managed...but pulled Kitsune on top of him. Pulled quite hard. The top of Kitsune's blouse had been pulled quite far down, revealing quite a bit of one breast. And Keitaro's hand had, of course, ended up on it. Kitsune looked at him, her foxy grin on her face.
"Well, that's two months rent, Keitaro-san. And I'm out of Sake. You know what to do." Kitsune tipped him a wink, and began to get up. Before she could, however, Shinobu walked into the TV room, and happened to spot Kitsune and Keitaro on the floor, in the previously mentioned position.
"Ano...sempai...I...uh..." Shinobu's eyes were watery. Keitaro reached out a hand toward her, but didn't manage to get up from under Kitsune.
"No Shinobu-chan, it isn't how it looks! Wait!" Keitaro resumed squirming, but still couldn't pull free of Mitsune's body. Shinobu began crying, and ran away towards the stairs. The noise attracted the other residents, save Kaolla Suu, who was busy in her room with something. Of course, Motoko and Naru were two of the last people Keitaro wanted to see in his current bind.
"Urashima...your lecherous actions are unforgivable!! You must be punished! Secret Art: ZAN MA KEN!!" Motoko pulled out her Katana and sent a ki wave toward Keitaro, whom Mitsune had removed herself from upon the other's arrival, and he was picked up and thrown into a wall. As he began to get up, Naru walked over to him.
"You pervert! Can't you leave Kitsune-san alone? Get out of my sight!" Naru pulled her fist back, and delivered a mighty punch to Keitaro's face, sending him through the wall into the distance. He had then landed in a small park area by Hinata City's small business district, and had left, rather despondent, toward the market. Leading to his current walk, sake in tow, back to Hinata-Sou. Keitaro sighed in resigned remembrance, and looked back up at the foreboding sky. Haha, this matches my mood. A perfect setting. He frowned and continued his long, lonely trek through Hinata City. Looking up again, he could make out the shape of Hinata-Sou up on its hill. He looked over, spying Haruka's teahouse. I think I could use a bit of tea before returning to the dorms. Anything for a little alone time. He looked at the various patrons entering and exiting the teahouse. Well, some time in a place where almost no one will recognize me, anyway. He walked into the shop, and sat down, placing his bag by his chair. His aunt, Urashima Haruka, saw him and walked over.
"Why so down Keitaro?" Haruka's tone made it seem as though she had her interest piqued, but her face looked as bored as ever. An unlit cigarette hung from the corner of her mouth. Keitaro looked up.
"Ah, you know Haruka-obaasan," Haruka elbowed him on the head.
"It's Haruka-San."
"Hai, obaasan. Gomen. It seems to always slip my mind." Keitaro grinned sheepishly.
"Of course. Now, you were saying what your problem was?" Haruka cocked an eyebrow for a second, and then fell back into her normal neutrality.
"Ah. You know. Just...life in general." Keitaro unconsciously touched his face where Naru had punched him earlier. Haruka nodded in understanding.
"I see. More trouble with the girls?" asked Haruka. Keitaro nodded solemnly. "You should be used to it by now, Keitaro. You've been at Hinata- Sou what, almost two years?" Keitaro looked up.
"I don't think I can get used to it. I mean, I guess I'm used to the hitting and such, but it's still quite demoralizing whenever it happens. I'm not truly happy very often. Not even studying with Narusegawa really lifts my spirits anymore. There's just this dark cloud hanging over me all the time. The only one of them who seems to even care when I'm hurt is Shinobu-chan. Well...Mutsumi-san as well, I guess." Haruka nodded again. She then pulled out a notepad.
"Well...as long as you are in here, would you like some tea? Or maybe something to eat?" Keitaro shook his head no.
"No thanks, Aunt Haruka. I think I'll just be on my way." Keitaro stood up, grabbed his bag of sake, and began to walk out. As he got near the door, Haruka shouted out,
"It's Haruka-San!" Keitaro halted for a second, a small smile crossing his features. Then he remembered he had to return to Hinata-Sou, and his face fell once more. He walked out of the teahouse, and started up the steps to Hinata-Sou.