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respectfully.
This is my first fanfic! Please R&R and I will continue writing. NOTE: whenever there is a space, then a period, then a space like this . then that means an ellipsis is suppose to be there but its not showing up when I upload the document onto this site. Also, italics indicate thought.
Love Hina meets The Matrix
On a cool Spring day at the Hinata-sou, the residents of the dorm are just finishing up their breakfast. Keitaro is the first to finish and gets up.
"That was great Shinobu!"
(blushes) "Thank you sempai!" as she looks down as if bowing her head for courtesy, but really to hide her blush.
As Keitaro enters the kitchen, Naru also finishes her meal and bows her head in respect before leaving the table.
"Keitaro, can you help me with some work I have to do?"
"Sure thing, what's it about?"
"I have a quiz coming up in Psych, and-"
"Psychology? What makes you think I'm smart enough to help you with that?"
" . Fine then! Don't help me! Like I need it anyway."
She walks out of the kitchen. Keitaro pauses to think about how rude he was to her, then chases her into the dining area and out into the den. Keitarto passes Kitsune as she enters the kitchen to put her dish away.
"There they go again"
"Look Naru, I didn't mean it like that, of course I'll help you!"
He walks briskly towards her and grabs her arm. They both stop, and Naru turns around.
"Look I . URMPH!"
Naru interrupts Keitaro's plea for forgiveness and gives him a fist to his left cheek. He flies over the den are and lands near the dining door near Kitsune's feet. Naru heads up the stairs. Keitaro, a little dazed, gets up to dust himself off, and looks at Kitsune, whose arms are folded.
"What am I doing wrong?"
"Maybe you're tryin a little too hard"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Either that, or you're not aggressive enough . hehe"
Kitsune smirks.
"Kitsune, sometimes you just don't make sense"
Keitaro rubs his swollen cheek. He goes upstairs into his room. When entering his room, he hears footsteps making sounds above him. He walks over to the hole in his ceiling and looks up.
"I would just like to help you! Just give me a chance!"
The sounds stop. Keitaro walks over to get his table and chair, places them under the hole on top of each other, and stands on them attempting to reach for the board covering the hole. As his arm reaches, Naru uncovers the hole and as she is about to look down into Keitaro's room, and arm reaches for her and grabs her breast. Keitaro looks up.
"What the hell?"
Naru has a blush of red on her face that only anger and embarrassment combined could create.
"Why you ."
As Keitaro lets go, Naru reaches down the hole for his head, and gets a grip on his hair.
"Ow, ow, I'm so sorry!"
Naru pulls him from his room into her's and continues to hold him up by his hair. Keitaro, not defending his face with his hands, tries to get Naru's death grip on his hair to release, and pleads for her to let go.
"Please . OOMRPH!"
Naru connects her punch straight into Keitaro's other cheek this time, and sends him flying out her balcony and down into the front of the Hinata-sou. Keitaro lands with a thud. After a few seconds, he gets up and Shinobu and Su are running towards him. Sara and Kitsune stand by the door. Motoko comes up behind Kitsune.
"What's all the racket this early in the day?"
"Oh the usual. You know if these two keep this up, then we may likely see a break up between them . this is better than my favorite soaps!"
"That wouldn't surprise me"
Su and Shinobu reach Keitaro, and Shinobu gets down on her knees to help him up.
"Oh, are you alright sempai?"
"Unh . of course I am"
He slowly gets up, and looks at Su.
"Man she sure gave you a mark that will last at least a week! Right Keitaro?"
"Very funny Su, ow . my back"
He regains full posture and cracks his back into place. He rubs his lower back and his newly swollen cheek. Motoko looks at him amazingly.
"How does he withstand the wrath of living with women?"
Kitsune looks at her.
"You're just now starting to notice this?"
As Shinobu and Su helped the bruised Keitaro back to the house, the phone rings. Kitsune turns around.
"I'll get it"
"No, I'll get it. I am the manager of this place, and its not like I'm unable to answer the phone right now."
Everyone stopped and watched the limping person walk by them. Keitaro finally gets to the phone and picks it up. Naru was starting to make her way down the stairs.
"Hello?"
An unfamiliar voice spoke on the other end.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Survive that beating"
Keitaro looked relieved by the fact it wasn't someone like Grandma Hina or his parents on the phone.
"Oh that, it always happens, almost like a daily routine of mine! Haha!"
His laugh turned into a sort of nervous, jittery giggle.
"May I ask who's calling?"
"The name is Link"
"Do I . know you?-"
"You may be the one we're looking for"
"Huh-?"
Naru interrupts his question with a concerned look.
"Who is it, Keitaro?"
He glances at her.
"Wait hold on."
"I need you to go to Tokyo later today"
Keitaro looks back at the phone with a puzzled look.
"What? Why?"
"I may be able to solve your problems, besides, I think we can use you"
"What problems? Use me?"
A pause.
"Is this how you want to live your life? Getting beat on a daily basis by the one you love? Maybe you can get her to realize the truth . but not in the way you will learn the truth about this world later today"
Keitaro is now baffled by the caller and his questions.
"What are you talking about?"
Naru walks up to Keitaro.
"Keitaro ."
Link hears Naru's voice at the other end, and decides to close up his conversation with Keitaro.
"Go to downtown Tokyo today at three o'clock. The Hyatt hotel on Main street has an arcade and a pawn shop near it. Between those two stores is a vacant store. Around back of that is an open door. Trust me, you won't regret it"
"Wha--?"
The caller hangs up. Keitaro slowly puts the phone back on its receiver.
"How did he know all of that? What was he try to get out of me?"
With many questions boggling his mind, Keitaro just stands there and looks at the phone. Naru slowly questions.
"Keitaro, who was that?"
" . A telemarketer ."
He walks back to his room. Later that day, as Keitaro sits in his room pondering the events of this morning, Naru pops her head through Keitaro's ceiling. She asks Keitaro in a concerned tone.
"What's wrong with you?"
A pause.
"Really, it's nothing!"
Keitaro looks at his watch that read 1:26.
"I've . got to go somewhere ."
"Huh?"
Keitaro gets up and walks out of his room.
"He's not usually like this . something is wrong . that phone call ."
The train pulls up to the station. Keitaro gets out and makes his way through the crowds of people trying to get on. He ends up on Main street, and he can see the tall Hyatt hotel a few blocks away. He looks at his watch which read 2:44. Walking by the hotel, he spots the arcade shop and an abandoned shop right next to it. Walking around back into an alley, he sees two parking spots, and some crates next to a banged up door. Attempting to open the door, he grasps the knob which opens on its own. Some else has opened the door, and it is a Caucasian man who is a few inches taller than Keitaro, dressed in a long, black trenchcoat. He also has sunglasses on. His voice is deep and reassuring.
"Please, come in"
As Keitaro slowly walks in he notices another man facing the other way. He was a little bit shorter than the first guy, but as tall as Keitaro. He was African American and bald, and looked older. He also wore similar attire as the first man, except his was a leather trenchcoat. His shades pierced a reflection of an open door with Keitaro's figure in it when he turned to him and spoke.
"Welcome. I am Morpheus"
That's it for today! I will update pretty soon, but for now review!
This is my first fanfic! Please R&R and I will continue writing. NOTE: whenever there is a space, then a period, then a space like this . then that means an ellipsis is suppose to be there but its not showing up when I upload the document onto this site. Also, italics indicate thought.
Love Hina meets The Matrix
On a cool Spring day at the Hinata-sou, the residents of the dorm are just finishing up their breakfast. Keitaro is the first to finish and gets up.
"That was great Shinobu!"
(blushes) "Thank you sempai!" as she looks down as if bowing her head for courtesy, but really to hide her blush.
As Keitaro enters the kitchen, Naru also finishes her meal and bows her head in respect before leaving the table.
"Keitaro, can you help me with some work I have to do?"
"Sure thing, what's it about?"
"I have a quiz coming up in Psych, and-"
"Psychology? What makes you think I'm smart enough to help you with that?"
" . Fine then! Don't help me! Like I need it anyway."
She walks out of the kitchen. Keitaro pauses to think about how rude he was to her, then chases her into the dining area and out into the den. Keitarto passes Kitsune as she enters the kitchen to put her dish away.
"There they go again"
"Look Naru, I didn't mean it like that, of course I'll help you!"
He walks briskly towards her and grabs her arm. They both stop, and Naru turns around.
"Look I . URMPH!"
Naru interrupts Keitaro's plea for forgiveness and gives him a fist to his left cheek. He flies over the den are and lands near the dining door near Kitsune's feet. Naru heads up the stairs. Keitaro, a little dazed, gets up to dust himself off, and looks at Kitsune, whose arms are folded.
"What am I doing wrong?"
"Maybe you're tryin a little too hard"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Either that, or you're not aggressive enough . hehe"
Kitsune smirks.
"Kitsune, sometimes you just don't make sense"
Keitaro rubs his swollen cheek. He goes upstairs into his room. When entering his room, he hears footsteps making sounds above him. He walks over to the hole in his ceiling and looks up.
"I would just like to help you! Just give me a chance!"
The sounds stop. Keitaro walks over to get his table and chair, places them under the hole on top of each other, and stands on them attempting to reach for the board covering the hole. As his arm reaches, Naru uncovers the hole and as she is about to look down into Keitaro's room, and arm reaches for her and grabs her breast. Keitaro looks up.
"What the hell?"
Naru has a blush of red on her face that only anger and embarrassment combined could create.
"Why you ."
As Keitaro lets go, Naru reaches down the hole for his head, and gets a grip on his hair.
"Ow, ow, I'm so sorry!"
Naru pulls him from his room into her's and continues to hold him up by his hair. Keitaro, not defending his face with his hands, tries to get Naru's death grip on his hair to release, and pleads for her to let go.
"Please . OOMRPH!"
Naru connects her punch straight into Keitaro's other cheek this time, and sends him flying out her balcony and down into the front of the Hinata-sou. Keitaro lands with a thud. After a few seconds, he gets up and Shinobu and Su are running towards him. Sara and Kitsune stand by the door. Motoko comes up behind Kitsune.
"What's all the racket this early in the day?"
"Oh the usual. You know if these two keep this up, then we may likely see a break up between them . this is better than my favorite soaps!"
"That wouldn't surprise me"
Su and Shinobu reach Keitaro, and Shinobu gets down on her knees to help him up.
"Oh, are you alright sempai?"
"Unh . of course I am"
He slowly gets up, and looks at Su.
"Man she sure gave you a mark that will last at least a week! Right Keitaro?"
"Very funny Su, ow . my back"
He regains full posture and cracks his back into place. He rubs his lower back and his newly swollen cheek. Motoko looks at him amazingly.
"How does he withstand the wrath of living with women?"
Kitsune looks at her.
"You're just now starting to notice this?"
As Shinobu and Su helped the bruised Keitaro back to the house, the phone rings. Kitsune turns around.
"I'll get it"
"No, I'll get it. I am the manager of this place, and its not like I'm unable to answer the phone right now."
Everyone stopped and watched the limping person walk by them. Keitaro finally gets to the phone and picks it up. Naru was starting to make her way down the stairs.
"Hello?"
An unfamiliar voice spoke on the other end.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Survive that beating"
Keitaro looked relieved by the fact it wasn't someone like Grandma Hina or his parents on the phone.
"Oh that, it always happens, almost like a daily routine of mine! Haha!"
His laugh turned into a sort of nervous, jittery giggle.
"May I ask who's calling?"
"The name is Link"
"Do I . know you?-"
"You may be the one we're looking for"
"Huh-?"
Naru interrupts his question with a concerned look.
"Who is it, Keitaro?"
He glances at her.
"Wait hold on."
"I need you to go to Tokyo later today"
Keitaro looks back at the phone with a puzzled look.
"What? Why?"
"I may be able to solve your problems, besides, I think we can use you"
"What problems? Use me?"
A pause.
"Is this how you want to live your life? Getting beat on a daily basis by the one you love? Maybe you can get her to realize the truth . but not in the way you will learn the truth about this world later today"
Keitaro is now baffled by the caller and his questions.
"What are you talking about?"
Naru walks up to Keitaro.
"Keitaro ."
Link hears Naru's voice at the other end, and decides to close up his conversation with Keitaro.
"Go to downtown Tokyo today at three o'clock. The Hyatt hotel on Main street has an arcade and a pawn shop near it. Between those two stores is a vacant store. Around back of that is an open door. Trust me, you won't regret it"
"Wha--?"
The caller hangs up. Keitaro slowly puts the phone back on its receiver.
"How did he know all of that? What was he try to get out of me?"
With many questions boggling his mind, Keitaro just stands there and looks at the phone. Naru slowly questions.
"Keitaro, who was that?"
" . A telemarketer ."
He walks back to his room. Later that day, as Keitaro sits in his room pondering the events of this morning, Naru pops her head through Keitaro's ceiling. She asks Keitaro in a concerned tone.
"What's wrong with you?"
A pause.
"Really, it's nothing!"
Keitaro looks at his watch that read 1:26.
"I've . got to go somewhere ."
"Huh?"
Keitaro gets up and walks out of his room.
"He's not usually like this . something is wrong . that phone call ."
The train pulls up to the station. Keitaro gets out and makes his way through the crowds of people trying to get on. He ends up on Main street, and he can see the tall Hyatt hotel a few blocks away. He looks at his watch which read 2:44. Walking by the hotel, he spots the arcade shop and an abandoned shop right next to it. Walking around back into an alley, he sees two parking spots, and some crates next to a banged up door. Attempting to open the door, he grasps the knob which opens on its own. Some else has opened the door, and it is a Caucasian man who is a few inches taller than Keitaro, dressed in a long, black trenchcoat. He also has sunglasses on. His voice is deep and reassuring.
"Please, come in"
As Keitaro slowly walks in he notices another man facing the other way. He was a little bit shorter than the first guy, but as tall as Keitaro. He was African American and bald, and looked older. He also wore similar attire as the first man, except his was a leather trenchcoat. His shades pierced a reflection of an open door with Keitaro's figure in it when he turned to him and spoke.
"Welcome. I am Morpheus"
That's it for today! I will update pretty soon, but for now review!