Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina, it's characters, places, or plots. I am not making profit from this fiction, merely just expressing my imagination off this manga, which is the property of Ken Akamatsu and TokyoPop.

A/N: This fic starts right at the beginning of the 7th book on "Little Lost Sheep on Holy Night". It's a branch off from the plot or whatever you call that thingy where it does stuff. I basically quoted the beginning of book 7, which was the conversation between Keitaro, Naru, and Mutsumi, before Naru ran away from Keitaro. Pardon me if it seems OOC or just plain wrong but deal with it, I need to get some of my imagination out before my head explodes in a giant fireball. And yes, the title is lame :P I dunt care.

:::Sumarry::: When a freak accident on Christmas Eve leaves Naru in the hospital unconscious and Keitaro and the rest of the Hinata girls worried out of their minds, something snaps inside of Naru's brain. When finally released from the hospital, Naru seems fine from the outside, but inside her mind, there's an endless torment of voices. Naru isolates herself from the rest of the Hinata residents and slowly withdrawals into the back of her mind, trying to escape from her schizophrenia. She wants to tell Keitaro how she feels, but fears that he won't love her, and the voices inside her head don't help. What Naru fails to realize, is that the more and more she withdrawals, running away from Keitaro, the more she hurts him, because Keitaro still believes it's all his fault. Can Keitaro help the girl he loves, or will he have to move on? Can Naru escape the voices long enough to confess to Keitaro her true feelings for him. And what of the other girls? How does Naru's sudden swing for the worst affect them . . . read and find out!

Stop These Voices . . .

Chapter 1: A Not-So-Merry-Christmas

A girl stood in front of her two friends, hiding her eyes beneath her auburn hair as she looked at the ground. The dark haired boy and girl stood next to each other, facing her, a mild look of confusion on both faces. The auburn haired girl finally spoke up after a pause.

"Because you two . . . Are the ones who made the promise to each other." Naru said, her bangs blocking her eyes from Keitaro's.

"What?" a rather clueless Mutsumi responded, while Keitaro took it differently.

"N-N-N-Naru!?" He said, in a state of shock.

"I'm really happy for you Keitaro. . .You've finally found the girl from your memory and she still has her heart set on Tokyo University." Naru continued, hiding her eyes behind her hair. She didn't want to look at Keitaro; she didn't want to see his eyes. All she wanted was Keitaro out of her head.

"Hey, Hold on! What are you saying!?" Keitaro shouted at her, "Huh?" Naru looked up at Keitaro with tears streaming down her cheeks. That's when she turned around and ran.

"Hey, wait, NARU!!!" Keitaro started off after her.

"Goodbye, Keitaro!!!" And slowly Naru's form became lost in the falling snow.
Naru ran. As fast as she could, she just needed to be away from Keitaro and Mitsumi. Tears streamed from her eyes while she ran.

'I can't believe I said goodbye to Keitaro. . .I shouldn't have said goodbye! Ugh! What am I thinking, it's for the best.' Naru thought, as the sound of Keitaro's footsteps immediately stopped.

"Naru." was one of the last things she heard from Keitaro that night. Naru kept running, and she didn't know why anymore.

'I can't stop thinking about Keitaro now. How could I be so stupid . . . I should turn back and . . . . And tell him how I feel.' Naru slowed down, not realizing where she was in town.

"HEY NARU!" Came Keitaro's shout from behind her. Unfortunately, when she turned around, all she saw were the headlights of a car. Things went by in a blur. First, Naru felt searing pain throughout her body when she was struck by the car. Tumbling over the hood and off the trunk, Naru landed in the soft snow, and that's when her world went black. The car that struck her just sped up, and drove off into the night.

"Oh god! NARU!" Keitaro ran over to where Naru lay on the ground and knelt beside her, Mitsumi behind him.

"Oh . . . my. . ." was all Mitsumi said.

"Mitsumi, call an ambulance!" Keitaro yelled at her. Keitaro was scared and worried. He wanted to move Naru out from the middle of the street, but he wasn't sure if it was safe to move her. Keitaro put his coat over the unconscious Naru and checked her pulse. To his relief, she had one, but it was faint, and her skin was getting very, very cold. Many of the pedestrians who saw the accident gathered around Keitaro.

"Naru. . .I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I should have stopped you sooner, I should have never kissed Mutsumi. God why must this happen to me!" He whispered to the unconscious Naru, "It should have been me getting hit by that car . . ." Mutsumi shoved her way through the crowd to Keitaro.

"The ambulance should be here shortly. . .oh my, what a crowd this has drawn." Mutsumi said, glancing around at all the shocked, concerned, and saddened faces.

Crowd dispersed almost immediately when the screams of the ambulance sirens blared down the street. The ambulance pulled up next to them and two paramedics came out and hastily started shooting questions at Mutsumi and Keitaro while tending to Naru.

"How long ago was she hit?" The first paramedic out.

"A. . .about five minutes ago." Keitaro said worriedly.

"How fast was the car that hit her? You get the license plate?" The other asked while the first gently placed Naru on a stretcher.

"I don't know, forty I can't tell? And I couldn't see the license plate. . .I'm sorry!" Keitaro almost broke down.

"It's okay, if you want, you and the other girl can come with us to keep an eye on your friend."

Keitaro hastily agreed and Mutsumi absent mindedly nodded as they both hopped into the back of the ambulance. One paramedic monitored Naru while Keitaro pleaded that Naru would be okay.

"You know. . .I've never really been in an ambulance before." Mutsumi said out of the blue.

"Well, hopefully you won't have to be in one again." The paramedic said while keeping tabs on Naru's pulse. Something inside Keitaro clicked on. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason, it urged him to hold Naru's hand. Slowly and unsurely, he took Naru's left hand and placed his other over hers.

'Her hands are so cold. . .I really hope she's okay, I wouldn't know what I'd do if she . . . NO! Keitaro you shouldn't think like that!' he stared into Naru's face. Her beautiful, goddess face that was marred by the expression of absolute pain. Keitro only wished then that he could share Naru's pain. In fact, he'd gladly take all of the pain from her, as long as that expression didn't mar her face. Keitaro tightened his grip on her hand and refused to let go, even when they had reached the hospital.

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Blackness. Naru was out like a rock, but her subconscious was still alive and kicking.

"Worthless. You're worthless. Even that pervert Keitaro took Mutsumi over you!" A dark voice yelled out in her mind.

"Yeah, you might as well be dead! You even said goodbye to him! What timing to die!" another voice said.

Naru just wanted to clasp her hands over her ears, the voices were unrelenting. The subconscious form of Naru slumped to her knees and she covered her ears, sobbing.

"You missed your chance! You could have had Keitaro, but no! You had to blow your entire relationship away just because of the twit girl Mutsumi and your quick conclusions!"

"I don't see what Keitaro saw in you! All you did was beat on him and beat on him over and over! He'd probably be better off without you!" Subconscious Naru snapped with the last comment.

"Shut up. . ." she said quietly

"Aww, what's the matter now, to afraid to see the truth!?"

"Shut up." Again, only louder.

"You missed your big chance. You could have gone all the way, but you ran, you ran all the way to your death."

"SHUT UP" Subconscious Naru jumped up and ran off, hands still over her ears. She was all out crying then.

'No, it's not true! I love Keitaro! I'm just not ready. . .' she thought, only to get a mental backlash in response.

"Then why didn't you tell him! He would have taken you over Mutsumi as the promise girl! But you jumped to conclusions and ran off saying 'Goodbye Keitaro'. You screwed yourself over big time."

Images ran through her head. Most of them were Keitaro. She saw the fear in his eyes when she was about to strike him. She saw the affection in his eyes when he smiled at her. The concern and sadness when she cried. . . Then pictures of her friends, Mitsune, Motoko, Su, Shinobu, Haruka, Mutsumi. . .everyone's image running by in her head. Suddenly the black was gone, and replaced by a room. It was white with several chairs and beds. Naru glanced around, confused. Then it hit her, she was in the hospital.

"What am I doing here. . .?" She said out loud as a nurse passed her, "Um, ma'am?" Naru said while walking after the nurse, but she got no response. She followed the nurse to the back of the room, behind a curtain. What she saw almost gave her a heart attack. Naru saw all her friends from Hinata House sitting next to her. The funny thing was, she was in the bed, yet she was standing right there looking at herself.

"Too weird." She said out loud. She looked at everyone's expressions. Each and every one of them was concerned, but one stood out. It's was Keitaro, and it looked like he was on the verge of tears. Her right hand felt warm for some reason. Naru was starting to get scared.

"Am I dead. . .? This is an out of body experience I think, but am I dead?" she said to herself once more. She looked at Keitaro once more, and saw his lips moving, as well as both of his hands on her right hand. Naru moved in closer until she was right next to him, her ear near his mouth.

"Naru, I'm sorry. . .I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for kissing Mutsumi, I'm sorry for making you angry, I'm sorry for making you cry. . .Just wake up, please wake up. Wake up. . ." A few tears streaked down Keitaro's face as he whispered that to the unconscious Naru. The 'subconscious spectral' Naru tried to wipe the tear off Keitaro's face, but to no avail. She sighed and looked back at her body, then to a small clipboard near her bed. She read –

'Narusuwaga – Naru, age 18 Sex – Female Blood type – A . . .'

Naru kept reading over her information until she got to the sheet next to the one that she was just reading.

'Injuries sustained from a hit-and-run car accident as follows: -Three broken ribs. -Fractured arm, two places. -Dislocated shoulder -Broken kneecap -Back injury – not serious -Minimal head injury -Many bruises -Lung injury from broken rib – minimal, no need for operation -Unconsciousness -Several torn muscles, mostly leg region.

She turned back to Keitaro and the rest of her friends. Everyone was silent except for Keitaro, muttering apologies under his breath and praying for her to wake up.

"Keitaro . . ." Mitsune was the first to break the silence, "The doctor said she'd be fine, she's just going to be here for a while." Mitsune placed a hand on his shoulder and Keitaro just gripped Naru's hand more.

"Urashima . . ." Mutsumi said softly, gripping Liddo-Kun, "Urashima, maybe you should stay here, keep her company, we could all come back tomorrow." Keitaro turned his head towards Mutsumi, his eyes red and puffed from crying over Naru.

"Crybaby. . ." Sarah said, causing Motoko, Mutsumi, and Mitsune to glare at her.

"Yeah, maybe we should leave him here. . ." Mitsune said, tapping her chin.

"Yes, everyone should go back to the Hinata house, we'll visit tomorrow." Haruka's voice came from behind everyone. She had a cigarette in her mouth, but it wasn't lit, it looked like she was chewing on it.

"Aunt Haruka?" Keitaro said, looking at his aunt, only to receive a blow to the head.

"What'd I tell you about callin' me 'aunt'?" She said.

"Sorry Haruka, I'm, just not thinking straight. . ." Keitaro lowered his gaze back to Naru.

"Since when is HE ever thinking straight." Sarah muttered to Su.

"We should leave these two to have some alone time, don't you do anything perverted, ya' hear Keitaro?" Mitsune said, pointing a finger at him.

"Yes, if you do, you shall face unspeakable pain." Motoko responded, jabbing a finger at him. She would have used her katana, if she was allowed to carry it in a hospital.

"S-S-Sempai, will you be okay without us?" Shinobu asked, with a small, nanoscopic hint of jealousy in her voice.

"Urashima, don't squeeze her hand to hard, you might break it." Mutsumi said with a smile. Then she took Keitaro's hand off Naru's ( it took some effort ) and put Liddo-Kun in his hands.

"Give it to Naru when she wakes up, okay?"

Keitaro bowed his head down and placed it next to Naru.

"Thanks, Mutsumi, and I'll try not to grope her while she's unconscious, I'll try when she's awake." Keitaro cracked a small grin that made everyone feel slightly better.

"See you two tomorrow morning" And with that, the rest of the Hinata girls left the room. Haruka stayed behind a few more minutes to talk with her nephew. She was concerned about him, as all the Hina girls. He didn't seem his usual klutzy self.

"Keitaro, Naru will be fine. You shouldn't cry over her as if she were dead." Haruka placed a hand on her nephew's shoulder, "You should still stay here though, for when she wakes up. You need to explain to her." Keitaro turned to his aunt and nodded his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow with the rest of the girls in tow; hopefully Naru will be conscious again." Haruka turned around and left, still chewing on the butt of her cigarette.

Naru, of course, in her disembodied state, watched and listened to everything. All she wanted to do was escape from the voices in her head, taunting her. She wanted to have Keitaro hold her, to be able to bundle her up in his arms and lull her to sleep. Then it struck Naru, how was she going to get back into her body?

A/N:: Kinda weird, I know, not much conversation from most of the girls. Su didn't really say much here, for some reason, I don't really like Su a whole lot. Despite it's extreme suckiness, R&R plz, because if you don't, you shall face unspeakable horrors, and for all you flamers out there. . . .*grabs a fire-proof suit and a military standard napalm-powered flame- thrower* you flame my fic, I hunt you down and introduce you to Mr. Hiccup *pets the flamethrower* mah flamethrower. . .*walks off rambling and mumbling to himself.*