We wish to apologize for the lack of updates. At the moment, the author is
being held hostage in The Prison of Homework by his evil english teacher.
Any and all assistance, including the writing of english papers and the
reading of the various pieces of Sumerian literature would be appreciated.
We will continue to publish his stories, assuming he has not yet been
executed.
Disclaimer: No rather old inns, boxy white vans, ancient trees, or egos were hurt in the writing of this chapter. A multimillion dollar satellite was damaged during production Animals were harmed during the making of the fic (read: Several ants eating crumbs around the keyboard were ruthlessly squashed).
And now...
A Night at Kitsune's
Chapter 2
'Wow,' Mitsune thought to herself. 'He must've been good...'
'NO! Focus! How can I weasel my way out of this one? Naru won't speak to me for a few months, Motoko will kill Keitaro several times over, and Shinobu will cry her ass off. Su and Sarah won't care.'
'Of course! I can lie to them! That always works!
'But then, there's the matter of Keitaro...' Mitsune looked across the couch to her latest lover. 'What can I do to let him down easy? I mean, it's not like I really liked the guy or anything...'
'Or did I?'
This last mental question got Mitsune's mental gears going, though this time not to think up devious tricks to extract more money from hapless men.
The next shock to her system was when she, in the middle of her thought process, she found another source of moisture on her lips.
'I'm kissing Keitaro...'
- - - - -
'I'm kissing Keitaro....'
Naru slowly woke herself up from this little fantasy as the train pulled into the Hinata station.
'What the hell am I doing here?'
Naru was able to answer her own question. She had left her grandparents' place several days before she had planned. This was because, as she explained to her grandparents, she had forgotten to write an important paper, and needed to return home now to get it done.
This was, of course, a lie.
She left because she missed Keitaro, and to give him a bit of a surprise by coming home unannounced. We all know what happens next, or at least those you who had the brilliant idea of reading the first chapter first.
Did she know the dire consequences of this action? No. Did Keitaro and Mitsune know of the housemate that was on her way to the very spot where they were kissing? No. Is this all an extremely clever plot twist? No. Is this all random babbling coming from the author? Yes.
= = = = =
"You... bastard..." Naru spoke almost silently through her clenched teeth. She then gave the subjects of the video a new, patented, Super-Naru Double Punch, spend Mitsune and Keitaro flying to God knows where. Just as Mitsune and Keitaro ended the kitchen by creating their own doors, a single tear rolled down Naru's cheek as she ran away from Hinata House, in a futile attempt to forget what she had just seen.
At the other end of Hinata House, where Mitsune and Keitaro were laying in a heap not very different from a heap they had gotten themselves into last night. Per normal, Keitaro remained undamaged. Everyone knew that was going to happen. It was Mitsune who defied expectations. She too, other than a white bandage that had appeared on her head for no apparent reason, was unscathed by the attack.
"I didn't know you could pass on immortality like that..."
**The author would like to apologize for the very bad joke, and caution that people should not attempt to gain their friend's invincibility through that method. There are much safer ways.**
"Well, what do we do know?" Mitsune queried.
"First, we have a few walls to fix..."
"DON'T YOU THINK THAT CAN WAIT!!??"
"If you insist. Then, we should probably try to find Naru, tell her what happened, and keep her from doing anything too drastic," Keitaro suggested, wiping away from his shirt wood fragments that were once his kitchen table. "After that, we'll discuss us..."
Mitsune nodded in agreement, a which point a large explosion was heard. No, Naru-haters, this was not Narusegawa's head spontaneously combusting. It was actually a white van, victim of a stationary gas line's attack. Keitaro and Mitsune watched as the van flew gracefully through the air, to make a perfect landing (or, as perfect a landing a van can make) in front of where they were standing.
Silence filled the air for a few moments, as the pair stared flabbergasted as the appearance of the van.
Suddenly, an enraged female voice echoed from the van. "What the hell kind of driving is that, you idiot!"
The van's driver side door burst open (not in the way doors normally burst open - the more appropriate description would be 'flew off it's hinges at speeds nearly exceeding the sound barrier') as a man dressed in a white lab coat flew out with the door (read: 'expelled at velocities measured at approximately Mach 1.5).
"Hello Haruka. Hello Seta..."
- - - - -
Brak said in a sad, depressed tone, "Space Ghost, I think I'm... pregnant."
From nowhere, dramatic chords played as....
+++We apologize for this error. The above was meant for another fic. We return you know to our story.+++
- - - - -
Later, the four were all seated at the Café Hinata. Haruka was still pissed off at Seta. Seta managed to, outside all logical reasoning by the medical sciences known to man, escaped with only a slight cut on his head (though that cut was caused by several ancient trees, almost all of which were completely destroyed). And, poor Mitsune and Ketaro still had no idea where Naru was.
We arrive to the scene as Keitaro and Mitsune exlained what happened. "So that's what happened," Mitsune said. Keitaro nodded in sad agreement. Both watched and waited for Haruka and Seta to weigh in on the issue.
After a tense few minutes of silence, Haruka was the first to speak up. "So... None of it was MY sake, was it?" Haruka started to get toward her alcohol reserves.
"CAN'T YOU THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE IMPORTANT?" was the response from the two yaougsters.
"No. That's expensive stuff, you know," Haruka said emotionlessly as she went her secret reserves. Just after a moments' glance, she immediately said, with a hint of nearly uncontrollable rage in her voice, "You guys took a bottle, didn't you?"
At that oddly timed moment, Seta replied, while pouring a bit into his cup, "No, that was m..."
The rest of his last syllable will, unfortunately, remain a mystery to the rest of the world. You see, at that moment, Seta had an unfortunate incident in which he collided with a television satellite, knocking out TV service for approximately 34.5 million people. Another mystery also came of this event, as few can explain how he managed to get up there in the first place, managed to survive the oxygen devoid, pressure less vacuum of space, and how he managed to make it back through the atmosphere without turning into tiny bits of charred human, and how he managed to return to the very site where he had been attempting to finish a syllable without any appearance of odd interruption, and how the other occupants of the café managed to not give a damn about what happened. But that's another fic.
It was at that very moment that two events happened simultaneously. Firstly, one Motoko Aoyama appeared at the Café Hinata. Secondly (is that a word?), the author realized it was 4:00 AM, and that he needed to be awake in three hours to catch his ride to school. Coincidence? I think not.
Disclaimer: No rather old inns, boxy white vans, ancient trees, or egos were hurt in the writing of this chapter. A multimillion dollar satellite was damaged during production Animals were harmed during the making of the fic (read: Several ants eating crumbs around the keyboard were ruthlessly squashed).
And now...
A Night at Kitsune's
Chapter 2
'Wow,' Mitsune thought to herself. 'He must've been good...'
'NO! Focus! How can I weasel my way out of this one? Naru won't speak to me for a few months, Motoko will kill Keitaro several times over, and Shinobu will cry her ass off. Su and Sarah won't care.'
'Of course! I can lie to them! That always works!
'But then, there's the matter of Keitaro...' Mitsune looked across the couch to her latest lover. 'What can I do to let him down easy? I mean, it's not like I really liked the guy or anything...'
'Or did I?'
This last mental question got Mitsune's mental gears going, though this time not to think up devious tricks to extract more money from hapless men.
The next shock to her system was when she, in the middle of her thought process, she found another source of moisture on her lips.
'I'm kissing Keitaro...'
- - - - -
'I'm kissing Keitaro....'
Naru slowly woke herself up from this little fantasy as the train pulled into the Hinata station.
'What the hell am I doing here?'
Naru was able to answer her own question. She had left her grandparents' place several days before she had planned. This was because, as she explained to her grandparents, she had forgotten to write an important paper, and needed to return home now to get it done.
This was, of course, a lie.
She left because she missed Keitaro, and to give him a bit of a surprise by coming home unannounced. We all know what happens next, or at least those you who had the brilliant idea of reading the first chapter first.
Did she know the dire consequences of this action? No. Did Keitaro and Mitsune know of the housemate that was on her way to the very spot where they were kissing? No. Is this all an extremely clever plot twist? No. Is this all random babbling coming from the author? Yes.
= = = = =
"You... bastard..." Naru spoke almost silently through her clenched teeth. She then gave the subjects of the video a new, patented, Super-Naru Double Punch, spend Mitsune and Keitaro flying to God knows where. Just as Mitsune and Keitaro ended the kitchen by creating their own doors, a single tear rolled down Naru's cheek as she ran away from Hinata House, in a futile attempt to forget what she had just seen.
At the other end of Hinata House, where Mitsune and Keitaro were laying in a heap not very different from a heap they had gotten themselves into last night. Per normal, Keitaro remained undamaged. Everyone knew that was going to happen. It was Mitsune who defied expectations. She too, other than a white bandage that had appeared on her head for no apparent reason, was unscathed by the attack.
"I didn't know you could pass on immortality like that..."
**The author would like to apologize for the very bad joke, and caution that people should not attempt to gain their friend's invincibility through that method. There are much safer ways.**
"Well, what do we do know?" Mitsune queried.
"First, we have a few walls to fix..."
"DON'T YOU THINK THAT CAN WAIT!!??"
"If you insist. Then, we should probably try to find Naru, tell her what happened, and keep her from doing anything too drastic," Keitaro suggested, wiping away from his shirt wood fragments that were once his kitchen table. "After that, we'll discuss us..."
Mitsune nodded in agreement, a which point a large explosion was heard. No, Naru-haters, this was not Narusegawa's head spontaneously combusting. It was actually a white van, victim of a stationary gas line's attack. Keitaro and Mitsune watched as the van flew gracefully through the air, to make a perfect landing (or, as perfect a landing a van can make) in front of where they were standing.
Silence filled the air for a few moments, as the pair stared flabbergasted as the appearance of the van.
Suddenly, an enraged female voice echoed from the van. "What the hell kind of driving is that, you idiot!"
The van's driver side door burst open (not in the way doors normally burst open - the more appropriate description would be 'flew off it's hinges at speeds nearly exceeding the sound barrier') as a man dressed in a white lab coat flew out with the door (read: 'expelled at velocities measured at approximately Mach 1.5).
"Hello Haruka. Hello Seta..."
- - - - -
Brak said in a sad, depressed tone, "Space Ghost, I think I'm... pregnant."
From nowhere, dramatic chords played as....
+++We apologize for this error. The above was meant for another fic. We return you know to our story.+++
- - - - -
Later, the four were all seated at the Café Hinata. Haruka was still pissed off at Seta. Seta managed to, outside all logical reasoning by the medical sciences known to man, escaped with only a slight cut on his head (though that cut was caused by several ancient trees, almost all of which were completely destroyed). And, poor Mitsune and Ketaro still had no idea where Naru was.
We arrive to the scene as Keitaro and Mitsune exlained what happened. "So that's what happened," Mitsune said. Keitaro nodded in sad agreement. Both watched and waited for Haruka and Seta to weigh in on the issue.
After a tense few minutes of silence, Haruka was the first to speak up. "So... None of it was MY sake, was it?" Haruka started to get toward her alcohol reserves.
"CAN'T YOU THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE IMPORTANT?" was the response from the two yaougsters.
"No. That's expensive stuff, you know," Haruka said emotionlessly as she went her secret reserves. Just after a moments' glance, she immediately said, with a hint of nearly uncontrollable rage in her voice, "You guys took a bottle, didn't you?"
At that oddly timed moment, Seta replied, while pouring a bit into his cup, "No, that was m..."
The rest of his last syllable will, unfortunately, remain a mystery to the rest of the world. You see, at that moment, Seta had an unfortunate incident in which he collided with a television satellite, knocking out TV service for approximately 34.5 million people. Another mystery also came of this event, as few can explain how he managed to get up there in the first place, managed to survive the oxygen devoid, pressure less vacuum of space, and how he managed to make it back through the atmosphere without turning into tiny bits of charred human, and how he managed to return to the very site where he had been attempting to finish a syllable without any appearance of odd interruption, and how the other occupants of the café managed to not give a damn about what happened. But that's another fic.
It was at that very moment that two events happened simultaneously. Firstly, one Motoko Aoyama appeared at the Café Hinata. Secondly (is that a word?), the author realized it was 4:00 AM, and that he needed to be awake in three hours to catch his ride to school. Coincidence? I think not.