Hello! It's sayain673 here. I know that I promised to work on the Black Cat fic, but I just felt that I could go an extra mile since I have writer's block for the other one.

ALSO! THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO SUBSCRIBED FOR THIS STORY! YOU ALL GET A COOKIE! I would list your names here if I could, but I love you all, regardless (no homo). In addition, I went to Italy (PASTAAAAAAAAA!) for a few weeks, so thank you for waiting.

Also, school started, so my updates will probably happen bi-monthly, but I have no intention of abandoning this fic, so keep that in mind.

A/N: This takes place before the Motoko vs. Tsuruko skirmish.

Here's a puzzle fo you- Dead Space 1 chapters.

ALSO! I do not know what goes through the head of Keitaro Urashima, so please review if his character is OCC.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Love Hina, Dead Space or Inception.

Dissociative Identity Disorder: Also known as multiple personality disorder, it is a common mental disorder in which two or more personalities alternate control of the body. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, insufficient protection and nurture during childhood, abnormal psychological development, overwhelming stress and abuse.

Chapter 1- Entry Point

The early mornings of Tokyo U brought about the end to the dreams of the night for all denizens of the city. But each citizen woke up in a different way. The elders woke up to the warm sunlight, their skin warmed by the life-giving light. The working class slammed the alarm clocks they had set the previous night in order to get to work on time. Middle, Elementary and High School students woke up by either alarm or by parent, all while mumbling something about "five more minutes".

Toudai students also had their ways of waking up, be it alarm or sunrise or parents (those that live with their family's basement). But they had to hurry if they were to make it on time to the classes. Their morning ritual included taking a shower, eating breakfast, packing up (if they hadn't the night before), brushing their teeth and making the commute, be it by bicycle, automobile, subway or by simply walking.

Each had their ways of waking up, but there was always one thing that woke them up, no matter what type of riser, no matter what time of day. Almost everyday, a loud KA-POW was heard, followed by a screaming object that flew across the skies of Tokyo and crash-landed with a sickening crunch.

THAT deffinetly woke them up.

Out of the smoking crater in the park emerged Keitaro Urashima, manager of the HInata-Sou girls' dorm and self-proclaimed three-year ronnin. Grimmancing at the dent of the crater, he sighed, turned his neck side to side to make sure there was no crick, cracked the joints that had been jammed and began making his way back to the Sou. Immortality was useful, as he couldn't die, but it sure sucked to feel the pain of impact.

His broken leg didn't help either. Even though he was immortal, regeneration didn't come without a cost. Only by channeling ki to the area and that took ALOT out of him, enough ki spent if it had naturally healed on its own. Simply put, he let it heal at its natural pace. He didn't have his crutches with him, adding to his list of hardships. However, he managed to do a one-step jig on the sidewalk while going back to the Sou, trying not to put pressure on his leg.

"Wow," Keitaro mused. "They sent me flying to almost the same distance as the last few 'launches'. THAT'S gotta be a record."

He chuckled dryly at the "shameless act of perversion" that he "committed" this early morning. Rubbing the back of his neck, his morning came back to him as he journeyed down the sidewalk, the beginnings of a rain storm embracing his matching mood.

"GOOD MORNING KEITARO!" shouted Kaolla as he stepped out of his room, right into her flying kick. Too dazed to react to the suprise attack, he caught it, full blast and was rocketed down the hallway. His head whipped violently to the left and he immediately felt the joints in his neck crack up. He felt pain in the smashed appendage, but it was a far cry from the one in his head.

"What's up, dork?" Sara said as he was drop-kicked by the ten year old American, sending him rocketing down the stairs. The human pinball barely had time to register that he flew down a story without crashing into anything before he crashed into the kitchen. Upsetting the table, he violently flipped backwards landing on top of a panicked Shinobu, who had rushed to help him. Now in her current position, a deep crimson overcame her already slightly red face, threatening to never return to its original color.

Keitaro knew that in this ritual, Naru or Motoko would come, and fear shot through his system. He sent a brief prayer to God, begging with Him to give him a break or to send some divine intervention to interrupt the almost daily ritual...

His prayers went unanswered.

He heard heavy footsteps making a mad dash towards the kitchen. His terror grew when he saw -argueably- the two most violent elements on the planet converge in the kitchen doorway, with raw anger in their eyes.

"WHAT WAS THAT NOISE-"

"KEITARO, YOU PERVERT! WITH AN UNDERAGE GIRL, NONETHELESS!"

"URASHIMA! TODAY IS THE DAY YOUR PERVERTED WAYS END!"

His lips tried to form a plea and even Shinobu tried to explain things, but the two wraiths of death descended on him, faster than Su on Tama-chan. There was no pity or mercy for him, even though he had a cast on his leg. He instantly felt Naru's fist connect with his chin, her ki practically steaming off his impacted mandible. With a scream of pain, he was rocketed into the air, his head violently flipping to the sky. He smashed through three stories of alabaster, concrete and whitewall, feeling each floor impact his immortal frame.

As he flew into the sky he felt a malevolent presence come up underneath him. Twisting his body he tried to get a glimpse of his second attacker, but as it came closer, he recognized it, having felt the cold embrace of century-old, tempered steel countless times...

"SHINMEI-RYU SWORDS STYLE: ROCK SPLITTING TECHNIQUE!" screamed Motoko, resident kendo-ka, swinging her blade in a crescent arc, sending a wave of violent ki roaring towards the karinrin at break neck speed. He sighed, knowing the ritual would soon be done with. Slamming into him with the force of a tormenting god, he flew across the dawning sky, the sun's aura casting a red shade against the morning clouds...

As red as blood.

His trip down memory lane ended as he found himself staring up the mountainous steps leading to the Sou. He did not immediately venture up the treacherous climb, ready to apologize to them, even though they always threw it in his face. Although some part of him would find this as the entrance to paradise, now the ascending stairs looked to him as the descent into damnation, filled with demons of malevolent strength, taking pleasure in his painful existence.

I feel your pain, brother...

He whipped his head around, looking for the source of the voice that had spoken to him. There was no one on the empty streets, save for a stray cat that yawned at his glancing. Looking down at the ground, he saw his shadow look back up at him. Confused, he turned around and began the ascent to the dorm, wincing every time his bum leg touched the ground. Hopping from one step to the next one, he made a resolution to hide emergency crutches at points where he might have landed, hopefully he could avoid the awkward step-jig climb.

Coming up the stairs, he saw the familiar site of the Inn-turned-Dorm, its three stories visible in the center and scenery normally filled with flying cherry blossoms and leaves, but now rain fell sending all blossoms and leaves down a short flight and a cold landing. In his eyes, its beauty was only a lure; a trap set for the weak and oppressed. He felt no anger toward them, rather, only a sadness that they couldn't understand his predicament. They would never know to be "that guy" who failed the exam three times and "that guy" who was kicked out of his own parent's house.

Opening the door, he found that it was as if a canopy of silence enshrouded the Inn. No noise could be heard. He couldn't even hear the romping of Sarah or Su. No noise came from the floor above, or the kitchen, where Shinobu would be cooking breakfast by this time of day.

"Okay, guys," he said, projecting his voice into the void that was Hinata. "If you guys are ignoring me because of this morning, I'm sorry, ok?"

The only response was the rustling wind and the patter of the rain, carrying his voice throughout the halls of the seemingly deserted dormitory.

"Will you come on out?" he asked, saying the words louder.

Silence reigned supreme responding with a sigh of nothing. As he relaxed his posture, he sighed at the girls pulling the wool over his eyes. Why couldn't they be nice to him, just for one day? His heart dropping, he began the trek towards his room to go clean the inn, when suddenly it shot up his throat in a strangled gasp as a voice drifted through the empty halls in the inn, reverberating off the wooden walls and floor.

You want me to come out?

"WHO'S THERE?" he shouted, instinctively going to an old Urashima style battle stance, ingrained into his body at a young age. Fists pulled up and legs spread like Bruce Lee, his eyes darted around the threadbare living room.

Someone that many thought only appeared in the special ones...

"I SAID, WHO'S THERE?" he repeated, his fists clenching so hard, his fingers were turning white. Where had the enemy hidden itself?

You think me a foe? it asked, incredulity in its alto voice. I haven't made a move to harm you. You haven't given me a chance to explain myself, which is what those girls have never let you do.

Lowering his guard, Keitaro noted that the voice had a point, feeling a little guilty at the same time: it hadn't harmed him, rather it gave him a talking opportunity, one he never got from the girls in his "acts" and he had threatened to harm it, just like the girls. The only difference was that they had no need to threaten, only lay on the punches...

"If you are a friend", he said, decreasing the volume of his voice and harshness in its tone, "Then reveal yourself. Show me who you are."

Where did you first meet "them"?, it whispered. He thought he heard a hint of bitterness at the word "them".

"Here at the inn?" he asked slowly, his eyes darting upward as if to reach knowledge from in between his eyes. His response came as a child might answer a teacher. "Or are you talking about a specific location in the inn?"

He learns quickly, the voice mused. There is hope in you yet.

"The first one I met...was Naru... at the hot spring..."he concluded, wincing at the memory of that day. He still had the scars to show.

Come to me... the voice whispered, trailing off into the wind, not exactly dying, but fading away.

Relaxing his guard, Keitaro walked to the entrance to the hot springs, cutting through the hallways of the abandoned dormitory. Mist began to condense, making it harder for Keitaro to find his way to the spring. It came up to the point where he couldn't see four feet in front of him, but still he pressed on, to meet the person who claimed to be of no harm to him.

You should be able to reach the door handle now, the voice whispered.

Nodding to himself, probably out of comfort, he groped about for the door handle, finally landing his hand on the wooden grip. Slidding the door to the left, a plume of steam bellowed out of the narrow opening, like a dragon, exhaling flames at the lone knight come to save the fair maidens. Stepping onto the wooden platform after the steam cleared down a bit, he grabbed a mop leaning by the wall to help himself onto the rocky ground, wincing as his bum leg hit a rock.

You have no reason to suffer in this haven...

"Heaven?" Keitaro said, his tone incredelous. "It is no more heaven than it is not hell, but rather, a flipant earth, where those who live on it can see their hopes blossom, yet die in an instant. It can be as nurturing as a mother to an infant, yet, at the same time, as cruel as a demon to that of the damned."

Philosophical, for one who hasn't began classes at Tokyo U.

"How do you know that?" he shouted, looking for the voice's owner.

I have been with you since the begining of your suffering. I have felt every blow delt to you by Naru, every swordstroke by Motoko and every kick by Su and Sarah. I have seen your trials at the ruins and of the lands beyond this island...

"Who are you?" he asked, wonder in his voice.

Look, the voice implored him, Look into the mirror...look beyond the surface and see what lies within...

Keitaro scrunched up his eyebrows, thinking what the mirror would be here in the springs. Damn, it! He couldn't concentrate, due to the mist foging up his glasses that rose up from the water...That's it!

Going as fast as he could on his leg and makeshift "crutch", he hobbled to the water's edge. Kneeling down, he glanced into the water, seeing his reflection stare up at him. Then the water changed, its surface rippling, getting hotter and more humid. As the ripples passed through his reflection, his reflection wavered, like a flag being waved by a desperate soldier, begging his comrades to rally and fight. Then the ripples ceased, and the water became disturbingly calm and silence reigned supreme once more.

Keitaro blinked as this occured, his eyes watering from the heat. Wiping his eyes, he tried to look into the water, but he found it to be blurry. Steam had clung to both sides of his glasses, hindering his already, bad vision. Muttering a curse under his breath, he took them off, and reached to clean them, but he fumbled an dropped them into the springs.

"Damn it..." he muttered squinting at the reflection in the water, trying to see beyond the surface of the water and into the depths to try to find his optical enhancers.

You are my brother... the voice said, startling him and causing him to nearly drop himself into the water. I will not let you suffer...

Sitting himself up, he was about to ask what he meant, but then his vision sudenly became clear. He blinked again, staring in disbelief at the area around the spring. Not even with his glasses could he see this clear.

Now look...

He did, gazing into the water and almost fell back, shocked, at what he was looking at.

Sillver-grey and orange-yellow stared up at him, blinking as he did. Tanned skin was easily seen in the mist that bore scars from a battered life, filled with pain that Keitaro could imediately relate to. But what unnerved him the most was that his reflection was staring up at him, eyes filled with a deadly seriousness that would normally not be seen in the ronnin's eyes.

I am you, Keitaro Urashima. I understand you better than everyone else because I have suffered similarly, the reflection said, its mouth moving whist Keitaro's did not.

Begining to shake, Keitaro managed to get out, "Wh-What are you?"

Simply put, I am another side of you.

Panic gripped Keitaro harder than he ever gripped a breast (unnintentionally, of course). "So...you mean to say that I have another personality? THAT I HAVE A DISORDER? THAT I'M CRAZY?"

Calm yourself, the reflection admonished, you are not crazy in any way, shape or form. While I am a different "personality" of you, you still are the original master over the body that I also inhabit in. Normally, people with MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder), will have uncontroled switched from one persona to another, but I cannot, will not, take over the body. You are the original, I am simply a fragment; a fragment with a large amount of ki ,that is.

A sense of calm washed over Keitaro. He made a small smile, looking at the reflection. "Phew! I was worried about the girls-" here, he stopped mid sentance, confusion slowly forming on his features-"finding out...I'm...crazy...WHERE ARE ALL OF THE GIRLS!"

You and I are the only inhabitants of this world for now. All others have been banished so I could speak to you.

"That doesn't help!" he yelled at the fragment. "Where the hell are we?"

A dream.

"A dream?" Keitaro said, raising an eyebrow at an angle that would make a skeptic disbileiver jealous. "Now it makes sen-"

A sudden blow to his face knocked him to the side, sending him sprawling into the dirt, miraculously not falling into the water. He tried to get up, but a sudden rumble of the earth knocked him to his knees. He felt moisture on his cheeks and looked up and to his suprise, it was raining, even though it was still sunny outside.

Oh, no, the voice sounded, fear creeping into his normally monotone voice.

"What the hell's going on?" Keitaro managed to get out, trying to stabilize himself with the mop as the earthquake continued around him.

THE DREAM IS COLAPSING (Fangirls/boys: SQUEEEEEL!)!, the voice screamed. Someone is waking you up!

"Good! I need to get out of here and make it back to the Sou!"

HELP ME! I HAVE NO WISH TO STAY HERE! TAKE WITH YOU TO THE SURFACE! I DON'T WANT TO STAY IN THE DREAM!

Hearing the panic in the shade's voice, Keitaro's helping instinct kicked in and he managed to hobble to the side of the springs. "OK! How do I get you out of here?"

Pull me out of the water! Free me from this dungeon!

Going prone by the rim, he plunged his arm into the steaming water. Meanwhile, the rumbling continued around him as trees fell down and the dormitory groaned with the vibrations.

Suddently, Keitaro felt a weight on his armand he pulled hard trying to free his "other side". Try sticking a lolipop into a jar of honey and leave it out to dry on the counter for a few days and pulling it out. That's how hard it was for Keitaro to pull out the reflection in the water. But slowly and surely, he was making progress. First a tanned hand, then an arm and the head soon bacame visible.

"Good!" the reflection said, taking in a breath of air as soon as his head broke the surface. "Free my other arm and grab it! There isn't much time!"

"HOW WILL WE GET OUT OF THE DREAM?" he shouted, while manuvering his body to grab the other arm and still have enough pull on his good leg to use as leverage to pull him out. All this occured during the rumble.

"We have to die!"

"WHAT?" he shouted, a questioning look forming on his face.

"Either that, or when you, URGH!"- here his torso came free of the water-"wake up, that's called a 'kick'!"

A sudden shadow loomed over them and both original and fragment looked up in horror at what covered the light. The Sou couldn't take anymore. After centuries of use (the more modern century putting it on the time of its life) and this earthquake, the old building seemed to be giving up on the ground it was deeply routed in. Structures began to fall and the pair were beset by a wide spectrum of debris. Wood began falling into the spring as soon as Keitaro got his fragment's legs out of the springs.

"Come on!" the reflection shouted, desperately trying to worm himself out of the water. "THAT THING'S GONNA CRUSH US AND I WON'T ESCAPE WITH YOU!"

"I'M TRYING!" Keitaro shouted back, putting more into his efforts.

The building groaned, shuddered, then colapsed. Three stories of wood, stone and history fell onto the pair in the spring, crushing them with a sickening crunch. When the dust settled, all that was left of the Hinata Springs was a ruin of jagged wood, sticking out of the ground, trying to remember the glory days...

But in the water of the hot springs, there was no blood at all, not a smear, not a drop, not an ounce polluted the famous springs...

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