Hey, all. In this chapter, we're taking a break from seeing Tsusoki, and will be focusing on the results of his actions. Also, rating change. Sorry if this made it difficult for anyone to find this chapter.

Love Hina: The Mysterious Stranger

There WILL be references.

Throughout the next several days, both Keitaro and his tenets noticed lots of strange changes with each other.

For one, Su, started eating in normal portions, but only ate a diet of bananas (unsurprisingly) cucumbers, pickles, pretzel sticks, carrots, egg rolls, sausage, and burritos. She also didn't scarf her food down. In fact, she barely chewed it anymore.

Shinobu secluded herself to her room for most of the day, except for the occasional trip to the local fabric store for sewing materials and yellow and black fabric. If you don't immediately have a WTF moment, go read my other story for details.

Motoko also spent an unusual amount of time in her room, and if anyone managed to sneak up to her door (here's a clue, no one could), they would only hear the scratching of pen on paper, and the occasional knock of wood on a tatami mat, followed by a slight moan.

Naru spent quite a bit of time out of her room, now, almost constantly with Keitaro. Whether he knew this or not, though is an issue of debate. In fact, Naru could, and often had, recall at least three occasions when Keitaro definitely didn't know she was watching him. Either that, or Keitaro had a very strange fetish of being watched during his 'alone time.' I'm just narrating this story, so I'm not sure. If you want to know, go email Ken asking if Kei has a voyeur fetish.

Keitaro and Kitsune, however, were much more active. Keitaro spent his days quite relaxed, usually spending his days wandering around, somewhat concerned about the girls, but not about to risk his neck. It also helped that he was able to spend his days relaxing on the full – body pillow that had taken to following him around, even into the springs. Which brings us to Kitsune.

Kitsune had full – on glomped him the day after Tsusoki left, stating simply that Keitaro, "always made a nice pillow, and it's good to know there's no 'bed – bugs.'" This perplexed Keitaro at first, and it still would, were it not for the two rather large worry – erasers pressing against him. (A/N: Note to my female readers, please don't take offense to the previous statement. Even though it is true, so very very true, I hold only the utmost respect for women. That statement was made for the sake of humor, and this statement is to save my ass. That is all. I'm going to get back to the story now. Where the hell is my parentheses key?) (A/N: There it is.) He now had absolutely no objections to Kitsune following him around, especially after learning that she considered bathing with a towel optional.

Needless to say the girls were all dealing with the news of Keitaro's newfound sexuality in their own ways, and Keitaro was thanking Tsusoki with every pleasant thing that he could do now that he couldn't before, such as bathing in the springs.

Unless you have no sense of dramatics, you know that this is a bomb just waiting to go off. Unfortunately, the fuse on this literary warhead has a couple of weeks on it, and I don't feel like narrating a full two weeks of occurrence, no matter how often Kitsune goes skinny – dipping, so...

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Keitaro was lounging with Kitsune in a position that would have gotten him, and for that matter, many guys, brutally murdered under normal circumstances, when all hell broke loose. (A/N: 'Hell' is not the correct word here, but it conjures the correct image of havoc and chaos. What, or rather who was in chaos, however, demands a different term. I will correct now.) -when all heaven broke loose.

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Kanako looked up from her grimoire as the Devil approached her plane seat.

"Madame, may I have an audience with you?" he said, groveling, and praying that his mistress was in a good mood, lest she use the marshmallows again. The marshmallows... So many... marshmallows...

"Yes, Lucy," Kanako replied, returning her gaze to her book or dark arts.

"The, uh, disturbance you asked me to keep track of? The one concerning you brother?"

"He is NOT my BROTHER!" literal flames of wrath (Remember, she has basically made Satan her bitch) arose around her as she stood and advanced on the former Lord of Darkness.

"My apologies, mistress! Forgive me, please! Of course I meant your fiancee! The disturbance with your fiancee has gotten more extreme!" Satan absolutely groveled at Kanako's feet, not daring to kiss them, however. One could never be sure which shoes she was planning to wear for her wedding this particular day.

"Hmm," Kanaka murmured to herself as she moved to another, less on – fire portion of the plane, "Set the course to the Hinata Inn. Be there before I awake. I must make plans."

Lucifer had no doubt what she would be planning. His Lady would defend her brother from the clutches of another woman with nothing but pure blind rage. She wouldn't plan the death of the unlucky wench at all. No, he had been on laundry duty enough to know that when she was planning, it was most certainly involving her, uh, betrothed. Best not to even think the word 'brother' around Lady Kanako. She may hear you, or maybe just smell your fear.

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The fallout from the insanity in the sou had calmed down, but it certainly was still there. All the residents of the well – worn structure were sprawled out in a rather large pool of blood. Shinobu and Su were the only ones with any fabric covering them, though none of it was covering their modesty. Not that there was much modesty to cover. Also, because I know you'll be asking if I don't say it, the blood was from Keitaro's nose. The other details I'll leave to the imagination, though suffice it to say Motoko's bokken, several scraps of yellow ad black cloth from a formerly glorious costume, and more than one mecha – tama were also on the scene.

Eventually, everyone woke up, and spoke their first intelligible words since Armageddon broke out.

"What... the hell?" Keitaro almost yelled.

"Kei-kun is crooked!" Su chirped.

"Well, not from my point of view," Kitsune commented.

"Please, Keitaro, I'm sorry! I'm sorry about all of it!" Naru sobbed with miniature waterfalls pouring from chibi – sized eyes.

"I apologize for what I must have done to cause you to sink to such depths, Urashima – san," Motoko bowed low, depriving all who weren't behind her of a rather pleasant view.

Shinobu didn't comment, only making an odd buzzing noize while swaying back and forth and giggling slightly.

"Huh?" Keitaro blanked. "Does this have to do with Tsusoki?" asked Keitaro.

"Yes! It has everything to do with him! Buzz!" was the general summary of his answer.

"Wow. He must have really made an impression on you guys. Sorry about that, I guess he's just good at influencing people. I'm going to go take a bath, excuse me. No, Kitsune, you can stay."

After he had gone, the girls all wept slightly, their various attempts to seduce – him – straight having failed miserably.

"Well," said Kitsune, "at least none of us resorted to bedding him this time. It'd kinda suck to lose your cherry to a gay guy..."

And despite their various inhibitions, mental states, and lack of knowledge of what a 'cherry' is, the others all nodded.

And then there was a knock at the door.