After his soak, Keitaro quietly descended the stairs to get a drink of water and failed to notice Mitsune sprawled the length of the sofa watching television on a very low volume.

On spotting him, she whispered, "hey stud, fancy joining me for a drink?" raising a bottle of Sake in the air.

Keitaro was startled by the sudden voice and stood there for a moment, his eyes skimming her figure which was only covered by a low cut plain t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Eventually he smiled and replied, "I'd love to."

"So how come you're up so late?" she asked as she poured him a cup.

Sitting on an armchair beside her, he sipped the Sake. "I couldn't sleep so thought I'd have a bath, was about to get a glass of water until you intervened."

Mitsune looked at him and winked, "trust me, this will help you a lot better than water."

"So why are you awake?" Keitaro asked, eyes flicking to the black and white film that was on, which combined terrible acting with terrible monster effects.

"Me? I'm a creature of habit, all the bad ones. Drink all night, sleep all day. Did you get your door fixed okay?"

"As best as I could, duct tape and spare wood does wonders", he laughed slightly prompting Mitsune to giggle slightly.

"You know, Kei, you're not as bad as the other girls think?" she smiled but Keitaro knew he was much worse.

…..

Keitaro opened his eyes and blinked slowly, it was still night-time and he was now staring at his bedroom ceiling. He frowned and struggled to remember what had happened after they chatted, he remembered sharing a drink but nothing afterwards and why were his wrists bound in iron cuffs...wait a minute, iron cuffs?

Keitaro looked about the room and realised there was something badly wrong. Lying on his back on top of his futon, he found his hands bound above his head on the floor. As he moved the cuffs slightly to see them better he noticed they were bound to two separate chains. Following each chain, they led to opposite walls and were bracketed along them, leading to a pair of shotguns above his door, both aimed at him. If he yanked the chains too hard then BANG...

Montroel was a powerful demon, he pulled all his 'games' from a portal and managed to construct them effortlessly, silently and within seconds, creating a miniature dimension within each area he sets the game up in so no-one outside it could hear what goes on. This seemed too easy though, all he had to was roll backwards to relieve the pressure on the chains then find a way to break the cuffs.

It was then that a numbing pain shot from his feet and he realised he couldn't move them. Keitaro peered down wide-eyed with a mixture of disbelief and horror as he saw a large nail was stuck through each ankle, pinning his feet to the ground.

Montroels' voice floated in from his balcony, mimicking Mitsunes' name for him, "enjoying yourself, 'Kei'?"

Keitaro tilted his head up and shot a half-smirk through the pain, "thought it'd be harder to be honest."

Montroel laughed then slightly goaded, "how about clapping your hands for me?"

"I will once I take these cuffs off", Keitaro exclaimed confidently.

"Really?" the demon grinned, "in that case, I'll see you soon...oh, I almost forgot, if anyone opens that door from the outside the guns go off too. Oh, also one more thing I should probably mention...I rigged a bomb to the inside of Mitsunes' door and if anyone opens it then BOOM and GOODBYE so you might need to defuse it somehow IF you can."

As Montroel disappeared, Keitaro laid there trying to figure out what to do and took a deep breath, closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and with all the strength he could muster, pulled his feet up.

…..

In his office, Detective Sakata drummed a pencil on his desk while he studied the path of the killer so far, he knew he had heard the surname Urashima somewhere before and there it was in a file in front of him. The unsolved disappearance at Tokyo U. Drinking a fresh coffee, he casually shot a glance at his assistant who was flicking through a filing cabinet drawer, her face wearing a slight frown as she did so.

"Something bothering you?" he asked, putting down his pencil and giving his undivided attention to her.

"It's nothing", she replied but knew her superior knew otherwise and could feel him still watching and waiting like before when she gave that response. "It's just I can't believe someone that age could do something like this. I mean if he did then that means everything else..."

Kentaro held up a hand to stop her before she continued on. While Mutsumi had a brilliant mind, she was still an innocent and sweet girl. "We have a lot of things to clear up before we can make any sort of accusation. We don't have motive, evidence or witnesses."

Mutsumi nodded slightly as he counted off those three things on his hand, "do you think he's capable of this?"

The detective cast an eye down on the file, "first we have to find out just what he did before we accuse him of anything. Then we can answer that question Mutsumi."

…..

Keitaro had pulled his feet from their imprisonment, a hole in either of his ankles while the nails were still in the floor. Performing a slow backward roll, the chains were now slack but he still had to remove the cuffs, disarm the shotguns and bandage his wounds quickly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his mind flooded with hypothetical ways to escape the prison without wasting time. Then it struck him like one of Motokos' ki waves.

Rapidly calculating angles and maximum speed needed for this feat, Keitaro centred himself mid-room then ran at his bedroom door, the chains started tightening and then the shotguns released a deafening blast.

Elsewhere in the Inn, Motoko meditated in her room unsuccessfully. She felt a dark presence watching her at times and it made her uneasy. She was sure it was the temporary resident that was to blame, it unnerved her yet she would never admit it to anyone yet she couldn't sleep because of him. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock in her room. Motoko knew who she should talk to but wondered if she was still awake.

Keitaros' heart pounded in his chest, his plan worked. After the run, he had slid across the floor on his knees at the perfect moment, hands up so the blast shattered the chains at the cuffs. The prison is soundproof so he didn't have to worry about anyone hearing the noise. Now he had disarmed the shotguns, he looked about for something to bandage his ankles with and grabbed two t-shirts, tying one around each ankle. Now there was the matter of the bomb.

…..

Keitaro was cold, in pain and really not in the mood for what he was doing but it was the only way. Since he couldn't see the bomb from outside her door, he had to climb in her window and it wasn't easy, however easy wasn't exactly a word Keitaro used, this was just another challenge in his way and he wasn't going to let it defeat him.

Thankfully her window was open and Mitsune was fast asleep when he eventually managed to climb in. He hobbled towards the door and crouched down at the small box at the bottom of the door. Bomb defusing wasn't something Keitaro had done before, he knew it was to do with coloured wires but that was limit of his knowledge. Taking out a pair of scissors tucked into his waistline, he followed each wire and tried to work out what was responsible for what and after a few minutes he paused at one wire. He was 80% sure he needed to cut this to win the game but it could be his eagerness leading him to believe that. Wrestling with this decision, he knew that if he didn't do something soon, Mitsune could wake up or someone else could open the door so with a deep breath he closed his eyes and cut the wire.

Nothing.

Peeking out of one eye he found the bomb started to disappear into thin air, which meant that he had done it! Keitaro punched the air slightly and exclaimed "YES!" slightly louder than intended and found the door in front suddenly wrenched open and a very angry Motoko stood looking down at him crouched with a pair of scissors in front of her.

She pulled out her blade, "I knew you were a vile pervert, Urashima, you will pay for your crimes!"

Keitaro stood up, "this isn;t what you think!"

Motoko pointed her blade at his throat, "you will be leaving these premises immediately."

The raised voice of Motoko had woken Mitsune and also the other occupants including his 'favourite' resident Naru, he dryly noted, who was making her way to them.

"What's going on? Did this pervert do something?" Naru asked with clenched fists.

"I was making my way from the kitchen when I heard Urashimas' voice in Mitsunes' room. I opened the door to find him crouched at the door with a pair of scissors."

"Hold on." Keitaro replied. "I wasn't anywhere near Mitsune so how can you accuse me of anything?"

"Then what were you doing in her room?" Motoko glared.

"I was chasing a mouse in my room and it got out so I grabbed a pair of scissors to kill it. I've been scouring the halls for ages until I followed it here."

Motoko and Naru looked at him suspiciously as he continued. "Look at me, I'm wrecked, even if I wanted to try something with Mitsune, I barely have the energy to walk."

Mitsune stepped behind Keitaro, "hey, how did I get to bed? I remember drinking with you downstairs but everything after is a blur."

That was all Motoko needed to get rid of Keitaro. "You vile male! Get out now!"

Prodded down the stairs and unable to give any sort of explanation, the girls led him towards the door when it opened and Haruka stepped in.

"What's going on here?" she asked the group.

"This pervert has been doing things with Mitsune!" answered Motoko. "We are escorting him out!"

"I'm afraid that's not possible", she replied to her, stunning the swords woman.

"But Haruka..." she started but paused as two strangers stepped in the doorway behind her.

"This is Detective Sakata and Detective Otohime from the police force. They have some bad news."

Sakata locked eyes with Urashima. "Mr. Urashima, we have a few questions for you."

END CHAPTER 003