Assassins of the Hinata
'Love Hina' is by Ken Akamatsu
Chapter 9: The other side of the coin
Mission #13
An elite area of Rome…
"What did you expect would happen?" asks someone sitting at the far end of a conference table. Their voice is calm although they themselves are thoroughly irritated.
The room's rich appointments and rich history hides many old secrets. To some on the outside, these secrets mean nothing…
The others sitting here turn their attention to the person speaking.
All hear, but few are listening.
"Our efforts must be re-doubled to get some satisfaction. We must spare no expense," says a second person with hidden rage. They pound the flat of their hand on the table.
"I doubt if that would help us. We are worse than blind when it comes to these people and how they can move like ghosts," says someone sitting at the head of the table. At least this is a try at coherence…
Fear, anger and revenge are palpable as expensively poured wine sits ignored on the table.
"Wasted assets, and the loss of intel of such high caliber, is now a total disaster for us because of the cost to our operations," says someone to their right. The ledger, which is their specialty in this organization, has a skewed deficit intolerant to running a profitable business. They know that must end.
"Not even the professionals we sent to Japan were able to confront them when the opportunity presented itself. Vanishing into thin air seems to be their stock-in-trade," says a slow sonorous voice from the right side about halfway down.
A reasonable assessment otherwise escapes all of them.
"You were warned," says the first voice at the far end once again.
A pause because of the calm inflection coming from that voice.
"We are not dealing with stupid people here who leave clues lying around for just anyone to find," says the voice continuing in measured tones, "They have done an excellent job eliminating anyone who could identify them. These people seem to have assets that are beyond even the vast resources that you claim to have. You did not hire my services in this matter to waste your time or money to give you solutions in fixing this. I advised you to ease up on trying to liquidate the threat until I had enough 'intel' to make a coherent assessment for you. However, thanks to some here who decided to act on their own, I have lost some extremely valuable resources that are not recoverable."
The guilty look down at their hands and say nothing.
"You will be compensated for all losses incurred," says the person at the head of the table.
The person at the end of the table neither smiles nor acknowledges the offer.
A knock at a huge double-door that sits across a long hallway.
"Come in," says the man at the head of the table.
The doors open wide and a rather large man walks in carrying a small white box. They place the box on the table and leave.
"What is this?" someone asks irritated by the inauspicious looking carton.
The assistant who sits to the left of the person at the table's head opens the box. Seeing a clear plastic container with a handle on top inside, they reach in and pull it out of the box.
Shocked, the people here all see something very surprising and none here but the man at the far end grasps its meaning.
"What the fuck is this? A fucking joke," says the assistant holding the container up and sees what is inside.
"Ah, a Brown Recluse," says the assessor at the end of the table. It is dawning on him who this could be from, but he knows that all of their fates are already sealed.
"Is this some kind of a fucking joke?" asks a second person in a fit of pique.
"No, it is more of a message that we are the targets now and that we all will soon be dead. However, she usually does not do this," says the assessor understanding that death will soon pay them all a visit.
No one gets the female gender reference.
Knowing that his life is now forfeit, he bites into a certain tooth wishing to go his own way.
The assessor's body collapses to the floor.
"SHIT!" comes a loud rejoinder.
As those around the table look on in horror at what just had happened, glass in the large windowpanes breaks behind them and two turtle shaped objects hurtle into the room at high speed. Without hesitation, the two objects explode and atomize the top half of the building.
No one sees anything as a cloaked ship just hovering outside, slowly rises above the rubble and hangs for a moment over the ancient city. Staying for a few moments to assess the damage, they take readings and hope that those who saw this get the message.
"They should have listened to him, Mutsumi. Vector set, so get comfy for the trip home," says Kaolla smiling over at the Poisoner. The Turtle ship flies up to cruising altitude over the Apennines and gains speed for the trip back to Japan.
"My little friend was on her last legs anyway," says the Poisoner cryptically with no pun intended.
She will mourn another time…
A good piece of news for once
The New Year's holiday and his 21st birthday nearly wrecked Keitaro and those who celebrated them with him.
Eight happy and very satisfied women compensated him for his lack of sleep on those nights, as the sex and booze flowed in equal abundance. Still, none of the assassins has any clue as to where the man they all love gets all of his energy reserves.
"I tried, but even my devices can't dig that deep," says a smiling Kaolla to the others while sitting on Keitaro's lap.
However, just before the upcoming two-day Tokyo U entrance exam, things begin to settle down enough to allowing Keitaro to get some good home cramming in. Mostly as a refresher.
Haruka, Mutsumi, Kitsune, Naru and Kaolla go over all of the aspects that cover different sections of the exam.
Things do not always go smoothly…
The ash-blonde lost herself one evening when she was explaining some of the higher math questions to Keitaro. She was attempting to slide onto his lap while lifting up her top until a dagger found its way into the top of his kotatsu.
"Damn it," responds the Fox in a very cold tone. She is very horny right now since her monthly is fast approaching.
"Not now, Kit. He doesn't need that kind of help," hisses Shinobu from the doorway. She came to tell them that dinner was ready.
"Good thing I didn't have 'sweetie' with me," hisses Kitsune out in the hallway after Keitaro went downstairs to clean up. Even though she knows that Shinobu is right, it pisses her off anyway as she leaves the rest of the threat hanging.
"That is why I purposely missed your hand as it reached for his zipper," comments Shinobu as a rejoinder.
"Too many good assassins in this place as it is," quips Naru coming down the stairs with Mutsumi.
"Fuck the both of you," growls Kitsune as they all enter the dining room.
Naru smiles causing Mutsumi and Shinobu to laugh.
The Fox blows it off…
"Now what, or shouldn't I even ask," asks Keitaro as all the women kiss him before they sit at the table.
Moving on…
BZZZZT! BZZZZT!
Waking up from a dream, Keitaro smiles as the alarm goes off.
Smiling next to him, Naru wakes and kisses the man she loves. The brunette was thankful that it was her night as she had a lot of pent-up energy to burn off.
"Gambatte, Kei-kun," she says getting out of bed and stretching.
"Arigatō, Naru," he replies climbing out of his futon.
Seeing the man she loves standing there with a certain part saluting her, Naru kneels before him and says, "I can't send you off to your entrance exam like this."
Downstairs, Shinobu and Haruka cook together filling the air wonder smells. Both want to make sure the man they love eats a healthy breakfast and has a good bento for his lunch break.
With some of the women surrounding him, Keitaro comes downstairs and gets a final briefing from them.
"Here, Kei-kun," says Kaolla after kissing him, "I have programmed your smart phone with all of the highlights that we studied and reviewed the other day." The other scholars here nod with her.
"Wow," responds Keitaro. Her generosity flabbergasts him.
"We all want you to do great, sweetie," says Kitsune softly with a gentle smile. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gives him a deep tongue-laden kiss.
"Be careful, Kit," says Naru, "I have already taken care of his needs this morning."
Kitsune reluctantly pulls away and smiles. The others all kiss him, but with less enthusiasm.
Mutsumi acts as his driver and bodyguard today as the others walk to the front of the Hinata with them.
With well wishes behind him, Keitaro departs expectantly with his smart phone in his shirt pocket and a bento in his backpack. He walks down the main stone stairway with Mutsumi smiling and holding his hand.
Afterwards…
Living with eight beautiful women with amazing skillsets is easy in comparison to the two-day grind he just went though. Mutsumi on the first day and Shinobu on the second drove their lover while encouraging him the whole way to his destination. The kiss he received from each of them was comforting as he headed into the testing hall.
The night in-between was difficult until Mutsumi mercifully darted him from up in Naru's room. She did it out of love and concern for the only man she will ever give her heart to in this life. The others consented believing that it was the best course if he was to sleep any.
It would remain their secret.
Slipping to the floor below, the Poisoner removes the dart and slides into his futon. The brunette sees an opportunity here and joins them.
The second day goes better than the first.
After the exams are over, he gets a surprise when Shinobu takes him to a 'Love Motel'.
"I paid for two hours, Kei-kun," says the petite chef coyly, "How many times can you can you make me cum in that allotted time?"
She stopped counting after the first hour.
Later, during dinner and washing Keitaro's back with the others, a noticeable smile never left Shinobu's face.
That night, Haruka and Kanako scream into the darkness with the understanding that their lover is longer under any stress. No one slept that night as Keitaro savaged the two with everything in has arsenal.
Collapsing from exhaustion, both lay on his futon as Keitaro gets up and steps over to his window. Nearing dawn, he stares out at the full moon.
"Never in my wildest imaginings," whispers Keitaro smiling at how much easier things went this year. The only thing left is going to check the board and then picking a course of study.
For some reason, any thoughts of his sexual prowess do not ever enter the picture. It seems like that is another person when he is with a woman. 'I already know,' he thinks smiling brighter before climbing back in with the two beauties lying there.
After another good breakfast, a small caravan takes Keitaro to check the traditional boards for his number outside of the testing hall. With his student exam number burned into his memory, he steps out from the crowd with him and approaches the board.
'Please, please, please,' he thinks striding up.
With eight sets of eyes boring into his back, Keitaro stands behind those looking for that number that could assure them of a respectable place in their society. Many happy cries and few sobbing people later, he has a clear and open look at the board.
"1662, 1663, 1-6-6-4. It's here, I finally did it," says Keitaro unable to move. The shock of seeing his number there is almost too much for him. His mouth hangs open.
"Something's wrong, minna," says Haruka going into professional mode.
"I don't think so, Haruka. Look," says Kitsune cracking a smile.
Re-assessing the situation, Haruka says, "I think he found his number." She smiles and dials a certain number.
"I get first ride tonight," whispers Kanako. She is working hard to restrain herself from running over and jumping her Onii-chan's bones here in public.
The others are also doing the same.
"Shit," hisses Kaolla who had wanted first crack at him.
The celebration that night when they get home was one for the record books. Arriving back from a celebratory dinner and drinking, Keitaro gives the highly dangerous women he lives with a lesson in bedding that they would never forget.
It was an orgy of epic proportions, as even the straight women decided to educated themselves. It helped that the four in question were totally 'shit-faced'.
Calling upon an inner strength none had witnessed before, the eight are subjected to pleasures none had an inkling could exist. He gave them everything he had and then some with various ones passing out somewhere that night. Strewn throughout the halls of the Hinata, Keitaro subjected eight beautiful bodies to a carnality that would have broken lesser beings as he violated all of their orifices.
It would have done ancient Rome proud…
One by one, said beauties rise up satisfied and see that their lover now sits in the warm waters outside smiling.
Washing herself off first, Kitsune steps into the onsen trying not to smile. Seeing where her lover is, a still drunken Fox kneels in the water beside him. She says, "Kei-kun, I will not be able to sit comfortably until Naru heals me back there." Her voice is quite raspy.
"Whoa," he whispers.
Leaning in, and reeking of alcohol, Kitsune gently kisses his cheek. She winces some because her backside still hurts.
"Sorry, Kitsune," says Keitaro apologetically.
"I'm not, sweetie," says Haruka beaming at, before turning to Kitsune, "Naru's helping the others."
Nodding, the Fox arises and sways her gorgeous ass the long way across so her lover can have a good look at it.
"You can fuck me like that again anytime, lover," says the older cousin sitting next to him. She softly kisses his lips.
"Me too," says Motoko sitting down on his other side. Her kiss is a bit hungrier.
Soon, a harem happily surrounds their shared man after a night that none of them will ever forget.
Next morning…
A fully recovered Keitaro surprises those living here by smiling and fixing them a full breakfast. Even Shinobu was happy with what he had made, but being hungover could only manage a few bites.
"Thought of a course of study, sweetie," says Kitsune feeling less groggy than the others.
"Yes I have, Kitsune," he says remembering to drop the Sempai, "since I love art, I am going to take computer design and graphics courses."
Hearing this, Kaolla brightens up and says, "I have everything you need here, Kei-kun. You will have no worries when you start classes."
BRRRR! BRRRR!
Keitaro answers his cell phone after seeing who is calling him this early.
The eight, in various stages of recovery, see the various looks of surprise and shock on his face.
When the call ends, Haruka asks, "Who was that, Kei-kun?" The stunned look on his face tells her many things except for what is actually on his mind.
"Hina Baa-chan," he answers looking vacantly straight ahead, "she said she will be here tomorrow with Yoko Oba-chan and some others." He pauses blinking a few times before looking at Haruka and Kanako. Continuing, he says, "I thought she was dead."
"Oh shit," hisses Haruka.
Kanako whispers the same thing.
"What is going on here?" asks Shinobu deeply concerned.
"Keitaro is going to learn this tomorrow, so I will tell you all," says Haruka looking around the dining room table, turning to him she asks, "Do you remember anything before you were sixteen?"
"Not a thing, Haruka. Not even bits or pieces," he answers nervously.
"Then let me tell you this, Kei-kun," Haruka begins and hating what she is about to say, "Five years ago you were a totally different person than you are today. None of the girls here knew you back then, and thank the gods for that. That is because you probably would be dead right now."
"Why is that, Haruka?" interjects a concerned Naru. She does not like where this thread is going.
Fighting to get the words out, she continues with, "Even though you had graduated high school at sixteen and easily passed the Toudai exam back then, you also had a bad attitude and started an incestuous relationship with my Kaa-san getting her pregnant. When her lover at the time found out, and before she could stop him, he shot you in the head giving you permanent amnesia. However, since the first bullet only grazed your skull, he stood over you to put a second bullet into your brain. Rushing in as fast as she could, Kaa-san decapitated him with her Katana without hesitation. She kept the baby and Hina Baa-chan moved her to Sapporo to run our operations up there."
His only reply comes in the form of him unconsciously hitting the floor.
From the rest, only stunned silence…
End of Chapter
