Ok...This chapter is weird because it goes from good to bad to hopefully sad, in a good way. So yeah, I admit to this. I just hope that it turns out for the best.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Love Hina license.
Italics - thoughts
Chapter 11: Haruka's sadness
(Tim's POV)
"...and so after that I had to go to the police station with her and some of the other older women to file a report."
"As were we filing it, the older ladies kept talking about what happened. Suddenly, they asked me for my address. I gave it to them. As I was filling it out, she then handed me her address book."
"She asked me to fill it out too! I was so scared. I quickly jotted it down and got out of there as soon as I could. It was the first time a girl has really been nice to me. So now what should I expect?"
As I finished typing it, I thought about the day. She was really pretty. Really, really pretty.
I clicked refresh and looked at some of the responses.
762 Mr. No Name: Dude! She'll totally come by your house!
763 Mr. No Name: Bah! Probably just one address in a even larger pile. Just forget about it.
768 Mr. No Name: Man. Ur so freakin awesome!
771 Mr. No Name: Don't worry if she doesn't contact you. You've already grown!
As I sighed, I realized it was probably true. She has no reason to contact me again. After all, it was that office man who was really cool.
(The next morning)
I slump down the stairs to see if Shinobu has finished breakfast. I ended up staying up late reading some manga just cause I couldn't go to sleep and everyone gets mad if I turn the volume up too loud if I'm playing games.
I look towards the dining room and see everyone is already eating. I take my seat across from Mean me. Shinobu hands me my plate and rushes back to Mean me's side.
"You came in late yesterday, chicken shit," Mean Me says as he munches some eggs.
"You came late yesterday too right? Why should you care why I'm late?" I sa...WHAT DID I JUST SAY?
My eyes shoot wide open. Mean Me suddenly looks straight at me. Or rather he...He's glaring!
"I'M GONNA DIE! PAIN AND SUFFERING! PAIN AND SUFFERING!" Is the only phrase running through my head.
(Urashima's POV)
What the fuck! Since when does chicken shit talk back! But wait...He knows I was out late...does that mean he knows what I did as well! Shit! That's embrassing enough. Fuck! I gotta know!
I look up at Chicken Shit, his eyes wide open, and with easily my best glare I've ever done given I ask, "What do you know, asswipe?"
Now while I'm focusing on the little shit, I notice all of the others, and by that I mean my "brothers" stop eating and look towards the scene between me and him. All of them. Some more subtle then others, ranging from Naruto being practically out of his seat and Brain's just barely eating slowly than usual (which is pretty damn slow to begin with).
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a," CS studders out. He then gets up as fast as he can. "T-t-t-t-hank you for the m-m-m-m-meal! B-b-b-b-bye!"
Little shit. Runs out of there as fast as he can. Determining he's a threat will come later. After all...I want to change right? Hell yeah I want to change! Gotta go to Haruka's to get some more money. I'll find out, and possibly beat the shit out of Chicken shit, later if he knows anything later.
I get up from my spot, thank Shinobu for the meal (Ok that's not my conscience or anything it was just a fuckin' good meal!) and leave.
Of course, I couldn't help but notice a little look that the other me's gave one another.
(Down at the teahouse, Tim's POV)
Phew...I ran out of there as fast as I could. I walked into the teahouse and see Aunt Haruka sitting at a table, smoking a cigarette and reading the newspaper.
"Hello Aunt Haruka!" I say in as much of a chippery voice as I can muster after my near death experience.
She looks up at me, barely acknowledging my existance.
"Just get started on cleaning the back. I'll give you a bit more if you finish up before the lunch rush," she says as she looks back to her paper. "You may have some help later so don't fall behind, got it?"
I almost faint in excitement! "Does that mean you're going to help me today, Aunt Haruka!"
"Is it just me or did the temperature just drop?" I begin to wonder to myself.
Aunt Haruka just slowly rears her head up as she turns the paper. "And why would I help you?" She says in a monotonous voice.
Tears begin to weld up in my eyes. "B-b-b-ecause we're family. That's w-w-w-what we do."
She looks up at me and sighs. "Listen. How many times do I gotta tell you this till you get it straight?" She gets up and walks to the kitchen with her back towards me. "You are not related to me. My nephew is Keitaro Urashima. I don't care what the hell those girls may think but you things are not and will never be my nephew. You got that?"
The tears that were building up begin to fall. No matter how many times I hear this, it always makes me cry. "But why? Why can't we be family? Is it because I'm just a clone?"
Haruka stops walking. Turning her head to her left so only eye is visible, she replies, "Of course. I'll never be your family. Not until things get straighten out."
I sniff my nose to calm myself down. "Is it because Big Brother left for good?"
I don't even get a chance to get scared. Haruka's hand is suddenly attached to my throat, holding me up. I look down at her while attempting to get air to my lungs. Her head is looking down. "He's gone..." she begins to say. Her snaps up, her eyes full of tears. "BECAUSE YOU BASTARDS FORCED HIM AWAY FROM HERE! HIS HOME! HIS LIFE! YOU TOOK HIM EVERYTHING HE LOVED! EVERYTHING! YOU EVER TOOK HIM AWAY FROM...FROM...FRom...From...from...from..." Bearly over a whisper, she finishes "...from me."
She's lets me go and collapses. As she falls she begins to hold on to my clothes, as if to slow her fall.
She begins to cry on the floor. She begins to whisper these words. "...damn you...He came back here...he came here as a last resort...a last hope...when he came back...I was so glad, even when he called me Aunt Haruka...He was hurt so many times in his life...and finally, finally, when he gets his life back on track, you all come and ruin everything...damn you..."
She cries. I don't know what to do. I've never had this happened to me. I'm angry because I'm hurt she refuses to accept me. I'm sad because I feel her pain. And...I'm...I'm...I'm...scared. Just like yesterday...because I don't understand these emotions that overwhelm me.
I don't know what to do...
"Oh fer the love of...Stop fucking crying all ready!"
We both turn to see Urashima standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.
Haruka grabs the shoulders of my shirt and looks up, her eyes still red from crying. "What the hell do you know!"
Not even wincing, he closes the door behind him and locks it. He slowly walks up to us.
"Tsk. What do I know? What the fuck do you know?"
"More than you."
"I doubt it."
I look up at Mean Me. "Stop! This isn't the time. Can't you see that!"
He looks down at me. "Shut up. She needs to hear this."
I don't back down. "Not now! Please not now!"
He's still looking at me, with a serious look on his face. Not a glare, just a serious look. "This is the second time you've talked back to me. Third if you count the two just now. Glad you see you're getting courage but seriously, this is the wrong fucking time."
Courage? Me?
(Urashima's POV)
I can tell by the look on Chicken Shit's face that he doesn't completely get what I just said. Or rather, he's just too surprised and confused. I'll tell him later but not back to more important business.
"Listen to me Oooollllddd Lady. What makes you think Keitaro ain't comin' back?"
Haruka slowly lets go of Chicken Shit's shirt and begins to get up. "Because you forced him away."
"Tsk...What kind of lame excuse is that Haruka? Do you really think Keitaro would run away for a stupid reason like that?"
"Isn't that why he just did leave? Because you bastards stole everything from him!" Haruka agrued back with her fist clenched.
"Except you." Damn fucking conscience fucking sucks at this point for making me say something that damn sappy. Regardless of how stupid it sounded, it got Haruka to stop so I continue.
"Yeah, I said. He's got you. And no matter how crazy she is, he's still got Kanako. You both have known him much longer than those other stupid girls. Both of you have known him for all his life. There's no replacement for him. There is only him."
"Keitaro...I'd like to say I know him better than the others since I acted as an observer most of the time in his sub-conscience. For all the time I've known him, he's never just run away for good, no matter what. But that doesn't mean he at least doesn't go out to think about things. Hell, he went on walks the almost everytime something bad happened."
"Yeah, you're right. We've fucked up his life. Sure, I could point the blame to the girls," I mentally point to Naru as the main one reasonable but no need to bring her fatass into this. "But you know fucking. It's ultimately our existence here that cause shit to hit the fan like it did. And for that I'm s...ss...Damn this fucking hard...So...rry..." Ugh... Did I really just say that? Fuck I've become weak. I don't care if Haruka's fist is no longer clenched and her tears stopped, what I just said was completely and utterly wrong.
"Fuck. Anywho, that fucker...Keitaro. Right now, he's just on a longer walk then usual. He'll be back. He'll always come back, alright?"
Both of them are completely silent. Haruka's eyes...Chicken Shit's eyes...A plethora of emotions are in those sets of eyes. I stare into those eyes. One thing is common. Relief. Oh so great relief. Speaking of relief, I may have to do so of myself soon because all of that emotional garbage that just left my mouth is really beginning to take a toll on my stomach. Fuck...
(Tim's POV)
I...get it. He's right. It's Big Brother we're talking about. Of course Keitaro would come back. He never gives up! He's just on a walk. A longer walk than usual! Urashima is completely right!
I get up along side Haruka, who has stopped her crying.
"Heh..." She has her eyes closed and head facing down when begins speaking. "Damn...It took these two idiots to put me straight. I must be getting senile."
As Haruka looks up, I can still see her eyes are red and puffy. She's not really smiling but not really frowning. She turns back around. She looks up with her right hand holding her head.
"Let's...get to work then. You guys have to clean the back and make sure that we're stocked for the lunch rush, got it?" Haruka says, still not facing. Her tone is that of happy one but of an exhausted one.
I lean in close to Urashima and whisper, "Is she alright?"
He lightly chuckles. "Heh. Of course. That old lady won't be taken down so easily."
Haruka suddenly turns around and walks quickly to us. Her hair covers her eyes.
"What is it Old—agh!" Urashima grasps his gut as Haruka removes her hand from it.
She looks up. The hair is no longer blocking her eyes. And on her face is grin. A good ol' sly, Haruka grin. "And that's for calling me an old lady."
(On a train somewhere in Japan, Keitaro's POV)
How did this happen? Why? Oh why?
According to many men, this could be heaven. I'm sitting on a train currently with Tsuruko Aoyama, a very beautiful yet deadly swordsman and Motoko's sister. Mei Sakura, a cute middle school stupid and Naru's little step-sister with different last name. And as of just a few minutes ago, Amalla Su. A voluptuous extoic woman...and Su's bigger sister. All three currently enjoying a pleasant converstation while I'm sitting near the window of our room, staring out of the window, wondering why my luck is turning out like this.
And would the girls hurt me painfully if they knew where I was?
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Yes this chapter is done! I was going to break it into two different chapters but I decided against it just in case. Hope you all enjoyed it. It was a strange experience writing it. Kind of broke Haruka out of original character but it won't happen often, or anymore. Timid just touched a sore spot is all and learned of the consquences.
Anywho, let me just say this: Ahem...I do not plan on, in anywhere of this story, on making Keitaro go psycho and go on a killing rampage on anyone. I simply refuse to ruin THIS story which I'm working hard on to make good with something like. THIS STORY will not come to that. If I ever finish, which I plan to by the end of this year, you may get your wish but no killing sprees. None. That being said, remember, I did say THIS STORY. Remember, not THIS story. Ok?
Anywho, time for a little skit: Timid is normal. Haruka is bold. Urashima is italic.
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SKIT: Clean up on Aisle 2!
"He's not getting up...IS HE GOING TO DIE! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO AUNT HARUKA? NOOOOoooooo! Oh god...We're going to jail... We're going to jail... IDON'T WANT TO BE A CIGARETTE BITCH!"
"Would you shut up! And stop calling me "Aunt"! I thought we already discussed this!"
"WAHHH! I'M GONNA BE A DISOWNED CIGARETTE BITCH! WAHHH!"
"Where the hell did you get this cigarette bitch nonsense from! Look closely! He's still breathing! He's fine. You may not be Keitaro but you should at least have some of his stamina, including Thing!"
(still on the ground holding his stomach) Ugh...dammnnnn...I think...I think...
(excited) "YAY! He's alive! I'M NOT GOING TO BE A CIGARETTE BITCH! YAYY!"
(looks at Urashima) "What are you thinking?"
"I'm gonna...gonna...gonna... (cheeks puff up)"
"Oh hell no! Not on my floors you don't! You better take that to the bathroom or outside right now!"
"What's he gonna---EW!"
Urashima vomits on the floor!
"Ugh! Oh no! Help meee...(pukes)"
(one hand to her head) "Oh god...Couldn't they have at least not gotten that part from him? Honestly."
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