Love Hina - The Kanako Factor
The Kanako Factor[PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: When Keitaro arrives at the Hinata Sou, he's not alone. Having promised his sister Kanako that they'd always be together when they were both much younger, he's been trying to keep that promise ever since. What changes might a deccade of having Kanako nearby have made to Urashima Keitaro?
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and there's a fair amount of Kanako/Keitaro tendencies scattered all through the fic. If this disturbs you, don't read.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as [email protected], more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
Chapter One:
"This is... Hinata Sou?" Keitaro mumbled, looking up at the impressive building. "I'd forgotten how big it was..." he added breathlessly.
"Yeah, it's been a while." Kanako added as the two continued on their way, walking towards the main entrance.
"Granma?" Keitaro called out, reaching for the doorhandle. "Grandma?" he repeated as he opened the door.
"Brother, wait." Kanako urged him and pulled him back out the door, pointing urgently at a sign. "Hinata All-Girls Dorm?!" she read off the sign.
"All-Girls, what?!" Keitaro exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the sign. "A girls dormitory?" he blurted out, looking over at Kanako, then back at the sign, scratching the back of his head. "Granma Hina must have done some changes since we were here last."
"Yeah, I guess." Kanako agreed, then looked up at her brother. "Why do you think she asked you to come?" she wondered and he shrugged.
"I don't know. Her letter was rather brief." he admitted, then shrugged. "I guess we'd better go see her." he decided and the two stepped into the building, heading for granma Hina's room, only to find it empty. "That's strange, she must be out."
"Granma Hina? Granma?!" Kanako called out, but got no response. "Anybody?"
"I guess nobody's home." Keitaro reasoned, then shrugged. "Want to go exploring?" he asked his little sister.
"Uhm, perhaps we'd better not." Kanako stated. "With your penchant for causing trouble whatever you do, it's probably not a good idea to go wandering around in an all girls dorm." she explained, which caused Keitaro to grin sheepishly and laugh.
"Yeah, Kanako. You're right." he chuckled, vidid images of a group of angry girls chasing him around with burning torches and pitchforks flashing past his eyes. "Hey, doesn't Aunt Haruka run a tea-shop around here somewhere?" he asked.
"Yes, yes she does." Kanako agreed. "It wasn't too far from here. We can probably find it, or at least find someone to give us directions. Perhaps find that odd girl and apologise, I think you scared her when you just ran off like that. What was it you did to her? I just stopped to buy a snack and when I got back, you were all panicked and just ran off, leaving her sitting there staring at your departure with a shocked expression and tears in her eyes. I nearly didn't catch up with you."
"It was nothing..." Keitaro mumbled, red with embarresment. "Dropped my scetch book too..." he muttered.
"We'll get you a new one, brother dear." Kanako assured him, then dropped her bag in granma's room, making sure that Keitaro left his as well before she dragged him out of the building, heading down the murderous stairs again, silently thanking herself for wearing flats. It was just pure luck that she'd remembered about the stairs and decided that wearing heels probably wouldn't have been a good idea on this particular day.
Finding Aunt Haruka's shop took a while, but after asking a group of strange old men for directions, they soon found themselves walking through the door into Haruka's.
"Aun-gmf!" Keitaro started to call out, only to find himself with one of Kanako's hands blocking his mouth. "What?" he wondered.
"You know how she got after she turned twenty-five, she doesn't like being called aunt. Remember to compliment her appearance, she's sensitive about her age and worried about her looks." Kanako whispered and Keitaro nodded to himself, remembering now.
"Thank you, Kanako." he thanked his little sister, then the two of them strolled up to their Aunt who was busy at the stove, boiling up some water and preparing a few snacks. "Hello, Haruka. Boy, you're looking great today." Keitaro greeted her and she looked up from the kettle with a surprised expression on her face.
"Hello, Haruka. Nice to see you again." Kanako greeted her aunt.
"Keitaro, Kanako!" Haruka exclaimed, a semi-pleased grin and a faint blush adorning her face for a split second before she got herself back under control. "I didn't think you'd be here so soon." she continued.
"Yeah, well. We managed to get onto an early train, so we got here an hour earlier then expected." Keitaro replied with a faint shrug. "We went to the Inn first, but granma wasn't there." he added.
"Ah. Well, she's already left." Haruka replied.
"Left? Where?" Kanako exclaimed.
"But... But she sent me a letter, she wanted me to come today." Keitaro added, now thoroughly confused. "Why would she ask me to come, then leave before I even got here?"
"And what's with the Inn? The sign outsaid said that it was a girls dorm." Kanako asked.
"Ah, you saw that." Haruka said neutrally, then blew out a mouthful of smoke. "Actually, she decided that it was time for a vaccation, so she left to see hot springs all over the world. She also wanted someone to step in as manager while she was away and I couldn't, as I have my own place to run. Then when she found out that you were going to study nearby and your parents couldn't afford to put you up, she decided to kill two birds with one stone by having you become the resident manager of Hinata Sou."
"But... It's an all-girls dorm?!" Keitaro protested. "I can't... It would be... Perhaps I could see..." Keitaro rambled on, getting a slightly dreamy look on his face. "Naked... Love-love... Girlfriend..." he added under his breath, a few drops of blood starting to creep out of his left nostril.
"Brother *dear*!" Kanako snapped, bringing his wandering mind back to the present. "It's not a good idea, Haruka. You know how brother is around girls."
"I see some things never change." Haruka agreed with a faint shadow of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But there really isn't anyone else who can do it, and well, he needs a place to stay." she argued.
"So do I." Kanako insisted, glaring determinedly at Haruka.
"Still keeping that promise, Keitaro?" Haruka wondered, chosing to focus on him rather then his sister, as Kanako, as always, made her feel slightly unnerved.
"Brother dear is a man of his word and I love him for it." Kanako replied before Keitaro had a chance to do so.
"Yes. We'll always be together." he agreed, reaching out and ruffling his sisters hair affectionately. "Besides, without her around to keep me out of trouble, who knows what might have happened to me by now." he joked, but knew very well the truth behind that simple statement. His little sister had saved the day on more then one occation, when his general clumsyness, absentmindedness or fumbling manner would have otherwise caused a major disaster.
"Well, perhaps you'd better go up to Hinata Sou and introduce yourselves to the girls. They left just a few minutes before you arrived, so they should be back by now. I've got to serve these customers and close down the shop, then I'll be up as well in case the girls have any questions." Haruka responded, then grabbed the kettle and got up, nodding her farewell before she strode off to tend to a couple of customers in the corner.
"Why would they have questions? Hasn't granma already explained everything to them?" Keitaro wondered out loud.
"You know how she is, brother. Perhaps she wanted to surprise them?" Kanako offered as the two of them left the shop, heading back towards Hinata Sou.
"Ah, the hot spring. I'd almost forgotten about this." Keitaro exclaimed as he saw the sign over the door. He and Kanako had split up and strode off in search of the girls, who didn't respond to their calls, if they were there at all. "Oh, a hot bath would be nice..." he mused as he opened the door and walked into the atrium in which the hot spring bath was loccated. He removed his shoes and walked over to the edge, rolling up the legs of his pants and sticking his feet into the water. "Ooooohhh, that's so nice..." he mumbled as he sat at the edge, sweeping his legs back and forth in the warm water.
"Neh, Kitsune?" a voice suddenly inquired and Keitaro stiffened. /Was that a female voice? Yes, yes it was. Defenetively female./ he reasoned, then swallowed as he saw a woman lazily moving through the water towards him. "Kitsune, my breasts they've..." she said as she brushed up against his legs, rubbing his chest against his naked legs. "Geez, Kitsune. How long ago has it been since you shaved your legs?" she inquired and looked up at him, her eyes suddenly squinting. /Oh, thank god. She's nearly as blind as I am without my glasses!/ Keitaro reasoned and pulled away from her, crawling backwards while praying silently. "Kitsune?"
He came up with his back against the door and slid it open, then tried to back out only to collide with something.
"Hey, Naru! Way to go! You brought a guy home? I didn't know you had it in you!" a cheerful voice praised from behind and above him, causing him to tilt his head back and look up at some girl he'd never seen before smiling down at him. "And a bold one as well, he's looking up my skirt." she added, which made him realize that just a little further up his field of vision he could indeed see up her skirt. /Thong!/
"Aaaaahhhh! Forgive me!" he blurted out and tilted his head back again, only to see the girl in the water stalking towards him with a furious expression on her face and her right fist clenched menacingly. He hastily scrambled up and took cover behind the second girl, putting her between him and the angry one. "It was an accident, I didn't know anyone was here. I was... It was... Forgive me!" he pleaded.
"Brother dear? What did you do now?" he heard Kanako shout in the distance, her sharp ears having picked up on his fervent attempt to apologise.
"Unforgiveable... Unforgiveable!" the angry one stated, stalking over towards him and adjusting the towel wrapped around her body. Keitaro scrambled backwards and tripped over something, falling to the floor as several soft objects started raining down over him, his field of vision suddenly blocked by something soft, lacy and strangely appealing. He reached out and grabbed it off his head, holding it up in front of his face to observe it better, when he suddenly dropped it as if it had been scaldingly hot.
"Hey, that's my panties!" the cheerful one suddenly exclaimed.
"You... You... Pervert!" the angry one shouted and Keitaro's survival instincts kicked in, causing him to shoot off down the corridor at a speed that a professional sprinter would envy.
"Waaaaaaaaaaa!" he shouted as he spurted down the corridor, up some stairs, down some stairs and doing his damndest to loose anyone that might be trying to catch up with him. "Gottahidegottahidegottahidegottahide!" he chanted under his breath, took a corner and threw himself at a door, rushing into the room only to abruptly stop, his eyes open wide and his jaw hanging low.
Motoko didn't react all that well to the situation either. Not only had her training camp been cancelled at the last minute, she'd also been distracted and splashed by a passing bicycle on the way back to the Hinata Sou. Deciding to wash the dirty clothes straight away, she'd just stripped down to her underwear when somebody suddenly entered the room. Thinking it was Kitsune or Naru with their dirty laundry, she didn't think much of it until she looked up and saw the most odd thing.
Instead of Naru or Kitsune, what stood before her was a man. At least she thought it was a man. His eyes were bulding out, his mouth was open wide, blood was trickling out of his nostrils and he was covered in various flimsy bits of underwear which Motoko instantly identified as Kitsune's. Nobody else in the house would wear such shameless things. Then a single line of thought suddenly boomed in Motoko's head. /MAN! It's a man! Man! I'm in my underwear! It's a *MAN*!/
"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!" she wailed, which propelled the strange perverted man into action. Leaving underwear fluttering in his wake, he left the room running for his life as Motoko threw her dirty clothes back on, grabbed her bokken and took off in pursuit.
"I have the worst luck!" Keitaro announced to the world as he rushed through the building.
"Brother!" he heard Kanako shout from somewhere in the building. "Get out! I'll try to calm things down!" she ordered him and he changed directions, throwing himself out of a window, landing and throwing himself into a roll from which he emerged running. While he still had quite a bit to go until he was as good a Martial Artist as his sister, he had learned a lot from her over the years. If it was one thing he could be called a master of, it was falling. Not only because it was the first thing she taught him, but mainly because he'd gotten a lot of practise over the years.
As he rushed towards and down the stairs, he slowed down as he saw Aunt Haruka comming up them, relaxing somewhat.
"Keitaro, Keitaro, Keitaro..." she sighed and rolled her eyes. "I should have made the two of you wait at the shop for me to close up." she added, plucking a few panties off him. "I don't even want to know what happened or why you are covered in Kitsune's underwear, but please do try to be a little more cautious from now on, eh? I wouldn't want my favorite nephew to wind up in a cementery after all." she added and slung an arm over his shoulders as she guided him back towards Hinata Sou.
As they returned, they found the group and another girl who Keitaro hadn't bumped into before gathered in the living room, where Kanako had problems making herself heard as three girls shouted complaints and ranted, while the new girl tried to find out what was going on, all at the same time as Kanako tried to explain that Keitaro wasn't a pervert, panty-raider, good-to-eat or anything else of the many uncomplimentary and just plain odd things they accused him of being.
+KaBlooooom+
The sound of a gun-shot calmed everyone down and all eyes swiveled towards Keitaro, who stood next to Haruka who held a smoking pistol in her right hand, just having fired a shot out through an open window.
"That's better." she announced. "Everyone, this is your new manager Urashima Keitaro and his little sister Kanako. Granma Hinata's grandchildren, my sisters kids." she introduced them. "Keitaro, Kanako. These are the residents of Hinata Sou."
"That pervert is the new manager?!" the angry one protested with a shrill yell, still only wearing a towel wrapped around her body.
"It's a man!" the one with the sword stated needlessly, her sword aimed at his groin.
"Man? Is man good-to-eat?" the one he hadn't seen before wondered, licking her lips and whipping out a knife and a fork from somewhere on her person.
"My panties!" the happy-go-lucky one blurted out and rushed forward, claiming the panties that Haruka had made Keitaro carry after she'd pulled them off his clothes. Keitaro handed them over with a certain amount of embarressment, his face blushing furiously as the girl reclaimed her possessions.
"It's a man!" the one with the sword repeated.
"But Haruka, this is an all-girls dorm." the angry one in the towel protested. "We can't have a man as the manager." she argued.
"It is what Hina wanted." was all Haruka said. "I can't do anything about it."
"It's a man!" was repeated once again as Keitaro sighed, wondering if he'd somehow manage to survive the comming week or if his life would be over before sunset.
The End! ( For now... )
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and there's a fair amount of Kanako/Keitaro tendencies scattered all through the fic. If this disturbs you, don't read.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as [email protected], more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
"This is... Hinata Sou?" Keitaro mumbled, looking up at the impressive building. "I'd forgotten how big it was..." he added breathlessly.
"Yeah, it's been a while." Kanako added as the two continued on their way, walking towards the main entrance.
"Granma?" Keitaro called out, reaching for the doorhandle. "Grandma?" he repeated as he opened the door.
"Brother, wait." Kanako urged him and pulled him back out the door, pointing urgently at a sign. "Hinata All-Girls Dorm?!" she read off the sign.
"All-Girls, what?!" Keitaro exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the sign. "A girls dormitory?" he blurted out, looking over at Kanako, then back at the sign, scratching the back of his head. "Granma Hina must have done some changes since we were here last."
"Yeah, I guess." Kanako agreed, then looked up at her brother. "Why do you think she asked you to come?" she wondered and he shrugged.
"I don't know. Her letter was rather brief." he admitted, then shrugged. "I guess we'd better go see her." he decided and the two stepped into the building, heading for granma Hina's room, only to find it empty. "That's strange, she must be out."
"Granma Hina? Granma?!" Kanako called out, but got no response. "Anybody?"
"I guess nobody's home." Keitaro reasoned, then shrugged. "Want to go exploring?" he asked his little sister.
"Uhm, perhaps we'd better not." Kanako stated. "With your penchant for causing trouble whatever you do, it's probably not a good idea to go wandering around in an all girls dorm." she explained, which caused Keitaro to grin sheepishly and laugh.
"Yeah, Kanako. You're right." he chuckled, vidid images of a group of angry girls chasing him around with burning torches and pitchforks flashing past his eyes. "Hey, doesn't Aunt Haruka run a tea-shop around here somewhere?" he asked.
"Yes, yes she does." Kanako agreed. "It wasn't too far from here. We can probably find it, or at least find someone to give us directions. Perhaps find that odd girl and apologise, I think you scared her when you just ran off like that. What was it you did to her? I just stopped to buy a snack and when I got back, you were all panicked and just ran off, leaving her sitting there staring at your departure with a shocked expression and tears in her eyes. I nearly didn't catch up with you."
"It was nothing..." Keitaro mumbled, red with embarresment. "Dropped my scetch book too..." he muttered.
"We'll get you a new one, brother dear." Kanako assured him, then dropped her bag in granma's room, making sure that Keitaro left his as well before she dragged him out of the building, heading down the murderous stairs again, silently thanking herself for wearing flats. It was just pure luck that she'd remembered about the stairs and decided that wearing heels probably wouldn't have been a good idea on this particular day.
Finding Aunt Haruka's shop took a while, but after asking a group of strange old men for directions, they soon found themselves walking through the door into Haruka's.
"Aun-gmf!" Keitaro started to call out, only to find himself with one of Kanako's hands blocking his mouth. "What?" he wondered.
"You know how she got after she turned twenty-five, she doesn't like being called aunt. Remember to compliment her appearance, she's sensitive about her age and worried about her looks." Kanako whispered and Keitaro nodded to himself, remembering now.
"Thank you, Kanako." he thanked his little sister, then the two of them strolled up to their Aunt who was busy at the stove, boiling up some water and preparing a few snacks. "Hello, Haruka. Boy, you're looking great today." Keitaro greeted her and she looked up from the kettle with a surprised expression on her face.
"Hello, Haruka. Nice to see you again." Kanako greeted her aunt.
"Keitaro, Kanako!" Haruka exclaimed, a semi-pleased grin and a faint blush adorning her face for a split second before she got herself back under control. "I didn't think you'd be here so soon." she continued.
"Yeah, well. We managed to get onto an early train, so we got here an hour earlier then expected." Keitaro replied with a faint shrug. "We went to the Inn first, but granma wasn't there." he added.
"Ah. Well, she's already left." Haruka replied.
"Left? Where?" Kanako exclaimed.
"But... But she sent me a letter, she wanted me to come today." Keitaro added, now thoroughly confused. "Why would she ask me to come, then leave before I even got here?"
"And what's with the Inn? The sign outsaid said that it was a girls dorm." Kanako asked.
"Ah, you saw that." Haruka said neutrally, then blew out a mouthful of smoke. "Actually, she decided that it was time for a vaccation, so she left to see hot springs all over the world. She also wanted someone to step in as manager while she was away and I couldn't, as I have my own place to run. Then when she found out that you were going to study nearby and your parents couldn't afford to put you up, she decided to kill two birds with one stone by having you become the resident manager of Hinata Sou."
"But... It's an all-girls dorm?!" Keitaro protested. "I can't... It would be... Perhaps I could see..." Keitaro rambled on, getting a slightly dreamy look on his face. "Naked... Love-love... Girlfriend..." he added under his breath, a few drops of blood starting to creep out of his left nostril.
"Brother *dear*!" Kanako snapped, bringing his wandering mind back to the present. "It's not a good idea, Haruka. You know how brother is around girls."
"I see some things never change." Haruka agreed with a faint shadow of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But there really isn't anyone else who can do it, and well, he needs a place to stay." she argued.
"So do I." Kanako insisted, glaring determinedly at Haruka.
"Still keeping that promise, Keitaro?" Haruka wondered, chosing to focus on him rather then his sister, as Kanako, as always, made her feel slightly unnerved.
"Brother dear is a man of his word and I love him for it." Kanako replied before Keitaro had a chance to do so.
"Yes. We'll always be together." he agreed, reaching out and ruffling his sisters hair affectionately. "Besides, without her around to keep me out of trouble, who knows what might have happened to me by now." he joked, but knew very well the truth behind that simple statement. His little sister had saved the day on more then one occation, when his general clumsyness, absentmindedness or fumbling manner would have otherwise caused a major disaster.
"Well, perhaps you'd better go up to Hinata Sou and introduce yourselves to the girls. They left just a few minutes before you arrived, so they should be back by now. I've got to serve these customers and close down the shop, then I'll be up as well in case the girls have any questions." Haruka responded, then grabbed the kettle and got up, nodding her farewell before she strode off to tend to a couple of customers in the corner.
"Why would they have questions? Hasn't granma already explained everything to them?" Keitaro wondered out loud.
"You know how she is, brother. Perhaps she wanted to surprise them?" Kanako offered as the two of them left the shop, heading back towards Hinata Sou.
"Ah, the hot spring. I'd almost forgotten about this." Keitaro exclaimed as he saw the sign over the door. He and Kanako had split up and strode off in search of the girls, who didn't respond to their calls, if they were there at all. "Oh, a hot bath would be nice..." he mused as he opened the door and walked into the atrium in which the hot spring bath was loccated. He removed his shoes and walked over to the edge, rolling up the legs of his pants and sticking his feet into the water. "Ooooohhh, that's so nice..." he mumbled as he sat at the edge, sweeping his legs back and forth in the warm water.
"Neh, Kitsune?" a voice suddenly inquired and Keitaro stiffened. /Was that a female voice? Yes, yes it was. Defenetively female./ he reasoned, then swallowed as he saw a woman lazily moving through the water towards him. "Kitsune, my breasts they've..." she said as she brushed up against his legs, rubbing his chest against his naked legs. "Geez, Kitsune. How long ago has it been since you shaved your legs?" she inquired and looked up at him, her eyes suddenly squinting. /Oh, thank god. She's nearly as blind as I am without my glasses!/ Keitaro reasoned and pulled away from her, crawling backwards while praying silently. "Kitsune?"
He came up with his back against the door and slid it open, then tried to back out only to collide with something.
"Hey, Naru! Way to go! You brought a guy home? I didn't know you had it in you!" a cheerful voice praised from behind and above him, causing him to tilt his head back and look up at some girl he'd never seen before smiling down at him. "And a bold one as well, he's looking up my skirt." she added, which made him realize that just a little further up his field of vision he could indeed see up her skirt. /Thong!/
"Aaaaahhhh! Forgive me!" he blurted out and tilted his head back again, only to see the girl in the water stalking towards him with a furious expression on her face and her right fist clenched menacingly. He hastily scrambled up and took cover behind the second girl, putting her between him and the angry one. "It was an accident, I didn't know anyone was here. I was... It was... Forgive me!" he pleaded.
"Brother dear? What did you do now?" he heard Kanako shout in the distance, her sharp ears having picked up on his fervent attempt to apologise.
"Unforgiveable... Unforgiveable!" the angry one stated, stalking over towards him and adjusting the towel wrapped around her body. Keitaro scrambled backwards and tripped over something, falling to the floor as several soft objects started raining down over him, his field of vision suddenly blocked by something soft, lacy and strangely appealing. He reached out and grabbed it off his head, holding it up in front of his face to observe it better, when he suddenly dropped it as if it had been scaldingly hot.
"Hey, that's my panties!" the cheerful one suddenly exclaimed.
"You... You... Pervert!" the angry one shouted and Keitaro's survival instincts kicked in, causing him to shoot off down the corridor at a speed that a professional sprinter would envy.
"Waaaaaaaaaaa!" he shouted as he spurted down the corridor, up some stairs, down some stairs and doing his damndest to loose anyone that might be trying to catch up with him. "Gottahidegottahidegottahidegottahide!" he chanted under his breath, took a corner and threw himself at a door, rushing into the room only to abruptly stop, his eyes open wide and his jaw hanging low.
Motoko didn't react all that well to the situation either. Not only had her training camp been cancelled at the last minute, she'd also been distracted and splashed by a passing bicycle on the way back to the Hinata Sou. Deciding to wash the dirty clothes straight away, she'd just stripped down to her underwear when somebody suddenly entered the room. Thinking it was Kitsune or Naru with their dirty laundry, she didn't think much of it until she looked up and saw the most odd thing.
Instead of Naru or Kitsune, what stood before her was a man. At least she thought it was a man. His eyes were bulding out, his mouth was open wide, blood was trickling out of his nostrils and he was covered in various flimsy bits of underwear which Motoko instantly identified as Kitsune's. Nobody else in the house would wear such shameless things. Then a single line of thought suddenly boomed in Motoko's head. /MAN! It's a man! Man! I'm in my underwear! It's a *MAN*!/
"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!" she wailed, which propelled the strange perverted man into action. Leaving underwear fluttering in his wake, he left the room running for his life as Motoko threw her dirty clothes back on, grabbed her bokken and took off in pursuit.
"I have the worst luck!" Keitaro announced to the world as he rushed through the building.
"Brother!" he heard Kanako shout from somewhere in the building. "Get out! I'll try to calm things down!" she ordered him and he changed directions, throwing himself out of a window, landing and throwing himself into a roll from which he emerged running. While he still had quite a bit to go until he was as good a Martial Artist as his sister, he had learned a lot from her over the years. If it was one thing he could be called a master of, it was falling. Not only because it was the first thing she taught him, but mainly because he'd gotten a lot of practise over the years.
As he rushed towards and down the stairs, he slowed down as he saw Aunt Haruka comming up them, relaxing somewhat.
"Keitaro, Keitaro, Keitaro..." she sighed and rolled her eyes. "I should have made the two of you wait at the shop for me to close up." she added, plucking a few panties off him. "I don't even want to know what happened or why you are covered in Kitsune's underwear, but please do try to be a little more cautious from now on, eh? I wouldn't want my favorite nephew to wind up in a cementery after all." she added and slung an arm over his shoulders as she guided him back towards Hinata Sou.
As they returned, they found the group and another girl who Keitaro hadn't bumped into before gathered in the living room, where Kanako had problems making herself heard as three girls shouted complaints and ranted, while the new girl tried to find out what was going on, all at the same time as Kanako tried to explain that Keitaro wasn't a pervert, panty-raider, good-to-eat or anything else of the many uncomplimentary and just plain odd things they accused him of being.
+KaBlooooom+
The sound of a gun-shot calmed everyone down and all eyes swiveled towards Keitaro, who stood next to Haruka who held a smoking pistol in her right hand, just having fired a shot out through an open window.
"That's better." she announced. "Everyone, this is your new manager Urashima Keitaro and his little sister Kanako. Granma Hinata's grandchildren, my sisters kids." she introduced them. "Keitaro, Kanako. These are the residents of Hinata Sou."
"That pervert is the new manager?!" the angry one protested with a shrill yell, still only wearing a towel wrapped around her body.
"It's a man!" the one with the sword stated needlessly, her sword aimed at his groin.
"Man? Is man good-to-eat?" the one he hadn't seen before wondered, licking her lips and whipping out a knife and a fork from somewhere on her person.
"My panties!" the happy-go-lucky one blurted out and rushed forward, claiming the panties that Haruka had made Keitaro carry after she'd pulled them off his clothes. Keitaro handed them over with a certain amount of embarressment, his face blushing furiously as the girl reclaimed her possessions.
"It's a man!" the one with the sword repeated.
"But Haruka, this is an all-girls dorm." the angry one in the towel protested. "We can't have a man as the manager." she argued.
"It is what Hina wanted." was all Haruka said. "I can't do anything about it."
"It's a man!" was repeated once again as Keitaro sighed, wondering if he'd somehow manage to survive the comming week or if his life would be over before sunset.
The End! ( For now... )