Games
Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina. I keep on posting this in hopes that maybe I will own it someday. Oh yeah, sorry for the long wait people. I had some problems over holiday break. :P.
Keitaro Urashima had never been so scared in his entire life. He remembered the dead stare and twisted smile of Leioji. All of the characteristics of Leioji seemed to revolve around fear. And those characteristics now drove Keitaro on.
I can't let Naru and Motoko die. I don't know what Leioji is thinking, but it doesn't matter. He's dangerous and I have to get Naru out of there. Keitaro blamed himself for the predicament that Motoko and Naru were in, so he had tasked himself with getting them out of it.
Keitaro dashed down a flight of stairs and found himself in front of the ticket office for the train. One train was soon going to depart for Kyoto. Keitaro asked for one ticket. Before he heard what the price was going to be, he took out a wad of bills and threw it in the window. He grabbed his ticket and ran for the train. He burst in to the train only for…
The doors didn't close for the next five minutes. He stood impatiently in the train, fidgeting with impatience. Keitaro tried to call himself by thinking good thoughts. It didn't work. He kept on picturing all the lifeless bodies of the policemen in the apartment, except now Motoko and Naru lay with them. So Keitaro bit his lip and waited.
The doors shut and the train groaned to life. It quickly picked up speed as it raced across the tracks. Keitaro held on to his hand-loop with both hands as the bullet train reached 200 km per hour. Keitaro rocked in the train as it ran across the slightly uneven tracks. Thankfully, this quelled his impatience. Time glided by until the train screeched to a halt. Keitaro had reached Kyoto.
Hinata Dormitory
"I hope that boy is doing alright…" Haruka worried. She sat on the windowsill, looking out to Kyoto, a cigarette in hand. It smoked lightly, given life by the flames of a lighter. Haruka drew the cigarette to her mouth and inhaled. The fumes burned her lungs but relaxed her mind. I better call him and give him the heads up…
Kyoto
Great, now I have to get to the outskirts of town. Oh well, there's always the subway, Keitaro thought to himself as he stuck his hand in his pocket. All the blood drained from his face as he felt around frantically. He thrust his hand into his other pocket. He felt something, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. He pulled out a cell phone, more specifically his aunt Haruka's cell phone. Great, what do I do now?
As if some divine presence were answering his question, the cell phone began ringing. Keitaro stared at it dumbly for the first two rings and then turned it on. He pressed the receiver to his ear.
"H-Hello?" Keitaro stuttered into the phone.
"Keitaro, this is Haruka. No doubt you've already ran out of money because you didn't bother to get change from the train station." Haruka's voice was clear and true.
"Well actually," Keitaro began. He was soon cut off.
"Don't worry. I planned on you doing that. I've alerted on of my friends that you are in the area. He has a motorbike that you could borrow. He's already totaled his van though." Haruka stopped to allow Keitaro to think.
"You don't mean that…"
"You bet, it's Seta. Do you know where he is?"
"Yeah," Keitaro said with a what's-your-point voice.
"Geez, do I have to spell it out for you? Get going!" With that, Haruka hang up. Keitaro drew the phone away from his head slowly, then turned it off. He placed it in his pocket, and then sped off at a break-neck pace.
Keitaro soon found himself in front of a museum. Sure enough, there was a motorbike parked in front of it. And there, waiting next to the bike, was Seta. Keitaro dashed up to the bike. Seta tossed him a helmet . Keitaro fumbled it, but quickly recovered the helmet.
"Know how to work this thing?" Seta asked him.
"Not really…" Keitaro was in the bike and speeding off before he could finish. The wind whistled past his face as the bike blazed across the road. Keitaro glanced around frantically trying to figure out what had happened, but one look at Seta's determined face answered all his questions. Keitaro thanked Seta quietly.
The rubber of the tires devoured the road and the gasoline burned inside the engine. The bike twisted around corners and bled through traffic lights. Nothing was going to stop Seta. Nothing was going to stop Keitaro. Nothing was going to stop them. Except, of course, the destination.
Seta pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building just as the police who had been chasing them stepped out of their cars. Seta motioned for Keitaro to run. Seta hopped off of the bike and dropped his helmet on Keitaro. He took the hint and jumped out of the sidecar. Keitaro too dropped his helmet in the sidecar. Except instead of turning to face the police, he ran towards the other police. The police who had lain siege to the apartment complex for far too long.
Seta whipped off his encumbering lab coat and smiled. He walked casually over to the police, hands outstretched palms-down. They ran up and slapped a pair of handcuffs on him. Seta strained his muscles and snapped the chain. He smiled, and the police yelped.
Keitaro was having no such luck. The policemen, who were desperate to take their frustration out on someone, quickly apprehended him. The policemen had already cuffed him and now were stuffing him into the car. But they were soon to stop.
"STOP IT! DO YOU WANT TO SAVE THOSE PEOPLE OR NOT?!" This caught the attention of the policemen. Inspector Anato Karishuma pushed the other policemen out of the way.
"I knew I recognized you from somewhere. You're that kid who got us to Leioji before, aren't you? I've got some questions for you buddy," Anato sneered.
"Cut it. I'm here to save those people," Keitaro glared back at Inspector Karishuma.
"And what makes you think you can stop him where all of us failed?" the inspector inquired.
"He asked for me by name." This stunned all the officers. Anato released Keitaro from his grasp. He stared blankly at him for a second and then reality hit him.
"You mean to say that you were called here by that madman?" Inspector Karishuma could not believe it.
"Yes, and I intend to speak to him. Perhaps I can persuade him to release the hostages as well…" Keitaro knew he had won. He pushed the policemen out of his way and stood up. He strode up to the apartment complex. No longer did Leioji's terrifying form guard the entrance like some otherworldly beast. The foyer now lay empty, exempt for the bodies that lay scattered about the floor. Keitaro pushed the doors open, and walked in.
At first, the stench of the dead was over powering. But Keitaro soon grew used to it. He walked up to the reception desk and rang the bell.
Leioji came out of nowhere. He flew into Keitaro and ran him through the shoulder with a katana. The force of Leioji's momentum sent the two of them flying through the doors and out on to the front lawn of the apartment.
Keitaro bit back the pain of his shoulder. His left shoulder lost all feeling in it, but he could not show discomfort to this sociopath. Rather, he revealed resistance. Keitaro swung his right arm wildly and it caught Leioji in the jaw. The bizarre attack caught him off guard and a sickening crack echoed through the neighborhood. Leioji calmly pulled the katana from Keitaro's shoulder and stepped back.
Leioji sheathed the blade and snapped his jaw back into place. He grimaced and picked Keitaro up by the neck of his shirt. The policemen shifted in the background, ready to move, but Inspector Karishuma would not let them interfere.
"Keitaro, I see you have arrived. I hope you know you are here to play…" Leioji's voice trailed off. He threw Keitaro to the ground in front of him.
"I'm not here to play games, Leioji. Let the hostages go or I'm gonna…"
"Or you're going to what? I hope you know, Urashima, that I hold the power here and that you do not. It would be a shame if you died without hearing my proposition." Leioji placed his foot on Keitaro's chest and pressed down slightly. Leioji's eyes rambled in their sockets and his tongue played across his lips.
"I-I won't deal with y-you. G-Get off m-me," Keitaro struggled to speak. Leioji merely laughed in response.
"You had better deal with me. If you don't no one will be released." This sentence caught Keitaro's attention. Leioji realized this and took his massive foot off of Keitaro.
"You mean to say that you will release people if I deal with you?" Keitaro stood as he asked this.
"That is what I mean to say." Leioji still smiled that sickly smile, but Keitaro knew that he could trust him.
"What do you propose, Leioji?" Keitaro struggled to speak. He did not want to deal with Leioji on his terms, but if that could release captives then Keitaro would do it.
"Oh boy, you'll love this. Inside, I have both Motoko Aoyama and Naru Narusegawa." Leioji paused.
"I am aware of this," Keitaro confirmed.
"Then you are also aware that I have over 40 other hostages?" Leioji asked. Keitaro didn't know the exact figure of how many hostages Leioji had, but Keitaro had known that Leioji had taken other hostages. However, for sake of convenience, Keitaro merely nodded.
"Motoko Aoyama is in critical condition. Without the medical attention that was provided to her at the hospital, she is slowly dying." Leioji smiled as he spoke. Keitaro tensed up with anger, but dared not to strike Leioji for fear that he would call the deal off.
"Naru Narusegawa is your one true love," Leioji stated. All the blood in Keitaro seemed to plummet to his feet. How does Leioji know about that?
"I offer to release one of these two women along with half of the other hostages. The others will remain with me until you defeat me in combat. This is my game." With that, Leioji broke into a series of hysterical laughter that sent chills down the spines of the people of Japan…