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Author's Notes:  Back once more with another thrilling edition, but I wish to also draw attention to my other stories on this site.  I know, I know it is a shameless plug but I want others to read them.  Oh, before I forget thanks to all those that have reviewed and hopefully you will like the next installment.  Keitaro is cornered in the kitchen by the whole cast of Love Hina, what shall he do?

A Warrior's Spirit

            A winter wonderland is a magical and beautiful place filled with meadows upon meadows of snow and ice.  This was not the scene inside Haruka's teahouse, it was more like a tanker of cream had fallen over the whole of the kitchen.  Icing was dangling off pots and pans, blouses and shirts were plastered with whipped cream, and it was overall any normal man's dream day.  Five beautiful women all covered with cream and only one lonesome man to stand up to their onslaught, what in the world would Keitaro do?  Why have the most fun he had in a years, but what had caused such a disaster?

(Flashback 30 minutes)

"Well it is time for the snacks, would you be so kind as to help nephew?"  Watching the twitching form that used to be his loving aunt Keitaro knew that was not a question.  Trying extra hard now Keitaro soon dislodged the drunken woman on his arm, "Thanks for the song Mitsune I really loved it."  Giving innocent little kiss to Mitsune Keitaro headed toward his doom, a dark cloud hovered just above the normally upbeat teen.

Walking past the double doors into the kitchen Keitaro initiated his most devastating attack on his unsuspecting aunt.  "Please, please Aunty don't kill me!  I'll be good I promise, don't kill your favorite nephew, please?"  While pleading for his life Keitaro was also displaying the most adorable puppy dog eyes in the world, how could his aunt inflict damage on such a being that cute?

Knowing that his aunt is falling under the effects of "Puppy dog eyes # 1" Keitaro turned up the charm full blast.  Dealing out his knockout punch Keitaro beamed his pearly whites and hugged his aunty for all he was worth.  'This should clinch it, she cannot withstand the Whites in your eyes attack.  No one in their right mind could tear it down, hopefully she is in her right mind.'

Fighting against the effects of both the puppy dog eyes and her nephew's virtuous teeth Haruka knew it was a losing battle.  Though there is one surefire way to ensure that he got what he deserved, "Of course I forgive you dear nephew, I would not harm a single hair on your head.  But there is the problem of what you must do in order to gain my forgiveness."  Pilfering a custard tart from one of the many trays in the kitchen Haruka smashed it's contents right into the hair of her favorite nephew.

Truly astonished by his aunt's devious act Keitaro could not do anything for a whole five seconds, more than enough time for Haruka to run half way across the kitchen with more of the tarts.  Launching them haphazardly at her nephew Haruka could not help but burst into peals of laughter at his face.  "What big bad Keitaro cannot stand a little cream in his hair?  Oh, poor baby want me to eat you all up?"

Finally snapping out of his self-induced stupor Keitaro smiled a most dastardly smile, "Oh dear, dear aunty what have you done?  Now I must retaliate in kind, believe me when I say that you will not be clean for long."

Looking around for anything that could be of use to him Keitaro soon found a tray of steaming banana cream pies.  'Oh this will do quite nicely, and it will also give me a reason to eat a few of them.'  Dodging one of many cream filled tarts Keitaro set off for his smiling aunt.  "Now, now aunty take it like a good girl.  Stay in one place and I promise not to make you all that dirty."

"Like I would trust you dear nephew, with that tray you are carrying I would be lucky to come out of this without all my hair in cream jelly."  Taking off at a run toward the double doors Haruka soon heard a yelp followed by a object in her line of sight.  'Oh shit, that looks like Shinobu this is going to hurt, that's for sure.'  Tripping over the pint sized chef Haruka could not help but curl protectively over the child.  'At least this way I can take most of the fall, hopefully I don't break anything.'

Unbeknownst to Haruka, Keitaro had seen Shinobu and picked up his speed; 'Let's see, if Aunty falls on Shinobu she will probably hurt her.  Knowing my aunt she will protect Shinobu and take most of the fall herself.  Better pick up the pace a tad more.'  Becoming quicker than the naked eye could see Keitaro caught both Shinobu and Haruka before they had fallen on the hard tile floor.

'Mmmm….warm wonder what is causing all this warmth.  Have I reached heaven?  Maybe then I can watch over sempai, but I smell something good next to me.'

"Are you alright Shinobu?  Not hurt anywhere are you?"

"S..sempai, oh nothing wrong sempai, just fell down that is all."  Blushing furiously at the proximity to her love Shinobu could not help but feel content in his arms.  "If you are done with the fluttering of the heart could you let us down Keitaro?  I mean we are getting heavy right?"

"Now Aunty you know that is not true, both you and Shinobu are light as a feather.  But if you wish me to release you I find no reason not to."  Taking hold of both women's waists he carried them to a clean spot in the kitchen and set them down.  Losing the warmth that was so prevalent within Keitaro's arms Shinobu could only sigh with regret.

"Well now that Shinobu has joined us there is no reason to keep up the game now is there Aunty?"

"I see no such reasoning, come Shinobu let us cream Keitaro into a mound of fluff.  Sounds good Shinobu?"

Confused by the sudden change in attitude Shinobu stared slack jawed into Haruka's eyes.  Finally snapping awake when she felt a strawberry filled tart sticking to her illustrious hair, "Wahh…Haruka?  Why did you throw a pastry at my hair?"

Laughing uproariously at the child's innocence Haruka got caught with one of Keitaro's projectiles.  "If you don't fight back you will definitely become a cream puff, so hurry up and find some ammo Shinobu."

Finally getting into the rhythm of the game Shinobu hide behind Keitaro and took one of his pastries and aimed at Haruka.  Knowing Shinobu cannot aim behind his frame Keitaro lifted her above his shoulders and allowed her to target from there.  This would have seemed a great idea except for one thing, Shinobu did not like heights and liked Keitaro.  Thus she was light-headed due to the situation which caused her aim to scatter a bit missing Haruka entirely but was timed correctly for Naru when she entered the kitchen.

"Mhmm…what the heck?  Okay who did this, I am covered in whipped cream and sticky to boot."  Horrified that she had hit Narusegawa, Shinobu tried her best to appear small and insignificant.  This would have been better accomplished if she were not on top of Keitaro right at that moment.

Both Keitaro and Haruka were in fits of giggles and could not form a coherent thought if their lives depended on it.  Growing angry at being ignored Naru grabbed the nearest thing and hurled it at the hysterical male.  Catching him right in the face the apple turnover plastered all over his nose and mouth.  Sputtering like a fish out of water Keitaro tried to remove the crust from his nostrils, succeeding in his arduous task Keitaro spied Naru holding her sides and rolling on the floor with laughter.

"I am glad that you find this so funny Naru, but I have one to say to you.  Prepare for you doom mortal!"  Smirking like a demon of hell Keitaro gently extracted Shinobu from his neck and placed her onto the cold kitchen floor.  Chasing after a squealing Naru he did not notice the pie until it was too late.  Close lined by his own aunt Keitaro took the pie straight in his eyes, cursing at his bad luck he could not do anything but swipe at his eyes.

Having had enough fun and games Keitaro leapt to his feet and went in search of both Naru and Haruka.  Casting his eyes on a tray of chocolate éclairs Keitaro procured the tray and launched into a speedy retaliation.  Though Keitaro had the upper hand the women would not go down without a fight and launched their own offensive against the single male.  Without backup to reinforce his numbers Keitaro became easy prey to the women which also included Shinobu.  "Oh why oh why must I be punished in such a manner?  I am just a tool for mhmmmpphhh…"  Never having time to finish his long drowned out speech Keitaro was covered from head to toe in creamy chocolate fudge.  Satisfied that they had won the war all three women threw the rest of their pastries at the helpless warrior.

Sensing a paramount barrage Keitaro instinctively rolled out of the way and the luscious treats piled into the curious scientist Su.  The battle began anew with new victims and more than enough sugar to cause hundreds of cavities.  Even the seductress Mitsune could not escape the messiest food fight in history, splattered in the face with a dollop of whip cream.  Soon the group was resorting to basic ingredients as fuel for the war, flour hung in the air like a fog.  Honey was splattered both on the walls and ceiling, even sugar was not spared the horrors of battle.

When it was all over and done with the kitchen really did look like a battle zone, with food in every nook and cranny.  Both Keitaro and the women were covered with cream and rolling around the floor trying to pin each other.  The girls finally made a decision and successfully pinned Keitaro using all of their bodies, the dreams of men everywhere being pinned down by five cream covered women on a cold kitchen floor.  Feeling the excitement in the air as well as most of the women's body parts Keitaro soon blushed as red as the ripest tomato.  This was the scene when Motoko made her grand entrance.  "Can I join?"

(Flashback over, sorry for the long flashback.)

            With all the girls piled on top of him Keitaro could not be seen by Motoko, she assumed that the girls were just having a little bit of fun in the kitchen.  'Survival sense activated must run quickly before samurai girl takes off a piece of me.  Possibly my manhood by the looks of things last time.'  Removing the girls one by one, Keitaro soon sprinted out the double doors past a surprised and increasingly angry Motoko.

            "Urameshi, you have seen the last days of your life pervert.  Prepare yourself for your doom demon, you will not escape me."  Believing the kendo girl's word all five of the remaining girl's glomped onto Motoko's back.  "What is the meaning of this?  He has defiled and demeaned your dignity; I must make him pay the ultimate price.  His manhood will be sliced off and he shall die a slow painful death by blood loss."

            Most of the girl's were shocked at the degree of hatred in Motoko's voice; some even released their hold on her momentarily due to the shock.  "Hey Naru, Shinobu, a little help here she is not easy to hold down you know."  Shaking their heads to cast away the cobwebs both Naru and Shinobu again latched onto Motoko's arms and legs.  "Sorry Mitsune got a little spacey there, (I can't believe she actually said that, and with that much venom in her voice as well)."

            "Enough with this stuff, hold her down girl's I will apply a sleeping touch."  Intrigued by Haruka's comment all the girl's held on for dear life as she touched Motoko below her chin and right next to her collarbone.  Motoko soon became as stiff as a wooden board and fell to the ground unceremoniously.  "Now that miss samurai has been incapacitated lets go out and find Keitaro, he must have run 12 blocks by now."

            "Umm…Haruka-san do you think we should maybe change first?  We are all covered in cream and stuff."  Surprised by her lack of intellect Haruka slapped her forehead and nodded her head in assent.  "Sounds like a plan, but let's get Motoko up as well, the cold floor is not good for anyone who is unconscious."

            Carrying the samurai warrior on their shoulders the girls all headed upstairs to clean up.  'Man oh man this mess will be a fucking nightmare to clean up.  Keitaro you better come back here and help me clean this up.'  Shaking her head in disgust Haruka cast one more glance at her ruined kitchen and cleared the stairs.

(And back to our intrepid hero running like a bat out of hell)

            'Must keep running, bad girl will get me, must keep running, bad girl will get me.'  This mantra was fueling the desire for Keitaro to run as fast as he can as far as he can.  He could only hope that the others were stalling for time for him, because if they weren't then he was in big trouble, but more importantly his little Keitaro would be sliced off.

            Feeling adequately secure in his knowledge that Motoko has not caught up yet Keitaro chanced a glance around his surroundings.  'Where the fuck am I?  It looks like a big park area or something, but why is there a clearing up ahead?'  Still running at full blast Keitaro could not hope to dodge the tree that mysteriously sprouted right into his path.  'This will hurt so much!'  That was the understatement of the year, he crashed into the tree but didn't stop there, he went on to crash into at least a dozen more sycamore's before he stopped his run.

            'Oww…oww that hurt so much, who caught that trains license number?  Ohhh…where am I?  I got splintered in my arm damn that looks nasty.'  Taking in his surroundings Keitaro soon found himself in the clearing he had seen from far off.  'Wait a minute wasn't this to the right of me?  Must have bounced off a couple of those trees back there.'

If he had glanced behind him Keitaro would have seen the trail of devastation he had leveled in his wake.  'First things first got to get these splinters out of my arm and wrap it in a sling.  This will hurt a lot again, why me?'  Screams could be heard as far away as Tokyo as Keitaro extracted the wood chips from his arm.  "Damn that hurt like hell, where can I find some cloth or something?  Damn only grass and wood around, guess I had better use my shirt.  Hopefully this wound will heal quickly I really need my shirt."

            Wrapping his shirt around the bleeding stump that used to be a good arm Keitaro stood up from the ground and started walking in the bright moonlit night.  'Damn where did this fog come from?  It was just clear a minute ago, now it's like pea soup.'  Fog covered every inch of the clearing seeming to ward away any travelers that would set their sights on continuing their journey through the pass.  'This is just great, I'm hurt, lost and hungry not to mention I smell like a damn cream puff.  Maybe a run into the night was not the best idea, but how else would have I kept my manhood?'

            Keitaro should really watch where he is going instead of thinking of things that have been in the past.  If he had then he would have seen that there was a huge ditch in front of him, but he didn't so down he went.  "Damn…fuck…crap…damn."  Ahh the majesty of words that is produced as you fall down a hill, the scene would have won the best comedic performance in the Academy Awards.

            Splashing into a lagoon or a lake, you pick, Keitaro came out shivering with cold and wet as a dog in a summer rain.  "Phhppp…great brackish water and it tastes like old del rat droppings.  What else could go wrong?"  If you ask so shall you receive, Keitaro should have just kept his mouth shut.  "At least the sticky cream has come off, I wouldn't have wanted anyone to find me in a cream colored jumpsuit.  What is that growling?"

            Slithering around the cold lake were 3 full grown alligators just waiting for a snack to come their way.  Now a delectable human has stumbled into their watery home and they wanted to eat, I mean greet him.  Two coming from south and one from the north, Keitaro had no where to go, it was either fight or get eaten.  "Okay you guys this has been a bad day, so just get your scaly asses out of here before I have to fry you into extra crispy."  Ignoring his threats the alligators came increasingly closer to Keitaro and well he just snapped, "I told you to leave but no you just had to make it hard.  It is your decision you overgrown gecko's feel my frustration."

            Succumbing to the bloodlust Keitaro emitted his demon aura once again, powering his body with unlimited amounts of ki.  The very water boiling beneath him, the winds howling for release, trees bending to his will, all this was due to the amount of power he was releasing.  "Bring it on you sniveling pieces of luggage, when I am through with you three I will personally make myself a leather attaché bag.  Now let us see who is stronger, a lizard or a man?"

            Snaking their way closer to the human the alligators finally attacked, as one they bite into the soft flesh of the pitiful human.  And as one they were repelled by an unseen force within Keitaro's body, "Is that all you got?  Well now it is my turn."  Grabbing the nearest lizard he could find he crushed it to his body in a mighty bear hug, breaking first the bones of the once mighty lizard.  "You will be a mighty fine piece of meat when I cook you later."  Tearing the head off the alligator Keitaro advanced on the remaining two, "I haven't fought since yesterday, come on give me a challenge."

            Weary of the beast that had destroyed one of them already the remaining two thought he was not worth the effort.  They slithered away or at least tried to, Keitaro grabbed both of their tails and threw them to shore.  Wrestling the bigger of the two Keitaro tore off limbs with his hands and teeth.  Soon only one of the creatures was left, dripping in crimson and smelling like a fucking corpse Keitaro stalked the last of the alligators.  Leaping into the air Keitaro squashed the last of the lizards and rolled around in its corpse and blood.  "Mhhmpp…so good, so much blood.  Must have more…but where?  No more life?  Must find some."

            Deep into a trance-like state Keitaro set across the shore in search of more victims.  Only when he came to the waters edge did he really see himself in the water's reflection.  Covered in blood and entrails, smelling like a butcher in heat, he could not face the reality of it all and he screamed out his frustrations.  Diving into the lake to rid himself of the blood and dirt, but the smell would not go away no matter how much he brushed and scrubbed.  'Why?  Why?  Why?'  "Why?????????"

Author's Notes:  Well there you have it another chapter finished, what causes this bloodlust in Keitaro?  What makes him seek out life and snuff it out of existence?  And why must he be tortured by fate?  Answers that will not be easy to find, but in the end will he have more questions than answers?  Anyways that's it for me, so please R & R and don't forget about my other stories.  Peace, I'm out.