Ah! My Hina! -A crossover fanfic featuring Love Hina and Ah! My Goddess!
-Written by Buncy The Frog, with help from members of angelroms.com forums and zinfomxx.com forums-check them out!!! Please note I own shit, except maybe for the characters I make up along the series.
-Listen. I've just realized that Kitsune is spelt, Kitsune. But, seeing as I don't like change, I'm still writing it Kitsume. So there.
Ah! My Hina! Episode 3-A lost love remembered? Kitsume's past.
Kitsume sat on her bed, sipping highly sweetened tea. She was absently staring out at nothing in particular. She didn't feel like doing anything that day, instead, she sat brooding. That day, this had been the day... That she had met... him.
The sun beat down on Mitsune Konno's face, causing her to squint against the glare. Why she had chosen to spend her savings on a trip to Puerto Rico she would never know. What she did know was that it was a bitch learning to speak English, it was so confusing. She decided against thinking more about it. She shook her head, and tried to calm herself. If Naru hadn't told Mitsune about her crush on Seta, she would have probably still been back home enjoying her summer. No time to complain, she thought, I've spent too much money on this to not enjoy it. She beckoned the waiter and asked in a slightly accented English,
"Can I have another of these Shirley temples?" The waiter nodded and left to fill her order.
After slowly savoring the taste of her drink, she decided to have a swim. She sat up in her seat, and took the scrunchie out of her hair, letting her long blond hair, shaking her head so her hair would be allowed full freedom. She moved to the stairs, and slowly lowered herself into the pool. She swam a few laps, allowing the water to soak her hair. She stopped after quickly dunking her head and moved to the spa
She dully realized that this resort would have been more fun to go to if she had gone with someone. But, not being involved with anyone, and having Naru as the reason for this trip, she was almost forced to go alone. Lounging on the side of the pool, she suddenly realized how stupid her going to Puerto Rico was. She was in high school; she should have been back home, without a care in the world.
Maybe I've just matured too fast, she mused. There was nothing she could do about it now; she was stuck there for a full week. Thinking that she could spend some time inside watching pay-per-view movies. She headed out to the exit of the pool; and knocked into someone, causing her to drop her towel and the book she was carrying. She made to apologize, but before she could even open, her mouth, she felt her head spinning. Before her stood an extremely handsome man. At a loss for words, she only moved her mouth, opening and closing it, as if she was about to say something, then had decided against it. The man laughed, and said in broken English,
"Oh, I...to be... sorry." Trough almost pure luck, she managed to catch that he had a Japanese accent. She spoke to him in Japanese.
"It's ok." He looked surprised, thinking her an American.
"Oh, sorry, I'm so used to everyone I meet around here speaking English, I've had to pick it up a bit before I came." He replied in Japanese.
"Oh, me too, it was a hassle, but I was able to learn it. At least it looks good on a resume." She let out a kind of giggle. He looked around.
"What brings you all the way down here?" He said, they ignoring all the looks they were getting from the passersby, seeing people speaking in a foreign language seemed to unnerve them.
"Oh, I just needed some time from home, you know how it is." She replied shyly. "I'm sorry, I must be sounding rude, not introducing myself. My name is Terato Higuma." He said, bowing.
"Mitsune Konno." She replied, also bowing.
"Ah, I was just on my way to the bar to have a drink, would you like to join me?" He suggested, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. Mitsune acted to be thinking some time to consider this request, then nodded.
"Yes, I think I'd like that." She said, they both headed to the bar, smiling broadly.
By the time that they had called it a night, the sun had long since moved below the horizon, and was giving only a dull glow, late dusk. Mistune settled into bed, giddily happy. They had clicked on so many levels. They liked the same things, they were both students, and they had, in a semi- drunken state, had fun with the English-speaking visitors, by talking loudly in Japanese. This would cause someone to make a nasty comment in English, which they thought the couple could not understand. Then, one of them would off-handily say something in English to them. This usually caused them to go red in the face and leave, spouting apologies. When they were done with that, they had gone dancing to a live Mexican band. Mitsune was a great dancer, flowing to the music, and looked very appealing also. Terato was also a decent dancer for a male.
Tomorrow, she thought, as she pulled the sheets higher, will be heaven.
Keitaro poked his head into the room.
"Kitsume, we're off to see our entrance exam do you need anything while we're out?" Kitsume suddenly snapped back to the world.
"Yeah, yeah, some sake if you could." She waved her hand, motioning for him to leave.
"Ok, I think we're gonna go by the store, well, see ya."
"Yeah, well good luck to you." She replied.
Well, at least he's an honest and decent guy. Naru won't get hurt like I did. She mused, then went back to her tea.
She had hurried to the poolside early that day, having showered and giving herself an once-over. Make that many, many once-overs. By the time she was done, even the gayest man in the resort would have fallen for her. Her hair was tied in a bun, but still allowed a good portion of her hair to flow over she shoulders. She had used just the right amount of makeup, and wore a bikini that hugged all the right places, then donned a translucent shirt-skirt combination, in case they ended up going anywhere. Terato came just when he was supposed to. They talked for a couple of minutes, then went swimming. At first they just swam laps, but it soon turned into a full-blown dunking contest. They were splashing around like a couple of kids.
Now this is why swimming is better with two people! Mitsune giddily thought. After they had had enough of swimming, they went out for brunch, taking a table at the diner with an umbrella to avoid the sun's harsh rays. Mitsune was in heaven. She had found someone who was just right for her. They liked the same things, it turned out that they lived near each other. All through he day he had treated her like a queen. He left her before dinner, so she could get changed and meet him in the restaurant they had picked out earlier that day. She changed into a long, tight dress, which hugged her curves nicely. She vaguely remembered her parents telling her something or other about her and skimpy outfits, but she didn't give it a second thought. If it meant seeing Terato for five more minutes, she would have walked naked through Tokyo. She had fallen into such a deep love, she found herself thinking that it may have just been lust she was feeling. She decided against that immediately, there was no way that this was something as simple s lust. This was full blown, unquestionable love. With satisfaction etched on her face, she headed off to the restaurant.
The place they had chosen to eat at was an Italian themed restaurant. They had considered a Japanese themed one, but had quickly dismissed it. Not only had they eaten Japanese all their lives, the Americans would probably not get anything right. When Mitsune arrived, she looked very pleased. She had seen the restaurant before, but it didn't matter. It had a channel leading around the tables, and when being escorted around, you were placed on a boat, and pushed to where you needed to go. Mitsune of course thought this was a bit much, but all thought died away as Terato came into view. He walked with a purpose towards her, only breaking eye contact with her when he needed to avoid something or someone. For a high school student, Mitsune looked very mature, her dress ensured that. Terato seemed to notice this change when he finally reached her.
"You look... amazing." Was all he said before they beckoned a boat over. Dinner went off without a hitch. He was charming and suave, and ate like a gentleman. Afterwards, they went walking, down through the resort, which featured a magnificent garden. They sat on a bench, watching the flowers bend slightly against the breeze passing through the pathway. Mitsune had laid her head down on Terato's lap, and was looking up at him. He slowly stroked her hair as they talked. In a move that still spurised Mitsune to this day, she allowed him to take her to his room.
There was a loud whooping sound from down the hall. Kitsume sat up straighter, and looked to her door. That must be good news. She thought, and turned back to the window. Good news...
Terato had gone into the bathroom, to get ready for what they were about to do. Mitsune's heart was racing. She had no idea why she came up to his room. But, if Terato and herself were to share this experience, their love would be complete. She sat on the bed, and was surveying the room when the phone rang. She picked it up, thinking to take a message. On the other line, a cheerful voice rang out.
"Terato honey! It's me, Shinzu. I hope you're having fun on vacation, but I can think of a much more enjoyable activity we can do together, and it would only cost us one condom. Terato, where's the dirty talk? Come on, tell me what I want to hear." Mitsune's mouth was wide open. The receiver was shaking in her hand. She dropped the phone as if it was the plague, and stepped away from the table, terror etched in her face. Terato came out, and seeing the phone flung away, picked it up, giving her a questioning, "What are you, crazy?" look. He asked who was on the phone, then suddenly smiled.
"Yeah, sorry, that was just room service. Yeah. Really? Oh... can't wait to get home. Yeah, see you later honey." He hung up the phone and turned to her.
"Y-you have a g-girlfriend?" Was all she managed to get out.
"Yeah, we've been together five years." He said, throwing her a wicked smile. "And you, she doesn't know? Why would you...." She was heartbroken, she couldn't get anything out properly, tears were streaming down her face. She was so confused, her only thought since she met him, and he was cheating on his girlfriend with her? She began bawling, and sat down on the bed. Her hands were damp, her makeup was smeared. Terato stood in front of her, his face spelling out greedy desire.
"Oh come on babe, I know what'll calm you down." He grabbed her hands and pushed them down to the bed, causing her to fall on her back. He licked his lips. Pure hatred flashed through Mitsune's mind. Her anger seemed to give her great strength, and she broke out of his hold, and managed to kick Terato, hard, in a very special area to many, if not all males. She ran fro the room, ignoring his screams and orders to "get back here now bitch". She ran non-stop to her room, and managing to keep her wits with her for a second, used her keycard and entered her room. She fell o her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
When she had awoken, she was calmed down. However she spent the next two days in her room, watching movies and TV, and eating room service. Terato had made no attempt to contact her even when she checked out. When she had gotten home, she was silent, much to the confusion of her parents, thinking that she would have many stories to tell. It had taken her some time to get over this blow to her confidence and trust in society, but instead of coping with it, she had built a barrier around her, very rarely letting the real side of her show. She got into drinking and gambling, and earned the nickname Kitsume, meaning fox, by the skill she developed in it. Eventually, when it was time to move out, she had stayed with Naru and went to Hinata Inn, refusing to blame Naru for this encounter. She was only one of the reasons why it had developed. She could only blame herself.
Kitsume stood up. Her tea long from empty, and her stomach rumbling, she thought out a route she could take to the kitchen to avoid the others, congratulating whoever gradated would take too long.
There were four new members to Tokyo U; all of them had been accepted. To Keiichi, this wasn't such a big accomplishment, he was already in university, or used to be. A party was thrown for them, but Kitsume wasn't her usual drunk self. She seemed to be thinking about something. Naru took no note of this, as she was too busy taking Kitsume's place as head drinker. She made several drunken passes at Keitaro, who bluntly refused. She called him a spoilsport and decided to call it a night. She settled down onto her bed, sake still ringing her ears a bit, and tried to sleep. There was a rustling in the trees outside, but Naru was sure she heard someone say through the breeze,
"You're welcome. Enjoy Tokyo U."
Well, thanks, this was a kind of experimental chapter spawned off of Peter F. Hamilton's book entitled Fallen Dragon. Read it and you'll see. Maybe. Well, next chapter too look forward to I think will be called Wishing for love? Debate.
-Written by Buncy The Frog, with help from members of angelroms.com forums and zinfomxx.com forums-check them out!!! Please note I own shit, except maybe for the characters I make up along the series.
-Listen. I've just realized that Kitsune is spelt, Kitsune. But, seeing as I don't like change, I'm still writing it Kitsume. So there.
Ah! My Hina! Episode 3-A lost love remembered? Kitsume's past.
Kitsume sat on her bed, sipping highly sweetened tea. She was absently staring out at nothing in particular. She didn't feel like doing anything that day, instead, she sat brooding. That day, this had been the day... That she had met... him.
The sun beat down on Mitsune Konno's face, causing her to squint against the glare. Why she had chosen to spend her savings on a trip to Puerto Rico she would never know. What she did know was that it was a bitch learning to speak English, it was so confusing. She decided against thinking more about it. She shook her head, and tried to calm herself. If Naru hadn't told Mitsune about her crush on Seta, she would have probably still been back home enjoying her summer. No time to complain, she thought, I've spent too much money on this to not enjoy it. She beckoned the waiter and asked in a slightly accented English,
"Can I have another of these Shirley temples?" The waiter nodded and left to fill her order.
After slowly savoring the taste of her drink, she decided to have a swim. She sat up in her seat, and took the scrunchie out of her hair, letting her long blond hair, shaking her head so her hair would be allowed full freedom. She moved to the stairs, and slowly lowered herself into the pool. She swam a few laps, allowing the water to soak her hair. She stopped after quickly dunking her head and moved to the spa
She dully realized that this resort would have been more fun to go to if she had gone with someone. But, not being involved with anyone, and having Naru as the reason for this trip, she was almost forced to go alone. Lounging on the side of the pool, she suddenly realized how stupid her going to Puerto Rico was. She was in high school; she should have been back home, without a care in the world.
Maybe I've just matured too fast, she mused. There was nothing she could do about it now; she was stuck there for a full week. Thinking that she could spend some time inside watching pay-per-view movies. She headed out to the exit of the pool; and knocked into someone, causing her to drop her towel and the book she was carrying. She made to apologize, but before she could even open, her mouth, she felt her head spinning. Before her stood an extremely handsome man. At a loss for words, she only moved her mouth, opening and closing it, as if she was about to say something, then had decided against it. The man laughed, and said in broken English,
"Oh, I...to be... sorry." Trough almost pure luck, she managed to catch that he had a Japanese accent. She spoke to him in Japanese.
"It's ok." He looked surprised, thinking her an American.
"Oh, sorry, I'm so used to everyone I meet around here speaking English, I've had to pick it up a bit before I came." He replied in Japanese.
"Oh, me too, it was a hassle, but I was able to learn it. At least it looks good on a resume." She let out a kind of giggle. He looked around.
"What brings you all the way down here?" He said, they ignoring all the looks they were getting from the passersby, seeing people speaking in a foreign language seemed to unnerve them.
"Oh, I just needed some time from home, you know how it is." She replied shyly. "I'm sorry, I must be sounding rude, not introducing myself. My name is Terato Higuma." He said, bowing.
"Mitsune Konno." She replied, also bowing.
"Ah, I was just on my way to the bar to have a drink, would you like to join me?" He suggested, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. Mitsune acted to be thinking some time to consider this request, then nodded.
"Yes, I think I'd like that." She said, they both headed to the bar, smiling broadly.
By the time that they had called it a night, the sun had long since moved below the horizon, and was giving only a dull glow, late dusk. Mistune settled into bed, giddily happy. They had clicked on so many levels. They liked the same things, they were both students, and they had, in a semi- drunken state, had fun with the English-speaking visitors, by talking loudly in Japanese. This would cause someone to make a nasty comment in English, which they thought the couple could not understand. Then, one of them would off-handily say something in English to them. This usually caused them to go red in the face and leave, spouting apologies. When they were done with that, they had gone dancing to a live Mexican band. Mitsune was a great dancer, flowing to the music, and looked very appealing also. Terato was also a decent dancer for a male.
Tomorrow, she thought, as she pulled the sheets higher, will be heaven.
Keitaro poked his head into the room.
"Kitsume, we're off to see our entrance exam do you need anything while we're out?" Kitsume suddenly snapped back to the world.
"Yeah, yeah, some sake if you could." She waved her hand, motioning for him to leave.
"Ok, I think we're gonna go by the store, well, see ya."
"Yeah, well good luck to you." She replied.
Well, at least he's an honest and decent guy. Naru won't get hurt like I did. She mused, then went back to her tea.
She had hurried to the poolside early that day, having showered and giving herself an once-over. Make that many, many once-overs. By the time she was done, even the gayest man in the resort would have fallen for her. Her hair was tied in a bun, but still allowed a good portion of her hair to flow over she shoulders. She had used just the right amount of makeup, and wore a bikini that hugged all the right places, then donned a translucent shirt-skirt combination, in case they ended up going anywhere. Terato came just when he was supposed to. They talked for a couple of minutes, then went swimming. At first they just swam laps, but it soon turned into a full-blown dunking contest. They were splashing around like a couple of kids.
Now this is why swimming is better with two people! Mitsune giddily thought. After they had had enough of swimming, they went out for brunch, taking a table at the diner with an umbrella to avoid the sun's harsh rays. Mitsune was in heaven. She had found someone who was just right for her. They liked the same things, it turned out that they lived near each other. All through he day he had treated her like a queen. He left her before dinner, so she could get changed and meet him in the restaurant they had picked out earlier that day. She changed into a long, tight dress, which hugged her curves nicely. She vaguely remembered her parents telling her something or other about her and skimpy outfits, but she didn't give it a second thought. If it meant seeing Terato for five more minutes, she would have walked naked through Tokyo. She had fallen into such a deep love, she found herself thinking that it may have just been lust she was feeling. She decided against that immediately, there was no way that this was something as simple s lust. This was full blown, unquestionable love. With satisfaction etched on her face, she headed off to the restaurant.
The place they had chosen to eat at was an Italian themed restaurant. They had considered a Japanese themed one, but had quickly dismissed it. Not only had they eaten Japanese all their lives, the Americans would probably not get anything right. When Mitsune arrived, she looked very pleased. She had seen the restaurant before, but it didn't matter. It had a channel leading around the tables, and when being escorted around, you were placed on a boat, and pushed to where you needed to go. Mitsune of course thought this was a bit much, but all thought died away as Terato came into view. He walked with a purpose towards her, only breaking eye contact with her when he needed to avoid something or someone. For a high school student, Mitsune looked very mature, her dress ensured that. Terato seemed to notice this change when he finally reached her.
"You look... amazing." Was all he said before they beckoned a boat over. Dinner went off without a hitch. He was charming and suave, and ate like a gentleman. Afterwards, they went walking, down through the resort, which featured a magnificent garden. They sat on a bench, watching the flowers bend slightly against the breeze passing through the pathway. Mitsune had laid her head down on Terato's lap, and was looking up at him. He slowly stroked her hair as they talked. In a move that still spurised Mitsune to this day, she allowed him to take her to his room.
There was a loud whooping sound from down the hall. Kitsume sat up straighter, and looked to her door. That must be good news. She thought, and turned back to the window. Good news...
Terato had gone into the bathroom, to get ready for what they were about to do. Mitsune's heart was racing. She had no idea why she came up to his room. But, if Terato and herself were to share this experience, their love would be complete. She sat on the bed, and was surveying the room when the phone rang. She picked it up, thinking to take a message. On the other line, a cheerful voice rang out.
"Terato honey! It's me, Shinzu. I hope you're having fun on vacation, but I can think of a much more enjoyable activity we can do together, and it would only cost us one condom. Terato, where's the dirty talk? Come on, tell me what I want to hear." Mitsune's mouth was wide open. The receiver was shaking in her hand. She dropped the phone as if it was the plague, and stepped away from the table, terror etched in her face. Terato came out, and seeing the phone flung away, picked it up, giving her a questioning, "What are you, crazy?" look. He asked who was on the phone, then suddenly smiled.
"Yeah, sorry, that was just room service. Yeah. Really? Oh... can't wait to get home. Yeah, see you later honey." He hung up the phone and turned to her.
"Y-you have a g-girlfriend?" Was all she managed to get out.
"Yeah, we've been together five years." He said, throwing her a wicked smile. "And you, she doesn't know? Why would you...." She was heartbroken, she couldn't get anything out properly, tears were streaming down her face. She was so confused, her only thought since she met him, and he was cheating on his girlfriend with her? She began bawling, and sat down on the bed. Her hands were damp, her makeup was smeared. Terato stood in front of her, his face spelling out greedy desire.
"Oh come on babe, I know what'll calm you down." He grabbed her hands and pushed them down to the bed, causing her to fall on her back. He licked his lips. Pure hatred flashed through Mitsune's mind. Her anger seemed to give her great strength, and she broke out of his hold, and managed to kick Terato, hard, in a very special area to many, if not all males. She ran fro the room, ignoring his screams and orders to "get back here now bitch". She ran non-stop to her room, and managing to keep her wits with her for a second, used her keycard and entered her room. She fell o her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
When she had awoken, she was calmed down. However she spent the next two days in her room, watching movies and TV, and eating room service. Terato had made no attempt to contact her even when she checked out. When she had gotten home, she was silent, much to the confusion of her parents, thinking that she would have many stories to tell. It had taken her some time to get over this blow to her confidence and trust in society, but instead of coping with it, she had built a barrier around her, very rarely letting the real side of her show. She got into drinking and gambling, and earned the nickname Kitsume, meaning fox, by the skill she developed in it. Eventually, when it was time to move out, she had stayed with Naru and went to Hinata Inn, refusing to blame Naru for this encounter. She was only one of the reasons why it had developed. She could only blame herself.
Kitsume stood up. Her tea long from empty, and her stomach rumbling, she thought out a route she could take to the kitchen to avoid the others, congratulating whoever gradated would take too long.
There were four new members to Tokyo U; all of them had been accepted. To Keiichi, this wasn't such a big accomplishment, he was already in university, or used to be. A party was thrown for them, but Kitsume wasn't her usual drunk self. She seemed to be thinking about something. Naru took no note of this, as she was too busy taking Kitsume's place as head drinker. She made several drunken passes at Keitaro, who bluntly refused. She called him a spoilsport and decided to call it a night. She settled down onto her bed, sake still ringing her ears a bit, and tried to sleep. There was a rustling in the trees outside, but Naru was sure she heard someone say through the breeze,
"You're welcome. Enjoy Tokyo U."
Well, thanks, this was a kind of experimental chapter spawned off of Peter F. Hamilton's book entitled Fallen Dragon. Read it and you'll see. Maybe. Well, next chapter too look forward to I think will be called Wishing for love? Debate.