Chapter 2 - Moving In

Keitaro Urashima woke up five minutes later in the heart of Tokyo, with his buzz gone and a major headache. 'Heh, at least I have all my money and didn't have to pay.' Getting up, he thanked the heavens that his home was only down the street. Then he grimaced remembering that he had to leave and that he had set all his stuff outside the garage, as well as his bike.

Getting his only backpack, he raced through the streets of Tokyo, towards Hinata, where his grandmother owned an inn, where maybe, he just might be able to get a place to live. He slowed down his pace, realizing that it was still noon, and that he had no rush. Gliding along the crowded streets with experience, Keitaro continued his ride to his aunts teahouse, and, from there, his grandmas inn. Stopping only once for a small snack, he continued on his path to chaos.

Haruka sat in the shade of her teahouse, expecting her nephew, who she had called over to discuss some 'unforeseen developments'. Business today was slow and she had decided to close up for the day, realizing that there wasn't any point in staying open. She sighed, taking a long drag of her cigarette, wondering what she would say to Keitaro.

Speaking of whom, was currently trying to get past midday traffic, only to wind up in more and more dead ends, and alleys. Finally giving up, he got off the bike and started the long trek to Hinata.

Naru, still fuming, returned to Hinata Sou, a rather subdued Kitsune in tow. Of course, she was angry at her 'stalker' whom had so politely 'left' before paying his bill, leaving her to cover both hers, Kitsunes and Ketaros bill. Grumbling something about studying, she went and locked herself in her room, to drown her troubles in texts, and literature. Su, a blonde middle-schooler with tanned skin, was bouncing around for the pure hell of it, Kitsune was in her room and Motoko was training on the roof.

"Oh, for the love of god." Keitaro muttered as, once again, the signed turned to don't walk. He was already half an hour late, and the traffic jam had still not subsided. Muttering some swears in Japanese, he walked on, now running in a mad dash to get to his aunts.

Haruka Urashima, stood outside her teahouse, still waiting for her nephew, a pile of finished cigarettes at her feet. Sighing once again, she went into the garage that lay hidden behind her teahouse. Putting her car in drive, she left the garage, its door shutting by itself. Preparing for her ride, she was slightly surprised when she almost ran over her nephew, who had finally showed up. She sighed, getting out of the black BMW. "I honestly wish I could say I didn't see this coming." She commented dryly as Keitaro picked himself of the ground bleeding profusely. "There's a tux in the back, shower and change, we have about sixteen minutes. I'll explain in the car." She said. Nodding, Keitaro ran off to the teahouse.

Sixteen minutes later, met Keitaro and Haruka in the car, coasting along the almost empty roads behind the forest. "Where are we going?" he asked. Haruka sighed.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. Last week, your grandma Hina passed away. She died in a hotsprings. She must have fainted because of the heat, and drowned." Haruka explained in a chocked up voice. Keitaro's jaw dropped and he stared at his aunt, who was fighting back tears for the first time in her life. She was losing. Patting her on the back comfortingly, Keitaro murmered, "At least she died doing what she loved. Are we going to the funeral?"
Haruka shook her shook her head, "No, we're going to the reading of her sill. She didn't want a funeral. She wanted to be cremated and have her ashes swept up in the wind, carrying her to wherever the heavens pleased." "Oh." The rest of the drive was silent, even though now it was a comfortable silence. Half an hour later, they came to an old temple, surrounded by cars. Parking her car near the entrance of the road, in order to avoid traffic when leaving, Haruka and Keitaro left the car and walked into the temple.

The ceremony had already started and the pair sat at the end of the temple. The announcer had seemingly not noticed them. He continued his awarding. "And to Tadyoka Urashima, Hina would like to leave her collection of diamond turtles, estimated worth at four hundred thousand yen. To Haruka Urashima," Haruka looked up, no longer finding the floor very interesting, "Her collection of vintage and imported Sake, as well as the Urashima sword collection, estimated at one point sixe million yen." Haruka suddenly brightened up a bit. "And finally, to her beloved grandson, Keitaro Urashima," Keitaro, looked up, surprised that his grandmother had included him in her will, "All of Hinata Sou, including all furnishings inside other than those of the tenants, as well as her entire fortune, of over sixty-nine million yen." Keitaro then fainted.

Five hours later, Keitaro awoke in a strange room, with a nauseating headache. Groggily getting up and forgetting his glasses, he stumbled around until he found the restroom. Finding it, he puked his guts out, even though he had not eaten anything at all the entire day. Wandering around in the new building, he found out that it was evening. After wandering for about half and hour, he found a hotspring. Enthusiastically hopping out of his clothes, he failed to see the resting figure of Naru Narusegawa.

Sliding into the warm water, Keitaro let out a sigh, as he let the water tense away all the stress. Naru, thinking he was Kitsune came over to chat. "Hey Kitsune, is that you?" Keitaro, still not thinking clearly answered snidely, "No, it's the prince of ancient Persia." "Hey, what are you doing here? PERVERT!!!" As batman would answer to the bat signal, Motoko answered to the pervert call. Kitsune and Su came to watch.

Keitaro, slowly coming out of his groggy state realized that for once, he was in deep @#$%. "Uh. I guess it'll be too much to ask for you to let me get a towel and explain before you bash my head in." came his nervous request. Due to the fog, only Naru knew that it was Keitaro from the bar. "What are you doing here? You better not be stalking me again. And where's my money?" Keitaro just stared like a deer caught in headlights. "What are you looking at, huh?" Still all she got was a stare. Keitaro, due to all the intense projections of fear in his body had now gone into shock.

Deep inside the burrows of Keitaro, a grumpy old man walks up to a tattery looking machine and kicks it, muttering "damn panic machines."

Outside Keitaro, who watched in slow motion as Motoko unsheathed her katana and Naru reared her fist. He smiled a bit and got out, realizing that he had the forsight to at least wrap a towel around himself. Taking another towel from the bench, he started to dry his unruly black hair as time corrected itself. Motoko and Naru were now thrown forward due to their own inertia. "Foul demon, what have you done!?" Motoko screamed.

"Nothing, you just seemed to be going a little slow, so I walked out of the spring and got a towel to dry myself." He explained in a really bored tone. "You WALKED! You, huh, must be your stalker training." "What are you talking about?" "You know goddam well what I'm talking about!" "Should you really be saying that in front of children?" Naru was quiet, realizing that Keitaro was right. Su lloked around, confused.

Naru again snapped. "Look what you made me do. Now get the hell out of here. Tell Kentaro, if he wants a date so much, all he should do is ask, not send stalkers." Keitaro rolled his eyes. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about. I'll leave. In fact, I don't even know why I'm here, I just woke up in some strange room."

"Begone from this place, demon!" Motoko yelled, threatening Keitaro with her sword once again. Sighing, he explained, "Geez, I'd love to, what with all this support, but you see, you're standing right next to my clothes. And in all respects, I can't just walk out like this." After putting his clothes on, in the closet of course, Naru shoved his bags in his face a pushed him out the door.

Haruka looked up from her new possessions to see a rather perturbed Keitaro walk in, his luggage in his hands. "What are you doing here? What about your new home in Hinata Sou?" Keitaro gave a clueless expression by way of response. "It wasn't a dream!?" "You really don't remember anything. After you inherited Hinata Sou and Hina's last fortune, you went into shock. Of course, somehow, your body just kept going throught the notions. Your deed to Hinata Sou is in the blue bag, back pocket and a check is in the green backpack, front pocket." Keitaro just stood there gaping like an idiot. To help his mind grasp the concept presented to it, Keitaro took a long gulp of sake he had found on the table.

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

"Heh-eh, are you going to finish your aunts sake or are you going home?" It wasn't a question. It was a threat, one that Keitaro wasn't going to question. Picking up his bags he sped out of the teahouse.

Meanwhile, back at the H-Pad, Naru and Motoko were b@#$%ing about Keitaro's little entrance and abrupt departure. "Of all the nerve. Pretending he woke up here. He probably snuck up to spy on me while we were out. That Sakata." "That troublesome male causing you problems Naru-sempai, and I will disembowl him myself." "It's alright Motoko. I can deal with him on Monday. I swear, if I ever see that Keitaro, I'll kill him myself."

A nervous gulp brought everyones [They were all in the foyer] attention to the door, where Keitaro stood, holding a piece of paper, shaking uncontrollably. "What are you doing here, baka ronin. I thought I told you never to come back." "I see that you have not gotten enough of my katana, foolish pervert."

"I.i.gu..e.gues.s you could say that." He spoke nervously, indeicating towards the paper. He slowly and shakily held it up. "You see. I'm now the le.egal owner of Hinata Sou."

A/N - Six reviews or the bear takes a long nap with the fishes (