Chapter 3 - Swords and Sake, a mans trials and tribulations
89-Cool title, eh? Anyway, Never Again will be updated really soon, sorry for the wait. I'm not sure about The Wrath of the Wing Knight. It's holy week at my house, I can hardly get in any down time. I hope you've had a merry Christmas, I sure haven't had one. In fact, it's been a @#$%ing bad one. Anyway, I'm not sure how to keep this story going so in any reviews you send, tell me what you want to happen, and If it's novice89 worthy, then I'll put it up. R&R!
Keitaro Urashima, heir to the Hinata Inn, sat dejectedly in a corner of his room, surrounded by his bags, still not unpacked. He sighed, recalling his horrible welcome. When he had showed them the inheritance, he had expected some heated protests, but nothing like what they had done. He shuddered, remembering how they had reacted. 'Something like that scars you for life.' he mused.
|Flashback|
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."
The girls stared at him for a while, then the paper, then burst out laughing. "HA,HA, what a great joke," Naru started, "But seriously what
the hell are you doing back here."
"But honestly, I am the owner." He continued, drawing even more condescending laughter from the girls. Keitaro sighed and began to move forward, planning on explaining himself once they had settled down. His stride had been cut short when Motoko drew her katana and pushed the metal
tip to his jugular.
"Where do you think you're going." She asked/threatened him. "Um..like.I said, I'm the new manager." Motoko chuckled darkly. "Stop lying demon or face the wrath of my blade once again." "I've felt the wrath of your blade enough times for one lifetime. But, honestly, I would leave if I wasn't
serious."
The next thing Keitaro remembers is hanging from a rope, with a boiling pot of stew underneath him. His clothes have been taken and he now hangs with only his teddy bear boxers. "Wow, if this is what your welcome parties are
like, I can't wait until a birthday." He said sarcasm detector going
through the roof.
"Shutup you baka pervert. You better tell us who sent you or else."
Keitaro half closed his eyes in a bored expression. "The word modest really doesn't apply to you does it?" "Begone you foul, lecherous male." "Whoops, I didn't know it was that time of month." Su came into the room
carrying torches, cannons, not to mention the army of mini tanks arming
nukes behind her. Keitaro tried in vain to swallow his tart comments. "Can you say arsenist?" "Be quiet. Tell us who sent you to spy on Naru-
sempai." Motoko demanded. "Wow, I didn't realize that you had a cult dedicated to you, Naru." He said, snickering at her frustration. "Enough,
I will not let you take Naru Sempai's innocence." "Wow, the lilacs are really blooming now, aren't they?" Keitaro added, continuing his verbal
assault on the less then stable girls. "Enough, Die!" Motoko swipes her blade at him. He pulls back and avoids
getting his head chopped off. Motoko swung again and again, trying
desperately to hit him.
At this moment, Haruka walks in. Keitaro sighs and say "Boy, I never
thought I'd live to see the day I would be so glad that you're here."
"What are you doing to my nephew?" "Wha.he's your nephew?" Naru stammered. "I've been trying to tell you for the past hour or so that I'm the manager. But if you'ld rather hear it from Haruka." Naru turned on Haruka, along with Motoko and Su. Keitaro choose this moment to worm his way out of his binds, away from the boiling pot and sprint to his new room,
flipping over Su's many traps.
|End Flashback|
Keitaro shivered, wondering just how many body parts they planned on stripping him of. After a few anxious moments his Aunt walked in. She looked at him and sighed. "As I thought they would be, they're against having a male manager. I haven't told them that you own Hinata Sou, or else I think they'd skin you alive and taken the deed. Be warned, they have begrudgingly accepted you. Meaning that they're going to try anything to drive you away. Just thought you should know." Haruka walked away, brandishing a new cigarette.
Keitaro stood perfectly still, gazing upon the spot where his final hope had once stood. Deciding that he would have to leave sometime. He crawled out of the room and started to wander. Before he could sit down, the girls confronted him. Naru gave him a mop and broom, Motoko brandished her sword to stop any protests. "Your bath is on the third floor. You can find it. Now get to work, it's the managers duty to take care of his tenants." Keitaro took his new tools, slightly annoyed at the lukewarm welcome, but was scared enough to swallow the scathing comment trying to escape the confines of his throat.
89-Cool title, eh? Anyway, Never Again will be updated really soon, sorry for the wait. I'm not sure about The Wrath of the Wing Knight. It's holy week at my house, I can hardly get in any down time. I hope you've had a merry Christmas, I sure haven't had one. In fact, it's been a @#$%ing bad one. Anyway, I'm not sure how to keep this story going so in any reviews you send, tell me what you want to happen, and If it's novice89 worthy, then I'll put it up. R&R!
Keitaro Urashima, heir to the Hinata Inn, sat dejectedly in a corner of his room, surrounded by his bags, still not unpacked. He sighed, recalling his horrible welcome. When he had showed them the inheritance, he had expected some heated protests, but nothing like what they had done. He shuddered, remembering how they had reacted. 'Something like that scars you for life.' he mused.
|Flashback|
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."
The girls stared at him for a while, then the paper, then burst out laughing. "HA,HA, what a great joke," Naru started, "But seriously what
the hell are you doing back here."
"But honestly, I am the owner." He continued, drawing even more condescending laughter from the girls. Keitaro sighed and began to move forward, planning on explaining himself once they had settled down. His stride had been cut short when Motoko drew her katana and pushed the metal
tip to his jugular.
"Where do you think you're going." She asked/threatened him. "Um..like.I said, I'm the new manager." Motoko chuckled darkly. "Stop lying demon or face the wrath of my blade once again." "I've felt the wrath of your blade enough times for one lifetime. But, honestly, I would leave if I wasn't
serious."
The next thing Keitaro remembers is hanging from a rope, with a boiling pot of stew underneath him. His clothes have been taken and he now hangs with only his teddy bear boxers. "Wow, if this is what your welcome parties are
like, I can't wait until a birthday." He said sarcasm detector going
through the roof.
"Shutup you baka pervert. You better tell us who sent you or else."
Keitaro half closed his eyes in a bored expression. "The word modest really doesn't apply to you does it?" "Begone you foul, lecherous male." "Whoops, I didn't know it was that time of month." Su came into the room
carrying torches, cannons, not to mention the army of mini tanks arming
nukes behind her. Keitaro tried in vain to swallow his tart comments. "Can you say arsenist?" "Be quiet. Tell us who sent you to spy on Naru-
sempai." Motoko demanded. "Wow, I didn't realize that you had a cult dedicated to you, Naru." He said, snickering at her frustration. "Enough,
I will not let you take Naru Sempai's innocence." "Wow, the lilacs are really blooming now, aren't they?" Keitaro added, continuing his verbal
assault on the less then stable girls. "Enough, Die!" Motoko swipes her blade at him. He pulls back and avoids
getting his head chopped off. Motoko swung again and again, trying
desperately to hit him.
At this moment, Haruka walks in. Keitaro sighs and say "Boy, I never
thought I'd live to see the day I would be so glad that you're here."
"What are you doing to my nephew?" "Wha.he's your nephew?" Naru stammered. "I've been trying to tell you for the past hour or so that I'm the manager. But if you'ld rather hear it from Haruka." Naru turned on Haruka, along with Motoko and Su. Keitaro choose this moment to worm his way out of his binds, away from the boiling pot and sprint to his new room,
flipping over Su's many traps.
|End Flashback|
Keitaro shivered, wondering just how many body parts they planned on stripping him of. After a few anxious moments his Aunt walked in. She looked at him and sighed. "As I thought they would be, they're against having a male manager. I haven't told them that you own Hinata Sou, or else I think they'd skin you alive and taken the deed. Be warned, they have begrudgingly accepted you. Meaning that they're going to try anything to drive you away. Just thought you should know." Haruka walked away, brandishing a new cigarette.
Keitaro stood perfectly still, gazing upon the spot where his final hope had once stood. Deciding that he would have to leave sometime. He crawled out of the room and started to wander. Before he could sit down, the girls confronted him. Naru gave him a mop and broom, Motoko brandished her sword to stop any protests. "Your bath is on the third floor. You can find it. Now get to work, it's the managers duty to take care of his tenants." Keitaro took his new tools, slightly annoyed at the lukewarm welcome, but was scared enough to swallow the scathing comment trying to escape the confines of his throat.
