Chapter 6 - Welcome to Hinata Sou
A/N - Sorry for the long time no update, but here's chapter 6!
The morning came by and greeted all of Hinata Sou's residents. Keitaro was the first to awake and look around. Kitsune next, then Naru, and so on. Sara immediately pulled out a stone sculpture, and hurled it at Keitaro, who ducked, out of habit, of course. This went on for a while before Keitaro gave up and let the American pummel him with stones, remaining still and unmoving at the kitchen table. Shinobu started breakfast and Naru talked with Kitsune while Motoko started her morning exercises. Su was nowhere to be found. Overall this Sunday morning was relatively calm, really calm, unnaturally calm, like the calm before the storm. Keitaro gulped, his vision suddenly red, looking around trying to find some source of danger, completely canceling out Sara, her already causing him grief.
Then he saw it, a burly man followed by a distraught looking woman. Naru saw it too, and went to greet them. Suddenly everything went slow and he couldn't hear anything. He saw them look at them with disgusted looks, Naru was no exception either. He backed away, a look of terror on his face. Suddenly, the man was upon him yelling something incoherent.
"WHY YOU PIECE OF SCUM! HOW DARE YOU TAKE OUR POOR INNOCENT CHILD FROM US, TO COME HERE TO YOUR HOME AND MOLEST HER! I'll KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" The man's fists started to fly. Keitaro's survival instincts kicks in and soon he is frantically dodging, ducking and appearing somewhere else like a bop the weasel machine, only without the machine of the weasel. Keitaro slowly started getting his senses back. He ducked one more time and asked; "What did I do? Who are you?"
The man started pummeling him even faster. "What do you mean what did I do? Where were you last afternoon? Huh, you little @#$%!" Keitaro though for a while and answered, "Downtown Tokyo. Why?"
The man stopped for a minute, looking perplexed. "I am Shinobu's father, whe went missing yesterday and people say they saw you taking her here." Keitaro looked at the man for a minute, then sighed and sat down. "Jeez, someone must really hate me up there." He muttered. Motioning for the seats, he said, "Why don't you sit down." The man and his wife sat down, but Naru stood shooting daggers at him, despite all logic, considering he had explained this to her yesterday.
"I am Urashima Keitaro, kanrinnin of Hinata Sou. Which is incidentally an all-girls dorm now. A couple of days ago, I lost my notebook, and Shinobu, your daughter, found it. Yesterday, I met her at a tea shop, and, seeing as how she looked really distraught and uncomfortable, I offered her to come here. After a while of talking, Naru here, barged in and punched me, sending me in to the Tokyo region, and the rest is irrelevant. She is in the kitchen. She's making breakfast for unknown reasons, I nor any of my tenants have forced her to do anything at all. If you want, you can just go and get her. Is there anything else you need cleared up?"
The man and his wife sat still and shook their heads. "Er.sorry for trying to hit you and all." The man sheepishly replied. "No problem, it's a common occurrence at this point. Why I'm not dead yet is beyond me." With this done and said Keitaro stood up and left the room, throwing a glance at Naru who was now acting kind of lost.
An hour later, Keitaro walked down the stairs in blue jeans and a white work shirt. He had just finished waxing the floors, cleaning the windows and doing the laundry. He came down for some late breakfast. He expected everyone to be finishing their breakfast, departing to do whatever it was that they do. What he found was a crying Shinobu, a pleading Shinobu's mother, and an angry Shinobu's father. On the sidelines stood Naru, Kitsune, and Motoko, shielding Sara and Su.
Keitaro watched awhile before stepping in. To him, it seemed as if Shinobu's parents were trying to get her to go home, but Shinobu wanted to stay. "Hold it for a sec, just calm down." He said softly. Shinobu quickly took refuge behind Keitaro and her parents started to pummel him accusations. "It's all your fault that she wont come home." "What did you do to my sweet innocent Shinobu, you monster." On and on, this went, until he had had enough. "ALRIGHT! Now what is going on?" He said rather loudly.
"She wont come back to us, what did you do to her? This isn't our sweet compliant Shinobu." Keitaro raised his eyebrows and slowly turned. He looked down at the tear stricken Shinobu, "well?", he said carefully.
At this Shinobu burst into even more tears as Keitaro looked down on her. He kneeled next to her and grasped her shoulders comfortingly, and asked, "C'mon, is it true?"
Shinobu shakily nodded, and burst into even more tears. "Why?" Keitaro asked, now curious. Before she could talk, her mother suggested that they talk somewhere more private. Keitaro, catching on, nodded and lead them to the landlords room, a somber and dejected trailing behind him. The trip was taken in silence, the only noise now of the hushed voices of the tenants and the pitter-patter of the now cascading raindrops. (It's like the gods are giving me yet another bad omen, great, just wonderful) Keitaro thought sarcastically.
Two sets of stairs found the group in Keitaro's room, all sitting at his table. Shinobu and Keitaro sat on one side facing her parents on the other. Her mother began.
"You see, me and my husband, Shinobus father have been having some problems, and think that It's time we separated. We own a little café downtown and I planned on selling it so that me and Shinobu could go to Kyoto. There, our divorce would finalize, but Shinobu's spent so much time in Hinata that she can't bear the thought of leaving. But, as much as I hate it, it has to be done, because this sleepy little town holds to many bad memories for us."
(Jeez, they talk as if she's not even here, no wonder she doesn't want to leave.) Keitaro stayed thoughtful for a second, absorbing the info. He glanced at Shinobu, who was looking pleadingly at him. (Can't let her go, she'd probably grow up to be a miserable, bitter woman, but can't let her stay.or can I?)
"Mrs. Maehera, I know, in truth it's none of my business, but it seems that, if she really doesn't want to go, it's better to let her stay. I know you're short on cash, but if you want, she could stay here and pay her rent in chores. Before you say no, just think, something like this could scar her for life, completely change her into some kind of monster on the inside." Keitaro suggested.
"What, are you saying we're bad parents? Who the hell are you to say that?" Shinobu's father bellowed, crushing the look of hope that had started to manifest itself in Shinobu's eyes. "Why I oughta." Then it happened, Mr. Maehera swung at Keitaro as Shinobu collapsed and her mother screamed. The fist collided with Keitaro's face, letting it's momentum launch him into the thin wall surrounding his room.
Then, suddenly, defying all sense of logic and years upon years of medical inquiry, He jumped up, a frown the only remnants of his 'journey'. "Sir I wasn't insinuating anything, but I honestly think that Shinobu should stay here. I said, all she'd have to do is help with the cooking and laundry."
Of course, this wasn't the way to go with a pissed father. He reared back once again .
A/N - Sorry for the long time no update, but here's chapter 6!
The morning came by and greeted all of Hinata Sou's residents. Keitaro was the first to awake and look around. Kitsune next, then Naru, and so on. Sara immediately pulled out a stone sculpture, and hurled it at Keitaro, who ducked, out of habit, of course. This went on for a while before Keitaro gave up and let the American pummel him with stones, remaining still and unmoving at the kitchen table. Shinobu started breakfast and Naru talked with Kitsune while Motoko started her morning exercises. Su was nowhere to be found. Overall this Sunday morning was relatively calm, really calm, unnaturally calm, like the calm before the storm. Keitaro gulped, his vision suddenly red, looking around trying to find some source of danger, completely canceling out Sara, her already causing him grief.
Then he saw it, a burly man followed by a distraught looking woman. Naru saw it too, and went to greet them. Suddenly everything went slow and he couldn't hear anything. He saw them look at them with disgusted looks, Naru was no exception either. He backed away, a look of terror on his face. Suddenly, the man was upon him yelling something incoherent.
"WHY YOU PIECE OF SCUM! HOW DARE YOU TAKE OUR POOR INNOCENT CHILD FROM US, TO COME HERE TO YOUR HOME AND MOLEST HER! I'll KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" The man's fists started to fly. Keitaro's survival instincts kicks in and soon he is frantically dodging, ducking and appearing somewhere else like a bop the weasel machine, only without the machine of the weasel. Keitaro slowly started getting his senses back. He ducked one more time and asked; "What did I do? Who are you?"
The man started pummeling him even faster. "What do you mean what did I do? Where were you last afternoon? Huh, you little @#$%!" Keitaro though for a while and answered, "Downtown Tokyo. Why?"
The man stopped for a minute, looking perplexed. "I am Shinobu's father, whe went missing yesterday and people say they saw you taking her here." Keitaro looked at the man for a minute, then sighed and sat down. "Jeez, someone must really hate me up there." He muttered. Motioning for the seats, he said, "Why don't you sit down." The man and his wife sat down, but Naru stood shooting daggers at him, despite all logic, considering he had explained this to her yesterday.
"I am Urashima Keitaro, kanrinnin of Hinata Sou. Which is incidentally an all-girls dorm now. A couple of days ago, I lost my notebook, and Shinobu, your daughter, found it. Yesterday, I met her at a tea shop, and, seeing as how she looked really distraught and uncomfortable, I offered her to come here. After a while of talking, Naru here, barged in and punched me, sending me in to the Tokyo region, and the rest is irrelevant. She is in the kitchen. She's making breakfast for unknown reasons, I nor any of my tenants have forced her to do anything at all. If you want, you can just go and get her. Is there anything else you need cleared up?"
The man and his wife sat still and shook their heads. "Er.sorry for trying to hit you and all." The man sheepishly replied. "No problem, it's a common occurrence at this point. Why I'm not dead yet is beyond me." With this done and said Keitaro stood up and left the room, throwing a glance at Naru who was now acting kind of lost.
An hour later, Keitaro walked down the stairs in blue jeans and a white work shirt. He had just finished waxing the floors, cleaning the windows and doing the laundry. He came down for some late breakfast. He expected everyone to be finishing their breakfast, departing to do whatever it was that they do. What he found was a crying Shinobu, a pleading Shinobu's mother, and an angry Shinobu's father. On the sidelines stood Naru, Kitsune, and Motoko, shielding Sara and Su.
Keitaro watched awhile before stepping in. To him, it seemed as if Shinobu's parents were trying to get her to go home, but Shinobu wanted to stay. "Hold it for a sec, just calm down." He said softly. Shinobu quickly took refuge behind Keitaro and her parents started to pummel him accusations. "It's all your fault that she wont come home." "What did you do to my sweet innocent Shinobu, you monster." On and on, this went, until he had had enough. "ALRIGHT! Now what is going on?" He said rather loudly.
"She wont come back to us, what did you do to her? This isn't our sweet compliant Shinobu." Keitaro raised his eyebrows and slowly turned. He looked down at the tear stricken Shinobu, "well?", he said carefully.
At this Shinobu burst into even more tears as Keitaro looked down on her. He kneeled next to her and grasped her shoulders comfortingly, and asked, "C'mon, is it true?"
Shinobu shakily nodded, and burst into even more tears. "Why?" Keitaro asked, now curious. Before she could talk, her mother suggested that they talk somewhere more private. Keitaro, catching on, nodded and lead them to the landlords room, a somber and dejected trailing behind him. The trip was taken in silence, the only noise now of the hushed voices of the tenants and the pitter-patter of the now cascading raindrops. (It's like the gods are giving me yet another bad omen, great, just wonderful) Keitaro thought sarcastically.
Two sets of stairs found the group in Keitaro's room, all sitting at his table. Shinobu and Keitaro sat on one side facing her parents on the other. Her mother began.
"You see, me and my husband, Shinobus father have been having some problems, and think that It's time we separated. We own a little café downtown and I planned on selling it so that me and Shinobu could go to Kyoto. There, our divorce would finalize, but Shinobu's spent so much time in Hinata that she can't bear the thought of leaving. But, as much as I hate it, it has to be done, because this sleepy little town holds to many bad memories for us."
(Jeez, they talk as if she's not even here, no wonder she doesn't want to leave.) Keitaro stayed thoughtful for a second, absorbing the info. He glanced at Shinobu, who was looking pleadingly at him. (Can't let her go, she'd probably grow up to be a miserable, bitter woman, but can't let her stay.or can I?)
"Mrs. Maehera, I know, in truth it's none of my business, but it seems that, if she really doesn't want to go, it's better to let her stay. I know you're short on cash, but if you want, she could stay here and pay her rent in chores. Before you say no, just think, something like this could scar her for life, completely change her into some kind of monster on the inside." Keitaro suggested.
"What, are you saying we're bad parents? Who the hell are you to say that?" Shinobu's father bellowed, crushing the look of hope that had started to manifest itself in Shinobu's eyes. "Why I oughta." Then it happened, Mr. Maehera swung at Keitaro as Shinobu collapsed and her mother screamed. The fist collided with Keitaro's face, letting it's momentum launch him into the thin wall surrounding his room.
Then, suddenly, defying all sense of logic and years upon years of medical inquiry, He jumped up, a frown the only remnants of his 'journey'. "Sir I wasn't insinuating anything, but I honestly think that Shinobu should stay here. I said, all she'd have to do is help with the cooking and laundry."
Of course, this wasn't the way to go with a pissed father. He reared back once again .
