Disclaimer – I don't own any of the Love Hina characters, they belong to
Ken Akamatsu, however, my character is of my own creation though. I also
don't own any of the Linkin Park songs in this. This story takes place 1
year after the manga ends and after the first few paragraphs; it will
switch from 3rd person narrative to 1st person P.O.V. Well let's get this
shindig started kupos.
/ This is a thought/
\/*\/*\/*\/ This is a dream or memory\/*\/*\/*\/
Chapter 1 – Memories
The stranger pushed onwards up the steps leading to the front of Hinata House, all the while the rain beating down his tattered body. It fell, intertwining with the steady rain of crimson that flowed freely from his body. His hair was dark brown, blood flowing from it down his face between two eyes with jet-black pupils, down the side of his nose and past the grimace that his mouth was set in. He looked young, possibly sixteen or seventeen at most. He was carrying a duffle bag on his right, trying to brace it with his left hand as he limped up the long granite stairway.
After what seemed and felt like an eternity to him, he finally reached the top of the stairway, a grim smile appearing slowly on his face. The place he had been trying to reach for so long was so close now that it looked like he could almost reach out and take hold of it. He lifted his left arm out towards it as he took limped another step forward towards the front door. "Hin...a...ta..." He said before he lost consciousness and hit the ground with a loud thud.
"...And I was like, 'Mom! I not going to settle down until I'm outta Tokyo U and I want to!' Sometimes she just doesn't get it." Said a darkly tanned girl to her friend as they emerged from the front of Hinata House, opening an umbrella above their heads.
"So what should we go-" Her friend, also a girl but lighter than her, said before a gasp escaped her lips as she saw the stranger lying on the path. Their eyes widened immediately as soon as they saw him, lying there in a pool of his own blood that slowly flowed down the steps behind him.
"Is...is he d...d...dead?" Asked the darkly tanned girl, shock and fear of the mysterious stranger in front of them stopping her from walking any farther.
"I...I d...don't know. Quick...get Se...Sempai." Said the lighter girl as she took a small step forward. She just stood there for a moment until she had enough courage to walk all the way over to him and check on him. His pulse was extremely slow but steadily rhythmic in his veins and shallow breath was escaping his lungs every few moments. The winter rain kept falling, washing his blood away from the wounds that it continually flowed from.
***
I opened my eyes slowly, pain flaring up from every square inch of my body. I grunted and then opened my eyes the rest of the way, a wooden ceiling above me.
"Mitsumi, get the others! He's awake!" Shouted a feminine voice from somewhere beside me. I turned my head as far as I could, pain tearing at my neck from inside my worn and wounded body. I saw the speaker, a girl of about sixteen in glasses, a pair of jeans, and a white blouse sitting on a mat about three feet away from me. She was about six inches shorter than me and had a light tan that perfectly complemented her long dark brown hair that fell to about her waist.
"Hello there. I'm Ema." She said with a smile that radiated of warmth and kindness, so welcoming and friendly that it put me at ease immediately.
I tried to move my left arm but the pain flared even more than it had when I had first awoke, bringing a grimace to my face as I laid back down on what felt like a futon mat. I just turned my head back to where she was and smiled weakly, hardly any strength left in me.
The sound of a door opening behind me caught my attention but I could not see who it was because of the wounds and bandages all over my broken body. Luckily, the people who had entered walked to the side of the futon I was on and then kneeled down over me. There were eight women of various ages and one man that looked about twenty-five or thirty.
"Thanks for watching him, Ema." The man said as he adjusted the glasses that he was wearing around his face. He turned his attention back down to me after a moment and then scratched his head with his left hand. "Well, welcome to Hinata House I guess." He said with a chuckle.
"Keitaro! You're joking at a time like this?! Sometimes I really wonder," Said the woman on his left side, a beautiful woman about the same age as he was. She had sandy brown hair that fell to about the middle of her back, "Well since it seems my husband doesn't know what to say right now, I'll start the introductions. I'm Naru Urashima and the idiot next to me is my husband Keitaro."
The next girl to introduce herself was sitting on the Keitaro's right about two people down. She was very tan, like an islander, and despite her woman- like figure there was a very youthful appearance and energy coming from her. There was something that just shouted life about her. "I'm Su! This is Keitaro's room you're in." She said with a wide smile on her face.
The introductions continued down the row of girls until I had met all eight of them besides Ema. I tried to sit up again but the pain kept forcing me back down so I just decided to stay where I was for now.
"My name is..." I said, my voice trailing off as I realized one of the most frightening things that I learned that day. I did not have any knowledge whatsoever of who I was or how I had gotten here and why I was in bandages. I had no knowledge or memories at all. "My name is..." It was I could say.
They all looked down at me with either curiosity, pity, or in the case of Kanako and Motoko, distrust. Keitaro was the first one to speak after a few moments of awkward silence in the room. "Well I guess that you don't know who you are. Not surprising that you have amnesia considering the severity of these wounds." He said. "It looks like you'll be staying here for a while so is there anything that you need?"
"...A pair of crutches and some clothes, please." I said, not really open because right now I was afraid and the distrust that Kanako and Motoko were showing me was reciprocated from me. The only one in there that I felt I could trust was Ema.
After the rest of the residents of Hinata House had left, Ema walked over to the futon and set down, a duffle bag beside her. She was still smiling but now it seemed like she had become nervous, possibly because of the duffle bag I thought. "We found it beside you so we think that it's yours." She said, pushing the bag towards me so that it was within my reach. "...I'm sorry that you can't remember anything."
I was comforted by her concern and care; it was not something I had been expecting from anyone here because I was a stranger, even to myself. "It's alright. Whatever happened to me, I guess that I'm actually rather glad that I can't remember how I got like this." I replied with a smile that quickly turned into a grimace as I forced my body to sit up. The pain was like being impaled with thousands of knives covered in salt, burning and tearing at my flesh from within.
I reached over and unzipped the duffle back then started looking through it for any information that could tell me who I was. Inside were a few pairs of pants, mostly baggy blue jeans, as well as a few shirts of various colors. Along with them was a CD player with two CDs beside it and one inside it, none of them labeled. Out of all of these dull items, two items that I found at the bottom of the bag caught my attention and kept me fixated on them, a short-sword about three feet long and a dagger about a foot and a half long. Both were set in black sheathes and from the markings and design on the outside looked to be of the same make and design.
I picked up the two weapons one at a time, bracing myself with my left hand to keep from falling back down. The weapons felt light and did not seem to cause me any discomfort holding them, a good sign to me. After examining them, I set them back inside the back then zipped it back up, turning my attention back to Ema.
Her eyes had widened from the surprise of seeing the two blades but she was good at hiding it and quickly came up with something to say, "Does...Does any of it help out?" She asked.
"Not the least. It doesn't look like there is anything in there that will help me out with my memories." I said as I sat up fully, the blanket covering me falling off my chest and revealing a web of a myriad of blood stained bandages. The pain struck again, flaring up like a fire within my body and causing me to grunt loudly at the pain.
"You shouldn't be moving around yet because your body hasn't had enough time to begin healing properly. Get some rest and give your wounds time to heal, I'll be back later to check on you." She said as she gently pushed me back down on the futon and pulled the blanket back over my body then left. She had seemed to have gotten even more nervous than before in those last moments before she left.
/Was it something I said?/ I asked myself as I closed my eyes and slowly drifted back into the land of dreams.
\/*\/*\/*\/
"I've got to run away from them, they don't care or they wouldn't have dragged me away from home." I said to myself softly as I packed my duffle back quickly then slung it over my shoulder. The door stood slightly ajar so I peeked out and made sure that they were still in the front room. I didn't recognize the people I was trying to escape from but my dream self seemed to know them all to well. As soon as it was clear they didn't suspect anything, I pushed open the window silently and climbed out onto the balcony outside.
I worked my way methodically over to the low rooftop that I could jump down and escape from. My feet reached solid ground a moment later as I snuck over to the gate that led to my freedom. Something out front of this house I was trying to escape from caught my attention so I decided to check out what it was.
A car had pulled into the driveway and two well-built men emerged from it, dressed in dark clothing. They walked up to the front door, both reaching into their right pant pockets. The one in front knocked and a woman answered, dressed in a pair of sweats because of the cold winter weather. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" She asked.
"Yes. Are you Rei Crowe?" Asked the one who had knocked after he took a step forward towards her.
"Why yes I am." She replied with detachment in her voice. "What is it you need?"
The man closest to her pulled a silenced pistol from his right pocket and held it to her chest with a smile. "Call your husband for us and then turn around." He answered. She did as he told her to then he walked up and pressed the gun to her back. The man who I assumed to be her husband came up to the door and greeted the men, much like his wife had done.
"Yes Rei? What is it?" He asked his wife who looked like she was nearly at the point of tears with fear. The other man stepped forward and pulled a similar silenced pistol from his pocket and pressed it to the head of the woman's husband.
"You can die for us. Mr. Sagara sends his regards." He said with a smile before pulling the trigger. The man fell over dead, his wife following him a moment later after being executed in the same manner. The two murders dragged their bodies back into the house and then walked back outside a few moments afterwards.
"Find their son and finish up the job. You know where I'll be waiting." Said the one who had shot the woman to his partner. All I could do was stare in horror at the sight of what they had just done, numbness overtaking my body.
\/*\/*\/*\/
"Wake up! Come on kid, don't you die on me!" Shouted Keitaro as he pushed in my chest with amazing force. "Damnit kid! Wake up!"
I opened my eyes again slowly, numbness in every part of my body and any strength I had before gone. The residents of Hinata House were all kneeling over me, eyes wide with fear.
"Whahappened..." I slurred, my words weak and jumbled together. It felt like my body weighed tons and I felt so weak that I couldn't even lift up my own arm. It was not a feeling I liked at all.
"Ema came in to check on you and you weren't breathing so we checked your pulse." The swordswoman, Motoko I remember her being called, answered. "You were flat-lining for more than three minutes. What happened?" I was afraid of telling them about what I had just seen in the dream that looked and felt so real but I figured I could trust them so I decided to.
"I had a dream...A dream that might have been more than just a regular dream..." I said, fear in me as it returned to my thoughts. /What if that wasn't just a dream? What if it was something more?/
/ This is a thought/
\/*\/*\/*\/ This is a dream or memory\/*\/*\/*\/
Chapter 1 – Memories
The stranger pushed onwards up the steps leading to the front of Hinata House, all the while the rain beating down his tattered body. It fell, intertwining with the steady rain of crimson that flowed freely from his body. His hair was dark brown, blood flowing from it down his face between two eyes with jet-black pupils, down the side of his nose and past the grimace that his mouth was set in. He looked young, possibly sixteen or seventeen at most. He was carrying a duffle bag on his right, trying to brace it with his left hand as he limped up the long granite stairway.
After what seemed and felt like an eternity to him, he finally reached the top of the stairway, a grim smile appearing slowly on his face. The place he had been trying to reach for so long was so close now that it looked like he could almost reach out and take hold of it. He lifted his left arm out towards it as he took limped another step forward towards the front door. "Hin...a...ta..." He said before he lost consciousness and hit the ground with a loud thud.
"...And I was like, 'Mom! I not going to settle down until I'm outta Tokyo U and I want to!' Sometimes she just doesn't get it." Said a darkly tanned girl to her friend as they emerged from the front of Hinata House, opening an umbrella above their heads.
"So what should we go-" Her friend, also a girl but lighter than her, said before a gasp escaped her lips as she saw the stranger lying on the path. Their eyes widened immediately as soon as they saw him, lying there in a pool of his own blood that slowly flowed down the steps behind him.
"Is...is he d...d...dead?" Asked the darkly tanned girl, shock and fear of the mysterious stranger in front of them stopping her from walking any farther.
"I...I d...don't know. Quick...get Se...Sempai." Said the lighter girl as she took a small step forward. She just stood there for a moment until she had enough courage to walk all the way over to him and check on him. His pulse was extremely slow but steadily rhythmic in his veins and shallow breath was escaping his lungs every few moments. The winter rain kept falling, washing his blood away from the wounds that it continually flowed from.
***
I opened my eyes slowly, pain flaring up from every square inch of my body. I grunted and then opened my eyes the rest of the way, a wooden ceiling above me.
"Mitsumi, get the others! He's awake!" Shouted a feminine voice from somewhere beside me. I turned my head as far as I could, pain tearing at my neck from inside my worn and wounded body. I saw the speaker, a girl of about sixteen in glasses, a pair of jeans, and a white blouse sitting on a mat about three feet away from me. She was about six inches shorter than me and had a light tan that perfectly complemented her long dark brown hair that fell to about her waist.
"Hello there. I'm Ema." She said with a smile that radiated of warmth and kindness, so welcoming and friendly that it put me at ease immediately.
I tried to move my left arm but the pain flared even more than it had when I had first awoke, bringing a grimace to my face as I laid back down on what felt like a futon mat. I just turned my head back to where she was and smiled weakly, hardly any strength left in me.
The sound of a door opening behind me caught my attention but I could not see who it was because of the wounds and bandages all over my broken body. Luckily, the people who had entered walked to the side of the futon I was on and then kneeled down over me. There were eight women of various ages and one man that looked about twenty-five or thirty.
"Thanks for watching him, Ema." The man said as he adjusted the glasses that he was wearing around his face. He turned his attention back down to me after a moment and then scratched his head with his left hand. "Well, welcome to Hinata House I guess." He said with a chuckle.
"Keitaro! You're joking at a time like this?! Sometimes I really wonder," Said the woman on his left side, a beautiful woman about the same age as he was. She had sandy brown hair that fell to about the middle of her back, "Well since it seems my husband doesn't know what to say right now, I'll start the introductions. I'm Naru Urashima and the idiot next to me is my husband Keitaro."
The next girl to introduce herself was sitting on the Keitaro's right about two people down. She was very tan, like an islander, and despite her woman- like figure there was a very youthful appearance and energy coming from her. There was something that just shouted life about her. "I'm Su! This is Keitaro's room you're in." She said with a wide smile on her face.
The introductions continued down the row of girls until I had met all eight of them besides Ema. I tried to sit up again but the pain kept forcing me back down so I just decided to stay where I was for now.
"My name is..." I said, my voice trailing off as I realized one of the most frightening things that I learned that day. I did not have any knowledge whatsoever of who I was or how I had gotten here and why I was in bandages. I had no knowledge or memories at all. "My name is..." It was I could say.
They all looked down at me with either curiosity, pity, or in the case of Kanako and Motoko, distrust. Keitaro was the first one to speak after a few moments of awkward silence in the room. "Well I guess that you don't know who you are. Not surprising that you have amnesia considering the severity of these wounds." He said. "It looks like you'll be staying here for a while so is there anything that you need?"
"...A pair of crutches and some clothes, please." I said, not really open because right now I was afraid and the distrust that Kanako and Motoko were showing me was reciprocated from me. The only one in there that I felt I could trust was Ema.
After the rest of the residents of Hinata House had left, Ema walked over to the futon and set down, a duffle bag beside her. She was still smiling but now it seemed like she had become nervous, possibly because of the duffle bag I thought. "We found it beside you so we think that it's yours." She said, pushing the bag towards me so that it was within my reach. "...I'm sorry that you can't remember anything."
I was comforted by her concern and care; it was not something I had been expecting from anyone here because I was a stranger, even to myself. "It's alright. Whatever happened to me, I guess that I'm actually rather glad that I can't remember how I got like this." I replied with a smile that quickly turned into a grimace as I forced my body to sit up. The pain was like being impaled with thousands of knives covered in salt, burning and tearing at my flesh from within.
I reached over and unzipped the duffle back then started looking through it for any information that could tell me who I was. Inside were a few pairs of pants, mostly baggy blue jeans, as well as a few shirts of various colors. Along with them was a CD player with two CDs beside it and one inside it, none of them labeled. Out of all of these dull items, two items that I found at the bottom of the bag caught my attention and kept me fixated on them, a short-sword about three feet long and a dagger about a foot and a half long. Both were set in black sheathes and from the markings and design on the outside looked to be of the same make and design.
I picked up the two weapons one at a time, bracing myself with my left hand to keep from falling back down. The weapons felt light and did not seem to cause me any discomfort holding them, a good sign to me. After examining them, I set them back inside the back then zipped it back up, turning my attention back to Ema.
Her eyes had widened from the surprise of seeing the two blades but she was good at hiding it and quickly came up with something to say, "Does...Does any of it help out?" She asked.
"Not the least. It doesn't look like there is anything in there that will help me out with my memories." I said as I sat up fully, the blanket covering me falling off my chest and revealing a web of a myriad of blood stained bandages. The pain struck again, flaring up like a fire within my body and causing me to grunt loudly at the pain.
"You shouldn't be moving around yet because your body hasn't had enough time to begin healing properly. Get some rest and give your wounds time to heal, I'll be back later to check on you." She said as she gently pushed me back down on the futon and pulled the blanket back over my body then left. She had seemed to have gotten even more nervous than before in those last moments before she left.
/Was it something I said?/ I asked myself as I closed my eyes and slowly drifted back into the land of dreams.
\/*\/*\/*\/
"I've got to run away from them, they don't care or they wouldn't have dragged me away from home." I said to myself softly as I packed my duffle back quickly then slung it over my shoulder. The door stood slightly ajar so I peeked out and made sure that they were still in the front room. I didn't recognize the people I was trying to escape from but my dream self seemed to know them all to well. As soon as it was clear they didn't suspect anything, I pushed open the window silently and climbed out onto the balcony outside.
I worked my way methodically over to the low rooftop that I could jump down and escape from. My feet reached solid ground a moment later as I snuck over to the gate that led to my freedom. Something out front of this house I was trying to escape from caught my attention so I decided to check out what it was.
A car had pulled into the driveway and two well-built men emerged from it, dressed in dark clothing. They walked up to the front door, both reaching into their right pant pockets. The one in front knocked and a woman answered, dressed in a pair of sweats because of the cold winter weather. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" She asked.
"Yes. Are you Rei Crowe?" Asked the one who had knocked after he took a step forward towards her.
"Why yes I am." She replied with detachment in her voice. "What is it you need?"
The man closest to her pulled a silenced pistol from his right pocket and held it to her chest with a smile. "Call your husband for us and then turn around." He answered. She did as he told her to then he walked up and pressed the gun to her back. The man who I assumed to be her husband came up to the door and greeted the men, much like his wife had done.
"Yes Rei? What is it?" He asked his wife who looked like she was nearly at the point of tears with fear. The other man stepped forward and pulled a similar silenced pistol from his pocket and pressed it to the head of the woman's husband.
"You can die for us. Mr. Sagara sends his regards." He said with a smile before pulling the trigger. The man fell over dead, his wife following him a moment later after being executed in the same manner. The two murders dragged their bodies back into the house and then walked back outside a few moments afterwards.
"Find their son and finish up the job. You know where I'll be waiting." Said the one who had shot the woman to his partner. All I could do was stare in horror at the sight of what they had just done, numbness overtaking my body.
\/*\/*\/*\/
"Wake up! Come on kid, don't you die on me!" Shouted Keitaro as he pushed in my chest with amazing force. "Damnit kid! Wake up!"
I opened my eyes again slowly, numbness in every part of my body and any strength I had before gone. The residents of Hinata House were all kneeling over me, eyes wide with fear.
"Whahappened..." I slurred, my words weak and jumbled together. It felt like my body weighed tons and I felt so weak that I couldn't even lift up my own arm. It was not a feeling I liked at all.
"Ema came in to check on you and you weren't breathing so we checked your pulse." The swordswoman, Motoko I remember her being called, answered. "You were flat-lining for more than three minutes. What happened?" I was afraid of telling them about what I had just seen in the dream that looked and felt so real but I figured I could trust them so I decided to.
"I had a dream...A dream that might have been more than just a regular dream..." I said, fear in me as it returned to my thoughts. /What if that wasn't just a dream? What if it was something more?/
