Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina
Keitaro shot up out of his bed. "Noooo!" Sharp gasping breaths rush into his lungs as his heart race to recover form the nightmare. "I.I can't remember." He sighs. The sun peeks over the horizon as the teen folds his sparse bedding and walked out to the courtyard. Around him rose the ancient towers of Shaolin Monastery in its grandiose glory, but he paid no attention to this tranquil beauty of morning as his mind struggles to remember the past, to remember. "Promise."
Clutching his hair he walked aimlessly across the courtyard. "Why! Why can't I remember something that important? Every time I get this dream I forget what it was. It's hopeless." He looks up to the faint veil of clouds going back to the past, to the shadows that hunts him.
"Watch out you idiot!" A heel smash it's way across Keitaro's face.
Reeling the teen turns to receive an elbow to his stomach that throws him into the air. "Urgh!" Looking down Keitaro realize that the ground is quickly rushing toward him, and it is fill with monks, meditating after their practice. "Oh man! I guess I should warn them. Watch out below!" A cloud of dust erupts as the human projectile lands in the field flying monks were seen as the shockwave clears the field.
The head apprentice's footsteps shook the wooden columns as he steps into Grand Master Han's Sanctuary. As he approaches the main chamber his steps lightens slightly. "Mu Wei, what did Keitaro did this time?" A deep weary voice shook the air around the chamber. Falling to his knees the apprentice bows to a modestly robed monk currently contemplating an empty wall. "We both know that he is.a little clumsy."
"A little master? Why are you so tolerant toward that that walking catastrophe? He.he ." Gasping in shock the monk lost control of his breathing and his eyes went into swirls. As soon as the apprentice began to fall the Grand Master was in motion. One hand he push off the mat he sat upon and with the other he sweeps his apprentice up before he could add another bruise to his already battered body. "Keitaro," sigh the old man as he carried the student out to the healer.
Later the monks cautiously gather in the main courtyard, only after Keitaro is firmly immobilized by a few tons of iron-chains and industrial rebar concrete blocks. The Shaolin Temple is known to possess vast stores of martial artist skills, but there is yet to be found one that could protect them from Keitaro's blunderings. As firm believers in release from the cycle of reincarnation, the monks knows that to suffer once from a Keitaro related incident is enough for a life time.
"First he walked into the sparing match between Master Quan, who shouted a warning to him, and Master Jin as if he lost his souls to the devils and blocked Master Quan's Demon Sweeper with his face, then he got in the way of Master Jin's elbow strike to the belly, that launches him into the air." Fully revived by the healer the head apprentice made his healthy lungs well known to all, especially now making his case against Keitaro. "After that he lands himself in the apprentice's practice field, injuring fifteen brothers with his uncoordinated descend. The result, you now see before you, Master." The bandaged man points behind him.
"Yea! And he didn't even apologize!" Shout one monk who now is having his right hand molded into a cast. A stick slaps him from behind.
"You were unconscious Guan Wei! How could you know what you just claimed?" A voice answers from further back.
Foaming at the mouth the monk throws himself at his attacker. "Guan Min. Why are you defending him? He broke your leg!" Wei grasps and yanks his adversary to himself.
"Not everyone here is blinded by the thoughts of revenge. I for once understand that Keitaro didn't mean to cause harm to us. He just couldn't help it been clumsy, absent minded, an unlucky." A half-ton block of stone fell from the sky and flattens Keitaro to the ground. "We all know that he wanders around the temples, contemplating, and helping out. He is probably the nicest guy you could meet anywhere. He always tries to do his best."
"And he always screw up!" Scream Guan Wei as he shook Guan Min violently. "First he threw shit all over me! Then there was the fall statue of Buddha! Right after, he knocks down a tower, a tower on my head. He mistakes alcohol with water, which almost cause the temple to be burnt down when we try to put out the candles. How much more can we take?"
Guan Wei gagged and plies desperately to get his throat free from the perfected dragon claw. "He. Did. Put. out. the. fire. by. himself."
"By knocking over the water tower, and washed everyone out of their beds!"
A soothing voice interrupts the argument. "It seems Keitaro is a boy driven by misfortune. Shouldn't you be more tolerant to his accidents, or simply understand the pain that he is going through? After all it was unintentional." The grip loosen allows Min to take a life giving breath before he passed out.
"Maybe we should teach him some ways to avoid disaster. To tame the wolf is to raise a dog." One master suggested.
Keitaro went all weepy eyed at the words. "I am not a doggy."
"He freaking tornado! You can't deal with natural disasters!" Shouted the master beside him.
"I may have an idea." The speaker tries to hide as the look of shock, amazement, fear, and curiosity fell upon him. Taking a deep breath the boy rose from the back so his trembling voice could be heard. "Keitaro could learn how to balance himself so that he won't trip and land on someone."
"He could learn how to turn corners without bowling someone over." Flash: Keitaro runs, turns the corner and crash into a group of monks. All were knocked out by the impact.
"Yea! And he could learn how to not dump stuff on someone while someone is working."
Flash: Keitaro is carrying the liquid fertilizer for the farm when a few brightly colored birds went by. He turns his head to follow them with his eyes, and the fertilizer follows his shift to drench a monk working in the field. Dumping heated oil on a fellow cook. Dropping rocks trainee's foot.
"And he could certainly learn how to distinguish between flammable and volatile objects so he won't blow someone to hell." Flash: Keitaro was alone handling the supplies in the storage chamber when a monk ran in and shouted for some herbs. Keitaro accidentally replaced the packet of medicine with back powder for matches. There was a flaming monk light show shortly afterwards.
"And he could learn not cut the cold water pipe by accident when someone is taking a bath." A nude monk ran out of the showers screaming in pain as Keitaro tries to fix the pips.
"And he could learn how to shout louder the next time he goes flying toward someone so someone won't have to be his cushion." Everyone nodded.
"And he could learn how to fall without injuries so someone won't have to bandage him up."
"And he could learn how to not knock someone out accidentally so that someone don't need bandaging up!" Many murmur their agreement to that suggestion.
"And most of all he could learn to look at where he is going so he won't barge into situations that could prove dangerous to someone." A dry voice rang from the masters' rank. All high rank members agree to that.
"So, Brother Keitaro will be allowed to learn our martial arts?" The young boy asked. A cold wind blew through the courtyard. Silence was deafening.
"No." All apprentices except him spoke in unisons.
"WHY! We will be a lot safer after he learns."
"We won't live to see the day that happens you idiot!" The boy is blew out of the temple by the combine might of Shaolin Lion Roar Technique.
"The boy is right." The Grand Master said wistfully.
"Master!" Every one looks at him with big sad puppy eyes. "Please don't teach him amongst us!"
"But all of you are right too." The whole temple sighed in relieve. "So I will teach Keitaro myself." A humongous cloud of despair appears over the Shaolin temple.
Somewhere far, far away, a boy named Ryoga sneezed. "It must be a virus."
A mass of monk in various colors of dress slowly crawls after Grand Master Han. "Please master! Don't do it!"
"Yea, Master! Even though he is a nice guy. I don't think I'll survive the pain till he learns control!"
"None of us will live pass teaching Keitaro. We're doomed! Doomed I say!"
Keitaro looks down to the cold hard slabs of stone. "I am useless. No one wants me. If even when I help I fail, then what is my purpose in life?" A gentle hand draws his face up. Grand Master Han smile as he untied Keitaro. "Life is not without its disappointments, some have more, and some have less. To seek release from something like failure or fear doesn't always meant you should run, but to understand it is only parts of yourself that requires change. Change come regardless of ourselves realizing, illusions of permanence blinds the mind from perceiving it, but through effort and clarity you can cut the bonds of mortality to reach true enlightenment. From now on you are my student, and I will try my best to help you overcome your troubles."
Keitaro falls to his knees before his master. "Master Han, I understand your immense promise of enlightenment, however there is but one thing I must do in life." Looking up to the serene gaze of the Buddha's high priest, Keitaro felt as if his soul wishes to burst out in tears. "I want to remember a promise and fulfilling it in this life."
Master Han looks at his newest student with insufferable pity. "How great the tentacles of mortal desires be, to snare your young soul with promises you can't even see?" He grins widely at the surprise on Keitaro's face. "Oh well, you got years ahead of you to realize the truth. I am sure you will find enlightenment, just after stumbling around a few times. After all, you do the impossible as many times as you walk a step."
Keitaro rubs his head as he gets up from his massive face faulting. "You are absolutely right Master."
"Oh and one more thing."
"Yes Master?"
"We need go now before you do more damage to the temple." The man hands Keitaro his pack while slinging his own over his shoulder.
Keitaro looks down at the imprint of his face on the courtyard and sweat dropped. "Okay. I could understand that."
Looking back on his sanctuary the thirteen-year-old boy felt regret flowing through his soul, endless as the sea. He turns and crashes into a monk carrying a massive iron barrel, which stumbles against his fellow and created a chain of human domino. "Lets go Keitaro!" Keitaro hurry to follow his new master.
Keitaro shot up out of his bed. "Noooo!" Sharp gasping breaths rush into his lungs as his heart race to recover form the nightmare. "I.I can't remember." He sighs. The sun peeks over the horizon as the teen folds his sparse bedding and walked out to the courtyard. Around him rose the ancient towers of Shaolin Monastery in its grandiose glory, but he paid no attention to this tranquil beauty of morning as his mind struggles to remember the past, to remember. "Promise."
Clutching his hair he walked aimlessly across the courtyard. "Why! Why can't I remember something that important? Every time I get this dream I forget what it was. It's hopeless." He looks up to the faint veil of clouds going back to the past, to the shadows that hunts him.
"Watch out you idiot!" A heel smash it's way across Keitaro's face.
Reeling the teen turns to receive an elbow to his stomach that throws him into the air. "Urgh!" Looking down Keitaro realize that the ground is quickly rushing toward him, and it is fill with monks, meditating after their practice. "Oh man! I guess I should warn them. Watch out below!" A cloud of dust erupts as the human projectile lands in the field flying monks were seen as the shockwave clears the field.
The head apprentice's footsteps shook the wooden columns as he steps into Grand Master Han's Sanctuary. As he approaches the main chamber his steps lightens slightly. "Mu Wei, what did Keitaro did this time?" A deep weary voice shook the air around the chamber. Falling to his knees the apprentice bows to a modestly robed monk currently contemplating an empty wall. "We both know that he is.a little clumsy."
"A little master? Why are you so tolerant toward that that walking catastrophe? He.he ." Gasping in shock the monk lost control of his breathing and his eyes went into swirls. As soon as the apprentice began to fall the Grand Master was in motion. One hand he push off the mat he sat upon and with the other he sweeps his apprentice up before he could add another bruise to his already battered body. "Keitaro," sigh the old man as he carried the student out to the healer.
Later the monks cautiously gather in the main courtyard, only after Keitaro is firmly immobilized by a few tons of iron-chains and industrial rebar concrete blocks. The Shaolin Temple is known to possess vast stores of martial artist skills, but there is yet to be found one that could protect them from Keitaro's blunderings. As firm believers in release from the cycle of reincarnation, the monks knows that to suffer once from a Keitaro related incident is enough for a life time.
"First he walked into the sparing match between Master Quan, who shouted a warning to him, and Master Jin as if he lost his souls to the devils and blocked Master Quan's Demon Sweeper with his face, then he got in the way of Master Jin's elbow strike to the belly, that launches him into the air." Fully revived by the healer the head apprentice made his healthy lungs well known to all, especially now making his case against Keitaro. "After that he lands himself in the apprentice's practice field, injuring fifteen brothers with his uncoordinated descend. The result, you now see before you, Master." The bandaged man points behind him.
"Yea! And he didn't even apologize!" Shout one monk who now is having his right hand molded into a cast. A stick slaps him from behind.
"You were unconscious Guan Wei! How could you know what you just claimed?" A voice answers from further back.
Foaming at the mouth the monk throws himself at his attacker. "Guan Min. Why are you defending him? He broke your leg!" Wei grasps and yanks his adversary to himself.
"Not everyone here is blinded by the thoughts of revenge. I for once understand that Keitaro didn't mean to cause harm to us. He just couldn't help it been clumsy, absent minded, an unlucky." A half-ton block of stone fell from the sky and flattens Keitaro to the ground. "We all know that he wanders around the temples, contemplating, and helping out. He is probably the nicest guy you could meet anywhere. He always tries to do his best."
"And he always screw up!" Scream Guan Wei as he shook Guan Min violently. "First he threw shit all over me! Then there was the fall statue of Buddha! Right after, he knocks down a tower, a tower on my head. He mistakes alcohol with water, which almost cause the temple to be burnt down when we try to put out the candles. How much more can we take?"
Guan Wei gagged and plies desperately to get his throat free from the perfected dragon claw. "He. Did. Put. out. the. fire. by. himself."
"By knocking over the water tower, and washed everyone out of their beds!"
A soothing voice interrupts the argument. "It seems Keitaro is a boy driven by misfortune. Shouldn't you be more tolerant to his accidents, or simply understand the pain that he is going through? After all it was unintentional." The grip loosen allows Min to take a life giving breath before he passed out.
"Maybe we should teach him some ways to avoid disaster. To tame the wolf is to raise a dog." One master suggested.
Keitaro went all weepy eyed at the words. "I am not a doggy."
"He freaking tornado! You can't deal with natural disasters!" Shouted the master beside him.
"I may have an idea." The speaker tries to hide as the look of shock, amazement, fear, and curiosity fell upon him. Taking a deep breath the boy rose from the back so his trembling voice could be heard. "Keitaro could learn how to balance himself so that he won't trip and land on someone."
"He could learn how to turn corners without bowling someone over." Flash: Keitaro runs, turns the corner and crash into a group of monks. All were knocked out by the impact.
"Yea! And he could learn how to not dump stuff on someone while someone is working."
Flash: Keitaro is carrying the liquid fertilizer for the farm when a few brightly colored birds went by. He turns his head to follow them with his eyes, and the fertilizer follows his shift to drench a monk working in the field. Dumping heated oil on a fellow cook. Dropping rocks trainee's foot.
"And he could certainly learn how to distinguish between flammable and volatile objects so he won't blow someone to hell." Flash: Keitaro was alone handling the supplies in the storage chamber when a monk ran in and shouted for some herbs. Keitaro accidentally replaced the packet of medicine with back powder for matches. There was a flaming monk light show shortly afterwards.
"And he could learn not cut the cold water pipe by accident when someone is taking a bath." A nude monk ran out of the showers screaming in pain as Keitaro tries to fix the pips.
"And he could learn how to shout louder the next time he goes flying toward someone so someone won't have to be his cushion." Everyone nodded.
"And he could learn how to fall without injuries so someone won't have to bandage him up."
"And he could learn how to not knock someone out accidentally so that someone don't need bandaging up!" Many murmur their agreement to that suggestion.
"And most of all he could learn to look at where he is going so he won't barge into situations that could prove dangerous to someone." A dry voice rang from the masters' rank. All high rank members agree to that.
"So, Brother Keitaro will be allowed to learn our martial arts?" The young boy asked. A cold wind blew through the courtyard. Silence was deafening.
"No." All apprentices except him spoke in unisons.
"WHY! We will be a lot safer after he learns."
"We won't live to see the day that happens you idiot!" The boy is blew out of the temple by the combine might of Shaolin Lion Roar Technique.
"The boy is right." The Grand Master said wistfully.
"Master!" Every one looks at him with big sad puppy eyes. "Please don't teach him amongst us!"
"But all of you are right too." The whole temple sighed in relieve. "So I will teach Keitaro myself." A humongous cloud of despair appears over the Shaolin temple.
Somewhere far, far away, a boy named Ryoga sneezed. "It must be a virus."
A mass of monk in various colors of dress slowly crawls after Grand Master Han. "Please master! Don't do it!"
"Yea, Master! Even though he is a nice guy. I don't think I'll survive the pain till he learns control!"
"None of us will live pass teaching Keitaro. We're doomed! Doomed I say!"
Keitaro looks down to the cold hard slabs of stone. "I am useless. No one wants me. If even when I help I fail, then what is my purpose in life?" A gentle hand draws his face up. Grand Master Han smile as he untied Keitaro. "Life is not without its disappointments, some have more, and some have less. To seek release from something like failure or fear doesn't always meant you should run, but to understand it is only parts of yourself that requires change. Change come regardless of ourselves realizing, illusions of permanence blinds the mind from perceiving it, but through effort and clarity you can cut the bonds of mortality to reach true enlightenment. From now on you are my student, and I will try my best to help you overcome your troubles."
Keitaro falls to his knees before his master. "Master Han, I understand your immense promise of enlightenment, however there is but one thing I must do in life." Looking up to the serene gaze of the Buddha's high priest, Keitaro felt as if his soul wishes to burst out in tears. "I want to remember a promise and fulfilling it in this life."
Master Han looks at his newest student with insufferable pity. "How great the tentacles of mortal desires be, to snare your young soul with promises you can't even see?" He grins widely at the surprise on Keitaro's face. "Oh well, you got years ahead of you to realize the truth. I am sure you will find enlightenment, just after stumbling around a few times. After all, you do the impossible as many times as you walk a step."
Keitaro rubs his head as he gets up from his massive face faulting. "You are absolutely right Master."
"Oh and one more thing."
"Yes Master?"
"We need go now before you do more damage to the temple." The man hands Keitaro his pack while slinging his own over his shoulder.
Keitaro looks down at the imprint of his face on the courtyard and sweat dropped. "Okay. I could understand that."
Looking back on his sanctuary the thirteen-year-old boy felt regret flowing through his soul, endless as the sea. He turns and crashes into a monk carrying a massive iron barrel, which stumbles against his fellow and created a chain of human domino. "Lets go Keitaro!" Keitaro hurry to follow his new master.