Disclaimer: I really shouldn't be writing any of this. The characters

in the story aren't mine, you see. I can't help myself, though. Please

understand. It's not like I'm making any money by writing this anyway.

Please don't sue.

Warning: Kinda limey, but that's to be expected in a Love Hina fic.

"words"

'thoughts'

Growing Attached

by Jose Argao

"You know, when two people who love each other go to Todai

together, they'll live happily ever after. Let's meet there when we

grow older, okay? Can you do that, Kei-kun?"

Keitaro turned towards the girl who had been his friend as a

child and nodded excitedly. He would go through the gates of hell and

smash Mephisto's Soul Stone on the Hellforge if she wanted him to.

Going to Todai was nothing. Of course he could go.

"That's great, Kei-kun. Don't forget your promise!"

At that, the girl leaned towards Keitaro and gave him a

small peck on the cheek. A friendly kiss to seal a promise that would

shape the rest of one young man's life. Keitaro shyly closed his eyes

and blushed bright red.

"Keitaro, we did it! We passed!"

Keitaro opened his eyes and looked his surroundings. He was

no longer five years old. He was no longer at the playground near the

Hinatasou. He was standing in front of the bulletin boards that listed

the students who passed Tokyo University's entrance exams, and his

name was right there on the list! Naru, Mutsumi, and the rest of the

residents of Hinatasou were standing around him, smiling with approval.

Naru slowly approached him and shook his hand firmly.

"Congratulations, Keitaro. You've earned this."

Suddenly, Keitaro found himself the recipient of a huge

group-hug from the girls. He became acutely aware of the close contact

between them. Keitaro found himself closing his eyes and bushing once

more.

"Keitaro, what's wrong? Don't you like your present?"

Keitaro opened his eyes and found that he was now lying on a

king-sized bed in the middle an unfamiliar room. The sheets appeared to

be made of silk and a large mirror was hanging from the ceiling. From

the reflection, he could tell that he was lying on Mutsumi's lap and

that she was playing with his hair. Naru was lying beside him and

lazily tracing circles on his chest. The other tenants of Hinatasou

were arranged all around him. They were dressed in transparent, filmy

negligees that left nothing to the imagination. He struggled to hold

back a massive nosebleed that threatened to dump his body's entire

blood supply onto the bed.

"It's okay, Keitaro. The girls and I have discussed this

beforehand," Naru whispered, her voice dripping with honey.

"You've worked so hard to get into Todai... we didn't want you

to work even more just to choose which one of us you like. You can have

us all, Keitaro. Isn't that what you want?"

The threat of the nosebleed immediately vanished as Keitaro's

body rerouted the flow of his blood and directed it towards his lower

extremities. Todai-schmodai... this was the stuff dreams were made

of. His hands reached out to touch Naru when she swatted it away with

a flick of her arm.

"Not so fast, Kei-kun. We drew straws to see who would get

to be your first, and someone else won the honor of getting first crack

at you."

Keitaro's eyes widened as Naru stood up to make way for none

other than....

"Aunt Haruka!?!"

Keitaro froze as his aunt, wearing next to nothing, crawled on

top of him and whispered into his ear.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Noooooo!"

Keitaro awoke with a start, his heart pounding. He was

looking up at the ceiling of his bedroom. He could see that the hole

leading to Narusegawa's room covered with a piece of wood as always.

There was a little light coming through the windows, indicating that

it was very early in the morning. He heaved a sigh of relief and

closed his eyes once again. That was a crazy nightmare he'd just

experienced. Thank god it was finally over.

"Stop moving around, Keitaro. This is hard enough as it is

without your squirming. Get it? Hard enough as it is?"

Immediately after hearing those words, Keitaro opened his eyes

once again and took in a more complete view of his surroundings. This

inspection quickly revealed that Kitsune was sitting beside him, a wide

grin on her face. He opened his mouth to ask what she was doing there,

but she silenced him by putting one of her dainty fingers against his

lips.

"I told you to stop moving. Don't worry, I'll be done with this

in a second."

Keitaro frowned at Kitsune's words, not sure what she meant.

He saw that she was looking downwards, and he turned his head to see

what it was she was staring at. He immediately noticed that his pajama

bottoms and boxer shorts had been pulled down, and that Kitsune was

holding what appeared to be a long, wooden object against a delicate

part of his anatomy. Too shocked to even move, Keitaro watched

wordlessly as she took a pencil from her pocket and made a small mark

on the stick.

"Waaaah!"

Regaining his senses, Keitaro pushed Kitsune away and ran for

the light switch, flicking it on even as he pulled his pajama bottoms

and shorts back up. He reached for his glasses from a side table and

put them on before turning to face her.

"Kitsune-san, just what do you think you're doing?"

Keitaro's tenant smiled sheepishly at him. "Well, I was just

thinking, you know. You've seen me naked plenty of times, but I've

never seen you naked. I wanted to take a look at it and... well... I

thought as long as I was looking I might as well measure it, right?"

A frown took shape on Keitaro's face. "With a yardstick?"

Kitsune giggled. "What can I say? I was hoping to be pleasantly

surprised."

Keitaro's mouth dropped open in shock. "That... that makes no

sense at all! You... I... what if... this isn't... I can't...."

Kitsune looked at her measuring instrument, ignoring Keitaro's

babbling. Her grin disappeared, replaced with a look of awe.

"Thirty inches! Keitaro you stud! That's amazing! How did you

hide this from me?"

Keitaro raised his fist in indignation. "You started measuring

from the wrong end!"

Kitsune frowned, shrugging as she did so. "Really? Too bad. Oh

well, at least I got what I came for. The girls will flip when I show

this to them!"

Keitaro's face went white. If Naru heard that Kitsune had

gone into his room in the middle of the night, she would be sure to

misunderstand. "You can't tell any of them about this! Give that to

me."

Kitsune pouted. "I don't want to. It's mine! You can't

have it."

Keitaro pounced towards Kitsune, but she bolted out of the

room. The sneaky resident of Hinatasou ran off, Keitaro in hot pursuit.

Shinobu woke up feeling refreshed, excited about facing the

new day. She did some stretches to wake up her muscles and started

walking out of her room to go to the kitchen. She still had to cook

breakfast for everyone before she could shower and get ready for

the day, but she was used to doing it. There was a spring in her step

as she slid open the door to her room and stepped onto the hallway.

Shinobu hadn't always been this way. It wasn't too long ago

that she regarded mornings with dread, overwhelmed by the challenges

she would have to face before evening came and she could go back

home.

Things were different now. Her sempai, Keitaro, had given her

a new perspective on life. He taught her tackle the challenges of life

head-on. He was really amazing. Motoko-sempai often told her that he

was just like any other guy, always trying to take advantage of women,

but that was just wrong. Keitaro-sempai wasn't the type to go around

chasing after girls. It just wasn't like him.

"Catch me if you can, Karinin-san!"

Shinobu was nearly knocked over as Kitsune ran past the

young girl, carrying what looked like a stick. The impact sent her

spinning rapidly towards the floor. Shinobu had barely regained her

balance when Keitaro ran past her as well, getting similar results.

"Sempai?"

"Hmmm... if I remove the master control apparatus and the

safety catch here, I can make room for a self-destruct feature and

a place to store the nuclear material...."

Su made the necessary adjustments to turn her blender into

a weapon of mass destruction even as she heard the door to her room

slide open, the sound of rapid footsteps indicating that a chase was

going on. A chase! Right in her room! Such fun!

Quickly putting away her work, Su jumped into the air and,

with perfect precision, fell right on top of Keitaro. Instinctively,

her legs clamped around Keitaro's neck and her left hand grabbed

hold of his hair. She raised her right hand into the air and let loose

with a shrill battle cry.

"Onward, Keitaro! Together, we shall capture that fleeing fox

and tie her up so that we may visit unspeakable acts upon her person!

Then, all our enemies will learn to fear the partnership of Urashima

and Su!"

Keitaro stopped running momentarily as he tried to get Su to

stop pulling his hair. He succeeded, but not a second had passed after

he had pulled her hand off before it found a new home on top of his

eyes, blocking his view.

"Su, what are you doing? Let go of me, and stop saying those

cheesy lines you read in mangas. You don't even know what they mean!"

To Keitaro's surprise, Su immediately complied with his

request. The bubbly girl bounded over to one of the walls of her room

and opened a hidden panel in one of them. From inside it, she retrieved

what looked like a pair of mechanized handcuffs.

"You're trying to catch Kitsune, right? I'm going to help

you with my latest invention, the mecha-cuffs two thousand! With my

help, you can... hey, wait for me!"

Haruka opened the door to the Hinatasou to check up on her

nephew. She was greeted by the sight of Kitsune running down the hall

holding a yardstick, Keitaro chasing after her, and Su bringing up

the rear carrying a pair of handcuffs. She nodded her head and closed

the door to get back to her tea shop.

"Everything seems to be normal around here. I'd better leave

before something weird happens."

"Catch me if you can, slowpokes!"

Kitsune ran like she had never run before in her life. In her

right hand, she held the yardstick that Keitaro wanted to take from

her. Why hadn't she thought of doing this before? This was way better

than lying around and watching TV.

"Stop running and give me that yardstick!"

Keitaro was hard to lose, though, and he could run fast.

In hindsight, she should have known he was a good runner. It had taken

the combined efforts of all the tenants to chase him down on his first

day at Hinatasou, after all.

Still, the important thing right now was to stay one step

ahead of him. Kitsune paused for a moment at an intersection, trying

to decide which way to go. She was interrupted by the cheerful voice

of Kaolla Su.

"There's no escape for you now, fox-lady! Mecha-cuffs go!"

Su was chasing her too! Why was Su chasing her? Had the little

brat joined forces with Keitaro in a diabolical scheme to capture her

and visit unspeakable acts upon her person? What were those futuristic

handcuff things that Su was throwing at her anyway?

Kitsune turned in the opposite direction and found that

Keitaro was rapidly closing in on her as well. Blocked off on both

sides, she had no choice but to simply close her eyes and brace

herself for impact.

"Aaaargh! I give up! I can't get back to sleep with all

this noise!"

Naru threw away the pillow she had been using to cover her

ears and muttered angry threats directed at Keitaro under her breath.

Didn't the jerk understand that she'd been up late last night studying?

Why did he have to make such a racket in the morning?

The pretty redhead got up from her bed, intent on finding

Keitaro so she could give him a sound ass-kicking. She was halfway

to the door when she heard a very loud crash, followed closely by

an eerie silence. Naru stopped, listened for a few more seconds,

then went back to bed. Apparently, someone else had gotten to him

first.

Next time, she would have to move faster. It simply wouldn't

do to let the others think that they could just punish her Keitaro

anytime they wanted, not that she liked him or anything of course.

"Well, that was unexpected."

Kitsune looked at Su, who had a grin on her face that was so

wide it looked downright painful. The yardstick that had instigated

the wild chase she had just been in lay beside her feet, momentarily

forgotten. Su scratched behind her head and giggled nervously.

"It appears that the targeting systems could use a bit more

work. Oh well, that was just a beta-version anyway. The next one will

be sure to work. Bye-bye!"

So saying, Su jumped out of the house through an open window

and bounded off into the unknown.

Left alone, Kitsune stared blankly at the hallway. There,

just moments ago, Keitaro had been ensnared by Su's newest invention

as he ran towards her. The mechanical handcuffs flew right past her,

somehow managing to hit Keitaro's legs before clamping shut, causing

him to fall and roll across the floor, driven by his momentum.

Kitsune turned towards the door Keitaro had smashed through.

It now had a large, Keitaro-shaped hole in the middle where he had

passed through it. There wasn't enough light to make the inside, but

she had no intentions of going closer to take a better look. Kitsune

picked up the yardstick, turned around, and walked away with a shrug.

'Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. If Keitaro survives, I

can do it all over again tomorrow!'

"Urashima, get off me!"

Keitaro felt himself being thrown into the air and hitting

his head on a wall. He opened his eyes and was greeted by the visage

of a very angry Motoko. She was breathing deeply. Her eyes were red

with rage, her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment, and her mind

was no doubt filled with murderous intent.

Keitaro racked his mind for something to say that could save

him from death at Motoko's hands. "Motoko-chan, it was an accident!

I didn't mean to--"

"Silence! This is completely unforgivable! To barge into a

young woman's bedroom and try to force yourself onto her, Keitaro you

are the lowest! You shall pay for this with your life!"

With practiced ease, Motoko pulled her sword out of its

scabbard in order to punish Keitaro with one of her secret sword

techniques. As she did so, the top half of the sword snapped off and

fell to the floor with a loud clang. The two of them watched it

bounce once and skid towards a wall before coming to a stop.

Motoko's face darkened with unsuppressed rage. "Not only did

you attempt to take away my innocence, you also broke my sword! For

that, I shall pull your heart out from inside your chest with my

bare hands!"

Keitaro tried to pacify the angry woman before she had the

chance to carry out her threat. "Wait, I can fix it!"

Motoko shook her head. "Fix it? How can you fix it? You know

nothing about re-forging swords."

"No, but I can glue it back together," Keitaro replied quickly.

Motoko grabbed Keitaro by his neck and lifted him an inch off

the floor. "Fix my sword with glue? Is this your idea of a joke?"

Keitaro frantically tried to get Motoko to listen to his

suggestion. "No, I'm totally serious! Seta-san gave me this incredible

glue that fixes everything. I use it to fix Seta-san's pottery, and

it works on metal too! You can't even see the seams! You know that van

of his? It keeps getting destroyed, then rebuilt. He uses the glue to

fix the van!"

Motoko paused, thinking to herself. If this glue that Keitaro

was talking about was really all that he claimed it to be, then it just

might be able to repair her sword. There was everything to gain and

nothing to lose by letting him have a go with it. If Keitaro couldn't

fix her weapon, she could still kick his ass anyway.

Motoko let go of her captive, sending Keitaro sprawling onto

the floor. "Fine then. I'm going to take a bath. You had better be done

repairing my sword before I get back, or there will be hell to pay."

"Has anybody seen Keitaro? I took a long bath and he didn't

try to peep on me. I didn't see him at breakfast, either. I tried

checking in his room but he wasn't there. He isn't sick or anything,

is he?"

Naru sat down at the living room where Kitsune was lounging

around. Her friend answered the question with a dismissive wave of the

hand. "I saw him go into Motoko's room earlier. He might have tried to

do something perverted and made her use her sword on him."

Naru nodded slowly, leaning her head back and closing her

eyes. "Yeah, that must be it. I heard some noise earlier today... that

might have been the two of them. They woke me up too early, and I slept

late last night too. It was kinda annoying."

Naru smiled, finally understanding what must have happened to

Keitaro. "Actually, now that I think of it, I did see Motoko going into

the bath as I was leaving. She must have worked up a sweat dealing with

that perverted idiot."

Kitsune nodded slowly, an idea forming in her head. "You know,

you just might be right about that. Worked up a sweat indeed...."

"It's done, and Motoko-chan isn't back yet! Yatta!"

Keitaro jumped with joy, holding Motoko's newly repaired

sword in his right hand. The glue had worked wonderfully, just as he'd

hoped. His day had started horribly, but it looked like his luck was

finally coming around. With Motoko's sword fixed, he wouldn't have

to endure another one of her sword techniques. He put the tube of glue

he'd used to fix Motoko's blade on top of a low table and looked at

the weapon in his hand.

'It's kinda amazing, though. To think that a young girl like

Motoko-chan can do those kinds of attacks with this sword....'

Keitaro examined the weapon, looking for any magical runes or

inscriptions that might have been carved into the blade. He wasn't

able to find anything, though. The sword didn't look like there was

anything special about it.

'I wonder if there's some kind of trick to get it to work....'

Keitaro raised the sword into the air and swung it to his

front, his face breaking into a grin as he did so. "Hey, this isn't

all that hard. Actually, it's kinda fu--"

"Urashima, just what do you think you're doing? That's not a

toy! Give it to me!"

Keitaro quickly turned towards the source of the voice and

found Motoko running through the door towards him, wearing her her

white gi and hakama. He was holding the sword with the blade

perpendicular to his body, and it was all Motoko could do to dart

to her left in order to avoid getting skewered by it.

As Motoko dodged, however, Keitaro himself moved the sword in

an effort to avoid stabbing her. As luck would have it, Keitaro swung

the sword right in the direction where she had moved. Motoko was able

to dodge the sword a second time, but she lost her balance when she did

so. The young swordswoman crashed directly into Keitaro, the collision

causing their heads to get knocked together and rendering both of them

unconscious.

"Zanmaken!"

Motoko slashed at her opponent, her strike firing off a series

of pressurized wind projectiles that shattered everything they collided

with. Her adversary nimbly dodged them all, however, frustrating her

efforts to defeat him.

Beads of sweat began to form on Motoko's forehead. Who was

this strange opponent whose face was covered with a dark mask? The

revealed nothing but his eyes, but she could see them light up with

a crimson glow that sent chills down her spine. He was wearing an

all-black set of traditional ninja garb, and he was kicking her

ass. How was that possible? How could he seemingly read her mind and

effortlessly avoid all of her attacks? What was he--

"Aaargh!"

Motoko found herself thrown into the air by the force of the

unknown man's attack. She had been able to block it at the last second,

but her form was poor and she wasn't able to properly deflect the

force of the attack.

Motoko lost her grip on her weapon and fell to the ground

with a loud thud, her sword landing several meters away from her. When

she opened her eyes, the unknown man's sword was already pointed at

her throat. Motoko glared daggers at him, but they both knew she had

already lost.

The man reached towards his mask and pulled it off with

flourish. Motoko's eyes widened when she realized just who had been

able to best her in combat.

"U... Urashima?"

Motoko was unable to get any more words out before another

voice interrupted her. "I am disappointed, Motoko-chan. To think that

you would be defeated easily by this man. Then again, it is no great

surprise. He is my husband, after all."

Motoko turned quickly towards the direction the voice was

coming from. The image that was revealed to her confirmed her worst

fears. "Onee-chan? Is that you?"

Motoko's beautiful sister stepped dispassionately towards

Keitaro and pulled him into her arms. She glanced disdainfully at

Motoko before speaking once more.

"Do not bother with that weakling, my love. She is not worthy

of your attention."

Seeing that Keitaro was no longer threatening to cut her throat

with his sword, Motoko quickly got to her feet.

"This is impossible! It can't be happening. I know for a fact

that it was not Keitaro that you married, Onee-chan. I was there!"

Motoko's sister chuckled at her words. "My dear sister, this

is but one of many human forms that my husband can assume. His true

identity is that of Leonardo, a teenage mutant ninja turtle!"

At that, Keitaro grabbed a handful of flesh at his neck and

pulled on his skin as though it were a mask. After quickly ripping off

his skin, he stood before Motoko with a wry grin on his face and the

body of a creature so horrifying that she couldn't even think the word

that people called it with.

"So Motoko, how does it feel to lose to a turtle?"

"Have any of you guys seen Keitaro-sempai? I haven't seen him

since this morning and he hasn't eaten breakfast. He's not in his room,

either. I'm kinda worried...."

Kitsune frowned and turned her gaze towards Shinobu, who was

standing in the middle of the living room and blocking her view of the

television set. She then turned towards Naru, who was sitting on the

couch beside her and trying to pretend that she wasn't listening.

The two girls obviously had a thing for Keitaro, but insisted

that the opposite was true. If she hadn't known any better, Kitsune

would have thought they were sisters or something. As it was, she was

content to think of them as a renewable source of entertainment.

"He went into Motoko's room earlier today. Naru was saying

something about the two of them doing perverted things and working up

a sweat or something."

Shinobu's face went pale and her eyes started to fade away into

strange, spiral patterns. Kitsune had seen this happen before, and she

knew that Shinobu would be fainting any moment now. Naru quickly got up

from her seat and caught the young girl just as she started falling to

the floor.

"Shinobu-chan, don't get the wrong idea! I was just thinking

that Keitaro might have tried to do something perverted and Motoko

might have worked up a sweat getting rid of him, that's all! Shinobu,

wake up!"

Shinobu's eyes slowly fluttered open. "Oh, was that it? I guess

it wasn't what I thought, then. Thank god."

Naru looked at Kitsune with accusing eyes. "Kitsune, why did

you say that anyway? You knew that Shinobu would misunderstand! You

shouldn't go around saying things like that. What if someone else had

overheard? Rumors might start going around about Motoko and Keitaro,

despite the fact that something like that would never happen. Motoko

and Keitaro doing perverted things together... it's impossible! She

doesn't even like him. No one likes him! That includes me, you know.

Liking a perverted idiot like Keitaro is impossible!"

Kitsune just smiled enigmatically at Naru. "Oh, I wouldn't go

so far as to say it's impossible. Keitaro may be a wimp and an idiot,

but he has another thing going for him that other men may find hard to

match."

"Nooooooo!"

Motoko awakened and sat up immediately, scanning her

surroundings for any signs of recent turtle activity. Seeing none,

she sighed with relief and shook her head. That may have been

the single worst nightmare she had ever experienced, and that was

counting the time she dreamed that she was actually a character in

a manga and that she was fated to fall in love with Keitaro.

'Urashima... my sword!'

The mention of Keitaro jogged Motoko's memory and reminded her

of what had caused her to become unconscious in the first place. She

found her sword lying beside her and examined it. The blade was fixed,

just as Urashima had promised. She could not even tell where the break

had been. A few trial slashes with her sword revealed that it appeared

to be like new. Motoko made a mental note to ask Keitaro later about

where she could obtain some of his glue for herself.

Motoko moved to get up, but found that she could not. Thinking

that she must have snagged something on the floor, she turned her head

to see what it was, Motoko's mouth fell open in shock with what she

saw.

Lying underneath her, on top of a pile of broken wood that

probably used to be her table, was Keitaro. He was unconscious, and

his hand was latched firmly onto her buttocks. It was his grip, in

fact, that prevented her from standing up in the first place. To say

that Motoko flew into a rage would be an understatement.

"Urashima! If you value your life, you will remove your vile

hand from my bottom right this instant!"

Forgetting that she had a sword in her anger, Motoko picked

up a piece of wood lying on the floor and started repeatedly striking

Keitaro with it. While her attacks did not succeed in getting him

to let go of her, they did wake him up rather quickly.

"Ow... ouch... ouch! Naru-chan, I'm sorry!"

Motoko paused briefly in her assault to wonder at Keitaro's

choice of words. What had Narusegawa done to this man that he would

automatically assume that she was responsible for any pain he was

feeling?

Meanwhile, as Motoko was thinking, Keitaro managed to open

his eyes and examine his surroundings. Unlike his female companion,

Keitaro immediately noticed the dangerous position his right hand

was occupying and yanked it towards himself with all his strength.

The result of his efforts was most unexpected.

"Urashima, you show your true colors at last! How dare you

pull me on top of you like that! This is an outrage! You will not live

to see the dawning of another day!"

For his part, Keitaro frantically tried to let go of Motoko

with all his might. All he succeeded in doing, however, was to do an

expert job of feeling her up. He stopped moving when he saw that she

had her sword pointed at his neck, though.

Motoko's face was a mask of anger as she spoke. "Urashima, you

have five seconds to let go of me. If you do not, I will kill you."

Keitaro tugged once more on his arm, to no avail. He grinned

nervously as he gave voice to his problem. "Er... Motoko-chan... my

hand won't come off."

Motoko trembled with rage. "What are you talking about, you

miserable little cretin? If you refuse to let go of me, I will do it

for you!"

So saying, Motoko grabbed Keitaro's hand and pulled on it.

"Your... grip... is rather... strong...."

Keitaro shook his head. "No it's not! I'm not gripping at all!

Honest!"

Motoko rolled her eyes. "Enough with the excuses, Urashima.

How can that be when... no...."

Motoko stared at the area where she had been sitting when she

initially woke up. She reached towards it and picked up a small, empty

tube. "Urashima, look closely at your hand. Do you see anything strange

about it?"

Keitaro had no idea what Motoko was talking about, but he

looked anyway. "I don't see anything strange, really. Well, there's

this weird flaky stuff here... it doesn't seem to be coming off. I'm

not sure what it is, but my hand is covered with it."

Motoko closed her eyes in defeat. "Tell me, Urashima, does

it look anything like dried glue?"

Keitaro looked at the substance covering his hand once more.

"Well, now that you mention it, it does kinda look like....

Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me!"

Motoko shook her head sadly. She turned to Keitaro with an

encouraging smile. "Relax, Urashima-san. I'm not going to kill you.

I'm not even angry at you. I can see that what happened was an

accident."

Keitaro reluctantly relaxed. "You're... not angry?"

Motoko nodded her head in reply to Keitaro's query. "Of course

I'm not angry. You're not the one at fault here. If anything, I should

be the one to apologize. After all, it was I who startled you and lost

my balance."

Keitaro breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Well gee... thanks.

I'm glad that you can think this through with a clear head. To be

honest, Motoko-chan, I was afraid you were going to panic!"

Motoko chuckled softly. "The way of the sword does not

encourage loss of self-control, Urashima. Surely, a man of honor such

as yourself would know this."

Keitaro frowned at Motoko's choice of words. "Man of honor?"

Motoko grinned at him. "Yes, honor. I know that we may have

had our differences in the past, Urashima-san, but deep down I've

always held you in high regard. You are a man of honor, Urashima. You

are intelligent, brave, and always willing to make sacrifices for the

greater good."

Keitaro didn't like the sound of that. "Er... sacrifices?"

Motoko was quick to reply. "Of course. Sacrifices. Like now,

for instance. Surely you can see that the only way to resolve this

situation is to chop off your hand!"

At that, Motoko raised her sword and started bringing it down

towards Keitaro's arm. The terrified dorm manager managed to grab onto

her arm, however, preventing her from executing her plan.

"You can do it, Urashima. I know that you can overcome a small

setback like a missing hand and get back to a normal life in no time. I

shall forever be in your debt. Now please let go of my arm so I can fix

this!"

Keitaro felt a burst of strength inflame his body as he

realized that Motoko was serious about her threat. Miraculously, he

managed to wrest the sword away from Motoko's grip and grab hold of

her wrists to prevent her from moving.

"Please stop, Motoko-chan! This isn't necessary! I know

where we can get help!"

"Impossible. It's totally impossible. It's just... too

freaky."

Naru put the yardstick Kitsune had given her down on the

living room's center table and glared at her best friend. Kitsune

picked it up and regarded her with an amused smile.

"Naru, I'm serious about this. I swear that when I put

this baby against it, that's where it ended. I put a mark on it right

there, see? What do you think, Shinobu-chan?"

Shinobu took the yardstick from Kitsune, a bit confused as

to why it was being given to her. She wondered if it was appropriate

for her to be present in this conversation. She certainly didn't think

so, but she didn't want to leave either. As a growing girl, she was

starting to get... curious. She glanced at the mark on the wooden

measuring instrument and instantly blushed.

"Well, I'm not really sure what to think. I mean, it is

kind of hard to believe but the world is full of strange and wonderful

things that--"

Naru interrupted Shinobu by grabbing the yardstick and

throwing it back onto the table. "But nothing! This is crazy. I can't

believe we're even having this conversation. I can't believe you'd

resort to lying just to get a laugh off of poor Shinobu-chan, Kitsune.

It's not very nice of you."

Kitsune raised an eyebrow at Naru's remark. "Well, why don't

we go up to Motoko's room and find out for ourselves? Unlike your

amazing punches, Motoko's attacks seldom displace Keitaro by more

than a couple of meters. He should still be there."

The three of them made their way towards Motoko's room and

knocked on the door. When Motoko didn't answer, Shinobu called out

to get her attention.

"Motoko-sempai, it's us. We just want to know if Keitaro-sempai

is still in there. Please answer the door."

The three girls waited a while longer, but it didn't take

long for Kitsune to run out of patience. She lightly pushed Shinobu

out of the way and opened the door to Motoko's room, revealing its

contents to all.

Kitsune shrugged at the nasty looks Shinobu and Naru were

giving her. "Let's just go in. I'm sure that Motoko wouldn't mind--"

The three of them started dumbstruck at Motoko's room. The

last time they were inside it, the room had been immaculately clean.

Now it was a mess. School supplies, clothes, furniture and broken

pieces of wood were scattered everywhere, as though a struggle had

taken place in the room. As for Motoko herself, there was no sign of

her.

"That last time was wonderful, Keitaro. If I had known that

you were so good in... you know... I would have done this with you a

long time ago. I couldn't believe the size of your... I mean... you

were just amazing. I just need to ask one thing... how did you know

that I liked it... rough."

Keitaro smiled broadly and put one of his arms around Motoko

as he lay beside her. They were lying in the middle of a clearing on

the floor of Motoko's room. He had his head propped up on one of his

arms. He pulled Motoko closer to himself with the other so that her

head rested on his chest as he answered her question.

"I know everything about you, Motoko-chan. In fact, I'll bet

I know you better than you know yourself. It was easy for me to figure

out your preferences."

Motoko raised her head to look at Keitaro, her one true love.

"Let's go away, darling. Away from this life... away from

everything. We can live in the mountains, just you and me! I can catch

food and you can take care of things back at home. We can live on our

own, without anyone else bothering us."

Keitaro shook his head. "I don't know about that. Wouldn't

it be a bit unfair for you? I mean, you'd be out all day hunting or

whatever and I'd just be lounging around at home."

Motoko giggled as she replied. "Oh, I'm sure you're going to

have your hands full once the kids are born."

"That's the only thing that could possibly have happened. They

obviously ran off together to live in the mountains!"

Shinobu started hyperventilating as she mulled Kitsune's words

over in her mind. "Keitaro-sempai and Motoko-sempai... doing perverted

things... running off together... mountains... having children...."

Naru took the frightened little girl in her arms and tried to

comfort her. "Shinobu-chan, don't listen to Kitsune. What she said...

it couldn't possibly have happened. Kitsune, I told you to stop scaring

Shinobu like that. You know she has a fragile mind!"

Kitsune shrugged once more. "You can indulge in denial as

much as you want, but the evidence speaks for itself. Motoko and

Keitaro aren't here. Where would they be if not the mountains?"

"Actually, it looks like they're headed for the park."

Naru whirled around in surprise at the sound of the voice. She

found Su hanging upside-down from the ceiling of Motoko's room.

"Su! How long have you been there? How do you know where

Keitaro and Motoko are?"

Su executed a perfect flip to get down from the ceiling. She

landed on her feet and raised a small, circular object into the air.

"The Keitaro and Motoko detector! It detects the presence of

all Keitaro and Motoko-like organisms within a ten mile radius! Amazing

isn't it? I designed it myself."

Naru took the detector from Su and looked at it. She was able

to see two small dots moving away from the center of its screen, which

she assumed represented the user.

'Wait a minute! If these two dots are really Keitaro and

Motoko, that must mean that they're together. Why would they be walking

around together in public unless....'

A mental image of Keitaro and Motoko raising a family in a

log cabin located in the mountains passed through Naru's mind. The

thought sent shivers down her spine. Naru stood up and addressed her

companions with her most authoritative voice.

"Come on, everyone. We're going out to look for Keitaro and

Motoko!"

"Are you certain that Seta-san will be able to help?"

Motoko whispered into Keitaro's ear as the two of them

walked along a busy sidewalk towards the area where Seta's van was

parked. Her hair was tied up into braids. She was wearing a baseball

cap, dark sunglasses, and her traditional samurai clothing. The

embarrassed warrior would have changed her clothes as well, but the

glue had seeped straight through her hakama and taking it off was

impossible. For his part, Keitaro had changed out of his pajamas

and was wearing his usual clothing.

Keitaro replied affirmatively, fearing for the continued

health of his hand. "I think so. When I called him on the phone

before we left, he told me to go to his van right away."

The two walked together for a few more meters in silence,

ignoring the curious gazes of the people around them. Motoko whispered

her complaints to Keitaro.

"Everyone is staring at me. They can no doubt see the shameful

positioning of your hand and are thinking of how I must be a wanton

harlot to allow you to touch me in such a manner."

Keitaro gulped as he replied. "Somehow, Motoko-chan, I don't

think that's the reason they're staring."

Motoko turned towards him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Keitaro pretended not to hear Motoko's last whispered words.

He had no idea how she would react if he told her that her outlandish

clothes were the things attracting attention. He was saved from having

to answer her when a familiar white van came into view.

"Oh look, we're here."

"Wow, I thought you were joking on the phone but I guess I was

wrong. I've never seen anything like this. Motoko, could you turn this

way so that I can see it better?"

Motoko grumbled as she rolled onto her stomach over Keitaro's

knees. Their position... it looked like she was a child getting

spanked for being naughty. It was humiliating! Still, she was willing

to endure any embarrassment if it meant her separation from Keitaro.

She was starting to get used to the feeling of his hand on her bottom,

and that fact scared her enough to ignore trivial things like a little

embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Seta poked and prodded at Keitaro and Motoko's point

of joining while looking at it through various vision-enhancing tools.

Finally, he took a digital camera from his desk and took a picture for

filing purposes. He cleared his throat before talking.

"Well, this is certainly a very interesting predicament you've

gotten yourselves into. Tell me, Keitaro, how do you plan on separating

yourselves from each other?"

Keitaro got to his feet with surprising speed and grabbed Seta

by the older man's coat. "How do we plan on separating ourselves from

each other? I don't know! I told you it was an accident! You're the one

who should answer that question. It's your glue!"

Seta shook his head in dismay. "Please be more quiet. You'll

wake Sara. She slept late last night and she needs her eight hours. As

for your problem, Keitaro, I'm sorry. I really have no idea. That's an

industrial strength adhesive substance. It's supposed to be able to

glue an elephant to a table."

Motoko grabbed Seta as well, shaking him violently after doing

so. "If you didn't know how to help us, then why did you have us come

here?"

Seta grinned apologetically as he scratched the back of his

head. "Well, I was curious. I wanted to see."

Motoko facefaulted, bringing Keitaro onto the floor with her.

She fought the urge to burst into tears as she got back up.

"Fine, then. If you cannot help us, I have no choice but to

take matters into my own hands."

Once more, Motoko attempted to separate Keitaro's right hand

from his arm. She was shocked when Seta blocked her attack by trapping

the blade of her sword by the tips of his thumb and pointing fingers.

"There's no need to get carried away," Seta intoned as he

took Motoko's sword from her and placed it inside a high cupboard.

"I'll take this for now, just so you don't try anything drastic

like that again. The two of you need to go to a hospital. The people

there will probably know what to do."

Seta turned towards Keitaro and handed him a fresh tube of

glue. "Here, take this. The last batch ran out, right? You should be

more careful using these, Keitaro-kun. Accidents like this are bound

to happen if you aren't."

Naru waited impatiently as Kitsune pointed another one of

Su's inventions at Seta's van. It was supposed to be able to pick up

even the slightest sounds coming from inside, allowing them to listen

in on whatever it was that Keitaro and Motoko were talking to Seta

about. Shinobu was sitting beside her and Su was fiddling with the

detector that had allowed them to find Keitaro and Motoko. The four

of them were hiding in some bushes close to where Seta's van was

parked.

The annoying thing about Su's invention was that the listening

instrument came with earphones, not speakers. Only one of them would be

able to listen. Kitsune and Su were the only ones who knew how to use

it, but Su wanted to man the Keitaro and Motoko detector. The rest

would have to wait until Kitsune was done before finding out what the

matter was.

Finally, after several minutes that seemed to last ages for

Naru and Shinobu, Kitsune put down listening device and turned to her

companions.

"Look, we got here a bit late so they were already talking

when I started listening. Still, I was able to figure out what happened

from what little I managed to hear."

"I'm pregnant," Motoko declared. "Keitaro and I just found out

this morning."

Seta nodded thoughtfully, raising a finger to his chin. He

placed his hands on the table in front of him before speaking.

"Well, I suppose the most important question is whether or not

to keep the baby."

"Of course we're keeping it! That child is the symbol of my

undying love for Motoko!" Keitaro slammed his fist on the desk to

punctuate his point.

Seta nodded slowly. "I see. Well, I would like to help you but

I must admit that I'm not an expert on these things."

Motoko stood up from her chair and picked up the bag of clothes

she and Keitaro had packed in case they had to elope. "Fine, then. If

you cannot help us, I have no choice but to take matters into my own

hands."

Seta put his hand on Motoko's shoulder and pulled her back to

a sitting position. "There's no need to get carried away," Seta intoned

as he took Motoko's bag from her and placed it inside a high cupboard.

"I'll take this for now, just so you don't try anything drastic

like that again. The two of you need to go to a hospital. The people

there will probably know what to do."

Seta turned towards Keitaro and handed him a fresh box of

contraceptives. "Here, take this. The last batch ran out, right? You

should be more careful using these, Keitaro-kun. Accidents like this

are bound to happen if you aren't."

"That's what I think happened."

Shinobu's mouth fell open after hearing Kitsune's story. Her

eyes started watering and her lips started trembling.

"Are... are you sure, Kitsune-san? Did you really hear all

that?"

Kitsune nodded vigorously. "Of course I heard it! Well, I had

to fill in some blanks in the beginning before we got here but I heard

most of it with my own two ears."

Su chose this moment to ask a question that had been bugging

her. "What are contraceptives? Are they tasty?"

An awkward silence fell over the group of girls, lasting for

a few seconds before Naru decided to pretend she didn't hear anything.

She shook her head before speaking.

"I don't believe a word of it. You probably heard wrong or

something, Kitsune. Keitaro wouldn't try anything with Motoko."

Kitsune raised an eyebrow and turned to Naru. "Why wouldn't

he try something, Naru? Motoko's a pretty girl. Keitaro's a nice guy.

Why do you find it so hard to believe that something might be going

on between the two of them? Why are you in such denial over this?

Could it be that you have a thing for Keitaro too and you can't accept

that Motoko-chan beat you to him?"

Naru blushed beet red and turned away from Kitsune, unable

to meet her friend's eyes. "Of course not! Me and that idiot? It's

impossible. All I meant was that Keitaro is too much of a wimp to

make a move on Motoko, even if he did like her."

Kitsune chuckled softly as she pointed Su's listening device

at Seta's van once more. "Whatever you say, Naru-chan. I'm going back

to listening for clues."

Su interjected at this point with a loud shout. "You won't be

able to hear anything in there anymore. Keitaro and Motoko left while

you were talking!"

Kitsune stood up immediately, followed by her companions.

"They already left? But I told you to warn us if they went

away!"

Su answered Kitsune's question cheerfully. "No you didn't.

You told me to watch for the two of them leaving. I did that. I saw

the two of them leaving. I watched them!"

"Please wait here. The doctor will be with you in a moment."

The attractive nurse that had met Keitaro and Motoko at the

emergency room left to tend to another patient. Motoko didn't like

sitting on Keitaro's lap, her legs supported by his right leg and

her bottom supported by his hand. The nurse had been very insistent,

however, saying that if she kept sitting on Keitaro's hand the

circulation of blood would be blocked. She had left her disguise at

Seta's van, too, making the whole experience even more embarrassing

for her. She just hoped that no one she knew would come in.

"Ara ara, fancy meeting the two of you here."

Motoko cringed as she heard the voice. Keitaro's reply

confirmed her fears even before she could look for herself.

"Mutsumi-san! What are you doing here?"

Mutsumi stood in front of Keitaro and the blushing girl on

his lap, smiling brightly. "Well, I felt a bit faint earlier so I

thought I'd go here just in case. I'm glad that I found you here,

Keitaro. I'm not really used to doing this and it's nice to see

some familiar faces."

Keitaro frowned. "You're not used to going to hospitals?

But I thought you had a weak constitution. You should have been inside

hospitals hundreds of times."

Otohime nodded slowly. "Well, that's true. It's just that

I've never been able to make it all the way to a hospital before. I

always used to collapse along the way. All the times I've been to

hospitals before this, I was carried inside on a stretcher. I don't

really know what to do if I'm still conscious when I get here."

Keitaro nodded slowly. "Well, in that case, why don't you

wait with us over here? The nurse told us that a doctor would be

coming anytime now. He can take a look at you too."

Mutsumi put her hands together in front of her and smiled

brightly. "What a wonderful idea!"

Mutsumi then lowered herself onto Keitaro's left lap. She

took the tube of glue he was holding in his left hand and held onto

it for him before pulling his now free appendage onto her bottom.

Keitaro promptly developed a giant nosebleed and passed out. Motoko

clenched her hands into fists in an attempt to remain calm as she

spoke.

"Mutsumi-san, why are you sitting on Urashima's lap?"

Mutsumi looked blankly at Motoko for a few seconds before

answering. "Ara ara, was I not supposed to? You were doing the same

thing so I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Am I supposed

to look for my own man? But I like Keitaro. Can't we just share him

for now?"

"Where do we go?"

Naru ran through the hospital like her life depended on it.

She had to find out for sure if Kitsune was right. Not because she

was interested in Keitaro, because she wasn't, but because she was

worried about Motoko. She did not want her friend to make a mistake

that she would regret for the rest of her life. Yes, that was it. She

was worried about Motoko. It wasn't because she cared about Keitaro,

because she didn't.

"Turn right and go straight ahead. It's the second door on the

left. Hurry, before they escape!"

Su ran effortlessly beside her companions. She wasn't sure

what game they were playing, but it was such fun! Like a cross between

tag, hide-and-seek, and a race!

"Hurry, everyone. We might miss them again!"

Shinobu ran with practiced ease, thankful that she had chosen

to run off crying whenever confronted with unpleasant thoughts in the

past. She didn't look like it, but she could run for miles before

getting tired.

"Hmmm... I wonder what we'll see when we catch him...."

Kitsune grinned as she ran alongside Naru and the others. She

was dead tired, but no amount of aching muscles would prevent her from

finding out if her theories about Keitaro and Motoko were correct.

"You don't understand. It's not my preference to sit on his

lap like this. The nurse told me to do it. You must get off of him

before the doctor gets here!"

Motoko growled in frustration. No amount of explaining could

make Mutsumi understand what was going on. The woman was completely

dense. A total blockhead. It was no wonder that she had failed her

entrance exams so many times. The only thing left to do was to wake

Keitaro up. Perhaps, being a blockhead himself, Keitaro would be able

to explain the situation to Mutsumi.

"Keitaro, wake up! I need your help. Wake up!"

Keitaro mumbled something unintelligible, but failed to

awaken. Motoko grumbled expletives about useless pieces of trash

before trying again.

"Keitaro, wake up! Keitaro I need you!"

Motoko was about to try calling out to Keitaro again when

she was interrupted by another voice.

"Oh no! It's true!"

Motoko froze. This was definitely not turning out to be her

lucky day. She feigned nonchalance as she turned around.

"Shinobu-chan, it's not what-- Kitsune-san? Naru-sempai? Su?"

Before Motoko could say another word, Naru interrupted her

with a barrage of angry shouts. "Keitaro you jerk! Not just Motoko, but

Mutsumi-san too?"

Motoko saw Naru's image blur and disappear right before her

eyes, reappearing a few inches beside her. Motoko's jaw dropped in

amazement as Naru hit Keitaro with a powerful uppercut that sent him

and Mutsumi flying through the ceiling.

"Enemy of women! Die!"

Motoko stared in shock at the hole in the ceiling. Who was

going to pay for the repairs to that? Was Keitaro going to die? How

did Naru... wait... Naru's punch had ripped Keitaro's hand off of

her hakama! she was free! Free! Motoko grabbed Naru into her arms

in a bear hug, her heart filled with happiness.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, sempai! Thank you so much!"

Naru stroked Motoko's back as she hugged her friend in return.

"Don't worry, Motoko-chan. It's fine now. Everything's going

to be alright. It's over."

"Ouch...."

Keitaro opened his eyes and shook his head. What had happened?

Where was he? Why did he feel like he'd just been run over by a truck?

Why was Mutsumi lying beside him, unconscious? Was that her soul coming

out of her body?

"Mutsumi-san! Mutsumi-san, wake-up!"

Mutsumi's eyes slowly fluttered open. She smiled upon seeing

Keitaro. It always made her happy to see him. Her body was hurting all

over, though. Apparently, Naru's attack had thrown them into a wide,

open area with lots of trees. It looked like a park of some kind. She

checked herself for injuries and immediately noticed that something

was amiss.

"Ara ara, why am I holding onto Keitaro-kun like this?"

Keitaro looked towards where Mutsumi was looking and found that

her left hand was wedged securely between his legs.

"What the... let go of me!"

Mutsumi made several light tugs, followed by a harder one.

Unable to pry her hand from Keitaro's crotch, she smiled and spoke

up to tell him of her problem.

"Ara ara, it won't come off."

Author's Rant

Most authors like to think of the author's notes as the place

to put all their little remarks and stuff about the hows and the whys

of the fic they wrote. I prefer to think of it as a space where I can

write whatever I want and have people read it.

First off: Tenjo Tenge. I've been led to believe that any

person who likes Ikkitousen would like this. I like Ikkitousen, but

I hate Tenjo Tenge with a passion that is normally reserved for an

annoying band called Hanson.

Now I like action and fanservice more than the next guy, and

Tenjo Tenge has both in spades, but did it have to have the most

annoying cast of characters to ever grace the pages of a manga? I

absolutely hated every character in that manga, including the cute

girls giving fanservice! And I never hate the cute girls giving

fanservice.

Every time I see the uber-annoying main character, I feel

an urge to peel off my own skin using a nail cutter. That stupid chick

who likes him so much is a close second in annoying me, followed by

the main character's best friend and the stupid chick who likes him.

The only character who was halfway likable was Takayanagi,

and even he grates on my nerves. There's something to be said for

making a manga with a cast of characters that I universally hate. Like

getting a zero on a true or false exam, it's actually pretty hard.

Makes it seem like the creators actually made an effort to make me

not like their work.

Tenjo Tenge sucks, and I may never forgive my friend Jeff for

telling me that it was good and wasting an afternoon of my life that

could have been better spent crushing Duolon users with Malin at the

local arcade.

Another annoying thing that has recently inflicted itself

upon my life was the Philippine elections. I hate Gloria Macapagal

Arroyo's guts, but I support her with every fiber of my being. Simply

put, just about any other candidate would be better than Fernando

Poe jr. Oh, how I hate that man.

(takes a deep breath)

Well, now that I've gotten that out of my chest, we can move

on to better stuff. First off: I am proud to say that if you go to

ff.net and look up the latest chapter of A Time for Wild Horses there,

you'll see that WarpWizard has read it and kinda sorta liked it.

Yosh!

No offense to my other readers (you know I love you all), but

it is my humble opinion that this guy is simply the best lemon writer

on the internet today, bar none. True, he may not be coming out with

new chapters for his Shinji/Rei lemon as fast as I'd like, but he's

still cranking out solid stories at a good pace. I love his work, and

when I found out he liked my work too I cried tears of joy and ran

out of my room to tell all my family and friends.

No, wait, what actually happened was I smiled calmly and sent

a text message to Vex telling him to check out the reviews for my fic

and die of envy.

Speaking of people who like me (and there aren't that many,

let me tell you), Chester has recently rejoined their ranks. Apparently

he feels that this particular fic is the greatest of my works and must

be worshipped by giving me burnt offerings. I'm just getting more and

more popular every day, aren't I? Anyway, I have a feeling that he's

just trying to make up for all the yaoi references he made me endure

when he made me a pre-reader for Shonen.

In a slightly related tangent, I've been reading the fic,

Cat Tails by Chris Dee. It's good. Any person who knows anything about

Batman must read it. Words have not been conceived that can properly

convey the sheer awesomeness of that fic. I love it.

I've also been watching lots of anime. Midori no Hibi is very

good, as is Hanaukyo Maids la Verite. Verite isn't coming out with any

new eps, though. Where can I get Verite eps! I want maids! Cute maids!

I've also been watching Tenshi na Konamaiki. It's kinda girly,

though, so I won't get into that too much. I'm sort of scared that I

enjoy watching it, because I kinda feel that I shouldn't. Anyway, I do

enjoy it and I guess that's all that matters.

I hate Soga, though. Fujiki rules all! Bow to the awesome

character that is Fujiki! I'm always impressed when average people

try to transcend their limits and become more than they used to be.

Ikkitousen was nice. It had no plot to speak of and really

stupid characters, but I found it funny. I liked Koukin and Mou-chan.

King of Fighters '03 has also figured a lot in my life. Malin

is simply unstoppable. Combined with with the strength of Athena's CD

attack and King's keepaway game, no stupid Duolon/Goro/Tizok player

has been able to defeat me in quite a while. They've become like those

K'/Terry/Iori/Kyo fanboys that I love to beat up on. Seriously, what

is it about those Ryu-type characters that makes them so popular?

Fanboy: "Must... use... popular... character...."

Oh well, as long as they're using such crappy characters

my Malin will always be there to eat them alive.

Something strange happened to me last week. I haven't played

Capcom vs SNK 1 in months, but I decided to try it to kill time one

afternoon. Lo and behold, I was unstoppable! No one could beat my

amazing Vice/King/Nakoruru team! Not even those stupid, stupid Ryu/Ken

players or that one guy who uses Guile and turtles the whole way.

As for Soul Calibur 2, I have reached a point where I am once

again content with my power level. With my arsenal of Talim, Ivy, Taki,

Sophie, Cassie and Mina, none shall dare oppose me. Nightmare player,

tremble in fear of the fact that I have memorized your frame data!

While I'm on the topic of video games, I'd like to thank that

dude who sent me a torrent for Watanabe fighting games. I am now a

proud player of Queen of Hearts '99, though I'm no expert yet. I really

like the 2 on 2 fighting feature. I have no idea what the point of

Glove on Fight is, though. Thanks, man!

I'm attending the Magic: the Gathering Fifth Dawn pre-release

by the way. Wish me luck! I hope I crack open some Vedalken Shackles!

What else should I put here... oh yeah! I'd like to thank

Chester for his help on this. He said he liked this, so it shouldn't

be nearly as bad as the stuff I normally write.

Finally, my want-list:

.Jose Argao's Amazing Want-List.

1. Japanese Rom of Super Mario Bros 3 (.nes format). You'd think this

would have been the first thing I got out of my list. Come on, you can

even email it to me! I can't believe no one has this. I want it! Hoshi!

2. News on new Saigado releases. My old sources dried up. Dunno what's

going on anymore. I heard something about a Guilty Gear thingy.

3. Mp3 of the Hand Maid MAI ending song. Not Hand Maid May. Mai. It's

the one with the dancing chibi-Mais. (a vid of the dancing chibi-mais

would also be cool)

4. Instructions on how to play Glove on Fight. I have no idea.

5. FFX-2 fics. I'm in a reading mood, and I'd like to know if there's

a site that houses FFX-2 fics and doesn't have yaoi. No offense to

yaoi lovers, but I just dun like it.

6. The cool pepsi commercial. Where can I download the pepsi commercial

with Britney, Pink and Beyonce? I like it a lot. Very funny, and you

don't have to listen to Britney's annoying voice so much.

7. Invader Zim. Where can I get episodes? I love this series!

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