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Obliterate
The breeze gently blew through the trees, spring had come again and everything was in bloom. A lone figure strode through the far edge of the courtyard of Hinata Sou. The woman slowly watched the bird fly overhead and the flowers slowly open to collect the suns bright rays. Slowly she came upon them, the stone towers that marked the darkest event ever to happen on the grounds of the inn.
The girl stopped and looked at them, remembering what she had seen the day she arrived. Her black hair, mixed with grey streaks slowly blew in the wind which carries unpleasant memories of the event. Taking a step forward, Kanako proceeded to the central stone. Reading it she sighed and kneeled down to fondly remember the times she had been through with her beloved Oni-san.
He had died before she even arrived at the inn. The feedback from the Liddo-kun was too much for his brain and the others had not been able to stabilize his mind enough to save him. She couldn't really hold a grudge against them for that, but she still felt it hard to forgive them for making him that way to begin with. She arrived too late, after hearing what had happened to her brother she got away and came to him as soon as she could.
The funeral was simple; he was lowered into a trench at the back end of the courtyard near the forest. Kanako stood up and made her way to the next stone, it stood in the same spot that she stayed at until she too had passed on. Kneeling down again Kanako read the engraving. Motoko Aoyama, "may her strong will to protect what was most dear to us all continue." Kanako remembered the Kendo girl.
The red Hakama and the white Gi blew in the wind for long hours as the swordswoman sat by her brothers' grave. Not even the birds or the wolves dared to near the grave as long as she was around. Even through the rain she sat here, refusing to move an inch unless it was to stop some creature from desecrating the grave. Shinobu had brought food out to her and they would converse, then one day she didn't move at all, didn't even talk. The heir to the Aoyama Dojo had passed on, but her spirit and will to protect this patch of land remained, even to this day nothing had been able to do harm to any of those buried here.
The next two graves were empty, waiting to embrace the ones who would be laying in them. But the next told another sad story. After Keitaros death, Mutsumi Otohime fell into a coma, she would wake up from it but her already poor health quickly drained away, she was placed to rest here, inside of the circle of graves that now surrounded the young landlord.
Kaolla Su, she had blown herself up in the lab while trying to create a machine that could bring Keitaro back from the dead. She almost succeeded too, but it overloaded when she tried to bring back anything bigger than a cat. She had locked herself in her room and completely shut off everyone else, rarely ate, and worked long hard hours trying to perfect the machine which now lay in pieces, gathering dust in her room, They had been unable to enter it after the explosion except to retrieve the body since the room had was irradiated and the levels were quickly rising.
The grave laying next to Kaollas was of course Shinobu Maehera, the young girl was a recent addition, she had lived out her life, but never married. She never even went out with a boy. Her confidence drained from her slowly and eventually she quite eating the wonderful meals that she would cook as well as anything she was offered. Shinobu had starved herself to death.
Sarah of course didn't want to be buried here and lived a full life, she was living in the US, married and with three kids of her own, however the one that had helped raise her while she was around the inn stayed here. Kitsune simply drank, the more people that died, the more she drank. Alcohol killed the poor girl even though she never touched the bottles her brother bought for her.
Kanako sighed as she paid her respects and went back inside. She felt disgust in what she saw in there though. Naru Narusegawa was a wreck after it happened; she tore her own life apart. She tried to drown out everything she could any way she could, drugs, drinking, eventually she started dating other guys, even sleeping with them against the better advice of her friends. The girl now sat in the Hinata Sou, curled up in a ball, her brown hair having gone dull, her eyes as lifeless as the day Kanako met her. Bags hung from her eyes, and wrinkles clearly stood out on her features. Her muscles had also withered away and appeared to be little more then skin hanging from bones. It took many years of rehabilitation to get her off the drugs and both Kitsune and Kanako to chase off all the guys. Not long after Naru finally came to her senses and started crying and skulking around the inn. Naru kept on mumbling about how unforgivable she was and how much Keitaro must hate her.
Sitting next to the empty shell, Kanako knew that yelling at Naru for anything wouldn't please her brother. From everything she had heard about her before this had happened, it sounded like her soul had died, but her body and mind lived on and tried to drown out the pain of loosing its soul.
Naru of course sat there, rocking back and forth, holding her Liddo-kun tightly and muttering under her breath so that nobody could hear her. She had stayed this way for almost 8 years now. Kanako, even though she was disgusted by the girls' actions, couldn't help but feel pity for her and brought her food every day.
"You know what, promised girl?" Kanako spoke towards Naru as they both sat there.
Naru would never answer, but Kanako found it somewhat nice to actually speak with Naru at times. "I would like to know what life would have been like if Oni-san never died, I wonder what it would have been like, if this never happened. I'm sure we all would have worked something out, and lived out our lives very happy.
"I bet that he is waiting for us, and we will all eventually be with him. You know he never was one to hold a grudge, I bet he is waiting patiently for both of us right now. What do you think?"
Naru burst into tears and curled up into her ball even tighter, Her muttering increased in speed and volume, just enough for Kanako to hear it.
"No, he isn't waiting for me, he loved me and I betrayed him, I betrayed him in everyway possible, I'm dirty, used, broken, and ugly, why would he even want me anymore? All I did was give him pain. He never deserved it either. I don't deserve to be with him at all, I don't…" Kanako stood up and left Naru alone, she felt bad for making her react the way she did, but trying to talk to her anymore right now would only make things worse.
Kanako entered the kitchen and started preparing a meal for the two of them, she longed to die and either welcome oblivion or return to her oni-san, but she knew that her place was here, her brother would have wanted her here, to look after Naru until she would leave and join him as well. It had been over 60 years since that day so long ago. Sometimes Kanako felt that they would never die, Naru might have done the unforgivable and earned herself an eternity on this plane of existence, but if that was true Kanako would take care of her, because she felt deep down inside, that her brother wanted this above all other things. Kanako would give up everything for her brother, and if that meant staying with Naru and taking care of her for the rest of time and eternity, she would do just that. Looking out at the setting sun, Kanako sighed and took the food to Naru, hoping that someday, this would all be over and they would be together in the afterlife.
[A smart bomb, a tank, a bunker, or anymore ideas on how to continue this story now that the third and final ending has been written and posted. I thank you all for reading my fic and I truly hoped that all of you enjoyed it. Thanks for being great readers and for all the reviews. I will continue to write Love Hina fics and I hope you come to enjoy them as much as you have this one.]