HEAVEN IS A PLACE CALLED THE HINATA SOU
(A LOVE HINA/OH! MY GODDESS CROSSOVER FANFIC.)
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Death's Head - I don't own Love Hina or Oh! My Goddess. Ken Akamatsu owns Love Hina, whilst Oh! MY Goddess is owned by Kosuke Fujishima. I own Greg Macfarlane, Angelica Macfarlane and Ivory.
Angelica - Now things start to get interesting.
Death's Head - Go back to your room, listening to your pathetic music.
Angelica - Pathetic?!? Just because I listen to modern music, not the plain instrumental concertal stuff you....
Death's Head - ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!
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In Australia at that exact moment :
Greg Macfarlane walked into his room and threw his bag into the wall. He was, in a word, upset. His twin had decided to take off, again, therefore leaving him stranded in the city. Even though his friend had offered to give him some money for bus fare (25c, for bus fare? Couldn't even get out of the city limits with that amount, but no hard feelings ok mate?), Greg had politely declined. Instead, he walked the nine kilometres from the city, back to his home in suburbia.
Also, add into that equation, a bag full of games, manga and anime merchandise, weighing around twenty-five kilos, would be enough to aggravate anyone. It seemed to Greg, who was a student of Norse mythology and also a practising Rune mage, that the Fates, the Norns, were going out of their way to make his day Hell. Seeing as it was spring, you'd think it was a nice pleasant spring day. Remember that the Norns are playing with him. So, it was raining heavily. During his 'trek' he was repeatedly drenched by trucks driving along, splashing water on him. He cursed for the upteenth time, at the blonde/white haired bimbo, who had decided to use the parking space his car was STILL PARKED in, therefore destroying his car, leaving him dependant on public transport for the past two weeks and his sister's kindness, seeing as she still had a car. Also, add his twin abandoning him, and he aint a happy chappy.
In his room, was just the standard requirements for a seventeen year old, wardrobe, bed, 3 computers on table (his pride and joy, networked together), HiFi system, display case for figures, assorted game consoles and his pet cat. The cat, Ivory she was called, looked at him, then went back to sleep. Greg sighed and placed his Castlevania OST in his HiFi and decided to relax.
He didn't relax long....
Suddenly, blasting through the entire house, effectively drowning out the atmospheric soundtrack he had been listening to, was a song he despised. Rock DJ by Robbie Williams. He snarled, his twin was home, oh joy. Ever since he told her he hated this song, she played it constantly, just to bug him.
So, he did the only thing a person in his situation could do.
He went outside, opened the meter box, and flipped off the main power switch.
Instantly, the house was quiet.
"Ahh, the calm, the peace and tranquillity." Greg said to himself.
Next minute....
"GREG!!!! TURN THE (expletive deleted.) POWER BACK ON YOU (expletive deleted)!!!!"
Greg smiled "Sorry sis, power failure. Not my fault."
His twin stormed out of her room, just as he entered the house again, and glared death at him.
"Power failure my butt! If it was a power failure, what the flying Hell were YOU doing outside!?!"
"Getting some fresh air and also clearing my ears. See, after hearing that NOISE coming from your room, it was rather damaging to my ears. Also, the stench of you coming out of the bathroom, let's just say, if the government ever needs a portable supply of nerve gas, we can always get you to work for them."
His twin's face went as red as her tresses. Before she could do anything though, the phone rang. She snatched it.
"Yeah, whaddya want."
"Uhh, Hi Ange. Umm, is Greg there?" came the reply.
Ange (Angelica) threw the phone to her brother.
"It's for you. The White mage wants his robes back."
"Oh, were they chafing you when you wore them to bed last night?"
Angelica turned and stormed off. Greg chuckled, as he raised the phone to his ear.
"Hey Enki, what's up?"
"Well, not the temperature that's for sure." Came the reply.
"Very droll mate, very droll."
"Heh, heh, heh, yeah well you know me."
"Much to my eternal disgust."
"Hmmm, so.... You got back alright? How was your walk?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"That bad huh? If I didn't know better, I'd say that the Norns have it in for you."
"Yeah well, Do the best with the cards, that the Fates have dealt you."
"So true. Anyway, just thought I'd call to see if you got back alright."
"Oh yeah, got back fine. Wet, miserable and loathing my sister."
"Well, at least you have one sister to deal with, I've got three."
"Wanna trade?"
"Ahh, better the devil you know than the devil you don't."
"Shaddup."
"What? It's true."
Just then, his parents walk through the door, and see Greg.
"Gotta go Enki. Parent's back, and I have a sister to torment."
"OK, give them my regards."
"Regards? Puh-leaze."
Greg hangs up the phone, and looks at his parents. He proceeded to tell them how his day was. All the while, his sister laughing at him.
Unbeknownst to any of them, a presence was watching from afar, waiting for the time to approach.
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Death's Head - There is nothing worse in this entire existence, than a sister, who thinks she knows better when it comes to taste in music. I prefer works of Nobuo Uematsu, Elliot Goldenthal, as well as some current music. **sigh** Never have an arguement with your twin over music.
Angelica - Damn right. R&R please.
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Death's Head - I don't own Love Hina or Oh! My Goddess. Ken Akamatsu owns Love Hina, whilst Oh! MY Goddess is owned by Kosuke Fujishima. I own Greg Macfarlane, Angelica Macfarlane and Ivory.
Angelica - Now things start to get interesting.
Death's Head - Go back to your room, listening to your pathetic music.
Angelica - Pathetic?!? Just because I listen to modern music, not the plain instrumental concertal stuff you....
Death's Head - ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!
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In Australia at that exact moment :
Greg Macfarlane walked into his room and threw his bag into the wall. He was, in a word, upset. His twin had decided to take off, again, therefore leaving him stranded in the city. Even though his friend had offered to give him some money for bus fare (25c, for bus fare? Couldn't even get out of the city limits with that amount, but no hard feelings ok mate?), Greg had politely declined. Instead, he walked the nine kilometres from the city, back to his home in suburbia.
Also, add into that equation, a bag full of games, manga and anime merchandise, weighing around twenty-five kilos, would be enough to aggravate anyone. It seemed to Greg, who was a student of Norse mythology and also a practising Rune mage, that the Fates, the Norns, were going out of their way to make his day Hell. Seeing as it was spring, you'd think it was a nice pleasant spring day. Remember that the Norns are playing with him. So, it was raining heavily. During his 'trek' he was repeatedly drenched by trucks driving along, splashing water on him. He cursed for the upteenth time, at the blonde/white haired bimbo, who had decided to use the parking space his car was STILL PARKED in, therefore destroying his car, leaving him dependant on public transport for the past two weeks and his sister's kindness, seeing as she still had a car. Also, add his twin abandoning him, and he aint a happy chappy.
In his room, was just the standard requirements for a seventeen year old, wardrobe, bed, 3 computers on table (his pride and joy, networked together), HiFi system, display case for figures, assorted game consoles and his pet cat. The cat, Ivory she was called, looked at him, then went back to sleep. Greg sighed and placed his Castlevania OST in his HiFi and decided to relax.
He didn't relax long....
Suddenly, blasting through the entire house, effectively drowning out the atmospheric soundtrack he had been listening to, was a song he despised. Rock DJ by Robbie Williams. He snarled, his twin was home, oh joy. Ever since he told her he hated this song, she played it constantly, just to bug him.
So, he did the only thing a person in his situation could do.
He went outside, opened the meter box, and flipped off the main power switch.
Instantly, the house was quiet.
"Ahh, the calm, the peace and tranquillity." Greg said to himself.
Next minute....
"GREG!!!! TURN THE (expletive deleted.) POWER BACK ON YOU (expletive deleted)!!!!"
Greg smiled "Sorry sis, power failure. Not my fault."
His twin stormed out of her room, just as he entered the house again, and glared death at him.
"Power failure my butt! If it was a power failure, what the flying Hell were YOU doing outside!?!"
"Getting some fresh air and also clearing my ears. See, after hearing that NOISE coming from your room, it was rather damaging to my ears. Also, the stench of you coming out of the bathroom, let's just say, if the government ever needs a portable supply of nerve gas, we can always get you to work for them."
His twin's face went as red as her tresses. Before she could do anything though, the phone rang. She snatched it.
"Yeah, whaddya want."
"Uhh, Hi Ange. Umm, is Greg there?" came the reply.
Ange (Angelica) threw the phone to her brother.
"It's for you. The White mage wants his robes back."
"Oh, were they chafing you when you wore them to bed last night?"
Angelica turned and stormed off. Greg chuckled, as he raised the phone to his ear.
"Hey Enki, what's up?"
"Well, not the temperature that's for sure." Came the reply.
"Very droll mate, very droll."
"Heh, heh, heh, yeah well you know me."
"Much to my eternal disgust."
"Hmmm, so.... You got back alright? How was your walk?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"That bad huh? If I didn't know better, I'd say that the Norns have it in for you."
"Yeah well, Do the best with the cards, that the Fates have dealt you."
"So true. Anyway, just thought I'd call to see if you got back alright."
"Oh yeah, got back fine. Wet, miserable and loathing my sister."
"Well, at least you have one sister to deal with, I've got three."
"Wanna trade?"
"Ahh, better the devil you know than the devil you don't."
"Shaddup."
"What? It's true."
Just then, his parents walk through the door, and see Greg.
"Gotta go Enki. Parent's back, and I have a sister to torment."
"OK, give them my regards."
"Regards? Puh-leaze."
Greg hangs up the phone, and looks at his parents. He proceeded to tell them how his day was. All the while, his sister laughing at him.
Unbeknownst to any of them, a presence was watching from afar, waiting for the time to approach.
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Death's Head - There is nothing worse in this entire existence, than a sister, who thinks she knows better when it comes to taste in music. I prefer works of Nobuo Uematsu, Elliot Goldenthal, as well as some current music. **sigh** Never have an arguement with your twin over music.
Angelica - Damn right. R&R please.