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. Greg Macfarlane, Angelica Macfarlane, William Macfarlane, Megumi Macfarlane, Marcus Cracknell are my own creations. All other characters are owned by their respective creators.
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Onboard flight 875 :
Angelica stretched and sighed. Her brother, was asleep in the chair next to her, and her parents, behind them, were discussing matters amongst themselves. Angelica didn't really care what her parents were talking about, as long as it didn't concern her or Greg, she didn't want to know about it.
Angelica looked at her brother, sleeping, and reached over and pushed back a strand of hair which had fallen over his face. Even though she acted as if she hated him, all sisters act that way towards their brothers, she cared a great deal about him. She admitted to a friend of hers, she loved her brother, and would do anything to look out for him. When her friend asked her is she loved Greg 'that' way, Angelica responded by giving a definite NO. To Angelica, a definite NO consists of, first saying NO, then hitting that person in his/her face. She loved Greg as a brother, and along that line of thinking, wanted to protect him.
Angelica leaned back in her chair, and remembered Greg's ex girlfriend, Alyssa McDonaghue. She remembered how Alyssa used and manipulated Greg into doing things for her and getting gifts for her. Angelica had to admit, her brother was stupid in that relationship. Thing was, Greg proved his worth, confronting Alyssa at the school ball, where she and her new boyfriend had been crowned the King and Queen of the ball. A smile crawled over Angelica's face as she remembered the scene.
Alyssa and her new boyfriend, Harold MacArthur, had been in the middle of the final dance, when Greg appeared before them. Wearing his dark clothing, complete with trenchcoat, Greg looked like a gothic avenging angel. Alyssa and Harold had cringed away from him, and everyone else, gathered in the hall, had crowded around, eager to witness a fight. Greg disappointed them. He just stared at both the King and Queen, before warning them of each other, and telling certain 'truths' about both of them, not only to their faces, but to everyone in the hall. Afterwards, Greg turned and left, Alyssa and Harold, were red faced by the truth's Greg had exposed, and were trying to leave amidst the jeers from their fellows.
Angelica smiled. Greg had a evil side to him, one which she had seen quite a few times before, and when it came out, be warned. Even though she pissed him off, he never went over the edge. At times that really annoyed her, but now, she's grown to accept it. She looked at the magazine she had been reading, and looked at the article in it. Martial Arts. That was one thing which really brought them together. Their love for the Art. The two of them, had started at the same time, but Greg had become more focused and advanced quicker than she did. Their Sensei had been impressed with both of them, and had, as a parting gift, given them two gifts he had brought back from his homeland, ironically the same place Angelica and Greg were heading to now.
With the gift Greg had, a small piece of metal, he had it with him, on his way to Japan. Once he arrived, he was going to find a forge, and make a katana out of his Sensei's gift. Angelica had the same as well, and had already carved a pommel for her sword. As far as she knew, Greg kept the pommel of their great-great-grandfather's blade, a polished and intricately carved piece of Ivory. Angelica smiled. Ivory. Not only was his pommel made of that material, his cat (which Marcus was looking after.), also bore the same name.
Ivory was a grey and white cat who didn't take crap from anyone. She did what she want, when she wanted, and to Hell with anyone who disagreed with her. Angelica liked that.
A shudder ran through the plane, disturbing everyone. Angelica looked and grabbed the arm of a stewardess.
"Stewardess, what's going on?"
The stewardess, a petite brunette, looked at her.
"E.. Everything's alright. Please fasten your seatbelts."
Angelica frowned. The stewardess had a very worried expression on her face. If the stewardess was worried, then things were looking bad. Greg's hand touched her elbow.
"Plane's pitch is off. Something is very, very wrong with this plane."
Angelica looked at him.
"Greg, we're still over an hour away from Narita Airport...."
Greg had already tighten his seatbelt, and had told their parents to do the same. He faced his sister, as he tightened her belt.
"Trust me Angel, the Runes warned me something was going to happen, but I didn't listen to them." Greg frowned, as he fastened his sling-bag around his shoulders "Angel, the next hour is going to be Hell."
Angelica leaned back, her own sling-bag around her shoulders. This flight, had now taken an interesting turn of events.
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30 minutes later, at the Hinata Sou :
Keitaro looked up from his studying, and glanced at the clock. In about two hours or so, Naru and the others would be back, along with her penpal and his family. He turned back and faced his study book. The page was blank. He glanced over and saw his study partner, and girlfriend, was sound asleep. He groaned, as he saw Tama-chan sitting on Mutsumi's stomach, asleep as well.
"Why does this always happen. Why?"
"Talking to yourself again Urashima?"
Keitaro jumped three feet in the air, before landing sprawled on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the speaker. Standing at the door, was Motoko Aoyama and his sister Kanako. Kuro was floating in the background.
"Onii-chan, if you keep jumping at every sound, you're going to hurt yourself one day." Kanako said.
Keitaro groaned, his hand on his head, as he sat up.
"Well, if people keep on scaring me like that...."
Motoko rolled her eyes.
"Don't you have a promise to keep Urashima? You had better keep studying, so you can fulfil it."
Keitaro nodded, glumly.
"I will Motoko. I will not go back on my word."
Motoko groaned and walked off, Kanako and Keitaro watch her go. Kuro flew into the room, and landed on the kotetsu. Kuro looked at Mutsumi and Tama, then knocked Mutsumi's paperwork and study aids onto the floor. Keitaro freaked.
"KURO!!! WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!?!?!"
"Because I can, nya."
Kanako walked in and picked up the scattered equipment and placed them in a neat pile next to the kotetsu. She looked at Keitaro.
"Onii-chan, why must you study in a room such as this?"
Keitaro looked around his room. It was clean, neat, uncluttered. Then it hit him.
"Well, umm, Kanako. My room is far more quiet, and is better suited for study."
"But why YOUR room? Why not, say in the dining room? Or even the lounge room. Why not the Tea house? Kentaro is working there today, so he could let you and Mutsumi in."
"But Kanako, all of my study books are here. Besides," Keitaro sits back at the kotetsu "I like studying here better."
Kanako narrowed her eyes.
"Onii-chan..."
Then Mutsumi woke up.
"Oh my, what a nice dream. I dreamt I was a character in an episode of liddo kun and friends, and had lots of fun, until they decided to behead me, and use my head for a bowling ball."
"Only in my dreams." Mutters Kanako.
Keitaro looked at his sister, then back to his girlfriend.
"Mutsumi, umm, it was only a dream. That'd never happen in real life."
Kanako looked at Keitaro from the corner of her eyes and was about to say something, but Keitaro quieted her with a look.
"Fu, fu, fu..."
Mutsumi picked up her study books and placed them back on the table. She then looked at the clock.
"Oh dear, not much time left until they return. We had better hurry Kei-kun." Mutsumi looked and saw Kanako "Oh, hello Kanako, how are you?"
"Urr, I'm fine, thank you for asking." Kanako stood "I had better go and help Shinobu with the cooking. After all, we DO have visitors coming."
Kanako stood and walk out the door, Kuro behind her. Keitaro looked at Mutsumi, and she smiled back at him.
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Death's Head – Sorry about the lateness of an update. I've been extremely busy with other projects (Being hosted here at Fanfiction.Net.), and this one just slipped to the bottom of my work load. However, even though I'm working on numerous other projects, I will do my best to come back to this story. Why? Simple, this was my third story here (The second has been moved to Fictionpress.Net), so I'm definitely going to finish this one. R&R please.