Disclaimer: I do not, or have ever owned Love Hina, and do not claim credit for its creation. Love Hina is the property of its respective owners. I use their characters here without consent, for non-profit intentions for the enjoyment of you the reader. The idea of this fic, is not of my own, and I have _not_ asked for permission to use this idea. I do not claim this idea that was inspired by a Ranma fic by Adrian D. Moten to have originated in my thoughts whatsoever.

In the final chapter, I will site the story and the link of the story that I followed as a foundation for this story.

When Things Happen
Chapter 2- News

"Keitaro, you PERVERT!" Naru screamed as Keitaro slammed into the door, bashing it open, and landing in a heap. Keitaro brushed himself off, as he heard Naru stomping off away from Hinata Sou. It was early evening now. Keitaro set a few bones back in place and stood. He limped to the bathroom under the stairs, and opened the medicine cabinet. He picked out bandages for every cut he could tell he had. Keitaro then turned to wobble back into the living room.

"Damn that hurt," Keitaro said as he sat down. It wasn't hurting as much anymore, his immortality was kicking in. In a few seconds most of the damage would be gone, and it'd only take a few hours for the cuts to heal. He muttered curses to himself about violent chicks, and bandaged himself.

Motoko walked down the stairs after coming back inside from thinking on the roof. She came down and paused as Keitaro alone, was sitting on the couch. She sighed. She continued walking down the stairs with her head lowered. Keitaro turned to see who was coming at the sound of footsteps. It was Motoko.

"Oh, it's just you Motoko. Would you believe Naru?!? I said her shirt looked nice, and she belted me one while calling me a pervert. She must have thought I noticed that her nipples seemed to poke out of her thing shirt. Not that I really noticed or anything," Keitaro quickly covered. "Or maybe it was because I was having fun walking Su home."

Motoko didn't reply as she slowly continued walking towards the couch after coming to the end of the stairs. After what seemed an eternity, she arrived in front of Keitaro. She had her head bowed and her hair obscured his view.

"M-Motoko? What's wrong?"

Silence was his only response. He attempted to make out her whole expression or even just to see her eyes as she stood there. She felt his piercing gaze. It soon became obvious she wasn't going to answer on her own. The long period of silence began to even gnaw on Keitaro's infinite patience.

"What happened, tell me please!" Keitaro begged Motoko. Motoko raised her head enough for the hair to remove the hair from obscuring her face. She gave Keitaro I haunted and serious look. The look was more serious then he had ever witnessed on Motoko's face ever before. It was truly serious.

"Urashima." Motoko spoke. "Keitaro, The reason why I couldn't walk Su home today, was because I went to see a doctor. I have been feeling sick lately, and was beginning to worry."

Keitaro waited for her to continue. No continuation was forthcoming. He witnessed a tear roll down Motoko cheek. Motoko gave out a choked sob. Keitaro stood and wiped the tear from Motoko's face. As he began to move his hand away from Motoko's face, a hand clasped his own, halting his hand's retreat. Motoko leaned into Keitaro's hand and felt its warmth. Keitaro gave her a worried look. Motoko looked back at Keitaro from the hand she was holding and looked him deep into his eyes.

Deep brown eyes met deep black. Brown eyes became lost in the black void of those incredibly dark, yet caring eyes. Black eyes looked in forest brown eyes with concern. Keitaro swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Keitaro, I'm pregnant." Another tear rolled down Motoko's cheek.

The image of Motoko burned deeply in his eyes. "Motoko, why didn't you tell Naru or Kitsune? Why tell me this?"

Motoko brought Keitaro's hand from her face and between them. She now held his hand in both of hers, as she looked him deeply in the eyes.

"Ura...Keitaro, neither of them are the father of my child."

Keitaro went so stiff that he was comparable to stone. He looked desperately into Motoko's eyes looked for some hint of mirth or humor, but found none. Keitaro's expression became that of helplessness. Motoko finally let all of her weight on Keitaro, and they both fell onto the couch with Motoko holding Keitaro tightly. Keitaro stared off into the distance at nothing in particular. In unison,

"What are we going to do?"

Please Review. I tend to update my popular series first and more often. This fic, since it is following another as its foundation, will be an easy write until chapter 7, which is not completed in the original, and from there forward will be all me. My Hina fics tend to be real popular, so I spend whole days writing chapters to them. This one, so far, hasn't shown itself to be so.... Unless proved otherwise, don't expect another update until end July.