Musings of A Junior
The Story of Love Hina, told from the point of view of Motoko's Groupie (the three girls from Raika Highschool who keep following Motoko around). For those not familiar with their names, they are:
Kikuko Onoue (the dark haired girl with a sharp voice; also the narrator of this fanfic)
Sachiyo Matsumoto (The short haired girl)
Emi Ichikawa (The girl with two buns on her hair)
Love Hina is property of Ken Akamatsu and licensed by Bandai Entertainment
7:00am
"I wonder what's keeping her?" said Sachiyo.
"Oh I heard she and her friends at the Hinata Inn have some kind of meeting" said Emi.
"I hope she won't be too long, or else we'll be late for First Period" I said.
My friends and I were waiting outside the Hinata Inn for our idol, the legendary Motoko Aoyama. We've looked up to her ever since she came to our school, Raika High, and become the top Kendo athlete, and we couldn't help but just follow her around like bees after honey. Before long, I could swear there was some shouting coming from the Inn. Suddenly Motoko came sprinting out.
"OHH! THERE SHE IS!!!" yelled Emi.
"Wow she must be in a hurry! Let's go!" said Sachyio.
"Motoko! Wait for us!" I called to Motoko.
"DON'T FOLLOW ME!!!" The raven haired Kendo Athlete responded. Despite that, we just tried to keep up with her.
Lunch time
"(Sigh!) I can't believe she'll be gone for three days" said Emi.
"It sure won't be the same without her." said Sachiyo.
"I have to admit I wish we could go on Training Camp along with her" I said.
"Yeah! That would really be cool!" replied Emi.
"So what's up for today?" I asked.
"Oh, right! There's the Math and History tests later, and our long homework in Economics is due" said Sachiyo.
"Good think I got mine done last night" said Emi.
"Me too." I replied. Then the bell rings, signalling the end of lunch. "Well, good luck in the tests later!"
Three Days Later, Motoko Returns
It was raining hard today, but it didn't put a damper on our usual routine, hanging out with Miss Motoko Aoyama. She just got back from her Training Camp, and we were following her, crossing an overpass.
"So how was your Training Camp Motoko?" Sachiyo asked the tall highschooler walking ahead of us, but didn't get a reply.
"Hey, let me take your bags for you" said Emi.
"I can't believe you were only gone for three days. It seemed much more like three years!" I said.
"Stop following me!" replied Motoko.
Our happy banter (if you discount Motoko's irritation of the whole thing), was rudely interrupted by the approach of three of the most dreaded horrors in our lives: boys. Well, two of them eagerly approached us while the third guy followed not too far behind and not looking so enthusiastic. Great, I thought, another bunch of jerks to ruin our day, jerks with glasses too. Eeww. Oh well, Motoko will know just how to deal with them.
"Well, hello ladies!" said the tall guy with brown hair.
"Where you girls headin'?" said the shorter pudgy guy with his hair in a ponytail.
"Hey, are you girls doing anything right now?" tall guy asked.
"Care to join us for karaoke?" pudgy guy asked.
I had enough. "Who do you think you are?" I spat out.
"Losers!" said Emi.
"Oh, go away!" said Sachiyo.
"Oh, come on! Don't be so mean!" said pudgy.
"Come with us, please?" said tall guy. "How about it?" He then did what we feared - he put his hand on the shoulder of Motoko! I cringed.
"Hmm." Motoko looked stoic, but that remark from her told me she was going to deal with them, really harshly. Without warning she swung her umbrella in an upward stroke, and the three boys were blasted away and fell on their backs! The two who tried to hit on us ran away in panic, but the third guy, with dark brown hair and square-lensed glasses, gingerly got up looking confused, apparently stunned that his companions left him. Motoko then pointed her umbrella at him.
"You!" she said, getting the guy's attention and startling him.
"It is perverted hooligans like you with lust in your minds who tempt pure innocent young women, and defile the pure skin of a maiden with unclean hands! Have you no shame?" Motoko admonished.
"I'm sorry about that, but you didn't have to attack us like that..." the guy responded pleadingly with his hands up. How convinient! Does he think he can get away clean with a mere apology after what his friends just did? Okay so he didn't actually do anything himself just now, but then again they're all the same!
"Are you talking back to me, you weakling?" replied Motoko, latching the end of her umbrella on his jacket collar and lifting him up. Wow that's strength for you!
"Ah... a... can't... breathe..." he gasped. Hah! Serves you right jerk! Better if you just lose air and drop dead! He started flaling his arms about, then his right hand came to rest on Motoko's... Oh my! That's... that's disgusting! You Pervert! Motoko must have reacted to that infraction of his - she seems to have stiffened, and her grip on her umbrella loosened so the idiot was released and fell to the ground gasping for breath. Despite his sorry state, I had no remorse for what he just did!
"Yoooouuu!" growled Motoko menacingly.
"Huh?" the guy looked up. Motoko then swung her umbrella above her head like a sword.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Motoko shouted, before bringing her umbrella down. Suddenly a big blast of ki just hit us so hard that I was stunned and shut my eyes. While I was trying to keep my balance, I could hear the guy grunting and yelping, as if he was rolling backwards all the way to the end of the overpass. When it all ended I opened my eyes and saw Motoko panting, like she got winded or something. The guy previously in front of her was some distance away, apparently knocked out. Oh well who cares?
"Wonderful!" said Sachiyo, snapping Motoko out of her reverie.
"Magnificent!" said Emi.
As I walked closer to Motoko, I noticed that her face was all red. I became concerned. "Is something the matter? Motoko, your face is beet red!"
"Huh!" Motoko gasped, but then composed herself. "It's nothing!" She then picked up her umbrella and walked off, stunning us.
"Motoko? Where are you going?" said Emi, before she, Sachiyo, and I, turned and followed Motoko.
"Motoko! Wait!" said Sachiyo. I didn't buy Miss Aoyama's words there. There's something strange going on. I really think she was freaked out by that guy.
-TBC-
The Story of Love Hina, told from the point of view of Motoko's Groupie (the three girls from Raika Highschool who keep following Motoko around). For those not familiar with their names, they are:
Kikuko Onoue (the dark haired girl with a sharp voice; also the narrator of this fanfic)
Sachiyo Matsumoto (The short haired girl)
Emi Ichikawa (The girl with two buns on her hair)
Love Hina is property of Ken Akamatsu and licensed by Bandai Entertainment
7:00am
"I wonder what's keeping her?" said Sachiyo.
"Oh I heard she and her friends at the Hinata Inn have some kind of meeting" said Emi.
"I hope she won't be too long, or else we'll be late for First Period" I said.
My friends and I were waiting outside the Hinata Inn for our idol, the legendary Motoko Aoyama. We've looked up to her ever since she came to our school, Raika High, and become the top Kendo athlete, and we couldn't help but just follow her around like bees after honey. Before long, I could swear there was some shouting coming from the Inn. Suddenly Motoko came sprinting out.
"OHH! THERE SHE IS!!!" yelled Emi.
"Wow she must be in a hurry! Let's go!" said Sachyio.
"Motoko! Wait for us!" I called to Motoko.
"DON'T FOLLOW ME!!!" The raven haired Kendo Athlete responded. Despite that, we just tried to keep up with her.
Lunch time
"(Sigh!) I can't believe she'll be gone for three days" said Emi.
"It sure won't be the same without her." said Sachiyo.
"I have to admit I wish we could go on Training Camp along with her" I said.
"Yeah! That would really be cool!" replied Emi.
"So what's up for today?" I asked.
"Oh, right! There's the Math and History tests later, and our long homework in Economics is due" said Sachiyo.
"Good think I got mine done last night" said Emi.
"Me too." I replied. Then the bell rings, signalling the end of lunch. "Well, good luck in the tests later!"
Three Days Later, Motoko Returns
It was raining hard today, but it didn't put a damper on our usual routine, hanging out with Miss Motoko Aoyama. She just got back from her Training Camp, and we were following her, crossing an overpass.
"So how was your Training Camp Motoko?" Sachiyo asked the tall highschooler walking ahead of us, but didn't get a reply.
"Hey, let me take your bags for you" said Emi.
"I can't believe you were only gone for three days. It seemed much more like three years!" I said.
"Stop following me!" replied Motoko.
Our happy banter (if you discount Motoko's irritation of the whole thing), was rudely interrupted by the approach of three of the most dreaded horrors in our lives: boys. Well, two of them eagerly approached us while the third guy followed not too far behind and not looking so enthusiastic. Great, I thought, another bunch of jerks to ruin our day, jerks with glasses too. Eeww. Oh well, Motoko will know just how to deal with them.
"Well, hello ladies!" said the tall guy with brown hair.
"Where you girls headin'?" said the shorter pudgy guy with his hair in a ponytail.
"Hey, are you girls doing anything right now?" tall guy asked.
"Care to join us for karaoke?" pudgy guy asked.
I had enough. "Who do you think you are?" I spat out.
"Losers!" said Emi.
"Oh, go away!" said Sachiyo.
"Oh, come on! Don't be so mean!" said pudgy.
"Come with us, please?" said tall guy. "How about it?" He then did what we feared - he put his hand on the shoulder of Motoko! I cringed.
"Hmm." Motoko looked stoic, but that remark from her told me she was going to deal with them, really harshly. Without warning she swung her umbrella in an upward stroke, and the three boys were blasted away and fell on their backs! The two who tried to hit on us ran away in panic, but the third guy, with dark brown hair and square-lensed glasses, gingerly got up looking confused, apparently stunned that his companions left him. Motoko then pointed her umbrella at him.
"You!" she said, getting the guy's attention and startling him.
"It is perverted hooligans like you with lust in your minds who tempt pure innocent young women, and defile the pure skin of a maiden with unclean hands! Have you no shame?" Motoko admonished.
"I'm sorry about that, but you didn't have to attack us like that..." the guy responded pleadingly with his hands up. How convinient! Does he think he can get away clean with a mere apology after what his friends just did? Okay so he didn't actually do anything himself just now, but then again they're all the same!
"Are you talking back to me, you weakling?" replied Motoko, latching the end of her umbrella on his jacket collar and lifting him up. Wow that's strength for you!
"Ah... a... can't... breathe..." he gasped. Hah! Serves you right jerk! Better if you just lose air and drop dead! He started flaling his arms about, then his right hand came to rest on Motoko's... Oh my! That's... that's disgusting! You Pervert! Motoko must have reacted to that infraction of his - she seems to have stiffened, and her grip on her umbrella loosened so the idiot was released and fell to the ground gasping for breath. Despite his sorry state, I had no remorse for what he just did!
"Yoooouuu!" growled Motoko menacingly.
"Huh?" the guy looked up. Motoko then swung her umbrella above her head like a sword.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Motoko shouted, before bringing her umbrella down. Suddenly a big blast of ki just hit us so hard that I was stunned and shut my eyes. While I was trying to keep my balance, I could hear the guy grunting and yelping, as if he was rolling backwards all the way to the end of the overpass. When it all ended I opened my eyes and saw Motoko panting, like she got winded or something. The guy previously in front of her was some distance away, apparently knocked out. Oh well who cares?
"Wonderful!" said Sachiyo, snapping Motoko out of her reverie.
"Magnificent!" said Emi.
As I walked closer to Motoko, I noticed that her face was all red. I became concerned. "Is something the matter? Motoko, your face is beet red!"
"Huh!" Motoko gasped, but then composed herself. "It's nothing!" She then picked up her umbrella and walked off, stunning us.
"Motoko? Where are you going?" said Emi, before she, Sachiyo, and I, turned and followed Motoko.
"Motoko! Wait!" said Sachiyo. I didn't buy Miss Aoyama's words there. There's something strange going on. I really think she was freaked out by that guy.
-TBC-