I don't own Love Hina. Love Hina belongs to Ken Akamatsu. The story though is the nagging idea inside my head that caused me so many sleepless nights. I have to include the silliness and unnatural anime quirks in this story to make it feel MORE like the real thing. I can't help it. This anime is meant to entertain, so I did it, but still you should be able to distinguish the seriousness behind all that. I leave that to you. And by the way you might find some other familiar anime characters in here that I crossed over, so sorry for those too! And ofcourse they are owned respectably by their own creators. I know I'm not a good writer. I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Other than that, just enjoy the story.

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0920. Sat. Hinata Apartments.

"Japan is plagued with terror bombs that rocked the nation for the past few weeks causing deaths and injuries to innocent civilians," the television blared through the normal chaos of the Hinata Apartments. "Authorities revealed this morning that these atrocities are perpetrated by a group of terrorist commonly known as ----," channel changed, "GOOOOOD MORNING JAPAN! Today's special guest! ----," channel changed, "It makes your teeth whiter! ---,"

"AAAARGH!" Mitsune a.k.a. Kitsune Konno screamed in frustration while turning the television off, sinking deeper into the lounge. She was hoping that she could break her morning monotony by watching the morning news but it only unsettled her more. "This is awfully hopeless! This morning started quite nicely and now I'm so bored I could just scream!"

It's been two days since we arrived from the Island. And everything seemed to have returned to normal. It's amazing that Keitaro and Naru managed to enroll in the nick of time, Kitsune thought with wonder, and now that I think about it, from what I heard from Naru, Keitaro managed to finish his papers in less the 5 minutes during the exam! Isn't that something! This guy failed three times in a row and then passed the fourth final entrance exams in less than 5 minutes! It's almost like his hands did all the thinking for him while his mind panicked! I guess it should only be natural, I mean, it's the same as training; you're body easily reacts to what it is accustomed to, improving after every failure. Well, natural for Keitaro, I guess.

"Umm, Mitsune," came a timid voice.

Kitsune's train of thoughts broke. She turned and saw a smiling Shinobu Meahara, the resident cook, all-round cleaner, the perfect housewife to be.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you," Shinobu said with a slight bow. She was carrying a laundry basket full of clothes.

Kitsune smiled back. Shinobu always makes her smile. She's got that effect on people, sweet lovely Shinobu. Kitsune leaned forward her hand resting on the lounge seat. "What can I do for you Shinobu?"

Shinobu brightened, "Yes, I was just wondering whether you got your laundry clothes ready in your room so I can pick them up."

"Yes, they're ready. You can go right ahead. Thank you so much, Shinobu-chan,"

There was a crashing noise, a thumping sound, a wail, then a singular – "myu!"

"HAAAAAIIII!" screamed the resident swordswoman, man and turtle hater, all-round ghost/ monster and Keitaro-Pervert exterminator, Motoko Aoyoma.

Shinobu and Kitsune turned and watched Motoko brandish her sword in frustration towards a yellow, flying hot-springs turtle, called Tama. Motoko was followed closely by a dark-skinned, blonde haired girl, the resident scientist/inventor, all-round food left-overs cleaner extraordinaire Su Kaolla, carrying spoon and fork, wearing her army uniform.

"Come on Tama-Tama. This won't hurt a bit! I just want a taste!" Su said while dodging Motoko's sword.

"AAAARGH!" Motoko screamed again, insanity in her eyes, "You've done your last peek you vile creature!"

Shinobu turned to Kitsune, "Umm, shouldn't we stop them?"

"Nah, Tama seems to be okay," Kitsune said watching a worry-free flying turtle zooming in and around an irritated Motoko and hungry Su. Taking everything in, Kitsune relaxed comfortably on the lounge and decided that this morning won't be THAT boring after-all.

"Umm, actually I'm not talking about Tama-Tama," Shinobu said with a slight worry on her face.

"ARA! Everybody seems to be alive this morning," a newcomer said, "ARA! I'm so sorry. I just let myself in, the door was open," the Okinawan beauty, three year ronin and now finally a Tokyo University student, Keitaro-Pervert-Lover Mutsumi Otohime.

Motoko was distracted and so lowered her sword, while Su jumped and settled on her shoulder. Kitsune and Shinobu turned and smiled at Mutsumi.

"Umm, good morning Mutsumi-san,"

"Ohayo! Turtle-lady!"

"Good morning Otohime-san,"

"Howyadoing Mutsumi! Are you here for Naru and Keitaro?"

The hot-springs turtle flew over Mutsumi giving an enthusiastic – "myu!"

"Hello, Tama-Tama," Tama settled on Mutsumi's head, "ARA! Good morning to you all! Yes Kitsune, I'm here for ----,"

A much louder crashing noise came from upstairs. Everybody turned towards the stairs.

"Narusegawa, I didn't mean to …. I'm so sorry!" screamed the only man in an all-girls dormitory, the dorm-manager, object of the entire girl's attention, three year ronin and now finally a Tokyo University student, the hero of this particular story, Keitaro Urashima.

"You pervert! I said hold! Not GRAB!" came in a second scream, the object of Keitaro's fantasies, Keitaro hater/lover, the Ultimate-Keitaro-Pervert Exterminator, one year ronin and now finally a Tokyo University student, Naru Narusegawa.
There was a thudding noise, another crash, and then Keitaro found himself hurtling towards the floors on the lounge area in front of everybody creating a small crater amidst dust. After the dust settled, Keitaro brushed himself, composed a little bit then plastered a silly grin on his face.

"Oh, good morning everybody," Keitaro said with his right hand at the back of his head, "and Shinobu, breakfast this morning was absolutely filling!"

Shinobu blushed with a tentative reply, "Are you sure you're okay sempai?"

"Oh, it's nothing, and oh! Good morning Mutsumi! I guess you're here for Naru, right?"

"ARA! Yes, Keitaro-kun, is she ready?"

"Oh, well, actually, I saw HER getting ready,"

Thudding noise and everybody found a very upset Naru glaring at Keitaro.

"What were you saying? I heard THAT you pervert! And I told you to HOLD not GRAB!" Naru readied for a punch.

Kitsune quickly put her jester-hat on. "Oooooh! Sounds to me like you two have been practicing! And ofcourse Keitaro you should HOLD gently, don't just GRAB, I know I would be upset too,"

Naru's face turned red while Keitaro started to nose bleed. He quickly grabbed his nose. Too late, Naru saw THAT! "It's not like that Kitsune! And you –," She turned to Keitaro, red aura flaming around her, the ULTIMATE PERVERT JUSTICE sentenced, "What were you thinking you pervert," Naru readied for a punch.

For what I'm about to receive… Keitaro prayed, his eyes closed, body altering to – I'm-going-to-get-beaten mode to lessen the pain.

Everybody held their breath. [While every single girl in the lounge room has different opinions regarding such scene, the author would not elaborate more as to this part will be so long that it deserves a whole fanfic story – anyway somebody else would do it… on with the story – shall we … ]

It was an awesome Naru-Punch! Clean, quick and powerful! It's like an extraordinary energy force gathered around that one single fist, lifting Keitaro to his feet then shooting towards the upper floors, finally towards the roof and into the sky like a bullet fired from a gun. Everybody let out a sigh.

"I can't help it. Somehow I feel so refreshed," commented Motoko, sheathing her Hina blade.

Su, with her hand over her eyes trying to get a peek of flying Keitaro, "Keitaro seems to have perfected his bullet style lift off because the holes are smaller than before,"

"Umm, will sempai be okay?"

"Don't worry Shinobu-chan, Keitaro will be back in no time," Kitsune said with relaxed tone, "He better be! That guy's not escaping today's list of chores!"

"ARA! I haven't seen that for awhile! I guess this is my lucky day!" Mutsumi clapping her hands in happiness as she walked gracefully towards Naru.

"Mutsumi, you have to see this uniform I got for the opening ceremony!" Naru said excitedly.

Kitsune smiled. Everything is definitely back to normal. Maybe I should soak a little bit on the hot springs.

1005. Sat. Hinata Police Station.

Fujita Goro is having a very bad morning. Being the senior police officer in a quiet and peaceful district with only a couple of younger 'rookie' police officers, Fujita sighed in extreme boredom. He has been transferred to this station after 'incidents' where on his own opinion are not his fault anyway. Damn politicians! I hate the Meiji Government!—I mean… ehem… where did that come from? What fanfic am I supposed to be in? Damn Imperialists! That particular incident caused some real disturbance in the police force and so stationed him to a far away area where he won't be able to do anymore damage. As I said I hate Imperialists. Did you do this? Battousai? … ehem… I didn't say that – scratch that, I'm supposed to be in – what? Love Hina? A guy managing an all-girls' dorm? Damn! Isn't that a bit perverted?

One of the 'rookie' police officer knocked on his small cramped office.

"What is it?"

"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, but Tokyo chief is on line one," the younger police said uncertainly, thinking if he said it as politely as he could. He heard bad rumors about this senior officer and he doesn't want to be part of his personal shit list. He stabs people? And what about this Destroy-Evil-Immediately thing I've been hearing about! The younger officer thought, cold sweat on his back, waiting.

"I'll take it. And hey! Make sure nobody else disturbs me! CLEAR!"

The younger officer jumped, "Yes SA!" and quickly disappeared locking the office door.

"How are you my old friend?" came from the phone.

"What are you doing to me? I helped you with your request and this is what you reward me?"

"Hold on a second Fujita! Calm down! I stationed you there for your own safety. You're investigation regarding a real terrorist threat inside Japan backed by some government officials is making everybody nervous. Particularly the police and national security department,"

"Damn fools! Don't they know anything other than solicit help from an uncontrollable group of Asian terrorists to gain political powers?"

The phone was silent for a while.

Fujita continued, "But the threat is real. No matter how hard the government tries to hide the situation, more and more innocent people will die. Have you heard anything from them?"

"The last contact was Kyoto bombing, a week ago. Thanks to your effort we're able to save lives,"

"But not good enough to completely stop it. There are still unnecessary deaths,"

"In any case, once we heard something, you will be called to supervise. It doesn't matter whether the department wants you or not, you're our only chance,"

A pause. Fujita lighted a cigarette. Dragged deeply, sighed.

"I appreciate that,"

A knock on the door. Fujita stamped a foot on the floor in annoyance. A shaking 'rookie' said behind the door, "Sir, I'm so sorry, but you got another call on line two,"

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me? Do I have to do everything in here?"

"Please forgive me sir, but this person explicitly asked for your name,"

Huh? The public doesn't know I'm here, only the police force. Senior police officer stations are deemed classified information. Who? "I'm sorry my friend, I think I have a rather nosy mouse on my back at the moment, would you mind holding for a little while?"

"A nosy mouse?" the phone asked.

"Yes, I'll explain later," Fujita pressed a button on the telephone, dragged from his cigarette and gave a very menacing, "Who is this?"

"--- Fujita Goro? ---,"

That voice!

The message was short and straight to the point. The voice behind it was toneless, almost cruelly emotionless regarding the significance of the message. Fujita's face turned darker. The line cut off, the phone became busy, keeping Fujita from saying any words. Not that he has anything to say, it would be utterly useless. Somewhere, a clock has been started, the race is on.

The 'rookie' was waiting for a while. He was shaking, thinking all sorts of nasty things his senior officer can do to him for disturbing his peace. Then suddenly, the door opened, and he almost screamed in fear. Fujita, his senior officer looked much scarier than he already is this morning and what really made him piss his pants off is the way his senior officer is looking at him now. I can scream murder! The 'rookie' thought helplessly.

Fujita leaned down on him, considering he is the tallest man in the police force, and said in a cold and grave voice, "I want you to call all our officers as quickly as possible, but I want you to be quiet about this, I have already asked Tokyo Police department for help, special task force are also on their way, I want all of you meet me somewhere, you got that?"

The 'rookie' just nodded, shaking very badly, as Fujita started towards the door. "But sir!" the 'rookie' squeaked, "Where do you want US to meet you?"

Fujita turned, "Meet me at the Hinata Apartments,"

1010. Sat. Tokyo News Center.

"This wouldn't do!" groaned Megumi Renard. She hasn't slept for the last two days and she is starting to waver in front of her computer. "But I have a deadline to meet! AAARGH! I need a damn STORY!"

"Someone needs a coffee," somebody said from behind, causing Megumi to literally jump out of her chair.

"DAMN! Don't do that to me Akito!" Megumi said with a raised fist towards the newcomer.

"Hei! Chill out will ya!" Akito Tekawa smiled, "I brought you good ole' Tokyo morning coffee made to your liking!" offering a cup of steaming hot white coffee.

Grabbing the coffee out of his hands, "You mean the coffee from the old bartender downstairs," Megumi said while sipping rather ungracefully from the cup.

"Ouch! That rather hurts! But I do care you know!"

"Oh yeah? And what about Yurika? Or Ryoko?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? And what fanfic are we supposed to be in again?"

"They call it Love Hina, about a guy who manages an all-girls dormitory,"

"Wow, sounds perverted isn't it?"

"Oh yeah? And what about a ship full of good looking girls attracted to a single guy, geesh, anime sometimes is too chauvinistic,"

"Hmmm, I guess you're right, anyway, we're not supposed to talk about that, we're just normal reporters in here" brushing his long hair.

"You know you act too much like Akatsuki," commented Megumi with distaste.

"Look who's talking Ryoko duplicate!" retorted Akito, "enough of that! I'm here for you!" pointing his little finger on Megumi, who turned red, furious red, "I mean I got a scoop!"

Megumi brightened a little.

"Yeah! You'll thank me for this," Akito leaned towards Megumi's ears careful not to be overheard in an overcrowded office floor. "I heard that Tokyo Special forces are deployed a few minutes ago,"

Megumi's face became grave, "You mean…"

"You betcha! The government has been giving us only second hand accounts of what really happened and the police force isn't helping either, so I got somebody inside the police force to tell me any unusual reports and I do the rest, well, it costs me a bit more than usual, anyway, I got my video camera ready, I just need a reporter!"

Megumi fell silent for a few minutes.

"Are you up for the challenge? And by the way, you've only got a few seconds to decide because I'm going now," Akito rose and started picking up his equipments.

"I'll do it," Megumi finally said.

"Okay, we'd better get going now, I don't want to miss any action, they're saying that no other reporters are aware of what's going on!" Akito started for the elevator.

"Wait!" Megumi shouted, picking up her bag and followed Akito. "Where are we going?"

"Hinata district. A place called Hinata Apartments,"

1040. Sat. Hinata Tea House.

Haruka opened the small tea house for the day. She woke up early this morning and went to the market to buy some groceries. She came back half an hour ago and started preparing the tea house for business. And all that time she's been waiting for a call. A call from Seta.

I hope that idiot didn't call me when I was out. It's possible, he called me on an ungodly hour last night, but he should call back. He's got lots of explaining to do. These thoughts didn't help her mood which became darker every minute pass by. She felt so tense. She hated waiting like this. There was a lot of commotion too. She thought she heard police sirens and it's been going for a few minutes now. And now that she think of it, she just realized that there is awfully lot of police officers walking around the area. I wonder what's going on. Is there a government official visiting this place? As if to answer her thoughts, a tall man in a suit and young police officer stepped inside the teahouse.

He was the tallest man she's ever seen, taller than Seta. And he's got that Nero eyes to match his emotionless, grave face. He's wearing a blue suit which could match perfectly with a Japanese sword, but at the moment, he's not wearing any weapon. He's got that smirk on his face as if telling her that he could easily take her life if he wants to, - [and so the writer of this fic is becoming undoubtedly sidetracked, sorry about that… on with the story! I'm having too much fun … ]

He sat on the closest table and started to light a cigarette. The younger officer beside him remained standing and kept on looking out towards the door as if he's waiting for someone to arrive. Haruka walked towards them.

"Good morning. What would you like to have?"

"I'm so sorry but I don't think we would have the time. But how about a hot coffee for my younger officer here," the man in the suit said politely dragging deeply from his cigarette.

"Certainly," Haruka smiled and went towards the kitchen. Be more alert than usual!

After a few minutes Haruka returned with hot steaming hot coffee, one of the best in the Hinata. She gently placed them on the table. The man in the suit signaled the younger officer to take the coffee and after a moment of hesitation, he finally gave in, giving the coffee a small sip and then another. The officer brightened.

"It's good isn't it?" asked the man in the suit.

The younger officer nodded without saying a word.

"They say it's one of the best in Hinata," the man looked straight into Haruka, "I'm sorry ma'am, but I have some grave news. Are you the owner of this teahouse?"

"Yes. I am,"

"My name is Inspector Fujita Goro of the Police Department," the man stood extending his hand which Haruka gracefully shook.

"My name is Haruka Urashima," Haruka replied automatically, "Pleased to meet you sir,"

"Before anything else, the government would like to hire your teahouse as our base of operations; it would only take a few minutes,"

"Base of operations?" Haruka puzzled.

There was a knock and then the younger officer quickly stood and saluted. A short thin man with a normal build, a patch of some sort on his left cheek and wearing a traditional kimono is standing outside the door with a couple of other police officers. Fujita walked towards them leaving a rather confused Haruka.

"Kenshin," Fujita shook the offered hand, towering the shorter man.

"Fujita, or should I say, Saito?" Kenshin said with a grave voice. "Tell me Saito, what fanfic is this?"

"Er? Love Hina, about a guy living with six beautiful girls?"

"Oro? Sounds perverted, isn't it?"

"Tell me about it. Anyway. We're supposed to be police people in here. Doesn't matter, at least I got work." Fujita became serious again.

"I see that you have chosen this place as base of operations. Have they called you yet for demands?"

"Not yet. But the instructions are straight to the point as always. We don't know what their target is, which building and what area and what time will they hit,"

"I have already called the special forces. A helicopter should be arriving in a few minutes,"

"Excuse me but could anyone please tell me what's going on?" an agitated Haruka asked walking towards them.

A cell phone rang.

Fujita looked gravely towards Kenshin. He answered the phone. Fujita's face turned paler. Then the caller hang up.

"Kenshin, please order the men to create a cordon just beyond the brick stone steps. It's just as I suspected. The target is the Hinata Apartments!"

Kenshin ran outside and started giving orders. "No one is to be permitted into the Hinata Apartments, make sure that all entrances are guarded, try to keep a calm appearance and don't cause panic, NOW I WANT ALL OF YOU TO MOVE!"

"Yahiko," Kenshin turned towards a younger officer that arrived with him, "I want you to keep any reporters at bay. The last thing we want is to feed information to our enemy,"

"You can count on me Kenshin!" Yahiko left, taking four other police officers with him.

Fujita finally turned towards a stunned Haruka who couldn't believe the enormity of what's going on.

"I'm so sorry. But there is a terrorist cell operating in Japan and they have already bombed several places. All of these bombings are prepared months before the attack. Their modus-operandi starts with a phone call. They tell the attack point and the attack time at the last minute. We have somehow decoded some of their strategy and we can only act according to their demands… I'm so sorry,"

"And are you saying that their next target is the Hinata Apartments?" a shaking Haruka asked.

"Yes,"

"But there are still six people in the apartment!"

Fujita closed his eyes almost in pain. "What? My sources told me that they are still out in the islands!"

"No! They arrived two days ago!"

Fujita quickly turned and walked towards Kenshin.

"Six people?" Kenshin asked clearly in distress.

"Yes,"

"Can we risk it?"

"I don't think so. We don't know how these bastards react. But somehow whenever we follow their demands or rules, we still manage to save lives. This is all my fault. Most of the people in here thought that the building is still empty,"

Haruka ran towards the phone and started to call the Hinata Apartments. She can see that the police have made an efficient blockade and it would be impossible for her to go up the apartments without being noticed or causing a scene.

Please pick up the phone! Please pick up the phone! Please pick up the phone!

Shinobu! Motoko! Su! Kitsune! Naru! For the love of God! Keitaro! Pick up the damn phone!