I don't own any parts of Love Hina
Haruka felt tired from running so damned much. Of course Seta had to turn the wrong corner and wake the undead.
If only they had weapons, she would fight instead of running away like a coward...like she did so long ago.
It was then that she noticed Seta reaching into his pockets and pulled out a small device that looked like one of Su's inventions. Seta tossed it at her and Haruka hit the small red button that was located on top of the device. It quickly expanded into a rocket launcher.
Seta then reached into his lab coat pockets and pulled out two guns. He gave Haruka a wink then began shooting at anything that moved.
When Kitsune was young, she didn't remember being such a problematic child.
Well, that wasn't true. She didn't remember being yelled at for the things that she did. After all, she had managed to turn her father's Jacuzzi into a mud filled play land for flies; had scared off soon to be step-mom after soon to be step-mom; beat up several neighborhood children; and other unmentionable acts.
She never remembered getting yelled at. Her father would always smile at her then, as soon as she turned seven, she was sent away to Hinata Hotel and put in the care of Grandma Urashima. Those were the only memories she had when she was a child.
So, when Sarah did something bad, like locking Kitsune in the bathroom or making all her see through clothes opaque (Kitsune still didn't know how the girl managed that) she had no idea what to do. Yelling at her didn't seem to work and any discipline that Kitsune threw at her was pointless.
Kitsune frowned, wondering why Sarah was so terrible right now.
It was just like that day several years ago. Watching Seta a few steps in front of her, gripping a pistol in each hand as he shot the creatures that erupted from the walls in front of them while she turned around periodically, blasting rockets at the numerous turtles that chased after them had brought back memories of long ago.
The only thing missing was Sarah's mother, running between Seta and Haruka. Every now and then Haruka had to blink away the ghost that she could swear was just a few feet beside her. The golden tangle of hair, flying in the breeze, was almost visible and if Haruka had just stuck out her hand, she could swear that she would feel the soft strands encircle her fingertips.
"This way," Seta cried, a strange grin distorting his face.
"That's what you said several turns ago! Thanks to your mental ability to guess which turn to take, there are now dozens of turtles up our asses!" Haruka loaded another rocket on the rocket launcher, mentally thanking Su for handing it to her as a souvenir. She turned on her toe, running backwards, and aimed at a particularly large turtle that appeared to be drooling. Great, Haruka thought. The second biggest pervert in here next to Seta…
Before she could fire, firm fingers encircled her upper arm and pulled her into a crevice. "What the hell do you think" Haruka didn't even finish her sentence before Seta covered her mouth with his hand. There was a strange twinkle in his eye as he slowly lowered his head and draped his arm around her shoulder.
Her knee flew to his crotch. "Don't even think about it, pervert. I'm not drunk nor am I remotely that scared."
Seta keeled over, grabbing his crotch. "Just how I like it," he muttered. "Quick and painful."
Haruka rolled her eyes and looked out the crevice. The thousands of animals that had been following them were now passing by their hiding spots. Who would've known that a simple technique would easily baffle those animals.
Haruka took that time to squat down and take a deep breath.
"Do you remember?" Seta asked after a moment of silence.
Haruka leaned her head against the wall, peeking at him from beneath her bangs. "Remember what?"
Seta hesitated then pointed a gun at the wall. Haruka turned her gaze and saw a strange carving. She scooted close to it and brushed some dust aside so she could read it better. There was a deep engraving on it that made Haruka smile slightly.
"Oh," she said and sat back, next to Seta. This time, she didn't protest when he lay an arm around her shoulder. Instead, she snuggled closer to him, memories reviving from that time, long ago. "It's that time of year, isn't it?"
Seta nodded. "That's why I wanted to come here. We made a promise, didn't we?"
Haruka nodded. "We did."
Kitsune could easily stab her in the back of the head. The little girl wasn't looking and there was no one who would be able to stop her. Besides, the little tyke deserved it, especially after peeking through some of Kitsune's secret box collection that hid some of her special toys. She hadn't wanted anyone to see any of them. Usually, Kitsune was alright about showing off anything like that but these toys…they had come from very personal male friends who knew her more than anyone ever had. These objects made her delightfully happy when she was in the privacy of her own room
To have that little Sarah violate that boundary was just asking too much.
But it didn't make sense. For a few months, Sarah had been withholding her usual temper and pranks. Why was it starting up now all of a sudden. It didn't make sense.
So, Kitsune had the knife poised just above Sarah's head while the girl was happily munching away on some food when the door burst open and Kitsune heard a loud gun shot. Before she knew it, the knife had flown out of her hand and landed, sharp edge down, on the table.
Sarah had glanced up the same time Kitsune had, wondering who would have done that.
Seta was at the door with a smoking gun in his hand while Haruka was lighting a cigarette. Sarah jumped up from the table and ran to Seta with her arms open. Seta easily scooped her up.
"You shouldn't try to kill a child," Haruka said as she passed by Kitsune and looked into the refrigerator. Seeing nothing, Haruka shut it and glanced at Kitsune.
"You don't understand! She took all my special toys and handed them out to random people!"
"For goodness sake," Sarah pouted. "They were FURBIES! FREAKING FERBIES! It's not like it was anything fun."
"Still," Seta said as he placed Sarah on the ground. "You shouldn't give away things that aren't yours."
Sarah looked like she was about to protest but thought better of it. She turned to Kitsune and pretended to make a sad face. "I'm sorry I gave away your Furbies." For a second, Kitsune could have witnessed something that fell along the lines of true sorrow for her actions. For that moment, Kitsune felt her heart break and wondered why.
"Good," Haruka said and made for the door. "I'm hungry. If you guys need me, I'll be at the Tea House."
Kitsune took a step forward. "Wait, where did you guys go?"
Haruka was already out the door but Seta had stayed behind, his hand gripping Sara's tightly. "We were just fulfilling a promise." He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a photograph. He tossed it lazily toward Kitsune he caught it with difficulty.
Kitsune looked down at it and saw an engraving.
Urashima, Seta+ MacDogal First Year Expedition
And hopefully not the last
See you guys in 10 years
Kitsune knew that it wasn't Haruka nor Seta's handwriting after having been able to forge both of them for a while now hey, she needed permission slips and letters to ditch school on several occasions and Granny Urashima's handwriting was just too complicated to copy so it had to have been MacDogal, Sarah's mother.
Kitsune shoved the note into a drawer, making sure that nothing would happen to it. She then hurriedly left the kitchen, hoping to catch up with Haruka, Seta, and most importantly Sarah. Kitsune finally realized why Sarah was acting up and decided that she would just see and play with the little girl for just a few more hours.
End
Sorry this story was so short. I just can't find the time to completely tell a true tale with the schedule that I have for school. Rather than leaving it hanging, I decided to end it sooner than I thought I would. Maybe I'll pick it up again some day, but not any time soon.
I hope it was good enough, though. Take care and I hope you were entertained, even if for a few minutes.
By the way, I don't own Furbies and I have nothing against Furby owners. I just couldn't think of anything at the time.
