A/N - Important This story has been updated and rewritten. Meaning you
have to read it over to understand it. Why? Because I was having plot
problems and I've been waging war against my computer that has internet
connection. I'm lucky, no you're lucky this is even up. R&R
Chapter 1 - Unbottled Rage
It was a quiet day in Hinata Sou, well, as quiet as one can espect in an all girls dorm that happens to have a male manager. Thus the morning started with it's own little 'quirks', which often left 21 year old, Keitaro Urashima in a bloody heap in the dining room laying underneath a certain red-haired demon called Naru Narusegewa. It was always like this, day after day after day. And it always ended with Keitaro in a bloody heap in need of medical attention. Of course everyday, he pasted that same smile right on. That smile that could brighten any room, a smile that made your heart jump in joy, but a fake smile nonetheless. Keitaro Urashima had not really smiled in god knows how many years. Speaking of the ronin turned landlord, he was currently in his room looking over his old picture book.
He sighed, turning another page, only to have more and more forced smiles hurled at him. Every picture, of him, alone, with a forced smile, stabbed his heart like a hot knife. Again he turned, and again another stab. He quickly put the book away, not wanting to dwell in his misery. 'Besides,' he told himself, 'I have work to do. The generators broken, the hotsprings need cleaning, and Naru ordered a new table tosay that needs to be put together. Today's an easy day. Funny how to anyone except me, this would seem like a boatload of chores, heh?' Quickly discarding his stray thoughts, Keitaro grabbed a tool set and prepared for his day.
The generator was a simple fix. All he had to do was get the left fender bolt at the store. But he also needed to do his other chores. Deciding to ask one of his tenants, he made his way to the kitchen, which he, for once, reached without trouble. There, as he expected, was Shinobu, taking her day off. "Um, Shinobu? Could you go run to the store and get me a bolt. I'm really busy with other chores and I'd really appreciate it." Shinobu looked startled for a minute before turning slightly annoyed. "Why should I get it. It's my day off. Get it yourself, you ronin." She said acidly. Keitaro wasn't surprised, she had really turned into a Naru- chibi or sorts. Although never actually striking him, she never seemed to miss a chance to flaunt his failure in front of him. 'Oh, shut up, you bitch. I do ten times the amount of work you do and even more. In fact, the only reason you're here is because of me talking to your parents. I'm really disappointed in you Shinobu.' He thought bitterly, but said out loud; "Well, I guess you deserve a break. I can just go and get it myself." Once again that fake smile was plastered onto his face and, once again, his pain was hidden from the world.
The walk was grueling, because of the summer sun. All of Hinata was in the middle of a huge heatwave, raising the sale of airconditioners by thousands of yen, yen that Keitaro was forced to use on one. Before he could go back to the store, Naru and Motoko had cornered him, harassing him about not taking care of his tenants, and that fact that he should be grateful that they let him stay and the fact that he should get an air- conditioning unit for the dorms. As of this moment, right now, Keitaro Urashima was carrying a large box, two gallons worth of Sake, the bolt as well as five packs of 8 AA batteries. This mini shopping spree had left the landlord with an unwanted part-time job and an empty wallet. He sighed as he continued walking. "Isn't the unit in yet, Urashima." Motoko asked by way of greeting about an hour later. Keitaro, who had taken a short nap on the couch halfway through constructing the monster air conditioner, looked, for once peaceful. Of course, Motoko soon changed that. "Why you lazy, lecherous pervert. Air Splitting Evil Spirit Sword!" And once again, Keitaro is sent into the heart of Tokyo, from where he has to walk home, having no money for the trolley.
It is now midday and lunched has just been finished when Keitaro Urashima walks in the door. "And where have you been, baka. Enjoying the weather while we have to suffer because you're too lazy to fix the air conditioner. You're so selfish." Naru accused wagging a finger at the sighing Keitaro. "But Motoko." "Just shutup with all your excuses. I'm tired of hearing them." "Okay, I'm sorry. Um, Shinobu may I get some lunch." "Make your own, some of us bother to be here when lunch is served. You can't walk in here anytime you want and ask for food like you own the place." Keitaro almost strangled her, but managed to calm down enough to unclench his fist and plant that same fake smile on his face, before walking away.
Three p.m found the air conditioning unit installed and Keitaro Urashima in the hotsprings, scrubbing the tiles with more force than nesseccary, in a vain attempt too dispel the bottled rage that lay within him. 'Who does she think she is, that Shinobu. I do own this place. And Naru and Motoko, beating me for makig excuses while all they do is beat me and abuse me. Su and Sara definetly aren't helping at all. Su still thinks I'm a guinea pig, while Sara uses me for target practice. I haven't even heard or seen from Mutsumi in a long time. I swear, one of these days, I might just burst.' "Are you still no done ronin. Well finish up, because we have to use the hotsprings." "Okay, lousy bitches." He mutters. Unfortunatley, Naru hears him mumbling, though didn't hear what he said, but still takes it negatively. "What'd you say Ronin?" "Nothing!" "Don't give me that crap." Naru runs up to him kicks him in the ribs with her boots, elbows his back, and sends him flying, with her patented punches.
By seven, Keitaro had returned, seething but keeping it hidden well, finished cleaning the hotsprings and was carrying Naru's finished table to her room. He knocks on her door and stands aside, once again placing a smile on his features. "What took you so long baka. It got here this morning." "Gomen Nasai, I was very busy." "Yeah slacking off." "Sorry." "Don't bother. Sometimes I don't know why I bother." Shaking off his sadness and torment, Keitaro proceeded into her room. "Well, are you going tostand there all day or are you going to put my desk down you stupid ronin." "Where do you want it?" "For crissakes, where do you think. N wonder you can't even keep a promise to some pathetic girl that your weak and feeble mind made u because you were such a loser." There, that was it, the line. And Naru had just crossed it. Suddenly, Keitaro could hold back no longer, and as he let the smile fade away, as he let the table fall from his hands, and as he rounded upon Naru, jaw clenched, and pupils shrunken, he knew that today was the day he would finally be free.
A/N - How's the improved story so far? R&R
Chapter 1 - Unbottled Rage
It was a quiet day in Hinata Sou, well, as quiet as one can espect in an all girls dorm that happens to have a male manager. Thus the morning started with it's own little 'quirks', which often left 21 year old, Keitaro Urashima in a bloody heap in the dining room laying underneath a certain red-haired demon called Naru Narusegewa. It was always like this, day after day after day. And it always ended with Keitaro in a bloody heap in need of medical attention. Of course everyday, he pasted that same smile right on. That smile that could brighten any room, a smile that made your heart jump in joy, but a fake smile nonetheless. Keitaro Urashima had not really smiled in god knows how many years. Speaking of the ronin turned landlord, he was currently in his room looking over his old picture book.
He sighed, turning another page, only to have more and more forced smiles hurled at him. Every picture, of him, alone, with a forced smile, stabbed his heart like a hot knife. Again he turned, and again another stab. He quickly put the book away, not wanting to dwell in his misery. 'Besides,' he told himself, 'I have work to do. The generators broken, the hotsprings need cleaning, and Naru ordered a new table tosay that needs to be put together. Today's an easy day. Funny how to anyone except me, this would seem like a boatload of chores, heh?' Quickly discarding his stray thoughts, Keitaro grabbed a tool set and prepared for his day.
The generator was a simple fix. All he had to do was get the left fender bolt at the store. But he also needed to do his other chores. Deciding to ask one of his tenants, he made his way to the kitchen, which he, for once, reached without trouble. There, as he expected, was Shinobu, taking her day off. "Um, Shinobu? Could you go run to the store and get me a bolt. I'm really busy with other chores and I'd really appreciate it." Shinobu looked startled for a minute before turning slightly annoyed. "Why should I get it. It's my day off. Get it yourself, you ronin." She said acidly. Keitaro wasn't surprised, she had really turned into a Naru- chibi or sorts. Although never actually striking him, she never seemed to miss a chance to flaunt his failure in front of him. 'Oh, shut up, you bitch. I do ten times the amount of work you do and even more. In fact, the only reason you're here is because of me talking to your parents. I'm really disappointed in you Shinobu.' He thought bitterly, but said out loud; "Well, I guess you deserve a break. I can just go and get it myself." Once again that fake smile was plastered onto his face and, once again, his pain was hidden from the world.
The walk was grueling, because of the summer sun. All of Hinata was in the middle of a huge heatwave, raising the sale of airconditioners by thousands of yen, yen that Keitaro was forced to use on one. Before he could go back to the store, Naru and Motoko had cornered him, harassing him about not taking care of his tenants, and that fact that he should be grateful that they let him stay and the fact that he should get an air- conditioning unit for the dorms. As of this moment, right now, Keitaro Urashima was carrying a large box, two gallons worth of Sake, the bolt as well as five packs of 8 AA batteries. This mini shopping spree had left the landlord with an unwanted part-time job and an empty wallet. He sighed as he continued walking. "Isn't the unit in yet, Urashima." Motoko asked by way of greeting about an hour later. Keitaro, who had taken a short nap on the couch halfway through constructing the monster air conditioner, looked, for once peaceful. Of course, Motoko soon changed that. "Why you lazy, lecherous pervert. Air Splitting Evil Spirit Sword!" And once again, Keitaro is sent into the heart of Tokyo, from where he has to walk home, having no money for the trolley.
It is now midday and lunched has just been finished when Keitaro Urashima walks in the door. "And where have you been, baka. Enjoying the weather while we have to suffer because you're too lazy to fix the air conditioner. You're so selfish." Naru accused wagging a finger at the sighing Keitaro. "But Motoko." "Just shutup with all your excuses. I'm tired of hearing them." "Okay, I'm sorry. Um, Shinobu may I get some lunch." "Make your own, some of us bother to be here when lunch is served. You can't walk in here anytime you want and ask for food like you own the place." Keitaro almost strangled her, but managed to calm down enough to unclench his fist and plant that same fake smile on his face, before walking away.
Three p.m found the air conditioning unit installed and Keitaro Urashima in the hotsprings, scrubbing the tiles with more force than nesseccary, in a vain attempt too dispel the bottled rage that lay within him. 'Who does she think she is, that Shinobu. I do own this place. And Naru and Motoko, beating me for makig excuses while all they do is beat me and abuse me. Su and Sara definetly aren't helping at all. Su still thinks I'm a guinea pig, while Sara uses me for target practice. I haven't even heard or seen from Mutsumi in a long time. I swear, one of these days, I might just burst.' "Are you still no done ronin. Well finish up, because we have to use the hotsprings." "Okay, lousy bitches." He mutters. Unfortunatley, Naru hears him mumbling, though didn't hear what he said, but still takes it negatively. "What'd you say Ronin?" "Nothing!" "Don't give me that crap." Naru runs up to him kicks him in the ribs with her boots, elbows his back, and sends him flying, with her patented punches.
By seven, Keitaro had returned, seething but keeping it hidden well, finished cleaning the hotsprings and was carrying Naru's finished table to her room. He knocks on her door and stands aside, once again placing a smile on his features. "What took you so long baka. It got here this morning." "Gomen Nasai, I was very busy." "Yeah slacking off." "Sorry." "Don't bother. Sometimes I don't know why I bother." Shaking off his sadness and torment, Keitaro proceeded into her room. "Well, are you going tostand there all day or are you going to put my desk down you stupid ronin." "Where do you want it?" "For crissakes, where do you think. N wonder you can't even keep a promise to some pathetic girl that your weak and feeble mind made u because you were such a loser." There, that was it, the line. And Naru had just crossed it. Suddenly, Keitaro could hold back no longer, and as he let the smile fade away, as he let the table fall from his hands, and as he rounded upon Naru, jaw clenched, and pupils shrunken, he knew that today was the day he would finally be free.
A/N - How's the improved story so far? R&R
