Author's note:

Welcome! The following chapters consist of the "extras" for this story - the kinds of things you'd find on a DVD, specifically out-takes, alternate possibilities, and deleted scenes. Some of these come from jokes that my friends and I made when I was discussing the story with them and talking about ways it could go, others are completely the work of my own twisted mind. Regardless, I figured they were good for a bit of fun since the Love Hina manga didn't really provide me with enough material to derive a third real chapter of "strangelove."

For the record, these extras are also rated Very PG-13 due to sexuality and adult situations, so you've been duly warned. Even so, I'd still recommend skipping over the Alternate that features Shinobu. I was challenged by one friend to make it as wrong as possible. (on that note, "Little Girls" is (c) Oingo Boingo, used without permission but I really doubt they'll read this.)

Regardless, that's enough from me. Onward, and enjoy!

Out-takes!

"Hey, Motoko," Kitsune said as soon as the black-haired girl lowered her bowl, "you got a little rice right here." She flicked her tongue at the corner of her mouth.

Motoko paused, then wiped at the corner of her mouth with her finger. "I don't feel anything."

"Other side," Kitsune said, flicking her tongue farther out to the side and trying not to laugh.

Motoko wiped again, then looked at Kitsune, seeming slightly confused. "Are you sure? I still don't feel anything."

"Hold on, I'll get it for you," Kitsune said. She stood, leaned across the table, and-

Author: "Cut."

"Damn," Kitsune said, "that was just getting good."

"I don't see what that has to do with anything," Motoko said, her voice carefully controlled. She started to step away from Kitsune, but was stopped when the other woman wrapped her hand around the sword's grip.

"What," Kitsune said playfully, "you don't want me touching your sword?" She winked at Motoko, and flicked the tip of her tongue across her lips. "I've got a sword of my own, y'know, in my closet upstairs--"

Author: "Cut!"

She lifted her head out of the water, trying to look like she'd been rinsing her hair, and glanced over at Kitsune. The other woman was leaning back against the rocks and had already shed her towel. Motoko frowned. This was going to be more difficult than she had thought.

Before either of them had a chance to say anything, there was the echo of someone yelling "You pervert!" from across the house, and Keitaro came flying through the air, landing roughly in the bath with a large splash.

Author: "Cut!"

Keitaro pulled himself out of the bath, and gave the author a confused look. "I thought I had a 'no flying' clause in my contract for this fic. . . ."

"Oh, wow," Kitsune said to herself, feeling her cheeks starting to turn red. "I have to find out about this."

She started to make her way down off of the roof, slipped, rolled, and tumbled to the walkway below. "Owww. . . ."

Author: "Cut! Medic!"

Kitsune took one more step, caught her toe on a knothole in the boards, and fell forward into Motoko, planting her face right between the other girl's breasts.

Author: "Cut! We'll have to do that one over."

Nobody moved. The author paused, waited about a minute, glanced at his watch, then waited another minute.

Author: "I said 'Cut,' you two."

Five more minutes passed.

Author: "I said. . . ."

Kitsune woke up with the sun in her eyes, and started to mutter. How had she forgotten to close that shade? She started to roll over, then felt something warm and soft next to her, something firm yet yielding. Oh, she thought, feeling her face grow warm. That was how.

Before Kitsune had time to think about how peaceful and sexy Motoko looked, she felt something soft reaching across her stomach. She blinked, then glanced over her shoulder. Mutsumi lay there, naked, with her arm half-wrapped around Kitsune.

Kitsune stared for a second, then started to grin. "I'm better than I thought," she said quietly to herself, then leaned back to exult. She was just starting to try to remember how this had happened when she realized that something was attached to her leg. Fighting back a sudden bad feeling, Kitsune lifted the covers on the futon to see Su clutching firmly to her thigh and snoring.

"Oh, no," Kitsune mumbled. "Okay, that's not right. I know I would have remembered that."

"Remembered what, Kitsune?" a sleepy voice asked.

Kitsune's eyes opened wide. She knew that voice, and it couldn't be, it just couldn't be. . . . But she had to know. She lifted her head and looked. Sure enough, Shinobu was curled up against Motoko's other side, looking tired-eyed and happy.

Kitsune felt herself starting to panic. "What the hell did I drink last night," she whispered.

The door to Kitsune's room slid open, and Kitsune pulled up the blanket to cover her face, trying to think of some way she could even start to explain this. She waited to hear a gasp, maybe a yell, any sound of someone panicking. When none came, she peeked out from under the cover, and saw Haruka standing there naked and smoking a cigarette.

"Did I miss anything?" Haruka asked.

Author: "Sorry, phone call . . . oh, wow. Umm . . . cut. Yeah, cut. Very cut."

Su's head whipped around the corner of the door, and she peered into the room. If she noticed the frozen Naru, she didn't show it, but she definitely noticed Kitsune and Motoko.

"Ooooooh. . . ." She grinned widely. "Kinky. But Motoko's mine!"

Su leaped into the room and tackled Motoko and Kitsune, trying to squeeze herself between the two of them.

Author: "Cut."

"Motoko," Kitsune said, leering a bit, "last night, you said. . . ."

"I'm sorry, Kitsune," Motoko said, looking away from Kitsune, blushing fiercely. "It's just . . . we need each other to get to sleep. You were Su's bed companion before I arrived, you must know what I mean."

Author: "Cut. . . ."

Kitsune paused for a moment. "That does explain a lot, y'know."

"Aww, don't worry, Kitsune!" Su said, beaming. "We can share Motoko!"

"Okay!"

Author: "Cut . . . please. . . ."

Kitsune grinned widely, and winked at Motoko. "That's my Motoko," she said. "That's my little sexy geisha girl."

Motoko started to turn red. "I told you never to call me that when others might hear it," she said with a firm glare.

"That's my little red-hot-pants. . . ."

"Kitsune. . . ."

"That's my little battousai body pillow. . . ."

"Kitsune!"

"That's my little belly-button shot glass!"

"KITSUNE!"

Author: "CUT!"

Tsuruko nodded once as she approached the two of them. "Then what of you, Konno-san?" she asked. "Is Motoko-chan the one you love?"

"Nah, but she's great in bed," Kitsune said, reaching down to pinch Motoko's ass. "You wouldn't believe--"

Author: "Cut!"

"No, wait," Tsuruko said, "I want to hear this. . . ."

"You worry too much, Motoko-chan," Tsuruko said, though she was smiling. "Konno-san," she continued, looking at Kitsune, "please look after my sister for me."

"No problem," Kitsune said with a wink. "I'll never let her out of my sight, even when she's in the bath or--"

"Kitsune!" Motoko whispered firmly, turning bright red.

"Or when she's wearing her school uniform, or when she's washing off after practicing, or when she's sleeping naked, or when she's--"

Motoko turned and glared at the author. "Shouldn't you have yelled for her to stop by now?"

Author: "I don't know, I was waiting to see how far she would go."