Disclaimer : I don't own love hina. I do however own some land, its in a pot with a half-dead fern, if you want to sue me for it, you can, but I'm keeping the fern!
Arthur's Notes : Sorry about the time on the update...been busy sorry...
It's Good to be King
Chapter 5
Night of the Seven Brides
It was nearly six o'clock in the Ministry of Information, and a Friday evening to boot, Yenne Ho was still mad that she had to work late. A Royal page entered into her personal hell, otherwise known as her office, "Miss Ho? I have a dispatch for the supervisor." She rose off her chair with a shrug and accepted it, she thought as he left, 'How I hate those cheery freaks.'
She resumed her pouting position at her desk and looked at the envelope that was marked "DO NOT OPEN UNTIL SATURDAY AFTERNOON" and "OFFICIAL PRESS RELEASE", it took the time to read the two lines before she had opened the packet and started to read the letters inside.
"Oh my God!" is all she could say, but her mind was churning on some possibilities.
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In nine separate households parents and children were preparing for a trip. Though the destination was the same, each home was utterly different. In the Konno home, Nanaka was rushing around packing a few bags, every now and then stopping and looking at a picture of her daughter and saying, "You lucky bitch! Maybe you will introduce me to some unmarried Minister or something."
The quite large house of the Otohine family was a torrent of chaos, as Mutsumi's eight siblings were all running around and fighting over clothes. Natsumi however kept her pleasant appearance and smile, much like her oldest daughter. She seemed more worried about if there was going to be enough room for all the watermelons, they gathered as a wedding present.
Granny Hina was soaking in a hot springs, outside of Amsterdam taking in the beauty of the hotel she was staying. Two large men, one named Sven had come out to administer her back rub, and the other Eric carried a tray of food for her. She watched the two muscular men approach, for some reason she couldn't keep her mind on the events of tomorrow.
Shinobu's father Takeu, was just about to close his suitcase, when he ran out of the room and returned, placing a rather large kitchen knife in his bag, and then closed it. "You better have one hell of a good explanation Urashima, or there will be an eunuch in your harem!"
Kenjo and Kasumi Urashima sat on their couch looking at a picture of their two children. Kenjo was holding his wife, while she cried. "I know it will be hard Kas-chan but we did the right thing." She only wanted his warmth and tender words, her tears seemed to slow for once since the call from mother. "Do you think he knows yet?", she looked up into her husband's face. "Even if he doesn't it may be time to tell him.", Kenjo said. They sat there looking at the photo.
"That Dork really scored all of them?" Sara said in shock, as Haruka told her the news. Seta didn't know if he should be happy or worried. Haruka took the news pretty hard, but all he could think was, 'Well what else could my part-timer want now, first the honorary title and now Prince... Well at least we should be able to get permission to dig in Molmol now.'
Kagero Maehara laid in her bed, holding a picture of her daughter upright on her chest, looking into her eyes. "I know you always wanted him Shin-chan, but I never thought that you would go this far. I hope he can return the love you have for him." She pressed the photo to her chest and hugged the frame.
Mei could hear the heated conversation drifting up from the first floor. "Well we don't have to spend any money now, gotta love that Keitaro for saving us from that.", her father was saying. Mei, could hear her mother throw another plate towards her father from the sound of crashing. "That pervert put our daughter into some kind of twisted marriage, with other women, and you are happy about that?" Another crashing sound, "Who knows what he might force on her next?"
Three students of the Shinmeiryu looked on at Tsuruko as she mediated, they had heard the news also and thought that she was preparing for some type of revenge on the vile Urashima. Tsuruko thoughts were however, 'Lets see little sister, you will need... some self heating oil... some sexy panties... maybe a copy of the Kama Sutra... Will I guess I will have to buy out that little boutique in town' Her face reddened in a blush, but the students were sure it was anger.
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As he awakened, he found himself wrapped in silken sheets, laying in a bed that could easily be bigger than half his room at the inn, Keitaro looked around to see the twins looking around his room. "So I guess you guys brought me back here?"
The first twin turned and bowed to Keitaro, "The reports seemed to be right about your ability to heal quickly." He walked over to the bed and showed the prince some clothes hanging on a rack, "Your clothes for tonight's dinner. You have about an hour and a half before we come back for you."
Keitaro noticed that the second twin was carrying a clipboard and something that looked like a metal rod, but decided it was best not to ask what they were doing. They left the room and him alone, he thought to himself this was the first time in almost a day he was left alone to relax. He laid back in the large bed and put his hands behind his head.
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The girls were following a page towards their temporary quarters, until their suites could be finished and readied. Kaolla was curious why her suite was undergoing some repairs of its own as well, but she was taking it all in stride, she had done what none of the other girls could have done. She brought all of them together, and they all had Keitaro.
The page stopped at dual wooden door, pulling out an iron skeleton key she unlocked the doors, and swung then open. The girls followed the page down a short hallway, and into a well decorated oval shaped room. In the center of the room was a marble fountain that matched the floor, and two half moon tables on either side of it, these were surrounded by lush couches. On the outer wall was nine doors, seven of them apparently was engraved with their names on them.
"Each of your Highness' have a separate room," the page was starting her tour of their living quarters. "This area is the common area that you will share with other, and at the far end you will find an open air bathing area. The unmarked door is storage of course." The page was moving around pausing at each door, to add a point to her explanation, she moved to the door marked "Mutsumi" and opened it. "Inside each room, you will find a wardrobe filled with some clothing, we apologize that we have not had the chance to bring anything from your homes as of yet, but there are many styles in each closet."
The page continued the tour, taking them around Mutsumi's room and using it as an example. The one thing that they all noticed was the balcony at the end of the room and the sheer drop from it. After the tour of the apartments, the page showed them one last thing, which was a red phone inside the common room, "If you need anything just pick up the phone here and request it. If we can retrieve it and bring it to you, we will." She then demonstrated the phone by asking for a pitcher of fruit wine to be brought up.
"The wine itself will be brought up here shortly, dinner will be in about an hour. I would suggest wearing something for the occasion. Princess Kaolla can show you some styles that might work." With that she bowed to the girls and exited the room.
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Looking at the computer screen Amalla was rereading her email that she just sent out, as her pet kept snapping at a struggling man hanging from a tree.
Sisters,
I must inform you that you are requested to head here immediately. I am invoking the third rule to the Anastasia Sisterhood.
White Gator
She placed a magnet on the computers case, and turned towards her pet and its toy, "Thank you Professor for your help, and I shouldn't have to remind you to stay quiet about what we talked about this evening." She smiled, and placed a hand on her pet, "Not this one precious... I have a feast of seven for you later."
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Sam Goodard was sitting at his desk at CNN, when his fax machine started to buzz with activity. It was a slow news day around the globe, except for this Dr. Urashima. There were a lot of unconfirmed reports of military activity involving US Navy fighters escorting some Molmol diplomat, some clashes between reporters and police in some Tokyo suburb, and three animals causing some chaos on a flight to Los Angles.
He put down his copy of the "National Inquisitor" and walked over to the machine as it finished. Taking up the several sheets of paper and thumbing through them, he couldn't believe what he was reading, and the fact that it held the official seal of the Molmol government.
Almost falling over himself to get to a phone, he quickly pressed some numbers, and waited until someone answered, "We need crews in Molmol, and in Japan!"
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"Ok, you are not going to believe this, but I'm standing here reading this..."
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Deep inside several intelligence agencies around the world, several tape recorders started up all of them marked "CNN home office". The collected officers listening in all said the same thing at once, "HOLY SHIT!"
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The private dinning room for the Royal family, was neither large nor overly ornate, actually it was quite simple. The King was seated next to Keitaro at the head table, with Lamba and the apparently late Amalla at another table to the right, and the girls were sitting to the left at another table.
The food itself rivaled Shinobu's, but barely, as the servants entered and placed individual dishes for each person in front of them. Keitaro was excited to see that they brought him pork fried rice, but the amount was enough to feed at least five people. He looked over at the King and smiled as he noticed where Kaolla got her eating habits, as he shoveled food into his mouth.
Keitaro who was used to conversation at the table decided to start some by asking the girls how they found their meal, and if they were settling in. It was Mitsune that instigated the banter that started.
"You should come down and see our rooms, Kei-kun." Her voice dripped with innuendo, and wink that she cast him as she said his name, made Keitaro's neck hairs stand on end. The implied suggestion was not lost on the other girls, as Shinobu blushed, and Mutsumi replied, "That sounds like fun!"
Kanako giggled at the suggestion, "I'm sure we could find something for Kei-kun to do, maybe a game?" Mitsune leaned back in her chair and looked down at the table at Kanako and thought, 'Damn, she's not kidding.' Kaolla perked up and chimed in at the comment, "We could play pin the bride on the Keitaro." Motoko choked on some fish, and muttered something under her breath that sounded like 'pervert', and 'might be fun'. Naru was red with anger, a fact not lost on Amalla who entered as the crossfire continued.
As the conversation quickly led into a heated discussion of 'marital games' that could be played, Keitaro tried to close his ears, mainly to save himself from dying from lack of blood. He kept his head down and was cursing himself for even talking when a piece of food landed on his plate. He looked up and saw that Mutsumi had tossed a piece of watermelon at him to get his attention.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kei-kun," She was springing her trap, "let me get that from your plate." She got up as a few of the other girls had noticed her walking over to Keitaro. Mutsumi picked up the piece of watermelon with her chopsticks, and then offered it to Keitaro, who unthinkingly took it, and smiled at her.
Shinobu grabbed her plate and leapt up heading towards Keitaro, her thoughts were a blur of fantasies never fulfilled, but at least one was about to come true. She pushed Mutsumi out of the way and began to feed him from her plate. The wisdom of the King showed as he started to edge out of the way of the upcoming events.
Pretty soon all the girls sans Naru were either pushing others out of the way, or forcing food filled chopsticks into Keitaro's face. Naru, finally had enough when she spotted Motoko, who had forced her way onto Keitaro's lap facing him, her one hand trying to block incoming chopsticks from Kanako, and with the other trying to force feed him.
In her mind there was a battle raging, 'He's mine!... And yet you are here, and they are there... I can't believe Motoko... can't believe or can't believe that's not you in his lap?... Well that baka must be enjoying himself now, with his other 'wives'... You were the one that he choose before all of this mess... I should just go over there and send him into orbit... Maybe going over and feeding him first might be a better idea.' The other voice had won, as Naru grabbed her plate and was about to join the food melee, as members of the P.R.T. entered the room carrying fire extinguishers.
The fact that the girls were wearing skirts wasn't lost on the rescue team, as a few of them fired the extremely cold compressed air towards the ankles of the wives on the outer perimeter, as screams and food flew up into the air. The twins appeared from out of the shadows and pinched pressure points on the more skilled of the group. Shin Zu, leader of the P.R.T. rushed into the freezing cloud and plucked Keitaro off his chair, as two of the blockers jumped behind him to close the path.
In only a few seconds of madness, some of the girls had been corralled back into a corner, with Naru, Kanako, and Motoko laying paralyzed on the floor. Shin and the twins stood in front of Keitaro, who they had thrown in an opposite corner. The King dabbed the edge of his mouth with a napkin, and looked over at his son and daughter-in-law, "What a superb meal, don't you think Lamba... Amalla?"
As members of the P.R.T would shoot a short blast at the girls to keep them in the corner, pages cleared the room of dishes. The King motioned towards the girls laying on the floor, and three of the P.R.T moved those girls nearer to the others. Keitaro looked out from behind Shin and saw the girls, for once 'passive' if that word could be used.
"Now girls I understand your eagerness to assume your roles," The King started as he strolled towards them. "But there are some issues that first must be decided. You see girls there are a few rules about entering a cluster marriage all at once..."
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Four girls met up in England, each had assumed a disguise, but once on the private jet they started talking. "So Madeleine, I see you still haven't landed a husband.", the others giggled at this comment.
"Well at least, I'm a true blood. Not some half bred actress's granddaughter." Madeleine's comment had silenced her rival. The other two girls remained silent, until an attendant came into their private cabin area. "Excuse me Princess Victoria, but I have a dispatch for you.", she handed the princess a sealed envelope.
Victoria ripped it open and read the contents, her face dropped in aguish, "It would seem sisters that the word is leaking out, and our sister Amalla isn't going to have it as easy as she thought."
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"So you see girls, there must be some type of competition before any of you can be placed. In the customs of our country there are seven such events, each will test your abilities as wives." He took a breath and was about to start the explanation, when Naru interrupted.
"So why doesn't Kaolla have to compete?" The King knew this question was going to arise, "First Keitaro, was not a Prince until he was married to Kaolla. If it had only been her and him, she would be the 'head' of the family so to speak, but since the rest of you were present, she still remained the sole person to initiate the marriage, and she became the first wife." The chalk board he was now drawing on, had mysteriously appeared as he explain the rules of marriage.
"Now since all of you entered the marriage, Keitaro became the 'head' of the family, and Kaolla the second. The rest of you will have to compete for the other slots. Now these slots will determine your hierarchy in the marriage and lets say your ability to place 'demands' on your husband."
Keitaro was about to move out from behind his wall of guards when he saw the look on Naru's face and decided to stay where it was safe, for the time being, timidly he asked, "What contests are there going to be and when will they begin?" The King laughed and looked over at Keitaro, "That's a boy after my own heart... ready to test out your stamina huh?" The looks from the girls ranged from sheer happiness to utter horror and hatred.
"Well lets see the first contest we can start on tomorrow morning. It's a cooking contest, a wife must prove herself by providing fine meals to her husband." The King stated and pulled out a bucket from his sleeve. The others just looked at the now glowing Shinobu as she thought, 'I might not be first wife, but I'm going to be the second!'
"Since there are six of you competing it should be easy, lets say one meal for the each of you. Instead of choosing just draw from the bucket and start thinking about what your going to cook." The King waved the bucket in front of the girls. Each girl took a slip of paper and showed the King, as he wrote down their names on the chalk board with the day and meal. Mitsune, Saturday breakfast; Mutsumi, Saturday lunch; Kanako, Saturday dinner; Motoko, Sunday breakfast, Shinobu, Sunday lunch; and Naru, Sunday dinner.
After the names were written down, the King opened a notebook, "Lets see... Saturday will be mostly welcoming the families, and getting them settled. Sunday looks like an open day except for some normal business... Then Monday we can do the second contest between the Coronation and the reception..."
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Sam was sitting in business class on the United 747 that was beginning to taxi towards take off, when he looked out the window and saw a gulf stream jet painted like the 'Union Jack' of England. 'Isn't that Princess Charlotte's jet?' he wondered.
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Keitaro was being led back to his suite by the twins, their mood was cautious, but friendly towards the Prince. "You should get some rest tonight, your highness, there is much to be done in the morning alone." The first said. "Yes, you have a meeting with Prince Lamba, on State matters first thing in the morning, and then some questions to be answered, along with a physical examination." The second continued.
As they approached the door Keitaro noticed an elderly man leaning back in a chair against the wall, asleep. "Who is that?", he asked. The second twin smiled to the first as he stopped Keitaro, "Why that is your security for the night, he will make sure you are not disturbed, and that you get your rest."
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As the girls were being led back towards their rooms, Amalla kept her distance, watching one of the girls in particular. 'Yes I could use Naru, to further my chances... it would be easy enough to manipulate her emotions, but I will need another as well... who should I use' She continued to observe the girls as they entered the south western wing, where their rooms were currently.
She had stepped into the shadows, behind a rather large statue, as the girls entered into their hallway. As the large wooden doors closed, she smiled to herself, 'They will be watching them tonight... making sure the vows are kept... When one concentrates their defense in one direction, an enemy can easily ambush from another...' She fluffed her hair with both hands, and lowered her skirt on her hips just a bit more, smiling the whole time and thinking about a certain timid rabbit named Keitaro.
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Naru was overly tired from the whole day, not really physically, but emotionally. As the other girls were hounding Shinobu about recipes they could borrow, she decided to slip into bed. The room itself was very nice, even with the western style bed, she started to undress and spotted something on the bed. The manilla envelope was plainly marked "Contest Motivation Material", she picked it up and it felt heavy, she opened it and let the contents spill out onto the bed.
"Come on Shinobu... Just one recipe PLEASE!", Mitsune was almost about to beg on her hands and knees, when a blood -curdling scream was heard coming from Naru's room. Before any of the girls could move in the direction of the sudden noise, a half dressed, angered, full on battle rage Naru stepped out into the common room.
"YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!" Her voice yelled, as she tossed a handful of photos at the crowd gathered around Shinobu. The girls scrambled to grab at the items, Mutsumi who was the closest to Naru picked up the first and looked at a eleven by fourteen glossy color picture of Motoko holding Keitaro in her lap. Mitsune had picked up the one that showed Shinobu giving Keitaro a gentle kiss on the lips, Kaolla held the one with Mistune pressing flesh with him, Motoko was staring at the a picture of Mutsumi in a tender kiss, Kanako was seething at the photo of Kaolla, but it was Shinobu that picked up the best picture of all, that of Kanako bare chested hovering over Keitaro.
"AAAAUUUUU! Kanako-sempai is naked with Keitaro!" Shinobu screamed out loud, then plucked the recipe out of Kanako hands, "Your on your own!"
Mitsune realizing what was going on, stood and approached her long time best friend, "Naru, it simple. We all love Keitaro as much as you do, and now that we are his wives, we aren't going to hide our feelings anymore about him." Naru was growing in her fury and her fist was clinched looking for something to strike. Motoko stood up and walked between the them, "Naru, you and I have not been the best of friends, but we have always been truthful with each other, understand that I do apologize for the rudeness of the people that placed such items in your room, but I am not ashamed of what I have done with Uras..Ke..Keitaro."
Motoko continued, "I am sure that these pictures were left to remind you of what we are fighting for and with whom we are competing against. As each of you, I consider my friends and now family, I will still strive to win in this contest." And with that she turned and walked towards her room.
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Mitsune was restless in her bed, she looked over at her clock as it read one am in the morning. She was thinking about the fact this was her wedding night and it was not what she had pictured in the least. She had already been up once before and found that the outer door was locked, and there was no answer on the servant phone as she had tried that also. The image of Keitaro, snuggled up next to her all sweaty after some intense 'play' was keeping her from finding any relief, and finally she sparked on an idea, 'If the servants are asleep, then there's a possibility I could sneak over to his room... but how do I get out of here?'
She walked out to her balcony and looked around, from her advantage point she could see that the jump to a neighboring balcony was impossible for her, and the roof was covered with Spanish tiles. However, below her was another balcony about three floors down. 'If I could get down there, maybe those doors aren't locked...'
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On a neighboring tower about eighty feet away, a pair of eyes watched as a make shift rope, made of bed sheets was lowered from the balcony, and a darkly dressed figure began a careful descent. "This is watch tower three... mark six is on the move... over..."
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The surface of the water in Keitaro's private bath was a smooth mirror reflecting the moon above, as a masked figure slowly broke the peaceful serenity. The mists of the bath camouflaged the intruder as they moved silently to the edge of the pool, and removed her diving mask and snorkel. Kaolla shook out her blonde hair and crouched low, removing the dry suit, and revealing a long silken nightgown that was nearly see though from the waist down.
She had a lot of experience navigating the pipes that feed the Hinatasou hot springs, and this seemed much easier. She moved towards the outer doors of the bath, and entered into the changing room. She heard a noise from outside the door and slipped into the shower stall to cover herself for a brief second.
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Naru grabs a hold of the vine covered wall below Keitaro's balcony. She tests a few vines for strength before she finds one that will hold under her weight. Each inch as she climbs her determination grows, 'I won't let any of them be the first!... Keitaro is mine!...' She reaches out and touches the stone support beam, that is decorated like a lion's head. Hoisting herself over the railing, she drops to the floor, as she sees a shadow inside the room.
Low crawling to a position behind a large potted plant, she takes out the ribbon holding her hair, and unzips the hooded sweatshirt that she had on to adjust the red satin bra that is struggling to contain its contents. She pulls out a pair of red color high heels from the pockets of the sweat pants before she removes them. 'Once Keitaro gets back into bed, I'm going to give him what he always wanted... then I'll kill him!'
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The Ninpo lifestyle that Kanako led all her life was being used this night. She dashed across the roof tops quickly, using the darkness to her advantage. She knelt next to the sky light above Keitaro's room, securing the suction cup to the glass, and using the diamond head cutter, she slowly cut a small portion out and gently opened it. She lowered some black colored para cord and slide down it. Pulling sharply on the rope, the self releasing knot untied as the rest of the cord dropped down to her.
She backed to the wall, and stepped behind a chase lounger and removed her black ninja clothing. The same colored lace bra and thong panties, match perfectly as each had a stitched red dragon. She was about to take a step forward when a scraping sound above sent her back up against the wall.
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Mitsune's back and knees were pressed into the wall of the laundry chute, as she slowly climbed upwards to her goal. 'I've never worked so hard to get some in all my life' she thought, but the chance to be the one to deflower Keitaro was the only thing that kept her from returning to her room and using something battery powered instead. She reached a point in the chute where it branched off, and she could see the opening for his room. A few long breathes later and several strange noises, she continued.
She peeked out from the chute's door, and scanned the area around her, all she saw was the interior of the linen closet. Stepping out and crossing the small room she tried the door knob and found it unlocked, she inhaled deeply as her heart started to beat rapidly. She removed her clothing standing in the birthday suit that she was born with.
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Sweat dropped from Motoko's forehead as she knelt on the limb of the tree, that she just jumped into. 'This is just like in my story... I will enter his room, and he will 'take' me and make me his... and if he doesn't I will kill him!' Her heart was racing not from the physical activity, but from the thoughts that were facing around in her mind.
She leapt into the last tree, and she edged down to the ground. She placed her sword next to her on the ground, as she untied her traditional outfit, and replaced it with a blue and white half robe made of silk. She was about to stand, but she remembered one last item, as she picked up her sword and pulled from the hilt a small dagger. She closed her eyes and sliced the bindings from her chest.
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The years at Hinatasou had different effects on each of the girls, as when anyone spends time with others they pick up habits of others. Shinobu was no different, while she was always the quiet type on the outside, on the inside she was much different. Being a thirteen year old in a house with physically grown women, all chasing the same man, had taught her some bitter lessons. As she crawled along the air duct, towards Keitaro's room, she thought all the fantasies that she had over the six years. She blushed at herself thinking about some of the early ones, 'How simple they used to be... a hug... a kiss...' Her mind started to think about how as she matured her fantasies also matured as well, as she was wearing her old junior high uniform, with her shoulder length hair now in pig tails.
She pulled the cordless screwdriver out of her white bobby sock and started to remove the screws that held the grate cover on. As the last screw dropped to the floor, she saw the door start to open and she froze.
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'There is only one person outside his door, and he seems asleep...', Mutsumi thought, as she peeked around the corner. She reached into the pocket of her bath robe, and opened the top somewhat as she shook out her hair and rounded the corner. As she walked she swayed from side to side some, seeing if the guard was awake or not. The elderly man spotted her coming towards him and he stood up from his chair and wondered about the girl.
The man watching was thinking that she looked drunk, but before anything else could enter into his mind, she fainted and fell onto the hallway floor. He rushed forward and bent down to help her, "Miss are you o..." He didn't get to finish as Mutsumi pulled the taser from her pocket and fired it. "I'm quite fine, thank you.. araara", she felt around him and found the keys in his pocket, she walked up to the door and used a few before finding the right one, and she opened the door.
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"All marks on target... Go Go Go!" The voice cracked over the radio. Naru who had the best view of the door, spotted Mutsumi walking into the room. The anger was approaching a new high as she stood getting ready to cross the floor and punch her into Lunar orbit. Motoko had seen Naru stand up from behind a plant on the balcony, as she twisted the handle of the dagger in her palm, and thinking about knocking her out. Shinobu opened the grate as Mutsumi came into the light of the moon that lit the room. Kanako looked up to see Shinobu coming from a duct above her. Mitsune looking from the linen room door also saw Mutsumi, as she decided that a mad dash to Keitaro's bed was in order. Kaolla who had moved from the stall to the changing room door, watched Mitsune exit the linen closet sans clothes, and was about to head her off.
Mutsumi was in the center of the room, facing Keitaro's bed, as she was dropping her robe, but it never hit the floor. She turned to see Naru fuming and holding it, "What are you doing here?", Naru whispered as not to wake the slumbering target of lust.
"I should ask the same question." came Motoko with a stern but quiet voice. The three girls looked at each other and what they were wearing, but before any more recriminations could be aired a noise behind them got their attention. They looked to find Shinobu and Kanako in a pushing match over by the wall, and another semi-loud sound on the other side of the room got even their attention, as Kaolla had tackled Mitsune to the floor.
All the girls stood and stopped fighting one another and looked around to each other, and then towards the bed where Keitaro was snoring lightly and tossing just a bit in his bed. All their minds on the same target, the same thought passed, and as if someone fired a starter pistol, they all lunged towards the bed.
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The sleeping Keitaro was dreaming about himself walking along a beach at sunset, the birds were chirping overhead as he walked, the sand warm between his toes. He could feel the ocean wind blowing across his face, but there was an ominous feeling coming over him as if a tiger was about to leap onto him.
Back in the real world, as the lunging semi-clad girls rushed towards Keitaro's bed, three very thick walls dropped from the ceiling to surround the open ends of his bed. As Naru and Motoko bounced off the shield wall, several popping noises sounded in the background, and sound of metal cans skipping on stone could be heard for only a few seconds.
The effects of a flash bang grenade are well documented, the intense light causes blindness and the 'bang' causes deafness, with the concussion included means for about ten to fifteen seconds you are blind, confused, and deaf. In that space of time, several new female members of the P.R.T. had entered the room with nets and stun guns, rounding up all the new brides, and quickly removing them from the room. Even as the last of them were moving out of the room, the three walls were dropping towards the ground to look strangely like the carpet that surrounded Keitaro's bed.
As the door closed, Keitaro awoke with a start and looked around the quiet dark room. He scratched his head, yawned and said, "Guess it was a dream...", and went back to sleep.
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Outside in the hallway the P.R.T. was hauling the girls back towards their quarters, when Amalla walked up to the team Leader. "I see that they tried something. I will check on the Prince to make sure he is Ok." The female leader of the team nodded to the Princess, but stopped her.
"Princess that is a decoy room, the Prince is room five." Amalla smiled and waved as she walked past the door she thought belonged to Keitaro, and opened another door, she spotted the sleeping form under the covers. She closed the door, and licked her lips, 'Stupid girls... you always wait til the traps are sprung before acting...' Amalla undid her top and dropped her skirt, the moonlight glistened across her tanned skin, as she crossed the room towards Keitaro, as she touch the thick shag rug, her toes tickled a bit. One more step towards him and the rug gave way under her, as she fell down a shaft into a very cold pool of water about forty feet down.
Tanda sat up in the bed and looked at the open shaft, "Well I guess that note from Kaolla was right... How interesting."
End of Chapter 5
Coming up Chapter 6 : In-Laws and Stomach Pumps
Arthur's Note : ok I'm asking now ...there are going to be seven contests, and where I have the contests already planned.. I want to hear from you on what the ranking should be...
And if your curious about the use of Ninpo, it is the advanced art of Ninjustsu.
In the next chapter we will continue the adventures of the Three pets as they star in Omake : Viva Las Vegas (Hina style)...