Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: When Keitaro arrives at the Hinata Sou, he's not alone. Having promised his sister Kanako that they'd always be together when they were both much younger, he's been trying to keep that promise ever since. What changes might a decade of having Kanako nearby have made to Urashima Keitaro?
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, the characters and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This series deals with mature subject matters and there's a fair amount of Kanako/Keitaro tendencies scattered all through the fic. If this disturbs you, don't read.
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"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV
"Well, Urashima... I can't say that I approve, but... Congratulations." Motoko intoned seriously, then focused a horrible threatening glare at him. "However, there are certain things I approve of even less." she announced, then drew her sword and held the razor-sharp edge against his throat. "No funny business before your marriage. We are in agreement, are we not?" she inquired, pressing the sword a little harder against him for emphasis.
"Wha... Whe... I... We... Hey... We're not... I'm not... She's not... We're not going to..." he stuttered, then swallowed. "It's not like that at all!" he protested, but Motoko had apparently taken his stuttered ramblings as agreement, then departed, leaving Keitaro to protest to a nearly empty room.
Nearly empty, because on the stairs stood Kanako, frozen in mid-stride with a wide-eyed stare directed at the unconscious woman in Keitaro's arms.
Her Keitaro!
Steps would have to be taken. Oh yes, steps would be taken to rid the Hinata Sou of that bitch...
"Are you all right, brother dear?" Kanako's voice inquired and Keitaro turned around, then took a quick step back as he came nearly face-to-face with Kanako. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have been afraid of her, but she had on a very scary face. Her right eyebrow was twitching, her smile was somewhat strained and both hands were clenched into small little fists.
"Ah, heh heh heh, yeah. I'm fine." Keitaro replied. "Y'know me. Nothing keeps me down for long. Heh, heh, heh." he nervously added.
"That is good. What are you going to do about that?" Kanako inquired, nodding at the unconscious burden in his arms, her final word said in a tone which dripped of contempt, venom and disgust.
"Her? Well, leave her in her room, I guess. She's not seriously injured, amazingly enough." Keitaro replied. "How come? Did you have another idea?" he inquired.
/Yes. Chopping her into tiny little pieces, put them into a meat grinder and sell the results as phirana treats./ Kanako thought.
"No. That will be sufficient." Kanako replied, then gave of a mental sigh, though she didn't let it show on her face. "Come on. I'll pull out her futon." she said, then led the way to the room of that Keitaro-stealing bitch. She didn't want to help out, but the faster things were arranged, the faster the bitch would be out of her brothers arms.
"You better apologise to her later, Kanako. Knocking her out of the building like that was a little excessive, don't you think?" Keitaro stated with a slightly disapproving note in his voice, which made Kanako cringe. Her dear brother was upset, at her! For a split second, she felt like cursing out loud at the injustice of it all. The bitch had knocked him out of the building and he was now defending her because Kanako had given the brunette bimbo a taste of her own medicine?
"Yes, brother dear." Kanako replied in an agreeable tone of voice, suppressing the rage boiling inside of her, for Keitaro's sake. /When turtles fly!/ she mentally snorted. There was no way in hell that she was going to be apologising to anyone who dared to harm her beloved brother. "You do realise that she did the same to you, don't you?" she inquired.
"Well, yes. But I can take it." Keitaro replied.
"She didn't know that! If it had been anyone else, the police would be hauling her off for murder by now. Why didn't you do anything about it?" Kanako responded, knowing that he should have been able to dodge a straightforward blow like that without too much of a problem. "Don't tell me that you let her because you believed that you deserved it, or some other such nonsense?"
"Well... I guess you have a point. Behaviour like that shouldn't be encouraged. It could be dangerous, both for her and her surroundings." Keitaro replied as they entered Naru's room and Kanako pulled out a futon, pillows, a blanket, a sheet and a yellow stuffed animal, which Keitaro faintly recognised from a TV-show he used to love when he was younger. "As for why I didn't dodge or block, well... She kinda took me by surprise." he admitted with a sheepish laugh. "It's not every day that someone has an attractive girl punching them while screaming 'You pervert'." he finished, while in various other places in Japan, other universes, different time-lines and whatnot, several anime characters sneezed in the midst of whatever they were currently doing, wondering who was talking about them.
"I guess." Kanako sighed, shaking her head at her brothers infinitive patience and boundless kindness. Had the same thing happened to anyone else, they would have been spitting mad by now. Assuming of course, that they had survived the incident in the first place! That bitch sure could hit, for someone who hadn't had any Martial Arts training that Kanako was able to discern.
With his sister having made the futon, Keitaro kneeled down and placed Naru on the futon, pulling the cover over her before standing up.
"Well, I guess we had better get cracking." Kanako announced with a sigh. "Do you think you can take a tour of the place and see what needs doing, without getting into trouble, while I prepare dinner?" Kanako inquired.
"Heh, heh, heh." Keitaro chuckled sheepishly with a faint blush. "I can try." he replied and Kanako nodded. Both of them well knew of his penchant for finding trouble wherever he went and knew that the likelihood of him managing to do differently here were less then zero.
"Good luck, brother dear. I have a feeling that you're going to need it." Kanako said, before the two left Naru's room and parted ways.
It became quickly apparent that Keitaro needed more then a 'good luck' to keep out of trouble, as Kanako could hear the sounds of carnage and Keitaro's loud protests as she cooked. She nearly had to whip out her cuffs and chain herself to the stove in order to prevent herself from rushing to his aid, but just barely managed to stay put in the kitchen. She hoped against hope that a bruised Keitaro might be persuaded to allow her to declare a strict nobody-hurts-my-Keitaro-rule later and she drowned out the sounds of havoc by imagining herself enforcing said rule. She smiled brightly while cooking as she envisioned applying the flat of her bokken against the rear posteriors of the tied-up tenants, with said tenants crying for mercy and promising between sobs and pained exclamations that they'd never try to harm Keitaro again!
Further visions of a grateful Keitaro doing certain things with her which doesn't belong in a PG-13-rated fics, put a fierce blush on her cheeks and a shit-eating grin on her lips as she prepared the evenings repast.
"Have at you, brother!" Kanako cried, leaping through the air and slamming the bokken downwards with enough force to shatter a boulder. Keitaro dodged out of the way and thrust at her stomach, but Kanako seemingly effortlessly twisted out of the way mid-air, slithering around her brothers bokken and sweeping with her own towards his legs.
"Ack! Take it easy on me, you know I'm not as good as you are!" Keitaro protested as he leapt backwards, just barely managing to stay on his feet instead of falling flat on his ass. He dashed forward as Kanako got back up onto her feet with a graceful roll and swept at her mid-riff, an attack which she deftly avoided by bending backwards and placing herself in a bridge. She pushed off with her left hand as the bokken passed above her, jumped up into the air and spun around, forcing Keitaro to hurl himself out of the way.
Their sparring sessions never followed the rigorous discipline and strict forms they had practised in Karate and Kendo. Though it irked Keitaro to admit it, it more closely resembled Martial Arts Gymnastics then anything else. Of course, Kanako was using Martial Arts Gymnastics, even if she refrained from using some of the more unconventional weapons that particular style utilised and instead stuck to her own body and the bokken she carried. Her relying on such an unpredictable and unconventional style had forced him to adapt, including quite a few moves into his own styles that his sensei's would smack him one for even thinking about.
It was a spectacular sight to see the two of them spar however, a fact which Motoko was made brutally aware of as she had headed to the roof platform for her own morning practise when she'd come across the two Urashima siblings. She closed her mouth, as her jaw had dropped and remained down for the last couple of minutes, before she became aware of it. She had sensed that Kanako was an accomplished Martial Artist and gotten confirmation of it after she had heard that this little girl had punched Naru out of the house last evening. She had not felt any such things from Keitaro, however. Though he had radiated a kind of serenity and inwardly focus that hinted that he'd had some sort of training in the more spiritual aspects of the Art, but there was nothing about his movements, balance or mannerisms that even hinted at the level of skill he possessed.
Both of them were still a ways behind her, of course. Kanako slightly less so then Keitaro from the looks of things, but the unconventional styles they used appeared to be very effective. It was possible that even Keitaro could put up quite the fight due to the unpredictability of the style he used, even if her skills were greater then his. Of course, she sensed that neither of them had received any major training in manipulating their internal Ki resources, so she had quite the edge there. Though Keitaro appeared to have a serious knack for Chi manipulation and had also received some training in that. Kanako had as well, though to a lesser degree. Motoko herself didn't have a very strong talent in that particular area, though she had received plenty of training.
Controlling her Ki and directing it away from her body was what allowed Motoko to unleash the powerful attacks of the Shinmei Ryu. Neither of the siblings appeared to have mastered any external applications of Ki, but had probably learned some of the internal applications of it. Increasing strength and speed, certainly, considering how they moved. Kanako had probably learned to negate gravity to a degree as well, considering her inhuman leaps. Perhaps they also knew how to increase the speed at which they healed as well.
Manipulating the Chi which infused the entire world and was all around, allowed for greater effects, though actually controlling them to any greater degree often took quite a lot of effort. A skilful manipulator of Chi could affect the weather, fly over the worlds Dragon Lines and several other nearly legendary feats. Neither of them was capable of anything as major as that, however. But it could also be used in much the same manner as Ki, though it often took more time to do so, as the Chi first had to be pulled in, controlled and only then would the user be able to actually do something with it. She suspected that this was how Keitaro had recovered so quickly after Naru launched him from Hinata Sou, as what little skill in Ki manipulation he had wouldn't have been enough to recover quite so rapidly.
She reluctantly felt a smidgen of respect towards Keitaro for his skills establish itself within her. She also felt a much greater amount of respect towards Kanako for her skills creeping up upon her.
"Not bad!" Kanako laughed as she leapt above her brother in a graceful somersault in order to avoid a nasty slash, responding by slamming her bokken into his back. Motoko winced at the loud thwacking sound, but noted that Kanako had held back some as to not seriously harm her brother. But that just had to sting, none the less! "But still not good enough!" she added, landing on her toes and instantly going up into the air again, seemingly without effort. Keitaro spun around and his bokken swept through the air where Kanako had been just a moment earlier. The moment he saw that she wasn't there any longer, he dove for the ground, rolled around and came up crouched in a defensive position, just in time to parry a powerful overhead blow from Kanako who had dashed towards him the moment she landed.
Motoko put her bokken over her right shoulder and leaned back against the railing, observing in silence as the two siblings became increasingly energetic in their efforts to gain the upper hand in Keitaro's case and retaining the upper hand in Kanako's case. Motoko took a deep breath and gently increased her level of awareness, sinking into a light trance as she slowly became able to better sense the surrounding Ki and Chi. She gasped as she observed Keitaro and the Chi surrounding him. He was a maelstrom of Chi, tapping directly into the surrounding Dragon Lines, seemingly without even being aware of doing so. He was a blazing bonfire of Chi energy, containing more energy then she had ever seen or even believed possible to control. Not even Tsuruko, one of the more skilled Chi Adepts in the last three generations, could accomplish what Keitaro was doing right now!
The amounts of energy he held within himself were astonishing and seeing as how he had to struggle to keep up with Kanako, it couldn't be something he was doing consciously. His body must be some sort of natural Chi magnet, attracting and retaining Chi without Keitaro's active participation! She increased her awareness even further and what she saw boggled her mind. She believed that she had sensed a talent and training in manipulating Chi earlier, but that hadn't been it! What she had sensed, had merely been the faint amount of Chi that Keitaro 'bled', trickles of energy that dissipated from his body. What skill he actually had in manipulating it, was hardly worth mentioning at all! He was a complete novice! All that power and no skill, no finesse. Her impression of Kanako had been slightly more accurate, she actually had some skill in this area, though her talent and level of power was not even close to Keitaro's. In fact, there was probably nobody else on this planet that even came close to Keitaro!
She would have to contact the Dojo and ask her sister to come, she would know what to do.
But first...
"Good morning." Motoko intoned, after the two siblings had leapt away from each other for a short breather, standing a few meters away from each other, breathing deeply. "Would you mind if I joined the two of you in your morning practise?" she inquired.
The End! ( For now... )