Disclaimer: I own Absolutely nothing in this story, except for my ACC, which is probably why this is called a fanfic, but that could just be me.
So I am now very pleased to present to you… Chapter Two of A Visitor Came To Town.
We last left Keitaro and Drake on their way to the Hinata-sou. Drake had already taken off his jacket. "So why do you wear the trench coat? I mean, isn't it a little heavy for this kind of day?" Keitaro asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence as well as out of curiosity.
"Yes, it probably is. The thing is, I get sick very easily. My mother had a hereditary genetic disorder that affected her immune system . I have the same disorder, but since I was diagnosed with a slightly weaker variant, I usually get over anything like colds pretty quickly." (A/N. I know that this is probably a medical impossibility, but just bear with me okay. My story - my laws of the universe.) "So, where do you live, Keitaro-sama?" he continued.
"Well, I live in a nearby dorm," Keitaro replied, pointing in the general direction of Hinata-sou. "It's quite a beautiful place, really," the hapless manager continued, "and our meals are usually pretty good." His face twisted into a cringe at the memory of Kaolla Su's last attempt at cooking after finishing that sentence.
Fish with curry sauce. A gastrointestinal nightmare for anybody who would dare to eat it. Not only did it end up making his mouth feel as if it was hotter than the deepest, darkest pits of Hell itself, but it also unsettled his stomach to the point where it felt like it was going to melt. 'Mental note to self,' he thought, 'NEVER mix curry sauce with anything else other than rice, beef or chicken.'
"Sounds like an… energetic place to live," Drake commented as they arrived at the steps in the front of the large dorm. "Wow, it must be pretty large to have this many steps going up to it. How large is this place, exactly?" Drake asked with excitement lacing his voice.
"Don't worry. You'll see soon enough." Keitaro said, a knowing smile on his face.
In a few minutes they were at the top of the stairs. Drake had his head down, and was sweating a little from the small climb. The hapless manager seemed largely unaffected by their ascent, having been used to it after a while - especially after being sent on his daily nationwide trips, courtesy of Naru's fist - but Drake felt as if he had just finished climbing to the top of Mount Everest itself.
"Wow…" Drake panted, laughing weakly while looking back towards the stairs, "it looks bigger from up here then it did from down there… and I'm carrying my suitcases."
Once they had walked inside the dorm, Keitaro introduced Shinobu, the violet-haired cook, to his newfound friend - prompting the petite girl to place out an extra plate for dinnertime. After Drake placed his suit case down in a suitable area, Keitaro started on his tour of the grand building. The final part of the Hina tour was the men's bath.
"So you bathe in this little bucket huh. It's a little small, don't you think?" Drake asked, tapping the small tub with his foot.
"Well, I'll have to make do with it. I'm not allowed to use the hot springs be " Keitaro spoke, before being interrupted by his new friend.
"You said this place has hot springs? Where are they?" Drake asked, the grin on his face resembling that of a child in a candy shop as his eyes gleamed over in excitement.
"Yeah, it's right over there." Keitaro said leading Drake to the banister, and pointing to the bath that was
"Awesome!" Drake yelled, pulling off his shirt and balancing himself onto the railings.
"No, wait; guys aren't allowed in there!" Keitaro yelled, but Drake had already vaulted off the banister down to the hot, steamy waters below. (A/N: It would be possible to do this and survive - Motoko chucked the two munchkins in like bombs, remember?)
'Better get down there and stop him from getting into too much trouble,' the manager thought as he started walking back down to the hot spring, both hands rubbing his temples as he barely suppressed a small chuckle.
In the hot springs…
"This has to be one of the single greatest things on the whole planet…" Drake sighed, when he heard the sound of feminine voices laughing.
"I wonder what that could be?" Drake wondered.
Of course, he had no idea what danger he was about to put himself in. Just when he was about to go further towards the centre of the pool, he noticed a few girls splashing water at one another. Thinking this was totally normal, he just sat down and watched… that is, until Su noticed. She waved to him; an action he reciprocated. The other girls, Naru and Mitsune, saw Su waving and then followed her line of vision, their eyes landing on their new bathing partner.
Naturally, all hell broke loose. (A/N: Notice a pattern of how new guys meet the girls?)
'What's with these crazy girls?' Drake thought, . 'I saw no sign that said there were no guys allowed.' His thoughts were soon cut off when his escape route was blocked off by Motoko.
"Naru-sempai, what happened?" Motoko asked, her voice laced with anger. "Did Urashima try to peek on you again?"
Drake had heard this, and his own anger levels soon rose. "Who does she think she is, speaking about Keitaro-sama like that? I won't allow it," he quietly mumbled through gritted teeth. "But there's no time for that… now, I just have to get out of here and plan something."
It was at that moment that Motoko noticed him. 'Crap. This just complicated things…' He thought. "Now, madam, this is just a big misunderstanding." it was then that he noticed her sword. "I mean you no harm. Now, if you would merely allow me to explain myself…"
"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding, you heathen; you snuck in here trying to peek upon these girls! For this, you must be punished…" Motoko hissed, unsheathing her katana, the cold steel of the blade glimmering ominously as it was exposed.
"Motoko-chan, wait!" Keitaro yelled, panting as he did. "Please, let me explain this at the breakfast table."
"Why should I? Having you here is bad enough, but another male? Preposterous! I don't care if you are the manager of this dorm; if he doesn't leave now, I will get rid of him myself!" the kendo girl replied, her voice still dripping with venom.
"Okay, but at least wait until after breakfast?"
Motoko stared at Keitaro, then at Drake, and back at the manager. She closed her eyes and sighed in defeat, a rare sight at Hinata-sou indeed.
"Hmph! Alright, I will allow him here for breakfast, but no longer than that!" Motoko said, sheathing the sword and walking out, but not before landing Drake with a glare that would have made him go weak at the knees had he been standing up.
"I didn't think that this was a only a girl bath," Drake commented. "I didn't see a divider. Please forgive me, Keitaro-sama." He stared at Motoko's retreating form. "But, that woman… is she a member of a kendo school or something?"
"She's the heir of the Shinmei Ryu School of Kendo. She's highly skilled at Kendo." Keitaro replied, flinching at the memories of him experiencing her adeptness first-hand, such as being blasted through the walls and ceilings of Hinata-sou. The amount of times the ki from her blade sent him into flight, he would have gained more air miles than he cared to remember. "If I were you, I would not try and get on her bad side even further; she sure is scary when mad…"
"I just noticed that you flinched when you mentioned that she was a good fighter. Has she hurt you accidentally?" Drake asked, a concerned expression on his face.
"Yeah. More often than not, they weren't accidents." Keitaro said, almost laughing.
"Would you like me to persuade her to stop hurting you?" Drake said, cracking his knuckles suggestively.
"No, not at all," Keitaro said, waving his hands in front of him. "That's will not be necessary, but thanks all the same."
"I just want you to remember that I was serious when I was talking about being a bodyguard," Drake replied, determination and will as unbending as diamond showing in his steel-blue eyes, "and I will do all in my power to follow out my duty or die trying. But we can worry about that later; there's a breakfast waiting to be eaten!"
Okay everyone there you go my new chapter. I would really like to thank dazed and confused my proof reader, without him there was no way that I would have been able to do this. Well I have nothing more to say, please read and review, if you do a good review, I might include you in the story.
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