Again, sorry for the delay. A slight bout of depression brought on by not taking my meds regularly, nothing serious...
Call me crazy, but nachos with cheese is a good breakfast. Mmmm...
Mirrors
Andrew Joshua Talon
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Love Hina. Bummer.
By Kami-sama... It wouldn't matter if he was split into a thousand pieces, all with barely one conscious thought between them, reflected Evil Keitaro. No matter what act of God or Suu (thought he didn't put them on the same level, of course), he would always love Shinobu's cooking. It was just that goddamned good.
"Mmmm... Thank you, Shinobu," Evil Keitaro sighed, rubbing his full belly, at the table with the blushing creator of his most excellent lunch hovering nearby.
"You... Liked it? I was trying a different recipe of soup, one a village wife told me when I was in town yesterday..."
"It was heavenly, Shinobu. Mmm... God, it was as good as sex, except that I was having it," Evil Keitaro grinned brazenly at Shinobu, who was now as red as a fox. She shyly looked at her feet, though anyone could tell she was pleased.
"Th-Th-Thank you, sempai..."
"Don't mention it... And, by the way... There's no need to call me sempai, anymore," Keitaro replied, smiling at the young girl. Shinobu blinked awkwardly at him.
"Er... But-But Urashima-sempai, um-"
"Don't call me that," groaned Evil Keitaro, pulling the faint girl into his arms and holding her in his lap, with a feline-like smirk. "Call me Keitaro..."
"Ah... Er... Kei-Keitaro?"
"Mmmmyesssss?" Evil Keitaro hissed, nuzzling the fiercely-blushing girl's neck. God, but was Shinobu adorable! He was no pedophile, but he bet he couldn't find a single person on this planet who wouldn't want to glomp the stuffing out of the cute, lovely young girl.
"Er... Well... Brainy Keitaro, um, told me... About what you did... To Seta..." Shinobu whispered, shivering slightly at the physical contact. This one doesn't like Naru... Which means...
Quiet. Not now, she scolded herself.
Scolding herself. With six Keitaros in existence, the phrase just carried too much baggage.
"Ah. Well... It's only my first step, and hardly the worst thing I could have done," replied Keitaro easily, smiling in a way that both unnerved and comforted her. Damnit! This Keitaro was nothing like the Kind Keitaro! He was arrogant, and evil, and ruthless...
And polite, and earnest, and determined, and brave and sexy...
"Well... What else are you planning?"
"Why Shinobu! Do you have an interest in... Helping me?" Evil Keitaro asked, holding her a bit closer. Shinobu thought she would pass out at any moment.
"Er... Um..."
"You may not be aware... But, I am a fan of American comic superheroes," Evil Keitaro went on, gently rubbing Shinobu's back. "Though, to be honest, I myself find that I much prefer the villains or darker heroes than the goody-two-shoes heroes. In any event, my plan is to get some... Payback."
"Oh?" Shinobu asked, somewhat distracted by Evil Keitaro's hand on her back.
"Yes... Nothing overly heinous, of course. Just enough to get the point across."
"And what point is that?"
"That you mess with Keitaro Urashima, you're going to regret it..."
Yes, I know. Short. I apologize. But have no fear! Next chapter will be MUCH longer, I promise.
NEXT CHAPTER: Evil Keitaro and Shinobu's plans run afoul of Confident Keitaro and Motoko, while Brainy Keitaro meets Tsuruko!
Oh yes, and a contest is announced: Whomever can come up with the best names for the six Keitaros, will win a custom game sprite of themselves from me. Tempting, yes? No? Hmph.