Alas, my dad's going to be the Internet Nazi until I prove I can get all my stuff done before I go on the Net. Which means? It'll be rationed, my Net AND computer time.
Ergo, you, my loyal reviewers (whom I intend to recognise by name at the end of this fic... When that will be, I have no idea) will have to make due with this chapter in the meantime. Enjoy...
Oh, and TheLegendaryManHimself? I apologise, but due to my own views on the matter, I'm not going to have the Keitaros use your names... At least not until MUCH later. You still won though...
And Murto? The challenge will come out in late February. Thanks for being patient...
Mirrors
Andrew Joshua Talon
DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Love Hina. Bummer.
"Brother!" Evil Keitaro paused as he walked along the isolated alley, before slowly turning and smirking at his duplicate and Motoko, both standing before him with looks of anger.
"Yessssss, Missssster Urasssshima?" Evil Keitaro asked, lengthening his 's's by a margin not easily contained in this font. Confident Keitaro rolled his eyes.
"Will you cut the whole Agent Smith routine? You're creeping me out. And seriously, Matrix is soooo five minutes ago."
"You sound like a valley girl, brother," mocked Evil Keitaro, going into a fighting stance, his smirk firmly in place. Confident Keitaro smirked back dangerously.
"And you sound like a cockroach." Both Keitaros stared eachother down.
"... My insult was better," Evil Keitaro finally replied.
"Bro, your insult was lame..."
"Enough of this!" Motoko snapped, leveling her sword at Evil Keitaro. "Now, look here, Keitaro-"
"The name is Urashima, thank you," Evil Keitaro replied acidly. Confident Keitaro scowled.
"Oh yeah, that's original, just going by our last name." Evil Keitaro (or Urashima) snorted.
"Feh. I am my own entity, and no one can tell me otherwise!" Motoko blinked.
"Urashima... We're not here to tell you that." Urashima blinked.
"Oh?" Confident Keitaro smiled.
"C'mon dude, if I don't want to go back to being one guy, what makes you think I'd try to convince you to do so?" Urashima considered this.
"... I see. In that case, I assume that you'd like me to end my reign of vengeance?"
"If it's not too much trouble," Confident Keitaro aired. Motoko sighed.
"Honestly, Urashima, what can be accomplished by tormenting those whom you feel have wronged you?"
"Well, it's very therapeutic, for one thing," Urashima replied. "If I didn't take out my frustrations by merely paying them back in humiliation, I might do something... More drastic." Urashima left that out in the air, leaving no room for interpretation to his true meaning.
"Well yeah... Still, haven't you ever heard of counseling? Or, ya know, a punching bag?" Asked Confident Keitaro. Urashima shrugged.
"Meh... Tried it. Didn't work for me." All were interupted by a rather familiar sound.
"UUUUAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Crash!
All three turned to see a busty young woman, with short dark blue hair, cornflower blue eyes, and a... Revealing bodysuit stand up out of a pile of crates, cardboard boxes, and trash. She shook her head woozily, before locking onto Urashima.
"Kei-Keitaro-sempai? I'm seeing double..." The woman uttered, staggering out of the trash and into a bemused Urashima's arms. Confident Keitaro and Motoko stared at Urashima.
"... An explanation seems in order," Motoko stated coldly, moving forward with her sword charging with chi energy. The evil Keitaro frowned.
"Hm... Well, it's like this. Ahem... I managed to procure a number of things from Suu's lab. Among them-"
"Haruka-bots, trick cigars, and paint/tar/feathers spewing gauntlets?" Quipped Confident Keitaro. Urashima scratched the back of his head, his eyes shamelessly running up and down the dazed young woman's rather spectacular form.
"Well, yes... And! This potion marked 'Enhancements'. I didn't know that it was... Quite so specific in what it enhanced," Urashima noted, a leer developing on his face as Shinobu looked up and faced him, her large blue eyes wide in confusion.
"S-Sempai? I, er... I accidently spilled the mixture you gave me on me... And swallowed a little... And now I'm all... Er..." Shinobu blushed severely.
"Top-heavy? Heh heh-Ouch!" Confident Keitaro clutched his side, where Motoko had punched him. "What was that for?" Motoko huffed.
"Men!" Urashima shrugged, smiling in an evilly innocent sort of way at Shinobu, as he cupped her cheek.
"Don't worry, dear Shinobu... You'll be back to your old self in a while... The affects are temporary, of course. I merely wanted your help in my crusade of justice, you see..." Shinobu looked down, blushing heavily.
"S-Sorry that I got lost, Sempai..."
"Don't worry... I have a few ideas of how you can make it up to me," purred Urashima. Motoko and Confident Keitaro stepped forward.
"Now wait just a minute here!" The other Keitaro growled.
"Shinobu is much too young for any of your perverted ventures, Urashima!" Motoko snarled.
"Oh, come now... Once the affects wear off, she'd be completely back to her old self... In every way..." Urashima grinned, his fangs glistening. Shinobu was redder than a thorny rose at this point, unable to put together any coherent thoughts in regards to just what Urashima might have had in mind.
"That still doesn't mean you can treat her like a condom!" Gritted out Confident Keitaro, his fists beginning to glow with chi energy. Motoko's aura flared up, her battle energies at full strength. Urashima laughed wickedly.
"Have no fear, my deluded sibling and his whore. We won't be doing anything you two wouldn't do," Urashima cackled, before throwing down something to the ground.
FWEEEEEM! Motoko and Confident Keitaro sheilded their eyes, the bright light of the flash grenade blinding them. Once it faded, both were unable to see anything aside from after-image splotches. Motoko regained her sight first, before crying out in frustration, "He's gone! That perverted bastard!"
"Great... Let's hope that Kanako doesn't find out about the depths of my brother's depravity," Confident Keitaro grimaced, stumbling and walking into the right wall of the alley. "Shit!"
"Are you all right?" Motoko asked, putting a hand on her Keitaro's shoulder. Confident Keitaro placed his hand on hers, and grinned over his shoulder at her.
"Nothing a little... lovin' wouldn't fix," he said in a low, seductive voice. Motoko blushed furiously, but didn't do anything else.
"... Not now. Right now, we have to find Shinobu," the samurai woman stated softly, removing her hand from Confident Keitaro and walking down the alley, her chi senses to full. Confident Keitaro got up, and followed, smirking.
"Is there a 'later' implied?" Motoko, still blushing, turned slightly and (based on something she'd once seen Kitsune do) winked.
"... Maybe."
NEXT TIME: Kanako bails out Fun and Timid Keitaros, Mutsumi, and Kitsune, for her own nefarious purposes, while Brainy Keitaro tracks down Urashima.
R&R!