One day, Keitaro was making his way to the university he studied at. Tokyo University.
Unfortunately, halfway, a huge thunderstorm came along. Followed by a tropical storm. Which was succeeded by a category five hurricane.
Of course, being the unlucky guy he was, Keitaro found that the storm had developed all around him. On land! Anyway, it meant that he was effectively trapped in a constantly moving and spinning prison, which meant that if he did not move together with the eye of the storm, he would fly all be sucked into the vortex surrounding him and be flung into the really nasty storm clouds circling above that were threatening to fire off lightning anytime. In fact, he could see smoking craters as he moved to where the storm clouds previously were, that indicated that short bursts of high voltage electrical energy had made contact with the singed ground.
Of course, Keitaro had no intention of being fried, and since he geographical knowledge was decent, he knew that if he stayed in the eye he would be save. At least until the storm decided to accelerate and move faster than he could move, leaving him in the vortex.
Suddenly, the storm accelerated. Keitaro ran towards the centre of the eye as the vortex came dangerously close to his back, but even though he had the endurance of an Olympic athlete (Looks like the trips back from wherever he flew after an attack by one of the girls were beneficial after all.) he just could not keep up of the force of nature, so he just plopped down on the ground and threw his books into the vortex, seeing them spin around madly at frightening speeds and disappear from sight.
Seconds later. Keitaro's feet connected with the vortex and he felt himself getting lighter before he was sucked into the vortex and started spinning at 200 kilometers per hour. Of course, because of his superhuman endurance, Keitaro did not blackout; he merely felt his head spin, but even through his nausea he could take time to admire the scenery, from the uprooted trees flying about to the couch flying dangerously close, and the various cars spinning at various heights. He spotted a Lexus, a Toyota, a Nissan… even a Ferrari, before the previously mentioned couch smashed into his head at 200 kilometers per hour and knocked him out of the vortex.
As he flew out of the vortex, a nearby storm cloud identified him as the highest and closest object, so it let loose a nice refreshing burst of electricity towards Keitaro. Since Keitaro as accelerating towards the ground, the electricity did not reach him until the moment of impact. As a result, there was a huge flash of bluish white energy just before an enormous explosion that blew a crater 10 meters wide on the ground.
However, Keitaro did not die. He merely split into three different people, all looking alike, except for their hairstyles.
So now, there were three Keitaros, all of them butt naked, because the glasses had been blown off by the wind and whatever remained of the clothes ripped apart by the winds were burnt off by the electricity.
After a few moments, all three Keitaros woke up. For easy reference, The one who looks exactly like the normal Keitaro is Keitaro1, the one with the hair in a the shape of an angel's halo is called Keitaro2, and the final one with hair pointing up forming two horns is Keitaro3.
All of a sudden, Keitaro1 broke the silence. "Err, can someone enlighten me on what is actually happening?"
Keitaro2 spoke next. "I have no id…" Keitaro 2 was in the middle of his sentence when a freak lightning bolt suddenly flew down from the skies and struck him.
As the bolt struck Keitaro2, a mysterious voice boomed out. YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE WILL OF HEAVEN.
Keitaro2 nodded. "Well. I see. For some reason, you, Keitaro Urashima, have got split up into the constituent parts of being a human. Me and this spike haired dude here…" Keitaro3 waved his hand, "are your morals, desires, hopes, fears, and whatever other emotions you can think of. Since we are now out of your body, you, effectively have no emotions. You are, in essence, an empty shell. Guessing by our appearances, you can guess that he symbolizes the bad, and me the good."
"Anyway, you wouldn't give a damn about just about everything, since now you wouldn't feel any desire, since you have no emotions, and you don't particularly care about being evil or good because you don't have any morals either. Even bad dudes have a twisted sense of morals. By the way, morals come under emotions, if you are asking. Oh, I forgot you wouldn't feel any curiosity either."
Keitaro2 glanced at Keitaro3, who shrugged.
"Basically, after that lengthy and utterly useless speech, the main point is that you will now feel nothing. Mentally, anyway, but this situation is particularly tricky. I don't know how we will manage, but anyway, the two of us will have to follow you around as you go about your daily life."
Keitaro had a blank look as he asked why. He didn't really care, but force of habit made him do it.
"Because, moron, we need to instruct you on how you should behave. Right now, you wouldn't care even if someone mugged you on the street. You wouldn't give a second glance even if some ad a heart attack and fell down in front of you. Heck, you wouldn't even care even if Naru requested to have hot, passionate sex in the middle of the university."
Keitaro didn't really care, so he merely nodded.
Keitaro3 spoke. "Well, I guess we'll be barging into Tokyo butt naked? After all, we were merely lucky that we landed onto this deserted field on the outskirts of Tokyo, so that we could at least make some basic plans until this sticky situation was fixed. However, I don't really fancy the repercussions of walking into Tokyo without a stitch of clothing on. I wouldn't mind swaggering around naked, but the girls would scream and the police would flip. I'll lose my pimpness!"\
Keitaro2 looked down for a moment, before he looked up again. "Well, looks like we have no choice but to get busted. Lets go."
Keitaro simply followed behind the duo as they strolled towards the city of Tokyo.