Omg, I got chapter 15 up! Seriously though, I may not continue this fanfic. Only several people have read it that I know of. TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT THIS STORY. I'm getting desperate…

I do not own Love Hina. The rights belong to Ken Akamatsu.

Chapter 15: Honolulu! Or Craziness and Culture Shock

When they arrived back at Hinata House, Brandon announced that everyone pack up for Honolulu. Mostly everyone cheered, but Kanako (not being in touch with Keitaro for awhile) was suspicious.

Kanako: Why are we leaving so quickly?

Brandon:…We don't want to waste your brother's money. He was kind enough to pay for our tickets as a congrats present for making Tokyo-U.

Kanako:…Fine.

Breaking all laws of normality, they managed to pack everything in 15 minutes. However, Kaoru posed a question that revealed a critical error.

Kaoru: Ummm…how are we going to get to the airport?

When this registered in Brandon's brain, he did something completely out of character.

Brandon: Curses! No car! (bangs his head against his suitcase) I'm a fool!

Su: No fear! Peter and I will save the day!

She presses a button on a remote she pulls out of her pocket, and in a blink they were all at the entrance of the airport.

Peter: Teleportation! Can't beat it! Unless its sublight travel….

Su: We'll get there, my friend. Soon.

Shinobu: Ehh, this is the wrong airport…

Everybody sweatdrops, and teleport to the correct airport.

It takes about an hour and 32 minutes for them to get on the plane, considering baggage checks, waiting in line, getting food, and waiting to board. As they take their seats on the plane, Kitsune starts cheering: YES! FIRST CLASS! FREE BOOZE!

Everyone on the plane sweatdrops.

(Whatever amount of time it takes from Eastern Japan to Honolulu….)

While carrying Kitsune after she drank a ton of beer, Su jumps for joy at finally arriving at their destination.

Su: Woohoo! We're here!

Shinobu: Brandon, you're part American, right? What should we expect?

Brandon: Well, this is a tourist economy here, and it's close to summer, so expect a lot of travelers, rich snobs, a lot of hotels and restaurants, and a lot of women with fake breasts… (he said the last part with particular disgust).

All the girls (except May): O.O

Sure enough, a 35-year old woman walks by with a tan, two kids, and breasts that anybody could tell were fake.

Ema: My God, they're huge!

Brandon (aloud in English): As Sir Ozzy Osbourne would say, (in a dead on impression) "Too fucking flamboyant!"

Peter and May start laughing, with Kanako giving a chuckle. The rest had no idea what Brandon meant, even if they understood English.

Su, ignoring the rest, sees an 18-year old male carrying…

Su: MANGA! Brandon-san, you never told me they sold manga in America!

Brandon: Oh, yeah! Haha. You probably know this already, but anime and manga have hit it big in America. In some places it's a lot like Japan. Fanimecon should be starting soon.

Peter: Yeah, there are millions of otaku in America. Some of them are as rabid as hardcore otaku in Japan.

Shinobu: So there's a large influence in America. That's really neat.

May: It works both ways. American movies tend to be popular. Star Wars made a huge impression in Japan with the release of Episode 3. (Writer's note: Hey, it could happen…)

Brandon: Well, it already made an impression. But it did show that American storytellers have a knack for their work. Anyways, we need to get to baggage claim.

After picking up their baggage, they reach customs.

Brandon: Okay guys, no screwing around here. After we're done, we can go as we please.

Airport officer: (in Japanese) Sir, are all these people with you?

Brandon: (in English) Yes.

Officer: Oh! Okay, sorry. Let me see your passports.

They each show their passports and are allowed through.

Himeko: Whew! I thought we would get stuck there…

Peter: It's no problem. Most of the time, they let you through.

Ema: But I thought they beefed up security for America since September 11, 2001?

Brandon frowned at this: No, they only increased the hassle for everyone except the terrorists…

Ema: A conspiracy!

(WARNING: IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH CONSERVATIVE POLICIES, ARE SENSITIVE, OR ARE A SUPPORTER OF PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH, YOU MAY WANT TO SKIP THE NEXT PARAGRAPH, AS I DO NOT WANT TO OFFEND ANY READERS AND HAVE THEM STOP READING. THIS IS JUST THE OPINION OF THE CHARACTER, EVEN IF THERE IS FACT TO WHAT IS ABOUT TO BE SAID. THANK YOU)

Brandon: No, worse. Affirmative action. They think it "racially insensitive" to investigate more than two people of Arab descent per flight. They don't pay attention to the fact that, although most Muslims aren't terrorists, all the terrorists have been radical Muslims. It's not racism, its statistics. And it pisses me off to this day that Bush called it the "Religion of Peace", when history has said otherwise. Goddamn neo-liberal commie-fascists!

Everyone was surprised at this. Brandon then apologized, saying that he doesn't like to talk about politics, because it brings out the ugly side of everyone.

Shinobu: (puts her hand on his shoulder) It's alright, Brandon. You're talking about something that affects everyone, no matter their race or religion. I actually like that you talked about it. It shows that you care about others' well being.

Brandon blushes slightly at this, and a tinge of pink appears on Shinobu's cheeks.

Kitsune (just now losing her hangover): Oooh, looks like we have a little something blossoming between you two. C'mon, I wanna see some action! (poses like a Power Ranger)

Both Brandon & Shinobu: Hyaaaah! What makes you think that!

Adara (finally saying something after several hours): Heheh… they're speaking at the same time…

Unbeknownst to them, a man in dark sunglasses, with a dragon tattoo peeking out from his shirt on his arm, speaks into a cell phone: This is #372, they're in Honolulu. …Yes, she's with them…Yessir, I shall follow for now.

Kanako: Okay, Keitaro should've gotten us a rental car as well.

Sarah: Over there!

A minivan with the words "Hinata House Party" was parked by the entrance. And next to it was…

Mutsumi: Hi everyone!

Motoko: It's good to see you again, Mutsumi-san. (bows respectfully)

Just then, Mutsumi passed out, with blood trickling out her mouth.

Shinobu: Auuuu! Not again!

Brandon (picks her up, being the gentleman): Does she "pull a Hyatt" all the time?

Mutsumi then wakes up: Araa? I'm sorry, I must've passed out again…

Brandon (still holding her): Heh…yeah. Are you alright?

Mutsumi: Yes. (she then feels his bicep) Ara? Oh, you're quite strong. (pulls herself close to his arm, with her breasts accidentally touching it) And your skin is really nice. (a goofy grin appears on her face)

Brandon passes out, the last thing passing his mind: Good Lord they're HUGE! AND REAL!

Shinobu: Auuu! (swirly-eyed) Mutsumi-san! He's passed out!

Kaoru (swirly-eyed as well): Y-Y-you were flirting with Brandon-samaaaaa!

Mutsumi: Ara? No, I just hugged him…

Motoko (shaking Brandon, trying to wake him up): Brandon-san! Wake up! Please!

May: He'll be alright.

Peter: Yeah, heheh. He always does this!

They pick up Brandon, take their luggage and get in the minivan, and drive off like a bat out of hell towards their timeshare (Mutsumi is driving O.o).

Mysterious man: Damn! Lost them! Their moves are so erratic, I can't spot them!

Radio: FIND THEM! SEARCH THE ENTIRE ISLAND IF NEED BE!

Mysterious man: Okay. (clicks off the two-way radio) …gah, this'll be a pain in the ass…

Once again, I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY IF ANY READERS WERE OFFENDED BY THE "SPEECH" BRANDON GAVE. I have gotten info on the things said by him, and I can tell you they are fact. (LexisNexis is very helpful with this) Other than the little political speech (which I'm sure has driven off all my readers ), how'd you like this chapter? There's going to be some more craziness, as well as an encounter between Motoko and one of the organization's mercenaries! Ooooh, I'll bet you can't wait. CUE BURLY BATTLE MUSIC! As always, please read and review. And once again, I'M EXTREMELY SORRY!