Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: The Crimson Moon is about to appear and the time for Kaolla's change is imminent. Amalla remembers about it in time and Kaolla is called back home, to ensure that the foreigners she's living about doesn't find out about her condition. However, Kaolla believes that she might be bored without her usual playmates around and thus arranges for Keitaro to go to Molmol with her, which causes all kinds of havoc!
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This story deals with some very unpleasant things. If this disturbs you, don't read.
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"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
"Hey. I've seen you guys before. I think... Aren't you Kaolla's friends?" a female voice inquired and the group turned around, coming face to face with an incredibly attractive older woman, followed by two attendants and two bodyguards. "Yes, you are. I recognise you from the pictures she sent. What are you doing in Molmol?" she asked.
"Uh, excuse me, but... Who are you?" Kitsune inquired, wondering just where she had seen the woman before. She looked somewhat familiar, but she just couldn't place her.
"Oh, how rude of me. I'm sorry. I'm Su Amara, Kaolla's step-mother." the woman introduced herself and it finally clicked in Kitsune's mind. The woman had been on TV, during Keitaros wedding. She was one of the Queens of Molmol!
"Your majesty." Kitsune greeted her, curtsying to the woman. "We came to see Keitaro and Kaolla, but they've left the country. So, we're going back home." she explained.
"Yes, they snuck off to Hawaii. Thought he could get away from me, eh? No way!" Amara exclaimed, pumping a fist up into the air. "I'll show him!" she added, then looked speculatively at the group from Hinata Sou. "Say... I've got an idea. Why don't you come with me to Hawaii? I'm going there anyway to sedu... Eh, to see my son-in-law. ... And my daughter, of course." the woman offered.
"We'd love to, but we can't afford it." Kitsune replied.
"Is that all? No worries, I'm taking the royal jet to Hawaii. You can come with me as my guests." Amara offered, then smiled. "And I won't charge you anything for it... Or at least, I won't charge you money for it." she added, slithering up to Kitsune, stroking her cheek. "You're a very sexy little thing, girl. Did you know?" she purred, as her hand moved from Kitsune's cheek down to her breasts. "Well endowed too!" she approved with a sultry grin.
"What are you doing!" Naru exclaimed, aghast at the Queens improper behaviour.
"Oh, don't fret. I'll do you later if you want." the Queen said, completely focused on Kitsune for now, clinging to the younger girl and rubbing her cheek against Kitsunes in a very Kaolla-like manner. Of course, Kaolla usually settled for rubbing cheeks together, not cheeks and breasts while simultaneously caressing ones butt-cheeks. "Or if you guys are feeling adventurous, I wouldn't mind a three-some."
"Hey, Rawan. Where are my sister and new brother-in-law?" Amalla inquired, after having searched the entire palace, without finding neither hide or hair from either of them. And Razor had reclaimed his favourite sleeping spot on Kaolla's bed, which usually meant that she was no longer around the palace.
"They have left on their honeymoon to Hawaii, Princess." Rawan politely replied, lowering the AK-47 he had been using to blast targets on the royal target range.
"Ah." Amalla commented, then cleared her throat. "Has anyone taken care to inform brother-in-law about Kaolla's imminent change?"
"... Ah. No." Rawan replied after a few moments of stunned silence, astonished at himself for forgetting to deal with something as important as that. He whipped out his palmtop and blanched as he noted that there would be a crimson moon tomorrow night. "Thank you for reminding me, Princess. I shall deal with this right away."
"Thank you, Rawan." Amalla said, then blushed faintly. "You wouldn't happen to know where brother is, do you?" she asked.
"He's inspecting the troops and overseeing the preparations for the Week of Ceremonies." Rawan replied, glancing down at his palmtop again. "I believe you will find him at the second air division airfield for the next seventy-three minutes, after that, he will be going to the parade grounds at the southern gate to ensure that the deadline will be kept and that the decorations are adequate."
"Oh. Thank you very much, Rawan." Amalla said, then skipped away, heading for the royal garage. Rawan nodded to himself, jotted down a few hastily scribbled words on his palmtop, then whipped out his cell. "Fallona, Princess Amalla is going for a drive to the second air division. Prepare one of the cars, a driver and two bodyguards for her. Over." he instructed the mistress of the royal garage, before he put his gadgets away and raised the assault rifle again. As he stepped into the stall and bumped his hip against an activate-button, two cardboard mecha-tamas V0.7 popped up further down the range.
Tackatackatacatackatackatacatackatack+
The two cardboard targets suddenly sported several holes in sensitive areas between armoured plates, underneath which sensitive key components could be found on a real mecha-tama V0.7. Another cardboard cut-out popped up and Rawan instantly identified it as a V0.2, shifting his aim to a thinly armoured area around the right 'eye', behind which the main central processing unit could be found on the real deal, blasting three holes right where he had aimed with a controlled three-round-burst.
Royal Chancellor in Molmol was a rather unique position requirering a wide array of unusual skills and a highly organized mind, but at least he was never bored.
"Look! It's the pervert!" a female voice exclaimed and Keitaro sighed, looking down at the ground with a shameful dejected expression.
"What was it that you did yesterday!" Kaolla asked, looking up at her depressed husband. Despite her best efforts, she hadn't been able to catch up with him and shove the improved Virtual-kun onto his head. He'd evaded her all evening and when she woke up in the morning, he'd flushed the device down the toilet after reducing it to pieces with a hammer. "That was the fifth girl so far who accused you of being a pervert. Your reputation couldn't have reached this far, could it?"
"Look! That's the guy I was telling you about. Now he's moved on to teenagers!" another woman exclaimed, pointing Keitaro out to the group she was walking with.
"Sixth..." Kaolla murmured as she upgraded the count, poking Keitaro in the ribs. "Come ooooooooon! Tell me!" she insisted.
"Dunnwannatalkaboutit..." Keitaro muttered, fiercely embarrassed and completely clueless as to why he'd behaved the way he had. Sure, he was a twenty-one year old virgin, but he'd never behaved like that before! Not even while roaring drunk, had he ever done more then look a little longer at interesting body parts then he otherwise would have. And yesterday, he'd been stone cold sober! He hadn't even looked at any alcoholic beverages prior to his horny rampage through the hotel grounds!
"Son-in-law! I've found you!" a cheerful voice interjected and Keitaro stiffened, in more then one way, as he recognized the sensual voice of Queen Amara.
"Oh no..." he mumbled under his breath.
"If you were horny, you should have called me! I wouldn't have tried to run away like those prudes yesterday!" Amara exclaimed as she skipped over towards them, her ample attributes bouncing in the skimpy neon green bikini she was wearing, a couple of sombrely dressed bodyguards following in her wake.
"Oh no..." Keitaro repeated, as Kaolla looked up at him with a surprised look on her face, mouthing 'horny' and 'those prudes yesterday' to herself.
"Unless it's the chase that you like, of course! Then I'd run, though not too fast. I wouldn't want to risk you not being able to catch up with me." Amara continued and launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she slammed into him, nearly knocking him off his feet. "And if you wanted bikini trophies, all you had to do was ask me!" she cheerfully added, affectionately licking his neck with great gusto.
"Keitarooooooooo..." another female voice added in a low growl.
"Urashimaaaaaaaa..." a second mirrored the first in a feral snarl.
"Oh no..." Keitaro repeated again. He knew those two voices. And he knew that they heralded a lot of pain for him in the near future.
"Naru! Motoko! Shinobu! Kitsune! Sarah! Haruka!" Kaolla exclaimed as she spotted her friends from the Hinata Sou, striding up towards them in the wake of Amara-mom and her bodyguards. "Hiyas!" she cheerfully greeted them. /Too late for all of you now, he's mine now. All mine/
"Oh no..." Keitaro kept on saying, shaking his head in denial.
"Naru-punch!" Naru cried out as she launched her signature attack.
"Red Lotus Fist!" Motoko bellowed at the same time, launching one of her Ki-laced unarmed attacks in the absence of her sword which was heading towards Japan at this very moment due to the interference of the King.
"Ahyaaaa!" Amara exclaimed, letting go of Keitaro and ducking under the two punches, just barely managing to avoid being caught up in her new son-in-laws airborne antics as Keitaro was launched through the air, sailing up and slamming into the hotel, crashing through a window on the seventh floor.
"AH! A PERVERT! ON MY VACCATION! MARS FIRE!" came a loud cry from the hotel, before a burst of red-hot fire came out of the broken window, followed by a charred looking Keitaro who slammed down on the ground, in the very same spot he'd became airborne from.
"Hello everyone..." Keitaro mumbled into the ground, not bothering to get up, as that would just give the girls a bigger target to attack.
"MMRRRRRrrrrrr." Razor approved, roughly meaning 'Oh, I could get used to this!', as he reclined on top of Kaollas bed, stretching out his tired body and allowing the excitement of the last couple of days to fade away. Things were so much more peaceful when Kaolla wasn't around the den and he intended to make the most of this restful period. One never knew when the tiny pup would return and make his life a living disaster zone. "MMRRRRRrrrrrr!" he added, which basically translates to 'Tiny female alpha! Because of you, I've seen hell!'.
Despite this statement, Razor is in no way, shape or manner related to Hibiki Ryoga.
Though the two had met on several occasions, as Ryogas habit to pop up in random places had made their paths cross from time to time.
"... then we decided to take a brief vacation before the Week of Ceremonies and well, here we are." Kaolla finished her tale and Keitaro promised himself that he'd never EVER underestimate his exotic wife again. She'd just spent the last half hour explaining everything that had happened since she left for Molmol with him in tow, managing to somehow lie to their friends without ever telling a single untruth. Everything she said was, techniqually, true. But the way she said it, always made the others misinterpret what she said.
Normally, he would have berated her for this, but as it served to put a much better spin on the whole situation and painted him in a significantly more favourable light, he decided to let it slide, just this once.
"So this pervert had nothing to do with the marriage?" Naru demanded to know.
"No, not really. Tamawa-mom misunderstood me, that was all." Kaolla insisted.
"So he hasn't..." Motoko started, but trailed off, as she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
"Did you want to examine me to see if I'm still a virgin?" Kaolla inquired, assuming the same innocent expression she used whenever she posed a 'tasty' question. "No problem!" she continued, as Motoko flushed considerably and spluttered protests. "Here!" she exclaimed and grabbed the hem of her skirt, making as if to pull it up.
"NO!" Motoko hollered, a wild look in her eyes. "I'll... I'll take your word for it. Please, let me take your word for it!"
"Okies!" Kaolla cheerfully agreed, smiling happily as she let go of the dress. /Gotcha, Mo-chan.../
"Kaolla. Could you please ask your mother to stop fondling him?" Naru asked in a somewhat strained tone of voice. "It's disgusting." she added.
They had headed back to the hotel and seated themselves around a table on the veranda, Kaolla ordering a round of drinks for all of them. Being royalty had it's perks she reasoned, as she sipped from a Long Island Tea with a banana stuck into the glass.
"Aw, but he's so cute! I just can't help myself." Amara exclaimed cheerfully from Keitaro's right side, her left hand caressing Keitaro's thigh while the other nursed a colourful drink with a pink umbrella stuck into the glass.
"Amara-mom, he's mine, remember? I get to do him first." Kaolla interjected from the other side of Keitaro, slipping her right hand down on his other thigh.
"But you're taking such a long time to do it!" Amara complained with a frustrated expression. "It's been several days since you got married. Can't you just ravage him and be done with it, so I can see if he's as tasty as he looks?"
"I betcha you're happy now, you pervert!" Naru suddenly exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Keitaro, who looked up at her with such a miserable expression on his face that she fell silent and sat back down, already regretting her hasty accusation.
"When we do it, is entirely up to us. You will just have to wait." Kaolla snorted.
"Kaolla!" Amara pleaded, making doe-eyes at her step-daughter. "We could do him together..." she suggested once she noticed that her eyes had no effect. "I've got lots of experience, I could be of great assistance to the two of you."
"I'll take it under consideration, but in the meantime, I'd appreciate it very much if you could get your greedy paws off my husband!" Kaolla snapped and Amara withdrew her hand with a hurt expression, tears starting to appear in the corner of her eyes as she shrunk back away from Kaolla.
"Sniff. Don't sniff don't you love sniff me anymore, Kaolla?" she snuffled.
"It's no use crying, Amara-mom." Kaolla sternly rebuked the older woman.
"Please let me do him? Please?" she pleaded.
"Begging is no good either." Kaolla snorted and took another sip from her drink.
She wasn't that opposed to the notion of unleashing Amara upon him, but it was for the best if the other girls never got a reason to even suspect that. Besides, even if she let Amara-mom test drive him, it wouldn't be until she'd gotten a real kiss out of him at the very least. Amara would just have to wait, that was all there was to it!
"You're being awfully quiet today Kitsune. How come?" Kaolla asked, wanting to change the subject.
Kitsune's reaction was not at all what she had expected. Her older friend blushed furiously and looked down at the ground, refusing to look up.
"Kitsune? You okay?" Kaolla asked and the concern in her voice even caused Keitaro to forget his own troubles for a while, as he glanced over at Kitsune with a worried expression on his face.
"Oh, the poor dear has lost her voice. All that screaming on the way over here, no doubt." Amara commented with a smug expression, licking her lips like a satisfied predator.
"I wish you'd stop seducing my friends, Amara-mom." Kaolla sighed, shaking her head in dismay. "And my enemies... And my teachers... And complete strangers..." she added after a few moments to consider her mothers past behaviour.
"Tish-tosh. I need to have something to fill my days, amongst other things, with. Your dad and brother handles all diplomatic matters, Tamawa takes care of all administrative duties and your sister handles the servants. I had to find something to amuse myself with." she replied, her final sentence causing a whole lot of men and women all over the world to suddenly sneeze, wondering just whom was talking about them.
One of those men that didn't sneeze, was currently fiddling with an etch-a-sketch, carefully making complex patterns with the old toy.
"There!" the Evil Mastermind exclaimed cheerfully. "A masterly plan if I've ever seen one!" he approved of what he had drawn. He carefully put the toy down on top of the table and turned to the henchmen spread out all around it. "Now then. Here's the first stage of my brilliant plan, codename Kidnap Kaolla!"
"Cool. What are we supposed to do?" one of the henchmen inquired.
"Kidnap Princess Kaolla!" the Evil Mastermind revealed and made a sweeping gesture with both his arms.
"Oooohhh..." the henchmen chorused.
Except for one of them.
"Codename: Kidnap Kaolla? Not much of a codename, is it?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.
Kablooom+
"Anyone else want to comment upon my masterly plan?" the Evil Mastermind demanded to know, waving the still smoking Ruger RedHawk revolver around in a threatening manner.
"No." the rest of the henchmen chorused, all of them having well beneath the required intelligence and creativity levels needed to function as henchmen without being shot by their superiors. It was the overly smart ones with a foot-in-mouth syndrome that tended to be killed before ever spotting one of their masters enemies.
"Oh come on! Cheer up. This isn't so bad, is it?" Kaolla asked as she speared a shrimp on her plate with the fork she had been provided with, transferring the tasty morsel to her mouth with a deft movement. "The food is great, the weather is fine, the music isn't too shabby and the view is excellent!" she gushed.
"Oh, yeah?" Keitaro asked morosely as he manoeuvred the chopsticks he'd asked the waitress for, glancing aside at the table next to them, where Queen Amara and the girls were seated, glaring angrily at him in the case of the girls and glaring enviously at Kaolla in the Queens case. "I feel like a carcass, surrounded by a bunch of starving vultures just waiting to pounce on me." he mumbled, feeling very uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny.
"Just ignore them." Kaolla snorted and gestured at the view of the beach they had through the panoramic windows. "Isn't that just beautiful?"
"Yeah..." Keitaro muttered morosely.
"That was your cue to say 'Not as beautiful as you, my dear.' or something along a similar vein." Kaolla gently rebuked him, a statement which actually managed to get Keitaro to offer her a slight lop-sided smile.
"I'm sorry for being such depressing company, Kaolla. I was hoping to get away from all the chaos for a while, I guess I'm just miffed that it didn't quite work out that way." he admitted.
"Do you want to go back?" Kaolla asked him, raising the shell of an oyster to her lips and sucking down the contents of it.
"Well, I guess we won't get much peace and quiet here, will we?" he asked, glancing over at the other table again.
"Guess not." Kaolla sighed. "Ah well, at least we can go back home once we get all the ceremonial stuff out of the way. I'm starting to miss the Hinata Sou."
"Yeah. Me too." Keitaro admitted, thinking back on how much more simple his life had been before he went to Molmol with Kaolla.
"We'll leave first thing in the morning." Kaolla assured him with a gentle smile.
"I WOULDN'T BE SO SURE OF THAT, PRINCESS!" a waiter suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, then pulled out a pistol from the sleeve of his uniform.
Kabloom+
The fake waiter fell back, a fountain of blood erupting from his forehead as their bodyguard signalled his intense disapproval of people other then himself bearing arms around the crown princess and her husband.
"Aiiiya!" Keitaro screamed and threw himself across the table towards Kaolla as he saw several other men suddenly brandishing weapons. He enfolded his wife in a protective embrace and slid across the floor with her, as hot lead suddenly whisked through the air all around them. Keitaro hissed as a bullet grazed the back of his neck, but ignored all that in favour of protecting Kaolla.
"Keitaro!" Naru screamed in panic.
"Kaolla!" Sarah screamed in panic.
"Kaolla! Son-in-law!" Amara screamed in panic.
Keitaro ignored all of that as he pulled Kaolla up into his arms and got onto his feet, suddenly finding the bodyguard standing next to him.
"Come with me, your highness." the bodyguard requested, taking out gun-tooting maniac after gun-tooting maniac with some of the sharpest shooting Keitaro had ever witnessed.
Of course, he'd never really seen anyone other then Kaolla fire anything before and she was too enthusiastic to be a really good shot.
But the guard was good, if a bit outmanned. He'd taken out seven of them so far, but he had lost the use of his left arm in return, one bullet having completely shattered his shoulder. There was nothing for it but to grit his teeth and bear the pain however. He did not want to know what Rawan would say or do if he allowed any harm to come to anyone in the royal family under his watch.
Keitaro nodded and started to follow the bodyguard away from the open, sparing a glance over at the other table where he saw that Queen Amara's two bodyguards had started taking out assassins as well, while slowly retreating towards cover with the girls.
"DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!" an irate voice ordered and Keitaro gasped as he saw a metallic object flying in the air towards them.
"Grenade!" the bodyguard screamed and threw himself towards them, tackling Keitaro and Kaolla over a table. The guard rolled after them and yanked the table with him, using that as a primitive cover.
He needn't have bothered however, as all the grenade did when it hit the ground was emit a horrific amount of smoke all over the restaurant.
"Come with me, your highness." the guard repeated through clenched teeth. His shoulder hurt like hell after that bloody stunt, but he had a duty to fulfil and he wouldn't fail. No way in hell, not while he was still capable of drawing breath. Not when the alternative was having to account for his failure in front of a furious Rawan.
Keitaro scrambled up to his feet again, Kaolla trembling against his chest with her arms wrapped around him. While this wasn't the first time there had been an attempt on her life, none of them had ever come this close to succeeding before.
/I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid./ Kaolla mentally insisted to herself, gritted her teeth and started taking in their surroundings, analyzing the situation. There was something off about it all and she knew that she should be clever enough to figure out what.
/Ah, yes./ she cheered in her head. Not a single bullet had been fired at her. The fake waiter had been about to aim his weapon at the bodyguard when the guard shot him. Quite a few bullets had struck Keitaro's seat just seconds after he vacated it in order to jump towards her. But not a single bullet had struck her former seat. It hadn't been a real grenade, but a smoke grenade. It wasn't assassins, it was kidnappers!
"There she is! Grab her!" somebody screamed.
"Move it, Prince Su!" the bodyguard ordered as three goons appeared from out of the smoke. The guard shot one of them and shouldered Keitaro aside to get him moving in another direction. "Run. Go somewhere safe." the guard pleaded, before the other two goons fired a shot each at him, causing him to fall back as blood sprayed out from his chest and stomach. "Move it!" he shouted on his way down, as he let a final shot fly at one of the goons, who screamed in pain as his left leg exploded in a cascade of blood.
"No!" Kaolla screamed in anger, denial and grief. Halan had been one of the royal bodyguards since she was five. She had played in the royal garden with his two daughters. He had bandaged her knee when she fell from the tree outside her bedroom window when she was seven.
He was her friend.
Keitaro rushed into the smoke and confusion carrying Kaolla as gunshots could be heard all around them along with screamed orders and panicked outcries.
The End! ( For now... )