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The vote so far.

Motoko 8

Shinobu 2

Naru 2

Su 2

Kitsune 1

Note- Here and I thought no one else had heard of Zatoichi, the blind samurai. I am going to keep this story fairly realistic (ie no daredevil rip offs). Secondly, I have had some people vote for characters who were not initially on the ballot, and that is ok. I will honor those votes. HOWEVER, I am not doing a Keitaro/Kanako pairing. I have an adopted older brother, and I find it just TOO creepy. Sorry if this offends anyone.

Chapter 3: The Hentai Must Die

Hinata House was bigger than he remembered. Then again, Keitaro hadn't been intent on learning how to get around in the complex before. There were areas of the house he hadn't been in since he lost his sight, and that had been so long ago that he scarcely remember what the place looked like even. Vaguely, the image of an imposing white building formed in his mind, but like most of his memories of seeing it had faded a bit with time.

From down the hall, Keitaro could hear Kanako complaining to herself as she made them lunch. He wished that she hadn't come. She was his sister, and he loved her dearly, yet it sometimes scared him just how much she loved him back. Since they were children, Kanako had clung to him. Part of coming to Hinata was becoming independent, and his little sister was determined that would never happen. It had taken him two trips around the house before she was satisfied that he knew the layout well enough to be left alone.

Keitaro folded his cane, and began trailing the back of his hand gently down the wall. One. Two. Three doors, and then the corner. Ten steps and then came his own bedroom door. He smiled. This wasn't that hard, but to be manager, he would need to know every single inch of this place. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he could do it. After all, navigating without his sight wasn't something new to him. Back home, he knew his way around town better than most sighted people. Keitaro back tracked, and touched the banister.

Half way down the stairs, his foot hit something soft. He bent down to investigate. It was strappy with two soft, round…oh God! He dropped the bra like it was on fire. Kanako had told him the tenants were messy. Keitaro was realistic about that. At home, every single thing had been kept in place. His family didn't leave things lying about that he could trip over, and he'd never needed his cane at home. Blindness demanded constant neatness. At Hinata, he didn't expect the tenants to bend over backward for him. It was HIS job to take care of things for them, not vice versa. They might have to make some minor considerations, but he wasn't going to ask them to change their ways for his sake. He'd simply use his cane to make sure he didn't fall. All he wanted was to be treated like a normal person.

"Oni-chan, I made us some sandwiches," Kanako called from the kitchen.

"Be there in a minute!" Keitaro made it back to the kitchen without the slightest mishap. This was going to go just fine. In fact, this may be the best thing that ever happened to him. He just knew he was going to get along fine with the girls.

"Sandwich at six, potato chips at noon, and salad at nine. Your soda is just above and right of your plate," Kanko told him casually. Over the years, he had developed certain ways of doing things. Meals were no exception. The place settings never changed when he at home.

"Thank you," he said before taking a bite.

"I still say it's rude of them not to be here," she grumbled. Knowing Kanako, even if they had been here something would have offended her. She didn't like other girls to be near her brother for any reason.

"Please, just try to get along while you're here," he pleaded.

He heard her sniff of indignation. "Why don't you want me here? Is it because you want to be alone with the girls?"

"That's not it at all! I just don't want you to rearrange you life for me. It's time you started your own life….maybe even got a boyfriend," he suggested cautiously.

"Oh, oni-chan, you are always thinking of me. No other man will ever be as wonderful as you are! I'd never leave you!" Kanako told him taking lifting his palm to her cheek. It was something that they'd started as children when Keitaro was still scared of the darkness that surrounded him. Then it was comforting, now it was creepy. Deep down, Keitaro had to hold back the chillingly sick feeling he was having. Kanako's brother complex sometimes bordered on obsession. God, he hoped she hated it enough here to leave! Space would do them both good.

After lunch, Keitaro had every intention of getting to know the kitchen and its appliances, but Kanako had other ideas. "Go sit in the hot springs for a while. I know how tense you must be. I'll take care of this for you, and then I think I'll take a nap."

"Thanks, Kanako," he murmured unenthusiastically.

Even though he wasn't initially happy about it, he enjoyed soaking in the hot spring. The warm water felt wonderful as he sank into it. He leaned his head back and began to relax. Time flew by, and then he heard something.

There was a gentle splashing. He sat upright, and waited for Kanako to say something. It wasn't like her to try and sneak up on him. "Kanako?" he asked softly.

The girl in the pool most definitely wasn't Kanako, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. After that, all hell broke loose.

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Naru's head was aching. She was an excellent student, but even she was having problems with the latest areas of theoretical mathematics they were learning in her prep school. On top of that, their teacher had asked her to be a reader for the new blind student who would be starting soon. It would get her some extra credit, but all of the extra credit in the world wouldn't help her understand this. She would just have to tell her teacher "no."

Shinobu was sitting beside her on the bus reading over some of her notes. A while ago, Naru had started tutoring the younger girl. It made her feel good to help out those who were falling behind in class. "How are your studies going?" she asked.

Shinobu looked to the floor. "Alright, I guess."

"Maybe we can study together after dinner tonight," Naru told her happily.

"Thank you, Miss Naru."

Something caught her attention, or rather the lack of something. "Where's Su?"

"I think she found her own way home," Shinobu said pointing to the window.

Naru was afraid to look, but she did anyway. Su was riding her latest giant mech turtle down the sidewalk as helpless bystanders leapt out of her way. The wacky inventor was obviously having the time of her young life. She was completely oblivious to anything else in the world. Hopefully, the new manager could get Su to behave. Naru had failed miserably.

When they got home, Naru saw that the note was gone. Inside, the house was exactly as they left it. "Hello?" Naru called.

Shinobu stepped shyly behind her as if she expected the new manager to attack. Su, on the other hand, went racing up the stairs. Maybe she didn't make it in yet, Naru thought. The note must have fallen off.

"FOUND HER!" Su cried from the upstairs hall. "She's sleeping!"

"SHHHHH!" Naru scolded. "Let her sleep."

Shinobu stepped out from behind Naru, and seemed to have relaxed. "I'll make us all a snack for when she wakes up. She must be very tired from her trip."

"SNACK!" Su demanded as she jumped off the railing and wrapped herself around Shinobu.

"I'm going to take a quick bath," Naru said to the other two.

She was so stressed! Leaving her glasses on her bedroom dresser, Naru stripped down and put on a bath robe. The steam over the hot spring was quite thick, and she could just barely make out Motoko's dark hair through it. It didn't phase her in the least that the swordswoman didn't say anything, until she stepped into the water.

"Kanako?" a male voice asked. She froze. "Kanako?"

She screamed. "THERE'S A PERVERT IN THE BATH!"

Said pervert stumbled backward out of the bath in shock. "Gomen nasai, I didn't know…." WHAM! Naru's fist interrupted him.

He fell hard on the cement, and groped for something. Naru watched in horror as he grabbed a pair of her panties, and began covering himself with them. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF NERVE, HENTAI!"

"HENTAI?" Motoko screeched from the door way with shinai in hand. The other girls were huddled up behind her. "DIE PERVERT!"

A blow from Motoko's blade sent the mumbling pervert flying into the water. Shinobu rushed over to try and comfort Naru, but the disgusting jerk in the bath managed to pull her in. The young girl shrieked, and cried.

"NOW YOU WILL PAY!" Motoko promised in her most deadly tone. With one blow, the pervert was out cold on the ground.

"EVERBODY STOP!" A new voice commanded. All eyes turned to the sight dark haired girl standing in the doorway. "Oni-chan! My god, what have they done to you!" She dropped beside him, and cradled his head in her lap.

"This pervert was spy on me in the bath!" Naru told her pointing to the prone form.

"He's blind, you stupid bitch! What have you done to him?"

Naru's mouth dropped open. "I…I…didn't know," she stammered. Naru looked over to Motoko who's face was now scarlet.

"We had no idea," the samurai murmured.

The dark haired girl didn't seem to be listening to them at all. "Oh, Oni-chan. You….ALL of you are to pack your bags. I don't want you in this house another minute!" Her eyes were nothing more than murderous slits as she glared at them.

The form in her lap began to moan. "Kanako, stop. They didn't mean it."

There was a collective gasp. The Hinata girls were ready to kill this poor guy, and he was defending them? The girl, Kanako must have felt the same. "But oni-chan!"

"Enough, Kanako! I'm the manager and I say they are all staying…of course, unless they want to leave. Ah," he groaned sitting up. He seemed to suddenly realize that he was still nude. Covering himself with his hands, he asked, "would one of you hand me a towel?"

A towel! That's what he was reaching for when he grabbed the panties! This whole thing was a disaster, and Naru didn't think she'd ever live it down. She handed him her own towel. "Gomen nasai. I didn't know…."

The young man wrapped the towel about his waist, and stood favoring his one leg. Kanako was still clinging to him, and it was obvious that she wasn't going to forgive. "Didn't Haruka tell you I was coming?" he asked.

"Yes, but the call wasn't clear and I couldn't hear who was coming and…I assumed that our new manager was a woman…and she didn't say anything about you being…I mean that you were….."

"Blind?" he supplied. "Why don't we all get dressed, dried, and talk this over inside?"

Naru was so embarrassed that she wanted to cry. How could she have messed things up this badly?