Love Hina - Married With Princess
Married With Princess[PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: Prince Su Keitaro? What's this? Hinata Sou is an embassy because of the Princess living there? Making it foreign soil? Soil in which a certain law states that living under the same roof with a woman for a year means that you're married? Soil in which divorces aren't recognized? Keitaro, welcome to married life.
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860, MSN Messenger as or through e-mail as , more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above if you're on
"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV
Previously, on 'Married With Princess'
"Kaolla. What is the punishment for disregarding ones marital duties?" Motoko inquired nervously a minute later, clearly not comfortable with the notion of having to sleep with Keitaro, or perhaps even one of the other wives, in order to avoid a harsh sentence.
"There isn't any. Geesh, what do you think we are? Barbarians?" Kaolla snorted. "But I guess Keitaro didn't know that..."
"So you mean that Haruka..." Motoko intoned seriously.
"Was bluffing, yeah." Kaolla agreed. "Worked like a charm though. I have to remember that one for when I get old enough to have a go at him." she added with a feral grin.
"You and me both, kiddo. Of course, I'm already old enough. I call dibs after Haruka." Kitsune informed the group, causing Naru and Motoko to face-vault, as Shinobu fainted again. Kaolla made victory-signs at Kitsune and Sarah shook her head in confusion.
Kaolla, Haruka and Kitsune were crazy! There just wasn't any other possible way to explain their actions in this outrageous situation! Sarah leaned forward and put her head down on the table, shaking her head again as she tried to tell herself that this was all just some crazy dream.
Roll credits
Chapter Four:
"Marriages are made in heaven. But then again, so are thunder, lightning, tornadoes and hail."
- Unknown
Urashima Haruka had been a nearly perfect neighbor ever since she bought the shop and moved into the living quarters on the second floor. She was quiet and polite, she never threw any loud parties, she served excellent tea in her shop, she always gave the neighbors a helping hand when they asked and she never passed on things she was told in confidence, unlike some others in the neighborhood.
There was the occasional gunshot noise and the smell of tobacco which permeated her surroundings, but the neighbors were prepared to accept these two downsides in return for the previously mentioned perks.
That was why people found themselves so surprised at the uncharacteristic disturbance she was causing now.
"Aunt Ha-gck!" a young man blurted out, but was silenced mid-statement with a fist to his gut, signifying the intense disapproval the woman in question felt at being labeled 'aunt' by her husband. "Haru-wheeeze-ka." he wheezed out, being dragged forward by Haruka's left hand at the back of his neck. "Haruuuuuukaaaaa! I'm your nephew! We can't do this!" he protested as he was dragged past Amida Seiji's Tofu Shop, to whom Haruka nodded an absent greeting as they passed him by. "No. No! Nononono! No! I refuse!" Keitaro exclaimed and wrapped his arms around a mailbox.
Haruka rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky for a moment, then held up her right hand in Keitaro's field of vision. She grabbed a couple of plums from Wakaba Midori's fruit and vegetable stand with her left, placed the two plums in her right hand and held them up right in front of Keitaro's face.
"See these?" was all she said, before she closed her hand and squeezed until the plums had been turned into a mushy mess that was drizzling out between her fingers, the hard cores crushed to shards. "Imagine that happening to a rather sensitive part of your body." she said and Keitaro shuddered, moving his hands to protect his groin, during which he had to let go of the mailbox, which was exactly what Haruka was waiting for.
"Haaaaaruka!" Keitaro wailed as he was once again relentlessly getting closer to Haruka's teashop. As she unlocked the door and attempted to drag him into the house, he latched onto the doorway and refused to let go. "Haruka! No! No! No!" he protested as she yanked at his legs, making him feel as if she was disappointed with his height and had decided to correct this by pulling at him until he became taller!
The neighbors watched curiously as Haruka shifted her position until she was standing between Keitaro's legs, her arms wrapped around his legs and her hands clenching his jeans in grips of iron. Keitaro then felt her pull backwards and saw her right leg whip up at his left hand.
"Wha!" he exclaimed and let go of the doorpost with his left hand in order to avoid the kick directed at it. Haruka made the most out of that and with a sudden twist as well as a powerful yank, his right hand no longer managed to hold on to the doorpost. Haruka twirled him around several laps, making him somewhat dizzy and then, before he knew it, he was tucked in underneath her right armpit, his arms pinned down by his side by her relentless right arm.
She kicked the door shut before locking and bolting it, then carried her newly minted husband upstairs accompanied by his vocal protests.
The neighbors shook their heads in dismay at the loud cries from the second floor. And she had been such a nice girl too, before all of this.
Many of the neighbors wondered what to make out of the unusual, often loud cries and weird conversation that they heard all through the night.
"How about this, then? Nurse Haruka, angel of mercy, at your service..." they heard Haruka say at one point, through a window that had been left open to let in some fresh air. "And I do mean service..." she purred.
"Gah! Aun..."
KA-ctch!
"AOW! Haruka! Haruka!"
"Better. Okay, so you're not one for nurses... Then how about... This!"
"A sailor uniform? Where did you get one of those in your si-eah... Ah, I mean... Where did you get your hands on one of those?"
"Were you attempting to imply that I'm fat? Was that what you were implying, dear?"
"Ah! No! Not the whip! Not the whip again! You're not fat! You're slim! Petite! Got a narrow waist! Not an ounce of fat on you! You're pretty! Gorgeous! Sexy! Beautiful!"
"Then why aren't you hard and roaring to go yet?!" Haruka snapped. "How about... This?!"
"Haruka... Is that another weird uniform or some sort of leather harness for bungeee jumping?"
"You have zero sense of adventure..." Haruka sighed and the neighbors could hear the sounds of someone rummaging through a closet. "How does this look? Enough to get your engine running on all six cylinders?"
"A maid uniform? Where do you get all this stuff?" came the incredulous inquiry.
"This?" Haruka inquired in a hopeful tone of voice.
"Another school uniform and a ridiculous wig with brown pig-ta... Wait, that's Chiyo-chans hairdo and uniform! Come on, untie me! This is way too weird for me!" was the frantic plea.
"No! I'm not anywhere near done yet. There must be something in my collection that'll get your libido by the short'n curlies." Haruka snapped. "How'zabout... This!"
"A leash and collar? Where's the rest of it?" Keitaro inquired.
"This is it. There is nothing else." Haruka purred.
"Haruka! For the Kami's sake, we can't do this. Let me go!" Keitaro pleaded.
"Boy, you are a stubborn one." Haruka sighed and the listening neighbors could hear the distinctive clicking sound of Haruka's lighter. "I don't know why the others keep insisting that you're such a pervert. This would be so much easier if you were one!" she groused and puffed on her fag for a while, before tossing the still smoking cigarette out of the window. "Haruka-chan, the cat-girl? Mreooow!" she suggested with a hopeful note in her voice and the neighbors could hear the faint tinkle of a small bell.
"No! Rawan! I'll get you for thiiiiiiiiiis!" Keitaro howled into the night as the neighbors finally decided to wash their hands of this weird business and leave the young couple to their own devices.
- The morning after...
"Hiya, honey!" Kaolla greeted Keitaro as he staggered into the Hinata Sou the next morning, black bags under his eyes, a haggard expression and a wild look in his bleary eyes. He wasn't wearing the clothes he had left with, instead having put on a shirt and pants he had to have borrowed from Haruka, considering the look and bad fit.
Focusing those beady eyes on Kaolla, he changed direction and wobbled over towards her as just mentioned eyes grew fiercer and fiercer, until Kaolla was actually debating weather or not a retreat was in order. His hands whipped forward and both of them were placed on Kaolla's shoulders, keeping her in place. His head slowly crept forward until only a hairswidth separated their noses from each other, their eyes locked on each others.
"Kaolla. Are there any other laws or traditions that I need to know something about? I want you to think very carefully on this, before answering. Are there ANY other laws that I need to know something about?" he demanded. "I don't have to marry Tama-chan or something? There's no need for me to take off my clothes and run naked through the capital once every blue moon? No law that says that a Prince of Molmol have to kill a lion with his bare hands before his twenty-fifth birthday or anything like that?"
"Well, you can marry the flying entree if you want, but in case of intra-species marriages, there's a form you have to fill out first. After that, you can either propose straight-away or wait until Tama's twelve months are up." Kaolla replied, getting calmer as it became obvious that he wasn't going to do anything, despite the uncharacteristic look in his eyes. "Nothing about nudity at blue moons, though it is said in our country that the chances for getting pregnant are larger during a red moon, so there might be some nudity involved during those. Though there isn't any law or some such regulating that." Kaolla continued, a faint blush appearing for a split second as she looked forward to the next crimson moon, when she'd grow into her adult body yet again. Imagining all sorts of nice'n naughty things for the two of them to amuse themselves with then. "Nothing about princes and lions either, though if you should for some reason want to assume a position as Commander in Chief of the Molmol armed forces, you are required to fight unarmed against a dangerous predator to prove your courage. But it doesn't necessarily have to be a lion and killing the predator in question is not a requirement." she finished.
"Keitaro. What are you doing to poor Kaolla? Taking advantage of her again, are you?" Naru's voice inquired, lowering the temperature of the room with a fair amount, as she strode into it from the kitchen. Keitaro instantly removed his hands from Kaolla's shoulders and backed off several steps, before turning to face Naru.
"Narusegawa... Ah... I was... Innocent... I wasn't... No... I... I really wasn't..." he stuttered, backing away as Naru stalked towards him.
"And poor Haruka, you even took advantage of her!" Naru growled.
"Poor Haruka?!" Keitaro exclaimed and the wild look in his eyes returned. "Poor Haruka!" he bellowed and stopped backing off, instead striding towards Naru who suddenly stopped and looked somewhat afraid as Keitaro's unexpected display. "She tied me up! She beat me with a whip! She modeled all sorts of outfits, uniforms and clothes all night long, forcing me to watch! She stripped me naked! With a knife!!!!! She very nearly violated me! POOR HARUKA?!" Keitaro screamed. "POOR HARUKA?!" he repeated, towering over Naru who had slumped to the floor from where she looked up at Keitaro with a terrified look in her eyes.
"Oh, Kami-sama. The uniforms!" Keitaro shuddered, calming down somewhat as he too took on a fearful look, sweating profusely as he recalled his horrendous night. "Nurses, teachers, doctors, catgirls, movie characters, nuns, maids, androids, whores, policewomen, librarians, schoolgirls, slutty housewives, historical characters, mythological and legendary creatures... And the accessories, oh dear Kami, the accessories!" Keitaro rambled on, trembling in horror. "Clamps, ropes, collars, leashes, harnesses, straps, ears, tails, paws, Velcro, spandex, lycra, rubber, fur, silk, satin, restraints, plastic, dildoes, oils, lubricants, condoms, ticklers, braces, gags, blindfolds, plugs and things I don't even know either the names nor applications for!" he blabbed on, crouching down and hugging his legs to his chest.
"She told me... She tried to order me to... She pleaded... She actually begged... She looked ready to... I don't know what... But..." Keitaro stuttered, shaking his head in denial. "If I hadn't found the knife and managed to get the ropes off, I... I..." he said, trailing off with another shudder.
"I'm sorry, Keitaro." Kaolla said, walking up and wrapping her arms around him from behind, resting her jaw on his right shoulder as she attempted to comfort him. "I didn't mean for Haruka to get involved, but when the investigators looked up on things in the past for Mutsumi's appeal, the information about Haruka came out as well and... Well... I'm sorry, Keitaro."
"Yeah... Me too..." Naru said, then slowly moved up onto her knees and moved closer to Keitaro, wrapping her arms around him as well. Not even she could ignore just how pitiful and shaken he appeared at the moment. "And I'm sorry for what I said." she added.
"M-me t-to-too, sempai." Shinobu suddenly announced and kneeled down, in order to join the group hug, wrapping her arms around Naru and Kaolla, resting her head against Keitaro's left shoulder.
"Oh, this looks like fun. How nice!" Mutsumi exclaimed and joined them on the opposite side from Shinobu, leaning her head against Keitaro's shoulder and Kaolla's head.
"Aw, what the heck." Kitsune snorted from the stairs where the three most recent arrivals had appeared from, after Keitaro's bellowing had attracted their attention. She too approached the group and leaned in from between Shinobu and Kaolla, kissing Keitaro's head and resting hers on top of Shinobu's as she wrapped her arms around the group.
"Thanks..." Keitaro muttered from the middle of the pile of women. /You know, this 'aint so bad.../ he reflected for a moment.
"Urashima! What sort of perverted activities are you engaging in now?!" Motoko suddenly shrieked from the stairs. /Of course, Motoko might have another opinion on the matter./ he mentally sighed. "You defiler! You enemy of women!" she cried out and sprinted towards the huddle, bokken raised as she tried to figure out just how to hit Keitaro without striking anyone else. "Urashima, you coward! Come out and face me like the worm you are! Urashima, stop hiding!" she called out and tried to pull Mutsumi away, only to fail as the Okinawan refused to budge from where she was.
"Calm down, Motoko. It's not... It's not what you think." Naru said.
"Yea, it's not! Join us, honey! This is fun!" Su called.
"Then... What is going on?" Motoko inquired suspiciously, lowering her weapon somewhat as she peered at the odd huddle, trying to figure out just what in tarnation was going on.
"Keitaro had a rough night." Kitsune revealed and Motoko suddenly blushed, as she recalled where and by whom Keitaro had been dragged off the evening before.
"Urashima! How could you?!" Motoko gasped, raising the bokken again. This clinched it. She had always known that all men were perverts and now here was the living proof of it! Currently living, that was. Once she got her hands on him though...
"I couldn't. I didn't." Keitaro replied. "I finally got out of my restraints, tied Haruka up with her own damned whip and then ran away as fast as I could, after grabbing a shirt and pants from her wardrobe to replace my ruined clothes."
"Yeah. I guess I was a bit careless leaving the knife on the bed like that..." Haruka stated from the doorway, looking almost as tired as Keitaro did. The huddle, and Motoko, looked cautiously at the older woman as she walked into the room, heading for a couch where she slumped down with a tired sigh. "Oh, don't look at me like that. You're off the hook. For now..." Haruka said, rubbing her forehead.
"Haruka! How could you?!" Keitaro cried out from within the safety of a protective wall of girls.
"I haven't been properly laid for seven years, three months and fifteen days. Once the opportunity presented itself, I got a bit... Overenthustiastic." she replied around her smoking Cancerstick, a bit of flush to her cheeks as she confessed to her lengthy dry spell.
"Haruka..." Keitaro began, all inclination to ever refer to her as 'Aunt Haruka' again having been conditioned away during the course of the night. She was very good with that bloody whip of hers! "I don't think I'll ever..." he started, but was cut off.
"Bah, save it. I'm not in the mood to listen to any conversation that starts off like that." Haruka spat out and slumped even further into the couch. "Feh, it feels as if a week in bed would do me good." she commented and fisted her eyes, hoping to clear her vision somewhat. "And I mean that as in sleep for a week, not anything at all like you guys envisioned just now." she added once her hands were removed, eyeing a fiercely blushing Keitaro covering in the middle of the pile of red-cheeked females surrounding him and Motoko standing next to it, just as red-cheeked as the others. "Though that would probably do me good as well, if you've finally changed your mind." she finished.
"No!" Keitaro insisted from his shelter.
The End! ( For now... )
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860, MSN Messenger as or through e-mail as , more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above if you're on
"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV
"Kaolla. What is the punishment for disregarding ones marital duties?" Motoko inquired nervously a minute later, clearly not comfortable with the notion of having to sleep with Keitaro, or perhaps even one of the other wives, in order to avoid a harsh sentence.
"There isn't any. Geesh, what do you think we are? Barbarians?" Kaolla snorted. "But I guess Keitaro didn't know that..."
"So you mean that Haruka..." Motoko intoned seriously.
"Was bluffing, yeah." Kaolla agreed. "Worked like a charm though. I have to remember that one for when I get old enough to have a go at him." she added with a feral grin.
"You and me both, kiddo. Of course, I'm already old enough. I call dibs after Haruka." Kitsune informed the group, causing Naru and Motoko to face-vault, as Shinobu fainted again. Kaolla made victory-signs at Kitsune and Sarah shook her head in confusion.
Kaolla, Haruka and Kitsune were crazy! There just wasn't any other possible way to explain their actions in this outrageous situation! Sarah leaned forward and put her head down on the table, shaking her head again as she tried to tell herself that this was all just some crazy dream.
"Marriages are made in heaven. But then again, so are thunder, lightning, tornadoes and hail."
- Unknown
Urashima Haruka had been a nearly perfect neighbor ever since she bought the shop and moved into the living quarters on the second floor. She was quiet and polite, she never threw any loud parties, she served excellent tea in her shop, she always gave the neighbors a helping hand when they asked and she never passed on things she was told in confidence, unlike some others in the neighborhood.
There was the occasional gunshot noise and the smell of tobacco which permeated her surroundings, but the neighbors were prepared to accept these two downsides in return for the previously mentioned perks.
That was why people found themselves so surprised at the uncharacteristic disturbance she was causing now.
"Aunt Ha-gck!" a young man blurted out, but was silenced mid-statement with a fist to his gut, signifying the intense disapproval the woman in question felt at being labeled 'aunt' by her husband. "Haru-wheeeze-ka." he wheezed out, being dragged forward by Haruka's left hand at the back of his neck. "Haruuuuuukaaaaa! I'm your nephew! We can't do this!" he protested as he was dragged past Amida Seiji's Tofu Shop, to whom Haruka nodded an absent greeting as they passed him by. "No. No! Nononono! No! I refuse!" Keitaro exclaimed and wrapped his arms around a mailbox.
Haruka rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky for a moment, then held up her right hand in Keitaro's field of vision. She grabbed a couple of plums from Wakaba Midori's fruit and vegetable stand with her left, placed the two plums in her right hand and held them up right in front of Keitaro's face.
"See these?" was all she said, before she closed her hand and squeezed until the plums had been turned into a mushy mess that was drizzling out between her fingers, the hard cores crushed to shards. "Imagine that happening to a rather sensitive part of your body." she said and Keitaro shuddered, moving his hands to protect his groin, during which he had to let go of the mailbox, which was exactly what Haruka was waiting for.
"Haaaaaruka!" Keitaro wailed as he was once again relentlessly getting closer to Haruka's teashop. As she unlocked the door and attempted to drag him into the house, he latched onto the doorway and refused to let go. "Haruka! No! No! No!" he protested as she yanked at his legs, making him feel as if she was disappointed with his height and had decided to correct this by pulling at him until he became taller!
The neighbors watched curiously as Haruka shifted her position until she was standing between Keitaro's legs, her arms wrapped around his legs and her hands clenching his jeans in grips of iron. Keitaro then felt her pull backwards and saw her right leg whip up at his left hand.
"Wha!" he exclaimed and let go of the doorpost with his left hand in order to avoid the kick directed at it. Haruka made the most out of that and with a sudden twist as well as a powerful yank, his right hand no longer managed to hold on to the doorpost. Haruka twirled him around several laps, making him somewhat dizzy and then, before he knew it, he was tucked in underneath her right armpit, his arms pinned down by his side by her relentless right arm.
She kicked the door shut before locking and bolting it, then carried her newly minted husband upstairs accompanied by his vocal protests.
The neighbors shook their heads in dismay at the loud cries from the second floor. And she had been such a nice girl too, before all of this.
Many of the neighbors wondered what to make out of the unusual, often loud cries and weird conversation that they heard all through the night.
"How about this, then? Nurse Haruka, angel of mercy, at your service..." they heard Haruka say at one point, through a window that had been left open to let in some fresh air. "And I do mean service..." she purred.
"Gah! Aun..."
KA-ctch!
"AOW! Haruka! Haruka!"
"Better. Okay, so you're not one for nurses... Then how about... This!"
"A sailor uniform? Where did you get one of those in your si-eah... Ah, I mean... Where did you get your hands on one of those?"
"Were you attempting to imply that I'm fat? Was that what you were implying, dear?"
"Ah! No! Not the whip! Not the whip again! You're not fat! You're slim! Petite! Got a narrow waist! Not an ounce of fat on you! You're pretty! Gorgeous! Sexy! Beautiful!"
"Then why aren't you hard and roaring to go yet?!" Haruka snapped. "How about... This?!"
"Haruka... Is that another weird uniform or some sort of leather harness for bungeee jumping?"
"You have zero sense of adventure..." Haruka sighed and the neighbors could hear the sounds of someone rummaging through a closet. "How does this look? Enough to get your engine running on all six cylinders?"
"A maid uniform? Where do you get all this stuff?" came the incredulous inquiry.
"This?" Haruka inquired in a hopeful tone of voice.
"Another school uniform and a ridiculous wig with brown pig-ta... Wait, that's Chiyo-chans hairdo and uniform! Come on, untie me! This is way too weird for me!" was the frantic plea.
"No! I'm not anywhere near done yet. There must be something in my collection that'll get your libido by the short'n curlies." Haruka snapped. "How'zabout... This!"
"A leash and collar? Where's the rest of it?" Keitaro inquired.
"This is it. There is nothing else." Haruka purred.
"Haruka! For the Kami's sake, we can't do this. Let me go!" Keitaro pleaded.
"Boy, you are a stubborn one." Haruka sighed and the listening neighbors could hear the distinctive clicking sound of Haruka's lighter. "I don't know why the others keep insisting that you're such a pervert. This would be so much easier if you were one!" she groused and puffed on her fag for a while, before tossing the still smoking cigarette out of the window. "Haruka-chan, the cat-girl? Mreooow!" she suggested with a hopeful note in her voice and the neighbors could hear the faint tinkle of a small bell.
"No! Rawan! I'll get you for thiiiiiiiiiis!" Keitaro howled into the night as the neighbors finally decided to wash their hands of this weird business and leave the young couple to their own devices.
- The morning after...
"Hiya, honey!" Kaolla greeted Keitaro as he staggered into the Hinata Sou the next morning, black bags under his eyes, a haggard expression and a wild look in his bleary eyes. He wasn't wearing the clothes he had left with, instead having put on a shirt and pants he had to have borrowed from Haruka, considering the look and bad fit.
Focusing those beady eyes on Kaolla, he changed direction and wobbled over towards her as just mentioned eyes grew fiercer and fiercer, until Kaolla was actually debating weather or not a retreat was in order. His hands whipped forward and both of them were placed on Kaolla's shoulders, keeping her in place. His head slowly crept forward until only a hairswidth separated their noses from each other, their eyes locked on each others.
"Kaolla. Are there any other laws or traditions that I need to know something about? I want you to think very carefully on this, before answering. Are there ANY other laws that I need to know something about?" he demanded. "I don't have to marry Tama-chan or something? There's no need for me to take off my clothes and run naked through the capital once every blue moon? No law that says that a Prince of Molmol have to kill a lion with his bare hands before his twenty-fifth birthday or anything like that?"
"Well, you can marry the flying entree if you want, but in case of intra-species marriages, there's a form you have to fill out first. After that, you can either propose straight-away or wait until Tama's twelve months are up." Kaolla replied, getting calmer as it became obvious that he wasn't going to do anything, despite the uncharacteristic look in his eyes. "Nothing about nudity at blue moons, though it is said in our country that the chances for getting pregnant are larger during a red moon, so there might be some nudity involved during those. Though there isn't any law or some such regulating that." Kaolla continued, a faint blush appearing for a split second as she looked forward to the next crimson moon, when she'd grow into her adult body yet again. Imagining all sorts of nice'n naughty things for the two of them to amuse themselves with then. "Nothing about princes and lions either, though if you should for some reason want to assume a position as Commander in Chief of the Molmol armed forces, you are required to fight unarmed against a dangerous predator to prove your courage. But it doesn't necessarily have to be a lion and killing the predator in question is not a requirement." she finished.
"Keitaro. What are you doing to poor Kaolla? Taking advantage of her again, are you?" Naru's voice inquired, lowering the temperature of the room with a fair amount, as she strode into it from the kitchen. Keitaro instantly removed his hands from Kaolla's shoulders and backed off several steps, before turning to face Naru.
"Narusegawa... Ah... I was... Innocent... I wasn't... No... I... I really wasn't..." he stuttered, backing away as Naru stalked towards him.
"And poor Haruka, you even took advantage of her!" Naru growled.
"Poor Haruka?!" Keitaro exclaimed and the wild look in his eyes returned. "Poor Haruka!" he bellowed and stopped backing off, instead striding towards Naru who suddenly stopped and looked somewhat afraid as Keitaro's unexpected display. "She tied me up! She beat me with a whip! She modeled all sorts of outfits, uniforms and clothes all night long, forcing me to watch! She stripped me naked! With a knife!!!!! She very nearly violated me! POOR HARUKA?!" Keitaro screamed. "POOR HARUKA?!" he repeated, towering over Naru who had slumped to the floor from where she looked up at Keitaro with a terrified look in her eyes.
"Oh, Kami-sama. The uniforms!" Keitaro shuddered, calming down somewhat as he too took on a fearful look, sweating profusely as he recalled his horrendous night. "Nurses, teachers, doctors, catgirls, movie characters, nuns, maids, androids, whores, policewomen, librarians, schoolgirls, slutty housewives, historical characters, mythological and legendary creatures... And the accessories, oh dear Kami, the accessories!" Keitaro rambled on, trembling in horror. "Clamps, ropes, collars, leashes, harnesses, straps, ears, tails, paws, Velcro, spandex, lycra, rubber, fur, silk, satin, restraints, plastic, dildoes, oils, lubricants, condoms, ticklers, braces, gags, blindfolds, plugs and things I don't even know either the names nor applications for!" he blabbed on, crouching down and hugging his legs to his chest.
"She told me... She tried to order me to... She pleaded... She actually begged... She looked ready to... I don't know what... But..." Keitaro stuttered, shaking his head in denial. "If I hadn't found the knife and managed to get the ropes off, I... I..." he said, trailing off with another shudder.
"I'm sorry, Keitaro." Kaolla said, walking up and wrapping her arms around him from behind, resting her jaw on his right shoulder as she attempted to comfort him. "I didn't mean for Haruka to get involved, but when the investigators looked up on things in the past for Mutsumi's appeal, the information about Haruka came out as well and... Well... I'm sorry, Keitaro."
"Yeah... Me too..." Naru said, then slowly moved up onto her knees and moved closer to Keitaro, wrapping her arms around him as well. Not even she could ignore just how pitiful and shaken he appeared at the moment. "And I'm sorry for what I said." she added.
"M-me t-to-too, sempai." Shinobu suddenly announced and kneeled down, in order to join the group hug, wrapping her arms around Naru and Kaolla, resting her head against Keitaro's left shoulder.
"Oh, this looks like fun. How nice!" Mutsumi exclaimed and joined them on the opposite side from Shinobu, leaning her head against Keitaro's shoulder and Kaolla's head.
"Aw, what the heck." Kitsune snorted from the stairs where the three most recent arrivals had appeared from, after Keitaro's bellowing had attracted their attention. She too approached the group and leaned in from between Shinobu and Kaolla, kissing Keitaro's head and resting hers on top of Shinobu's as she wrapped her arms around the group.
"Thanks..." Keitaro muttered from the middle of the pile of women. /You know, this 'aint so bad.../ he reflected for a moment.
"Urashima! What sort of perverted activities are you engaging in now?!" Motoko suddenly shrieked from the stairs. /Of course, Motoko might have another opinion on the matter./ he mentally sighed. "You defiler! You enemy of women!" she cried out and sprinted towards the huddle, bokken raised as she tried to figure out just how to hit Keitaro without striking anyone else. "Urashima, you coward! Come out and face me like the worm you are! Urashima, stop hiding!" she called out and tried to pull Mutsumi away, only to fail as the Okinawan refused to budge from where she was.
"Calm down, Motoko. It's not... It's not what you think." Naru said.
"Yea, it's not! Join us, honey! This is fun!" Su called.
"Then... What is going on?" Motoko inquired suspiciously, lowering her weapon somewhat as she peered at the odd huddle, trying to figure out just what in tarnation was going on.
"Keitaro had a rough night." Kitsune revealed and Motoko suddenly blushed, as she recalled where and by whom Keitaro had been dragged off the evening before.
"Urashima! How could you?!" Motoko gasped, raising the bokken again. This clinched it. She had always known that all men were perverts and now here was the living proof of it! Currently living, that was. Once she got her hands on him though...
"I couldn't. I didn't." Keitaro replied. "I finally got out of my restraints, tied Haruka up with her own damned whip and then ran away as fast as I could, after grabbing a shirt and pants from her wardrobe to replace my ruined clothes."
"Yeah. I guess I was a bit careless leaving the knife on the bed like that..." Haruka stated from the doorway, looking almost as tired as Keitaro did. The huddle, and Motoko, looked cautiously at the older woman as she walked into the room, heading for a couch where she slumped down with a tired sigh. "Oh, don't look at me like that. You're off the hook. For now..." Haruka said, rubbing her forehead.
"Haruka! How could you?!" Keitaro cried out from within the safety of a protective wall of girls.
"I haven't been properly laid for seven years, three months and fifteen days. Once the opportunity presented itself, I got a bit... Overenthustiastic." she replied around her smoking Cancerstick, a bit of flush to her cheeks as she confessed to her lengthy dry spell.
"Haruka..." Keitaro began, all inclination to ever refer to her as 'Aunt Haruka' again having been conditioned away during the course of the night. She was very good with that bloody whip of hers! "I don't think I'll ever..." he started, but was cut off.
"Bah, save it. I'm not in the mood to listen to any conversation that starts off like that." Haruka spat out and slumped even further into the couch. "Feh, it feels as if a week in bed would do me good." she commented and fisted her eyes, hoping to clear her vision somewhat. "And I mean that as in sleep for a week, not anything at all like you guys envisioned just now." she added once her hands were removed, eyeing a fiercely blushing Keitaro covering in the middle of the pile of red-cheeked females surrounding him and Motoko standing next to it, just as red-cheeked as the others. "Though that would probably do me good as well, if you've finally changed your mind." she finished.
"No!" Keitaro insisted from his shelter.
The End! ( For now... )
