Unholy Union R
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson

Summary: Love Hina AU. Takes place during Keitaro's time in America. During Keitaro's spring break, he's persuaded to come with some friends from school to the city of sin, where he meets a very unusual woman...

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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Ramblings from the Deviant Viking

Heh, not all that long ago, earlier today in fact, I was rambling on my livejournal how the second chapter of Unholy Union was giving me trouble because of some facts I had come across since finishing the first chapter. This forced me to scrap the two endings I had planned, as well as much of the second chapter. That's not the trouble, I constantly find myself having to scrap and revise my shit, so this is nothing new.

No, the problem was that in spite of the fact that I've suffered from a cold the last couple of weeks and spent both the weekend, as well as half of monday, all of tuesday and all of today at home, nothing much have been written for Unholy Union despite the fact that it, along with Nabiki - Master of Anything Goes, has been my priority when it comes to writing during this period.

Nabiki-MoAG, flowed pretty well and I managed to get out an update for it without too much trouble. UU however... After scrapping shit, I had like 3kb's worth of fic on saturday when I really tried to focus on it. Earlier today, when I updated my livejournal, I had 9kb's worth of fic. groan I was contemplating upping the shit I did have to TFF and ask for comments/suggestions, in spite of the fact that I myself hate mince-meal-fics. I went out for a smoke, walked back in and it was as if my fingers were possessed. Grew from 9kb's to 25kb's in like an hour! An hour! Argh! All in sequential order too! None of my usual chapter'n story hopping! Why can't I write like that all the time, I wonder?

Meh, what the fuck ever. Let's get on with it. The first chapter has changed a bit too, but all that's really changed is the fact that I was wrongfully assuming that it was Keitaro's father who was related to Haruka, which he isn't. ... Well, other then by marriage... Nothing more then that, so no re-reading required. But seeing as it's been a while since it was first released, I'm guessing most of you have already re-read it anyway to refamiliarize yourself with this fic. Hehe...

On with the show

Previously, on 'Unholy Union'

"We've... We're... What are we going to do?" Keitaro asked morosely.

"We're getting this marriage annulled. I'm going to take a whole fistful of morning-after-pills. Then we're never ever going to tell anyone about this." Haruka replied.

"Yeah... Yeah..." Keitaro agreed after a few moments, starting to calm down before he suddenly panicked. "Oh, fuck! We had unprotected sex." he yelped. He hadn't even thought about that or worried about the possible consequences. At first, he'd been too excited to worry about that. After their first time, too ecstatic and eager to experience utter bliss again.

"Yeah, hence the morning-after-pills." Haruka agreed.

"It's several mornings after. Will that work?" Keitaro asked worriedly.

"I've got no idea." Haruka admitted. "Hell, I'm so messed up right now that I couldn't even tell you if I've been ovulating or not. I'm just so... We're so... How could I have been so stupid?!" she wailed and started sobbing all out, the flood of tears worsening several times over.

Keitaro automatically reached out and drew his wife into a comforting embrace, before he realized just who it was that he was hugging and pushed her away, trembling and shivering furiously. He started crying himself and Haruka's sobbing grew worse after he'd pushed her away.

Even if someone had offered him a billion dollars, he couldn't have told them what he was feeling or thinking right now. Emotions rushed past too quickly for him to properly identify them, his thoughts were a muddled mess that made no sense whatsoever. He wanted to run away, he wanted to pull Haruka into his arms, he wanted to take a long shower and scrub himself off, he wanted to kiss the woman he loved and had married, he wanted to vomit, he wanted to tell his mother that Haruka was alive, he wanted to forget that the last week had ever happened, he wanted to die, he wanted to live, he wanted... He wanted...

He didn't know what he wanted right now.

But getting completely plastered started sounding like a better and better idea by the second.

Roll credits

Chapter Two:

"Not again, Keitaro..." Haruka sighed as Keitaro staggered into the room, clumsily slammed the door shut behind him. He slipped out of his shoes and dropped his jacket next to the shoes, swaying back and forth as he made his way over to the couch, where he slumped down into it in a boneless drunken heap. "You're killing yourself, Keitaro." she murmured as she filled a large glass with water, grabbed a cloth which she moistened under the tap and made her way over to the couch. "Here. Drink this. All of this."

"Yoush doin' hit two..." Keitaro slurred in a barely comprehensible manner, before he downed the entire glass in one go.

"Not to this extent." Haruka argued gently as she wiped his sweaty forehead with a wet cloth. "The moment school is out, you stagger out to get drunk and only return once the barkeep won't serve you any longer. It's a miracle that you haven't missed more classes then you have."

"Whare we gwan do?" Keitaro slurred as he clumsily set the glass down on the table.

"What we're going to do, is try to act a bit more adult about this. Drinking doesn't solve anything." she replied and fell silent for a few moments. "Unfortunately..." she muttered under her breath. Things would have been oh so much more simple if drinking had solved things. "We're going to have to get off our asses and get this marriage annulled." she declared.

"I luvs ya, 'Aru-chan." Keitaro blurted out and reached out to caress her left cheek. For a few brief moments, she leaned into the caress with a smile on her lips, before she reluctantly pulled away, leaving him looking lost and miserable.

Much like she herself looked after tearing herself away.

"I love you too, Keitaro." Haruka stated after a terse silence. "And not like I should love you! Damn it! Why does this have to be so hard!" she snarled and slammed her fist into the back of the couch.

"We khows it, nobudder else." Keitaro hinted unsteadily, still looking absolutely miserable.

"But if... When... We go back, there'd be no way of hiding it." Haruka argued. "Not in the long run." she sighed.

"Lovs ya..." Keitaro responded to that, sliding a bit closer to her, leaning up against her in a drunken sway.

"Keitaro... No, please... Not this again..." Haruka protested weakly, but didn't move away or otherwise prevent him as he reached out and wrapped his arms around her. "We can't..." she mumbled, but didn't get any further then that as he claimed her lips with a sloppy kiss. "Mmmmm..." she moaned into his mouth as her own arms rose and wrapped around him without conscious direction from her mind.

/Weak... I am weak!/ she mentally wailed as the two of them progressed from clothed passionate sloppy kissing, to undressed drunken wild sex.

"Another day in paradise. Whoopee." Haruka exclaimed to herself in mock joy as she finally dragged her naked self out of bed, wincing in pain and shifting her usual stride to a wide-legged walk towards the bathroom. She glanced at a calendar hanging on the wall next to the bedroom doorway and grunted. Three weeks worth of being married to Keitaro, of being married to her nephew.

She slumped down on the toilet seat with a pained exclamation, put her elbows on her thighs and buried her head in her hands.

"This is such a fucking mess..." she mumbled and flinched as she heard the phone start to ring. She completely ignored it and desperately hoped that it was just one of Keitaro's friends at school. Those sort of calls she could deal with. It was the others that were difficult. She held her breath as the machine picked it up.

+Beep. ... Hey, Keitaro. It's me again. Look, call back, won't you? We're starting to get worried here, even if Seta-san tells us that you're all right, going to school and everything.+ the voice of the girl Haruka had learned was one Narusegawa Naru chirped from the speaker and then there was silence for a few moments. +Things here are... Well, fine, I guess. ... It's boring without you here, though. Everybody misses you. Everybody! But you haven't returned any of our calls since you went on your vacation and we're... Look, just call back when you get this message, okay?+ Naru finished and then apparently slammed the receiver into the cradle as she lost her temper.

Haruka was almost impressed, that was a longer and more coherent message then she had left in the last two weeks. The girl certainly had a temper on her, but now it seemed as if concern was starting to overwhelm her anger.

She shook her head and chuckled, a chuckle completely devoid of all humour.

She could somewhat hazily recall Naru from when she stayed at the Hinata Sou when she was just a little toddler around the same time that Keitaro and Mutsumi were staying there. Keitaro had been there because his parents were busy starting up their bakery, so Hina had been requited as a baby sitter. Mutsumi had tagged along with her mother who had come for the reputed healing qualities of the Hinata Sou hot spring. Naru had come because she was the sickly one.

Haruka hadn't spent all that much time around the trio, as she had been older then them. But she had been forced to baby-sit them from time to time when Hina was busy, so she could somewhat recall the three of them from way back then.

Mutsumi also called from time to time, leaving calm and somewhat odd messages. The girl certainly had an odd fixation with watermelons. Haruka felt somewhat bad about that. Mutsumi had donated her beloved Liddo-kun doll to Naru and when Naru left, she'd become completely devastated. Haruka had been babysitting at the time and after becoming tired of the girls sobbing, she'd stuffed a watermelon into Mutsumi's arms and told her to cuddle that, which Mutsumi had.

Haruka truly hoped that she wasn't responsible for the girls odd fetish.

The other girls called as well, though Naru and Mutsumi were the most frequent callers. One girl Keitaro had identified as Shinobu had called once, leaving a stuttered and nearly completely incomprehensible message. The poor girl had been so nervous that all Haruka had been able to make out of it, was that Keitaro should call back, that he was missed and something about fried rice. The one named Kitsune had called twice, sounding drunk both times. She had made a few, in Haruka's ears, completely inappropriate advances, told him to call back and let him know that Naru was going to pieces without word from him.

Kaolla had called three times, all three leaving long messages that exceeded the machines capability to record them. Boy, she could babble! She'd apparently made it her duty to inform Keitaro about everything that was going on at the Hinata Sou and took that duty seriously. Seta's adopted daughter Sarah had called once, asking how she was and telling him what a jerk he was for worrying the other girls by not returning their calls. She wasn't at all worried however, it was great not hearing from him and she was only calling because the others had asked her. /Yeah, right.../ Haruka thought about that.

Motoko had called once, calmly and with great serenity leaving a brief message asking how he was, requesting that he returned the call and then told him about a new beef bowl place that had opened nearby. Then her voice had changed completely and she had sternly informed him that if he didn't start returning their calls, she'd cut him open and hang him from the Hinata Sou's roof by his own entrails upon his return.

Kanako had also called, greatly surprising Haruka. She had apparently showed up to run the place in Keitaro's absence. She shook her head, she had always thought Kanako was a bit off with her 'stupid' hang-up on Keitaro. Now she had a lot more sympathy for the poor girl, even if she still thought she was a bit crazy, well remembering some of the crazed stunts she had pulled off as a kid to get Keitaro's attention.

/Hina must have turned the place into some sort of woman-only insane asylum since I left./ Haruka privately thought. Kaolla seemed to be the only normal one of the bunch, but after Keitaro had told her some about Kaolla during one of his drunken ramblings, she had realized that she was just as crazy as the rest, if not even more so.

For whatever reason, Keitaro never called them back.

If it was because he was too drunk to care when he got back in the evenings and because he was in too much of a hurry to get out of the apartment before she woke up in the mornings, or if he had some other reason for not wanting to talk with them, she didn't know. He hadn't told her a whole lot about his life back in Japan before they found out that they were related and afterwards, they never really talked about anything. But when he had talked about his life, half of his stories seemed to involve that Naru girl.

/Naru... What a slutty sounding name.../ Haruka groused in the privacy of her own mind, before she shook her head to clear those thoughts. /Deep breaths, Haruka. No need to get jealous. He was a virgin before you. AND HE'S YOUR FUCKING NEPHEW!/ she mentally raved at herself, then took one of those deep breaths she so desperately needed. /Well, adopted nephew anyway.../ she sighed to herself.

Her mother Yoko had been Keitaro's real aunt, but Yoko and her husband had both died in a car accident when Haruka was twelve, leaving her without parents. She had moved to the Hinata Sou with Hina then, being raised entirely by her from that point on. Not much of a move, to tell the truth, as she and her parents had lived the story above the Hinata teahouse just down the stairs from the Hinata Sou.

If only the old bat had settled for that, but noooo. When Haruka had finished her schooling, the old crone had put Haruka down in the family register as her adopted daughter. So, now she was Keitaro's aunt instead of his cousin.

She hadn't stayed around for long when school was out, that bastard Seta had somehow managed to convince both her and her best friend to go on an archaeological world tour with him and it seemed like a fine idea at the time. See a bit of the world, before she returned and reopened her mom's old teahouse.

/What a great idea that was.../ Haruka mentally groused.

The fucking bastard Seta had been flirting like hell with the both of them, assuming that their joint decision to tag along with him was an invitation for a threesome. The knuckles on her right hand still ached a bit in cold weather after the haymaker she'd clocked him with after he first voiced that impression. She'd dumped him right then and there, going off on her own. Mirelle had stayed with him, she had apparently been more comfortable with Seta's misimpression then Haruka had been.

That was when she had come across Mithril and joined up. Basic training had been hell for her, having no prior military training. Though she was somewhat familiar with guns after some of the misadventures they'd been on before Seta revealed his true colours and had trained Martial Arts throughout her entire life. But she pulled through her training with flying colours, finding out that she had a knack for Mithrils military shit. Stealth, tracking and undercover work in particular. After training, she'd been recruited straight into Black Ops and left her old life behind up until that last mission. She knew that the kid had to die, she had read and understood some of the reports that detailed how the drugs the brat had been fed would enable control over some Lamda-thingie or other. Some sort of horrific weapon that turned whatever one could imagine tangible.

She still shuddered at the thought of what a disturbed kid could do with such a device, but that didn't make the fact that she had pulled the trigger any easier to live with.

She sighed and grabbed a fistful of paper to wipe herself off with, before she staggered into the shower stall and gave near-scalding hot water another chance to wash away all her sins. A task which the water failed, as usual. No change there.

But even if her sins remained, the water at least assisted in ridding herself of the more sticky evidence of last night's sexual activities. She leaned her back against the wall and slowly beat the back of her head against the wall over and over again.

"I'm so fucking weak..." she sobbed and tears started trailing down her cheeks. "Again. I let it happen again!" she snarled and suddenly put her face directly into the spray, letting out a brief whimper in pain as the scolding hot water made her entire face burn as it washed away her tears. "Today, I'm going to talk with him today. For sure, this time." she swore to herself as she pulled her face away, resolving to find him the very moment classes let out and nab him before he could rush off to get drunk.

Just like she had every day for the last week.

She had spotted him sober four times out of five, but hadn't been able to bring up the resolve to stop him. So she had merely watched as he made haste off campus, then subduedly walked back to the apartment where she had a few drinks of her own, before she awaited her 'husbands' return.

And the inevitable sex that would come after his return.

"Weak!" she screamed and slammed her first into the wall.

"Hello, Haruka."

Haruka froze in mid-stride, a chill crawling up and down her spine as that voice shattered her thoughts. She closed her eyes and her posture slumped in defeat. She sobbed once and took a deep breath, before she reopened her eyes and slowly turned around to face her doom.

"Hello, grandma." she responded woodenly, as she looked down at the diminutive woman. She had never referred to the old bat as 'mother', something which she was now grateful for. "How did you track me down this time?" she asked, recalling several near-miss-encounters over the years which she'd only gotten out of by chance or luck, as either she or one of her subordinates had spotted the old woman before she had spotted Haruka.

"I didn't, actually." Hina cheerfully admitted. "I'm in town to visit Keitaro, your nephew. He's studying here, y'know?"

"Yeah. I've seen him around." Haruka reluctantly admitted.

"It's nice to see you again. How have you been?" Hina managed to get out, before the cheerful facade slowly faded away. "Why didn't you ever come back? Or at least write or call? I've been so worried about you..." she asked pensively, letting out a quiet sniff.

"I was so angry at Seta at the time, so angry with everything connected to Seta... I couldn't return to the Hinata Sou, so I... I did something stupid, became a part of something so much bigger then me, something that took over my life for a time." Haruka slowly replied. "I can't tell you much about it. Nothing at all about it, in fact. I'm out now, however."

"Yes, Mithril." Hina replied. "I knew about that. There's no ban about talking to your family though, you know?"

"Figures you'd know about that." Haruka sighed and shook her head in quiet dismay. "I just... I just couldn't, not for the first years. And once I could... Too much time had passed. Too much time... It was easier to just go on as I had."

"You're out now, though? You can come back home again? The teahouse is still waiting for you. I've kept it just the way it was. So, please. Won't you come home, daughter?" Hina pleaded with her, Haruka flinching at the last word.

'Daughter'...

"Please, grandmother. I'm not your daughter now and I never was!" Haruka snapped and let out a quiet sob. She wiped tears away with the back of her left hand. "Especially not now..." she sobbed.

"Haruka... I may not have given birth to you, but I've always loved you like a daughter. Especially after Yoko... Poor Yoko..." Hina mildly protested.

"But I'm not!" Haruka sobbed and hugged herself, shivering as she dug her fingers into her own arms.

"All right. But you're still my granddaughter. You're still family!" Hina agreed after a few moments, wondering what the problem was and why Haruka reacted so strongly. "Won't you please come home, granddaughter?" she repeated her plea.

"Change the family register. Make me your granddaughter again." Haruka requested, making Hina flinch as she felt a brief stab of pain at what she saw as Haruka's rejection of her.

"Have I failed you, granddaughter? I know that I'm not your real mother, but I've always done my best to..." she started, before Haruka cut her off.

"It's not that. I'm just... It's just that... Oh, grandmother!" Haruka sobbed as she darted forward, slammed down on her knees and wrapped the old woman in a crushing hug. "I've been such a bad girl..." she sobbed as her tears started soaking Hina's pale pink kimono.

"There now, there now... I'm sure it's not all that bad. Ssshhh, shhhh." she tried to offer comfort as she wrapped her own arms around Haruka. "It's going to be all right, beloved daughter..." she added and blinked as she suddenly found her arms empty.

"No! Granddaughter!" Haruka sobbed, suddenly standing two meters away and glaring down at Hina. "I. Am. Your. Granddaughter." she stated firmly and clearly, though tears were still streaming down her cheeks.

"What has brought all this on? Why are you so insistent on this?" Hina asked, feeling a few tears of her own creeping into the corner of her eyes.

"Grandmother I... I..." Haruka stuttered between sobs, before she suddenly took a look around and noted all the attention the two of them were attracting with their scene in the middle of a downtown sidewalk. "We'll take this elsewhere..." Haruka muttered and expertly flagged down a cab, which she gave the street of Keitaro's apartment.

"That's the street where Keitaro lives. I had no idea that the two of you lived so close to each other." Hina mumbled as they were on the way.

"You have no idea... No idea, grandmother..." Haruka mumbled under her breath. The rest of the journey was conducted in silence, Haruka paid and led Hina into the building at up to the apartment. Hina stared silently at the sign on the door saying 'K Urashima' as Haruka pulled out her key and opened it, quietly leading her inside.

Hina looked carefully around the apartment as Haruka made some tea for the two of them, studiously noting the fact that clothes that obviously couldn't belong to Keitaro was lying around unless he'd gotten some weird fetishes from running the Hinata Sou in her absence, the presence of copious amounts of empty booze bottles, the fact that there was only one bedroom and that the entire apartment reeked of sex.

Her face turned white as she started connecting the mental dots in her head and when Haruka entered the living room with the tea, she stared in silent shock as Haruka poured them each a cup and seated herself on the couch, pointedly ignoring the panties she seated herself on and the brassiere lying on the floor.

"I met Keitaro in Las Vegas last month. I didn't know who he was and I had just gotten off an assignment, so I introduced myself with the fake identity I had entered the country with. We fell in love, we got married, he took 'my' name and I only found out about his old last name when we got back here and I saw the front door." Haruka explained woodenly.

Hina was silent and unmoving for several minutes, before she reached for her cup of tea and gulped down the entire thing in one go.

The silence continued for another couple of minutes before the older woman spoke up.

"You never caused many problems as a kid..." she reflected with a far-away look on her face. "But when you did, boy did you make trouble. At least that hasn't changed..." she mused and shook her head, before she looked up at Haruka with a faintly disappointed expression. "Judging from how this place looks and reeks, I'm assuming that you're still married to him?" she inquired and disdainfully pushed a discarded pair of pants off the back of the couch.

"Yes..." Haruka replied in a faint voice.

"Does he know?" Hina demanded to know.

"Of course he knows! I completely freaked the moment I saw the sign on the door, couldn't very well keep it a secret after that." Haruka snapped and buried her face in her hands. "Oh, grandmother. We're so messed up. He drinks, I drink, we don't talk to each other and... And..."

"And while both of you probably knows that sex doesn't solve anything, that's all you do." Hina sighed and refilled her cup.

"You have to change the register, grandmother. I... I can't be your daughter any longer." Haruka pleaded before she started sobbing again. "I don't deserve to be your daughter..." she whimpered.

"I've made my fair share of mistakes in life too." Hina argued. "But I see your point. All right, I'll change the register back." she agreed and directed a stern glare at Haruka. "Now what are you going to do? Are you going to handle the situation or are you going to keep on drinking and fucking the rest of your life away?"

"Grandmother!" Haruka protested.

"Well, isn't that what you have been doing?" Hina countered angrily. "How long ago since you found out? Four weeks? Three weeks?" Hina asked and shook her head as Haruka nodded at 'three'. "Three weeks. Three weeks in which you could have done something about this. Divorced him, getting the marriage annulled, called me to have the register changed, seen a shrink or whatever. But instead of getting something done, you've apparently just made a fool out of yourself. That's not the proud independent dau... Granddaughter I raised, Haruka!"

"I know..." Haruka agreed in a pitiful voice.

"Freshen up, Haruka. Then get out of here and get a hold of that husband of yours. You have a lot of things to talk about. I'll... Clean this dump up." Hina snapped and Haruka slowly nodded, heading for the bathroom to repair her ruined makeup. "Kami, what a mess..." Hina muttered to herself as she started by collecting all the various articles of clothing that was lying about all over the place.

"What am I going to tell him?" Haruka asked from the bathroom.

"How should I know?!" Hina protested from the disaster area that was the living room. "You can start by telling him that you're back to being his cousin! If I know him right, he'll still feel guilty as hell about betraying his promised girl. Not to mention that he's somewhat hung up on Naru from what Kitsune has been telling me and what I've seen, so he's probably feeling guilty about that as well. No need for him to feel guilty about marrying his aunt on top of all that." she suggested.

"I guess you're right..." Haruka sighed from the bathroom.

"Of course I am. You're the older one in this 'relationship'. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Keitaro is naive and innocent, well, before you married him anyway." Hina replied and heard a crash from the bathroom as Haruka apparently dropped something. "There's no way that he was ready to deal with something like this, so you'll have to take responsibility and be the sensible one." Hina continued and then threw the clothes she was carrying onto the ground and stomped her foot on the floor. "And don't think its okay to stay married to him just because I'm changing the family register back either! Even if you're not his aunt any longer, you're still seven years older then he is!" Hina ranted.

"Grandpa was thirteen years older then you." Haruka argued from the bathroom.

"It's different when the man is older!" Hina snapped right back. "But don't just listen to my opinion about it either. And don't just take your view into consideration either. Talk! Talk! Talk! Make a joint decision about what to do. You two are in this together, after all." Hina continued and finished with a tired sigh. "I've always hoped to see him wind up with Mu-chan. Or Na-chan, the two of them have been spending a lot of time together lately. It was so sweet, the promises those three made with each other..." Hina reflected.

"They were just kids..." Haruka groused under her breath as she made her way back into the living room.

"Well, you look somewhat presentable again, I guess." Hina groused, quite obviously still upset over what she'd heard. "Now you go and talk with Keitaro. Seems like it's been long overdue."

"Yes, grandmother." Haruka replied and took a deep breath. "And grandmother, thank you."

"You're welcome, granddaughter." Hina replied with a sad expression as she observed her former adopted daughter, now granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law walk out of the apartment, heading for Keitaro's university. "What a mess..." she muttered to herself, referring to both the apartment and the situation Keitaro and Haruka found themselves in.

The End! ( For now... )