Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina. The only thing that I do own is Aki Wakahisa.

Special great thanks to HotelKatz for beta-reading this fic.

"Urashima, don't you think it's time to press charges on them?" That was first thing Keitaro heard as he got inside of the police station with a very uncomfortable police escort who's tried not to see the naked landlord. Thankfully for him, the most of police force wasn't keen on arresting him but more likely wanting to sent the girls like Naru away for psychiatric help and shock treatment.

"You're wasting your breath, rookie." Sergeant Aki Wakahisa walked toward the naked man and handed him a bathrobe. "My brother-in-law is too much of goody two-shoes who come from insane family. He's too good for my little sister and too bad, you have to cover up." He winked at the Hinata dorm landlord.

Keitaro accepted the clothing from his brother-in-law. "I'm flattered but if you remember, I'm a heterosexual who's happily married to a beautiful woman, your sister." The landlord stated while he slipped on the robe.

"She doesn't need to know." He teased but he got a quick smack on the back of his head. "Oww..." The cop turned to see his sister standing next to him.

"Do you also remember that your sister can kick your ass back and will tell your boyfriend that you're flirting with other men, again?"

"Oww... okay, I got it! When did you get here?"

"I got here few minutes ago but you couldn't never detect my presence."

Aki scoffed. "It's not my fault that Dad taught you how to be sneaky like him."

"He did teach to both of us but you didn't have any interest." She turned to her husband. "Come on dear, I got your clothes." Having been at police station one too many times, she lead her bathrobe-clad husband to the bathroom.

Half hour later, Aki smiled as he saw his sister and her now fully-clothed husband exiting the police station. Ever since Haruka married Keitaro, she become a changed woman; in a good way. To that day, he silently thanking god for bring Keitaro Urashima into his sister's life.

The married couple got to the tea-house first. "I'm not ready to go back there." He confessed as his wife closed the door behind her.

Haruka hugged her spouse. "You don't have to. I could call them to tell you helping out here." She grinned. "I really do need your help. I'm stressed out and can someone help me relax?"

Her husband smiled. "I can ease your pains."

"Good!" She leaned to kiss him. The married couple froze as they could heard the voices of Naru and Motoko by the door. Once again, their thoughts were the same. ''Not again! Those fucking bitches!' She sighed. "Get behind the counter now, Keitaro!"

"Haruka?" Naru and Motoko entered into her former house-mother's shop as Keitaro ducked behind with his wife standing next to him.

"Naru, what are you doing here?"

"I want to apologize to you about my behavior before."

"It's not me that you should apology to. I don't know why you brought Motoko with you. She wasn't there."

"Kitsune was unavailable, so I offered my support. After all, it's Urashima's fault for trying to pleasuring himself in place where two young girls might heard."

"Did she told you that she overheard him in his private bathroom and the fact she owes my family money for damages that she causes?"

Motoko was stunned. "I wasn't aware of it, but either way, he should know better than that."

He shook his head in disbelief as he hid behind the counter. 'I can't believe that I'm not even safe in my own wife's work.' He turned to his wife's long flowing skirt was next to him. 'Her ass do looks amazing.' An evil thought came to his mind.

Her eyes widened when his finger glided over her panties, repeatedly. 'Not now...' She felt her panties getting wetter as he stroke her covered crotch. She tried her best to prevent it by squeezed her legs to trying block him but it failed. The moment his tongue brushed her leg, her legs immediately obeyed to his touch. 'Damn it..'

"Oh, god..."

"Are you okay?" Naru's voice was laced with concern for the smoker. "Do you need help?" She approached toward Haruka.

"No, I'm fine. I actually hit my knee against the counter." She replied, blandly as she feels her panties moving down. "Just keep on talking." The skimpy clothing article was pooled around her ankles.

"Are you su..." Naru stopped as she saw Haruka glared at her. "Okay, but what about Keitaro?

She tried to listens to them but her mind on the sneaky cunnilingus attack by her husband and especially in front of Naru and Motoko. 'Why did I decide to wear a long skirt today?' She had involuntarily spread her legs. He smiled and continued on torturing his wife by buried his tongue deeper into her and now adding his fingers to rubbing her sensitive area. All she heard of Naru was the phone conversation from his parents. 'Thank god, I don't think I want her to repeat herself.'

"Fine, I'll talk to Keitaro if I see him but I don't think that's your business." Haruka could feel that she was about to orgasm. "How about this? You can ask Keitaro about his parents after you both tell him about your personal lives."

"It's none of his business!" Both girls cried.

"I thought so. If you don't want to talk to him about your family, I don't see the point of him talking about his." She feel her willpower breaking down even more with one intense lick after another on her private area.

"But he's the landlord. His emotions could effect his works and us. We should know what happened to his life if he insists on being our landlord." The samurai heir stated.

"I had enough! You want to know everything about him and you can't tell him one little thing about yourself! You girls are giving me a headache! Please leave!" 'I need to climax and I'm not doing that in front of you two bitches!'

"But..." Naru got interupted.

"Just go!" She yelled. The tenants exited out of her shop quickly as possible. As she heard their voices faded to nothing, she finally shouted out loud. "Oh, my god..." A wave of ecstasy hits her as she finally allow herself to climax. She leaned against the chair as her lover cleaning up her concealed mess. "Why did you do that for?" She cried as Keitaro emerged from her skirt.

"I wanted to try something like that." Her husband smirked. "Plus I thought you liked it."

"Correction, I loved it." She pulled him up for a deep passionate kiss. The smoker could taste her juices in his mouth. Her lips formed a smirk. "I still can't believe that you pulled that stunt."

"You told me to be spontaneous once in awhile."

Haruka finds herself squeaking with excitement as she finds herself in his arms. 'Keitaro know how to make me like this.' She hooked her arms around his neck. "Kei, should we continue this in the bedroom?" She purred near his ear.

"You read my mind, Ruka."

"I could see you two can't keep your hands off each other after all these years."

"Granny Hina?" Both husband and wife cried out. Keitaro almost dropped his beloved wife on the floor.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to see my favorite grandson and his lovely wife." She smiled. 'Hopefully, I could make things right.'

'Why did she sound so fake when she said my lovely wife?' Keitaro let his wife back on her feet, gently as he could. "Do you want me to escort you to the dorm, Granny?"

"I would love that." The old woman turned to her granddaughter-in-law with a saccharine smile. "We'll be back."

Haruka smiled back. "I'll see you soon," As soon the Urashima elder and grandson left the her tea-house, her tone changed. "You demented old hag!"

Meanwhile at the Hinata Dorm, Kitsune was looking around the corner if anyone was around. 'The coast is clear!' She silently entered into her landlord's room. "Time to solve a mystery!" She headed toward his bookshelf. One of shelves has a decent amount of photo albums. Most of them are belong to Granny Hina, but a few owned by Keitaro himself. She grabbed the first one and begins to study the photos.

After forty minutes later, the gambler's eyes was getting tired from looking too many photo albums. "There is no Haruka in any pictures of Keitaro's family album." She managed to find one picture of her former house-mother in his high school photos. The younger version of the smoker was smiling and she had her arms around young Keitaro's neck. His arm was wrapped around her waist. The look that they had was more love than you would have for family but something else.

"Is it possible that she's not blood-relate to Keitaro?" She studied the photo carefully. "If so, what's her real connection to him?"