Author Note: I would like to take this space too answer some of my past reviews. First, woman can take the surnames of their husbands in a marriage. I think since their the children of the anime characters; the girls should be recognized.
Daisuke
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Daisuke is the son of Kanako. His mother wanted artificial insemination after hearing how Naru was going to conceive, and wanted one different gendered too win their child's hearts, however, they both ended up with the same gender. Just like his mother, he's hard on the residents at the Hinata House. But he does everything out of concern. His likes include writing whatever comes too his mind on his black notebook, engineering, and puzzles. His dislikes: Doing different things from how he lived up till 20.
Love Hina Bara
Chapter 2: A bitter reunion Part 1!
Ian just entered Chazona's room. Nothing changed about her since the last he's seen her. Cogitating with her eyes closed, in a mediation position; her legs crossed and arms wide out, chanting too herself. Ian had wanted to ask Chazona questions and even took the liberty of bringing a basket full of multifarious fruits.
" Hey there, Chazona," Ian called by the door. " How's Life for ya? I brought you some food, you look so pale." Ian put the basket of fruit on Chazona's righthand side. Chazona made no attempts to take his basket. She instead tilted her head down, speaking in a different tone.
" I know you're here too learn about the future, Ian." Chazona strictly said. Ian's anxiety raised up too his head. She found him out. His face blushed bright red. Almost felt like Chazona laughed under her breath; her head down.
" W-what… I-I don't care about the future," Ian lied. " A-all I want… A friendly friend-to-friend conversation. Is that too much to ask?"
" Really?" Chazona asked skeptically. " I see (squeaky voice) 'Oh, will I ever get married? '" Ian frowned. " 'Can I win my crushes heart?' ". Frowning turned too growling. " ( normal voice) Really, Ian? Your typical male fantasy. The truth: I only deal with circumstances, that relate to death or an Armageddon. I've no interest with high school social life." Growling turned into anger.
Ian knew there was nothing he could hide from Chazona. However, he wanted to make an example, keeping his palms out and pretending to squeeze her, hands far away; covering whole neck, Ian growling, " Betcha saw that coming, huh?"
" Actually… yes," Chazona answered, obliging Ian's presence, tilting her head left. " Now, this may seem a little unorthodox, but it's of great importance you listen, the whole world depends on it." Her words moved Ian. He couldn't help but grin as he listened.
" Well, well, the 'whole world' is depending on me?" Ian rambled in an egoistic manor. " Tell me, what is it am dependent on? " rubbed his chin, eyes sparkling, "Saving a damsel in distress?" flexing muscles, grinning, " Taking down mighty foes?" took glasses out his pocket, put them on over his eyes, " Figure out an equation that's plagued humanity?"
" Ah, no," Chazona truthfully answered, Ian slumping hunched over, " Someone not of the Hinata House will be in you and Daisuke's 'room'. No matter how arrogant, dim-witted, or commanding he acts, you mustn't stand in his way and must do anything he asks for." Chazona reached both her hands out. She touched Ian's face, small drops of blood dripping along the way.
" W-wha…" Ian stammered too say. " Ah… Please let go of me. You're making me feel… uncomfortable." Chazona didn't let go. Ian felt something rushing too his head. He felt a zinging sensation coursing through his mind.
" It's like… Everything's so… clear."
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Ian was in school. In a large room, Ian scattered around a bunch of other students, writing down notes or chatting out loud. Ian drew in his sketch book, Aimi Chiba Ever since Ian first saw her, he had feelings for her. Aimi had long orange hair, amber eyes, wearing a school uniform with a red tie and green dotted skirt, opened-toed red sneakers, and a small red ribbon in her hair. She was too "upper-class" for Ian. People said too Ian: She's single because…
Flashback:
Ian started his first year of school. He'd just finished his first period class. Aimi the time was around dozens of girl friends, each black cropped or hime hair, giggling up a storm. Ian had confidence back then, conveying his approach, walked up too Aimi,…
" Hi there, Aimi," Ian greeted with open arms. " My name is—"
" Eeeek!" Aimi screeched at the top of her lungs. Jolted past Ian, leaving him full of wonder.
One of Aimi's friends patted his left shoulder, sighing of Ian's backbone, saying, " I hate to break it too you. Aimi's an androphobic."
Flashback End:
Ian remembered it clear as day: Fear of men, usually derived from witnessing , or being, verbally abused. Ian shaunt whoever harmed her. Skidding through the pages of his sketchbook, all faces or prudent poses, he sighed, depressed.
" Nice drawings, pervert," Rina's voice shrilled behind. Ian's heart nearly stopped. Turned around, saw the glaring face of Rina, close up, and making his body go numb. `` Speak, and your dead.``
Ian managed to recover a tad amount of his energy, ``W-what… Are you doing here?" Ian turned his head to his right hand, determining what to do, slapped himself across the face, unseen by other spectators. " This isn't your class y'know! Get out of here! Get back to your own class! And let me have my piece!"
Standing over Ian, Rina made her devious smile, arms crossed, replying, " Oh… there won't be any peace in 3… 2… 1…"
Toru's shrill voice echoed in the classroom. It disrupted everyone, getting them out of their seats, panicking. Ian also felt fear. Toru wouldn't harm him, however, it was Aimi he worried about. She the only one not afraid.
" Holy shit!" One male student screamed from seeing Toru.
" There's a snow leopard in our school!" A female student screamed.
" Everyone for themselves!" Another male student yelled.
" If you have textbooks, use them as shields!" An older and more raspy voice ordered.
Nothing made sense too Ian anymore. Most students rushing towards different side Exits, Rina as Toru's tamer just standing up and laughing too herself, Aimi oblivious to the circumstances and copying notes on the chalkboard into her notebook.
" Get out of here, Aimi!" Ian worried in his mind. " Toru's gonna kill her!"
Adrenaline raised inside Ian's head. Ian once saw a video of a man lifting a car up; adrenaline raising inside of him. Ian wished that was him. He was gonna need it; snow leopards are very resilient animals.
Running down the classroom, heavily breathing from his mouth, Ian caught up in front, yelling, " Aimi!" Her immedial response was writing in her notebook. Toru paced closer to her, snarling and wagging his tail(angry). Meanwhile, Rina snuck in the front of the classroom near the chalkboard and fiddled with a box of papers, chanting, " Lalala, am so smart! Lalalala, everyone else can suck on it!"
" I'll save you Rina!" Ian called while running.
Toru stopped moving. Gentle purring noise came out Toru's mouth. Over recent days, Toru grew attached too Ian, not like he was too Rina, but well enough to calm down in his presence. Ian approached the massive cat. Cautious of how Toru could go berserk: There was a minimum distance between them.
Aimi finally finished her notes, turned left, noticing Ian, screamed, " Eeeeek!" Aimi ran away , again. She hadn't seen or heard Toru. Her androphobia reacted from their previous encounter together. Ian slumped on the ground, again.
" Hey, Ian!" Rina called behind. " Say anything, and I'll neuter you."
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Ian was a half hour late at getting back into the Hinata House. He could've gotten back at an earlier convenience, however, kept a distance away from Rina. He didn't trust her, and had good reasons.
Ian searched amongst dozens of rocks; only one of them a fake. Since he joined the Hinata Household, everyone wanted to kick him out. There were many procedures he had to follow. He needed to keep his treatise in a storage all the time, kept his belongs with him at all times, and keep the keys in a fake rock at all times.
" What a day," Ian griped in thought. " That stupid Rina! Who the hell does she think she is?! I could have her arrested. I could, but I won't. Nobodies gonna believe me anyways." Ian unlocked the door to the Hinata House. Walked into the house which brought him nothing but grim thoughts and torture.
" Hey there, Ian.," Daisuke called from a room on the right. " I'd suggest you write your activates on a chalkboard next time so everyone can know where you are. " Ian sighed from his negligence. Looked around for Daisuke, but couldn't find him, anyways replied:
" Will do." Ian no longer had to worry. He had friends in all shapes and sizes. He had his cousin for brain. He had Toru for brawn. He decided to repay them. He would go to the Surveillance Room and start an early shift.
Ian reached the door, pulling keys to unlock it, and swinged it open—
" Hiya Ian, you son of a bitch!" All too familiar male voice greeted.
Ian couldn't believe his eyes. His old friend, Ichiro, in the Surveillance Room and munching on his pile of candy bars. Ichiro claimed to be Ian's friend, however, he was nothing but a pestering twit.
" Ichiro! How'd you get in this room!?" Ian rudely cursed at Ichiro.
" You didn't lock it. So careless, Ian."
" How the hell did you find me!?" Ian rudely cursed at Ichiro again.
" Ooooo… Ouch," Ichiro said sarcastically, hand on his heart. " That hurts. After all we've been through. Remember all the good times we had?"
" We've never had 'good times'," Ian retorted. " I remember…"
Flashback
Ian and Ichiro were in a hot spring. Ten years old, diminutive physiques, travelling through the Steam Room, other side of a hot spring; woman taking a bath.
Ichiro peered through door's barred window, smug look on his face, looked at Ian, left eyebrow raised up, " Don't be a wuss. Play it cool." Ichiro put on a performance—rushing out the door—fake tears crying from his eyes. "HELP! Ian-kun is bullying me!"
" What?!" Ian shouted in disbelief.
" I told him it's not good to peek," lied Ichiro through his teeth and fake tears. " He called me a 'sissy' and punched me!" Ichiro ran to the naked woman (towels wrapped around them) and let them suffocate him in hugs.
" You poor thing," One woman said too Ichiro.
" You Monster!" A different woman yelled at Ian.
" How could you be a cretin too this poor boy?!" A third woman backed the second one up.
The woman couldn't see Ichiro as he suffocated his head deep in their bosoms. He was young, but "knew" things, smiled.
Flashback End:
" I was grounded for three weeks, you psycho!" Ian complained about their time together.
" Hey, hey, don't-be-a-wuss," Ichiro responded. " Play it cool. Like me. There ain't a girl in school who I ain't kissed, fondled, or not seen naked." Ichiro spread a large grin on his face, stroking his lower-chin, " Wanna know my secret?"
" No," Ian complied.
" Shit, I tell you anyways. Compliment them. Woman want people to butter them u—"
" Ian!" Yui's voice called below. " Can you come down and help me with the garbage? Thanks."
Sly look on Ichiro's face arouse, rubbing chin, curious, " Hey, hey, Ian, you never told me about your girlfriend."
Ian got up, brushing himself of any crumbs, looked back at Ichiro, saying, " I don't. I received a letter from my father, one thing lead to another, and now am the landlord of an All-Girls dormitory
Ichiro ecstatic , " Shut-your-ass. I can't believe it! I envy you, man! You're living my dream of owning a harem!"
Ichiro grabbed Ian by his shoulders, Ian shaked him off, patting away any remaining traces of dirt, remarking, " Your dreams so stupid! You don't have the money or the skills too own such a thing!"
" At least I've been with women, unlike you."
" Excuse me, I happen to have an acute paralysis, caused by being insecure as people touch them, which has plagued the Urashima men for nearly hundreds of years, where are moments of acting properly are very slim. Your just a womanizing deuce!"
Ichiro shrugged Ian off. Walking up, hands in his pockets, sly smile on his face, headed straight for the exit, stopped, speaking, " I deserve your job. Give me an hour; that's it. Every girl here will be drooling over me."
Ian felt tongue-tied. Ichiro hit a crucial part of his body. He wanted to get in front of Ichiro and slug him, however, he couldn't shake his memory:
" Whatever that person asks, it's the end of our world if you don't listen too him."
End of Chapter 3