Hopefully....this straightened out the format probs this had
initially...
Sorry people! ^_^;;;
******
Sorry about taking so damned long! Some things came
up....Like, OH...Werkin' 12+ Hours a day, Social life with my Anime
Freak Friends....^_-
Well...It would seem that I am getting mixed reviews on
this so-far...heh...
But <shrug> to all their own.
One question that was asked: "Will you be including
Ranma 1/2 to this fic?", My Answer: No, I certainly will not, there are
WAY too many rabid people for that series. And it is not fun to write
about anymore thanks to the HUGE amount there is available JUST for that
one series [Just check the RAAC Archive, there is roughly 80 zipped
megabytes in there], never mind the fact that Cults, Churches, Knights
and Defenders have cropped up, most far less civil and empty-headed than
others. Also, the Powers that Be in places are Card-Holders for some as
well.
But I feel I gotta address one point: The Scene-Stealer;
oh sure, he does steal the show, but that is the whole point to it for
now, just like in the Anime and Manga; New characters get the spotlight
for awhile. At least until things "Get Into the Groove" so-to-speak...
As for my grammar, <shakes head> nothing I can do about
that right now, despite my best efforts to the contrary, so, I am on the
look out for an Editor that can assist me in cleaning up said errors.
AND, as for my flagrant use of Japanese terms and
wording, all of Love Hina ITSELF is a lot of play on Japanese words and
terms, to attempt to translate as such are a futile effort in and of
itself.
Yes-Yes....I fully realize that I started this off like
the first episode of Ranma 1/2...But I didn't know it until someone
pointed it out! <lol>
Oh yes, one last thing, I'm melding both the Anime and
the Manga in this, and most likely going to be jumping from
plot-to-plot, <shrug> unless specific points are marked with dates and
such, they are fair game. <evil grin> It is just more fun that way!! ^_-
******
Tip-toeing down the hall, Mistune couldn't help but
giggle to herself as she thought, 'Oh Sure, the study-group want him to
help-" her face formed a grin, '-But they didn't say HOW I should ask
him!'
Stopping in front of her target's room, she cracked the
door open ever slightly, 'Been here for a week, and he turns out to be a
hermit!'
Peeking in this way, she saw nothing out of the
ordinary, so she cracked it open even further without making a sound and
saw Tenshin hunched over the table and that strange laptop of his,
typing away furiously.
She watched him suddenly stop, then get out of his seat
and pad over to the balcony in a slump.
'CHANCE-U!!' Mistune's grin got even wider for the
moment, pushing the door open fully to get herself within the room's
confines.
'Tip-Toe-Tip-Toe...' Also ran through her mind as she
thought of ways to either scare him, or via Tickle-Torture (Hey! She's
bored, okay! ;).
She got within a few meters of him just before he threw
his arms out to the sides and screamed,
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG!!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
"What?" Tenshin began, turning around, "Kitsune-chan?
What are you doing here? I didn't hear you come in..."
"Ah-chaaaa..." Scratching her head in embarrassment,
mostly from the honorific, "Just came to let you know that the others
are asking you to help them out in their study group."
Nodding, "Okay..." Tenshin trailed off as he leaned down
and peered into her face with an over exaggerated glare, "You're not
some sort of pervert are you?"
"What?"
"Sneaking in here, hoping that I would be in the buff,
are you?"
Flushing red in that particular thought, appealing
though it may be, but, "Ahhhhhh....." She said coherently.
Grinning, he wagged his finger, "Ya best be ready to pay
the piper!"
"Huh? I'm lost..."
"Ya get me in the buff, I get to see you in the buff!!"
Kistune's eyes opened wide, and a blush spread from her
face on down her neck to her toes while she hugged herself.
Walking around her and humming in thought, "But I think
I may be getting the better part of the deal..." He said errantly, he
then shook his head, "But that is what I get for cooping myself in here
for the past couple days."
Uncrossing her arms, regarded him and asked, "You stayed
in here on purpose?"
Nodding, "Yep...Got too much work to do." Tenshin
answered.
"Doing?"
Leaning down again, and grinning to her flush again, He
swooped a hand under and caressed a breast absently, "That is a secret."
Kitsune just looked down to where his hand is: Firmly
clamped on her breast, cracked open an eye with a smirk, "Like what you
feel?"
Releasing his grip like his hand is on fire, "What?"
Tenshin blinked, "You don't care if I do this?" He emphasized his point
with both hands and both breasts.
Waving her hand to the side, "Of course, I care."
Mistune said evenly as she pried his hands off her chest.
Nodding as he crossed his arms, Tenshin replied,
"Ahhhh...Alrighty-Then, I'll just find someone else to pick on."
Now it was Mistune's turn to blink, "What?"
"Come-Now! It is no fun to grope and fondle a gal
without her screaming and coming after me!" Tenshin crowed and then
grinned, "It is better training and exercise that way!"
Nodding herself, "Souka! [Of Course!]" Kistune giggled a
bit at that round of logic in his head.
Chuckling ruefully, "You wouldn't happen to know of any
decent night-spots or clubs would you?" Tenshin ventured to ask.
The question caught Mistune so off-guard, her foot
slipped and she landed onto her bum, "What?"
Offering a hand up, Tenshin replied, "I'm going to go
batty if I remain in this place for too long without getting out of here
for some fun, but it has been too long since I was here last."
Jaw working silently, the blonde woman did not reply as
her hand was still smothered by one of his.
"Good!" Tenshin chirped, "It is a date on the town then!
My treat!" He bowed to her slightly, "I'll see you tonight, but for now,
I have a group of kids who need help from the master!! Ta-Ta!!" And he
left her standing there.
"Date-o?" Kistune blinked again as she watched him leave
the room. Shaking herself, "Sounds interesting!"
******
Keitaro stared intently at his study materials, slumped
and almost screamed as he scrubbed at his head, "ARRRRRRRG!!" He then
felt onto his back and whimpered, "I'll never get Calculus."
With an exasperated sigh, Naru placed her elbow to the
table and propped her chin into the palm of her hand, "You'll never get
it if you give up so easily." She said matter-of-factly.
"Ano? I don't quite get it either..." Mutsumi said
mildly. But then again, she ALWAYS talked mildly.
Tossing her hands up, "I find it hard to believe that
you're related to him, Keitaro!" Naru puffed.
The other voluptuous Ronin blinked and asked, "Who?"
Naru looked confused for a moment, before realizing it,
"That's right, you didn't hear that Keitaro's Uncle has recently got his
doctorates in the States, and he's only a few years older than him."
"Wow."
"You said it." Naru stretched with her arms over her
head, "I need to move around a bit..." she trailed into a yawn, "...I'm
about to go to sleep." She emphasized her point by lulling her head
around and rotating her arms into circles.
Leaning back up onto the table, "Oh wait..." Keitaro
remembered, "I asked Tenshin to help us out..." He slumped to the table,
"But it seems that he forgotten in his work, but I passed it along to
Mistune awhile ago."
"Work?" Naru asked, "What is he doing?"
Shaking his head, the young man shook his head ruefully,
"I zoned out after he starting going on about Fusion Thermal Dynamics
and Anti-Particle Mechanics." He tapped his chin, "But I *do* remember
him going on about something for a new power source or something like
that."
Waving her hand above her head, "WOOSH!" The spectacled
brunette had to smile at that, "VERY heavy stuff there."
Scratching the back of his head, "Yeah!"
Mutsumi just giggled and clapped her hands.
******
Tapping on the door to Narusagawa's room,
"Knock-Knock!!" Tenshin called inside as he edged the door open, "I hear
that some are calling for 'DA MASTA'!"
"What?" Asked the pleasant brunette at the shelf with
the tea supplies, "Ara! You must be Tenshin's Uncle!"
Said 'Uncle' cringed when he heard that and then cracked
his neck noisily as he regarded her with a lecherous grin. The grin
became wider as he clawed his hands in front of him, making a show of
stalking her while she watched with amused eyes.
Stopping dead in front of her, making sure that the
others aren't listening in, let alone watching, he leaned in behind her
and asked, "I'm not fooling you aren't I?"
Mutsumi just beamed as she shook her head.
Slumping, "Can never win." Tenshin grumped. He listened
to her giggle lightly for a moment before snapping his face back up,
pouting like a child, "I still should get you back for that." He
growled, looked around and stepped behind her, just before he snapped
his hands out and gave a light squeeze to her healthy chest,
"My-My....This is certainly a rare treat! Quite firm and large!"
She blinked, "Ara-Ara...You're a bold one aren't you?"
And she giggled again as she patted his hands on her chest, either not
mindful of what he is doing, or is it something else entirely?
Tenshin's jaw dropped and the rest of him followed on a
painful trajectory to the floor.
"You're funny, Tenshin-oujiisan."
"gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."
******
"No...That goes here, and this goes there..." Tenshin
reprimanded, he pointed and guided the others to see their mistake in
(what is to him) a rudimentary calculus equation.
Scratching his head, "Ahhh! I see now!" Keitaro laughed
nervously and thought, 'I wonder what possessed me to let an animal like
Uncle in this group?' but he shrugged it off as he watched his elder
tutor the girls with clean professionalism, 'At least he is controlling
himself, but I wonder why?'
"Ano? May I borrow an eraser, Keitarou-kun?" Mutsumi
asked pleasantly.
With his mind back into his work, said Todai-Sei-Wannabe
mumbled affirmative, clasped the eraser and handed it out to her.
*Squish-u!*
'Oh please, Kami-Sama...Please tell me it isn't what *I
THINK* that is!' Keitaro thought fervently, he screwed his eyes shut and
opened one of them to see his hand, connected to the eraser poking
Mutsumi's gifted mammary.
"KEITARO!!!" Naru screeched, "You never let up!!!" and
launched a rocket-punch at him.
*SMACK!*
The younger man held a wince in dire pain, a pain that
never came. Opening his eyes, he saw that Tenshin *caught* Naru's punch!
Stammering, "What...? How...?"
Slowing pulling her arm back, Naru glared into the older
man and asked, "Why did you stop me? He earned it for being such a
pervert!"
Dropping himself back into his seat, Tenshin replied
with a wide grin, "Simple:" he paused and gestured for her sit back down
at the table, "That was accidental..." He grinned ever wider as he
reached over and slid the tip of his finger over one of Naru's breasts,
"...This is purposeful."
Naru felt a shiver go down her spine as she felt
Tenshin's finger twiddle over the most sensitive portions of her chest,
"KONO!!! [Bastard!!]" She screamed, then smacked his hand away and
launched herself into a standing position, "DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!!" She
yelled and began a spin-kick.
*thump!*
"AIYA-YA-YA-YA...!" Naru waved her arms frantically as
her leg was caught by Tenshin's arm.
"Now-Now! No need to be so rough!!" Tenshin crowed and
then smiled, "Behold!!
"Secret technique of the Hiten-Mitsurugi!! LIGHTING
HAND!!!" And Tenshin's only free hand, his whole arm for the matter,
disappeared.
Naru was dropped unceremoniously back onto her cushion.
She blinked for a moment before realizing a draft under her skirt and
she watched Tenshin tilt his head with a beaming smile that said, 'I got
you!' just before he regarded her pink PANTIES!!!
Fingering Naru's undergarment with both hands, Tenshin
pressed it to his face and took a very loud and long sniff. Taking his
face off it, he looked like he is in heaven, "Ahhhh! The sweet smell of
an untouched virgin!!" He took another sniff, making it look like he is
making a clinical analysis of it, "...And you never touched yourself
either!"
Naru's face purpled in sheer embarrassment and rage.
Kaitaro sat there stunned at what he DIDN'T see. Then
his nose exploded in a fountain of blood before he fainted!
Mustumi just glanced around with a finger to her lips,
"Ano?"
"KONOYARO!! [You Bastard!!] Naru yelled at the top of
her lungs and punted Tenshin 'between the goalposts' out of the room.
"No-One deserves THAAAAAAAAAT!!" Tenshin's now
HIGH-PITCHED voice drifted off into the distance.
******
Watching the man fly off into the distance, Motoko
huffed as she stopped in the motions of her Art with the proffered boken
that was given to her some days ago; she heard what Tenshin, Naru and
the others have said.
And of course, Naru's screaming.
Something about that situation bothered her. Bothered
her to the very core of her being, yet, she hadn't the faintest clue as
to why it was so.
Sure, for the past few mornings, she and Tenshin have
sparred...furiously: with far more effort, power and skill than she
could ever remember doing back at the Shin-Mei-Ryuu Dojo, even with both
of her sisters as sparring partners.
A testament to that training was the feeling of pure Ki flowing
through her veins, and though she is not showing it, her physical
capability has been sky-rocketing, especially when Keitaro has done
something perverted, as usual.
But, instead of launching him into the Onsen as usual,
he was fired into the stratosphere, and from what she heard, he landed
somewhere in Nerima District of Tokyo!
[Author's note: It REALLY does exist people! Look it up! ^_-]
She was absolutely amazed when she heard about that.
Now, looking out to the sky calmly, hearing what she
just so recently heard, some minor doubts have arose as since he has
stopped groping her after the second day of him being here, 'Perhaps he
is not at all what he seems to be?' Motoko asked herself silently, but
had to smirk slightly to the next thought, 'Or is he just afraid of what
I can do?'
"Motoko-san!!"
"Hai!"
"Lunch is ready!!"
"I'll be right there!"
Padding down the wooden stairs, Motoko wandered off into
thought, of when Tenshin arrived at the Hinata-Sou, but they came to the
sword he had on his back. Passing by his room, she thought, 'I felt
something...ebbing off of that sword.' She couldn't deny her senses now
as they became much more acute as since he carried the blade around on
his back most of the time.
Once she managed to look closer to it. 'It is more a
work of art than a weapon.' Motoko's inner logic said, remembering the
intricate carving upon the hilt and the hand-guard, styled like the
flaming phoenix or a dragon.
But her gut is saying something else entirely: That the
weapon is extremely dangerous.
Shaking her head as she neared the kitchen, Motoko
shuffled those pondering off to somewhere else. Passing by the front
desk, she watched Tenshin trundle in, slumped over and limping slightly.
He waved tiredly and just continued by her. 'I wonder where he hit this
time?' she smiled inwardly.
She heard him muttering, "Landed in Roppungi...
<grumble-grumble> damned Red-Light District. <shiver> Eeeeeeeeeeeeew..."
Motoko tried to listen in on the rest of his growled ramblings, but all
she caught was "...she's gonna get my full attention now...
"...Damned bitch..."
Motoko stopped and blinked at that to wonder at who he
is referring to. Narrowing her eyes, a thought rumbled by as she
fingered the Shi-Sui, 'Most likely something extremely perverted.'
Collecting her wits and thoughts, they gathered to the
point of the package she received last night from her older sister: An
exquisitely made kimono that her eldest sister herself once wore.
She sighed inwardly at that, 'Even with the 'Extra-Curricular
Training' I have done lately, I still don't think I'm any match for
Ane-We...' Upon reaching the door, she let out a depressed sighed, then
squared her shoulders and schooled her features before opening it and
stepping in.
******
Sitting down at the table, Tenshin dug into his lunch
with his eyes close, pointedly ignoring everyone around him. Others,
except for Naru, wondered why the cold shoulder.
"So the sukebe [sex fiend] recovered quickly, eh?" Naru
said snidely, confident in her own martial capability.
Cracking open an eye, "Lay off, Narusagawa. I'm not in
the mood for your temperamental antics again this morning." Tenshin
countered coolly, 'It is one thing to deck me, it is wholly another cup
of tea to punt me into the center of "Easy-Ville" by my balls!!' he
thought and then directed his eye over to the small girl in the doorway
to the kitchen, "The miso soup is beyond excellent. My compliments to
the chef!"
Shinobu just giggled and blushed while she held up a
pot, "It was Oba-San from the Senior Club. She gave me some of her
handmade miso."
Shaking her head slightly, Mistune chimed in, "You will
make someone an excellent wife."
The blush on Shinobu's face became beet-red as she
beamed while she made to go put the Miso-Pot away.
Stewing at the interruptions, anything that Naru had to
say in her defense was cut off by Shinobu screeching in fright within
the kitchen.
Jumping out of his chair, "What's wrong Shinobu-chan?!"
Keitaro yelled.
Edging away from one side of the kitchen, the
blue-haired Hinata-Sou sweetheart pointed to the floor and screeched,
"Coc-Coc-Cockroach!!"
Keitaro just blinked and turned to look, only to leap
and cling to the wall with his own screeching fright, "Where's the
fly-swatter!?" he began crawling ALONG the wall, "Wait! Where's the
bug-spray!?" He then hopped off the wall to the sink and grabbed
something, "Oh Yeah! I heard that they die to you squirt dish-soap on
them!" He panted for air as he psyched himself up to squirt the roach,
until it spread its wings to fly up and land on his face.
"HEEEEEE-YAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" And Keitaro wailed.
Motoko just sat and listened to the commotion in the
kitchen, up until Keitaro, as usual, failed to meet with an enemy, and
then she calmly got up, turned as she unlatched her sword and slashed to
nothing but air, releasing a blast of sheer wind that blew Keitaro and
the cockroach through the kitchen-table to the other side of the room.
Arching a brow and cracking open an eye to the scene in
the kitchen, "Overkill for a cockroach, don't you think, Motoko-chan?"
Tenshin smiled around his chopsticks and then thought, 'Could never
break you of your odd fears, Keitaro. So damned high strung...'
Keitaro groaned in agreement under the kitchen table.
Sparing a glance at the two male Urashimas, "Don't
worry, I only hit it with the back of the sword." Motoko said evenly.
Big-Sweating, "That's...Not the point..." Naru managed
to get out nervously.
Blinking at the sword as the taller black-haired girl
sheathed it, Koalla Su, the resident 'Super-Tech-Head' asked, "Na,
Motoko. How does this thing work?"
"There is no mechanism /for this sword/needed for
such/." Both Motoko and Tenshin said at the same time. The kendo-girl
looked over to him and her eyebrow twitched, "You know Ki based
maneuvers?" And she thought, 'What kind of a monster is he!?'
Koalla blinked between the two of them, "Hoe?"
"What is 'Ki'?" Keitaro asked.
Standing next to Naru, who gave him a baleful glare,
which he pointedly ignored, "Some people have 'The Gift' to project
their internal energies outward for either destruction, or healing. A
Spiritual Force born only to those of strong will." Tenshin began, then
jabbed his finger into the air, "But it takes harsh and extended
training to harness it, let alone project it."
Motoko regarded Tenshin with an arched brow and a
critical eye before glancing at Keitaro, "A weakling like you won't be
able to understand this." And she began walking out of the kitchen.
Stepping aside, "Give the bloke a break, if it is
learnable he can probably do it." Tenshin countered, defending his
nephew.
The girl just openly glared at him before passing by and sat down
back at the dining-room table to continue eating her lunch. She never
opened her eyes to pick up, what she thought was another tender morsel
of Shinobu's wonderful cooking...
Opening her eyes, "Miyu?" Tama-Chan waved a flipper at
her.
Jaw slowly working down, sweat pouring down her face,
Motoko tried to resist....
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
...And the whole Hinata-Sou quaked to her frightened
shriek.
"Tur-Tur-turtle!!" Motoko whispered in the recently
repaired corner of the dining room.
Looking to the flapping turtle in the air, "No,
Tama-chan. You shouldn't scare Sempai like that." Shinobu half-heartedly
scolded the hot-springs turtle. How could you really scold something
that just wanted to be friends? Not an easy proposition...
Tenshin just furrowed his brow to the scene and stood
off the side, trying to figure this out.
With her brow raised in curiosity, Mistune leaned in to
the girl with her hands on her hips and said, "Motoko is fine with
cockroaches but not with a turtle...How strange..." The blonde then
glanced over to the arms crossed, intensely watching Tenshin and then
wondered, 'Okay...What is going through HIS mind?'
The Kendo-Girl just shivered with her arms hugging
herself and shook her head violently, "It cannot be helped!!" She began,
firing out her words like a machinegun,
"Ever-since-that-suddenly-appearing-bold-reckless-turtle-came-to-the-Hin
ataSou, I-cannot-get-a-decent-night's-sleep!!"
Big-Sweating again, Naru said, "Motoko...You're not
being coherent..."
Tenshin just glanced at Naru, receiving another
hate-filled glare, which he just immaturely stuck his tongue out at, and
nodded in agreement.
Coming out of the kitchen, now that he recovered from
his pseudo-mauling, "Afraid of a turtle? I guess that Motoko has a
girlish side after all." Keitaro beamed with his hand behind his head.
Both Mistune and Tenshin slapped their hands to their
foreheads, "Aa-CHA/Baka!" And both realized what they did, at the same
time, and chuckled.
Jumping to her feet, "URASHIIMA!!" Motoko growled just
before she launched herself toward the smaller male, "WHAT WOULD YOU
KNOW!?" With that, she made a downward slash...
...With Tama-Chan in her hands...
Keitaro had steeled himself for resisting another blast,
and when only a small gust of wind blew by, he looked up past his arms
to see the rear end of Tama-Chan, "Eh?"
He noted in the back of his mind that she held the
hot-spring turtle like she would her sword, and when she opened her
eyes....
"Miyu-Miyu!!"
Motoko blinked at the turtle just before her mind caught
up, "YAAAAA!!" She squeaked and tossed the reptile up into the air.
Tama-chan just pulled herself within his shell as he
went up and down...
...Into the back of Motoko's Gi...
"EEEEEEEEE!!!" The kendoist eeped.
"'TA-TE!!' TAKE IT OUT SOMEONE!! SOMEONE TAKE THE
'TA-TE' OUT!!" Motoko shrieked as she squirmed around in trying to get
the 'Ta-Te' out of her Gi.
Both Keitaro and Tenshin gaped at her, completely
skewing what she has said. "That has COMPLETELY sent my mind into the
gutter, ya'know that?" Tenshing muttered to himself, but Mitsune
overheard that and grinned evilly.
"KEITARO-NO-SUKEBE!!" Naru screamed as she decked the
Todai Wanna-Be through the Shoji screen-door and into a tree.
Groaning as he slumped to the ground, "Why me?"
[Author's Note: "TaTe" means TWO things: Turtle
and....Penis....<grins>]
"Waaaaaah!! I hate Turtles!!!" Motoko yelled to no-one
in particular, just before Tama-Chan popped out of her Gi and flew away
from her. Gritting her teeth, "In this case...
"No!-Motoko wait a second!-Don't be hasty!!!" Everyone
tried calling out to her.
"...HI-KEN!! ZAN KUU SEN!!" Motoko screamed as she brought her
sword up and unleashed her blast at the flying turtle, the technique
blasting by everyone in the room to the walls.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Motoko leaned over with her sword to the ground as she
huffed and puffed as her fear and anger ebbed away. Then Tama-chan
plopped on top of her head.
"Miyu?"
"GAAAAAH!!!" The Kendo-Girl swayed on her feet and fell onto her
back into blessed unconsciousness.
Everyone, except Keitaro, dived to the girl's side,
"AHHHH!!! Motoko! Motoko!!"
While everyone was doting on the girl, a pair of eyes
flashed as they watched the goings on from an inconspicuous hole up in
the ceiling...
******
Leaning up against the side of the Onsen, "Well...I
guess that everyone has one or two things that they hate." Naru
reassured.
Sinking herself into the hot waters of the Women's
Onsen, "Thank you, Naru-senpai." Motoko said softly.
With her hands behind her head, Koalla beamed, "If
Motoko hates it so much, I guess I'll just eat it, right?"
Shinobu appeared right next to the blonde-tanned girl,
"No! You can't eat it!!!"
"GAAAAAAAH!!!! Lolitas!!! My Eyes-My Eyes!! They
burn!!!" Tenshin's pained voice cried out from up above them, "OH GOD
THEY HURT!!"
Snapping her attention to the roof, Naru spotted Tenshin
swaying around holding his face as he covered his eyes, groaning out in
pain, "YOU...!!!" She growled as she got up out of the water.
But Naru was interrupted by her best friend from
high-school, Mistune; who whistled to get the man's attention and
flashed a conspiratal grin at Naru, "HEY, Tenshin-Sama!!!"
Tenshin stopped dead in his tracks, "Oro?" And he looked
down to watch Mistune wave seductively at him as she got out of the
water, the towel she has around her clinging to her voluptuous curves in
THE most pleasing way imaginable.
Mistune glanced over to Motoko, who is now out of the
water with an angry aura about her, "Just wait for it, Motoko!!" The
older woman whispered which caused the taller girl to blink, wondering
what the heck is woman is getting at.
Waving again at Tenshin, sho's now watching her like a
hawk, "You want to see something then?" Mistune called up to him while
her hands reached up to the towel around herself.
Almost falling off the roof, "OH!!" Tenshin cried out
and then wolf howled when Mistune flashed him with the towel still in
her hands.
Doing a little hip-swaying dance to Tenshin (which made
her jiggle in all ways naughty ;), and then snapping her face to Motoko,
"Now would be a good time!" Mistune hissed to the taller girl, who
nodded in understanding.
"TENSHIN-NO-HENTAI!!!!" Motoko screamed, and without
really knowing what she is doing, she cupped her hands to her side and
loosed a massive, swirling blast towards the pervert on the roof,
"KIKOUKEN-HA!!!!!!!!!"
"AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!" And Tenshin flew away,
leaving a smoke trail.
"Good job, Motoko!!" Everyone praised the Kendo-Girl,
who nodded in awe while she stared at her slightly steaming hands.
Naru spun around to the proudly grinning blonde,
"Mistune!!!" The brunette growled, "You're almost as bad as Tenshin
is!!"
Spreading her hands with a shrug, but still grinning, "I
have nothing to hide." Mistune began, and then grinned wider, "Besides,
I think he fun to tease!"
"MOU!!"
******
Glowing red with embarrassment, "That Mistune..." Motoko
mumbled to herself as she padded into the Onsen Changing Room. She
shivered at the thought of herself doing exactly what the older woman
did to distract 'That Man.' Shaking her head and voicing her thoughts to
herself, "I'm not her...I do things in my own way."
With that said, she padded over to where she placed her
clean clothes. Motoko brushed a stray lock of hair aside when she
noticed a moving lump within the cloth, "Eh?"
The lump reveled itself to be Tama-Chan, which waved at
her, "Miyu!"
Gasping in both anger and fright as she leaped back,
Motoko grabbed her sheathed sword, "Damn you!" She growled, "You are
only a lowly turtle-eyed-turtle-shelled turtle!!"
Tama-chan seemed to be taking stock of what Motoko is
raving about, seemed to smile at her and then flew out of the room, and
Motoko followed right behind, "Wait you!!"
She tried to screech to a halt when she noticed someone
else in the hallway that she ran right into.
Someone that accidentally grabbed her towel and pulled
it off as the both of them fell to the floor.
Shaking his head, Tenshin wondered out loud as he looked
at the towel in his hand, "What the...hell...?" He trailed off as his
eyes bugged out of his head and he then mumbled, "This is too much for
one day..."
Grumbling to herself, Motoko glared at Tenshin,
"Urashiima!! Ki...Sa...Ma..." She slowly got out as her mind clicked
that she is revealing all of her 'birthday suit' to him.
Too put it simply: She completely FREAKED!
"Hi-KEN!!! ZAN KUU SEN!!!" Motoko shrieked with a
squeal...
...And AGAIN...Tenshin was launched into the
stratosphere!
"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! I said it
once, I'll say it again: This is JUST too much!!!" His voice echoed off
into the distance.
******
In the Laundry Room, Motoko took a tentative sniff of
her clothes, but backed away from then almost instantly, "Smells like a
turtle..." She whispered to herself just before placing her outfit into
the washer and then started it.
"OH NO!" Shinobu cried as she ran up to the taller girl,
"If you wash that...!"
"Eh?" Motoko blinked.
Looking very embarrassed, "All of senpai's clothes are
currently being washed..." Shinobu began.
Resigned, Motoko slumped a bit as she said, "I guess
that I shall were my school uniform then."
Shaking her head a bit with her face slightly scrunched
in embarrassment again, the Sweet-Heart of the Hinata-Sou said, "But I
just sent your uniform to the cleaners."
Gaping at the blue-haired girl, "Ah?! Then I..."
Interrupting with a smarmy grin and her hand on her
chin, Mistune said, "It looks like that you have a problem!"
Motoko just freaked a little bit, since she knew that
she has nothing else to wear...
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"NO!! Forgive me!!!"
The scream from Motoko was enough to rouse Tenshin from
his work on his computer, "What the bloody Hell?" He asked no-one but
himself when he heard Mistune chortling.
As always, the insatiable curiosity got him up and out the door,
following the noise.
Tenshin already recovered from being launched multiple
times this day, with images of the Blonde Kitsune rolling around in his
head among other things while he tried to get some-more work done on his
computer.
He watched all the residents watch the shoji to
Mistune's room, he heard their comments of "Cute" and such. He watched
the multitude of outfits that Motoko was presented in. Though one DID
indeed really catch his eye (The 'sexy' one if you must know ;), but he
could literally FEEL the misery flowing off the poor girl.
The rice-paper screens opened again to reveal Motoko in
a rather homely dress. Arching his brow at the crew while he lit a
cigarette, and he then asked while smoke drifted from his nose, "Are you
guys through in torturing her? She already had a pretty rough day..."
Snapping his attention to him, "What? We're just here
for our opinions on the outfits..." Keitaro said uncertainly. The young
man then looked to the flustered and blushing Motoko, "I guess we DID go
a little far!" He laughed nervously while he scratched the back of his
head.
Frowning at Tenshin, "I think she looks great in that!"
Naru snapped out, "More like a girl than in anything else she's been
in!" Many of the others, including Keitaro, nodded in agreement with
her.
Regarding the red-head with a critical eye and his arms
crossed, "So says the TodaiSei-Wanna-Be who's got her nose too far into
her books." Tenshin replied evenly.
Glaring at the taller man, "What did you say...?" Naru
began snarled.
"I thought I was plain." Tenshin sighed, "Open your
eyes, Ojou-Chan [Little Girl]. Look at Motoko-chan here; she is
miserable in those clothes. Even *I* can see that!"
Taking a step back while she rocked on her heels, 'He's
DEFENDING me!?' Motoko wondered incredulously while she gaped at the
rising argument going between the two, 'WHY?!'
Flatly ignoring Naru now, Tenshin turned to Mistune and
asked, "Do you have button-down blouses and slacks?"
Wondering herself, Kistune just nodded numbly.
Nodding himself, "Good!" Tenshin cheered and promptly
walked into Mistune's room, closed the screens behind himself.
Grinding her teeth, almost completely incest with rage,
"That damned bastard! Treating me like a CHILD!!" Naru growled through
her lips. The others edged away from the scorching aura she flared out.
Taking toward Mistune's side, Tenshin rubbed his chin
with the palm of his hand, "I think something in light pastels for this
season." He said offhand as he tilted his head to either side.
Gaping at him, her eyes completely open and her jaw
working silently for a moment. Mistune turned to Tenshin and almost
howled, "Since when are you the Fashion Expert?!"
Smiling amusedly at her, but with a touch of something
else that the woman could not immediately identify, "Since I heard the
screaming." Tenshin shook his head and then shrugged, "'Sides, when I
hear someone being tortured like this needlessly..."
"Not so...All her clothes are in the wash." Mistune
huffed.
"Oro?" Tenshin pursed his lips and looked to Motoko,
then said, "Looks like one outfit is already ready to wear."
"What's that?"
Taking a step toward them, "Ano? I'm still here...?"
Motoko breached.
"Her birthday suit!" Tenshin cheered, "I must say that
it is QUITE lovely!"
The reaction was instantaneous: Motoko swiped up her
sword, left it sheathed, and beamed Tenshin on his head, sending him
into the floorboards. "TENSHIN NO HENTAI!!!" she screamed with a shiver
afterwards, remember those eyes of his roving all over her earlier that
day.
With a couple tugs, he pulled his head out, laughed for
a moment and turned to Mistune, "Just follow my suggestions." Tenshin
said in an ordering voice, then got onto his feet and began walking
toward the screens. He stopped and turned his head slightly, "Aside from
that I think that she would look REALLY good in something like that; it
would make those happier to all involved." He spoke softly and then
stepped out into the hallway.
Both Motoko and Mistune gaped again, listened to him.
Turning toward the taller girl, "There is something VERY weird about
him..." The Blonde began slowly, with her finger pointing toward the
screen door, "But I cannot figure out what."
Motoko just nodded in agreement.
The both of them gaped at the door a moment until they
heard Naru screaming bloody murder. The both of them nearly tore the
shoji off its tracks to see Tenshin, cigarette in his mouth with smoke
trickling out of his nose in the pose of an aborted full-power palm
strike.
Looking down his nose to the red-head as she slid down
the support beam, "I wouldn't suggest you make me angry-" He paused for
a moment to take a drag of his smoke, "-You won't like me when I'm
angry." With that said, he just waved a bit and started to walk away,
"Later people."
Still in her dress, Motoko look around a bit and then
asked, "What happened?"
Standing up, Keitaro brushed himself off while shaking
his head before regarding the tall, black haired girl, he glanced to the
panting Naru, "Narusagawa tried to strike Tenshin, saying something
about how to not treat her like a child..." The shorter man shivered
uncontrollably, "Tenshin-oujiichan [Uncle-OldMan]...I have no idea what
was going through his mind..."
Furrowing her brow while she narrowed her eyes toward
Keitaro, "Why didn't you defend her?" Motoko hissed.
This time, Keitaro just looked away and scratched his
head before answering, "You don't know him like I know him." He paused
for a moment, looking down the hall, "He wouldn't hurt her..." He
trailed off before looking Motoko in the eye, "...Besides, he makes it
very difficult for me to defend ANYone when he is in THAT mood..."
He sighed a bit, "...I wonder what made him so
defensive?"
Motoko had a thought about that, but the sudden bawling
from Naru interrupted everything.
******
Hee-hee....THAT was FUN! ^_-
Now...I need feedback!! Something to prod me along to keep writing this
beast! ^_-
Anyway...Next Time, Same Bat Time, Same Bat-Channel:
Motoko...Experimenting with this new found 'power'...Also finds out some
things that she WISHES she never did!
Naru...Brimming with....Something or other....^^;
Mistune...I know I promised to give the reason why she would be skipping
down the hall in this one...BUT...That is coming!! I swear!
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"DO THE DEW!!!"
"Those who say violence never solved anything have never studied
history. Violence continues to be used not because it is easy, but
because it is effective when it has been applied properly." -Misato
Katsuragi, "A Soldier's Duty"
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