The Kanako Factor[PG-13]
                           Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson

Summary: When Keitaro arrives at the Hinata Sou, he's not alone. Having
promised his sister Kanako that they'd always be together when they were
both much younger, he's been trying to keep that promise ever since. What
changes might a deccade of having Kanako nearby have made to Urashima
Keitaro?

Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou, the characters and whatnot are not 
mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. 
This series deals with mature subject matters and there's a fair 
amount of Kanako/Keitaro tendencies scattered all through the fic. If this 
disturbs you, don't read.

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 or through e-mail as iamhawk@yahoo.com,
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or by clicking on my handle up above.

"speech"
*emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers*
/thoughts/
*/telepathy/*
~translation~
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+

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                                Chapter One:

"This is... Hinata Sou?" Keitaro mumbled, looking up at the impressive
building. "I'd forgotten how big it was..." he added breathlessly.

"Yeah, it's been a while." Kanako added as the two continued on their way,
walking towards the main entrance.

"Granma?" Keitaro called out, reaching for the doorhandle. "Grandma?" he
repeated as he opened the door.

"Brother, wait." Kanako urged him and pulled him back out the door,
pointing urgently at a sign. "Hinata All-Girls Dorm?!" she read off the
sign.

"All-Girls, what?!" Keitaro exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the sign. "A
girls dormitory?" he blurted out, looking over at Kanako, then back at the
sign, scratching the back of his head. "Granma Hina must have done some
changes since we were here last."

"Yeah, I guess." Kanako agreed, then looked up at her brother. "Why do you
think she asked you to come?" she wondered and he shrugged.

"I don't know. Her letter was rather brief." he admitted, then shrugged. 
"I guess we'd better go see her." he decided and the two stepped into the
building, heading for granma Hina's room, only to find it empty. "That's
strange, she must be out."

"Granma Hina? Granma?!" Kanako called out, but got no response. "Anybody?"

"I guess nobody's home." Keitaro reasoned, then shrugged. "Want to go
exploring?" he asked his little sister.

"Uhm, perhaps we'd better not." Kanako stated. "With your penchant for
causing trouble whatever you do, it's probably not a good idea to go
wandering around in an all girls dorm." she explained, which caused 
Keitaro to grin sheepishly and laugh.

"Yeah, Kanako. You're right." he chuckled, vidid images of a group of 
angry girls chasing him around with burning torches and pitchforks 
flashing past his eyes. "Hey, doesn't Aunt Haruka run a tea-shop around 
here somewhere?" he asked.

"Yes, yes she does." Kanako agreed. "It wasn't too far from here. We can
probably find it, or at least find someone to give us directions. Perhaps
find that odd girl and apologise, I think you scared her when you just ran
off like that. What was it you did to her? I just stopped to buy a snack
and when I got back, you were all panicked and just ran off, leaving her
sitting there staring at your departure with a shocked expression and 
tears in her eyes. I nearly didn't catch up with you."

"It was nothing..." Keitaro mumbled, red with embarresment. "Dropped my
scetch book too..." he muttered.

"We'll get you a new one, brother dear." Kanako assured him, then dropped
her bag in granma's room, making sure that Keitaro left his as well before
she dragged him out of the building, heading down the murderous stairs
again, silently thanking herself for wearing flats. It was just pure luck
that she'd remembered about the stairs and decided that wearing heels
probably wouldn't have been a good idea on this particular day.

Finding Aunt Haruka's shop took a while, but after asking a group of
strange old men for directions, they soon found themselves walking through
the door into Haruka's.

"Aun-gmf!" Keitaro started to call out, only to find himself with one of
Kanako's hands blocking his mouth. "What?" he wondered.

"You know how she got after she turned twenty-five, she doesn't like being
called aunt. Remember to compliment her appearance, she's sensitive about
her age and worried about her looks." Kanako whispered and Keitaro nodded
to himself, remembering now.

"Thank you, Kanako." he thanked his little sister, then the two of them
strolled up to their Aunt who was busy at the stove, boiling up some water
and preparing a few snacks. "Hello, Haruka. Boy, you're looking great
today." Keitaro greeted her and she looked up from the kettle with a
surprised expression on her face.

"Hello, Haruka. Nice to see you again." Kanako greeted her aunt.

"Keitaro, Kanako!" Haruka exclaimed, a semi-pleased grin and a faint blush
adorning her face for a split second before she got herself back under
control. "I didn't think you'd be here so soon." she continued.

"Yeah, well. We managed to get onto an early train, so we got here an hour
earlier then expected." Keitaro replied with a faint shrug. "We went to 
the Inn first, but granma wasn't there." he added.

"Ah. Well, she's already left." Haruka replied.

"Left? Where?" Kanako exclaimed.

"But... But she sent me a letter, she wanted me to come today." Keitaro
added, now thoroughly confused. "Why would she ask me to come, then leave
before I even got here?"

"And what's with the Inn? The sign outsaid said that it was a girls dorm."
Kanako asked.

"Ah, you saw that." Haruka said neutrally, then blew out a mouthful of
smoke. "Actually, she decided that it was time for a vaccation, so she 
left to see hot springs all over the world. She also wanted someone to 
step in as manager while she was away and I couldn't, as I have my own 
place to run. Then when she found out that you were going to study nearby 
and your parents couldn't afford to put you up, she decided to kill two 
birds with one stone by having you become the resident manager of Hinata 
Sou."

"But... It's an all-girls dorm?!" Keitaro protested. "I can't... It would
be... Perhaps I could see..." Keitaro rambled on, getting a slightly 
dreamy look on his face. "Naked... Love-love... Girlfriend..." he added 
under his breath, a few drops of blood starting to creep out of his left 
nostril.

"Brother *dear*!" Kanako snapped, bringing his wandering mind back to the
present. "It's not a good idea, Haruka. You know how brother is around
girls."

"I see some things never change." Haruka agreed with a faint shadow of a
smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But there really isn't anyone
else who can do it, and well, he needs a place to stay." she argued.

"So do I." Kanako insisted, glaring determinedly at Haruka.

"Still keeping that promise, Keitaro?" Haruka wondered, chosing to focus 
on him rather then his sister, as Kanako, as always, made her feel 
slightly unnerved.

"Brother dear is a man of his word and I love him for it." Kanako replied
before Keitaro had a chance to do so.

"Yes. We'll always be together." he agreed, reaching out and ruffling his
sisters hair affectionately. "Besides, without her around to keep me out 
of trouble, who knows what might have happened to me by now." he joked, 
but knew very well the truth behind that simple statement. His little 
sister had saved the day on more then one occation, when his general 
clumsyness, absentmindedness or fumbling manner would have otherwise 
caused a major disaster.

"Well, perhaps you'd better go up to Hinata Sou and introduce yourselves 
to the girls. They left just a few minutes before you arrived, so they 
should be back by now. I've got to serve these customers and close down 
the shop, then I'll be up as well in case the girls have any questions." 
Haruka responded, then grabbed the kettle and got up, nodding her farewell 
before she strode off to tend to a couple of customers in the corner.

"Why would they have questions? Hasn't granma already explained everything
to them?" Keitaro wondered out loud.

"You know how she is, brother. Perhaps she wanted to surprise them?" 
Kanako offered as the two of them left the shop, heading back towards 
Hinata Sou.

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"Ah, the hot spring. I'd almost forgotten about this." Keitaro exclaimed 
as he saw the sign over the door. He and Kanako had split up and strode 
off in search of the girls, who didn't respond to their calls, if they 
were there at all. "Oh, a hot bath would be nice..." he mused as he opened 
the door and walked into the atrium in which the hot spring bath was 
loccated. He removed his shoes and walked over to the edge, rolling up the 
legs of his pants and sticking his feet into the water. "Ooooohhh, that's 
so nice..." he mumbled as he sat at the edge, sweeping his legs back and 
forth in the warm water.

"Neh, Kitsune?" a voice suddenly inquired and Keitaro stiffened. /Was that
a female voice? Yes, yes it was. Defenetively female./ he reasoned, then
swallowed as he saw a woman lazily moving through the water towards him.
"Kitsune, my breasts they've..." she said as she brushed up against his
legs, rubbing his chest against his naked legs. "Geez, Kitsune. How long
ago has it been since you shaved your legs?" she inquired and looked up at
him, her eyes suddenly squinting. /Oh, thank god. She's nearly as blind as
I am without my glasses!/ Keitaro reasoned and pulled away from her,
crawling backwards while praying silently. "Kitsune?"

He came up with his back against the door and slid it open, then tried to
back out only to collide with something.

"Hey, Naru! Way to go! You brought a guy home? I didn't know you had it in
you!" a cheerful voice praised from behind and above him, causing him to
tilt his head back and look up at some girl he'd never seen before smiling
down at him. "And a bold one as well, he's looking up my skirt." she 
added, which made him realize that just a little further up his field of 
vision he could indeed see up her skirt. /Thong!/

"Aaaaahhhh! Forgive me!" he blurted out and tilted his head back down
again, only to see the girl in the water stalking towards him with a
furious expression on her face and her right fist clenched menacingly. He
hastily scrambled up and took cover behind the second girl, putting her
between him and the angry one. "It was an accident, I didn't know anyone
was here. I was... It was... Forgive me!" he pleaded.

"Brother dear? What did you do now?" he heard Kanako shout in the 
distance, her sharp ears having picked up on his fervent attempt to 
apologise.

"Unforgiveable... Unforgiveable!" the angry one stated, stalking over
towards him and adjusting the towel wrapped around her body. Keitaro
scrambled backwards and tripped over something, falling to the floor as
several soft objects started raining down over him, his field of vision
suddenly blocked by something soft, lacy and strangely appealing. He
reached out and grabbed it off his head, holding it up in front of his 
face to observe it better, when he suddenly dropped it as if it had been
scaldingly hot.

"Hey, that's my panties!" the cheerful one suddenly exclaimed.

"You... You... Pervert!" the angry one shouted and Keitaro's survival
instincts kicked in, causing him to shoot off down the corridor at a speed
that a professional sprinter would envy.

"Waaaaaaaaaaa!" he shouted as he spurted down the corridor, up some 
stairs, down some stairs and doing his damndest to loose anyone that might 
be trying to catch up with him. "Gottahidegottahidegottahidegottahide!" he
chanted under his breath, took a corner and threw himself at a door,
rushing into the room only to abruptly stop, his eyes open wide and his 
jaw hanging low.

Motoko didn't react all that well to the situation either. Not only had 
her training camp been cancelled at the last minute, she'd also been 
distracted and splashed by a passing bicycle on the way back to the Hinata 
Sou. Deciding to wash the dirty clothes straight away, she'd just stripped 
down to her underwear when somebody suddenly entered the room. Thinking it 
was Kitsune or Naru with their dirty laundry, she didn't think much of it 
until she looked up and saw the most odd thing.

Instead of Naru or Kitsune, what stood before her was a man. At least she
thought it was a man. His eyes were bulding out, his mouth was open wide,
blood was trickling out of his nostrils and he was covered in various
flimsy bits of underwear which Motoko instantly identified as Kitsune's.
Nobody else in the house would wear such shameless things. Then a single
line of thought suddenly boomed in Motoko's head. /MAN! It's a man! Man!
I'm in my underwear! It's a *MAN*!/

"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!" she wailed, which
propelled the strange perverted man into action. Leaving underwear
fluttering in his wake, he left the room running for his life as Motoko
threw her dirty clothes back on, grabbed her bokken and took off in
pursuit.

"I have the worst luck!" Keitaro announced to the world as he rushed
through the building.

"Brother!" he heard Kanako shout from somewhere in the building. "Get out!
I'll try to calm things down!" she ordered him and he changed directions,
throwing himself out of an open window, landing and throwing himself into 
a roll from which he emerged running. While he still had quite a bit to go
until he was as good a Martial Artist as his sister, he had learned a lot
from her over the years. If it was one thing he could be called a master
of, it was falling. Not only because it was the first thing she taught 
him, but mainly because he'd gotten a lot of practise over the years.

As he rushed towards and down the stairs, he slowed down as he saw Aunt
Haruka comming up them, relaxing somewhat.

"Keitaro, Keitaro, Keitaro..." she sighed and rolled her eyes. "I should
have made the two of you wait at the shop for me to close up." she added,
plucking a few panties off him. "I don't even want to know what happened 
or why you are covered in Kitsune's underwear, but please do try to be a
little more cautious from now on, eh? I wouldn't want my favorite nephew 
to wind up in a cementery after all." she added and slung an arm over his
shoulders as she guided him back towards Hinata Sou.

As they returned, they found the group and another girl who Keitaro hadn't
bumped into before gathered in the living room, where Kanako had problems
making herself heard as three girls shouted complaints and ranted, while
the new girl tried to find out what was going on, all at the same time as
Kanako tried to explain that Keitaro wasn't a pervert, panty-raider,
good-to-eat or anything else of the many uncomplimentary and just plain 
odd things they accused him of being.

+KaBlooooom+

The sound of a gun-shot calmed everyone down and all eyes swiveled towards
Keitaro, who stood next to Haruka who held a smoking pistol in her right
hand, just having fired a shot out through an open window.

"That's better." she announced. "Everyone, this is your new manager
Urashima Keitaro and his little sister Kanako. Granma Hina's
grandchildren, my sisters kids." she introduced them. "Keitaro, Kanako.
These are the residents of Hinata Sou."

"That pervert is the new manager?!" the angry one protested with a shrill
yell, still only wearing a towel wrapped around her body.

"It's a man!" the one with the sword stated needlessly, her sword aimed at
his groin.

"Man? Is man good-to-eat?" the one he hadn't seen before wondered, licking
her lips and whipping out a knife and a fork from somewhere on her person.

"My panties!" the happy-go-lucky one blurted out and rushed forward,
claiming the panties that Haruka had made Keitaro carry after she'd pulled
them off his clothes. Keitaro handed them over with a certain amount of
embarressment, his face blushing furiously as the girl reclaimed her
possessions.

"It's a man!" the one with the sword repeated.

"But Haruka, this is an all-girls dorm." the angry one in the towel
protested. "We can't have a man as the manager." she argued.

"It is what Hina wanted." was all Haruka said. "I can't do anything about
it."

"It's a man!" was repeated once again as Keitaro sighed, wondering if he'd
somehow manage to survive the comming week or if his life would be over
before sunset.

The End! ( For now... )



--<< Sent By >>--
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
ICQ:21771860
http://hawksgalaxy.com
hawk@telia.com

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