I don't own Love Hina. Love Hina belongs to Ken Akamatsu. The story though is a figment of my weird imagination. For all grammar and spelling mistakes, I apologize in advance.
Foolish Heart
Seven
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Motoko heard the hiss of the arrow too late.
The darkening skies made it difficult to see where the projectile came from but her main concern was who the intended target was. She quickly followed the hissing noise and found that it was pointed towards the girls collected just behind Keitaro.
Then she froze.
She saw Keitaro standing just in front of Kanako.
And Keitaro suddenly slumped down on top of her.
"KEITARO!" Kanako screamed.
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What the-? How did he-? The figure's confusion was suddenly interrupted when a sudden gush of wind blew around her. She looked up and found a looming shadow. And she thought, nice black lingerie but isn't that a little too risqué?
The figure dodged Naru's (literally) burning fist that went straight to the ground, splattering shards of stone and dirt all around them.
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Naru for the second time that day missed her mark. This infuriated her even more. The simple fact that she has been shooting blanks with her fist was something she could not comprehend. She has always - I mean always - hit her mark no matter what position she chose.
And she was wearing her power panties too.
I guess I have to buy a new pair. Maybe I should try the one that Kitsune has been daring me to wear, Naru thought as she turned her attention to her prey who managed to dodge her famous 'maiden's flying fist attack' not to mention pretty panty show-off technique!
Quick author's note:
This ultimate attack paralyzes her prey (usually males) due to sudden mind corruption (again… usually males) that always leave her victims in a heap of disintegrated bones besides the fact that most of them are smiling stupidly and nose bleeding at the same time (and again… these are male victims) – this attack was Keitaro-patented – all rights reserved® (KEITARO YOU LUCKY BASTARD!)
Another note:
If only women learn this type of attack we'll all be tame but happier men.
"Who are you?" Naru snarled at the figure who was now surrounded by Motoko and Kitsune.
The figure knowing her fate decided to humor the situation. She faced her would be captors then slowly removed her cloak.
There was a gasp.
"A foreigner!" Kitsune whispered as she marveled the golden hair flowing in front of her, and very nice racks too!
What in the world is a foreigner doing here? Motoko thought as she gripped her sword tightly.
"My name is Alita Telenokovic. I'm with the-,"
"-you're with the KGB," Kanako finished.
Alita turned towards Kanako's tear-stained face.
"You know this floozy Kanako?" Naru asked, not taking her eyes off Alita.
Kanako ignored Naru. It was clear to everyone that she was barely holding herself from tearing Alita's head right in front of them. There was an ugly scowl on Kanako's face, an undeniable murderous intent.
"There was no need to kill him…" Kanako's eyes began to tear again, "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO KILL HIM!"
Alita shivered uncontrollably, I can see now. She does have her family's ferocity, "There is no need for that Kana-chan. I only drugged him. That arrow was rubber tipped with a sleeping drug. That arrow was meant for you. I was instructed to take you home with me…"
Shinobu was tending to Keitaro when she commented in disbelief, "Take Kana-chan home? You need to shoot her with an arrow tipped with a sleeping drug… so you can take her home?" She shook her head, "What kind of family would allow such thing?"
Motoko nodded, "If this is the way the family brings one of their kin back then I would not mind NOT returning at all,"
Alita turned to Motoko, "You do not understand. Kana-chan refused to return to her family. We have tried so many times…" then she turned to Kanako again, "There is no need to worry about your boyfriend… he would be awake in the next six hours, that drug is strong but not lethal and-,"
"Man! It feels like I got hit by a pellet gun point blank!"
Keitaro stood groggily.
He looked around to find all the girls staring at him with surprised expressions. But mostly all he could read was utter astonishment. Especially with the woman he had not seen before. The stranger's eyes were so huge it was the biggest he had seen, ignoring her similarly gaping mouth.
Fearing that he might have done something wrong again he quickly said the first thing that came to his mind to save himself from foreseeable pain, "I SWEAR I WASN'T LOOKING AT HER HUMUNGOUS BOOBS! Er… not that it's anything bigger than Kitsune's… or Motoko's… for that matter… but definitely smaller than Naru's," then Keitaro went into a professional stance, left hand on right elbow, right hand under chin, eyes closed, as if reviewing a critical murder case, "But it's definitely not perkier than Kana-chan's. Definitely!" A sincere and reverend nod, then he added, "Heck her breasts look saggy if you ask me,"
The girl's expressions turned deadly angry.
Keitaro looked up, felt something weird in the air, "Huh?"
Then he gulped.
I'm sooooo dead.
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Alita was feeling very uncomfortable.
She found herself bound with her arms tied behind her. But she could not find the reason why the girls needed to bind her chest as well. And the weird thing was they bound her chest so many times it became so tight thus the uncomfortable restrictive feeling.
But all that was nothing compared to the confusion that was running on her mind. During the whole time she was fuming over the only man of the house's comment about a certain part of her body she failed to notice Motoko moving in behind her. She was easily subdued. And during the whole ordeal of her capture she was not really paying attention to anything at all.
Because in her mind there was one burning question that distracted her – my breasts were saggy?
Alita turned to her current guard Kitsune who was watching the television and asked, "My breasts aren't that saggy aren't they?"
"Hmmm?" Kitsune turned towards her supposedly prisoner who was sitting just next to her on the other end of the couch.
Alita's eyes were pleading, "They're not saggy… aren't they?"
Kitsune frowned, "I dunno," she scratched the underside of her left breast absentmindedly, "But I can tell they're nice pair though. Really big… what's that? At least a double E?"
Alita reddened.
Kitsune turned towards the television again, "Yep… you can make any man happy with those,"
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Keitaro sighed.
For the mean time the chaos that has plagued him and Kanako since her arrival has somewhat mellowed. The tenants' main concern for the moment was what to do with their captive. There was a silent agreement that everything will be settled once they figured out their next move.
"Alita's presence confirmed our story," Kanako whispered as she gently rubbed Keitaro's back, uncannily responding to his train of thoughts.
Keitaro nodded in response. He glanced to the left and was greeted by a fuming Naru who was currently staring at him with all the contempt one could imagine.
Naru harrumphed in disapproval then stormed off.
Keitaro sighed again.
"She's just sore because she couldn't find anything to bite you with," Kanako laughed, then she pondered childishly, "Or maybe she couldn't bring herself to just bite you…"
Keitaro shivered.
The thought of a very horny Naru out to bite him was very unsettling.
If Naru could punch a guy to death… just imagine what she could do with her mouth when she's sexually excited.
The horror!!!
I wouldn't mind, said the equally perverted author of this story, ehem… shutting up now.
"Uhm… Kana-chan, what exactly is Alita to your grandfather?" Shinobu asked.
The fact that Shinobu suddenly materialized beside Keitaro did not bother them. They kind of got used to it now. She somewhat began the habit of suddenly appearing beside Keitaro with her hand just innocently lying on top of Keitaro's crotch. Whether she does this by purpose or not nobody could tell. And to tell you honestly Keitaro just got used to it. As long as she doesn't get aggressive with it… then we'll have a bunch of trouble… I mean come on… you get a cute little girl to just place her hand on your crotch, what man in his right mind would not get arous-
Ehem… shutting up now.
"Alita is one of my grandfather's henchwomen,"
The eerie way Kanako responded to Shinobu's inquiry was unnerving for everyone present in that room.
Motoko made her presence known by asking, "What exactly does your grandfather do Kanako?"
There was a long silence.
Then a sigh.
Kanako looked up from Keitaro's back and replied, "My grandfather is head of the government intelligence agency based in Amsterdam. He specializes in strategic offense. He has connections all over the world and has control over media and politics,"
"You mean the CIA!" Naru for some reason stalked back in to the group.
"No silly, CIA is in America, Kanako means the MI-6," Su added, her cheeks glowing with interest, not to mention her legs wrapped around Keitaro's shoulder, facing the other way.
Hang on… let us just imagine how Su was sitting atop Keitaro for the moment here. So she would be hanging on Keitaro's shoulder but she was facing front, which means Keitaro's face was smacked on between Su's legs! Which means he's literally kissing Su's pus-
Suddenly there was a faint murmur somewhere.
Su shivered a little then giggled. She whispered with her cheeks turning maroon, "So ticklish,"
Kanako stood with her fist raised, "Su… could you please get off Keitaro now,"
"Huh?" Su looked up, wondering at the same time why all the girls were staring at her now, why was Motoko nose-bleeding again and mostly… why does she feel so wet between her legs?
"What are you talking about Kanako?" Su asked like an injured child pulling Keitaro's head back and forth like riding a pony.
What the? Hang on, hang on… let us now imagine what Su did to Keitaro just then. So if Keitaro's face was smacked between her legs then she humped back and forth like riding a pony… then that means… KEITARO YOU PEDOPHILE!
After a while like that everyone in the room could see Su getting redder and redder while Keitaro's neck was turning blue. Eventually Kanako literally lifted Su off Keitaro by her waist.
Keitaro gasped for air as soon as he was released.
He choked and knelt on the floor, wheezing all the while.
He felt dizzy and disoriented.
Then he said, "MAN! I thought I was gonna die there!"
Kanako was quickly at his side, "Are you okay Kei-kun?"
Keitaro nodded in response, "Yeah, thanks Kana-chan," He shook his head and said offhandedly, "Geez… Su is way muskier than Shinobu,"
Everyone turned into human question marks… except for Motoko.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Motoko screamed, "WHAT IN THE WORLD A GIRL LIKE ME SHOULD DO TO GET A GUY'S HEAD BETWEEN MY LEGS!"
Everybody else stepped back from utter shock… and confusion.
Then Motoko turned her deadly stare at Keitaro.
Keitaro for some reason found himself crawling backwards.
There was a long weird pause
Then Motoko gave him a creepy insane smile, "MWAHAHAHA! I'M GONNA GET YA!" She started untying her hakama.
"Motoko lost it!" Naru said as she jumped on Motoko to stop her from stripping her clothes off.
"Quick! Just pile on top of her!"
"EEEEW! She's drooling!"
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Haruka was preparing for bed when she heard noisy engines just in front of her restaurant.
Annoyed by the commotion, she stepped out on her night lingerie only to find herself surrounded by armed policemen and news reporters.
"What in the world is this?" Haruka scratched her head ignoring the fact that her nipple was sticking out.
Not that she cared much because the people around her did not give her an iota of an attention.
"Circus back in town?"
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Motoko was still screaming her head off, something about letting Keitaro dip his tongue on a well of pleasure or something, while the girls around her were doing their best to pin her down and keep her from stripping her clothes off and lunging at Keitaro, when they heard the strong engines of a helicopter hovering just above the apartment.
The noise was enough to stop even Motoko and wonder what was going on outside.
Then strong search lights beamed inside the apartment. It was as if the sun suddenly blared with fury from the ground against the cold black night.
That was when Kitsune entered the room and shouted, "WE'RE ON TELEVISION!"
"What?"
All the tenants raced towards the living room, ignoring a tied up prisoner on the corner. And it was true. On the television they could see the video footage of the Hinata Apartment surrounded by police officers.
"What's the reporter saying?"
"What are they doing here? It's something about not knowing the demands or something,"
"Should we go outside?"
"It's my grandfather," Kanako said.
There was silence amidst the noise from outside.
Then Kanako stood, picked up their prisoner by the scarf of her neck and dragged her outside.
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Keitaro followed the girls outside and was greeted by strong search lights pointing directly at them.
He could see that there were armed men just sitting at the foot of the hill stone stairs. Behind them though were countless cameras along with their video cameras and equipments. It was a scene usually connected to paparazzi hoarding a helpless celebrity or reporters hassling a convict.
Either way he could feel high tension in the air.
And through the crowd just below them, he made out an image of an old man leaning on a cane. He was dressed with what seemed to be high quality American suit. His dark eyes were behind thin rimmed reading glasses. His face was expressionless. But his eyes were clear and savage.
Keitaro shivered, Kanako's grandfather?
"LEAVE US ALONE!" Kanako shouted towards the collected crowd below.
Keitaro turned towards Kanako and for the first time in his life he was truly afraid.
He could see that Kanako has Alita on a headlock. Her arms and hands twisted around Alita's neck as if she intended to break her neck.
Alita's face was also a mask of pure fear. Her brows were raised and her mouth displayed pain. Her hands, no, her whole body was not struggling. She was actually shaking. There were tears flowing silently from her eyes.
The girls around Kanako were also very apprehensive. Shinobu has her face behind her palms wanting to get her eyes away from what was unfolding before her. Su was hidden just behind Motoko's legs while Motoko was confused as she could not find a vantage point to stop Kanako.
Naru and Kitsune were cuddled on the side fearing what was about to happen.
Keitaro knew.
Keitaro knew that Kanako would murder Alita right in front of her grandfather… and the media.
Is this the ultimate act of defiance? Why would you do such thing Kanako? Are you this angry to hurt your grandfather this way? Keitaro thoughts were on high gear, the old man is forcing Kanako to give up by using the media. This way whatever Kanako do it will be seen worldwide. Either way… Kanako would lose.
He glanced down.
There was no reaction from the old man.
Not even a twitch of an eye.
"LEAVE US ALONE OR I WILL KILL HER!" Kanako shouted, her voice clear and unwavering, "I SWEAR I WILL,"
Kana-chan… NO! Keitaro thought as he watched Kanako start to savagely turn her hand while Alita screamed in pain.
Without another thought Keitaro quickly grabbed Motoko's sword handle.
Then he pulled it out…
…and pointed it at Kanako.
Kanako paused, surprised with the sword suddenly pointed at her neck.
She was even more perplexed when she realized who was holding the sword.
"Kei… kun?"
Keitaro was equally surprised to find his hand steady.
He made up his mind.
Then he turned to the video cameras below.
He shouted, "EVERYONE! I GUESS YOU FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH ME! THESE GIRLS ARE MY HOSTAGES! DO NOT COME ANY CLOSER OR I WILL BE FORCED TO KILL THEM!"
And the whole world went – "What?"
Mwahahahahahaha! An update after a long long long slumber. I apologize for the delay. I was very busy and I still am. I just managed to upload this online. I hope you enjoyed this same way you enjoyed the other chapters. This story is about to close very soon. So hang on a bit okay?
I dedicate this chapter to all those who waited. Heck... this is the longest chapter in this fanfic so I hope it's worth your wait. I was probably on crack when I wrote this. Or probably I haven't had sleep back then. Anyway… let me know what you think about it! Should I continue or what?
Just remember… perversion is in the mind. Only in your mind! And no Pony was actually used on this fiction. Only Keitaro... HA!
Cheers!
nivremous