Leaf Hina Chapter 2, a love hina fanfic

Title: Leaf Hina

Author: DhampyrX2

Genre: Drama/humor X-over

Rating: PG-13 to R at some point, well some chapters might go lemon

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.

Summary: Well, here's the start of that Love Hina and Naruto cross I've been thinking about. Reviews are most welcome.

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Sarutobi Konohamaru was sitting on his balcony enjoying the view it afforded him, namely several training grounds the genin used with their jounin senseis. It always filled the aged Shichidaime Hokage of Konoha with a sense of pride and satisfaction to see the younger generations work on their skills as they continued to grow and thrive. He felt that nurturing that youth was a part of his legacy, and a proper tribute to both his grandfather the Sandaime, and his oyabun/oniisan Naruto, who should have been his predecessor in the role of Rokudaime had things worked out properly.

Of course, Konohamaru accepted the fact that had Naruto not resigned his commission as a shinobi and went into exile using Jiraiya's dimensional traveling jutsu to prevent a civil war at the hands of the traitorous ROOTS Anbu faction, then Konohamaru himself might well have never been Shichidaime. Somehow the clan elder of the Sarutobi clan knew he would have been too old to take the position since Naruto-niisan had only passed on just over a decade ago and they would have only pried the hat and robes of the Hokage from his cold dead hands.

Heck, even then it might have been a fight. I'd take Niisan's corpse over some modern chuunin in a fight, and that's without Orochimaru-teme's creepy resurrection jutsu, the retired Hokage thought with a smirk.

With that happy yet morbid thought on his mind, the old man stood to head in and check in on his second favorite pastime, namely using the viewing globe he used to speak with Naruto's descendants and keep up with his old friend's life to well... check the security of the women's side of the public baths. Yes, that's it. Just checking security. At least that's what he told Uchiha Sakura, his private doctor, when she caught him at it. Likewise for his daughter, his grandson, Ebisu-sensei before he had passed on, his dear Moegi-chan kami rest her soul, and even the current Hokage when they discovered his favorite pastime (Well, Ok. His favorite pastime that didn't involve his vintage collection of the Icha Icha series of novels, including the ultra-rare and valuable Icha Icha Mol-Mol, and the even more popular Icha Icha Kyoto: Secrets of the Wanton Samurai Devil-Hunters.)

In his defense though, the current Hokage, thirty-one year old Hatake Keiko, just smacked herself on the head and wondered aloud why she hadn't thought of that for the men's half.

Regardless Konohamaru was unable to umm do his research to further perfect the fearsome Sexy no Jutsu as he was interrupted by a familiar pop as a summoned animal appeared in front of him.

"Well well, Kana-chan, it's been a while since I've seen you. What have we here?" Konohamaru asked at the sight of the young nibi kitsune.

"A message from Keitaro-sama, Konohamaru-jiji. And a special one from Kasumi-okaachan," the kit proudly declared as she gave the old monkey summoner her written missive from Keitaro.

"Really?" Konohamaru asked as he took the note from the kanrinrin of Hinata-sou and read it. "Keitaro actually is willing to come for a visit?" Konohamaru asked with a tinge of excitement after he had finished the letter. He knew there was more the story. First off Keitaro's message seemed a bit vague, and second he had yet to hear Kasumi-sama's message.

"Hai, Old Man," the kitsune replied with what those that were familiar with the fox clan considered 'Naruto respect'. In other words if you rated a teasing nickname you were someone they respected a great deal in the grand scheme of things. With that said the kit recounted what her mother had informed her to relay, with special note to paint Naru and Motoko in as bad a light as possible while suggesting that it might not be a bad idea to try to get Keitaro to move back on a more permanent basis after he's had a couple of months to adjust and unwind in a place he won't have to deny who and what he is.

The retired Hokage looked contemplative as he listened to the tale. He knew things were most likely skewed a bit, after all his god-daughter Hina had told him about all the girls that she had taken into the family Inn and while they were a bit high strung he had trouble seeing any of them as the monsters Kasumi had told Kana to describe. There was some truth to the whole thing, to be certain, and Konohamaru knew a woman scorned is a dangerous thing in a place as... repressed as this Japan his Naruto-niisan had settled in. Still this needed more investigation before he decided on anything about the girls.

The more important fact was that Naruto-oyabun's great-grandson was finally coming home. Whether to visit or to stay remained to be seen. Particularly when some of the clans heard about the prodigal descendant of two legends of the Kazama clan, the Yondaime Hokage Kazama Arashi, and his son Uzumaki (later Urashima to integrate better into Japan and break from his past) Naruto.

The fact that Keitaro was technically a Hyuuga and thus nobility twice over in the eyes of Konoha wouldn't hurt either.

And speaking of the Hyuuga, Konohamaru had his weekly lunch meeting with clan elder Hyuuga Hanabi, and the Uchiha/Haruno clan elder Uchiha Sakura to get to.

"This is good news indeed, Kana. Tell Keitaro that he is more than welcome here, as I have always said, and that I will ask Haruka and Hina to give him a few months to himself if they should inquire about his whereabouts. You have my word, and I won't break it. That is my Nindo," Konohamaru swore with a wink. That simple phrase meant more to the Urashima clan the the most solemn of blood oaths and the most flowery of prose put together.

"Arigatou, Monkey-jiji!" Kana chirped with a giggle.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have very fortuitous news to relay to Sakura-baba and Hanabi-chan both when I meet them for lunch. We have a welcome home party to prepare, it would seem," the old man added with a grin.

The little fox just smiled as she nodded in understanding before she popped out of the room in a small cloud of smoke.

Konohamaru couldn't help but chuckle as he got his cane and started to head for the door to meet the only other two people alive in Konohagakure who ever met Naruto personally to tell them the good news. "Hmmm. this will prove most interesting indeed," the old man muttered as he left his home.

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As Konohamaru was making his way toward his lunch date with two fellow clan elders of Konoha, the whole of the residents of the Hinata Sou, plus Tsuruko and Haruka but minus one three time ronin and dorm manager, were having a house meeting.

It all started when Naru finally remembered how Keitaro had replaced himself and Tsuruko with a bag of clothes and had come out of her in room hissy fit to ask Motoko how her sister had pulled that one off, as it seemed to mock the very laws of physics and her inner nerd couldn't let it go. When Motoko admitted it was not anything her aneue had ever done before and began to think things through she went and asked Tsuruko. Tsuruko in turn admitted to having nothing to do with the feat and just assumed it was one of Keitaro's skills as he had always carried himself like a somewhat rusty but still competent warrior in her eyes. After all, Motoko had admitted that they had been sparring since the battle in Kyoko to restore her place in the Shinmeiryu.

This speculation caught the attention of Su, Shinobu, and Sarah who all were equally bewildered and excited over the newest wrinkle about their favorite playmate/crush/target respectively. Well Su seemed to have a moment of comprehension the others lacked, but suggested they should just ask Haruka and Kanako, something that made both Naru and Motoko growl menacingly. Neither woman was pleased with the younger Urashima's designs on her oniichan.

"Okay, Haruka, we have to know. What the hell did the stupid baka do now?" Naru asked in exasperation. Much of her ire had been replaced with irritation as she had time to ponder what had taken place. It her mind it was still all Keitaro's fault for getting sloshed like he had, but he no longer deserved a slow and painful death at her hands. Her previous reprimand was punishment enough.

Although she would go on record claiming that she meant what she had told Kitsune about the other being able to have the baka as she didn't care, and she certainly wasn't trying to backpedal after the chill she felt in response to her sake loving friend's ominous retort to her earlier claim.

Haruka took a long drag of her cigarette as she regarded the angry young woman in front of her. Naru really needed to learn to calm down, in her opinion. If she kept this attitude up then one day Keitaro wouldn't come back and she'd be left all alone. Odd, why do I feel a chill at the thought of Keitaro-kun not coming back? And why do I feel like the baka Kyuubi is laughing his bastard tails off right now? she asked herself mentally as she prepared her response.

Her need to answer was made moot when Kanako cut in with an imperious, "Oniichan saved himself and Tsuruko-san from Motoko, Narusegawa-san. He used one of the most basic of our family ryu's advanced techniques."

The girls in the room, minus Haruka, all looked at Kanako in confusion before Mitsune finally commented, "I thought Keitaro didn't practice ya'lls family school?"

From here Haruka cut back in with a sardonic, "Any more, Kitsune. The brat doesn't practice any more. He's been banned from using it by my sister-in-law since he was eleven. He actually broke a pretty major family taboo doing what he did. But I suppose it was instinct. My grandparents, his great-grandparents, trained him as much as they could before they died when he was little. Naruto-jiji in particular was trying to cram as much as he could into one last generation before he passed when Keitaro was ten."

It was Shinobu that asked the next question on their minds, "If you grandfather wanted him to learn so badly, then why was Sempai banned from practicing a year later?"

"Long story," was Haruka's response.

"Oniichan saved my mother and I from some robbers, but how he did it freaked okaasan out. She totally overreacted and forbid him from using any of his advanced jutsus. It was ridiculous," Kanako huffed in an attempt to elaborate.

"So that's why the dork never used it before to get away from Naru an' Motoko when they came to knock him into next week." Sarah stated with a look of realization.

"Well, that's interesting," Tsuruko cut in, "but just what did manager-san do to help us escape? I was right there with him and even I was a bit confused. I felt some ki and something like the reiki our monks employ, but at the same time it was unlike anything I had felt before."

"It was a Kawarimi no Jutsu. It's one of the three basic techniques Naruto-jiji had to learn as a kid before he was allowed to learn anything really advanced. Every blood Urashima of our line, and a few talented enough students outside our line like Kanako-chan, learn them too. Keitaro could do it by the time he was six. As for what he used, you're right and wrong, Tsuruko-san. It wasn't ki or reiki, it was both in perfect harmony. That's what we refer to as chakra. It's the main basis of our family school," Haruka responded.

"Chakra?" Tsuruko and Motoko asked in shock as they remembered certain facts from their family history and Su just nodded to herself as if confirming what she had suspected.

"Yep. Now if you'll excuse me, I've spilled as many family secrets as I intend to today and I have a tea shop to run. I'd appreciate it if you call me when Keitaro gets back, and I highly suggest everyone involved in this stunt apologizes for their parts in it. Kami-sama only knows what's going through his head right now," Haruka replied with a small nod as she made her exit.

Kanako followed a step behind but paused to look over her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry our joke upset you Motoko. I know that must have shocked to see Tsuruko with oniichan like that out of the blue like that." Her tone made it clear that she was only apologizing to Motoko, and she thought Naru could take a very long walk off of a very short pier in the dark-clad girl's opinion. She waited for no further response as she followed her adopted aunt out of the room.

"Why that creepy little..." Naru growled at the obvious snub from Kanako.

Kitsune just sighed as she said, "Let it go for now, Naru. We all got other stuff ta worry about. For now, let's just wait for Kei-chan ta get back."

"Auuu. I think I'll prepare some of Sempai's favorites for lunch. I'm sure he'll be hungry," Shinobu fretted as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Heyas Shinobu! You think I could have some bananas while you work?" Su asked perkily as she bounced after the young chef.

"And some candy," the young American Sarah inquired as she followed after her friends.

"I think we should wait for Sempai to get back and eat with us before you start snacking," Shinobu replied before she was out of earshot of the common room.

Little did any of them know Keitaro would not be back any time soon and for once Shinobu's efforts to comfort him with food would be in vain.

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As Kanako and Haruka said much yet explained little, three ancient shinobi elders a dimension away were sitting at a private table in their favorite cafe' as they discussed various important matter to the village.

"You try to order ramen one more time just to be like the dobe and I swear I'll burn every one of your precious Icha Icha novels, Konohamaru. It's not real food and you don't have the Kyuubi to counteract the damage all that sodium will do to your heart the way Naruto did," a pink haired woman in black and red snapped with a scowl as she smacked the aged Shichidaime. on the top of his head. At first glance it would appear to be elder abuse, as the apparently thirty-five or forty year old Uchiha Sakura struck Konohamaru who was clearly just over a century in age.

In reality, she was more that five years older than the former Hokage, and seven years older than the third at their table, Hyuuga Hanabi, who currently resembled a blind, shriveled up troll with her signature pupilless lavender eyes of the Hyuuga clan. Like her master before her Sakura has a healthy sense of vanity and used a jujutsu's to hide the appearance of her true age. (It should be noted that it was rumored she released the jujutsu's once ten years ago against a would be assassin from the hidden Mist village and the poor shinobi died of fright right then and there. But more than likely one of the other two at her table started that rumor so most took it with a proverbial grain of salt.)

"Bah, cranky old woman. How could you deny an old man like me his last few simple pleasures?" Konohamaru groaned playfully with a fake whimper.

"Grrr. I'll show you an old woman you little pervert. I'm still your doctor and I think you might just be due for a prostate exam," Sakura threatened with an evil glint in her eye as she held up her fist as if she intended to ram it somewhere very uncomfortable for the sake of said exam.

"Uchiha-san, Sarutobi-sama, please. For once can't we act like civilized adults? There are matters we could discuss other than Sakura-san's obvious fascination with a deviant sexual desire to ram her fist into Shichidaime.-sama's anus," Hanabi cut in with a smirk as the other two looked at her with wide-eyed shock. Despite her prim and proper attitude it was truly shocking what the aged clan elder of the Hyuuga could say when in the presence of her two oldest friends like this.

"Hanabi-chan!" Sakura exclaimed in scandalized shock as Konohamaru chuckled.

"Nice one, Hanabi-chan. And Sakura-hime I always knew you were into the rough stuff. That explains how you always treated your husband and Naruto-oyabun," Konohamaru replied.

Hanabi ignored Sakura's indignant squawk as she turned to Konohamaru alone and scowled as she said, "Speaking of my dearly departed brother-in-law we need to discuss your grandson and his failure to stop academy students defacing Yondaime's face on the monument again to make it look like Naruto-san's. This is more your responsibility than anyone's Konohamaru."

"Oh and how is it my fault?" the old man asked with poorly feigned innocence.

"You're the one who spread the legend of the title of 'Prank Master of the Academy' and sought to claim Naruto's 'title' as such in your last year there. In fact you mentioned that defacing the Hokage monument was the ultimate feather in the cap for any prankster to achieve. From the time of your daughter's days at the Academy when his popularity began to rise we've had at least fifteen baka students trying to follow in Naruto-kun's footsteps at the feet of your encouragement. Whisker marks on Yondaime are practically cliche now it's so bad. Every year at the Kazama memorial festival (formerly the Kyuubi festival, but it now told the whole story and honored Naruto as well) we have to deal with at least three attempts," Sakura recounted with a poorly hidden grin. This particular argument always lifted her spirits as she remembered her friend.

Instead of doing as he usually did and trying to protest his innocence, Konohamaru instead smiled and sat back as he said, "Speaking of Naruto-oyabun I received a couple of missives from Kana-chan today."

This caught the attention of the Uchiha/Haruno and Hyuuga clan elders as they watched Konohamaru more carefully. He looked awfully satisfied with himself. Something was up.

"And?" Hanabi finally asked. Getting a message from a fox wasn't unheard of for any of them. They all kept tabs on their 'family', even if only Hanabi was really related to them, in the dimension her sister and brother-in-law emigrated to after that debacle with Danzou. Oh how I wish I could have been the one to execute that baka instead of Sasuke-sama for what he did to Naruto-sama. Any idiot could guess that an exile with no chance of return would be enough to spur even my shy oneechan into confessing her feelings and following the baka. I lost one of my most precious people for the rest of her life because of that bastard. Grrr, she thought to herself as he said that. Although, she had to admit it was odd for Konohamaru to get messages that was as he had hid viewing globe rig to use like a video-phone to speak with Naruto's family.

"Well it seems Keitaro-kun is coming for a visit," Konohamaru added with a wide grin.

"NANI!" both women exclaimed in shock. followed by a "What brought this on? from Sakura.

"Well it seems the boy got into a bit of trouble at home and needs to get his head straight. Kasumi-sama recommended coming here to sort things out and he agreed. He should be here within a day after she walks him though the dimensional travel jutsu," Konohamaru explained.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" Hanabi asked with obvious concern for her great-great nephew.

If anything Konohamaru looked even more proud and smug than he had before as he responded, "Apparently he got sloshed and woke up in bed with the sword girl's older sister, the fox-girl, and Kanako-chan. Needless to say those stuck up locals freaked over it. The boy just needs some perspective. A couple of moths here will do him some good."

"Kanako-chan too?" Sakura asked in shock. Really that was the only shocking thing about the incident to her. Kanako might be an Uchiha by blood from when Sasuke and sent his and Ino's son to watch over Naruto years ago, but the Urashimas had raised her as their daughter after her parents were killed in a plane crash.

Other than that, though, between the stresses of missions, courtesan training for unwed kunoichi over the age of eighteen, and Sasuke-kun's frequent dalliances to help rebuild his clan over the years she was rather desensitized to the idea of a foursome. The only surprising thing was it came from someone related to Naruto and Hinata. They were the two most faithful people Sakura ever knew.

"Hmph. Obviously your husband's great granddaughter has corrupted the poor boy," Hanabi decided with a smirk.

"Oh Kanako-chan got that and her fangril obsession from Ino. Sasuke-kun was a more one at the time kind of lover," Sakura assured the younger old hag with a pick tint to her cheeks.

"Humph. Well I suppose I will make arrangements to take care of the lad once he gets here," Hanabi all but commanded. "He is a Hyuuga by blood, after all."

Neither Sakura nor Konohamaru were fooled for a minute. It was no secret that many families were chomping at the bit to get the Kazama bloodline into their family should any of the heirs visit. The Hyuuga were at the top of that list.

"I've already arranged for an apartment for him near where Naruto-oyabun used to live, Hanabi-chan. Everyone will get a fair shot. After he's had a couple of moths to relax and get used to Konoha. Remember how repressed they are where Keitaro is from. He still has to work through his own guilt over the matter even if it was no big deal," Konohamaru warned.

At that Hanabi just huffed in indignation.

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And a world away Keitaro sneezed and felt a great sense of foreboding that made him loose his concentration while Kasumi-oneechan walked him through the Yochi Tabibito no Jutsu.

"Well, oneechan, what do you think?" Keitaro asked, his brow covered with sweat as he sat down on a grassy knoll. They had been practicing the Yochi Tabibito no Jutsu seals for hours in preparation for Keitaro's journey, as well going over how to mold the actual chakra it would take to make the trip.

Fortunately for Keitaro it was just a review. Naruto had made certain each member of his family knew the dimensional travel jutsu to use as a last resort escape even if he had refused to use it top return to Konoha himself. It had started with Jiraiya, who had taught Granny Hina, who in turn taught Keitaro's father, Haruka, Keitaro, and Kanako each the technique. All of them performed it once to prove they had mastered it as a right of passage.

"Well..." Kasumi hedged unable to bring herself to speak ill of Keitaro's efforts without going into a rant about his mother the kit would not appreciate.

The kanrinrin of the Hinata-sou sighed despondently as he nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I guess I am really rusty. I was lucky to use the Kawarimi like I did because I didn't have time to think about it, and summoning is almost a no-brainer with the blood pact. I guess I'm just about useless now. I suppose we'll have to think of something else," he said with a defeated attitude.

That attitude, more than anything else, infuriated the rokubi kitsune before him. "STOP IT!" she shouted with a barely contained snarl. "You are not useless and you are NOT the type to give up. You got into Todai on your guts and your will to succeed in life, just like Naruto-kun did before you. For him it was becoming a shinobi. for you it was that human school but in the end the result was the same. You both persevered. Now I will not stand here and watch the kit I all but raised while your parents wasted their time baking for a bunch of ignorant hairless monkeys belittle himself like that!"

Keitaro just looked on speechless. In all his years Kasumi had only been angry a handful of times he could recall, and she had never yelled at him.

The kitsune noticeably calmed herself as she settled down and looked her charge in the eyes. "Oh my. Forgive that outburst, Kei-chan. I just can't stand to see you put yourself down like that. You deserve better. That's why you need this trip," she began. "Now you are out of practice, and that is to be expected. That doesn't mean I can't help you perform the jutsu as any other summon could. It just means the trip will be a little harder on you. Please relax Kei-chan," she continued as she nuzzled Keitaro protectively.

Keitaro sank into her soft brown fur for a moment as he reveled in the feel of being close to her. Kasumi was truly family to him in his mind and it had hurt to follow his mother's orders and stay separated from her for all these years. for the first time in years, he felt just the tiniest bit at peace.

"There now. I think we've been here long enough. Is there anything else you want to do before we leave?" Kasumi finally asked when she felt her kit settle down and relax.

"Well..." Keitaro began uncertainly.

"Yes?" Kasumi prodded gently.

"I suppose I should call Haruka-obachan and tell her I won't be home any time soon," Keitaro said with a heartfelt concern that nearly broke Kasumi's heart to see. How could those girls mistreat the kit like this? How could Haruka allow it?

"All right, Keitaro-kun. You call her, and then we'll go," Kasumi assured him with a gentle smile.

Keitaro nodded in thanks as he searched out the nearest payphone and dialed in his personal calling card number as well as Haruka's mobile number, a necessary luxury he had committed to memory after being sent flying out of the house with neither money nor his cell phone (or clothing for that matter) so many times. "Come on, obasan, pick up," he muttered.

Meanwhile at the Haruka's Tea House a phone rang unanswered until it went to machine.

"...so I'll be in Konohagakure for a while, obasan. Please don't try to follow me, at least for a couple of months. I just, need time to myself. Tell the girls, I'm sorry," Keitaro finished before he hung up and headed back to Kasumi.

"Are you ready, kit?" she asked as he came back into her sight.

All things considered, it wasn't the flashiest of exits, but then again it WAS a shinobi technique.

Had Keitaro remained on the plane for any longer he would have heard what Kasumi had heard long ago as she rushed him to get ready to leave...

"Huh, that's weird. My Ronin-tracker Mecha-tama 9000 just went completely dark, but the batteries are fine. I could have sworn we almost had Keitaros," Su said in confusion.

"Well, all we can so is survey the area for him I suppose. I can feel the lingering affects of something similar to what he used against Motoko-han in the area. He might still be here. We really must find him so I can apologize for my part in his recent misfortunes.

Neither Haruka nor Kanako mentioned that the ambient chakra they felt over the area was huge as they came the area with the others engages in the Great Keitaro Hunt when it became clear the kanrinrin was still missing after dinner. They both assumed the most natural thing, thinking himself dishonored either way he couldn't break his mother's orders any more completely, so he decided to use his jutsus to escape a confrontation with the girls for his percieved 'crimes.' Most likely he had summoned Kasumi and rode her far off away from Su's device, or she simply cloaked them as she trotted away from the area with Keitaro on her back. Either way it wasn't a bit concern.

"Don't worry, Su-chan. I'm sure we'll find Oniichan when he's ready to be found," Kanako said to the younger girl, not knowing just how long it would be until Keitaro was ready to be found.

END CHAPTER TWO

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And now an Omake to get things rolling...

"Please Kanako-sempai. I swear I won't ask again. I just need to see the technique again until I master it like you showed me," Shinobu pleaded. "I'll make your favorite meals all this week and even forget to mention the whipped cream you took out of the refrigerator to Naru-sempai."

"Shinobu, what have I told you?" Kanako asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Auughhh. Gomen Nasai, Kanako-sempai. I won't tell Naru gulp teme about the whipped cream."

"That's better," Kanako replied even as she weakened under the superiority of Shinobu's version of the puppy dog eyes no jutsu. Sigh. "Fine. Just remember, you can never mention this skill to the others. Father declared it a kinjutsu by the time I was nine."

"Yayyy!" Shinobu shouted happily as she clapped and waited with baited breath for Kanako to show off their shared favorite ninjutsu.

"Oniichan Harem no Jutsu!" Kanako shouted as she first went through the handseal for the Kage Bunshin, followed by the seals for the Henge no Jutsu. Soon they were surrounded by two dozen naked Keitaros. She followed the completion of the technique with a disappointed shake of her head as she heard a telltale thumps as Shinobu and the other Hinata Sou girls all hiding around them fainted dead away with huge gushes of blood from their noses.

"se...sem...sempai," the young insensate chef sighed through her unconsciousness.

"Every time. What good is the technique if you faint and can't enjoy it?" Kanako asked herself with a tiny grin even as she began to strip naked to frolic with her transformed clones. She didn't care what her mother said, this was no worse than masturbation and she wasn't going to pass it up. Once again she failed to see the purpose of the Harem no Jutsu was to stop perverts cold, not cater to one who learned to use it.

And somewhere else Haruka, Keitaro's father, most of the island of Mol Mol, and well... everyone who had ever learned the technique BUT Keitaro sneezed simultaneously.

And in yet another place, Keitaro looked on in concern as Kasumi-neechan sneezed, before he asked, "Why do I feel like I should be upset at being accused of being a pervert by anyone right now?"

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Omake #2

"Are you ready, kit?" she asked as he came back into her sight.

"Hai, oneechan. Let's do this," Keitaro nodded as he began to gather his chakra and form an intricate set of hand seals to mold it. When it became clear he was having trouble, Kasumi used her link to him to help 'smooth out' the rough edges of the jutsu and weaken the dimensional barriers she passed through with impunity each time she was summoned. Finally, Keitaro reached the last seals as he cried out, "Anti-perverted girls combination technique Harem no Jutsu Urashima Rendan!" as the field flooded with naked Keitaro clones that appeared before the group from the Hinata Inn and shouted in unison, "Care to see me revised version of the 1000 years of Pain called the 10000 years of pleasure?"

With that phrase the entire group looked down at Keitaro's equipment and developed a nosebleed as they started to faint, minus Kanako and Haruka.

As for the two Urashima women, the looked at each other with silent looks of grim determination before the nodded to one another and dove for the Keitaros.

"SWEETO!"

"Dammit, this is what I get for using that technique around someone ero-sennen's buddy Happosai used to babysit," Keitaro groused as he took off running.

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And an Omake by Lumias:

"Are you ready, kit?" she asked as he came back into her sight.

All things considered, it wasn't the flashiest of exits, but then again it WAS a shinobi technique.

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WELCOME TO SIREN

"Huh, did we make a mistake in the justu somewhere?" Keitaro wondered aloud.

"Um, not exactly, I, uh ran up a rather large bar tab here, and uh I thought you could help me settle it." Kasumi stuttered.

"Sure no problem Oneechan, what do you need me to do?" Keitaro asked as Kasumi led him into a nearby bar. Every patron in the bar turned as they smelled a man.

"Well, here ya go one male fit, in perfect health, and straight. That will cover my tab right?" Kasumi asked.

The bartender drooled,"Hon, you just got yourself free drinks here for eternity."

Keitaro sweated as he noticed all the bars patrons were woman and everyone of them had a rather feral grin. Realizing he was just stabbed in the back by the one friend he thought he could trust he turned to her and said, "Y tu Kasumi."

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