Love Hina Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Love Hina: Once Again ❯ Chapter 8
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By: shanejayell 
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 517 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Love Hina Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 517 | Status: Completed
Love Hina: Once Again
Seven
Kanako Urashima smiled to herself, a rare expression of pleasure as she sat by the Hinata Inn’s only phone. “It’s good to hear from you, big brother,” she said, her black hair flowing down over her shoulders and onto her matching black dress.
“You too,” Keitaro’s crackled a bit from being bounced off a satelite relay, “how are things going there?”
“Bedlam,” Kuro quipped, the black cat looking amused.
“Hush,” Kanako scolded her cat then addressed the phone, “Quite well, actually. I’ve rented several vacant rooms, and I’ve started looking into our plans for the annex, too.”
“And how are the newcomers fitting in?” Keitaro asked curiously.
“Surprisingly well, actually,” Kanako said wryly. There seemed to be a unique sort of madness you needed to live at the Hinata Inn, but the various ladies who had joined them seemed to have it.
“You’ve talked a lot about the Inn,” Keitaro kept his voice gentle, “but how are you?”
Kanako settled in to a soft chair she had pulled over, “I’m fine, big brother. Just doing a lot of thinking about things.”
“Well, Naru and I are rooting for you,” Keitaro said cheerfully.
“How’s the dig?” Kanako asked, changing the subject.
“You know how it is,” Keitaro shrugged, “fell down a hole, found something, and now we’re digging it up.”
Kanako shook her head wryly. Her brother had the oddest luck as a archeologist, he literally seemed to fall into various discoveries. If he dug almost anywhere he seemed to hit something of significance... it was truly uncanny.
“And is Naru with you?” Kanako asked.
“She flies up over the weekends with Seta,” Keitaro explained, “otherwise she still teaching full time at her elementary school.”
“She’s very good,” Kanako agreed, feeling a small pang of guilt as she thought lingeringly of the lovely Naru. They talked for a while longer on various subjects, then with some regret she the very excited Shinobu take her turn.
“Sempai!” Shinobu squealed as Kanako walked away with a faint smile.
‘I wonder where the others are?’ Kanako thought as she walked the halls, her cat jumping down from her shooulder to scamper off. Usually the majority of the Dorm residents were lined up here, waiting for their turns.
“Fifty yen on Motoko!” Kitsune called out loudly as Kanako reached the doors to the hot springs outside.
“I’ll match that on Tennyo!” Su’s voice answered.
“Go Motoko,” Mutsume called cheerfulluy.
‘What in the world?’ Kanako thought as she opened the door, quickly moving out into the steamy exterior.
Tennyo Masaki stood calmly on the rough stones, her long white hair flowing as she held a wooden practice sword at the ready. The T-shirt and shorts clad woman still looked eerily ageless to Kanako, anything from her twenties to her fifties, and she stood ready with a wary kind of intensity.
“Defend yourself!” Motoko Aoyama swept down with her wooden sword, the black haired young woman dressed in her usual traditional japanese clothing.
‘I’ve got to stop them...’ Kanato started only to freeze as the newcomer expertly stopped Motoko’s strike.
“Very nice,” Tennyo said quietly while holding her blade horizontal above her, both their bodies vibrating a bit from the strike, “the God’s Cry School, correct?”
“Not bad yourself,” Motoko nodded, her own blade and battle stance pressing down on the woman’s iron-like guard, “you’re using the hidden techniques of the Masaki Shrine’s master, aren’t you?”
“You’ve encountered it?” Tennyo looked curious.
“My elder sister did,” Motoko answered, “someone blocked her like this, too.” She broke away with a leap then swept forward, “Rock Splitting Sword!”
“Masaki Strike!” Tennyo cried, summoning up her own chi to counter Motoko’s strike.
Making her way over to where the residents were watching from the spring pools Kanako asked, “How long has this been going on?”
Ami Mizuno smiled up at her, the blue haired woman’s glasses gleaming as she said, “Nearly half a hour.”
“I’m surprised Tennyo’s lasted this long,” Mitsune Konno said, the sexy woman known as Kitsune lounging nearby.
“It’s very impressive,” Anthy agreed solommly.
“Whoo-so!” Su waved excitedly, the dusky skinned blonde nearly bouncing up and down with excitement.
“Oh my oh my,” Mutsumi Otohime murmured, the busty brown haired woman watching the fight with interest.
“Wait a minute,” Kanako frowned, “Kitsune, if you and Mutsumi are here, who’s running the café?”
“Eh,” Kitsune waved that off, “I put up the gone fishing sign.”
“That is no way to run a business,” Kanako frowned.
“Yay Tennyo!” Mutsumi waved, full breasts bouncing.
“This is remarkable,” Emi muttered, the younger woman recording the entire fight on her laptops camera attachment.
“Her breasts or the fight?” Rei Hino muttered from where she sat beside Ami.
“Rei,” Ami poked her gently.
Kanako rolled her eyes at the interplay even as the fight continued on. Tennyo and Motoko slammed their swords together, leaping about the hot spring wildly until finally they stood toe to toe, panting softly.
“So, are you ready to finish?” Motoko finally asked, both of them staring intensely into each others eyes.
“Yes,” Tennyo’s hand tightening on her blade.
“Good, I’m starving,” Motoko relaxed.
“WHAT?!” all the observers blurted.
“We were just sparring for our morning workout,” Tennyo explained, batting her eyes innocently.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Kitsune muttered, “you two fight like that when just sparring?!”
“Doesn’t everyone?” Motoko smiled casually.
“Aww,” Su pouted. “Are you two ever going to fight for real?”
“Who knows,” Tennyo smiled. She clapped her hands, “So who’s up for lunch?”
Shaking her head Kanako left, heading down to the manager’s suite, where she sat down with a tired sigh. “What’s up?” Kuro, her black cat asked.
“Just the usual craziness,” Kanako admitted, putting her arms on the table and resting her head there. Motoko had looked stunning in battle, her eyes flashing, body moving so gracefully under her old fashioned garb.
“Still thinking about Motoko?” Kuro asked perceptively.
“Oh shut up,” Kanako sighed.
“You really need to find yourself a new lust object,” Kuro pointed out, “she hates your guts, remember?”
“Don’t remind me,” Kanako whimpered.
“Not to mention,” Kuro added, “that someone else here has the hots for her... she wouldn’t be getting those chocolates every year otherwise.”
“Be quiet,” on reflex Kanako tossed a cushion at the cat, feeling some amusement when she bowled the cat right over.
To be continued....
Seven
Kanako Urashima smiled to herself, a rare expression of pleasure as she sat by the Hinata Inn’s only phone. “It’s good to hear from you, big brother,” she said, her black hair flowing down over her shoulders and onto her matching black dress.
“You too,” Keitaro’s crackled a bit from being bounced off a satelite relay, “how are things going there?”
“Bedlam,” Kuro quipped, the black cat looking amused.
“Hush,” Kanako scolded her cat then addressed the phone, “Quite well, actually. I’ve rented several vacant rooms, and I’ve started looking into our plans for the annex, too.”
“And how are the newcomers fitting in?” Keitaro asked curiously.
“Surprisingly well, actually,” Kanako said wryly. There seemed to be a unique sort of madness you needed to live at the Hinata Inn, but the various ladies who had joined them seemed to have it.
“You’ve talked a lot about the Inn,” Keitaro kept his voice gentle, “but how are you?”
Kanako settled in to a soft chair she had pulled over, “I’m fine, big brother. Just doing a lot of thinking about things.”
“Well, Naru and I are rooting for you,” Keitaro said cheerfully.
“How’s the dig?” Kanako asked, changing the subject.
“You know how it is,” Keitaro shrugged, “fell down a hole, found something, and now we’re digging it up.”
Kanako shook her head wryly. Her brother had the oddest luck as a archeologist, he literally seemed to fall into various discoveries. If he dug almost anywhere he seemed to hit something of significance... it was truly uncanny.
“And is Naru with you?” Kanako asked.
“She flies up over the weekends with Seta,” Keitaro explained, “otherwise she still teaching full time at her elementary school.”
“She’s very good,” Kanako agreed, feeling a small pang of guilt as she thought lingeringly of the lovely Naru. They talked for a while longer on various subjects, then with some regret she the very excited Shinobu take her turn.
“Sempai!” Shinobu squealed as Kanako walked away with a faint smile.
‘I wonder where the others are?’ Kanako thought as she walked the halls, her cat jumping down from her shooulder to scamper off. Usually the majority of the Dorm residents were lined up here, waiting for their turns.
“Fifty yen on Motoko!” Kitsune called out loudly as Kanako reached the doors to the hot springs outside.
“I’ll match that on Tennyo!” Su’s voice answered.
“Go Motoko,” Mutsume called cheerfulluy.
‘What in the world?’ Kanako thought as she opened the door, quickly moving out into the steamy exterior.
Tennyo Masaki stood calmly on the rough stones, her long white hair flowing as she held a wooden practice sword at the ready. The T-shirt and shorts clad woman still looked eerily ageless to Kanako, anything from her twenties to her fifties, and she stood ready with a wary kind of intensity.
“Defend yourself!” Motoko Aoyama swept down with her wooden sword, the black haired young woman dressed in her usual traditional japanese clothing.
‘I’ve got to stop them...’ Kanato started only to freeze as the newcomer expertly stopped Motoko’s strike.
“Very nice,” Tennyo said quietly while holding her blade horizontal above her, both their bodies vibrating a bit from the strike, “the God’s Cry School, correct?”
“Not bad yourself,” Motoko nodded, her own blade and battle stance pressing down on the woman’s iron-like guard, “you’re using the hidden techniques of the Masaki Shrine’s master, aren’t you?”
“You’ve encountered it?” Tennyo looked curious.
“My elder sister did,” Motoko answered, “someone blocked her like this, too.” She broke away with a leap then swept forward, “Rock Splitting Sword!”
“Masaki Strike!” Tennyo cried, summoning up her own chi to counter Motoko’s strike.
Making her way over to where the residents were watching from the spring pools Kanako asked, “How long has this been going on?”
Ami Mizuno smiled up at her, the blue haired woman’s glasses gleaming as she said, “Nearly half a hour.”
“I’m surprised Tennyo’s lasted this long,” Mitsune Konno said, the sexy woman known as Kitsune lounging nearby.
“It’s very impressive,” Anthy agreed solommly.
“Whoo-so!” Su waved excitedly, the dusky skinned blonde nearly bouncing up and down with excitement.
“Oh my oh my,” Mutsumi Otohime murmured, the busty brown haired woman watching the fight with interest.
“Wait a minute,” Kanako frowned, “Kitsune, if you and Mutsumi are here, who’s running the café?”
“Eh,” Kitsune waved that off, “I put up the gone fishing sign.”
“That is no way to run a business,” Kanako frowned.
“Yay Tennyo!” Mutsumi waved, full breasts bouncing.
“This is remarkable,” Emi muttered, the younger woman recording the entire fight on her laptops camera attachment.
“Her breasts or the fight?” Rei Hino muttered from where she sat beside Ami.
“Rei,” Ami poked her gently.
Kanako rolled her eyes at the interplay even as the fight continued on. Tennyo and Motoko slammed their swords together, leaping about the hot spring wildly until finally they stood toe to toe, panting softly.
“So, are you ready to finish?” Motoko finally asked, both of them staring intensely into each others eyes.
“Yes,” Tennyo’s hand tightening on her blade.
“Good, I’m starving,” Motoko relaxed.
“WHAT?!” all the observers blurted.
“We were just sparring for our morning workout,” Tennyo explained, batting her eyes innocently.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Kitsune muttered, “you two fight like that when just sparring?!”
“Doesn’t everyone?” Motoko smiled casually.
“Aww,” Su pouted. “Are you two ever going to fight for real?”
“Who knows,” Tennyo smiled. She clapped her hands, “So who’s up for lunch?”
Shaking her head Kanako left, heading down to the manager’s suite, where she sat down with a tired sigh. “What’s up?” Kuro, her black cat asked.
“Just the usual craziness,” Kanako admitted, putting her arms on the table and resting her head there. Motoko had looked stunning in battle, her eyes flashing, body moving so gracefully under her old fashioned garb.
“Still thinking about Motoko?” Kuro asked perceptively.
“Oh shut up,” Kanako sighed.
“You really need to find yourself a new lust object,” Kuro pointed out, “she hates your guts, remember?”
“Don’t remind me,” Kanako whimpered.
“Not to mention,” Kuro added, “that someone else here has the hots for her... she wouldn’t be getting those chocolates every year otherwise.”
“Be quiet,” on reflex Kanako tossed a cushion at the cat, feeling some amusement when she bowled the cat right over.
To be continued....