Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Ring Hina ❯ Ring Hina ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Love Hina is the property of Ken Akamatsu, TV Tokyo, and probably enough lawyers to sink an aircraft carrier.

 

“The Ring” is property of a big Hollywood studio whose name I can't remember. (They probably have even MORE lawyers)

 

This fanfic is for entertainment purposes only, and may not be distributed for profit. I'm not making any money off of this; I am doing it just for personal enjoyment.

 

Please don't sue.

 

Besides, most of my money is already spoken for by my friendly neighborhood Snap-On Tools distributor.

 

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This fanfic is based on the manga before Volume 4.

 

“*” Spoken words

`*' Thoughts

 

 

Ring Hina

 

 

By: hawker_748

 

 

“It's been seven days,” said Kitsune, lounging on the couch as the other Hinata House residents were sitting around nervously in the living room.

 

“What, what's going to happen to us?!” cried Shinobu, tears running down her face.

 

“Nothing, that's what,” replied Kitsune. “Don't tell me that you really believe that we're all gonna die or suffer some other horrible fate because we saw that stupid videotape?” she scoffed.

 

“But what about all those stories we've heard about students dying or going mad?” asked Naru.

 

“Probably urban myths,” answered Keitaro.

 

“For once, Urashima is probably correct,” added Motoko.

 

“Where did you get that weird tape Kitsune?” asked Su.

 

“I don't really remember,” Kitsune replied. She didn't remember a lot about that night, but after twelve bottles of sake, she was lucky to remember her own name. She did vaguely remember something about a hysterical man desperately trying to hand out a videotape to the patrons of the bar. Figuring that maybe he was getting divorced and was trying to pass around sex tapes featuring his ex-wife as a form of revenge, she agreed to take one.

 

She'd passed out when she had got home and hadn't been able to watch it that night. The next morning she had called everyone to watch it, for nothing else, the potential teasing that she could unleash on Keitaro and Naru as they watched it.

 

To her great disappointment, there was no porn on the tape. There were only some really strange images that had reminded her of the time she had accidentally swallowed the worm in a bottle of tequila. It had ended with what looked like a set of hands reaching out of a well.

 

Then the phone had rang, a voice had said, “You have seven days left,” and then hung up.

Shinobu and Naru were the only ones that had been frightened by what had happened, while the others regarded it as some kind of joke.

 

True, some pictures that they had taken looked like something out of an acid flashback, but that was probably just a defective camera, right?

 

“I wouldn't worry about it Shinobu, it's probably some college students idea of an elaborate prank,” Keitaro said soothingly.

 

“I hope you're right sempai,” Shinobu sniffled. “I'm just too young to-”

 

The TV turned on suddenly, causing everyone to jump, except Kitsune, who started laughing.

 

“Sorry guys,” she said between chuckles. “I couldn't resist doing that.” She then shut the TV of with the remote.

 

“Dammit Kitsune,” raged Naru. “You scared me half to death!”

 

“It was kinda funny though,” added Keitaro.

 

Naru gave him a look that indicated future pain if he didn't shut up.

 

“Sorry,” he replied meekly.

 

Then the TV turned on again.

 

“That's not funny Kitsune!” yelped Shinobu.

 

“What are you talking about, the remote is on the table,” Kitsune replied.

 

Everyone stopped and stared at the remote, which was in fact on the table. Kitsune picked it up again. “Musta been a power surge,” she muttered as she turned off the TV.

 

Which promptly turned back on.

 

Kitsune tried turning it off again but found that the remote wasn't working. “Someone turn of the TV at the main switch,” she said.

 

Su went over and flipped the switch but found that it wasn't working either.

 

“Pull the plug!” shouted Naru.

 

Su did this, but impossibly the TV remained on without a power source.

 

Then the static resolved itself into an image that they all remembered from the videotape. There was a well, and something was climbing out of it.

 

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” screamed Naru as she huddled behind Keitaro for protection. Very shortly, Shinobu and even Motoko were there as well, terrified beyond belief.

 

`This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening!' Kitsune's thoughts were caught in a frenzied loop as she and Su joined the crowd huddled behind Keitaro.

 

Motoko had a strange feeling of something behind her, but then she instantly knew what it was.

 

“Urashima! Let go of my ass now!” she shouted.

 

“What are you talking about?” Keitaro asked incredulously, as he held up his hands in front of him.

 

“Oops, sorry, I thought it was sempai's,” confessed Shinobu.

 

Keitaro took advantage of everyone's stunned immobility to discretely cop a feel off of Kitsune.

 

Suddenly the girl in the TV reached the screen, and crawled out onto the floor of the Hinata House living room.

 

She crawled towards them, her long blonde hair obscuring her features. Finally she was at the feet of the group of terrified residents.

 

She stood up, looked at them, and smiled a smile that had to have been crafted in the darkest pits of hell.

 

Moments later it spoke.

 

“Hi there! I'm Sarah MacDougal! I'll be living here from now on!”

 

The collective scream of utter horror rattled windows as far as three miles away.

 

END

 

This `story' was inspired by a timely showing of “The Ring” on TV. That, combined with my simmering dislike of Sarah, was all the inspiration I needed.

 

If you've made it this far, (you poor bastards) thanks for reading, and any feedback is welcome.