I started writing this as a Halloween-based fic, which I guess explains why I'm finally finishing it now at the end of January. Try not to take it seriously, because I certainly didn't.
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A Different Kind of Immortality
A Love Hina fic
By Legendary Legacy
Standard Disclaimer: Love Hina and its characters belong to Ken Akamatsu and those that he gave the rights to. The plot is, to the best of my knowledge, my own.
Enjoy. Or don't. Whichever.
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Keitaro stared up at the enormous Hinata Inn looming above him. He looked very much like a man at the end of a long and arduous journey.
"Hinata Sou," he muttered; a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "I can't believe it's taken me so long to come back." As he began ascending the much-to-long stairway, his thoughts returned to the last time he'd come here some number of years ago, and one of the reasons why he was currently back now. "On the bright side, grandma is sure to have found a way to fix me after all this time."
Reaching the top of the stairs, he walked to the door and slowly pushed it open. Sticking his head inside, he glanced around, finding no one in sight.
"Hello?" he called. "Grandma? Aunt Haruka? Anyone?"
Receiving no answer, he slipped into the building, setting his suitcase a few feet from the door. He briefly wondered if he should just wait at the doorway until someone came by and saw him; the place was large enough that he wouldn't rule it out as being empty just because no one had heard him calling.
In the end, he decided against that, choosing instead to go searching for someone himself. With luck, he'd find Grandma Hina or Aunt Haruka first and, if not, he'd just explain who he was to whomever he did meet. It wasn't like he was breaking and entering or anything: This place had been like a second home to him when he was younger. Maybe he'd check out his old room while he was at it. And knowing the eccentricities of his grandma, there was no telling what sort of changes she'd made to the rest of the place over the years.
He hadn't gone very far when he came upon a large and luxurious-looking outdoor hot spring. "This wasn't here the last time, was it?" he wondered curiously. Maybe he'd test it out? He glanced down both ends of the hallway. Still seeing no one around, he decided to go for it. Grandma would want him to make himself at home anyway, he surmised.
Ten minutes later found Keitaro enjoying a little slice of heaven. The hot waters felt absolutely wonderful on his tired body, as though it were soaking right down to his bones and soothing away all the built up stress and discomfort he hadn't even realized he'd accumulated for who knew how long.
But he was going to have to get out and continue his search. Besides, he wouldn't want someone to walk in on him by accident. Grandma Hina and Aunt Haruka wouldn't mind, but if anyone else that happened to be staying here...well, that would probably be awkward. So, grabbing his towel and tying it around his waist, he made his way back inside.
But as he reached for the door, it decided to slide open without his help. It came as such a shock to him that he was unable to stop his still extending hand before it came to rest on the next closest thing.
Keitaro and the newcomer, a girl, as fate would so tragically have it, stared at each other for several seconds in a horrible, unbroken silence.
Now maybe, just maybe Keitaro would have been able to convince the graciously endowed girl in front of him that this had been just a horrible accident. The chances were definitely slim, but not completely out of the question that the girl might let him off easy for the mishap. Unfortunately, even if she'd allowed him the chance, he simply wouldn't have been able to come up with a proper excuse for why his hand would betray him, and choose that exact moment to give another experimental squeeze before he could pull it away.
The girl's face twitched.
Somehow, he didn't think he'd be lucky enough to escape this situation in any way as preferable as 'awkward'.
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Narusagawa Naru had frozen in place, all bodily functions slowing to a crawl as her mind tried its damnedest to assess the situation properly.
She had come downstairs to take a bath, expecting her best friend Kitsune to meet her there. She'd undressed, opened the door to the spring, and immediately found herself face to face with someone. Before she'd had time to cry out in surprise, she'd felt a hand on her breast.
Now, for a very brief moment, Naru had chalked the incident up to a gag by Kitsune. She'd already removed her glasses, thereby severely diminishing her eyesight, and God knew that the two were always doing things like this in the bath; teasing and fondling at one another in an attempt to embarrass each other (Kitsune, being the far less modest of the two, always seemed to win these games).
However, thanks to those same teasing games, Naru now had a knowledge of her best friend's chest that was about as intimate as could be without actually having been...intimate...with them.
And she also wasn't so blind that she couldn't see exactly how flat the person standing before her was, which Kitsune most certainly was not.
To make matters worse, a quick look down brought her to the undeniable conclusion that this person was also a guy; Or a magician practicing a peculiar levitating towel trick for her amusement.
It didn't really need to be mentioned just how not amused she was.
And then he squeezed her breast again, and she became...even less amused. He apparently realized this as he finally pulled his hand away; clutching it to his own chest as though it had been scalded.
"...Um-" was about as far as he got before she closed her eyes, reared back, and dealt him her mightiest of haymakers, guaranteed to expel him from the Hinata grounds completely, or embed him deep enough into the far-end wall as to give the others enough time to call the police, depending on wind currents and whether she hooked her shot properly or not.
Or so she had intended, anyway. Instead, she heard a rather disturbing 'pop', followed by something rebounding off of said wall and splashing into the water, while something larger hit the ground next to her.
She opened her eyes, and instantly went into another reboot.
Stepping back and shutting the sliding door again quickly, she used a shaky hand to reposition her glasses upon her deathly ashen face. She took a minute to convince herself that she hadn't actually seen what she thought she'd saw, took a deep, calming breath, and slowly slid the door back open.
...Nope, the body of her mysterious intruder slash molester was still lying there. Headless. And spasming ever so slightly.
She looked up. Oh, and there was the head, bobbing around lazily in the hot spring like some kind of nightmarish bath toy.
..........She shut the door again, and took another breath, much deeper than the last one and not a fraction as calming.
Then she let it out. Loudly.
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A Different Kind of Immortality
A Love Hina fic
By Legendary Legacy
Standard Disclaimer: Love Hina and its characters belong to Ken Akamatsu and those that he gave the rights to. The plot is, to the best of my knowledge, my own.
Enjoy. Or don't. Whichever.
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Keitaro stared up at the enormous Hinata Inn looming above him. He looked very much like a man at the end of a long and arduous journey.
"Hinata Sou," he muttered; a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "I can't believe it's taken me so long to come back." As he began ascending the much-to-long stairway, his thoughts returned to the last time he'd come here some number of years ago, and one of the reasons why he was currently back now. "On the bright side, grandma is sure to have found a way to fix me after all this time."
Reaching the top of the stairs, he walked to the door and slowly pushed it open. Sticking his head inside, he glanced around, finding no one in sight.
"Hello?" he called. "Grandma? Aunt Haruka? Anyone?"
Receiving no answer, he slipped into the building, setting his suitcase a few feet from the door. He briefly wondered if he should just wait at the doorway until someone came by and saw him; the place was large enough that he wouldn't rule it out as being empty just because no one had heard him calling.
In the end, he decided against that, choosing instead to go searching for someone himself. With luck, he'd find Grandma Hina or Aunt Haruka first and, if not, he'd just explain who he was to whomever he did meet. It wasn't like he was breaking and entering or anything: This place had been like a second home to him when he was younger. Maybe he'd check out his old room while he was at it. And knowing the eccentricities of his grandma, there was no telling what sort of changes she'd made to the rest of the place over the years.
He hadn't gone very far when he came upon a large and luxurious-looking outdoor hot spring. "This wasn't here the last time, was it?" he wondered curiously. Maybe he'd test it out? He glanced down both ends of the hallway. Still seeing no one around, he decided to go for it. Grandma would want him to make himself at home anyway, he surmised.
Ten minutes later found Keitaro enjoying a little slice of heaven. The hot waters felt absolutely wonderful on his tired body, as though it were soaking right down to his bones and soothing away all the built up stress and discomfort he hadn't even realized he'd accumulated for who knew how long.
But he was going to have to get out and continue his search. Besides, he wouldn't want someone to walk in on him by accident. Grandma Hina and Aunt Haruka wouldn't mind, but if anyone else that happened to be staying here...well, that would probably be awkward. So, grabbing his towel and tying it around his waist, he made his way back inside.
But as he reached for the door, it decided to slide open without his help. It came as such a shock to him that he was unable to stop his still extending hand before it came to rest on the next closest thing.
Keitaro and the newcomer, a girl, as fate would so tragically have it, stared at each other for several seconds in a horrible, unbroken silence.
Now maybe, just maybe Keitaro would have been able to convince the graciously endowed girl in front of him that this had been just a horrible accident. The chances were definitely slim, but not completely out of the question that the girl might let him off easy for the mishap. Unfortunately, even if she'd allowed him the chance, he simply wouldn't have been able to come up with a proper excuse for why his hand would betray him, and choose that exact moment to give another experimental squeeze before he could pull it away.
The girl's face twitched.
Somehow, he didn't think he'd be lucky enough to escape this situation in any way as preferable as 'awkward'.
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Narusagawa Naru had frozen in place, all bodily functions slowing to a crawl as her mind tried its damnedest to assess the situation properly.
She had come downstairs to take a bath, expecting her best friend Kitsune to meet her there. She'd undressed, opened the door to the spring, and immediately found herself face to face with someone. Before she'd had time to cry out in surprise, she'd felt a hand on her breast.
Now, for a very brief moment, Naru had chalked the incident up to a gag by Kitsune. She'd already removed her glasses, thereby severely diminishing her eyesight, and God knew that the two were always doing things like this in the bath; teasing and fondling at one another in an attempt to embarrass each other (Kitsune, being the far less modest of the two, always seemed to win these games).
However, thanks to those same teasing games, Naru now had a knowledge of her best friend's chest that was about as intimate as could be without actually having been...intimate...with them.
And she also wasn't so blind that she couldn't see exactly how flat the person standing before her was, which Kitsune most certainly was not.
To make matters worse, a quick look down brought her to the undeniable conclusion that this person was also a guy; Or a magician practicing a peculiar levitating towel trick for her amusement.
It didn't really need to be mentioned just how not amused she was.
And then he squeezed her breast again, and she became...even less amused. He apparently realized this as he finally pulled his hand away; clutching it to his own chest as though it had been scalded.
"...Um-" was about as far as he got before she closed her eyes, reared back, and dealt him her mightiest of haymakers, guaranteed to expel him from the Hinata grounds completely, or embed him deep enough into the far-end wall as to give the others enough time to call the police, depending on wind currents and whether she hooked her shot properly or not.
Or so she had intended, anyway. Instead, she heard a rather disturbing 'pop', followed by something rebounding off of said wall and splashing into the water, while something larger hit the ground next to her.
She opened her eyes, and instantly went into another reboot.
Stepping back and shutting the sliding door again quickly, she used a shaky hand to reposition her glasses upon her deathly ashen face. She took a minute to convince herself that she hadn't actually seen what she thought she'd saw, took a deep, calming breath, and slowly slid the door back open.
...Nope, the body of her mysterious intruder slash molester was still lying there. Headless. And spasming ever so slightly.
She looked up. Oh, and there was the head, bobbing around lazily in the hot spring like some kind of nightmarish bath toy.
..........She shut the door again, and took another breath, much deeper than the last one and not a fraction as calming.
Then she let it out. Loudly.
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