As promised, I'm posting what little I have. I'm actually frustrated, as I'm not entirely sure which direction to go in first with this one. I have three main choices, the way I see it - some slice-of-Juggerlife scenes, Tsuruko arriving posthaste, or a Kaolla/Molmol angle. The third would be a bit hard to do this early, while Tsuruko arriving in a hurry is wholly believable, given the circumstances.
In the meanwhile, I'm feeding the hungry mouths. :lol:
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(A/N: Yeah, yeah, it's been six damn years, I suck, you've seen grannies faster than I am. I get it. Sorry about that, really. But at least the wait was worth it.
Anyway, here's the long-awaited - long enough that Duke Nukem Forever was released in the meantime! - second chapter of Irresistible Force. Hopefully it will be worth the long wait.
As always, criticism is greatly appreciated - as long as it isn't the 'get faster, you lazy bum' kind of criticism, I'm well aware of my slow writing speed without someone pointing it out to me...
Now,on with the story!)
DISCLAIMER:
Love Hina and all its characters are property of Akamatsu Ken, and I don't claim ownership of them, though I sure as hell would LIKE to. The Juggernaut and Cyttorak are property of Marvel Comics inc., and major props go to them for creating such a popular villain in the first place.
CONTRIBUTORS:
Many thanks to:
Lord Raa from The Fanfiction Forum for mucho encouraging and feedback - actually, more like death threats and Mafia-style 'suggestions', but nevermind;
Moshulel from The Fanfiction Forum for feedback and random ideas - although he has since gone inactive, his suggestions were kept in mind by me;
EagleCeres from The Fanfiction Forum for suggesting several deliciously warped twists;
Everybody else from The Fanfiction Forum for general proofreading and making sure this fic doesn't suck... hopefully;
And thanks to you, reader, for reading this fic, of course!
("This" is speech. Italics indicate thought. 1234567890 is a scene break.)
Chapter 2: Know Who I Am
Hinata Girls Dormitory, Early morning
Keitaro awoke to the sound of gentle knocking on his door. Groaning, he rolled over - and promptly fell off the far-too-small bed he'd been given with a thud.
With a frustrated growl, the young giant picked himself up, just as a familiar voice came from outside the door. He recognized it as the voice of the swordswoman he'd met the previous day - Aoyama Motoko, if his memory served him well.
"Urashima? Did something happen? I just heard a loud thud. Do you need help?", she asked through the room's door. Keitaro blinked - she was sounding genuinely concerned, something he wasn't quite expecting after the... unfortunate way they had met the previous day.
Then again, she did vote in my favor when the time came to decide whether I could stay or not, he thought. I should not assume that she would be still cross at me after my situation became clear - unlike that other girl...
"I'm fine, Aoyama-san. I just kind of, uh, rolled off the bed..." he answered. For a few seconds, there was silence on the other side of the door, then he picked up the distinct sound of someone straining to contain their laughter. Raising an eyebrow, he continued: "Yes, I am aware of how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not like they make Avatar-Of-An Obscure-Eldritch-Deity-sized beds in Japan or anything... Oh, and I can hear you struggling not to laugh. Be careful not to pull a muscle there, will you? That'd be an embarrassing story on its own..."
The bout of laughter that followed made him smirk as he got dressed. Got you. I knew I could make you laugh if I tried.
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A few minutes later, Keitaro and Motoko walked downstairs for breakfast. The young man had initially been surprised to discover the sun hadn't come up yet, but quickly shrugged it off - it made sense for a martial artist to be an early riser, and he'd found out almost right away that his new condition meant he didn't really NEED to sleep - he merely did it as a habit, or to relax.
As Keitaro entered the kitchen, he picked up a delicious scent of freshly baked plumcakes, and paused for a second. "Plumcakes...? I'm surprised someone would cook Western food in a Japanese dormitory," he commented. Motoko nodded.
"That's because Shinobu has recently taken an interest in Western cuisine," she explained. "She is our cook, in a way, and she has been looking to expand her repertoire of dishes."
"I see... Not that I mind. I myself grew quite fond of them recently," Keitaro answered as his mouth started to water. Much like sleeping, eating and drinking were actually meaningless activities to him - but he still found the taste of food pleasant, so he didn't mind eating good food when it was available. Similarly, he'd developed a taste for strong alcoholics, in large part due to his being physically unable to get drunk.
At that point, Shinobu, who had been busy trafficking around the oven, turned around and spotted them. Upon seeing him, she instinctively drew back, intimidated by his looming frame. Noticing her discomfort, Keitaro quickly grabbed the sturdiest seat he could find and sat down, hunching over slightly to look as small and non-threatening as someone with his imposing frame could. He smiled gently at Shinobu in an attempt to set her at ease.
"Say, something smells good. If it's not too much of a bother, could I ask for a quick taste?" he asked amiably. Shinobu instantly perked up, pleased by the praise towards her food's aroma.
"Ah, they aren't ready yet. If you could wait a couple more minutes, they should be cooked at just the right point for the best taste," she quickly explained, grabbing two mugs and a coffee pot. "I did prepare some cappuccino to go with them, though... would you like some? You too, Motoko?"
Keitaro and Motoko both nodded at that, and Shinobu nodded, preparing the hot beverages in a flash. Through it all, she hummed an upbeat tune, her mood clearly improved from earlier. Keitaro couldn't help but be impressed inwardly - the young cook was mentally tougher than he initially gave her credit for, given her ability to chat with him in spite of the... 'incident' he involved her in the previous day...
("Shinobu doesn't remember you flashing her, Urashima, in case you are wondering,") Motoko's hushed whisper interrupted his thoughts. ("We thought it best to just forget that has ever happened. I ask that you please refrain from bringing that memory back... it's best for all if what was forgotten remains forgotten.")
...or there's that, Keitaro grimaced upon hearing that. But she's right, best let sleeping dogs lie. He quickly nodded at her, just before Shinobu set the mugs down before them.
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That's it for now. I was intending for some sort of interruption to come up right after that scene, but can't decide which order I want events in. Thoughts?
In the meanwhile, I'm feeding the hungry mouths. :lol:
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(A/N: Yeah, yeah, it's been six damn years, I suck, you've seen grannies faster than I am. I get it. Sorry about that, really. But at least the wait was worth it.
Anyway, here's the long-awaited - long enough that Duke Nukem Forever was released in the meantime! - second chapter of Irresistible Force. Hopefully it will be worth the long wait.
As always, criticism is greatly appreciated - as long as it isn't the 'get faster, you lazy bum' kind of criticism, I'm well aware of my slow writing speed without someone pointing it out to me...
Now,on with the story!)
DISCLAIMER:
Love Hina and all its characters are property of Akamatsu Ken, and I don't claim ownership of them, though I sure as hell would LIKE to. The Juggernaut and Cyttorak are property of Marvel Comics inc., and major props go to them for creating such a popular villain in the first place.
CONTRIBUTORS:
Many thanks to:
Lord Raa from The Fanfiction Forum for mucho encouraging and feedback - actually, more like death threats and Mafia-style 'suggestions', but nevermind;
Moshulel from The Fanfiction Forum for feedback and random ideas - although he has since gone inactive, his suggestions were kept in mind by me;
EagleCeres from The Fanfiction Forum for suggesting several deliciously warped twists;
Everybody else from The Fanfiction Forum for general proofreading and making sure this fic doesn't suck... hopefully;
And thanks to you, reader, for reading this fic, of course!
("This" is speech. Italics indicate thought. 1234567890 is a scene break.)
Chapter 2: Know Who I Am
Hinata Girls Dormitory, Early morning
Keitaro awoke to the sound of gentle knocking on his door. Groaning, he rolled over - and promptly fell off the far-too-small bed he'd been given with a thud.
With a frustrated growl, the young giant picked himself up, just as a familiar voice came from outside the door. He recognized it as the voice of the swordswoman he'd met the previous day - Aoyama Motoko, if his memory served him well.
"Urashima? Did something happen? I just heard a loud thud. Do you need help?", she asked through the room's door. Keitaro blinked - she was sounding genuinely concerned, something he wasn't quite expecting after the... unfortunate way they had met the previous day.
Then again, she did vote in my favor when the time came to decide whether I could stay or not, he thought. I should not assume that she would be still cross at me after my situation became clear - unlike that other girl...
"I'm fine, Aoyama-san. I just kind of, uh, rolled off the bed..." he answered. For a few seconds, there was silence on the other side of the door, then he picked up the distinct sound of someone straining to contain their laughter. Raising an eyebrow, he continued: "Yes, I am aware of how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not like they make Avatar-Of-An Obscure-Eldritch-Deity-sized beds in Japan or anything... Oh, and I can hear you struggling not to laugh. Be careful not to pull a muscle there, will you? That'd be an embarrassing story on its own..."
The bout of laughter that followed made him smirk as he got dressed. Got you. I knew I could make you laugh if I tried.
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A few minutes later, Keitaro and Motoko walked downstairs for breakfast. The young man had initially been surprised to discover the sun hadn't come up yet, but quickly shrugged it off - it made sense for a martial artist to be an early riser, and he'd found out almost right away that his new condition meant he didn't really NEED to sleep - he merely did it as a habit, or to relax.
As Keitaro entered the kitchen, he picked up a delicious scent of freshly baked plumcakes, and paused for a second. "Plumcakes...? I'm surprised someone would cook Western food in a Japanese dormitory," he commented. Motoko nodded.
"That's because Shinobu has recently taken an interest in Western cuisine," she explained. "She is our cook, in a way, and she has been looking to expand her repertoire of dishes."
"I see... Not that I mind. I myself grew quite fond of them recently," Keitaro answered as his mouth started to water. Much like sleeping, eating and drinking were actually meaningless activities to him - but he still found the taste of food pleasant, so he didn't mind eating good food when it was available. Similarly, he'd developed a taste for strong alcoholics, in large part due to his being physically unable to get drunk.
At that point, Shinobu, who had been busy trafficking around the oven, turned around and spotted them. Upon seeing him, she instinctively drew back, intimidated by his looming frame. Noticing her discomfort, Keitaro quickly grabbed the sturdiest seat he could find and sat down, hunching over slightly to look as small and non-threatening as someone with his imposing frame could. He smiled gently at Shinobu in an attempt to set her at ease.
"Say, something smells good. If it's not too much of a bother, could I ask for a quick taste?" he asked amiably. Shinobu instantly perked up, pleased by the praise towards her food's aroma.
"Ah, they aren't ready yet. If you could wait a couple more minutes, they should be cooked at just the right point for the best taste," she quickly explained, grabbing two mugs and a coffee pot. "I did prepare some cappuccino to go with them, though... would you like some? You too, Motoko?"
Keitaro and Motoko both nodded at that, and Shinobu nodded, preparing the hot beverages in a flash. Through it all, she hummed an upbeat tune, her mood clearly improved from earlier. Keitaro couldn't help but be impressed inwardly - the young cook was mentally tougher than he initially gave her credit for, given her ability to chat with him in spite of the... 'incident' he involved her in the previous day...
("Shinobu doesn't remember you flashing her, Urashima, in case you are wondering,") Motoko's hushed whisper interrupted his thoughts. ("We thought it best to just forget that has ever happened. I ask that you please refrain from bringing that memory back... it's best for all if what was forgotten remains forgotten.")
...or there's that, Keitaro grimaced upon hearing that. But she's right, best let sleeping dogs lie. He quickly nodded at her, just before Shinobu set the mugs down before them.
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That's it for now. I was intending for some sort of interruption to come up right after that scene, but can't decide which order I want events in. Thoughts?