Akamatsuverse Love Hina Loops
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Keitaro sat on the couch, Kitsune on the other end, leaving her feet on his lap to try to tease the landlord/ronin, as he read his book.
Well, rent was coming due after all.
Of course, her plan to flirt with Keitaro for a free pass was put on hold as a topless Naru ran by, screaming.
Keitaro didnÆt even look up.
Mutsumi came following, holding up an adult diaper, and yelling for æNa-chanÆ to stop running away.
All Keitaro did was turn a page.
ôSeriously?ö asked Kitsune. ôYouÆre not even going to ask what that was about?ö
ôI already know,ö Keitaro stated.
She waited for thirty seconds for him to explain himself. When none came, she finally decided to speak up, trying to ignore the crashing sounds from the hallway. ôWell?ö
Keitaro merely turned his page. ôWell, last night, we went out with Mutsumi to have a Ronin Break, a little drinking, some bowling, and then trying to find MutsumiÆs house.ö
ôOh?ö
ôFollowed by another drinking game and a threesome.ö
KitsuneÆs eyes buldged out in surprise. ôà What?ö
ôYep,ö Keitaro replied as nonchalantly as possible. ôAnd in the morning, Mutsumi apparently remembered when all three of us were here as kids, and we played a game where I was the daddy, she the mommy, and Naru was our kid.ö
ôCome back, Na-chan!ö MutsumiÆs voice called out. ôIt is time for Mommy to feed you!ö
ôSTAY AWAY!ö was NaruÆs frantic response, as the sound of something breaking was heard soon to follow.
ôWell, apparently Mutsumi passed out again, hit her head, and now thinks weÆre all back to the point again. So now sheÆs trying to put Naru in baby clothes and breast-feed her.ö True, he wasnÆt certain if Mutsumi was really thinking this or faking, but he figured he would let it run its course.
Besides, he needed to recover. Little Kei-kun was willing, but its physical form was soft and spongy, suffering some friction burns.
ôTime to feed my little Na-chan!ö
ôMutsumi, Iùö was all Naru got out before her voice was silenced, not that Keitaro and Kitsune didnÆt have a good idea why her voice was suddenly cut off.
Kitsune, however, was on the verge of passing out from the new information currently going through her head. It looked like she might actually have to pay her rent this month. If Keitaro had had sexùa threesome, no lessùhow was her teasing going to compare?
Keitaro just turned his page, ignoring KitsuneÆs shocked gasp as Mutsumi marched into the room, bare from the middle up, and forcing NaruÆs face into her massive breast.
Been there, done that.
He did notice the time, and wondered just how Motoko and the Hinata Lolis would react when they showed up in a few minutes, to the sight on the other side of the Living Room.
But his mind quickly returned to the book.
What could he say, the author was just that good.
Well, rent was coming due after all.
Of course, her plan to flirt with Keitaro for a free pass was put on hold as a topless Naru ran by, screaming.
Keitaro didnÆt even look up.
Mutsumi came following, holding up an adult diaper, and yelling for æNa-chanÆ to stop running away.
All Keitaro did was turn a page.
ôSeriously?ö asked Kitsune. ôYouÆre not even going to ask what that was about?ö
ôI already know,ö Keitaro stated.
She waited for thirty seconds for him to explain himself. When none came, she finally decided to speak up, trying to ignore the crashing sounds from the hallway. ôWell?ö
Keitaro merely turned his page. ôWell, last night, we went out with Mutsumi to have a Ronin Break, a little drinking, some bowling, and then trying to find MutsumiÆs house.ö
ôOh?ö
ôFollowed by another drinking game and a threesome.ö
KitsuneÆs eyes buldged out in surprise. ôà What?ö
ôYep,ö Keitaro replied as nonchalantly as possible. ôAnd in the morning, Mutsumi apparently remembered when all three of us were here as kids, and we played a game where I was the daddy, she the mommy, and Naru was our kid.ö
ôCome back, Na-chan!ö MutsumiÆs voice called out. ôIt is time for Mommy to feed you!ö
ôSTAY AWAY!ö was NaruÆs frantic response, as the sound of something breaking was heard soon to follow.
ôWell, apparently Mutsumi passed out again, hit her head, and now thinks weÆre all back to the point again. So now sheÆs trying to put Naru in baby clothes and breast-feed her.ö True, he wasnÆt certain if Mutsumi was really thinking this or faking, but he figured he would let it run its course.
Besides, he needed to recover. Little Kei-kun was willing, but its physical form was soft and spongy, suffering some friction burns.
ôTime to feed my little Na-chan!ö
ôMutsumi, Iùö was all Naru got out before her voice was silenced, not that Keitaro and Kitsune didnÆt have a good idea why her voice was suddenly cut off.
Kitsune, however, was on the verge of passing out from the new information currently going through her head. It looked like she might actually have to pay her rent this month. If Keitaro had had sexùa threesome, no lessùhow was her teasing going to compare?
Keitaro just turned his page, ignoring KitsuneÆs shocked gasp as Mutsumi marched into the room, bare from the middle up, and forcing NaruÆs face into her massive breast.
Been there, done that.
He did notice the time, and wondered just how Motoko and the Hinata Lolis would react when they showed up in a few minutes, to the sight on the other side of the Living Room.
But his mind quickly returned to the book.
What could he say, the author was just that good.
Keitaro couldn't really breath out in space, but felt like letting out a sigh of relief as he looked out across the vast gulf between Earth and the Moon. He silently laughed to himself, leaning against the remains of Apollo 11's lunar module.
Finally... I'm safe from her, he thought to himself. Now I can relax for a bit, look around... Man, it's incredible humans got out here without any super powers and-
His thought process was interrupted when a purple-haired missile tackled him, sending him flying into a nearby hill and flattening it.
Oh crap, Keitaro thought. He looked down and sighed uselessly in the vacuum-Shampoo was cuddling him happily. He applied his strength and managed to pull Shampoo off him.
"How did you get out here?!" Keitaro demanded, knowing she could read his lips. Shampoo gave him a wry look, and pointed at her chest. More specifically, the double-W on her chest.
Oh. Right. Stupid question, Keitaro thought, as Shampoo hugged him again. She looked up at him with a grin.
"Make babies with Shampoo on the moon?" She asked.
Keitaro gulped, and held his hand up to his ear.
"Sorry, I hear trouble! Got to go!" He took off as fast as he could, streaking back for the Earth. He looked back over his shoulder and mentally groaned-Shampoo was flying after him, amorous look on her face.
Naru's nuts, Shampoo won't let up-Maybe I would have been better off with Motoko-At least she wouldn't trap me in a red sunlight room and try to rape me.
In an underground command center created for the purposes of battling crime, Motoko sneezed and paused in her work on the ceiling.
"Are you all right, Motoko?" Shinobu asked. Motoko nodded.
"Just fine, Shinobu. Now help me finish installing the red sunlight emitters in the ceiling."
"Oh... This is for if Sempai is mind controlled and tries to break into the cave again, right?" Shinobu asked.
Motoko was silent for a moment. "Sure, why not?"
Finally... I'm safe from her, he thought to himself. Now I can relax for a bit, look around... Man, it's incredible humans got out here without any super powers and-
His thought process was interrupted when a purple-haired missile tackled him, sending him flying into a nearby hill and flattening it.
Oh crap, Keitaro thought. He looked down and sighed uselessly in the vacuum-Shampoo was cuddling him happily. He applied his strength and managed to pull Shampoo off him.
"How did you get out here?!" Keitaro demanded, knowing she could read his lips. Shampoo gave him a wry look, and pointed at her chest. More specifically, the double-W on her chest.
Oh. Right. Stupid question, Keitaro thought, as Shampoo hugged him again. She looked up at him with a grin.
"Make babies with Shampoo on the moon?" She asked.
Keitaro gulped, and held his hand up to his ear.
"Sorry, I hear trouble! Got to go!" He took off as fast as he could, streaking back for the Earth. He looked back over his shoulder and mentally groaned-Shampoo was flying after him, amorous look on her face.
Naru's nuts, Shampoo won't let up-Maybe I would have been better off with Motoko-At least she wouldn't trap me in a red sunlight room and try to rape me.
In an underground command center created for the purposes of battling crime, Motoko sneezed and paused in her work on the ceiling.
"Are you all right, Motoko?" Shinobu asked. Motoko nodded.
"Just fine, Shinobu. Now help me finish installing the red sunlight emitters in the ceiling."
"Oh... This is for if Sempai is mind controlled and tries to break into the cave again, right?" Shinobu asked.
Motoko was silent for a moment. "Sure, why not?"
ôExcuse me!ö cried out Mutsumi Otohime, standing atop a small stage that had just appeared within the Mess Hall of the fused starship.
As the area quieted down, she smiled and began. ôHello! I am Mutsumi, and this is my good friend, Kei-kun, also know as Keitaro Urashima, and his Aunt Haruka!ö
WHACK!
ôOW!ö cried Keitaro, looking at his aunt. ôWhy did I get hit!? Mutsumi called you my Aunt!ö
WHACK!
ôDamn it!ö he cried again, as he glared at her fan. One dayà
ôAnyway, since many of you have been asking about the reltionships between men and women, I decided to help you all and give a practical demonstration!ö
Paling, Keitaro turned to his Aunt.
WHACK! ôNot me,ö Haruka growled, before putting her fan away and turning, mumbling about stupid realities without cigarettes.
ôOh thank God!ö
ôà What was that?ö growled Haruka.
ôUmà I donÆt think I can correct myself and survive the resulting head trauma.ö
ôGET ON WITH IT!ö cried one of the female pirates in the back of NirvanaÆs Mess.
ôAnyway,ö stated Mutsumi, ôI asked if any of my friends wanted to help todayùö
ôSU STILL WANTS TO HELP!ö cried the tan princess of Molmol.
Keitaro just shuddered, remembering the last time Kaolla had tried to help. He was still picking pieces of those clones out of his clothes. ôUm à too soon for Loli,ö he stated, hoping it would calm her down.
ôKEITARO/URASHIMA!ö
It also set off Naru and Motoko.
ôAra, you two will just have to wait your turn,ö Mutsumi stated in as stern a manner as she couldùwhich wasnÆt very much. ôAnd we donÆt have time for æFun FoursomesÆ today.ö
The two somehow managed to pale and blush at the same time, before sitting down.
Shinobu was crying slightly, saddened that her Sempai was about to be [ut on display for these shameless women who would demand him to satiate their vile and unfrgiving lusts!
DonÆt think her stupid, she still held the camera steady. She wasnÆt going to miss getting some collectables.
ôNow, first up, is to show you this,ö Mutsumi stated, before performing a trick she had practiced dilligently since her first encounter with a kind old man in Nerima.
Keitaro blinked. ôWhy do I feel a draft?ö
ôWHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?ö cried one of the pirates.
ôOh, thatÆs Little Kei-kun, otherwise known as a penis,ö Mutsumi offered.
Keitaro blinked, before looking down. Yep, he was naked.
ôEWWWWW!ö cried several of the women, even as the room lit up in rapid flashes from ShinobuÆs camera.
And now, I will no longer have erections, Keitaro thought bitterly. He knew he wasnÆt carrying an Oni club here, but even his ego had limits.
ôAnd now, Lesson Two,ö Mutsumi replied.
Keitaro blinked, as everything went dark, before he realized that something was covering his eyes. Reaching up, he removed the item, pulling it back to get a look à and noticing it was MutsumiÆs dress. Well à this wonÆt end well, was his last thought, as he turned, confirming the Watermelon Turtle Princess was indeed naked à and looking at him with a look he knew all too well.
I hope the medical technology here can help me live after this.
ôBANZAI!ö cried Mutsumi, as she tackled him.
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Hibiki could only stare, taking in the differences before him. After all, he still recalled when such a demonstration had been given by another pair of Loopers who ventured into his life.
Though à it didnÆt look like this one would be tough enough to help him deal with the crew of females whow ould want to explore sex.
ôHARUKA! HELP ME!ö
ôSorry, nephew; IÆm not into that sort of stuff,ö Haruka replied, before walking off the stage.
Actually, it looked like the new Looper wouldnÆt even be around to deal with his own women after today.
He blinked for a moment, as he felt a tugging on his shirt. Looking down, he saw Dita was kneeling between his legs, a puppy-dog look to her eyes, as she stared right back.
ôCan I see Little Mr. Alien?ö
He could only twitch slightly. There were so many ways this could end badly for him, and he knew from previous experience, it most likely would.
Of course, they would appear in the variant where IÆm the only male on this ship, he thought sadly, as the sound of his zipper being lowered reached his ears.
As the area quieted down, she smiled and began. ôHello! I am Mutsumi, and this is my good friend, Kei-kun, also know as Keitaro Urashima, and his Aunt Haruka!ö
WHACK!
ôOW!ö cried Keitaro, looking at his aunt. ôWhy did I get hit!? Mutsumi called you my Aunt!ö
WHACK!
ôDamn it!ö he cried again, as he glared at her fan. One dayà
ôAnyway, since many of you have been asking about the reltionships between men and women, I decided to help you all and give a practical demonstration!ö
Paling, Keitaro turned to his Aunt.
WHACK! ôNot me,ö Haruka growled, before putting her fan away and turning, mumbling about stupid realities without cigarettes.
ôOh thank God!ö
ôà What was that?ö growled Haruka.
ôUmà I donÆt think I can correct myself and survive the resulting head trauma.ö
ôGET ON WITH IT!ö cried one of the female pirates in the back of NirvanaÆs Mess.
ôAnyway,ö stated Mutsumi, ôI asked if any of my friends wanted to help todayùö
ôSU STILL WANTS TO HELP!ö cried the tan princess of Molmol.
Keitaro just shuddered, remembering the last time Kaolla had tried to help. He was still picking pieces of those clones out of his clothes. ôUm à too soon for Loli,ö he stated, hoping it would calm her down.
ôKEITARO/URASHIMA!ö
It also set off Naru and Motoko.
ôAra, you two will just have to wait your turn,ö Mutsumi stated in as stern a manner as she couldùwhich wasnÆt very much. ôAnd we donÆt have time for æFun FoursomesÆ today.ö
The two somehow managed to pale and blush at the same time, before sitting down.
Shinobu was crying slightly, saddened that her Sempai was about to be [ut on display for these shameless women who would demand him to satiate their vile and unfrgiving lusts!
DonÆt think her stupid, she still held the camera steady. She wasnÆt going to miss getting some collectables.
ôNow, first up, is to show you this,ö Mutsumi stated, before performing a trick she had practiced dilligently since her first encounter with a kind old man in Nerima.
Keitaro blinked. ôWhy do I feel a draft?ö
ôWHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?ö cried one of the pirates.
ôOh, thatÆs Little Kei-kun, otherwise known as a penis,ö Mutsumi offered.
Keitaro blinked, before looking down. Yep, he was naked.
ôEWWWWW!ö cried several of the women, even as the room lit up in rapid flashes from ShinobuÆs camera.
And now, I will no longer have erections, Keitaro thought bitterly. He knew he wasnÆt carrying an Oni club here, but even his ego had limits.
ôAnd now, Lesson Two,ö Mutsumi replied.
Keitaro blinked, as everything went dark, before he realized that something was covering his eyes. Reaching up, he removed the item, pulling it back to get a look à and noticing it was MutsumiÆs dress. Well à this wonÆt end well, was his last thought, as he turned, confirming the Watermelon Turtle Princess was indeed naked à and looking at him with a look he knew all too well.
I hope the medical technology here can help me live after this.
ôBANZAI!ö cried Mutsumi, as she tackled him.
<hr>
Hibiki could only stare, taking in the differences before him. After all, he still recalled when such a demonstration had been given by another pair of Loopers who ventured into his life.
Though à it didnÆt look like this one would be tough enough to help him deal with the crew of females whow ould want to explore sex.
ôHARUKA! HELP ME!ö
ôSorry, nephew; IÆm not into that sort of stuff,ö Haruka replied, before walking off the stage.
Actually, it looked like the new Looper wouldnÆt even be around to deal with his own women after today.
He blinked for a moment, as he felt a tugging on his shirt. Looking down, he saw Dita was kneeling between his legs, a puppy-dog look to her eyes, as she stared right back.
ôCan I see Little Mr. Alien?ö
He could only twitch slightly. There were so many ways this could end badly for him, and he knew from previous experience, it most likely would.
Of course, they would appear in the variant where IÆm the only male on this ship, he thought sadly, as the sound of his zipper being lowered reached his ears.
Why do you think I said "lesser"? Eiken has fanservice as it's major reason for existence, Vandread has it as one of the major reasons. So let us compare:
Eiken has a couple dozen girls with HUGE boobs, and a girl with way too much free time on her hands (Kirika).
Vandread has a ship filled with about 150 good looking girls, and a bunch of robots that want to kill off humanity (the Harvesters).
...Yeah, on comparison, I... have lost track of where I was going with this...
Eiken has a couple dozen girls with HUGE boobs, and a girl with way too much free time on her hands (Kirika).
Vandread has a ship filled with about 150 good looking girls, and a bunch of robots that want to kill off humanity (the Harvesters).
...Yeah, on comparison, I... have lost track of where I was going with this...
I really shouldn't listened to the Tales From The Crypt: Have Yourself A Scary Little Christmas album songs...
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Christmas was being celebrated at the Hinata-sou this night.
Snow continued to descend from the sky accompanied by a chilly wind.
Unfortunately the Christmas being celebrated in this time loop was quite out of the ordinary...
"...Deck the hall with parts of Charlie... Fa la la la la la la la la...." the petite chef sang happily like a siren leading sailors to certain doom. Her blue eyes were filled with glee as she decorated the Hinata-sou with her sempai who was preoccupied at the moment with the Christmas tree he was decorating.
Most people would recognize her as Shinobu Maehara; but it wasn't like any of the more normal incarnations of the young girl û for this Shinobu was a time looper and most importantly a cannibalistic serial killer who partook in the consumption of human flesh of mutilated victims, be they alive or dead.
And her sempai wasn't any better considering that he was also a time looper: the going under the callsign Postal Keitaro and predictably went on postal rampages that often cost the lives of anyone or anything that crossed his path even the other looper incarnations of himself. Now he was just decorating the Christmas...with the remains of several corpses slain by his or his accomplice's hand.
The remains of Cop Keitaro, Sith Keitaro, Kaolla Su, Haruka Urashima, Seta Noriyasu, Motoko Aoyama, Mitsune Konno, Kentaro Sakata, Masayuki Haitana and Kimiaki Shirai were used to decorate the halls of the Hinata-sou and the Christmas tree by the two lethal looper lunatics.
But the crowning piece hanging on the Christmas was the head of Naru Narusegawa on top of the grotesque Christmas tree, the rest Cannibal Shinobu-chan had confiscated as the main Christmas course for her.. and him if he was up to cannibalism again..
"We wished you'd bury the Missus... We wished you'd bury the Missus... We wished you'd bury the Missus... It's been a long year..." Keitaro sang as he hung up the skull his Sith looper self on a branch.
"I just love Christmas! Don't you, sempai?" Shinobu chirped happily while munching on a half-eaten finger.
"Sure do, Shinobu-chan," Postal Keitaro flashed her a smile, "All our victims never saw that coming!" he ended his sentence by tittering madly.
When they were done with their grisly task, Keitaro called Shinobu over to large sack that was twitching.
"What's that, Urashima-sempai?" Shinobu had a cute but hungry look on her face as she chewed on the cleanly-picked finger bone.
"My Christmas gift to you, of course, my dear?" the postal looper revealed and opened the sack.
The live contents in the sack were revealed to be Sarah MacDougal and Hina Urashima tied up and gagged, staring at them with bottomless horror...
"Why, sempai!" Shinobu gasped, "You know that lamb Amirstan is my favourite and you're giving it to me as a gift on Christmas!"
"Anything to appease your endless hunger, Shinobu-chan," Keitaro waved her off.
(But just you wait, my sempai! When you're not watching your back your going to be my next Christmas dish!) Shinobu thought sweetly as her body tingled in a cute way.
(When she lets her guard down, I'm going to chop her up with the axe and make her my greatest Christmas ornament!) Postal Keitaro thought with a twisted grin on his face as his hands began to twitch.
The Cryptkeeper chuckled with glee as the kiddies who invited him over for Cryptmas and were entertaining him by singing his own Christmas "songs" and planning to murder one another. He himself had prepared a trap for the santa named Mai and her reindeer Pedro and would probably get the boy named Santa stuck in his quicksand trap as well!
They sure didn't make Christmas like they used to...And was that a Bolo he was seeing through the window, bulldozing through town and aiming all its armaments at the inn-turned-dormitory?
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Note: Bolo Shinobu is pissed as hell!!!
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Christmas was being celebrated at the Hinata-sou this night.
Snow continued to descend from the sky accompanied by a chilly wind.
Unfortunately the Christmas being celebrated in this time loop was quite out of the ordinary...
"...Deck the hall with parts of Charlie... Fa la la la la la la la la...." the petite chef sang happily like a siren leading sailors to certain doom. Her blue eyes were filled with glee as she decorated the Hinata-sou with her sempai who was preoccupied at the moment with the Christmas tree he was decorating.
Most people would recognize her as Shinobu Maehara; but it wasn't like any of the more normal incarnations of the young girl û for this Shinobu was a time looper and most importantly a cannibalistic serial killer who partook in the consumption of human flesh of mutilated victims, be they alive or dead.
And her sempai wasn't any better considering that he was also a time looper: the going under the callsign Postal Keitaro and predictably went on postal rampages that often cost the lives of anyone or anything that crossed his path even the other looper incarnations of himself. Now he was just decorating the Christmas...with the remains of several corpses slain by his or his accomplice's hand.
The remains of Cop Keitaro, Sith Keitaro, Kaolla Su, Haruka Urashima, Seta Noriyasu, Motoko Aoyama, Mitsune Konno, Kentaro Sakata, Masayuki Haitana and Kimiaki Shirai were used to decorate the halls of the Hinata-sou and the Christmas tree by the two lethal looper lunatics.
But the crowning piece hanging on the Christmas was the head of Naru Narusegawa on top of the grotesque Christmas tree, the rest Cannibal Shinobu-chan had confiscated as the main Christmas course for her.. and him if he was up to cannibalism again..
"We wished you'd bury the Missus... We wished you'd bury the Missus... We wished you'd bury the Missus... It's been a long year..." Keitaro sang as he hung up the skull his Sith looper self on a branch.
"I just love Christmas! Don't you, sempai?" Shinobu chirped happily while munching on a half-eaten finger.
"Sure do, Shinobu-chan," Postal Keitaro flashed her a smile, "All our victims never saw that coming!" he ended his sentence by tittering madly.
When they were done with their grisly task, Keitaro called Shinobu over to large sack that was twitching.
"What's that, Urashima-sempai?" Shinobu had a cute but hungry look on her face as she chewed on the cleanly-picked finger bone.
"My Christmas gift to you, of course, my dear?" the postal looper revealed and opened the sack.
The live contents in the sack were revealed to be Sarah MacDougal and Hina Urashima tied up and gagged, staring at them with bottomless horror...
"Why, sempai!" Shinobu gasped, "You know that lamb Amirstan is my favourite and you're giving it to me as a gift on Christmas!"
"Anything to appease your endless hunger, Shinobu-chan," Keitaro waved her off.
(But just you wait, my sempai! When you're not watching your back your going to be my next Christmas dish!) Shinobu thought sweetly as her body tingled in a cute way.
(When she lets her guard down, I'm going to chop her up with the axe and make her my greatest Christmas ornament!) Postal Keitaro thought with a twisted grin on his face as his hands began to twitch.
The Cryptkeeper chuckled with glee as the kiddies who invited him over for Cryptmas and were entertaining him by singing his own Christmas "songs" and planning to murder one another. He himself had prepared a trap for the santa named Mai and her reindeer Pedro and would probably get the boy named Santa stuck in his quicksand trap as well!
They sure didn't make Christmas like they used to...And was that a Bolo he was seeing through the window, bulldozing through town and aiming all its armaments at the inn-turned-dormitory?
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Note: Bolo Shinobu is pissed as hell!!!
Another Christmas-inspired snippet.
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The engagement ring that he had just placed on her finger was a simple gold band without any other fancy decoration. And with a sudden burst of strength he had never believed her frail body would possessed she had grabbed him and pulled him with her so that they stood under a mistletoe. The young manager of the Hinata-sou then kissed his embracing fiancÚ gently under the mistletoe on the night of Christmas Eve.
"You're getting better at kissing, Urashima-kun," she smiled at him as her eyes opened more, revealing her gentle brown eyes that never failed to make him feel at ease around her when those orbs so filled with life would gaze at him lovingly. Unlike the normally close-slitted eyes of the resident sake drinker who always seemed to contain an atmosphere of allure and mystique in them hers gave off one of part strangeness and part niceness.
Keitaro looked back with a bashful smile, "That's because you're a good teacher, my love." He then emitted a nervous laugh.
She then kissed him back, and as they kissed she could feel his hands stroke her hair and back until they placed themselves on her shoulders.
"In the future I'm going to be Mrs. Urashima," she laughed giddily.
He chuckled lightly. "If you want to I could marry into your family instead, Mutsumi. I don't think Keitaro Otohime would sound so bad after all."
"Maybe," Mutsumi replied with a mischievous grin that would've suited Kitsune more.
He hadn't really expected his girlfriend to ask him to spend Christmas with her and her family in Okinawa, but he wasn't against this request at all and had nodded compliantly to it.
Spending time with the Otohimes was pleasant enough. Mutsumi's siblings didn't seem to mind him being in a relationship with their sister. They had warmed up to him after he spent time playing with the youngest of them, making sketches for the older ones of manga and anime characters they liked. They really liked the one of Sailor Moon sitting on a throne with a content smirk on her face while Tuxedo Kamen and Sailor Star Fighter gave her bare feet foot massages.
Mutsumi's parents seemed to accept him as well, easily getting along with him despite his own misgivings about his own character. But they had scoffed at his negative feelings and told him that he was a nice and decent enough fellow that would be able to make their daughter happy.
It was as he was part of a family again.
He and his family had had a bad falling out ever since he tried to get into the prestigious Tokyo University, only Kanako seemed to have stood by him despite her misgivings about him wanting so desperately to get into Toudai.
It made him reminisce about the time when got along with everyone in the family like the last Christmas all four of them spent together and how his parents and Kanako had praised the Christmas dessert he had made.
"Is something wrong, Keitaro?" Her query snapped him out of his self-induced trance.
Keitaro had a sincere look on his face and sighed. "Not really, Mutsumi," and continued, "It's just that I thought back to the time I spent Christmas with my family."
"They must be fond memories."
"Yeah, they were. My parents and I aren't that close any more. Not since I came to Hinata."
Mutsumi hugged him, taking his mind away from the past. "But now I'm here for you, Keitaro. I'll try talking to them."
"Thanks, Mutsumi," he said and kissed her again.
Unfortunately after the kiss Mutsumi's anaemia kicked in again and she fainted in her beloved's arms.
Keitaro took it in stride and carried her to her room. After laying her down a few of Mutsumi's siblings dragged him out of her room, asking him to play with them.
As the anaemic maiden began to snore, dreams and thoughts started to course through her mind. Like her fateful decision in this time loop to take Keitaro for herself... and to blazes with stepping aside! And in this reality she had made it...
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The engagement ring that he had just placed on her finger was a simple gold band without any other fancy decoration. And with a sudden burst of strength he had never believed her frail body would possessed she had grabbed him and pulled him with her so that they stood under a mistletoe. The young manager of the Hinata-sou then kissed his embracing fiancÚ gently under the mistletoe on the night of Christmas Eve.
"You're getting better at kissing, Urashima-kun," she smiled at him as her eyes opened more, revealing her gentle brown eyes that never failed to make him feel at ease around her when those orbs so filled with life would gaze at him lovingly. Unlike the normally close-slitted eyes of the resident sake drinker who always seemed to contain an atmosphere of allure and mystique in them hers gave off one of part strangeness and part niceness.
Keitaro looked back with a bashful smile, "That's because you're a good teacher, my love." He then emitted a nervous laugh.
She then kissed him back, and as they kissed she could feel his hands stroke her hair and back until they placed themselves on her shoulders.
"In the future I'm going to be Mrs. Urashima," she laughed giddily.
He chuckled lightly. "If you want to I could marry into your family instead, Mutsumi. I don't think Keitaro Otohime would sound so bad after all."
"Maybe," Mutsumi replied with a mischievous grin that would've suited Kitsune more.
He hadn't really expected his girlfriend to ask him to spend Christmas with her and her family in Okinawa, but he wasn't against this request at all and had nodded compliantly to it.
Spending time with the Otohimes was pleasant enough. Mutsumi's siblings didn't seem to mind him being in a relationship with their sister. They had warmed up to him after he spent time playing with the youngest of them, making sketches for the older ones of manga and anime characters they liked. They really liked the one of Sailor Moon sitting on a throne with a content smirk on her face while Tuxedo Kamen and Sailor Star Fighter gave her bare feet foot massages.
Mutsumi's parents seemed to accept him as well, easily getting along with him despite his own misgivings about his own character. But they had scoffed at his negative feelings and told him that he was a nice and decent enough fellow that would be able to make their daughter happy.
It was as he was part of a family again.
He and his family had had a bad falling out ever since he tried to get into the prestigious Tokyo University, only Kanako seemed to have stood by him despite her misgivings about him wanting so desperately to get into Toudai.
It made him reminisce about the time when got along with everyone in the family like the last Christmas all four of them spent together and how his parents and Kanako had praised the Christmas dessert he had made.
"Is something wrong, Keitaro?" Her query snapped him out of his self-induced trance.
Keitaro had a sincere look on his face and sighed. "Not really, Mutsumi," and continued, "It's just that I thought back to the time I spent Christmas with my family."
"They must be fond memories."
"Yeah, they were. My parents and I aren't that close any more. Not since I came to Hinata."
Mutsumi hugged him, taking his mind away from the past. "But now I'm here for you, Keitaro. I'll try talking to them."
"Thanks, Mutsumi," he said and kissed her again.
Unfortunately after the kiss Mutsumi's anaemia kicked in again and she fainted in her beloved's arms.
Keitaro took it in stride and carried her to her room. After laying her down a few of Mutsumi's siblings dragged him out of her room, asking him to play with them.
As the anaemic maiden began to snore, dreams and thoughts started to course through her mind. Like her fateful decision in this time loop to take Keitaro for herself... and to blazes with stepping aside! And in this reality she had made it...
Thought I'd bump this thread with a new snippet.
"...Good hunting...over..." the German pilot lastly said to her before turning his craft back.
"Copy that, Flieger Feuersturm... Psycho Tsundere over and out..." the interceptor pilot acknowledged in heavily accented English and switched to the pre-plotted trajectory HQ had sent her that would give her the highest percentage of intercepting the UFO.
Banking viciously to her right the combat aircraft, with a pin-up figure on its right nose of two men, one with square glasses and the other, older one with rectangular glasses, but all tied up in bondage fashion with ball gags in their mouths, streaked through the skies like a bullet launched from the barrel of a gun.
The X-COM base in Hinata, Japan had given the go-sign for her launch the moment X-COM Europe in Germany had alerted that their newest interceptor, fuelled by the extraterrestrial energy source dubbed Elerium-115 was forced to return to base due to being low on fuel. Now it was up to her, the self-proclaimed top ace of South East Asia to blow the alien invaders from the skies.
The dual pulse detonation engines let out painful groans of strain as she increased the speed of her craft. Despite its sluggishness she adamantly refused to part with her trusty Interceptor who had served her well in combat missions over Mongolia and Russia and many other places around the globe. The Psycho Tsundere had seen many things, like the she and fellow Interceptors Air Vixen equipped with only six Avalanche missiles each had assisted in the desperate base defence of X-COM Hinata when an Alien Battleship was out for blood in a retaliation mission. Missile defences had streaked the air, impacting and detonating on the hull of the Alien UFO while the fragile Interceptors dodged plasma fire and delivered their lethal payload despite being scorched and partly melted. The Battleship had finally turning into a massive fireball crashing down into the sea, drowning the surviving aliens.
She could have switched her trusty partner with one of those slick, new Firestorm interceptors that resembled those old flying saucers of classic science fiction, but she had become attached to the old girl.
Her monitor and radar indicated that the trajectories of the UFO and hers would soon cross paths. The HQ radars and statements from the German interceptor pilot had identified it as a medium UFO class craft, possibly an Abductor or a Harvester class: easy prey for her Interceptor if she got close enough without them outrunning her.
She wasn't worried at all of being shot down, having herself overseen the the equipping and rearming of Psycho Tsundere hours before mission start. This was going to be a piece of cake for her.
Finally the Interceptor got close enough to the UFO, closing distance between them rapidly as anticipation ran through her body and sweat trickled from her brow under her visored flight helmet. The HUD started beeping and began transmitting data swiftly.
Switching on her radio, she spoke to the comm-operator in Hinata, "This is Psycho Tsundere to HQ...." -she pressed a button to transmit live video feed - "...Target is confirmed as a Harvester... over..."
The radio receivers crackled into life. "...This is Hinata HQ... We've received your data... Proceed with interception...over."
"Affirmative, HQ...Psycho Tsundere...over and out..."
Getting close to the UFO seemed like an eternity for her, but finally the HUD transmitted that it was beginning missile lock-on
For some reason she found herself sing the Power of Lard by Lard as she waited.
"...Poison oak really is the aphrodisiac of the gods..." - her HUD confirmed lock-on - "...When people are asleep we must all become alarm clocks.." She pressed the button she affectionately called her best friend and Stingray missiles crashed into the Harvester one after another. Pressing another friendly button her laser cannon inflicted a vicious scorch mark on the grey hull.
Desperately the Harvester began opening fire with its plasma batteries. She rolled her craft sideways, avoiding a plasma blast that would have hit her wing and let loose her last missiles while her laser continued burning and melting the UFO. One of the missiles seemed to have hit something vital under the armour plating that had been burned away or weakened by a laser bolt as the UFO began to tilt slightly down at the ground as if gravity had caught it in its merciless tendrils and forcing it down to hastily meet the ground.
Trailing fire and smoke the Harvester began to hastily fall, its alien pilots desperately trying to keep it in the air while attempting an emergency landing. The following sound as it hit the ground reminded the interceptor pilot of the UFOs she had shot down in the past. Like the time Sky Princess, Air Vixen and Psycho Tsundere had worked together to bring down a Terror Ship that finally crashed down into an uninhabited island.
The radio was switched on. "Pyscho Tsundere here.... Enemy UFO has crash-landed in the Ural Mountains... I'm transmitting trajectory and co-ordinates... over.."
"Acknowledged, Psycho Tsundere... We are sending the Skyranger over to clean up.... over and out..."
Circling the flaming wreckage for the last time, the Interceptor headed back to base.
Naru Narusegawa sighed. The studies were hard enough on their own, but trying to protect the planet and studying at the same time certainly spelled death for most of her private life. She hadn't seen Mei for what seemed like ages. That thieving cat Motoko was trying to steal away her Keitaro whenever she wasn't stationed in the Skyranger with the rest of the X-COM soldiers or in the field. Maybe she should hack one of the Mecha Tamas X-COM used as alternative HWPs and combat drones to terrorize her so much that she didn't have time stealing him from her.
At least when this mission was over she could spend some quality time with Keitaro and enjoy those back massages she loved.
"...Good hunting...over..." the German pilot lastly said to her before turning his craft back.
"Copy that, Flieger Feuersturm... Psycho Tsundere over and out..." the interceptor pilot acknowledged in heavily accented English and switched to the pre-plotted trajectory HQ had sent her that would give her the highest percentage of intercepting the UFO.
Banking viciously to her right the combat aircraft, with a pin-up figure on its right nose of two men, one with square glasses and the other, older one with rectangular glasses, but all tied up in bondage fashion with ball gags in their mouths, streaked through the skies like a bullet launched from the barrel of a gun.
The X-COM base in Hinata, Japan had given the go-sign for her launch the moment X-COM Europe in Germany had alerted that their newest interceptor, fuelled by the extraterrestrial energy source dubbed Elerium-115 was forced to return to base due to being low on fuel. Now it was up to her, the self-proclaimed top ace of South East Asia to blow the alien invaders from the skies.
The dual pulse detonation engines let out painful groans of strain as she increased the speed of her craft. Despite its sluggishness she adamantly refused to part with her trusty Interceptor who had served her well in combat missions over Mongolia and Russia and many other places around the globe. The Psycho Tsundere had seen many things, like the she and fellow Interceptors Air Vixen equipped with only six Avalanche missiles each had assisted in the desperate base defence of X-COM Hinata when an Alien Battleship was out for blood in a retaliation mission. Missile defences had streaked the air, impacting and detonating on the hull of the Alien UFO while the fragile Interceptors dodged plasma fire and delivered their lethal payload despite being scorched and partly melted. The Battleship had finally turning into a massive fireball crashing down into the sea, drowning the surviving aliens.
She could have switched her trusty partner with one of those slick, new Firestorm interceptors that resembled those old flying saucers of classic science fiction, but she had become attached to the old girl.
Her monitor and radar indicated that the trajectories of the UFO and hers would soon cross paths. The HQ radars and statements from the German interceptor pilot had identified it as a medium UFO class craft, possibly an Abductor or a Harvester class: easy prey for her Interceptor if she got close enough without them outrunning her.
She wasn't worried at all of being shot down, having herself overseen the the equipping and rearming of Psycho Tsundere hours before mission start. This was going to be a piece of cake for her.
Finally the Interceptor got close enough to the UFO, closing distance between them rapidly as anticipation ran through her body and sweat trickled from her brow under her visored flight helmet. The HUD started beeping and began transmitting data swiftly.
Switching on her radio, she spoke to the comm-operator in Hinata, "This is Psycho Tsundere to HQ...." -she pressed a button to transmit live video feed - "...Target is confirmed as a Harvester... over..."
The radio receivers crackled into life. "...This is Hinata HQ... We've received your data... Proceed with interception...over."
"Affirmative, HQ...Psycho Tsundere...over and out..."
Getting close to the UFO seemed like an eternity for her, but finally the HUD transmitted that it was beginning missile lock-on
For some reason she found herself sing the Power of Lard by Lard as she waited.
"...Poison oak really is the aphrodisiac of the gods..." - her HUD confirmed lock-on - "...When people are asleep we must all become alarm clocks.." She pressed the button she affectionately called her best friend and Stingray missiles crashed into the Harvester one after another. Pressing another friendly button her laser cannon inflicted a vicious scorch mark on the grey hull.
Desperately the Harvester began opening fire with its plasma batteries. She rolled her craft sideways, avoiding a plasma blast that would have hit her wing and let loose her last missiles while her laser continued burning and melting the UFO. One of the missiles seemed to have hit something vital under the armour plating that had been burned away or weakened by a laser bolt as the UFO began to tilt slightly down at the ground as if gravity had caught it in its merciless tendrils and forcing it down to hastily meet the ground.
Trailing fire and smoke the Harvester began to hastily fall, its alien pilots desperately trying to keep it in the air while attempting an emergency landing. The following sound as it hit the ground reminded the interceptor pilot of the UFOs she had shot down in the past. Like the time Sky Princess, Air Vixen and Psycho Tsundere had worked together to bring down a Terror Ship that finally crashed down into an uninhabited island.
The radio was switched on. "Pyscho Tsundere here.... Enemy UFO has crash-landed in the Ural Mountains... I'm transmitting trajectory and co-ordinates... over.."
"Acknowledged, Psycho Tsundere... We are sending the Skyranger over to clean up.... over and out..."
Circling the flaming wreckage for the last time, the Interceptor headed back to base.
Naru Narusegawa sighed. The studies were hard enough on their own, but trying to protect the planet and studying at the same time certainly spelled death for most of her private life. She hadn't seen Mei for what seemed like ages. That thieving cat Motoko was trying to steal away her Keitaro whenever she wasn't stationed in the Skyranger with the rest of the X-COM soldiers or in the field. Maybe she should hack one of the Mecha Tamas X-COM used as alternative HWPs and combat drones to terrorize her so much that she didn't have time stealing him from her.
At least when this mission was over she could spend some quality time with Keitaro and enjoy those back massages she loved.
Keitaro Urashima stood tall on the bridge towards Hinataso, working to psych himself up for what lied ahead.
Was he not a master ninja, a Jounin of excellent skill, one who never fell to PeinÆs attack or KabutomaruÆs undead puppets?
Had he not made Klingons whimper in fear at his presense?
Had he nt been used to replace Ranma Saotome and made it through a Nerima Loop with his sanity intact?
Had he not survived the sexual and blissful torture that was offered on the time-phased moon of Seiren?
Had he not gone through Eiken à and graduated?
Yes, he had! He was a man! He was a manly man! He knew techniques to reduce any womanùno matter her sexual orientationùto a pleasure-satiated blob! He had sexually dominated each and every female who ever stayed at the dorm!
What did he have to fear!?
ôMommy, why is that man laughing like that?ö
ôBecause, my child, the poor economy has forced the government to put crazy people on the streets.ö
Okay. So maybe mentally psyching himself up was a bad idea at the moment. After all, he assumed that not only was he in a completely normal Loop for him, but that it wasnÆt a Loop where Shinobu was a few feet away, crying about her life.
Looking to ensure there was no Shinobu there, he took a deep breath, trying to fill the life of this place.
Well, that and see if he had to deal with Hannibal Lecter-Shinobu. Cooking scents of human flesh were kind of unique in such a small town.
Nodding that things were safe, he knew what Loop he was in, he knew what he could expect at Hinatasou, he pulled his belt a bit tighter, stood a bit taller, and made his way towards the dorm.
ôMyuh!ö came the cry of Tama-chan-which was odd considering she shouldnÆt have even hatched yetùas she floated before him.
ôWhat?ö
ôMyuh!ö
ôReally?ö Keitaro asked. ôYou sure.ö
ôMyuh!ö
ôI see,ö Keitaro replied, rubbing his chin. ôSo à stay with Mutsumi?ö
ôMyuh! Myuh?ö
ôOh, IÆm sure IÆll be fine,ö Keitaro waved off. Mutsumi had never killed him in bed or in real life. And since she always remembered Kei-kun, he would be safe there à until the Hinata Hunnies went looking for their missing dorm manager to sign some documents.
There was confidence à and then there was stupidity.
And if what Tama said was true, it would be suicidal stupidity to go to Hinatasou now.
Who knew they would be Awake now?
Was he not a master ninja, a Jounin of excellent skill, one who never fell to PeinÆs attack or KabutomaruÆs undead puppets?
Had he not made Klingons whimper in fear at his presense?
Had he nt been used to replace Ranma Saotome and made it through a Nerima Loop with his sanity intact?
Had he not survived the sexual and blissful torture that was offered on the time-phased moon of Seiren?
Had he not gone through Eiken à and graduated?
Yes, he had! He was a man! He was a manly man! He knew techniques to reduce any womanùno matter her sexual orientationùto a pleasure-satiated blob! He had sexually dominated each and every female who ever stayed at the dorm!
What did he have to fear!?
ôMommy, why is that man laughing like that?ö
ôBecause, my child, the poor economy has forced the government to put crazy people on the streets.ö
Okay. So maybe mentally psyching himself up was a bad idea at the moment. After all, he assumed that not only was he in a completely normal Loop for him, but that it wasnÆt a Loop where Shinobu was a few feet away, crying about her life.
Looking to ensure there was no Shinobu there, he took a deep breath, trying to fill the life of this place.
Well, that and see if he had to deal with Hannibal Lecter-Shinobu. Cooking scents of human flesh were kind of unique in such a small town.
Nodding that things were safe, he knew what Loop he was in, he knew what he could expect at Hinatasou, he pulled his belt a bit tighter, stood a bit taller, and made his way towards the dorm.
ôMyuh!ö came the cry of Tama-chan-which was odd considering she shouldnÆt have even hatched yetùas she floated before him.
ôWhat?ö
ôMyuh!ö
ôReally?ö Keitaro asked. ôYou sure.ö
ôMyuh!ö
ôI see,ö Keitaro replied, rubbing his chin. ôSo à stay with Mutsumi?ö
ôMyuh! Myuh?ö
ôOh, IÆm sure IÆll be fine,ö Keitaro waved off. Mutsumi had never killed him in bed or in real life. And since she always remembered Kei-kun, he would be safe there à until the Hinata Hunnies went looking for their missing dorm manager to sign some documents.
There was confidence à and then there was stupidity.
And if what Tama said was true, it would be suicidal stupidity to go to Hinatasou now.
Who knew they would be Awake now?
Shouldn't that be "towards Hinata-sou" or "towards the Hinata-sou", while "lies ahead" is "lay ahead"?
"Had he not been used..."?
Now that's a good one.
For some reason I am flattered over your reference to the travesty that became a running morbid joke which I was guilty of thinking up.
Very true, indeed. Now the only question left is if Mutsumi is awake too.
"Had he not been used..."?
Now that's a good one.
For some reason I am flattered over your reference to the travesty that became a running morbid joke which I was guilty of thinking up.
Very true, indeed. Now the only question left is if Mutsumi is awake too.
