This is where little snippets of my "Love Hina" fanfic "The Wheel Turns" will be posted. To start off with, here is a taster of the first section of chapter 2.
Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina. I'm just borrowing it for a while.
The action starts about 5 minutes after the end of Chapter 1.....
Inside the Hinata Apartments, a full-scale interrogation was taking place in the common room. The subjects under the spot-light, Keitaro Urashima and his British penfriend Donald Johannsen, squirmed fruitlessly against their bonds as they sat tied up on the floor. Looming over them, with expressions of cold fury, were Naru and Motoko, who looked as though they were itching to pummel the two hapless men into a sticky, red goo.
"Nice company you keep here, Keitaro." Donald commented dryly, as he looked up at the glowering pair of girls. "They remind me of my old instructor back when I was a recruit." He began to chuckle, but was cut off by a Katana blade just touching his throat. The look in Motokos' eye made her look very much like Queen Victoria, as in 'We are not amused'. Quietly swallowing, Donald fell silent.
"So, baka, would you care to explain who this is?" Naru asked, with a frighteningly calm voice.
"What is there to say? This is one of Urashimas' hentai friends!" Motoko said, causing Donald to sweat.
"Er, what's a hentai?" he muttered to Keitaro. Keitaro looked at Donald, but then stopped when Motoko began to suggest things to do to the pair of them. Keitaro paniced, and Donald simultaniously paled and went a sickly green colour.
"I say, steady on!" the Englishman protested. "What did I do to deserve this rather rough handling?"
Keitaro shuddered as the girls towered over both of them. "I'm sorry! I was going to tell you yesterday but then Kitsune asked me to get her some more sake and then Su tested her new Mecha-Tama on me when I was coming back..." he began to babble in terror. Donald raised his eyebrow as Keitaro gibbered.
As Donald looked around, seemingly forgotten by Naru and Motoko, he spotted a stately brunette woman around his age enter the common room, with a cigarette drooping from the corner of her mouth.
"What's going on here, Naru?" she asked disinterestedly, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Aunt Haruka! You hav-"*THWACK*
"Just call me 'Haruka', Keitaro." she said to the slightly stunned nephew she had just hit with a newspaper. Donald just boggled at her.
'What sort of a madhouse have I walked into here?' he thought, hardly noticing Haruka release him from his bonds.
"So, Keitaro mentioned that you were coming to visit." she said, helping him up.
"Indeed..." Donald replied, scratching the back of his head. "Although I would have preferred the introductions to have gone a bit smoother."
Donald turned to face Naru and Motoko and bowed, removing his fedora as he did so.
"As you can work out, ladies, I am Keitaro's penfriend Donald Johannsen. I apologise for any inconvenience I have caused by my appearence, but I have only recently arrived in Japan when I encountered your manager up a tree in a local park." he said, in accented Japanese. Keitaro was freed from his bonds as Donald rose from his bow, and hurridly began to explain further, moving around and waving his arms for emphasis.
Suddenly Keitaro froze, and his face paled. As he'd been speaking and moving, his hand had caught on Motokos' kimono. Spotting this, both girls turned red with fury, Haruka said "Oh brother." and Donald dived behind the sofa, shouting "HIT THE DECK!" as he took cover. After several moments of screaming and explosions, Donald looked up from his cover at the huge hole in the ceiling. He couldn't say a word about the unfortunate incident that had just occured, except for one thing.
"Was that a ki strike?"
Feeling something vibrate in his pocket, Donald drew out his pager and took a look. His placid face seemed to harden with resolve, and he marched outside, his mobile phone in his hand. He answered the call, but started walking again off towards the hills behind the Hinata-sou, feeling a slim bulge under his left shoulder with his right hand. Reaching into his jacket, Donald drew out a classic .32 Walther PPK pistol and cocked it on his trouser leg.
"Is it confirmed, Command? If this is a wild goose chase, I'm not going to be happy." he growled.
"Negative, Papa-Mike-zero-seven. We have confirmation of Sierra-Novembers in your area."
"Understood, Command. Commencing recon and running silent. Will call in once area is acertained. Over and out."
Donald snapped his mobile phone shut and pocketed it. Taking note of the now rough terrain, he grabbed a solid tree branch to lean on. Soon, the trees thinned out into a clearing by a rockface. Even someone unattuned to the flow of ki could sense that there was something wrong about this place. Not for the first time, he cursed for not bringing his sword.
The sense of wrongness grew stronger as he spotted a cave entrance that had had thick wooden boards somewhat hap-hazardly nailed over it. Applied onto the boards was a piece of paper that looked very old and weather beaten. There was something written on the paper but time and the elements had left it almost illegible.
"Probably should have the chaps back at HQ take a look at this." Donald said, opening his phone. The number he dialed was for somewhere in the UK, and the Caller ID read HMS Kilburn.
"Command, this is Papa-Mike-zero-seven. I've located the source of the anomalous readings, I'm pxt-ing you the image now, have the high-IQ boys look it over, Stand by."
"Understood, Papa-Mike-zero-seven. Standing by."
Donald nodded, and rotated the phone to take a photograph. Shutting one eye, he sighted the phone as if it were a pistol.
*Click*
Within a few moments, the image was on its' way to Blighty.
"Have you got it, Command?"
"Copy that, Papa-Mike-zero-seven, we got it."
"Good-" Donald suddenly paused as the hair on the back of his neck rose. Someone, or something was watching him. Fearing what he might find, he turned around and saw-
"Myuh!"
A flying turtle. Furthermore, a flying turtle that was waving a friendly hello. Very slowly, Donald raised his phone back to his ear.
"Command, could you answer me this question seriously? Do I sound like I'm either drunk or high?"
"........Negative, Papa-Mike-zero-seven. You sound absolutely normal. Why?"
"Because," Donald said, "There is a turtle in front of me that is flying like a helicopter, and it's waving hello."
Silence from the other end. Feeling very foolish, Donald waved hello back. The turtle seemed to smile happily, and then flew and landed on his shoulder.
"Papa-Mike-zero-seven, this is Command, you're done. Withdraw to your normal position, over."
"Roger Command, over and out." Donald said, ending the call. Putting the phone back in his pocket, and holstering the Walther, he walked away from the rockface, and back to the Hinata-sou.
Unnoticed behind him, on the boarded up cave entrance, a corner of the piece of paper came away from the old planks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina. I'm just borrowing it for a while.
The action starts about 5 minutes after the end of Chapter 1.....
Inside the Hinata Apartments, a full-scale interrogation was taking place in the common room. The subjects under the spot-light, Keitaro Urashima and his British penfriend Donald Johannsen, squirmed fruitlessly against their bonds as they sat tied up on the floor. Looming over them, with expressions of cold fury, were Naru and Motoko, who looked as though they were itching to pummel the two hapless men into a sticky, red goo.
"Nice company you keep here, Keitaro." Donald commented dryly, as he looked up at the glowering pair of girls. "They remind me of my old instructor back when I was a recruit." He began to chuckle, but was cut off by a Katana blade just touching his throat. The look in Motokos' eye made her look very much like Queen Victoria, as in 'We are not amused'. Quietly swallowing, Donald fell silent.
"So, baka, would you care to explain who this is?" Naru asked, with a frighteningly calm voice.
"What is there to say? This is one of Urashimas' hentai friends!" Motoko said, causing Donald to sweat.
"Er, what's a hentai?" he muttered to Keitaro. Keitaro looked at Donald, but then stopped when Motoko began to suggest things to do to the pair of them. Keitaro paniced, and Donald simultaniously paled and went a sickly green colour.
"I say, steady on!" the Englishman protested. "What did I do to deserve this rather rough handling?"
Keitaro shuddered as the girls towered over both of them. "I'm sorry! I was going to tell you yesterday but then Kitsune asked me to get her some more sake and then Su tested her new Mecha-Tama on me when I was coming back..." he began to babble in terror. Donald raised his eyebrow as Keitaro gibbered.
As Donald looked around, seemingly forgotten by Naru and Motoko, he spotted a stately brunette woman around his age enter the common room, with a cigarette drooping from the corner of her mouth.
"What's going on here, Naru?" she asked disinterestedly, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Aunt Haruka! You hav-"*THWACK*
"Just call me 'Haruka', Keitaro." she said to the slightly stunned nephew she had just hit with a newspaper. Donald just boggled at her.
'What sort of a madhouse have I walked into here?' he thought, hardly noticing Haruka release him from his bonds.
"So, Keitaro mentioned that you were coming to visit." she said, helping him up.
"Indeed..." Donald replied, scratching the back of his head. "Although I would have preferred the introductions to have gone a bit smoother."
Donald turned to face Naru and Motoko and bowed, removing his fedora as he did so.
"As you can work out, ladies, I am Keitaro's penfriend Donald Johannsen. I apologise for any inconvenience I have caused by my appearence, but I have only recently arrived in Japan when I encountered your manager up a tree in a local park." he said, in accented Japanese. Keitaro was freed from his bonds as Donald rose from his bow, and hurridly began to explain further, moving around and waving his arms for emphasis.
Suddenly Keitaro froze, and his face paled. As he'd been speaking and moving, his hand had caught on Motokos' kimono. Spotting this, both girls turned red with fury, Haruka said "Oh brother." and Donald dived behind the sofa, shouting "HIT THE DECK!" as he took cover. After several moments of screaming and explosions, Donald looked up from his cover at the huge hole in the ceiling. He couldn't say a word about the unfortunate incident that had just occured, except for one thing.
"Was that a ki strike?"
Feeling something vibrate in his pocket, Donald drew out his pager and took a look. His placid face seemed to harden with resolve, and he marched outside, his mobile phone in his hand. He answered the call, but started walking again off towards the hills behind the Hinata-sou, feeling a slim bulge under his left shoulder with his right hand. Reaching into his jacket, Donald drew out a classic .32 Walther PPK pistol and cocked it on his trouser leg.
"Is it confirmed, Command? If this is a wild goose chase, I'm not going to be happy." he growled.
"Negative, Papa-Mike-zero-seven. We have confirmation of Sierra-Novembers in your area."
"Understood, Command. Commencing recon and running silent. Will call in once area is acertained. Over and out."
Donald snapped his mobile phone shut and pocketed it. Taking note of the now rough terrain, he grabbed a solid tree branch to lean on. Soon, the trees thinned out into a clearing by a rockface. Even someone unattuned to the flow of ki could sense that there was something wrong about this place. Not for the first time, he cursed for not bringing his sword.
The sense of wrongness grew stronger as he spotted a cave entrance that had had thick wooden boards somewhat hap-hazardly nailed over it. Applied onto the boards was a piece of paper that looked very old and weather beaten. There was something written on the paper but time and the elements had left it almost illegible.
"Probably should have the chaps back at HQ take a look at this." Donald said, opening his phone. The number he dialed was for somewhere in the UK, and the Caller ID read HMS Kilburn.
"Command, this is Papa-Mike-zero-seven. I've located the source of the anomalous readings, I'm pxt-ing you the image now, have the high-IQ boys look it over, Stand by."
"Understood, Papa-Mike-zero-seven. Standing by."
Donald nodded, and rotated the phone to take a photograph. Shutting one eye, he sighted the phone as if it were a pistol.
*Click*
Within a few moments, the image was on its' way to Blighty.
"Have you got it, Command?"
"Copy that, Papa-Mike-zero-seven, we got it."
"Good-" Donald suddenly paused as the hair on the back of his neck rose. Someone, or something was watching him. Fearing what he might find, he turned around and saw-
"Myuh!"
A flying turtle. Furthermore, a flying turtle that was waving a friendly hello. Very slowly, Donald raised his phone back to his ear.
"Command, could you answer me this question seriously? Do I sound like I'm either drunk or high?"
"........Negative, Papa-Mike-zero-seven. You sound absolutely normal. Why?"
"Because," Donald said, "There is a turtle in front of me that is flying like a helicopter, and it's waving hello."
Silence from the other end. Feeling very foolish, Donald waved hello back. The turtle seemed to smile happily, and then flew and landed on his shoulder.
"Papa-Mike-zero-seven, this is Command, you're done. Withdraw to your normal position, over."
"Roger Command, over and out." Donald said, ending the call. Putting the phone back in his pocket, and holstering the Walther, he walked away from the rockface, and back to the Hinata-sou.
Unnoticed behind him, on the boarded up cave entrance, a corner of the piece of paper came away from the old planks.