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Love Angel Kurumi PG-13
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: When the gang stumbles into the forgotten tunnels beneath Hinata Sou, Keitaro stumbles across Moe, right? Well, not this time. This girl answers to another name. The name, you ask? Kurumi. Steel Angel Kurumi.
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine. This story deals with some very unpleasant things. If this disturbs you, don't read.
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emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
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/telepathy/
translation
+soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV+
Previously, on 'Love Angel Kurumi'
"Oh, boy. What a day." Keitaro grunted as he sank into the warm water in his barrel. He closed his eyes and allowed most of the tension to just slither off, washed away by the cleansing hot bath.
"Hello, master." Kurumi greeted him as she strolled through the door, closed it behind her and walked up to the barrel as if she didn't have a care in the world.
"Wh-w-w-wh-w-wh-wha-w-w-wha-wh-w-what are you d-d-do-doing he-h-here?" Keitaro stuttered. "What are you doing?" he further demanded as Kurumi started to remove her clothes.
"Kurumi is joining master! I'll wash you, master." she proclaimed and finished stripping, stepping out of her panties with an eager expression. "I'll make sure that you're all clean, master." she promised with determination shining from her eyes.
"Whah-wh-wha-HEY!" Keitaro stuttered as she emptied a bucked of water over herself, then climbed into the barrel with him, straddling one of his legs as she did so.
"Don't worry, master. Kurumi knows what to do. Kurumi used to bathe all the time with master Daisuke." she revealed, then pressed herself up against Keitaro and wrapped her arms around him, her chest pressed against his. A split second later, Keitaro slipped into unconsciousness and the water in the barrel started turning red as blood gushed out of his nose.
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Chapter Two:
"Keitaroooo..."
"Mghlf. Go away, Kr'mi." Keitaro groaned in his sleep.
"Keitaroooo..." the intruding voice repeated and Keitaro opened his eyes, only to come nose to nose with the android.
Had he not expected this, he might have panicked, screamed and tried to bolt. But after the disastrous events of last night, his brain had been wired to expect the weird extremely female android to pop up in unexpected places, preferably as close to him and as naked as possible. After the horrible racket the girls had made after they discovered that Kurumi had bathed with him, another horrible row had taken place once Kurumi made it clear to everybody that she would be sleeping in his futon.
That had been horrible and Keitaro hadn't even been hurt once.
Which was exactly why the situation had been hardwired into his brain. Had only he himself been hurt, it would have been just another one in a formerly seeming never-ending series of painful events for the Ronin. But Kurumi hadn't allowed for him to be hurt and this was what had led to just why Keitaro so vividly recalled the fact that Kurumi would stay close to him, even in sleep. As Naru and Motoko had tried to bash his head in for being a pervert, Kurumi had stepped in to protect him.
The low uppercut she had nailed Naru with, had completely incapacitated the human girl. She had crumpled to the ground and spent the better part of the next five minutes alternatively puking, gasping for breath or spitting up blood-stained stomach acids. Motoko's attempt had fared no better, as Kurumi had taken her sword and thrown it so hard into one of the doorposts that the kendo girl had been unable to retrieve it. When Motoko had tried to nail him with a Red Lotus Fist instead, Kurumi had grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and thrown Motoko through the roof, creating another hole up to Naru's room right next to the original opening.
All further protests about Kurumi sleeping with Keitaro had stopped right then and there, though Shinobu had broken down in tears and ran back to her room sobbing all the while.
Keitaro felt like crying at the memory himself. He being hurt was one thing, the girls being hurt was quite another and that was the reason why his recollection of those events were so vividly ingrained into his brain. He never wanted to see something like that happening ever again and thus his reaction upon finding Kurumi in his bed was a surprisingly mild one.
"Mornin', Kurumi. What do you want?" he murmured quietly, as not to alert Naru in the room upstairs.
"I don't want anything, Master. It's that girl who's calling for you." she replied and pointed to the other side of Keitaro. He blinked and turned his head around, coming nose to nose with Kaolla.
"AH!" he briefly exclaimed, before he managed to muffle himself, slapping a hand over his mouth.
"Keitaro..." Kaolla chirped happily as she crawled on top of him, crossing her tiny little arms upon his chest and stared down at him, either not noticing or not caring that she was crushing his morning erection with her stomach. "Can I play with your android? She wouldn't let me without your permission." she pleaded and made puppy-dog eyes at him.
"Sure, fine, whatever. Just lemme sleep." Keitaro mumbled and glanced aside at his clock radio. /4:15 in the morning. It is way too early for this shit.../ he mentally groused.
"Can I take her apart and see how she works?" Kaolla inquired.
"Whatever..." Keitaro sighed and closed his eyes, before they snapped open again. "What?"
"I wanna know what makes her tick!" Kaolla chirped. "So, please? Can I? Can I? Can I? Pleaaaaaaaase, Keitaroooooo..." she pleaded adorably with him.
"Only if it's okay with Kurumi. Whatever. Now leave me alone." Keitaro muttered and jerked aside, dropping Kaolla to the ground. "'Stoo'rly f'r iz'shit..." he mumbled and slowly drifted off to sleep again.
"Sleep tight, Master." Kurumi whispered and kissed his forehead.
"Zzzzznork..." was all Keitaro was capable of replying to that.
"Oh, Kami... What now?" Keitaro asked pitifully as he looked pleadingly up towards the roof for a few moments, before he and the rest of the girls around the kitchen table turned to face the door where moments later, Kaolla came bursting into the room. She quickly scanned the room, then leapt across the kitchen table and wrapped herself around Keitaro in a very fierce Kaolla-hug.
"Thank you, Keitaro! !" Kaolla chanted as she rubbed her entire body up against him in mid-hug. "Your Kurumi is amazing, both inside and outside! It was great! I've never felt this energized before in my entire life! OOOOooooohhhh, I'm like an ongoing explosion on speed!" she cheered and leapt off Keitaro and onto the table. "And I'm starving! Playing with your Kurumi makes me hungry!" she announced in a loud voice, before she pounced upon a platter of rice balls which she devoured one-by-one at a break-neck pace.
"'Amazing, both inside and outside'?" Naru quoted.
"'Playing with your Kurumi makes me hungry'?" Motoko quoted, before the two of them turned twin piercing looks in Keitaro's direction.
"Yeah, she's awesome!" Kaolla piped up, as she moved from the now empty platter to snatch a grilled fish off Kitsune's plate.
"Hey, I was going to eat that!" Kitsune protested.
"You snooze, you loose." Kaolla snorted dismissively and ate the fish whole, bones, skin, head and all. "Did you know that her energy source is at least forty-seven point eight times more effective then anything else in that size? On idle! I asked her to go for the full output and it fried all my measuring equipment before I could get a reading. It's amazing, if I can duplicate that, the world's energy problems will be solved in one fell stroke! Su Kaolla Inc will be hailed as the world's saviour!" she continued and let out an evil chuckle as befitting of an evil genius on the path of world domination. "And the servos are incredible too, way beyond today's cutting edge technology. I dunno how strong she can actually be if she puts her mind to it, but it'll be very strong! Lifting trucks and throwing them several city blocks away-strong, at the very least!" she continued and grinned manically.
"Oh Kami..." Keitaro whimpered.
"Yeah! Naru and Motoko had better play nice with Keitaro, or Keitaro's Kurumi will kill you." Kaolla agreed with a cheerful smile directed at Naru and Motoko, who looked somewhat pale and fearful. "And that armour! I had to whip out a new and more powerful version of my micro-wave laser cutter to even make a dent in it! When I've copied that, my army of Mecha-tama's will be invincible and I'll conquer the world in a flash! All the world will grovel at the dainty feet of Su Kaolla!" she finished and laughed her evil dictator laugh again.
"Uh... ... Kaolla?" Keitaro interjected cautiously.
"Yes?" Kaolla inquired as she practically inhaled a French roll dripping with banana syrup she'd made herself, which none of the tenants dared to touch any more. For some odd reason, Kaolla figured that lots of yellow curry and an extremely hot pepper paste went well with it and had added that to the syrup.
"You're scaring the other tenants... And me..." he revealed and Kaolla looked around the room with a surprised expression.
"Oh, don't worry. You can all be my faithful minions. I like you guys!" Kaolla assured them and then looked ravenously at Keitaro. "And you can be my imperial consort, keeping the bed warm at night. And day. And morning. And evening. Teh, heh, heh." she chuckled evilly with a feral gaze directed at Keitaro. "Kurumi can join too." she decided after a few moments.
"Of course. I will never part with my master." a robotic voice spoke up and the entire room turned around, only to stare in shock at what seemed like a human-sized mecha-tama with a pink head.
"K-K-Kurumi?" Keitaro exclaimed and stared at the horrifying sight in front of him.
"Yes, Master?" the mecha-tama spoke up.
"Oh, Kami. What have you done to her, Kaolla?" Keitaro screamed.
"That's not Kurumi. That's a Mecha-tama V2 Mark 0,5!" Kaolla replied. "It's a prototype version of an entirely new line of Mecha-Tama's!" Kaolla cheered and tilted her head consideringly, as the Mecha-tama hugged and snuggled against Keitaro. "There are some quirks and bugs to work out, however..." she muttered as the mechanical creation completely ignored its maker in favour of fussing over Keitaro.
"Master? What are you doing with that... That... That slut?" Kurumi exclaimed as she strolled into the kitchen, only to come to a complete stop at the sight of Keitaro snuggling up with the mecha-tama. "Get away from my master!" Kurumi snapped and hastily moved over to hug the opposite side of Keitaro from the mecha-tama.
"Let go of my master!" the mecha-tama argued, staring daggers at Kurumi.
"It's my master!" Kurumi exclaimed, glaring right back at the mecha-tama.
"It's our master. We can share?" the mecha-tama suggested and Kurumi looked consideringly at the weird creation for a few moments.
"You don't look very comfortable, too many hard surfaces. Get yourself a set of these, some soft skin and I'll think about it." Kurumi suggested and moved her right hand down to her right breast.
The mecha-tama glared at Kurumi, looking her over from top to bottom, then down at itself. It cautiously caressed its own metal plating and then turned towards Kaolla.
"You, creator! You give me a better body right this instant! I wanna be soft'n comfy for my master! I want breasts! I want hips! I want supple lips! I wanna be my masters' ultimate sexual fantasy!" the mecha-tama whined. "It's all your fault that I'm not suitable for master and I hate you!" it sobbed and kicked the table, toppling Kaolla down to the ground and launching various foodstuffs into the air.
"My breakfast!" Shinobu cried then looked between Keitaro, Kurumi and the mecha-tama. "My sempai! Waaaaah!" she cried and ran sobbing from the room.
"My... My... My... My beer... Waaaaah!" Kitsune whimpered sadly as she stared at the can of beer on the ground, its precious contents slowly spilling out over the ground. "My beer..." she sobbed as tears started trickling down her cheeks.
"Urashima..." Motoko growled.
"Keitaro..." Naru growled.
"Don't even think about hurting my master!" Kurumi and the mecha-tama shouted in chorus as they put themselves between the two angry females and Keitaro. Kurumi looked scary enough with the frown on her pretty face, but the mecha-tama was even worse, as formerly hidden hatches and compartments were revealed, missile launchers, laser rifles and gattling guns popping out and aiming themselves at the two irate girls.
"My creation hates me!" Kaolla sobbed on the ground.
"My formerly peaceful existence... Gone! Waaaah!" Keitaro sobbed and broke down in tears as well.
"Oh, my..." Mutsumi commented from her seat, protectively holding the watermelon that had been resting on her plate before the mecha-tama kicked the table in a careful embrace, protecting it with her body.
"You can say that again..." Haruka sighed as she lit up another cigarette before the last one had even been extinguished. It was just one of those days.
And knowing Keitaro and his luck, no doubt it would turn out to be one of those weeks, as well!
The mecha-tama waddled over and looked speculatively at the screen, trying to find fault with what was being displayed on it.
The slowly twirling 3D representation of what Kaolla had in mind for the new body instantly had the mecha-tama's utter, complete and full attention as it closely scrutinized its creator's idea of Keitaro's Ultimate Sexual Fantasy woman.
The hair was irrefutably Sarah's, made up as it was in two blonde pig-tails which reached down to the hips of the slowly spinning figure. It did have those two Naru-antennae's sticking out of it, however. The large, kind and welcoming eyes came from Shinobu, no denying that. The rest of the face was a near carbon-copy of Naru's, other then the eyes and a mark on the middle of the forehead which came from Kaolla. Hanging from a corner of its mouth, was a smoking cigarette, which was obviously Haruka's contribution. The breasts were Mutsumi's, no doubt about that either. The legs, long, slender and nicely toned, came from Motoko. Crowning those gorgeous legs, were Kitsune's incredibly sculpted ass. The colouration of the figure's skin, was Kaolla's, giving it a nice golden tan.
"167 centimetres long, 90-58-83..." the mecha-tama stated and tapped one of its metal paws on Kaolla's desk in an absent distracted manner. "Make it 95-58-85. Those girls will be growing, I won't. That way, I should be able to keep Master happy for the rest of his life." the robot ordered and stopped tapping the desk, then looked at the monitor again before it turned to face Kaolla. "Why are you part of Masters sexual fantasies? Are you a threat to my relationship with Master, Creator?" the mecha-tama sternly inquired.
"Ah? Hehehehe..." Kaolla chuckled nervously. "Well, everybody else got to contribute something and I didn't want to be left out." Kaolla said and the robot mulled that over for a few moments, before it nodded in apparent satisfaction.
"Well, start building me this body with my modifications, Creator. I can't wait until I can show it to Master!" the mecha-tama approved and clutched its clumsy paws in front of its wide chest, letting out a metallic sigh. "Master is so wonderful..." it gushed and Kaolla made silent gagging motions when the robot was turned away from her.
Sure, she liked Keitaro as well, but this buggy mecha was taking it a little bit too far and seemed horribly inclined to utter the sappiest things imaginable.
Kaolla sighed and moved over to the computer again, making a few modifications that made the chest larger and hips wider. After the mecha-tama made a few additional suggestions, Kaolla was finally staring at a naked female body that made even her squirm a bit in her seat. She swallowed nervously and absently licked her lips. Well, if this didn't get Keitaro going on all eight cylinders, she'd have to start looking into building something that could turn gay men straight, or all her own plans for their joint future would go down the drain.
"Motoko-han." Tsuruko replied as she slowly got back onto her feet, dusting herself off.
"Ah, our wayward little kitten." Yuriko commented with a faint smile. "She is often on your mind these days, Tsuruko-han. Why don't you go see her?" she suggested. "Perhaps ask if she would be willing to join us for the training journey." Yuriko further hinted with a gentle smile.
"I shouldn't have to go see her! Motoko-han belongs here, with me! Uh, with us. With us." Tsuruko snapped, but hastily collected herself and took a deep breath to regain her calm. "The date approaches when she will officially take her place as the Heir of the Shinmei Ryu. She should be here with us, learning as much as she possibly can. Not wasting time in Tokyo." Tsuruko continued.
"Seat yourself, Tsuruko-han." Yuriko suggested and nodded at the ground, slowly lowering herself to her knees and putting her bokken down next to her. "We will discuss your lack of focus and concentration later. Your skills are second to none! Indeed, you may very well be the most talented swords mistress to ever practise our Art. But while you have mastered the sword, you have yet to master yourself. A problem which you share with your sister, by the way. But more about that later" Yuriko explained as Tsuruko kneeled down in front of her grandmother with a contrite expression on her face.
"I am sorry, grandmother." Tsuruko apologised.
"As well you should be, Tsuruko-han. It has been quite some time since I last laid you out without a scratch on me. I believe you were barely thirteen at the time. Fourteen years have passed since and your skills have developed nicely over those years. For you to fail so utterly in a simple spar is disgraceful." Yuriko stated and Tsuruko nodded her agreement.
"See? This is why Motoko-han should be here! I am not suited for this position!" Tsuruko exclaimed.
"And you believe Motoko-han is?" Yuriko inquired with a gentle smile. "She is eleven years your junior, Tsuruko-han. Do you truly believe she is ready for the responsibility now?" she asked and Tsuruko looked hesitant for a few moments, before she slowly nodded, but she didn't look all that sure of herself. "If Motoko were to master the sword, I would agree that this would be the better place for it. But it is far more important for Motoko to master herself, then the sword, if she is to take her place as Heir to our school. Only when she has mastered herself, can she begin to master the sword and only then, will she be ready."
"Can't she master herself here as well?" Tsuruko asked.
"Did you?" Yuriko inquired and smiled. "Go see your sister, Tsuruko-han. See for yourself how she is doing. Ease your mind and banish your worries."
"I have to discuss matters with my husband before leaving, but I may just do that." Tsuruko replied after a few moments.
"Invite that young lady to our annual training journey. You're not the only one who misses her." Yuriko suggested. "And tell that young lady that it's not against the law to call or write her dear old grandmother from time to time." she added with a displeased grunt.
"I will tell her, grandmother." Tsuruko replied with a faint smile and grinned as she came up with an idea that pleased her. She would give her little sister somewhat of a scare, pretending that it was time for her to return to Kyoto to become the Heir.
Motoko had always been so easily flustered.
Tsuruko chuckled to herself, until she cut herself off with a pained whimper as Yuriko brought her bokken down on top of Tsuruko's head.
"Focus, Tsuruko-han! Now when the sappy trite nonsense has been dealt with, we will discuss the matter of your atrocious self-control, lack of focus and the ease by which you can be distracted!" Yuriko snapped and Tsuruko instantly devoted all her attention to her stern grandmother, letting out a mental sigh as she prepared herself for one long afternoon lecture about the importance of focus and concentration.
She couldn't wait to see her sister again and her mind was awash with what sort of stunt dear Motoko-han might attempt to get out of having to go back to Kyoto with her.
"Ow!" Tsuruko exclaimed as the bokken made another appearance on the top of her head.
"Focus!" Yuriko repeated.
"Yes, sensei!" Tsuruko agreed in a loud and clear voice as she made yet another attempt to clear her mind of all distractions, so she could devote her full attention to Yuriko before the old woman started striking harder then she already was to get Tsuruko's attention.
The End! ( For now... )
