Love Hina: Biohazard.

Note: I do not own anything to do with Love Hina or Resident Evil. I only own this fan-fiction story.

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Chapter One, The Nightmare Begins.

“Ouch, my head hurts...” rattled Keitaro, the resident manager of the Hinata-Sou. He had been up for most of the night before studying for the upcoming entrance exams at Toudai, and as a result had no sleep.

Nonetheless, he still managed to lift his heavy self off of the futon to which he was so accustomed to, and begin his passage down to the dining area, for breakfast.

The painted walls, the scenery out of the windows, the hot springs...Keitaro, along with the other girls, had gotten used to the area of Hinata-Sou for so long, they knew about every detail surrounding the area. On the way, he walked past all of the girl's rooms, and knew exactly who was in each room, apart from Shinobu who was preparing breakfast. He called out through the door of each tenant's room, and said, meekly,

“Breakfast.”

Keitaro, still feeling the effects of studying too much, walked into the bathroom on the way to the stairs. He began to brush his teeth, and splash his face with cold water. The shock to his body from the temperature of the water jolted him into an almost insomniac-appearing host, although this only seemed for a minute or two. Finished, he exited the bathroom, and proceeded to the kitchen to see if the resident cook needed a hand with the preparations.

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“Shinobu, I've asked all of the other girls to come down to breakfast, could I lend a hand with anything else?” a weak Keitaro asked, as he noticed Shinobu starting to blush lightly.

“Oh! H-hello Sempai...Thank you, but I was going to make a surprise for you this morning, seeing as how you were studying a lot for the exams...Could I make it alone, please?” she hesitantly replied, the glow around her face brightening.

“Oh...Okay, then. I'll be at the table for now. Just shout if you need a hand though, alright?” Keitaro said, before slipping out of the door frame and to the table.

“I wonder, what's the matter with him today? He seems...Depressed...” Shinobu thought to herself, all other thoughts pushed aside. She carried on with the cooking, until it was finally done. She had glanced out of the door numerous times during the process, to see Keitaro just sitting there, supposedly deep in thought. This made her worry slightly more, yet she heard the other girls coming down the stairs, and seating themselves around the table. Naru was second to notice the quiet resident manager sitting there, as silent as she had ever seen him. Small talk began to fill the room, yet Keitaro had no intention, at least not for now, to join in.

The breakfast had been cooked after a few more minutes, and Shinobu began distributing the food among the residents who were all delighted to see their favourite meals, except for Keitaro. The deep-in-thought expression remained on his face throughout the first five minutes, before he actually spoke to the girls.

“I don't know if I'll be able to stomach anything...” muttered Keitaro to everyone else's attention.

“...What is wrong, Sempai?” cried a worried Shinobu. “I made your favourite today as well...”

“It's not that I won't eat anything, I'm just too exhausted,” replied Keitaro, as he was looking at Shinobu, who was by now nearly crying.

“What is the matter with you? You've only done barely a week's worth of studying, and already you're feeling the effects?” interjected Naru, seeing the scene unfold.

“It's not that...I don't think so anyway...” replied Keitaro, before he noticed Shinobu, with her large azure eyes glistening with the tears, ready to burst at any moment. Kitsune and Motoko began to think about what the reason could be for his sudden depression, but nothing seemed to come to mind.

“...Oh, okay then. I'll eat it. Just for you, Shinobu,” proclaimed Keitaro.

“Thank you, Sempai!” She replied, with a much larger smile on her face now, as she rubbed her eyes with her hands.

He began to eat his gourmet food, specially finished with Shinobu's own touch, and found that it was a good idea to eat. Had he not eaten, he barely knew if he would have had enough energy to finish the day, let alone study even more for the entrance exams. Once the meal was over, he glanced at everyone, smiling politely as he looked around, thanked Shinobu heartily, then walked off to start his daily maintenance activities around the dormitory.

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It was beginning to get quite late into the day. Keitaro had finished his duties, and had by that time been involved in at least two accidents, mostly concerning Naru. He sighed to himself, and thought about the sheer boredom of being there, doing relatively the same thing everyday. It was not as if he wanted it any other way, but it did start to eat at him, this situation of boredom, whenever he was alone.

Although he wanted nothing terrible to happen, he did want something to happen that was a little out of the ordinary.

“Well, it is dinner time now...I sure am hungr-” his sentence cut short by Kitsune walking by and knocking him.

“Hey, watch where you're going! I nearly dropped my sake,” exclaimed an angry, but slightly drunk, Kitsune.

“Why do I get the blame around here...even though I was clearly standing still then? I guess there is no rest for the wicked...” Keitaro thought, as he proceeded to the dining area for the next meal of the day.

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The meal seemed to be a huge feast, clearly a harsh job even for Shinobu. There were all different types of food from different regions, as well as the native Japanese food. Simply amazed, the group dived in to grab a piece or two, whilst Shinobu was standing, waiting to see what left-overs would be there.

To her amazement, there was only a plate or two of food left. She collected what was left of the feast, and began eating. Keitaro, who had already eaten his fair share, had a few bits of food left. He noticed Shinobu barely eating some of the food, and offered his to her.

“T-thank you, Sempai,” muttered shinobu, as well as blushing a light magenta colour.

After the meal was thought to be over, all the house mates, including Haruka-san, shuffled around to watch the evening news, like they always do. Yet, what they was about to see would change their lives forever. The shock was imminent from the very moment they had switched the television on, with the sounds of groaning emanating from the background of the rather scared news anchor.

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“G-good evening, there has been an outbreak of a deadly virus from a branch of Umbrella Corp in the region of Tokyo. This virus, named the T-Virus, can render hosts immobile, and eventually turn them into some kind of...Monster. The speed of the virus spreading seems to have come to a slow down, but there is no proof that it will stop.” recited the news anchor, whose sweat was starting to drip down his face.

“This new threat transpired at around 2:00pm today, yet there has been no news of-" Cut short by a loud bang, the Hinata-Sou group could see that the news anchor had glanced to his right, yet what he had seen must have been the most shocking scene in his entire life, as his facial expression resembled a genocidal victim's.

“Oh my god! Is this true!?” screamed Naru, in a fit of fear. Kitsune and Motoko soon followed by simultaneously shouting “What kind of a sick joke is this!?”

Deep in his own thoughts at the time, Keitaro could not help but wonder to himself about the statement he had said earlier. It now seemed that the boredom around the Hinata-Sou was going to be pushed aside to make room for this rather macabre event. He noticed that a petrified Shinobu stood close to him, shivering with fear. “What is the matter? This is scary, don't get me wrong, but calm down! Shinobu, snap out of it!” he cried, as he began shaking her by the shoulders.

“L-l-look at the television!” she whimpered, and to the disgust of the entire group, even Haruka, the news anchor was being leeched upon by a group of three...people, who all bared the same characteristics. White eyes, no pupils, bloody skin, cuts and the incessant moaning that now seemed to surround the dormitory as well as the television.

“Oh...my...” choked Mutsumi, who by now was on the verge of fainting. Kaolla-Su, on the other hand, was more excited then ever, repeatedly chanting weird phrases like “Is this for real?” and “Finally I can try out my new mecha-tama!” Haruka had just finished her cigarette when this news began to hit her. “Well, you don't see that everyday...” was basically all she could bring herself to say.

The time was getting very late, and the group of three hoodlums that attacked the news anchor had vanished, much like the Hinata-Sou group. What was left of the anchor man was no more then parts of his former self, most evidently the arms and one leg. The girls and Keitaro, still aggravated by the moaning around the area, decided to all meet up in the living area to try and think this situation through logically.

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“I-I-I Don't know what to do!?” shouted Keitaro, after nearly all of the girls had questioned him.

“We are all going to die...” trembled Kitsune, taking a sip of her sake as though it would be her last.

“Don't be foolish!” replied Keitaro hastily, which was when all the girls started to listen to him.

“I know that they killed the anchor man, and that many thousands could be dead right now, but we all have to stick together. I don't have a plan, and if any of you do please let me know, but we will get through this...I-I'll make sure of it.” he continued.

To the delight of the Hinata girls, this morale boosting speech seemed to brush any and all fears aside, yet this only delayed the inevitable, as they were all by now quite aware of the knocking on the doors.

“Aaaaauuu! Help me, Sempai!” shrieked Shinobu, who began to hear the knocks and groans at the front door.

“Don't worry, I'll be here to protect you...At least I hope so...” he replied, whilst hugging her.

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The group had gotten together anything that they could use at a later time, including blunt objects, food, and clothing for the night. They began barricading the windows, outer entrances and any other way for the hungry fiends to enter. In the process, Keitaro was helping the girls with their preparations.

“Do you think we will be...okay? I'm really worried...” said Naru, holding onto her possessions.

“Of course we will be. We'll find a way out of this mess. Don't worry, I'll protect you from those...things,” Keitaro humbly replied. Naru, after having heard this, let out a sigh of relief, and a deep look at Keitaro. “Thanks,” she merely muttered.

The other girls had at least one weapon each, for example Kitsune had a sake bottle from last night's party, Motoko had her trademark sword and even Shinobu had a frying pan. The fear was not about the zombies though, but for survival. They all glanced at each other in the dining area, and by 10:00pm, the groaning had only gotten worse.

“Do not let them break in! If they do, all is lost...” screamed Motoko, whilst pushing her back against the bookcase keeping the door shut.

“I don't know how much more we can try! If only the-” interrupted by a sharp scream, Shinobu had guessed that the scream was Kitsunes', as she was the only girl of the Hinata-Sou to not be present, and without hesitation for the front door, ran with Keitaro and Naru in the direction of the air-shattering shriek...

“Damn this...Predicament...If only it would end...Yet sadly, the nightmare is only just beginning...” shouted Motoko to Mutsumi, who was also trying her best to keep the bookcase from shifting.

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Well, there you have it. First chapter is done, next should be coming soon. Please review, so that I can make adjustments. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Love Hina or Resident Evil. I only own this fan-fiction story.