AJ Talon's Note and Disclaimer: MagicianXV bequeathed this fic to me as he had no more interest in it. As I loved the onset of it, I wanted to see it continue, and thus here I am! The Prologue and First Chapter were written by MageXV; everything following will be my work. Oh yes: I (nor MageXV) don't own Love Hina, all respective characters and sites belong to Ken Akamatsu. Anything not attributed to Mister Akamatsu belong to their respective owners. No profit is being gleaned from this for my personal use. This is just for fun, not money.

The Refreshing of Fate A Love Hina Sequel by MagicianXV and Andrew Joshua Talon

Somewhere on the far side of the world, high up on a towering, snow-capped mountain, there was a single flower. It existed in total isolation, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, and as far as it knew was the only flower in the entire universe. This was not the case. There were many other flowers in the world. However, it was the only remaining flower of its kind, and its survival was the product of an incredible string of ridiculously lucky events-lucky for the flower, anyway. Not everyone else involved was quite as fortunate.

First off, this flower's descendants had lived nowhere near any mountains. Like any sensible flowers, they had put down their roots in a lush, sun- dappled meadow where they could grow and bloom without concern. They were pollinated by bees, which was fine-that was the way of things, and no respectable flower would complain about that. However, sun-dappled meadows were becoming scarcer and scarcer on Earth, and the one these flowers called home was no exception. One morning, a very large bulldozer came trundling along and annihilated the meadow along with everything in it.

This bulldozer was also a perfectly ordinary bulldozer-it had been built by CAT, and was driven by a tall man named Matthew who smoked cigars. The bulldozer was thrilled when it realized what task it had been assigned was. More often than it liked, it was forced to smash into very large concrete buildings, which was no more fun for a bulldozer than it would have been for a human. There is not a single being in the known galaxy that likes having their head smashed against walls, and neither did the bulldozer. A nice, green field was another story, though-it was all soft and welcoming, and just the sort of thing that an earthmover have could a relaxing afternoon trampling.

Matthew didn't enjoy ploughing through sun-dappled fields, but he had to get paid somehow, and he had a work order that very clearly stated that this particular field's time had come to an end. The job was easy and so it was over fast; before long, lots of other vehicles had arrived and were hard at work constructing a very important mini-mall. Martin, who hated mini-malls, decided that this was a good time to smoke a cigar.

Now, most of the intelligent people out there are beginning to ask, "What in the world does this have to do with some flower? And why do we even care?" This is a difficult question to answer, but let's see what we can do.

By uprooting the sun-dappled meadow, the flowers that lived there were quite thoroughly killed. They lay in a very large heap off to one side of the mini-mall construction site, waiting to be hauled off and turned into mulch. All but one of these flowers were, in fact, fated to become fertilizer. A single blossom-a tiny one with three leaves and yellow petals- was pulled loose by the wind and whisked away. It was dropped into a stream many miles removed from the carnage of its former home, and then shuttled along for days on the swift current. The stream wound along for a great distance, carrying the flower with it the whole time. It was a very good thing that this happened, because the site of the future mini-mall was had also been the only place on the planet where these tiny, three-leafed, yellow-petaled flowers grew.

Now, this is where it gets weird.

Not too long ago, in a place called Hinata, a great deal of confusion had taken place. There was once a man who had visited the world that Hinata existed in, although he wasn't exactly an alien. Reality is actually a very different thing from the way humans make it out to be. It isn't so much different planets or alternate dimensions as it is a vast, interconnected web of stuff, all overlapping and coexisting with the rest. The man who had come to Hinata was from a place not too far off from Earth, but he was in terrible need for a vacation. Earth, he had been told, was a prime spot for some relaxation, because it was so wholly boring. He dropped in for a look and was quite pleased; Earth was very quiet and mundane, but that was what he had been looking for.

That wasn't the confusing part.

The confusing part began when this man had something stolen from him. He had brought along his companion, an artificial being that he had made to keep himself company, and whom he was very fond of. It turned out that one of the humans living in Hinata was also fond of it, and the man was forced to leave it behind. At his next opportunity, he returned and wrought a great deal of havoc on the small town, but reclaimed his prize in the end and returned to his own world.

The way that he had traveled between the two worlds was ultimately the problem. The old man had been very focused on his possession the second time around, and had been extremely careless about how he came and went. This resulted in a few patches of Earth that weren't quite as they should have been; they weren't large patches, and they were very hard to notice, but they were definitely there.

This is the weird part.

One of these patches was, incidentally, directly over the stream in which the flower was being carried. When the two collided, the flower was knocked far, far away from where it should have been going, and ended up on a very tall mountain. There was, unbelievably enough, just the right amount of sun, water, and soil for the flower to put down roots, and so it did. The flower became strong, and it grew to be tall and resilient, and no bulldozer in the world would ever be able to get high enough to tear it down.

Life has a way of fixing things, or at least trying to correct its more foolhardy mistakes. There are always problems on Earth; that's part of what makes it real. The few things that are perfect don't often last, and if they ever do, are so hard to find that few people ever manage it. This flower was a good example of life setting a wrong it had made right, even if an old man with a temper had been required to get the ball rolling.

Magician's Note: Houston, we have setup. Or something like it. I know, that was cryptic and confusing, but just bear with me, especially since this story is being difficult to write. I'll do my best to keep it flowing though, and I ask that everybody not hate me if I lag a bit. Peace!