Disclaimer: I own no part of Love Hina.

Yep, it's me again, (aparently) everyone's favorite LH fanfic writer.

For those of you wondering, no, I haven't stopped working on my main story (more like a book, really). This is just a side project I thought up that I can't bring myself to just push aside.

Chapter 1

The light of the morning sun shone through the window of the room of Keitaro Urashima, slowly arousing him from a deep sleep. He slowly sat up on his futon, yawning and stretching his arms out. The landlord of the Hinata Girls Dormitory stood up and walked towards the window, staring out at the wonderful view.

Unfortunately, he was well aware that this will most likely be the high point in his day. On a regular basis, he gets bruised, battered and beaten by some of his tenants. First on the list is Motoko Aoyama. Using her ki attacks, she causes him serious harm at any given opportunity. Next is Kaolla Su. Unlike Motoko, her attacks--coming in the form of kicks to the face--are usually friendly in nature, but that doesn't make them any less painful.

However, these two would pale in comparison to the third: Naru Narusegawa. Sure, her punches are powerful enough, but the effect she has on his heart overshadows that by far. For about as long as they have known each other, Keitaro has had a deep crush on her. However, his adoration hasn't exactly been mutual, as Naru has shown almost no sign of any feelings toward him outside of hatred.

It's that "almost" that still gives Keitaro hope, as there are some moments when Naru opens up to him. Unfortunately, these moments always seem to end poorly for Keitaro, not only because of the inevitable pain coming to him, but also due to Naru's usually cryptic messages. Therefore, he still has no clue as to Naru's true feelings for him, with no sign of light at the end of the tunnel any time soon.

"What am I going to do?" Keitaro asked himself with a sigh. "Am I destined to love, yet be unloved?" His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in." He turned to watch the door open and a young, blue-haired girl step in.

"Good morning, Sempai," Shinobu said timidly. "Did I wake you?"

"No," Keitaro said, forcing a smile. "I was awake for a few minutes already."

"Um, breakfast is ready."

"Thank you, Shinobu. I'll be down in a minute."

The now blushing Shinobu nodded, then skipped out of the room. Like Keitaro to Naru, Shinobu had a crush on Keitaro. Being as shy as she was, she couldn't bring herself to tell Keitaro her feelings. Despite this, it was obvious that Shinobu held a certain affection towards him. The only one who was in the dark was Keitaro himself, and it pained her to know that he may never find out; or at least not until it was too late.

As soon as Shinobu closed the door, the smile vanished from Keitaro's face. Through all the pains he has suffered, both physically and emotionally, he has remained cheerful, but as of late, he found it increasingly dificult to maintain. Pity was never something he wanted, and he didn't wish for anyone to worry needlessly about his well-being. However, he could only guess as to how long he could keep it up.

As he got dressed and went downstairs, his thoughts turned to not if he'll get beaten, but when and how many times; and what his prediction turned out to be didn't cheer him up any.

When he arrived in the dining room, he saw that he was the last one to do so. This has been the case for a while now, but nobody has paid that much attention to it as of yet, which was fine by him. The last thing he wanted to do was make anyone worry, especially Shinobu, who had a tendency to do just that at a moment's notice.

"Good morning, everyone," Keitaro said in his faux cheerful tone.

"Morning, Keitaro!" Suu said from her seat at the table, eager to begin the morning meal.

Keitaro sat down just as Shinobu set the food in front of everyone. Conversations began and ended as usual, but he paid no attention to any of them, still following the morbid train of thought he's been on all morning and then some. The only thing that could break him out of it was Naru tapping him on the shoulder. "Hey, you in there?" she asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, I must have zoned out for a minute."

"You seem to be doing that more and more lately," Naru said. "Is there something going on?"

"Nah, I've just got stuff on my mind right now."

"Oh?" Kitsune said, being her usual nosy self. "Like what?"

"Nothing important."

"Are you sure?" Shinobu asked. "Maybe it'll help if you talked about it."

"It's nothing worth getting all worked up over." Keitaro said as he stood up. "Thank you for breakfast, Shinobu. It was delicious as always." He then walked out of the room, his food only half eaten.


"Something's bothering him," Kitsune said as the girls relaxed in the hot spring. "I just know it."

Motoko nodded in agreement. "There is an aura of distress about him." Normally, she wouldn't care what befell the supposedly perverted man--mostly because she was one of the ones dealing out punishment left and right. Despite this, she has come to know that if he's depressed, or even secretly so, he ends up sucking the life out of the room.

"Do you think he worried he might not pass the next entrance exam?" Shinobu asked.

"She's right," Kitsune said. "Failing three times isn't exactly something to be proud of."

"I don't think that's the problem," Naru said. "The next exam is still a long ways off. Even I haven't thought about it that much lately."

"Maybe it was something he ate," Suu suggested.

"Somehow, I doubt that," Kitsune said.

"Thank goodness," Shinobu said, feeling relieved. "I would hate to think that my cooking was the cause of all this."

Meanwhile, Keitaro heard every word that was said as he sat in his barrel on the third floor, crying silent tears. This was not only because of his own plight, but also due to the others showing concern for him. They never spoke of such matters to his face, and one side of his mind preferred it that way, wanting to sort things out on his own without outside interference. However, the other side of his brain wanted nothing more than for them to quit talking about him behind his back. If they would just come talk to him face to face, maybe, he'd be able to express himself and stop bottling up his feelings like he has for so long. Then again, this has never helped all that much in the fast, as he either gets ridiculed, beaten or both for his efforts. Therefore, with this knowledge at hand, he felt that the only way to keep things from getting worse is to not do anything at all. Of course, this option wasn't exactly something to look forward to by any means.

As he dried himself off and got dressed, he did all he could to try to keep his mind off his problems, but by the time he got to his room, nothing had worked. "Is there nothing I can do?" he asked himself. His answer seemed to come in the form of a sound from above. "That's it. I have to talk to Naru about it. I know the possible consequences, but nothing can be worse than what I have to go through right now." Filled with new hope and determination, he climbed up the hole connecting his room and his love's, pushing the wooden cover off in the process. "Hey, Naru, can I--" His words caught in his throat as he realized he picked exactly the wrong moment to be brave.

Right as Keitaro came in, Naru was in the process of changing. She had her back turned to him at the moment, giving him a great view of her backside, clad in only her bra and panties. Upon hearing Keitaro's voice, Naru quickly turned around, but didn't see anyone. Keitaro was so distracted by the sight of Naru in her unmentionables that he lost his grip, falling back into his own room.

Despite not actually see it, Naru knew instantly what had just happened, and she reacted in her usual way. Not wasting any time to finish getting dressed, she jumped down the hole to find Keitaro laying on the floor before her, a trickle of blood coming out of his nose and a panicked look on his face. "You just can't get enough, can you?!"

"But Naru, I can explain--"

"Explain this!" Within moments, Keitaro was flying out the window, final destination unknown. "And to think, I was starting to feel sorry for that pervert," Naru muttered as she climbed back up to her room.


"I was wrong," Keitaro thought midway through his flight. "It can get worse, and I guess that's all I can expect." Seeing the ground coming towards him at an alarming rate, he braced himself for impact. If there was anything for him to be thankful for, it was his apparent invulnerability. If it wasn't for this, he would have ended up a bloody stain on the pavement long ago. Even though everything thrown against him has proved not to be fatal, it did little to dull the pain, and this time would be no different.

After the rough landing, he got up, brushed himself off and began the long trek home, completely ignoring the weird looks he was getting from the general populace. Within a minute of walking, he happened to pass by a bookstore. Figuring the getting something to read might get his mind off... well, everything, he went in to see what he could find. Fortunately for him, he had his wallet with him. Apparently, he had subconsciously known what would happen when he went up to Naru's room and he had grabbed it without even realizing it.

After a few minutes of browsing the shelves, he found one the caught his interest, and after paying for it, began reading it as he walked. It was at some point between then and when he returned to Hinata-Sou that inspiration had struck. He knew what he had to do, and that the lives of those around him will never be the same again...

End of Chapter 1

What does Keitaro have planned? Who will be left standing afterwards? These questions qill be answered next time. Please R&R! Tell me what you think so far!