Chapter 2: Arc 1 Part 3

Finally, the last arc! Good god, it's actually been four years. I am really sorry; life has gotten in the way. But, now I'm finally back, and I hope to be working on these a lot more often! Of course, I said that then too, so sadly, no promises. ^^;; But, now that I have this, hooray!

Arc 1 - Chapter 3

Lala grinned at him, then gave him a hug. "Yep." With that, she snuggled into his side and once again purred in contentment. Rito was tempted to run away again, but considering that he had Lala's tail coiled around his right arm, and that the position he was in was really, really comfy, he decided that staying in place was definitely the best option. And so, he let himself lean against the beautiful alien at his side.

Oddly enough, they were not interrupted within the first twenty seconds of close contact. Even more unusual was that they had made it to the five-minute mark without anything actually happening to them. It was at this point that Rito stopped being acutely aware of his surroundings and slowly, slowly began to relax. Of course, that is not to say he was any less nervous being next to the girl who seemed absolutely set on becoming his bride.

Despite her ditzy and innocent demeanor, Lala's really something, thought Rito, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. She's kind, caring, looks out for everyone around her, and really is very sweet, if oblivious at times. Not to mention that she's brilliant. I can't believe that she manages to invent the things she does. I couldn't even begin to understand the mechanics behind half of the stuff she's made. Not to mention, how the hell does she manage to compress these things to wrist-watch size? Rito shook his head. Wondering how the hell Lala's inventions worked was not something to worry about now. He glanced to his side and saw that Lala had a rather glazed look in her eyes, staring off into the distance.

The twitch at the corner of his lips extended into a small smile as he watched Lala contentedly stare at nothing. The tip of her spade-shaped tail flicked back and forth in a surprisingly cat-like manner. Rito's smile vanished into a furrowed brow of concentration as he remembered what exactly Lala had done with said tail earlier. I really wasn't expecting her to do something so... sexual. She comes off as really innocent. Though... is she really? Or not so much? She certainly seems to be innocent to the point that she can walk around a stranger's house in the nude without feeling the slightest bit of discomfort, but then again… that whole thing while I was trying to go to the bathroom earlier… What in the wo-, no galax- universe am I up against?

"Heh…" Rito let out a fizzled sigh and swung his gaze to Lala, meeting her bright green eyes looking up at him hopefully. Lala's tail tightened around his arm.

"Rito…" Lala grinned up at him. "I have a question!" She bounced in place, rubbing her breasts up and down his arm in what seemed to be a very deliberate manner. He dragged his eyes up from her tantalizing assets and just caught the tail-end of a smirk vanishing into a bright-eyed, innocent grin.

"Wh-what is it?" Lala's tail, which was coiled around Rito's arm, suddenly tightened its grip, rippling along his arm. She stared deeply into Rito's eyes, and he found himself barely able to look away. She leaned in close, pressing her chest against Rito. Slowly, she pulled herself up, closer to his face, dragging her assets up his torso, again in what seemed to be a very deliberate manner. She stopped only when the moisture of her breath could be felt on his neck. Rito, with cheeks red as a ripe tomato, attempted to sink deeper into the couch hoping to eventually escape this anxiety by molecularly melding into the fabric pressing on his back. Time stopped for a moment, and Rito could hear the sound of his own heart pounding in his head. Why am I so flustered? Lala being close to me isn't new! Heck, I had a more intimate entanglement this morning! So why do I feel like my heart is about to explode out of my chest right now!?

It was at that moment that Rito's conscience snapped back into place, and he took another look at the beautiful Devilukean Princess now gazing longingly into his eyes. With cheeks slightly flushed and tail nervously squirming around his arm, Lala mouthed a question that almost sent poor Rito into the next life. It was so simple, yet held so much weight. Seeing that Rito was on the verge of an anxiety attack, it was no surprise that her inquiry was the feather that broke the camel's back. More quiet than a whisper, yet more assertive than the last time, Lala shakily asked, "Do you love me, Rito-kun?" Rito froze. He had been told the she loved him, she had told him that she loved him, but she had never directly asked him that question.

His heart racing, Rito desperately searched inside himself for the answer. Do I love her? How do I tell? I know I like her! And it's true that she's cute and wonderful and makes the most wonderful moaning noises if you twist her tai- Gah! No distraction! Do I love her? I don't know! What about Haruna!? What the hell am I supposed to do?! His face steadily became more flushed, and steam might as well have begun drifting out of the top of his head.

"Ritooooo," Lala lightly whispered into his ear. "P-please answer me…" As her voice trailed off, he felt her breath against his ear. A wet, smooth thing touched the tip of his ear. H-her tongue?! This was just too much.

"I-I'm not ready to answer this sort of thing!" he managed to squeak before his eyes rolled back and he passed out. Lala pouted.

"Aww, sorry! I was just teasing you a little… Um, are you okay, Rito? Hello? Anyone home?" She grinned down at his unconscious body, tapping his forehead with her knuckle. " He really is adorable when he gets flustered like that," she mused. Her eyes seemed to lose focus as she became lost in her own, hopefully innocent, fantasy. Snapping out of it, she shook her head. "Whoops, I need to stop letting Momo rub off on me. Oh well. I get to cuddle Rito now!" With that, she settled herself on his unconscious lap. Unbeknownst to her, a certain someone was watching the display with a lecherous grin.

"So, I'm rubbing off on you, am I?" Momo smirked from the doorway, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. She entered the room and sauntered towards the couch where Lala and Rito were seated. "Well, I guess you aaare being pretty forward today... Apparently too forward for Rito." She chuckled and placed her hand on Rito's forehead, doing her best to get away with touching Rito without inciting her sister's wrath.

As the pale shell of a boy so recently having lost consciousness lay clutched in her arms, Lala turned with a start to see her sister back again. She had warned Momo that this was her time with Rito. But now, she was honestly embarrassed to have been caught in the act of teasing. Of course, she would never let Momo see her enjoying this guilty pleasure, so she settled for the next best thing. Act like she had no idea what was Momo was implying, and shift the blame to someone who seemed more likely to cause this sort of thing. After all, she had an image to keep up.

Lala perked up and looked over at Momo. "Ah, what's wrong with Rito-kun? Did you do something to him while we were watching the show?" Lala stared pointedly her younger sibling.

"Lala, I was just asking you a question, and I just watched you feel up Rito," Momo pouted at her elder sister.

Lala's eyes opened in wonder. "Eh? Really? I didn't hear anything at all! Are you sure you aren't imagining things?"

"I was just talking to you."

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was."



"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Momo stared at her sister incredulously. When had she become so devious? Though, then again, she had managed to come up with many more shenanigans than Nana or herself ever had, even combined. Not to mention that if anyone was going to believe Rito fainted because of the advances of one of the Deviluke sisters, Momo knew she'd be the first suspect. "And it had better stay that way," she mumbled under her breath.

"Fine, you win this round." Momo sulked away, wandering out of the room again. Content with her victory, Lala made herself comfortable on the sofa again and passed the time until her next meal enjoying the 'willing' time spent in close proximity to her Rito.

As all things must come to an end, Rito eventually was brought back to consciousness via a sharp whack on the head with a wooden ladle. Mikan, the deliverer of such swift justice, in her opinion anyways, stood over him and regarded him with a cool stare. "Dinner is ready."

Rito groaned and rubbed his head with his free hand. "Ow..." It took him a minute, but his brain eventually processed the words that his sister had just uttered. He smiled up at her gratefully. "Thanks, Mikan. Sorry to ha-" His statement came to a quick halt as he was flung forward into Mikan, driving them both to the ground in yet another compromising position, his face less than an inch from hers and his hand holding something that was soft, supple, and very, very inappropriate.

From the ground ahead and a little to the left of Rito, a mushy pile of Lala was making some very inappropriate noises as she had, once again, forgotten about the predicament that she and Rito were in that day. With the promise of food so close at hand, she had immediately bounced up, off the couch to twirl around and wake up Rito, though Mikan beat her to it, and ended up having Rito tug on her extremely sensitive tail. Lala being Lala immediately fell at the worst possible angle, and dragged Rito into his poor, innocent sister.

Which meant that said poor, innocent sister's thoughts were rapidly becoming not so innocent as her face heated up under her brother. To her relief, Rito jumped up quickly and helped her to her feet.

"S-sorry about that. I didn't mean to!" He apologized quickly and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. Out of nervous habit, he did this with his right hand, eliciting another couple of stammering moans from Lala behind him as her tail was rubbed against Rito's hair.

Mikan had been about to accept his apology, but at Lala's moans, she opted to wave off the apology instead. "The food will get cold." Rito sighed as his good intentions once again did nothing against the wave of misfortune that seemed to follow wherever he went.

"Oh well," he muttered. "Lala, need some help?" He offered the pink-haired girl laying splayed on the ground a hand, blushing as he did his best to ignore her flushed face, heavy breathing and the drool collecting at the corner of her mouth. Lala, not trusting herself with words at the moment, happily accepted and took the offered hand. She grinned at Rito, and didn't bother letting go of his hand. Rito decided against flailing around anymore and instead allowed himself to be led to the dinner table.

With tears of joy in his eyes, he saw that dinner consisted of finger foods. He looked at Mikan and smiled, hoping that he could convey his gratitude without making a scene. Her nod and smirk confirmed that he had indeed gotten his message across. Thankfully, the evening's meal went by without any major event. All present company happily made conversation and somehow managed to avoid awkward subjects, although Rito noticed that he was drawing quite a few stares in his direction.

The meal was finished in record time, and somehow Rito managed to coordinate his movements well enough with Lala's to help clean up after the meal. It was rare that the pseudo-couple ever managed to coordinate anything, but with his overly responsible little sister observing everything, there was too much pressure on the alien princess for her to cause any trouble. Naturally, this wouldn't last long, considering the nature of Rito's life and apparent inability to escape awkward situations. It was nice while it lasted though, Rito thought to himself as he carefully put away the dishes Lala was drying for him.

It was only after the cleanup that he noticed the presence of extra company. Yami stood in the doorway to the kitchen, observing him with her usual blank stare. Mikan smiled and turned to her.

"So you're going to spend the night after all?" Mikan's enthusiasm was infectious, and Rito could help but half-smile at his little sister's delighted expression.

Yami replied with her usual deadpan voice. "Yes. I had… fun last time. And I will make sure there is no ecchi business, Yuuki Rito." Her blank expression pierced Rito, and he nervously chuckled.

"H-hey there, I swear it's not on purpose! I didn't mean to get my hand stuck!" Yami simply continued to stare at him, unnerving him completely. Thankfully, Mikan decided to step in and break the stalemate.

"Hey, let's go upstairs to my room. I have some things I want to show you!" She stepped forward and grabbed Yami's hand, leading her away and up the stairs, happily chatting with her best friend. Yami didn't resist, and listened to Mikan's chatter.

Rito and Lala watched them go, a small, grateful smile on Rito's face. Thank goodness for Mikan. She manages to do so much. I really, really need to thank her properly for all she does some time soon. That situation could have ended really awkwardly, with my lu- His train of thought was abruptly cut off by Lala's breasts pushing against his arm.

"Ritoooo! Can we go do something?" Lala whined at him and pouted cutely. Too cutely. "I want to have fun with you!" Her pout was quickly turning into a cheshire cat grin. One that was quite frightening to poor innocent Rito.

"Um… sure, why not?" Rito answered and smiled nervously. "What do you want to do?"

Lala grinned and hopped in place. "I built a game! I really want to play it with you!" Her eyes were shimmering with joy and childlike excitement. Rito relaxed and grinned back at her.

"Sure! I'm curious to see what kind of game you built," he acquiesced to Lala's delight. Without a second thought, she sprinted out of the kitchen. Or she would have, if she hadn't been attached to Rito by one of the most sensitive parts of her body. As such, Rito ended up with his face buried in Lala's behind and Lala moaning and squirming underneath him.

"I hate ecchi," a familiarly emotionless voice sounded.

Righting himself with a sigh, Rito noted the blades and maces hovering above his head, accompanied by the angry glare of a certain assassin. "Oh why me…?" he muttered before his cranium was introduced to the variety of blunt medieval weaponry Yami transformed herself into.

When he woke up, he found himself in Lala's lab, sitting in a surprisingly comfortable chair with a built-in desk and joystick. After shaking the black dots from his vision and checking to see that his skull was still intact, albeit covered in lumps, he took in his surroundings. Lala was sitting in a similar chair to his, placed directly next to his, allowing them to sit without her tail being jerked on. She smiled sheepishly at him.

"Whoopsies, I forgot again…," she apologized, then held out a pair of glasses.

Rito smiled and waved off her apology. "Don't worry about it. What are these?"

"The game! Put them on, you'll see!" Lala bounced in her seat excitedly. Cute, thought Rito.

"A-alright then," he said, then hesitantly placed the glasses on his face. Immediately, they adjusted to fit head, then folded out to create a helmet covering his entire head. After a moment of darkness, Rito found himself standing on a platform inside what appeared to be a gigantic spaceship. He looked around in awe, dazzled by the sight of a beautiful planet outside of a gigantic window. Rito was so engrossed in the view that he neither heard nor noticed Lala behind him until she touched his shoulder, making him jump.

She was smiling giddily at him, clearly pleased at his amazement. "So, do you like it?" She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, grinning.

Rito could only nod as he stared at the interior of the grandiose area. "What? How? Where are we?"

"In my father's flagship. My home!" Lala answered, more than happy to explain. "I made a virtual model of daddy's spaceship. Come on, let me show you around!" Rito didn't get a chance to reply, being dragged off before he could say anything.

The next several hours were spent exploring the insides of the gigantic virtual structure Lala had created. Rito could barely comprehend the genius that this bubbly scatterbrained girl possessed, and found it incredulous that of all people, he was the one that she had decided to pursue. The moment this thought crossed his mind, he blushed furiously and shook his head. Snap out of it, Yuuki!

"And this is where we'd all sleep!" Lala interrupted his musing, once again. Rito looked to her, confused.

"Huh, what?"

"Where we'll all sleep together when we're married! You and me and Haruna and Yui and Yami-chan and-"

"Wait, WHAT!?" Rito started. "I didn't know there was anyone else involved! At all!"

Lala laughed and grinned at Rito. "Well, when I was reprogramming my rooms, I guess I got a little carried away…" She blushed lightly and poked her index fingers together. "And I guess Momo's suggestions didn't help anything either…"

Rito groaned. Of course Momo would have something to with it. She's been getting more and more… indecent, as Yui would say. Though, polygamy is… not something I've heard before. Actually, I haven't even considered it once. Why am I being so calm about this?

The realization hit Rito like a ton of bricks in the back of an unruly truck. "EVERYBODY MARRY ME?! WHAT?!" Eyes wide as saucers and jaw on the floor, he stared at Lala.

"Yep! That way everyone would be happy!" Lala grinned at him.


"Well, once you're King of the Universe, Earth rules wouldn't apply at all!" she smiled softly at him. "Papa has plenty of concubines! Mama says that Papa's way too much for any one person to handle."

Rito deadpanned. That was certainly true. Gid was, if nothing else, one hell of a handful. He groaned. Then, another realization hit him. "HOW DID YOU KNOW I LIKE SAIRENJI?!" His brain processed what he had just shouted. "I mean, how- Why did you think I like any of them?!" Lala just grinned at him.

"You're so nice to everyone, and I don't want to leave anyone behind! As much as I love Rito, I don't want to take you away from the people you love!" Rito stood in stunned silence.

"B-but…" he mumbled, trying to comprehend what was being suggested to him. Lala loves me. I certainly like her. I've loved Haruna for years, but I'm feeling more and more for the both of them by the day. Yui is… Yami is also… And Lala wants me to marry more than one? And that means that she figured out I like Haruna? And, and, and… It was too much for him to take. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?"

"Well, you're my husband today! And, since after all, we'll all be living together, it makes sense to show you our rooms, right?" Lala smiled innocently at him. For the umpteenth time that day, Rito was overwhelmed by the events and fainted dead away.

Some time later, Rito awoke, this time finding himself on a loveseat levitating a foot off the floor with Lala contentedly curled up against him. Memories of their most recent conversation flooded his mind, causing (approximately ninety percent of) the blood in his body to rush to his face. He moaned quietly, head aching from the influx of information.

Lala stirred next to him. "Hey! You woke up! I got worried when you fell asleep all of a sudden!" Rito's forehead met his palm. Dear god is she oblivious sometimes. "You must be really tired. It is almost midnight already."

Rito looked up at the digital display of Lala's self-made clock. It really was getting late, and he could feel the fatigue settling into his muscles. He nodded at Lala. "Y-yeah, bed, right. That's not a bad idea." Without thinking, he stood and walked towards the door, only to turn beet red and stand still when he heard a familiar moan behind him, followed by a thump and a quiet 'oh, Ritoooo, my taiiiiiil…'.

"S-sorry!" he squeaked, turning around and helping up the puddle of goo Lala had become. She just grinned at him with a dazed expression, face lightly flushed. Oh dear god is she adorable. No, BAD Rito, BAD! Rito shook his head and guided her to his room. Considering she was there most mornings anyways, he really didn't think too much of it. It might also have helped that he was barely conscious.

This state of his was abruptly changed when Lala quickly disrobed. "Whaa!" his cry of alarm caused her to turn to him, completely oblivious of the effect her body was having on the poor boy.

"What is it, Rito?" she asked innocently, tilting her head in a way that Rito could only describe as ridiculously cute. No, dammit! BAD RITO! He shook his head again, dizzying himself.

"Lala, you need to wear pajamas," he stated, covering his eyes with his free hand. "Please?" Rito asked after a short pause, much softer this time. Lala had been about to protest, but at his gentle request, she pouted and complied.

And so, a clothed Lala lay next to a nervous wreck of a Rito, winding up in the position described in the first chapter.

Laying in the darkness together, the pair remained silent, adding to the oddity of the situation. Both were reflecting heavily on the day's unusual, even by Rito's standards, events, judging by the light blush and small smile on Lala's usually exuberant face, as well as Rito's shell-shocked, beet red expression. Neither knew exactly how long had passed, but their musings went uninterrupted by any suspicious siblings, on either side. Rito felt his eyes slowly begin to drift shut, and had almost fallen asleep when he felt a shift at his side.

Turning his head, he saw Lala looking up at him, looking strangely pensive and reserved. He raised his eyebrows, confused. As he opened his mouth to ask her if she was alright, she placed a finger on his lips, stopping him.

"Rito…, do I trouble you?" Lala's quiet question stunned him. She sure as hell caused trouble, but that didn't mean she troubled him. Lala took his continued silence as affirmation, and Rito was more startled by the tears that began to form in her eyes. "I'm sorry…" she mumbled, barely whispering.

"N-no, wait!" Lala blinked a few times. "Y-you don't trouble me. At all, really!" Rito placed his unoccupied hand on her shoulder. "M-my life was pretty lame before you came," he said, smiling lightly. "It was just me and Mikan, living on our own. Then you came, and all sorts of things happened," he continued, quietly. "I met you and your sisters, Run, Yami, and became closer with Kotegawa and Sairenji. It's been chaotic, but it's been fun. I wouldn't change a thing. Not for anything."

Rito looked down to see Lala's face, now once again her happy self. "I'm so glad you think so, Rito!" Her smile was contagious, because it had spread to his face as well. He nodded, but before he could say anything, Lala was looking at him intently, a light blush dusting her cheeks. "S-say, Rito?"

Oh god. She's stammering. And blushing. This never happens! "Y-yes?" Rito managed to choke out, steam practically venting from his ears, and yet another blush rising into his face.

"S-since you're my husband for today, c-can we do one th-thing?" Rito gulped, then slowly nodded. Then, suddenly, his face was in her hands and her nose was almost touching his. And then her lips were touching his. And Rito's world exploded.

Soft, and smooth. A fragrance that he just knew would haunt his waking and sleeping hours alike. The face of an angel, surreally close to his own. His heart hammering in his chest, threatening to burst. The feeling of her body pressed lightly against his, and then her breath across his lips.

Despite all the sensations, the kiss had only lasted a few brief moments. But time hadn't started moving again for Rito. No, time became slower as every memory of Lala he had rushed through his mind. The day they met, her declaration of marriage, her defending him, supporting him, trying her hardest. Every invention, every trial, every morning she woke up in his bed. Faster and faster, images and emotions flooded through him, leaving him dazed and his heart pounding in the aftermath and absolutely certain of one fact.

Slowly, Rito sat up. Lala hesitantly looked up, clearly afraid of his rejection. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, careful to keep her tail from being stimulated too much, lifting her to lean against him. His boldness surprised himself as well as Lala, whose mouth had formed a simple 'o'. Gently, he pulled her closer to him.

"...Lala, earlier today, you asked me a question." She nodded slowly, unsure of what was coming. "I have an answer. I-I'm sorry it took me s-something like this to realize it, a-and I'm really sorry that I've put you through so much." Lala tilted her head, confused.

"But-" Rito smiled and put a finger to her lips, stopping her denial of his apology.

Lala looked very confused. "Lala, I l-love you," Rito said, barely stammering on the word that had caused him so much trouble over the time spent with the alien girl.

It took Lala a second to register what she had just heard. But the moment she did, a smile spread across her face and she began to bounce in his arms. With a squeal, she launched herself at Rito.

"Really? Really really!? You mean it?" Rito, though now sure of his feelings towards the beautiful girl who had literally warped into his life a year ago, was still quite weak to her feminine charms. As such, he turned beet red and struggled to keep his composure.

"Y-yeah. I-I do!" Lala let out another squeal and buried her face into his neck, wrapping her arms around him.

"So that means I can be more affectionate now?" Rito blanched. Her… exuberance was something he loved about her, to be sure, but even more…?

"Uh, I-I s-suppose, b-but we should r-really take it slow?" Lala nodded happily.

"Okay!" He smiled at her jubilant response. Lala moved back a little, and contentedly snuggled into his side. Rito jumped a little, but slowly relaxed and observed the exotic alien laying next to him. "Rito?" her voice called, suddenly heavy and sleepy. "About.. damn time.." Lala's voice trailed off into incredibly soft snoring.

Rito shook his head, then lay back and stared at the ceiling. I suppose, it really was, wasn't it? A smile slowly crept across his face. "I love her," he murmured quietly, looking reaching his right hand up to the ceiling. Oh? Her tail isn't attached anymore! But… I'm not moving. With that final thought, Rito fell asleep, entirely unaware of the girl with the golden hair keeping watch from the doorway.

Heyo! Thank you so so much to everyone who has read and reviewed and been so helpful and supportive. It has meant a lot to me. I got out of writing four years ago following the death of my grandfather. Thanks to the continued reviews and encouragement, I started writing again with the help of a close friend. So, thank you so very much. I promise this story has not been forgotten. I will continue. And even if it's slow, it will happen. Also, next arc will be Yami by popular demand over the past four years. Then Momo, then Yui. And, more likely than not, everybody else in the series too.

Also, apologies to anyone too upset with the deviation from cannon. Momo came up with the harem plan a little early, which she hasn't officially formulated yet. I will also implement the characters of To Love-Ru Darkness - introducing them earlier than expected and all. It may even play a part in how and when the confessions fall into place. For example, when he saves Lala and Haruna, rather than him choosing to save both, it might be to accept both. Hell, I have no idea yet. The more feedback I get, the better I can make the story! Thanks!