Love Hina Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Leaf Hina ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Leaf Hina

Author: DhampyrX2

Genre: Drama/humor X-over

Rating: PG-13 to R at some point, well some chapters might go lemon

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Don't sue me, I'm poor.

Summary: Well, here's the start of that Love Hina and Naruto cross I've been thinking about. Reviews are most welcome.

 

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The first thing to come to Urashima Keitaro's mind as he woke up was a sense of blinding pain. Not the usual blinding pain he experienced as he regained consciousness, namely the 'I just got Naru-punched halfway to Kyoto and all I got was this lousy concussion' pain, or the patented 'Motoko saw or heard something she thought was perverted and decided I'd make a good training dummy to make me pay' pain. (Not that Keitaro couldn't sympathize with the latter sentiment. His jiji's experiences with the famed ero-sennin had given most of the Urashima line a healthy understanding of the need to punish true perverts.) No this particular pain was more of the 'What the hell did Kitsune convince me to drink and why do I have a bad feeling about this?' kind of pain.

 

The second thing to come to Keitaro's mind was the fact he seemed unusually warm and comfortable for waking up with an extreme hangover. Oh well.

 

As the kanrinrin tried to clear out the mental cobwebs he thought back to the last thing he remembered from the night before. It took a few moments but finally he recalled that he and the girls had come back from a shopping trip in town, well more like a building supply run for him and a shopping trip for the others, to find a somewhat distraught but smiling Aoyama Tsuruko in the living room of the Hinata Sou. Tsuruko had just come to inform Motoko personally that she had once again caught her husband cheating on her for the umpteenth time and the clan elders had finally decided to annul her marriage and toss the faithless bum out on his ass.

 

Needless to say Motoko was torn between comforting her aneue and throwing a massive keggar now that the jerk Tsuruko had married was out of her life. Fortunately or unfortunately that kind of party was just what Konno Mitsune aka Kitsune had in mind, and Tsuruko readily agreed that it would be a good way to forget her troubles.

 

Things started to get fuzzy after that, although blurred images Kitsune, Kanako, and a disturbingly affectionate Tsuruko did keep appearing in his head.

 

That thought made the former ronin and current manager of the Hinata Sou stiffen where he lay. Well, that thought and the happily murmured 'Kei-chan' to his right accompanied by a strange wiggling sensation a little sigh. One that was followed by two others in the bed, one muttering 'Onii-chan' as it cuddled deeper into his left side, and one near his lap the just purred contentedly in a way only Kitsune herself could.

 

Holy fucking shit. Keitaro summed up mentally as he dared to crack open his eyes to look at his surroundings and see just what had made those noises. To his mounting horror, and pleasure if he was being honest with himself, he saw two different women with black hair snuggled to each of his sides, and a familiar mop of light brown - bordering on sandy blond - hair. Tsuruko-san, Kanako-chan, AND Kitsune. I am SO dead, he thought with a whimper as a small trickle of blood dripped from his nose.

 

It was soon obvious to him that they were all in various states of undress from the generous amounts of skin showing and the feel of them against his obviously bare chest. What the hell happened last night? What am I going to do? What's that sound? Keitaro mentally rambled as he heard a tell-tale scraping of wood above him to indicate that Naru was moving aside the wood that blocked her room above him from his by way of the hole in her floor and his ceiling.

 

"Keitaro are you up yet?" Narusegawa Naru asked as she popped her head in only to freeze up and pale just as Keitaro did at the sight before her.

 

Her face went completely red as Mitsune cracked an eye open and snuggled up to Keitaro's boxer-clad only crotch and mumbled a happy, "I'll say he is."

 

Keitaro paled even more if that was possible as Naru screamed "YOU BAKA HENTAI!"

 

That of course woke everyone in the inn, including Keitaro's bedmates, who all rose enough to see they were in their underclothes at best in the case of Tsuruko. Kitsune was topless and Kanako was completely in the buff. Any thoughts of pleasure, or unease in the case of his adopted sister Urashima Kanako, that Keitaro could feel at those sights was poisoned by the mounting heat radiating off of Naru, and died a painful death as his bedroom door was forced open to reveal a very flustered looking Aoyama Motoko who had been drawn by Naru's shout.

 

Of all the people in the room, only Tsuruko noticed the look of abject betrayal her younger sister shot her before her face went into a mask of rage and she drew her katana. Motoko did not bother with any fancy technique as she slashed at an angle that would most likely do more harm to Tsuruko than Keitaro, although it would severely injure both at the very least, with tears in her eyes and a bellow of rage from her throat.

 

Keitaro had less than a second to react, and acted on instincts drilled into him as a small child, instincts his Naruto-jiji and Hina-baba had insisted would one day save his life. It turned out this morning that their words were true as he grabbed Tsuruko and made a quick series of hand gestures that ended just before Motoko's blade would have struck. With a puff of smoke and a distinctive pop , Keitaro and Tsuruko vanished from sight as Motoko's blade tore apart a duffel bag of old clothes that had been in the corner of the room previously.

 

"What?" the young swordmistress exclaimed as he mind rebooted enough to take in what she had just seen.

 

From there the room degenerated into a cacophony of shouts and exclaims of shock as Naru fell through the hole in the ceiling in shock, only to land on the nearly naked Keitaro in the corner. The sight of the obviously traitorous pervert was all the incentive the brown haired beauty needed to ignore his sudden ability to replace himself and other with old clothes as she proceeded to beat on his with her fists even as Kitsune and Kanako begged her to stop. Tsuruko, for her part was just staring at Motoko, who looked into her older sister's eyes for a moment before she let out a tear and fled the room.

 

The remaining bedmates of Keitaro continued to attempt to talk to Naru until the whole thing was made moot by a shout of "ULTIMATE NARU-PUNCH!" followed by the blasting off of one kanrinrin on Narusegawa Air, one fist flights anywhere in Japan.

 

There was a tense silence for a second or two until Kanako-chan snapped and shouted, "Why the hell did you do that you stupid cow?"

 

Naru glared hatefully at the young woman, before she turned on her heel and left the room without another word.

 

Once she was gone, Kitsune looked at both Tsuruko and Kanako and sighed. "Well I guess setting this up to look like we bagged us a hotel manager for the night so we could tease him in the morning backfired spectacularly. Who wants to be the one to tell them this was all a joke and Keitaro didn't do anything but get knocked out so heavily with booze we could crawl into his bed last night to play a joke on him in the morning?" she asked with an exasperated sigh.

 

Nobody in the room had any idea that it would be the last time anyone from Hinata-sou would see Keitaro for months, or what changes his absence would bring.

 

Some would call flying though the air a freeing experience to be savored. They might wax poetic about the wind in your face and the crisp coolness of altitude that only a select few ever get to enjoy.

 

None of them have ever been sent into the sky by a punch at the hands of Narusegawa Naru.

 

Fortunately for Keitaro, he was used to such flights and used them as a good way to practice one of the earliest skills his great-grandfather Urashima Naruto had taught him, namely how to fall safely. It was also one of the few skills he had learned from his Naruto-jiji that wasn't forbidden for him.

 

I am so screwed, Keitaro whimpered in his head. Not only had he dishonored himself by making time with a woman that had been married less than a week ago and was inebriated at the time, but he had dragged his little sister Kanako, and his well he supposed FORMER would-be-love-interest's best friend along for the perverted ride. "And I used a Kawarimi no Jutsu on top of it. Wonderful," Keitaro sighed as he twisted his body mid-air to right himself as he started to fall toward the ground.

 

As he fell he once again wondered if Naru might be some long forgotten relative to his adopted great-great grandmother Tsunade with that monstrous strength of hers. He knew Tsunade-hime had 'emigrated' to this world after the mess that had caused Naruto-jiji to come here had been settled and Konohamaru-jiji taken the Rokudaime's place as the head of his great-grandfather's hometown.

 

Funny, Haruka-obasan always said Tsunade-hime and ero-sennen both settled in Mol-Mol to avoid complicating Naruto-jiji's life too much. Well that and to avoid certain Japanese laws both found too restrictive, Keitaro though wryly as he flexed his knees just right to absorb some of the shock of his touchdown as he rolled with the impact to do as little damage to himself as possible.

 

Once he landed it took very little time for Keitaro to track down some clothes and dress himself. Time and experience had taught him to hide stashes of clothing all over the area surrounding the Hinata Sou for just such emergencies. Even if Naru hit him harder and farther than she ever had before, he was still skilled enough at not being seen to get to one of his stashes without further embarrassing himself.

 

It was a good half an hour later that Keitaro found himself sitting in a forested area north of Hinata Sou trying to sort out everything that had happened. What he knew wasn't good. "Okay, I've damaged my honor and the honor of several other women with my acts while using ninjutsu again, something I was expressly forbidden to do again after the incident when I was eleven. Where does that leave me?" the kanrinrin voiced aloud in an attempt to get everything out into the open.

 

That depends on you, kit, a familiar and kindly voice responded unexpectedly in his mind.

 

Kasumi-oneechan? Keitaro replied mentally in shock. I haven't heard from you for a while. he added.

 

I felt you using your chakra and felt you might finally be ready to listen to an old friend again, my little one, the kindly feminine voice replied with a touch of humor. I don't suppose you're willing to let me see you as well? she prompted hopefully.

Keitaro thought about the request for a few mome

nts before he finally acquiesced. "Why not? I already broke my ban, and one of the younger foxes in the kitsune clan will blab the second dad summons them because he's too lazy to take out the garbage again or something," Keitaro finally decided aloud. Keitaro used a kunai he kept on him, another leftover from when he was still allowed to practice his great-grandfather's arts, to cut his left thumb at the tip as he concentrated on his left hand and made a distinct spiral deal appear in his left palm. He then smeared the blood from his cut onto the seal and called out, "Kekkei Kuchiyose no Jutsu!" as he slammed his bloody hand into the ground. The result was impressive as a giant six-tailed fox that easily stood taller than the Hinata Sou itself appeared in from of him in a puff of smoke.

 

The kitsune had light brown fur, blue eyes and white tips to each of her tails, as well as a white muzzle and chest. She seemed to radiate an aura of peace and tranquility as she stretched out languidly before she looked down at Keitaro and smiled as only a giant kitsune can smile and said in a voice similar to Belldandy from the Ah! Megami-sama anime, "Oh my! It's so good to get out and see you again Kei-chan. It's been so long. Let me look at you. My you've gotten big."

 

Keitaro laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head and responded, "Heh, you're looked pretty big yourself there oneechan. I don't suppose you could you know?"

 

"Oh my, how silly of me! Just a moment," Kasumi replied with a look of understanding as she shrunk down from her previous impressive size to that of a small horse. She now stood tall enough to look Keitaro in the eye, and to do something she had missed for more than a decade. With that in mind the rokubi kitsune leaped forward and nuzzled her kit affectionately for the first time in years. It had always hurt her terribly that they boy's mother had banned him from summoning, and thus from seeing her. Kasumi had been charged caring for and nurturing Keitaro from the time he was born. Sometimes she had felt if he were any more her own kit she would have birthed him herself.

 

Keitaro smiled affectionately as he hugged the still far larger than natural fox's chest and responded, "I missed you too, 'nee-chan."

 

The two continued their happy reunion for quite some time before Kasumi decided to get down to business. "Now what is troubling you so much that I could feel your pain across the seals Kei-chan?" the vixen asked with a deep motherly concern.

 

From there it was another two or so hours for Keitaro to summarize his current life up to now, including his apparent new penchant for being a drunken incestuous Casanova. "...so now I've ruined things so completely there that the girls will most likely never want me there again. Heck, I don't even want to go back right now. I could never face them after something like this. Motoko and Naru were so upset. I think I might have hurt Motoko's best chance to reconnect with her sister. I've really screwed things up, Kasumi-neechan," he finished with long unshed tears in his eyes.

 

Kasumi herself didn't know what to do either as she motioned for Keitaro to settle into her fur on her side as she nuzzled him protectively. Well, she didn't know what to do beyond tracking down one Narusegawa Naru and one Aoyama Motoko and giving them a first hand personal demonstration of what Kyuubi-oyabun had done to Konoha more than a century ago. How dare they treat her kit like that? Sadly, though, she knew Keitaro would never condone such acts for attacks on his own person, and if Haruka hadn't summoned her by now to remove those pests she wasn't planning to. How troublesome.

 

What her kit really needed, she supposed, was time away from those little harridans to clear his head and think things through. But, Kasumi somehow doubted he'd be away from them long anywhere on this dimensional plane before they tracked him down and started to pester him again. If only she could take him home with her where they couldn't follow... wait a minute. She couldn't take him to her plane, but she did know where she could take him if he went for it. It was perfect. The monkey summoner Konohamaru had been trying to get some of Naruto-sama's line to visit almost since he and Hinata-sama went into exile in this prudish little dimension.

 

"Shh, Kei-chan. Just relax. I think I have a way to help you at least a little bit. What you need is some time away. And a place where things make more sense. then you can reason out these problems without looking over your shoulder for the next attack from some human with too few facts and not enough thought," Kasumi cooed soothingly to her distraught kit.

 

Keitaro sighed despondently as he asked, "Where would a place like that even be, 'neechan? Where could I go to get away that they wouldn't find me and I wouldn't end up hurting them by seeing them again?"

 

Kasumi smiled brightly as she chirped, "Why Konohagakure, of course!"

 

As the touching reunion between Keitaro and his preferred kitsune guardian took place, things at various parts of the Hinata-sou were taking a decidedly less endearing turn as Tsuruko, Mitsune, and Kanako were each going to explain what had really happened and why.

 

"Motoko-han," Tsuruko said tentatively as she approached her younger sister. Even with her back to her elder sister it was clear to Tsuruko that Motoko had been shedding tears in privacy. Angry tears.

 

She waited for some kind of response from Motoko for several moments before she ventured to try to get a response once more. "Motoko-han, please say something," Tsuruko requested in a more timid tone of voice than her sister would have believed her capable of until that moment.

 

"Why?" Motoko finally asked in a dead monotone. "Why him? Of all the men you could pursue like that why did it have to be him?" Motoko asked in that same dead voice as she turned to look Tsuruko in the eye with a furious glare. Her voice grew more fierce and agitated as she continued, "You were still married less than a week ago to that despicable reprobate I knew wasn't good enough for you and our clan and now I find yourself debasing yourself in... in... in an orgy with three of my house mates, one of which you KNOW I have feelings for!" she finished with a shout that bordered on a shriek as the angry tears began to fall again.

 

"Motoko... imouto-chan," Tsuruko tried to begin with equal parts sorrow and remorse in her voice.

 

"Was it just to hurt me? Did the fact I saw what your husband was beforehand make you angry with me? Was it punishment because I let that view taint what I saw in Urashima when we first met? Did you want to set me up to feel what you felt once I could admit what was in my heart? Or was it just more punishment for my lies when you came to collect me? Is that it? I needed to be punished more even after Keitaro and I defeated you so you used him as the instrument of my punishment?" Motoko rambled as she continued to let the tears fall.

 

Tsuruko could take no more as she moved in and embraced her younger sister tightly as Motoko began to weep in earnest. The younger Aoyama tried to struggle in her elder's embrace at first until she finally gave in and clutched Tsuruko's hakama tightly. "Why? Why do you hate me, aneue? Why am I never good enough?" Motoko wept as Tsuruko held her.

 

The elder sister had to wince as she soothed her sister's hair with her hand and tried to explain what happened, "I do not hate you, imouto-chan. I love you will all of my heart," she assured Motoko.

 

"Then why Keitaro? You of all people knew what was in my heart. You would not have tried to have us wed if you could not see it," Motoko asked tearfully.

 

Tsuruko swallowed the bile that tried to rise into her throat as she closed her eyes and explained, "It is not what you believed it to be, Motoko-han. Manager-san... Keitaro-san did not take advantage of any of us. Nor did we take advantage of him. At least, not in that way. He had had too much sake at my party last night and I helped Kanako-san and Mitsune-san put him to bed. As we laid him down, Kanako-san stripped him to his underpants so he would not feel too hot in the night-"

 

She was interrupted there by a contemptuous snort from Motoko. It was no secret that Kanako desired more from her adopted older brother than a simple sibling relationship.

 

Tsuruko chuckled mirthlessly for a moment as she agreed, "She was a bit eager to get him into that state, I will admit. Regardless, at some point, Mitsune-san mentioned how embarrassed he would be at the attention he was receiving if he were awake and how cute he looked when he was flustered. It eventually escalated from there into playing a small prank. We would lie down beside him and be there when he awoke to see his reaction to the scene you and Narusegawa-san walked in on. We never intended for anyone but Keitaro to see it, and I certainly never meant to hurt you."

 

Motoko laughed humorlessly as she listened to the explanation. It was so thoroughly Keitaro. A huge misunderstanding with a dash of Kitsune's mischief thrown in for good measure. Still it didn't answer one question, "And your various states of undress?"

 

Tsuruko blushed as she replied, "It was hot and we were quite inebriated. I think a part of me did enjoy the feel of being beside a man again. And a good man at that. In my defense it seemed like a good idea at the time. I can't speak for the others, though. Mitsune did take her bra off because she felt it would be uncomfortable for her to sleep in, but she still had a top on when I was last awake. She must have removed in on the night. As for Kanako-san, she was attired in her underclothes as I was when last I saw her. The joke was meant to be a bit risque', not lewd."

 

At that, Motoko didn't know what to say.

 

As that conversation was taking place a far less tranquil one was going on between one Konno Mitsune and her best friend Narusegawa Naru.

 

"Come on, Naru, at least open the door. I told you, it was just a joke. Ol' Keitaro was too drunk to do anything and even if he did he never would have been able to handle the ride with all three of us at once," Kitsune 'pleaded.' the truth was she was a little tired of explaining things through a door for the last ten minutes and decided a little extra teasing was the least of what Naru had coming to her after hitting Keitaro like that. They weren't even a couple, despite the kanrinrin's best efforts. Naru had no right to get this upset unless she was willing to admit she wanted former ronin for herself. She should either step up or step aside and let others have a go as far as Kitsune was concerned.

 

"I DON'T CARE! YOU, TSURUKO, AND THAT CREEPY BROTHER-LOVING FREAK CAN HAVE THE BAKA HENTAI FOR ALL I CARE!" Naru shouted for the umpteenth time.

 

Kitsune had had enough. She had explained, she had reasoned, and she had teased in an attempt to calm her friend down. Now she was irritated. "Well, if that's how you want it, then fine. Don't blame me, or Keitaro, if one of us holds you to that," Kitsune responded with an visible eye twitch as she headed off to her own room to get some more sake. She now officially needed something to take the edge off.

 

And in Haruka's tea shop another conversation/explanation was taking place.

 

"He used the Kawarimi to save Tsuruko, eh," Haruka responded with little more than a raised eyebrow.

 

"Yup. Onii-chan was a real hero. Motoko completely freaked out at seeing her sister in bed with him. I don't even think she noticed us at first," Kanako confirmed as she used most of her attention to mentally review what her onnichan had looked like through the night. If only the others weren't there or were heavier sleeper she might have gotten more than a couple of peeks and a feel. Damn Mitsune for moving her face to where she would be aware of Kanako's wandering hands.

 

"I wonder how this will all work out? What with his ban on using his jutsus, and all," Haruka murmured more to herself than to Kanako. The small pool of drool collecting at the corner of the girl's mouth was evidence her mind was elsewhere at the moment, most likely on her onii-chan's physique.

 

Kanako was still barely coherent enough to hear her aunt's musings as she huffed and responded, "The ban was stupid anyway! Those men were going to ravage and kill us. Onii-chan did the right thing when he eliminated them! Just like Naruto-sama taught him to."

 

"I'll admit it was impressive for an eleven year old. Killing one robber with a kage shuriken no jutsu while the robber held you down, yet with enough control that you didn't get a scratch took real skill with a kunai. And his grasp of the Gentle Fist basics that he used to eliminate the second would have made Hinata-obaasama proud, kami rest her soul. But even you have to admit it was overkill to summon Kyuubi-sama. The furball's idea of self control is not destroying the countryside along with his target. Your mother isn't a warrior, or a member of the pact. Seeing what the bastard fox did to those idiots would have disturbed more people that it wouldn't," Haruka countered. "I think it was harsh to deny him his family art. Naruto-jiji would never have allowed it if he were alive, but you have to expect that from civilians," she added as she took a drag of her ever present cigarette.

 

Kanako just sighed as she got a dreamy look in her eyes and replied, "I thought it was beautiful. To summon something that powerful to protect me and punish them. The elegance of what oniichan and Kyuubi-sama did together, it was like a fairy tale."

 

Keitaro looked flabbergasted at Kasumi's suggestion. "You want me to go to Konoha?" he asked unsure if he had hear things right.

 

Kasumi smiled brightly at her kit as she responded, "It's perfect. The monkey summoner has wanted Naru-chan's clan to visit for decades. All we would have to do is send a two-tail to Konoha to let him know you are coming. He would be happy to have you there for a while so you can clear your head. And best of all you can be where your skills and talents are appreciated instead of feared."

 

Keitaro seemed to mull it over for a few moments before he finally sighed and said, "I guess I'm already in too deep to worry about using my chakra like that, but I only know the theory behind the Yochi Tabibito no Jutsu (World Traveler Technique), I've never performed it."

 

Kasumi actually smirked a bit, an expression that while natural on the face of any of the rokubi's bretheren, still reminded Keitaro of another 'kitsune' namely one named Konno Mitsume a bit too much. "I can walk you through the technique, kit. All I ask is that you give me a chance to send, let's say Kana-chan, with a note announcing things, and that you request that you request at least a month or two to yourself if Haruka should send one of us to find you too soon," Mitsune bargained.

 

"Well, I guess that sounds fair," Keitaro agreed. It was hard to deny Kasumi anything, truthfully. She was just so nice and caring it was like a cosmic law that you had to bend to her will eventually.

 

"Good boy," Kasumi praised. She knew just what to include in the letter to old Konohamaru, too. She'd make darn sure her kit never had to be bothered by those abusive harpies over again.

END PART 1