Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Man at Hinata ❯ Hinata Hijinks ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina in any way, but Sean is mine, or should I say, me.

* * * Intermission: Hinata Hijinks * * *

Naru left her room for dinner to find Sean leaning against the opposite wall, a weird smile on his face. “Haven’t you seen me naked enough?” She said in a surprisingly calm voice, despite the fact that she knew exactly what the blue tint on Sean’s glasses meant.
Sean’s eyes grew wide. He could have sworn seeing him with the X-Ray specs on would set Naru off. “Darn, that one didn‘t work.” he said to himself, snapping his fingers, making his hands disappear; something he didn’t expect to happen. “What the--” Sean just stared at where his hands should have been for a moment before he started to wonder where his hands would go. Suddenly, he knew exactly what his hands would do if they had a mind of their own, which might actually be the case. “Uh oh, this won’t end well. Naru!” Sean ran down the hall, called out to her all the while, hoping to find her before his hands did.
A sudden scream from downstairs made Sean fear the worst. He finally found Naru, who was slowly backing away from something; he couldn’t see what it was, but he had a good idea. When he got to her side, he saw two hands floating towards them--his hands.
“There they are,” Sean said. “Help me get my hands back before they--”
Too late. Before either of them could react, Sean’s hands flew over and stuck themselves up Naru’s shirt.
Needless to say, Naru was getting really freaked out. “Get ‘em out!”
“How?!”
“There your hands, you figure it out!”
Without thinking, Sean stuck the stubs of his arms into her shirt after them.
“Not like that!”
“You have a better idea?”
“Yeah, get a room!”
“Motoko?!” Naru and Sean said in unison. They had not seen Motoko appear in the hallway.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Sean said.
“What is it supposed to look like?”
“Um… look, I’ll just explain. My hands got away from me.” Sean removed his arms to reveal the handless stubs. “Literally.”
Motoko was surprised at what she saw--or rather, what she didn‘t see. “I didn‘t think you knew how to disassemble yourself like that.”
“I don‘t.”
“Hello, hands up my shirt, here!”
“Okay, okay, just let me think of something.”
“Be quick about it, will you?! They’re fondling me!”
“Let’s see… got it!” Sean muttered a few words and the hands suddenly stopped moving. “Alright, put my hands back on my arms before they start moving again!”
Naru grabbed Sean’s hands from beneath her shirt and reattached them to their proper appendages. “Now, would you kindly explain why you did that?”
“I didn’t try to,” Sean answered. “I guess I should really be careful with what I do.”
“What do you mean by that?” Motoko asked. “How did your actions cause your hands to come off?”
“I don’t know. All I did was snap my fingers like this…” When Sean snapped his fingers, his hands vanished. Naru and Motoko stood slack-jawed and wide-eyed. “Oh, no. Not again.”
“Where did they go?” Naru asked.
“They’re probably going to go after someone else like they did to you, but the thing is, who’s the target?”
“Well, they aren’t going after us,” Motoko said, slightly relieved. “That’s a start.”
“That’s probably because I’m right here. We have to think of which of the other three girls the my hands would go after first.”
A scream solved their problem for them. “Kitsune!” Everyone said simultaneously.
Sean led the way to Kitsune‘s room. “Let’s get my hands off her!” To him, that was a very strange thing to say, but the others didn’t seem fazed, so he didn’t bring it up. When they got within a few feet of Kitsune’s door however, he stopped the others, shaking his head in resignation. “They got her.”
“How do you know?” Motoko asked.
“Even though my hands aren’t connected to the rest of me, I still feel what they feel. Trust me, they got her. I’m just letting you know now that someone might have to reach into Kitsune’s shirt--or worse--to get my hands back.”
“Wonderful.” Motoko said sarcastically.
When Sean slid open the door, what he saw was startling. Kitsune was lying on the floor, one of Sean’s hands up her shirt, the other down her pants. “Close the door!” Kitsune was half-yelling, half-moaning. Sean slammed the door shut without a moment’s hesitation.
“What’s going on?” Naru asked.
“You want to know what’s going on?” Sean said, looking at her in a you-can’t-handle-the-truth kind of way. “I’ll show you what’s going on in there.” Sean changed Naru’s lenses to X-Ray and produced some goggles for Motoko. Sean’s glasses were still blue-tinted, but had forgotten about it in the chaos up until now.
After the three began watching the increasingly X-rated scene in Kitsune’s room, Naru couldn’t help but make a comment, rolling her eyes in the process. “Should have known she would enjoy it.”
Motoko started blushing. “I don’t need to see this.” She then started back to her room, leaving the goggles behind.
“Um… maybe getting my hands back can wait a bit,” Sean said while ending the spell on Naru’s glasses as well as his own. “It’s obvious Kitsune doesn’t want to be disturbed right now.”
“I think you’re right. We should probably check up on her later.”
“At any rate, I’ll probably have to wash my hands when I finally get them back.” Both Naru and Sean shuddered at the thought of what might eventually happen, then walked off to their respective rooms, trying not to listen to the moans and screams coming from Kitsune’s room.

* * *

Over time, Sean made more and more trips to the hot springs as opposed to taking showers. None of the girls seemed to mind him being there, with the possible exception of Motoko, who didn’t exactly feel comfortable with about, but opted not to say anything. The main reason for the girls’ acceptance was that he continued to wear his blindfold to protect the girls‘ modesty--or lack thereof.
After a while, Naru and Kitsune, and eventually Suu and Shinobu as well, started taking full advantage of his apparent blindness. They started sporting seductive poses in front of him, without towels, knowing full well he could not see them--or so they thought. Unbeknownst to them, Sean could see everything that was going on. He had recently discovered how to put his glasses enchantments on his eyes themselves without risking permanent damage. With that knowledge at hand, every time he went to the bath, he would put an X-Ray spell on his eyes, so he could see through his ever-present blindfold and enjoy the show without the others knowing it.
This day was no different. All the girls except Motoko, who didn’t want to subject herself to that sort of thing, were posing in front of Sean--who looked completely unaware of what was happening--in ways that would turn any man in Tokyo anemic from nosebleeds. After a while, the girls involved grew upset with Sean’s complete lack of a reaction, so the seductions went a step further; they started performing lesbian acts that would put some of the best porn films to shame. The whole time, Sean was somehow able to keep a straight face in order to keep the girls oblivious that he could see what was going on, but a certain something else on his body would certainly give away his ruse. Therefore, Sean always kept himself seated in chest-deep water, still wearing his swim trunks, to hide his awareness, not to mention his arousal.
Suddenly, the seducers noticed Sean turning his head, facing away from them and their latest attempt to drive him nuts. “What’s going on, Sean?” Naru asked.
“I thought I heard something.“
“Where?“ Motoko stood up, grabbed her sword and moved near where Sean sat.
“I’m not sure.” After blinking, turning off his X-ray eyes, he removed his blindfold, grabbed his glasses and after turning the lenses green, put them on and started scanning the roof.
“What were the green lenses again?” Kitsune whispered to Naru.
“Binoculars,” Sean answered without turning his head.
“Oh, right.” Kitsune said, wondering how he heard her.
“Hmm…” Sean kept looking skyward. “I could have sworn…” He shook his head. “Oh well.” With that he got up to leave, returning his lenses to normal in the process.
“Where are you going?” Suu asked.
“There’s things I need to get done.”
“Oh no you‘re not,” Suu said, grabbing the back of Sean’s trunks. “I won‘t let you.”
“Would you please let go?” Sean started to get annoyed.
“No.” Despite Sean’s efforts, Suu started dragging him back towards the water.
Sean started begging, “Please, let me go.”
“Alright, if you want me to let you go that badly…” Su finally let go, but Sean had a head of steam built up and quickly gained speed in the direction Suu had him facing in the struggle. Unfortunately for him, Motoko was in that general direction. The two collided, sending them both tumbling, arms flailing randomly until they eventually separated before they both hit the wall near the changing room a few feet away from each other.
Sean came to a rest upside-down, his back against the wall. “Ow.”
“Oh my,” Shinobu said, blushing.
“Shinobu, don’t stare!” Naru said.
“Huh?” Sean wondered what the commotion was about. He looked “down” to find his swim trunks have mysteriously vanished. “Oh!” As he repositioned himself to cover his manhood, he noticed something in his hand. “What’s a towel doing…” A look of extreme dread appeared on his face. “Uh oh.”
Motoko had just recovered from her trip across the hot spring. She stood shaking her head trying to get her bearings. She soon became aware of something light blue in her hand--a certain article of clothing she had inadvertently obtained while herself and Sean were entangled.
“Trade ya,” Sean said, holding out the towel that had been worn by Motoko.
“What the--” Motoko just realized she was nude. Rage building up, she grabbed her sword, unsheathed it and ran over, intent on cutting Sean to ribbons. “DIE, PERVERT!!!”
Seeing this, Sean screamed and raised his hands in a seemingly pitiful attempt to defend himself. Suddenly, he started glowing bright blue. No matter how hard she tried, Motoko could not cut through Sean’s flesh. After several attempts, Motoko was left a bit winded. Sean saw his chance to escape unharmed.
“Just hand me my trunks, alright?” He said as he tossed Motoko’s towel towards her.
After calming down a bit, Motoko sheathed her sword, grabbed her towel in one hand and flung Sean’s swim trunks at him with the other, hitting him square in the face.
“Thanks. I think I‘d better leave now before you change your mind and make shish kabob out of me.” Sean turned his gaze to the other girls. “Oh, and just so you know, I saw everything.” He smiled, then vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving the girls there, who looked at each other, wondering what he meant by that last comment.

* * *

Kitsune sat in her room listening to music, working on her something in her notebook. After a while, strange sounds started coming from Sean’s room next door, but that had become an everyday occurrence, so she didn’t think much of it. When she finished writing, she went to her mini-bar to get a drink. She downed the drink with practiced ease, but she immediately noticed something was wrong. Her sake tasted just like ordinary water. She grabbed another bottle and drank that one; water again.
As she started to panic, a calm voice came from behind her: “Alcoholism is such a horrible thing, you know.”
Kitsune looked toward the door to find Sean there smiling. “What did you do?!”
“What does it look like I did?”
“Why did you turn my sake to water?!”
“Well, it’s the only sure fire way I could think of to get you to vent out any frustrations you may have been containing.”
“Like this, for example?“ Kitsune asked, shaking a half empty sake bottle.
“I suppose.”
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” Kitsune started getting really mad, something that doesn’t happen very often.
“I have a pretty good idea. Give me your best shot.” Kitsune ran over and punched him in the stomach with all her strength. Sean doubled over from the impact. “Ow,” Sean said. “You must have been watching Naru one too many times.”
“How could you tell?” Kitsune was the one smiling, now.
“What’s going on down here?” Naru said as she approached Kitsune’s door. Spotting Sean on the floor, she added, rolling her eyes, “What did he do?”
“He turned my sake to water, that‘s what he did!”
“I was provoking her.” Sean corrected, struggling to get up.
“Couldn’t you think of a different way to do that?” Naru asked.
“No.”
“Why didn’t you just magically defend yourself like against her?” Kitsune asked, starting to calm down, also feeling a bit better after hitting him.
“I didn’t know you could hit that hard.”
“Turn my drinks back the way they were before I hit you again!”
“Sure. I accomplished what I set out to do anyway.” Sean wiggled his fingers a bit. “There.”
“Are you sure it’s back to normal?” Kitsune asked skeptically.
“Try some and see for yourself.”
“No. You try it.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Why, are you afraid to get drunk?” Kitsune’s tone of voice resembled that of a mother talking to her small child.
“A little bit. If I get drunk, I might start flinging spells around like it’s the end of the world, which might end up being the case. I’d probably be like Suu when she’s had too much sugar.”
“Have you ever actually had a drink?”
“No.”
Kitsune started to get that smirk of hers that just meant trouble. “I think I’ll have to change that.”
“I don’t see how.”
“I do. Naru, hold him down!” Naru, who had remained in the doorway, grabbed Sean by the wrists, catching him by surprise, and forced him down to the floor. Kitsune collected a couple bottles of her strongest sake and walked over to the restrained landlord, bent down and looked him straight in the eye. The smile never left her face. “You’re going to drink and you’re going to like it.”
Over the next hour, despite Sean struggling, Kitsune forced two full bottles of alcohol down his throat. In that time, Motoko, Shinobu and Suu showed up to watch the spectacle.
“There, was that so bad?” Sean replied with incoherent mumbling. “What?” Kitsune moved her head closer to Sean’s so she could hear.
“Get this safe with handcuffs off me.” Naru had been sitting on Sean’s back the whole time, holding him down. Kitsune nodded to her and she got off, letting Sean stagger half-drunkenly to his feet; the expression on his face wasn’t exactly friendly. “Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me--”
“No, I’m not done with you yet.” Kitsune said, grabbing Sean’s arm before he could leave.
“What?” Sean said in a menacing tone. “You already got me a bit drunk, what else do you want?”
“Oh, I’ve got plans for you.” Kitsune whispered something into Sean’s ear, who sobered up quickly, a look of disbelief on his now blushing face.
“You want me to WHAT?!”
“You heard me,” Kitsune answered, “and you WILL do what I told you.”
Sean narrowed his eyes in an attempt to weigh his options. After a minute of silence, he sighed, shook his head and moved to within a foot of Naru, who was wondering what he was going to do.
After glancing back at Kitsune, who had her arms crossed impatiently, he said resignedly, “I guess I have no other choice.” He then grabbed Naru by the shirt and pressed his lips against hers, much to everyone’s surprise, except for Kitsune of course.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Naru asked, pushing herself away.
“What Kitsune told me to do,” Sean said flatly. “and I’m not done yet.”
“Kitsune, what did you tell him to do?”
“Touch you where you like it, that’s what I told him to do.”
Motoko‘s face turned red. “I think it’s time we left,” she said walking out, dragging Shinobu and Suu with her.
“No, I want to watch.” Suu said, trying to break free.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
Motoko let go of Shinobu and started unsheathing her sword. “NO, YOU DON’T!”
“Um… come to think of it, there’s something I need to do back in my room.”
“Good.” The three girls left the other three alone.
“At least we don’t have to worry about them for a while,” Kitsune said.
“Why did you tell Sean to pleasure me?”
“Well, I had to get him back for what he did to me just now.” Her turned her eyes from Naru to Sean. “Besides, you can’t tell me you haven’t wanted to, can you?” Sean just blushed. “See?”
“Why haven’t you mentioned this to me before?” Naru asked.
“Well, it would have been a long walk back.”
“From where?”
“Wherever I end up after you hit me!”
“He’s got a point there, Kitsune.”
“Granted,” Kitsune started walking to the door. “but I won’t let either of you leave until he finishes what I told him to do, so go do it.”
“You can’t do that!” Naru was getting a bit upset.
“What,” Kitsune said, raising an eyebrow, “are you saying you haven’t been craving Sean like he has you?”
“Well…” Naru’s blushing face betrayed her true answer.
“That’s what I thought. Why don’t you just give in to those temptations?”
“We may never look at each other the same way afterward.” Sean said.
“You’re saying it as though that never happened before. Anyhow, it’s not as though you’re actually having sex or anything.”
“She has a point, Naru.”
“What are you saying?!” Naru started to think the sake was affecting his thought processes.
“We have both wanted this in secret. Now that the secret’s out, why don’t we just get it over with? Also, it’s not as though we have a choice right now.” Sean started eyeing Kitsune, who just continued leaning against the door, grinning.
“No, you don’t, so get started before I do it for you.”
“Prey tell, what will you be doing while watching us?”
“Oh, this and that.” Sean and Naru had a good idea of what she what be doing.
Reluctantly, Sean and Naru brought each other close and, while keeping an eye on Kitsune, start pressing their lips against the other’s. Not long afterward, inhibitions started fading as the two become more comfortable in each other’s arms.
Sean moved his hands under Naru’s shirt and started unhooking her bra, half-expecting resistance, but to his relief, Naru just continues the lip lock as though nothing had happened. Eventually, they separate long enough for Sean to remove Naru’s shirt and bra in one fell swoop. He then resumes kissing Naru, starting at the lips, then moving down her neck and her chest until he got to her breasts; first one, then the other.
Naru was starting to get really turned on.
Sean moved Naru against the wall and continued his mouthing of Naru’s breasts, supplemented by slowly placing one hand on the breast not being kissed and the other hand--
---
Suddenly, a pudgy, 40-something year old man come crashing into the bedroom of a young man in his late teens. “Alright, buddy, that’s about enough!”
The shocked author/student was sitting on his bed staring at the unexpected visitor, his gaze turned away from the laptop he was working on moments before. “And who might you be and why have you barged into my room like this?”
“I’m your friendly neighborhood censor come to shut you down.”
“Why the hell are you here?! Isn’t there a Howard Stern Show you should be editing or something?”
“It seems I have a comedian. We’ve been keeping tabs on your activities.”
“’We?’”
“Yeah, I represent a federal agency that searches the web for the indecent, the perverted and the obscene.”
The writer stifled a laugh. “And you’re doing a great job, too.”
“Funny.”
“Why have you come for me of all people?”
“This story your writing,” The man points to the teenager’s computer, the word processor displaying a story based on a popular Japanese manga/anime. “It’s becoming too risqué for your audience to read.”
“What are you talking about? Who do you think my audience is, 3rd graders? Besides, you’re treating this like it’s the most sexually explicit thing that will ever hit the Web.” I--I mean he--couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment.
“Just be more careful about what you write from now on. And just to be sure, I’m going to watch you while you make the next part of this intermission you‘re doing.”
The writer just rolled his eyes. “If you must, but this might take a few days.”
“Don’t worry about my schedule, just worry about your own ass. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get some of my stuff out of my car. Don’t screw around while I’m out, understand?”
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t.” After the strange man leaves his room, he thinks to himself, “Sucker. I should finish this quickly before he gets back. Now let’s see…” as he resumes typing.
---
Sean moved Naru against the wall and continued his mouthing of Naru’s breasts, supplemented by slowly placing one hand on the breast not being kissed and the other hand down her skirt. Naru’s moans signified she was enjoying herself very much, to say the least; and she wasn’t the only one.”
As the scene unfolded before her, Kitsune continued to lean against the door, masturbating all the while as Sean pleasured Naru to the point of ecstasy.
---
“Whew. I’m glad I got that done before--”
“Alright, I’m back. Now, you go ahead and make your next little story. Hey, what’s that?”
“Oh, nothing.” He quickly scrolled what he just typed off the screen and started writing the next vignette. “By the way, what did you bring the sleeping bag for?”

* * *

Sean stood a few feet from Naru’s door, waiting to put his plan into action. So Naru wouldn’t suspect anything, he turned himself invisible. Finally, Naru stepped out on her way downstairs. “Alright,” Sean thought, “I have to do this just right. I don’t want her to find out too quickly.” He silently cast a spell that would eventually get Naru to release her pent-up aggression.
Naru felt a slight tingle as she headed for the stairs. Looking around, she didn’t find anything or anyone around. Figuring it was just nerves (she had been studying pretty hard in preparation for the entrance exam to Tokyo U as of late), she went downstairs to find the others in the living room.
As she entered, laughing could be heard from the group as they turned to face her. “What’s so funny?” Naru asked.
Kitsune tried her best not to bust a gut. “I think Sean just played a prank on you.”
“What do you mean?”
Suu was rolling around on the floor, laughing. “Look at your shirt!”
“Huh?” Naru looked down to find that, to her horror, most of her shirt had disappeared.
---
“Hey, I thought I told you to keep this clean!”
“Oh, come on. She’s wearing a bra.”
“Do you honestly think the readers will know that?”
“I think they can figure that out on their own, but if they can‘t I‘ll put in a subtle hint somewhere.”
---
Naru looked behind her to find a string coming from her shirt--or what was left of it--leading back the way she came. “Oh, that guy is going to get it now.” She then rushed up the stairs, following the loose thread.
“I wonder what she will do to him,” Shinobu said.
“Do you really need to ask?” Motoko answered. They all knew there was one boarding for Naru Air.
Sean suddenly noticed the thread he was holding on to go slack. “Here we go,” he said as he raised his shield in preparation for his boxing match with Naru. He then saw her reach the top of the stairs, a bit winded, but had fire in her eyes, nonetheless.
“Oh, you have done it, now.”
“It’s about time, too. I haven’t provoked you in quite a while, but it’s not as though I haven’t tried. Go ahead, hit me.”
Naru stopped about ten feet away. “No, I have something else in mind.” Her voice seemed to change a bit.
“What?” Sean was surprised by what she said. To his amazement, he saw Naru start preparing a spell. After watching her movements and listening to her incantation, Sean recognized the spell she was using, mostly because he had used it once before--but only once. His eyes growing wide with terror. “Oh, shit.” He quickly started preparing a spell of his own, hoping to complete it before Naru did; his regular shield was not going to save him from this. Almost there… almost there…
Naru positioned her hands in front of her and a stream of fire appeared almost as big as the hallway they were in, heading straight for the prankster.
Sean saw the fire coming, but kept his cool (so to speak) and finished his spell just before the flames got to him. A blue sphere encompassed him, keeping the flames at bay, but not for long.
“NO!” Sean’s force field started to fall apart under the sheer power of Naru’s blast, exposing him to the extreme heat and flames. After a few seconds, the spell ended abruptly, leaving only a smoldering heap on the floor.
After the spell ended and Naru calmed down, she noticed Sean’s charred form lying in front of her. She was rendered speechless, a look of horror on her face.
Downstairs, the other girls heard a scream and a sort of “whoosh” sound.
“Oookay,” Kitsune said, looking up, “why did that not sound like a punch?”
“Yeah, something’s not right.” Motoko could sense intense energy radiating from upstairs. Everyone hurried up to see what happened.
Naru was starting to panic. “No, it can‘t be,” she said in barely a whisper. As she approached Sean’s lifeless form, she heard footsteps behind her. She started looking around, apparently looking for a place to hide or something.
Motoko was the first to reach the top of the stairs. “What’s going on up he--oh my.” Her eyes grew wide at the site before her.
The others joined her soon after, stunned at the sight of Sean’s overcooked body.
“NO!” Shinobu was the first to break down. Tears forming, she ran over to Sean’s side. After examining him for a moment, she switched her gaze to Naru, a combination of fear and anger on her face. “What did you do to him?!”
Naru was crying herself. “I… I…” She was interrupted by a strange sound coming from Sean’s body. Everyone was shocked to see a faint glow coming from the injured man.
Sean had lost most of his energy in the blaze, but he had barely enough left to prepare a healing spell. He just hoped he could concentrate long enough--not to mention stay conscious long enough--to complete it in his debilitated state.
The pale glow started at his fingers and slowly spread to encompass his entire char-grilled frame. Eventually, the glow faded to reveal a somewhat less cooked landlord.
Slowly, painfully and with a few groans, Sean sat up. “I wouldn’t want to go through that again.”
Shinobu’s face lit up. “You’re alive!” She then hugged Sean tightly.
“Ow! Be careful, I’m still raw,” Shinobu immediately let go. “Although it’s better to be a bit raw than well done.” Sean cracked a small grin.
“How did this happen?” Kitsune asked, still worried.
“Well, I was trying to provoke Naru again. Until now, she seemed unfazed by my previous efforts. You see what I did to her shirt--speaking of which…” Sean glanced over to Naru, who was still a bit shaken over what she did. All of a sudden, her shirt returned to normal. “As I was saying, she got really pissed and I expected her to hit me like she’s done in the past.”
“So did we.”
“Figures. Anyway, much to my surprise, she threw a frickin’ fireball at me and my defenses couldn’t handle it.” Sean continued to look at Naru, his eyes narrowed in curiosity. “By the way, how the heck did you do that?”
Tears were streaming down Naru’s face. “I don’t know.” Her voice was starting to crack. “I just felt this rage burning inside me. Then, I somehow lost touch with myself. Next thing I knew, you were lying burnt on the floor.”
Sean nodded knowingly. “I see. This is why I’ve been trying to get you to hit me all this time; to prevent this exact thing from happening.” He then started to get up, flinching in pain.
“Hold on,” Shinobu was still by his side. “You shouldn’t be moving around in your condition.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do, just sit in the hallway all day?”
“No, I’ll see to that myself.” Everyone was surprised to see Suu, who had just recovered from being scared stupid by the sight of Sean‘s fried corpse, start walking calmly toward Sean. He started to wonder what she was going to do; Suu being absolutely serious about something doesn’t exactly happen every day.
When Suu got close to Sean, she rubbed her hands together and held them out over him. A warm glow radiated from the girl’s hands into Sean’s body. Moments seemed to drag on like hours as the foreign girl performed the spell on Sean, who just stared at her in wonder.
After a minute of concentration, Suu finished the spell. Sean was amazed to see he had been fully healed. He got up, taking Suu’s hand in his, lifting her to her feet as well.
“Thank you, Suu. I don’t know how long it would have taken me to recover on my own.”
Suu’s race returned to the happy one everyone knew so well. “No problem. You would have done the same for me.” Sean just nodded.
“Um, Sean?” Naru walked over to Sean nervously. “I just want to say I’m really sorry about what I did. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“Um… Can I get back to you on that?”
“Of course.”
After a very uncomfortable silence, Sean clapped his hands, startling the others. “Well, I think we need something to get our minds off the events that just transpired here; and I think I know how.” He snapped his fingers and he vanished, along with Motoko’s shirt.
The victim gasped, then, true to her personality, got really mad. “I’m going to kick your ass, Sean!”
“You’ll have to find me, first.” Sean’s voice seemed to come from every direction.
“Oh, I will, and when I do--”
“You’ll take out your aggression on me,” the omnipresent voice said. “Good!”
Still angry, but aware of why Sean did what he did, Motoko smiled to the others and ran off to find her now laughing target.
---
“There, it’s done. You happy now?”
“Yes, you could have done a bit better, but you have improved. You had better keep it up or else I’ll come back; and if I do, you won’t get another chance, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The censor left the writer alone in his room, a full 5 days after a showed up. The young man was glad to be rid of him, finally free to write without someone breathing down his neck. “I guess I should probably get back to the main story.” He then started thinking of ideas for the next chapter.

* * * End of Intermission * * *

(More chapters will be added based on the reception I get.)