Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ K2: The Leyline Flush ❯ Chapter 3

The door opened suddenly as Keitaro and Mutsumi entered the hotel room, still locked in a kiss and embrace. They rolled around a small table lamp, almost pushing the glass jar on it aside, and hit the closets before Keitaro finally pinned her to the bed.

 

Keitaro smiled as an idea popped to his head. Now kissing her neck, he whispered, “Hmm… maybe we should stop for a bit… Call for some champagne.”

 

Mutsumi groaned, and kissed him in the lips again. “Mmhhmmm… don't be a spoilsport, Kei-kun,” she began to remove his jacket and tried to remove his shirt.

 

Keitaro smirked again, and separated a bit. “Maybe we should check on the chip… see if it's safe.”

 

Mutsumi glared, and turning the tables on him, pinned Keitaro to the bed this time, and began to remove her dress. “Kei-kun, you're not leaving this room till I say so.”

 

Keitaro ceased his teasing. “Yes, luv.”

 

She kissed him again, and this time, no words were spoken between them.

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

An hour later

 

Mutsumi and Keitaro, both naked under blankets lay together for a while. She was smiling as he hugged him close, and Keitaro looked at her appreciatively.

 

“Champagne?” Keitaro asked as he grabbed for the phone.

 

“Sounds wonderful,” Mutsumi smiled.

 

With a smile, Keitaro said to the receiver, “Room service… yes… a bottle of champagne please… yes, for two.”

 

“Hmmm… my mom always said a nice drink makes your next go… sweeter,” Mutsumi giggled.

 

“Mutsumi… I take back what I said about you breaking men's hearts,” Keitaro said at her with a smile.

 

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes smiling devilishly.

 

“Yeah… you'll corrupt them,” Keitaro smirked.

 

“Mhmmm…” Mutsumi went closer to Keitaro, rubbing her body against his. “Why? Am I corrupting you yet?”

 

Keitaro kissed her neck. “No… I'm just out of practice.”

 

She giggled. And kissed him again.

 

After a few minutes of kissing, and turning around the bed, there was a small knock on the door. “Room service,” said the voice from the other side.

 

Keitaro tried to separate himself from Mutsumi. “Hmmm… that's my cue for getting out…”

 

“Oh quiet,” Mutsumi pinned him down again. “Leave it there!” she said towards the door, and looked back at Keitaro. “No drinking until we get you up to speed.”

 

“Well, then,” Keitaro kissed her. “Allow me?”

 

And with that, he turned, rolled on top of her, still hugging, but the momentum and the lack of space made them both fall down, but it didn't do a thing to dampen their moods. Mutsumi giggled as they continued in the floor of the room.

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

Next day…

 

Keitaro woke up as the sun shone through the screen. He blinked a bit, shifted his position, and felt Mutsumi still beside him. Kissing her in the forehead, he slowly and gently nudged her awake. Mutsumi purred.

 

“Mhhmmm… Kei-kun…” she moved a bit. “What time is it?”

 

“Judging from the intensity of the sun, and position… I'd say… 10 or so in the morning?” Keitaro guessed.

 

“Would explain why I'm famished,” Mutsumi replied.

 

“Luv, you really are insatiable,” Keitaro smirked. Mutsumi, giving him a gentle glare, straddled on top of Keitaro, and hit him gently in the stomach with her knee, and promptly got off him.

 

“For food, Kei-kun,” Mutsumi said as she began to look for her dress.

 

Keitaro's eyes smiled as he watched Mutsumi going around the room naked. “Hmmm… I love the view from here. I say… what do you sit on but never bring around?”

 

Mutsumi smiled back at him wickedly, and for effect, shook her hips a bit. “What would that be, Kei-kun?”

 

Keitaro pointed the chair, smiling. “A chair… and on top of that, your dress, my lady.”

 

Mutsumi's face colored pink. “You're being mean now.”

 

Keitaro grinned, standing up to join her. “Well, my clothes are there too… besides,” he looked at her. “I gave you your fill, right luv?”

 

Mutsumi giggled a bit. “Oh, Kei-kun, you are the one that's insatiable.”

 

Keitaro just grinned as he began to dress, and so did Mutsumi. Taking a few looks at each other, the couple grinned until they were moderately covered. Keitaro was about to take his jacket when he noticed the damage that was done to it yesterday.

 

“Ara… what a waste,” Mutsumi said, looking at the sleeve sadly. “And it was such a wonderful jacket too.”

 

“Well, they aren't really my type, actually,” Keitaro said as he grabbed his small rectangular glasses, and wore them.

 

“Why not? It looks so handsome on you,” Mutsumi looked at Keitaro, and then asked something again. “And what's with the glasses? You saw me perfectly last night.” She smiled.

 

“These glasses are special kinds that allow me to see stuff normal people can't see,” Keitaro said as he began to fix his hair. “And… for some reason… I like how they feel in my face.” Taking another look in the mirror, he looked at himself again, from the sides. “Did the jacket really good on me?”

 

“Very much,” Mutsumi said truthfully.

 

“Hmmm, maybe I'll have one made,” Keitaro said, and offered his arm. “My lady, shall we adjourn for lunch?”

 

Mutsumi smiled, and took his arm. “Yes, my good sir.”

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

As both Keitaro and Mutsumi came down, Keitaro's eyes caught on Laharl, who was on a table, playing Go with another man. Mutsumi must have noticed the sudden change in Keitaro's mood or feel, that she stopped to look at what Keitaro was looking.

 

“What is he doing here?” Keitaro asked softly.

 

“… playing Go?” Mutsumi replied unsurely. “Do you think he's watching us?”

 

“Hmmm… who knows? Maybe we can find out,” Keitaro patted Mutsumi's arm. “Lunch may have to wait for me, Mutsumi…”

 

“What are you going to do?” Mutsumi asked as Keitaro unclenched himself from her.

 

Keitaro winked. “Play a little Go.”

 

With that, he walked towards the table where Laharl was. The man was currently shaking the hand of his opponent, as they were both clearing the board of the white and black stones. Keitaro stood next to the table, his shadow casting over Laharl.

 

He looked at him, and smiled a bit. “Well, good morning. Haven't seen you around here… you new?”

 

“Oh yes, quite. Just arrived yesterday,” Keitaro replied smoothly. “I can see you are playing Go… how was it?”

 

“Ah, the good man in front of me gave me one close battle, but I was able to take advantage that he accepted his defeat quite gracefully,” Laharl motioned his opponent. “I was glad he was taking it a bit easy on me.”

 

The man laughed and smiled, “Oh please, stop doing that. We both know you won with a very wide margin, Laharl-san.” As both men stood up, they bowed to each other. “Thank you for the game.”

 

“Thank you for the game as well,” Laharl replied, and sat down. Keitaro wasted no time, and sat down where Laharl's opponent was before.

 

“Interesting,” Keitaro said. “I hope you don't mind playing one more game?”

 

The man beside Laharl, who seemed to be working for him, was about to speak when Laharl took his hand out and nodded. “Oh please. But you'll have to excuse me for I haven't eaten lunch yet. You don't mind if I take an order for a moment and eat here?”

 

“Oh, sure, please, go ahead,” Keitaro said as he took the black stones. “Shall we play who starts first?”

 

“I don't mind having you start… mister…?”

 

“Oh please, as if you don't know my name,” Keitaro grinned at him.

 

“Hmmm, it's odd to find a U agent so brash,” Laharl called the waiter.

 

As the waiter approached, Keitaro smirked at him. “I wouldn't insult your intelligence, Demon Eyes Laharl.”

 

“Hmm, yes, I see small talks are apparently not in you,” Laharl looked at the waiter. “Swiss steak and French fries… and some orange juice please.” Laharl looked at Keitaro. “You, Mr. K2? Want to order anything?”

 

“I'll have Swiss steak and potato wedges… and some lemon ice tea,” Keitaro smiled. “Shall I start?” And without waiting for an answer, Keitaro placed one white go stone down.

 

Laharl placed a black one almost immediately. As the waiter left them alone, Laharl began to talk. “As much as you hate small talks, or I assume you do, I myself love them, so, as a warning, I'm going to talk a lot in this game.”

 

Keitaro placed a stone. “I don't mind small talks too much, Laharl-san.”

 

“Really? That's good,” Laharl placed another stone down. “Because I find that this world is very much too busy to… have a nice chat. Friends, families… busy, busy, busy.”

 

The two players placed their turns and slowly grabbing as many territories as possible. “And what do you usually like to chat about in Go games, Laharl-san?”

 

His eyes shone a bit. “My opponent's,” he replied. “With games of Go, I can guess what my opponent actually is. Like for example, Mr. K2, you seem to think that you are confident. I can say a man of your stature has the right to be confident… in such business, confidence is a matter of life and death.”

 

“Why, thank you,” Keitaro stated.

 

“Unfortunately, Mr. K2, you aren't really confident, but egoistic,” Laharl smiled as Keitaro glared at him. “You see, when you attacked my west flank, you left your south flank open.” He placed a stone down there.

 

Keitaro frowned. “A small sacrifice.” Another white piece down.

 

“Or a slight err in your calculations?” Laharl countered. “You see, I was gauging you when I kept my speed and retaliation in this game… You may never notice it but you always tried to go faster than me… and with that, you sacrifice some thinking time for yourself.” A black piece came down and captured 2 white pieces.

 

Keitaro smirked. “I should say the same thing to you,” he said as he put down one white piece and halted the western advancement. “I left my south flank open so I could halt your western movement.”

 

“Ah, now that is a lie, Mr. K2, and frankly, an insult to my intelligence,” Laharl placed down a stone in his east flank. “Some people feel that they have a bigger picture of everything, when in truth, they are just looking at some narrow point of a needle.” Another stone placed down.

 

“And you think you are the one that is actually looking at the bigger picture?” Keitaro asked. White stone placed.

 

“Me? Please… I'm not stupid to assume I have a vision of the bigger picture… it's an insult to anyone's intelligence,” Laharl placed down another stone. “But… for you, Mr. K2, I can see a big picture.”

 

“Oh? Please, do tell.”

 

“Are you sure?” Laharl asked. When he saw Keitaro smirk at him, he nodded. “Very well. You had a very traumatic experience when you were young.”

 

Keitaro's hand dropped the white stone. He wasted no time and took another from his stone holder, and placed another stone. “Is that an assumption you made?” he asked, mouth was now tense.

 

“No, actually, it's a fact,” Laharl said. “You were born from a modest baker, Kazuma, and had that in your name until the incident when you were young,” Laharl put another stone, his grin was getting wider.

 

Keitaro's lips formed a much thinner line, and his hands began to shake. “That is very interesting.”

 

“Oh, quite, especially when the incident involved your first love,” Laharl put another stone down. “Or, what you seem to portray her as one… From what I've come to hear, you two made a promise to meet again, possibly get married, and live happily ever after, but of course, the day she was leaving, an `accident' occurred.”

 

The waiter arrived with the food, and served them both. Laharl, paused a bit with his story and began to smell his food. “Ah… such exquisite foods we can find here on Earth.” He took his knife, and began to take a few slices of his meat.

 

Keitaro couldn't touch his food, as his stomach felt very funny, and appetite nearly gone. Not even the smell of freshly cooked steak could get him to feel hungry even if just a few moments ago, he was. Just for show, he took a bite out of his potato wedge and placed another stone in the board.

 

“Aren't you hungry, Mr. K2?” Laharl asked.

 

Keitaro's teeth were grinding together. “… Can… we finish the game first?”

 

“Hmmm, alright then,” Laharl placed a black stone down. “Now where was I…? Oh, yes. The accident.”

 

Keitaro's stomach did another turn… unknown to him, his forehead was already sweating and his color was fading from his face.

 

“It was tragic, the news would say… though it was never quite explained how a mover's truck would suddenly tip over the bridge,” Laharl took a slice of beef. “Many theories were presented, but the most popular was the drunken driver.”

 

Keitaro placed a stone down, his hands shaking quite violently under the table. “But… we both know the truth, don't we, Mr. K2? You're first love wasn't killed because her daddy was drunk and drove of the bridge. It was a ruse, set up by Heaven to cover up for their angel's stupid mistake; an angel, which you killed a few days ago.”

 

Keitaro's vision blurred, but he continued to put his stones down.

 

“I heard Heaven was quite pissed with that,” Laharl smiled as he took another slice of his steak. “Anyway, after that accident, you changed. Gone were your promises of meeting your true love, gone was the gawkiness you exuded as a kid… you went to your grandmother as soon as you found out about your heritage, and asked her to make you a U agent… that is also the time you changed your name to Urashima.”

 

Keitaro didn't know what to do anymore. His head was beginning to spin and red was replacing his vision.

 

“You became a hard boiled ninja,” Laharl said as he placed his stone. “Revenge… you sought revenge after what happened. You trained yourself hard, trying not to emotionally attach yourself with anyone… yet the closer you seemed to be the perfect agent, the farther it was from the truth… and your apparent murder of the angel a few days ago was a clinch to that.” He stared at Keitaro. “You do not deserve to be called K2, Mr. Urashima. You are nothing but a man who is still latched on his past… the tragedy of a true love's promise gone with the winds… an unattainable dream. You do this job not because you believe of its ideals, but because you want revenge… vengeance, Mr. Urashima. You just want vengeance.”

 

Laharl was grinning. “This is why you cannot see the big picture… this is why you cannot be a good agent. This is why you are losing to me, right now.”

 

Keitaro's eyes watered, but he held it back with all his will. He cleared his throat, and tried to stop it from shaking. “I… forfeit.”

 

“I knew you would, Mr. Urashima,” Laharl smiled. “It was a good game. Thank you.”

 

Keitaro didn't bother to bow. He just stood up abruptly, and left the table, leaving his food alone. Laharl smiled as the man went up, knowing full well that he just `unscrewed' him. Calling the man beside him, he said, “I'll need my phone.”

 

The man nodded, and quickly fetched it for him. Laharl as he dialed his phone.

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

Mutsumi had finished her lunch when she saw Keitaro dash up to his room. A bit curious, Mutsumi went and followed him. Entering the room, she saw Keitaro distressed, and shaky. He seemed to be walking around the room aimlessly, muttering unintelligently.

 

“Kei-kun?” she called.

 

Keitaro didn't answer as he walked towards the wall, his eyes and mouth were forming from lines of worry to suddenly, rage. His teeth were now showing, gritting against each other, as he punched the wall of his room hard.

 

“Kei-kun… you're scaring me,” Mutsumi whispered.

 

He punched the wall again. Walking towards the tray where they left champagne, he began to look for his glass. When he couldn't, he just drank it straight from the bottle. “That fucker…” he said, audibly.

 

“Kei-kun…?”

 

Keitaro stared at Mutsumi hard. Then back at the small table where his gun laid. “Mutsumi…” he said hoarsely.

 

“… yes, Kei-kun?” Mutsumi asked.

 

“Get out of here…” he said. With a swift motion, he grabbed his silenced gun, and checked the magazine for bullets, and put the safety off.

 

“Wh… what are you…?” Mutsumi was cut off.

 

“Get out of this place… Now!” Keitaro ordered and gently shoved Mutsumi aside as he went towards the exit. Quickly dashing down the stairs, he put the gun behind him, and hid it with his shirt. Quickly passing bystanders, he made a bee-line to the table where Laharl was still in, eating his lunch. About to pull his gun and shoot at him, Keitaro's phone rang.

 

Quickly moving to his side, Keitaro cursed as his phone rang in the worst time possible. Impatiently, he took it and answered.

 

“This had better be good!” Keitaro almost shouted.

 

“… Keitaro. It's Haruka.”

 

“… what do you want?” Keitaro demanded.

 

“We need to talk… we found some new… and shocking information.”

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

A few minutes later…

 

Mutsumi was about to exit when she saw Keitaro outside, looking a bit… calmer than before.

 

“Kei-kun?” she called. “… are you okay?”

 

Keitaro smiled at her… weirdly. “Yeah. I got a call from H… she's updated my mission.”

 

“Oh?” Mutsumi asked.

 

“Yeah… I'm supposed to leave Okinawa this evening, with the chip,” Keitaro said. “H said that Laharl seemed to be brining some more agents… its not safe anymore here, M.T… she ordered me to get it out of here.”

 

Mutsumi nodded. “I understand. Let's go to my house, and get the chip, so we can leave.”

 

“You're coming?” Keitaro asked.

 

“Of course,” Mutsumi replied. They began to walk fast towards her house. “I'm also responsible for that chip. I'll contact my HQ when we leave and tell them the details.”

 

As they arrived to the house, which still had broken windows, Keitaro and Mutsumi both went inside, and Mutsumi once again went to another part of her house, to get the chip. Keitaro was left once again in the living room, his eyes darting around.

 

Finally, moments later, Mutsumi came out, with the safe-cube. “Kei-kun, I got it, so let's go…”

 

Keitaro raised his gun at her, aiming at her head.

 

Mutsumi was silent. “Kei… kun?”

 

“Hand over the chip… traitor…” he said.

 

To Be Continued….

 

Everything comes together… and now Keitaro must choose not only his own fate, but also the fate of the whole mission.

 

*laughs* Oh yeah, btw, no way I'm getting him and Naru together. I've been anti-Akane-like-characters for how long already, and Naru is kinda like Akane. Anyways… ja ne!.