Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ K2: The Leyline Flush ❯ Chapter 5

Keitaro felt the pulse steadily go down as his fingers touched Mutsumi's neck. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't find his cellphone, nor did he know what she was poisoned with. His mind was still derailed after all that had happened just minutes earlier. In a span that took less than an hour, Keitaro was given his own history lesson.

 

He found himself reunited with a fellow childhood promise friend… only to lose her again. He was crying freely… after al those years. He swore to himself he'd never cry again. But here he is… Mutsumi's dying… and he couldn't save her. Like how he couldn't save Mi-chan.

 

“… I'm sorry… Mu-chan…” Keitaro said softly, again. “I couldn't… you… I'm…”

 

Mutsumi hushed him… seemingly content with his embrace. “Shh, Kei-kun… you did well… you did good…”

 

“How so?” he asked hoarsely… “I failed my mission… I failed you… How can you say I did well?”

 

“Kei-kun… it's not over,” Mutsumi said weakly. Her breathing was getting slower. “I… know this place,” she said. “It's near to my house… and isolated. I want you to go back there…”

 

“You're house?” Keitaro asked, not really sure why she was telling him this.

 

“Yes… go to my room, and find my cellphone… the chip… it also has a tracker in its core,” Mutsumi said. She smiled weakly. “We… never said anything about this in case there was a traitor in your side… use my cellphone… track the chip.”

 

“God… why didn't you tell to just give it to him then?” Keitaro demanded softly. “We could have skipped this… you… you wouldn't have been tortured… and…”

 

You won't be dying. He couldn't say that. He shivered again. He tried to clear his head.

 

“Kei-kun… if we did that… he'd have suspected. I… needed you to not know… I knew… you'd resist. I'm glad.” She took a deep breathe. “Please… finish this mission…” Mutsumi said, getting weaker and weaker.

 

“I will… I'll track him down… I'll kill him,” Keitaro said with a hard edge in his voice. “I'll kill him… I definitely will…”

 

“We… need him… alive…” Mutsumi said, smiling serenely at him… “Kei-kun… please… for me… do this right. He's worth more alive… than me…”

 

Keitaro didn't know what to say to that.

 

“Kei-kun… kiss me…” she whispered.

 

Keitaro didn't waste time as he slowly kissed her in the lips… she was too weak to do anymore, and Keitaro didn't have the strength to even do anything but a normal kiss. In the end… she stopped breathing… her pulse died… and Keitaro couldn't even cry out loud anymore.

 

Keitaro carried Mutsumi's body after he wrapped her in the curtain that hid her in that place. It was already night… and the way towards Mutsumi's house was surprisingly empty. Stumbling in, he found it still open and unlocked, and laid her down in the sofa. He stared at her for a good while before sighing, and slid down on the floor. For a moment, he looked relaxed, then as fast as the wind blew, his expression turned cold.

 

A phone rang… by its ring tone, Keitaro identified it as his. Standing up, he tried to listen where it was coming from. Walking towards a dinner table, he found both his gun and his phone. Grabbing the phone, he answered, “K2 here.”

 

“Keitaro… what happened? We tried to call you 5 times already!” Haruka said.

 

“Laharl has the chip,” Keitaro said evenly, grabbing his gun and checking it for bullets. Satisfied, he put it behind him, held by the waist of his pants.

 

“… Since when?” Haruka demanded.

 

“I haven't counted the time, but I'm guessing 15 minutes or so ago,” Keitaro replied going towards Mutsumi's room… he knew almost at once because he saw the door with a watermelon picture nailed on it. He smiled rather sadly.

 

“Then track him down!” Haruka said, madly. “We still got time… we'll get D.L. to see where he might - “

 

“H, forget D.L… he's a double,” Keitaro said, now in Mutsumi's room, looking around. “Laharl told me himself that he was D.L… applied to us 3 years ago, and kept down for years. He fed info on us that he was after the chip so we could inform the Otohime's that he was after it… in essence, he flushed it out.”

 

“… by Kami, are you sure about this?” Haruka asked. “We've been relying on D.L.'s info for years!”

 

“I know… that's how he got us to think he had a contact, and the Otohime's have a double,” Keitaro gritted his teeth a bit. “We fell for it, H… we played in his hand. He's got the chip now, and… M.T. is dead.”

 

“… M.T.'s dead?”

 

“Yes… I confronted her being a traitor… she was very confused,” Keitaro frowned. “I didn't read her too well… I was… emotional. That's when Laharl ambushed us… and in the end, killed her.” He finally found Mutsumi's cellphone, and he grinned a bit when he saw that it was another watermelon-themed phone. “Look, H… I'll give you the full report when I'm done.”

 

“… done? What do you mean?” Haruka asked, confused. “You said Laharl was D.L… that means he knows what we know. And with that knowledge, he can just up and disappear on us. As far as I'm concerned the trail's gone cold.”

 

Keitaro smiled as he accessed the tracker. “Not to me.”

 

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

 

Kyoto

 

2 days later…

 

It was early morning, the sun just coming up. In one of the traditional made houses in Kyoto, near some mountains, surrounded by trees, Laharl walked out of his home, checking out his view. After a moment or so, he began to walk back to his house.

 

A muffled shot was heard, and at the same time, Laharl felt something sharp penetrate his thigh. He fell down. He cursed… crawling towards a stone pillar, he hid behind it, extracted scalpels from his hand, and tried to see where the shot came from behind the pillar.

 

“Don't move.”

 

Laharl's face went from surprise, then amusement as he heard Keitaro's voice in front of him. He dropped his scalpels. “Well, well, Mr. Urashima… pleasure to see you again.” He turned and faced Keitaro, who had his gun trained on his head. On his other hand, he was holding a cellphone that had watermelons all over it. Nodding, Laharl smiled. “Tracked me down, eh? Using the chip, I'm betting. Heh… Otohimes. Not warriors, but clever people.”

 

Keitaro bent down a bit, his eyes now staring at Laharl's, his gun still aiming at his head. “They are, aren't they? I myself didn't know that they put something like that on the chip.”

 

“Heh… in the end, she used us both,” Laharl smiled. “She's a good agent.”

 

“Yes, I know,” Keitaro replied evenly. “I told you… you should have killed me.”

 

“Hmph… what will you do now, Mr. Urashima?” Laharl asked, staring at Keitaro's eyes hard. “Kill me, I wonder?”

 

“No…” Keitaro replied. “My mission is to safeguard the chip… and you are needed alive.” Keitaro stood up, gun still at Laharl. “It's over, Demon Eyes Laharl.”

 

Laharl looked at him, and smiled. “Yes… good job.” And with that, he slowly began to clap.

 

Keitaro watched with curiosity as Laharl laughed softly, and was clapping, and was surprised when he heard more people clapping at him. For a moment, his eyes darted away from Laharl, and saw three people coming at him, clapping.

 

One was Haruka, who had a smile on her face, cig still in her mouth. One was Hina, who seemed very pleased. And… the third person… he couldn't quite believe.

 

“… H… G… Mu-chan…?” Keitaro asked in a whisper.

 

“Well done, Keitaro,” Haruka said.

 

“Yes, well done, grandson,” Hina joined.

 

“Ara, ara… impressive,” Mutsumi declared.

 

Keitaro… he only had one aim when he went to Kyoto. Now everything was thrown out of the window. “… What in… what's going on here?”

 

Laharl groaned as he tried to stand up. Keitaro's eyes darted back at him, and put the gun at his head again. Laharl just grinned. He looked at Haruka and Hina, who were now very close, and said, “I think he passed.”

 

“As impressed I am,” Hina replied, “it is not for me to decide, but for M.T. to.” She looked at Mutsumi. “Well?”

 

“Kei-kun passes,” Mutsumi said with a smile.

 

“What's going on here?” Keitaro demanded.

 

“It was a test, Keitaro,” Haruka replied. “The whole mission… it was a test to see if you were worth keeping in the faction.”

 

Hina nodded. “Your last botch had deemed you unworthy as you seem a bit emotional. Normally, we'd have sent you back to training school… but I knew you. You'd pass school again but it probably wouldn't have any done anything to curb your emotions… so, we decided to put you to the test.”

 

“The test was decided to see if you would realize your mistakes, and correct them…” Haruka said. “We've been monitoring you for some time since you landed on Okinawa. We've been given reports from both Laharl and Mutsumi that we never wrote in our files in case you'd stumble upon them. You started out well, but when under pressure, you became rather emotional… but… in the end, you made through. You put your feelings aside, and completed the mission without fail.”

 

Keitaro's mind was again in overdrive. “But…” he looked at Laharl, his gun still trained at him. “He… he tortured…”

 

Laharl made a slight movement with his face. “Yeah… I'm sorry about that,” he muttered. “I had to make it believable. I didn't hit you too hard.”

 

“But… Mutsumi…”

 

“Look, let's go inside for a bit…” Laharl muttered. “I gotta get this bullet out first. I'll explain everything to you.”

 

Mutsumi grabbed Keitaro's arm before he could say anything more. “Come on, Kei-kun… lets go! I heard Laharl has such a wonderful home here.”

 

Keitaro could only mumble her name and couldn't even string up a sentence as she began to drag him inside the house. What in hell is going on?

 

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

 

Laharl came back in, surprisingly fully healed, and was walking normally towards the living room where Mutsumi and Keitaro were sitting. The young man was silent, stealing glances on Mutsumi and him. Taking the seat opposite and facing to them, he took out the blanket on top of the table that seemed to be covering something.

 

Under the blanket, it was a hammer, a block of broken concrete, a car battery with cables attached to them, and a few broken wooden pieces. Keitaro looked at them, still confused.

 

“Keitaro,” Laharl called. “The items you see here are the items I used during that torture scene.” He grabbed the cable, and suddenly, put both at himself. “The car battery has no charge. These stick pieces? That's what I bent instead of fingers. And this broken concrete block? This is what I used the hammer on instead of a hand.”

 

“… impossible… I saw you… I saw you break…” Keitaro couldn't say anymore as he looked back at Mutsumi. She seemed… perfectly normal. And still well filled.

 

Laharl smiled. “The file you saw on me… it didn't have complete information. I have an ability… I am able to manipulate brain function just by looking into someone's eyes. I used that ability after I finished `shocking' Mutsumi.” Laharl shifted to make himself more comfortable.

 

“… if you can manipulate brain functions… does that mean you can give illusions and such?” Keitaro asked. When Laharl nodded, he asked, “Is that what I saw…? Just an illusion?”

 

“Not a true illusion, I'm afraid…” Laharl replied. “Haruka told me to make it as real as possible… and so, with that in mind, I just manipulated your brain to replace the imagery of these products.”

 

“The wooden pieces would be the fingers. The block would represent the hand,” Laharl explained. “It was… complicated. Though I'm glad it worked. You wouldn't imagine how weird it looked like, Mutsumi groaning and shouting while I just bent a few sticks and smashed a block of concrete. But you know what was harder? Not to stare at her.”

 

Mutsumi giggled and Keitaro looked at her weirdly.

 

“She insisted on being naked,” Laharl frowned a bit. “And… it's hard to pretend to be sadistic, and hiding that you're… well…”

 

“Turned on?” Mutsumi asked, smiling.

 

“Oh hush,” Laharl muttered. “Next time, I insist on you wearing underwear, at least.”

 

Keitaro swallowed a bit. “And… her death… did you do that too?” he asked.

 

“No, actually, I couldn't put that image on you since it's a different level, and I cannot use my power twice on the same person on the same day…” Laharl replied. “Mutsumi did her own death… quite well, I must say.”

 

Mutsumi smiled a bit weakly. “I… have a condition, Kei-kun,” she said. “When I was young, I kept having ills of sorts, and I'd faint and be clinically dead for minutes before I regain consciousness. When I joined my faction, I trained myself to be able to control that aspect, and I can now feign death for a good half hour before I wake up.”

 

Keitaro blinked.

 

Mutsumi smiled. “I can demonstrate…”

 

“No, no… it's… its okay,” Keitaro stated, his voice panicky. He didn't want to be reminded of the events two days ago… even if it was told to him that everything was just theatrics. “… it was a test…”

 

“Yes,” Laharl answered evenly.

 

“… and I passed.”

 

Mutsumi nodded, smiling at him proudly.

 

Keitaro's eyes watered a bit, and he relaxed, and gave a long sigh, his tears flowing softly.

 

For a moment, Mutsumi tried to comfort him and Laharl found the ceiling very interesting. Finally, Keitaro wiped his eyes, and closed them. His mind was now arranging everything in order, and so far, it clicked.

 

“I… must apologize,” Laharl said. Keitaro opened his eyes and looked at him.

 

“For what?” Keitaro asked.

 

“I put enormous strain on you… the physical trauma and the mental ones,” he said. “Even if it was a mission for me, I still feel that an apology is necessary.”

 

“I don't think so,” Keitaro replied. “You did what you had to do… I can understand that.”

 

Nodding, Laharl stood up, and said, “You're going to be a great agent, Urashima. We'll be meeting again soon. H informed me to tell you to report to them after 2 days… consider this a real vacation. You can stay here at my house… its isolated, yet near the city. It should find you comfortable.”

 

As he began to walk away, Keitaro asked, “Where are you going?”

 

“I'm accompanying H and G as they return to HQ,” he replied. “I'm going to be their guard. Good day, Keitaro… Mutsumi.” He continued to walk away.

 

“Wait!” Keitaro stood up and ran towards Laharl. “Tell me… were you him? The demon that hit the truck?”

 

Laharl looked at him, smiled and shook his head. “No… since this is over with, I should tell you. The reason why the angel overstayed was because the demon she was hunting was a berserker.” Laharl noted that Keitaro seemed to understand the term. “As you know, Berserkers are quite… unstable. Demons that don't think and just kills. When he was thrown off towards the truck, and killed one of your promised girls, Miyuki Tenki, he saw you, Mutsumi and that Narusegawa girl… he went and charged towards you.”

 

Keitaro's mind flashed back to the time, and indeed, remembered the demon coming at them. Then… like a revelation, he remembered a figure with a sword slicing the demon in half just before he could reach them. The figure… he didn't see his face, but he wore a black flowing jacket, and his hair… purple with strands of blonde.

 

Keitaro smiled. His memories… they finally found each other. Laharl seemed to know because he just smiled, and said, “Well, I guess you know. Take care, and see you soon.”

 

Keitaro watched as Laharl, Haruka and Hina both boarded a black car and drove away. Beside him was Mutsumi who was watching with him. Without a word at her, Keitaro turned towards the house, and made a straight line towards an empty room. He slid down the bed… sighed, and fell asleep without looking around.

 

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

 

Hours later…

 

A small knock in his door woke Keitaro up. “Come in…”

 

Mutsumi entered wearing a kimono, and brining him a few clothes hung from a hanger. “Kei-kun,” she said, smiling. “There's a festival here. Come with me… please?”

 

Keitaro looked at Mutsumi as she left the clothes on his bed, and looked at it. He smiled a bit. Taking out the black pants, white turtleneck shirt and black jacket, he looked at the closet to find a towel. He grabbed it, and looked to see if there was a bathroom in his room… he found one, and proceeded to prepare.

 

Keitaro exited his room, he was fully dressed with black leather shoes he had brought from Okinawan, except they were polished a bit. Mutsumi looked at him appreciatively. “Ara, Kei-kun… you really do look handsome in those kinds of clothes,” she said with a smile.

 

Keitaro just nodded back with a small smile. Again, he didn't know how Mutsumi could bring out clothes that perfectly fit him. Tailored and comfortable, he took another look in the mirror, and found himself appreciating Mutsumi's tastes in clothes more.

 

It was a rather subdued affair, in Keitaro's opinion. The walk towards the festival wasn't too far, but it was very quiet. Mutsumi's arm was around Keitaro, and his on hers as well, but he always kept looking forward, while Mutsumi kept stealing glances at him.

 

He was also very quiet during the festival itself. The only reactions he gave were small smiles as Mutsumi tried to catch fish with a thin paper net (always falling short), or trying one of those rifle shooting games, where she almost hit the person in the stall. She dragged him almost at every stall, tried some foods, and even bought a few masks, making small talks to Keitaro, only for him to nod, and smile a bit in return.

 

After a while though, Mutsumi brought him somewhere quiet, very isolated place and then, when she saw they were alone, asked him, “Kei-kun… are you mad at me?”

 

Keitaro shook his head. He gave her a small pat in the back.

 

Mutsumi felt the answer was not her satisfaction, so asked, “Then… tell me what's wrong. You've been very quiet the whole time… and… I think you're not happy with me.”

 

She had a sad frown that Keitaro had to sigh. “… I'm sorry, Mu-chan… it… it's just that I'm afraid.”

 

“Afraid, Kei-kun?” Mutsumi asked.

 

“… This business… the test… they made me realize the fact that…” Keitaro frowned as his memory went towards the torture test. “They made me realize that… I can't let my emotions get to me… I can't let anything get to me… I can't… let get anyone close to me.”

 

“Mu-chan… I couldn't bear seeing you tortured… or dying…” Keitaro confessed. “Even if it was a test… I couldn't bear seeing you get hurt… and… I just don't want that to happen anymore…” Keitaro sighed. “I'm sorry, Mu-chan… but… even if I understand that I was fooled into this test… I also realized that in a real life situation… I could have done very irrevocable damage.”

 

Mutsumi looked at Keitaro, his head was still down, and smiled softly, and hugged him. “Kei-kun… you know how I was able to fool you?”

 

Keitaro shook his head.

 

“Because I fell for you,” she said. “I didn't need to be a fake, to pretend to fall in love… what I showed you in Okinawa… the moment we shared… that was real…”

 

She kissed him in the neck and whispered, “Emotions or attachments are liabilities for us… but it can also be our assets. Emotions give us drive to move forward… attachments allow us to get information or connections… or to know a person himself or herself. And… what I saw in you… was an amazing person who would be a great agent and a great man. When you saw the angel responsible for Mi-chan's death, you went emotional… and that emotion was your greatest weakness. When you saw me die… you got emotional as well… but it became your greatest strength. And you fulfilled the mission… you tracked the chip and kept Laharl alive… you've come a long way than a few days ago, Kei-kun.”

 

Keitaro smiled a bit. “I guess I should take back what I said… your brain is definitely your greatest asset,” he said. Looking at her in the eyes, Keitaro asked, “Do… do I really look good in these types of clothes?”

 

“Very,” Mutsumi answered honestly.

 

Keitaro nodded. “Then… you wouldn't mind if we went out and get a few more of these clothes?”

 

Mutsumi smiled widely. “Sure. When, Kei-kun? Tomorrow?”

 

Keitaro smiled, and hugged Mutsumi. “Hmmm… does it take a while?”

 

Mutsumi giggled… “Well, we can give your measurements, and pick a few general colors for you…”

 

“Good,” Keitaro began kissing her neckline, going towards her chest. “Because since we still have two days to spend, let's spend more time getting to know each other.”

 

Mutsumi giggled and slid her leg on Keitaro's. “Mhmmm… you're insatiable, Kei-kun…”

 

“Happens when you try to gift wrap your melons in a kimono,” Keitaro smiled.

 

Mutsumi grinned wickedly. “Right here, Kei-kun?”

 

“Of course,” Keitaro replied as he slowly pinned her down towards the tree. “I don't think my lady would wait any longer… or… does she?” he asked, and with a wicked smile of his own, stopped kissing and touching her.

 

Mutsumi gave him a small glare, she grabbed and turned him against the tree, pinning him. “If you think you'll get to this point and escape, you're wrong, Kei-kun.”

 

“Well… it is a rather windy night,” Keitaro noticed.

 

Mutsumi grinned wickedly as she began to undo her kimono. “Don't worry… it will heat up soon.”

 

Keitaro kissed her in the lips, and slowly removed his jacket. “Well, auntie always said summer heat was worth experiencing.”

 

Both began to kiss each other, and groping each other as the sky finally lit with the fireworks. Keitaro and Mutsumi stopped a while to see it explode into a flower of fire of multiple colors. “Beautiful, aren't they?”

 

Keitaro nodded. “Yes… and they're smart too… telling us what is going to happen to you soon.” He slowly slid down, and began to kiss her in the navel, and slowly sank, giving soft kisses until he got to his mark that caused Mutsumi to purr.

 

“Oh Kei-kun.”

 

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

 

Urashima HQ, Hina's office

 

2 days later…

 

Hina was trying not to listen to Haruka ranting about Keitaro being late. She had been going on for at least 10 or so minutes, and she could see that even Kanako was a bit tired of her speeches.

 

Its not that they could blame Keitaro… they didn't specifically tell him when to come… just to meet at the HQ after 2 days. Then, the secretary of Hina announced Keitaro's arrival, and Hina permitted his presence.

 

Haruka was still steaming, and putting a new cig in her mouth. “About time…”

 

The doors opened.

 

“Sheesh Keitaro, can't you come earli…” Haruka's cig fell from her mouth. Lucky for them, she hadn't lit it yet. And her mouth was seemingly trying to find words.

 

She wasn't the only one though. Kanako's eyes suddenly widened, and she put her head down, some color coming at her cheeks.

 

Hina was the only one who looked impressed at Keitaro. He was wearing a very handsome suit with complete with a vest, shirt, tie, slacks and polished leather shoes. His glasses were still the ones he normally uses… small rectangular frames that matched well with his face.

 

Keitaro walked in with a small disarming smile, and went straight to Haruka, picking up her fallen cig, and handed it to her. He smiled at Kanako who suddenly found the carpet floor much more interesting. He then looked at Hina.

 

“K2, reporting for duty… sorry for being late, G… M.T. felt she needed more time to apologize for tricking me,” Keitaro said with a small smirk.

 

“Its okay, K2,” Hina grabbed a folder. “This file will show you your new base of operation. You are to stay there, blending in to your faux job for a while, and settle there. H will give you mission details as they pop up, and she will be your contact there.”

 

Keitaro took the folder, and looked at it… noting on some post-scripts that were present, and nodding. “Hmmm… interesting. When do I leave?”

 

“Right now would be good. Dismissed,” Hina said.

 

Bowing, Keitaro smiled at Haruka and Kanako, and left.

 

Haruka still could not find the words, and Kanako's cheeks were even darker than earlier. Hina just smiled. “He turned to a handsome young man, didn't he?”

 

“Excuse me,” Kanako muttered as she exited the office.

 

Haruka groaned a bit. “… Is it a good or bad thing that they are not really blood brother and sister?”

 

“Haruka, don't get squeamish,” Hina replied. “It's much worse when it's about blood nephew and aunt.”

 

Haruka could only gawk. “You're implying?”

 

“Nothing,” Hina smiled. “Just saying that my little grandson… is a very handsome young man.”

 

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

 

Kanagawa Prefecture

 

A few hours later…

 

The black Aston Martin stopped just a few blocks away from the bridge where everything first started. Keitaro, still dressed like he was in the HQ, got off the car after telling the driver that he would be getting off here. As the car slowly left, he admired the car and reminded himself to save up for one.

 

Walking in the street, his memories were beginning to synch with the surroundings, giving him a rather sentimental view. It's been a long time since he was here. Spotting a store with flowers, he made a point to stop there for a moment.

 

Entering the store, he saw an old woman who bowed at him. Bowing back, he began to ask for some white roses.

 

“For your girlfriend?” the old woman asked.

 

Keitaro smiled a bit. “An old one.”

 

“Ah… trying to win her back?” she said with a small chuckle.

 

“No… just wanted to show her that I still remember,” Keitaro said truthfully.

 

“Ah… she must be a lucky young woman, to have such a dashing handsome young man giving her roses,” the old woman said as she began to put some fresh white roses in a plastic wrap. “For you, then… I'll add a few more.”

 

Keitaro smiled disarmingly. “She'd appreciate it, thank you.”

 

Keitaro left the store, flowers at hand, and walked towards the bridge. He caught the eye of a few girls passing by at him, but for now, he ignored it. He stood in the middle the bridge… then he dropped the roses in the bridge… and watched as the river began to take it away. His memories went towards Miyuki Tenki… the girl who died in the very same spot. He bowed his head a bit, gave a silent prayer.

 

“Mi-chan… I think I moved on… but I will still remember you… rest in peace,” he said and began to walk away.

 

He remembered the place… his memories now very much whole. He smiled as he walked towards the stairs… and made his way up. Reaching on the top, he smiled as he saw a young lady, a grade school student by the looks of it, with short blue hair. She was sweeping the place. As he approached her, she stopped sweeping and stared at him with a slight hint of pink in her cheeks.

 

“Um… hello, excuse me, do you have any business here?” she asked softly, looking at him from head to toe. She liked what she saw…

 

“Good morning, miss,” Keitaro said smoothly, and bowed. “I was sent here by my grandmother… Hinata… you know her right?”

 

She nodded. “But, she isn't here… she left for a vacation.”

 

“Yes, hence my appearance,” Keitaro nodded. “I'm her grandson, and effectively immediately, the owner and landlord of Hinata-sou. Name's Urashima…” he gave her a wicked smile that got her blushing fully. “Keitaro Urashima.”

 

The End

 

So ends the first mission, and the beginning of K2…

 

Feel free to add the Bond theme in the end. XD