Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ A Monsterous Affair ( Chapter 34 )
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AN. I appreciate all of the feedback I have gotten on this story and I wanted to thank all of you who took your time to write a review to tell me what you have been thinking of my writing.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
A MONTEROUS AFFAIR
A MONTEROUS AFFAIR
“CHERRRY BLOSSOM CALM”
Tsuruko looked to the doorway only to be temporarily blinded by a hailstorm of pink flowers that suddenly filled the room. When her vision was clear enough to see she saw Haruka standing there in her battle robe. In one hand she held a small branch from a cherry tree that seemed to be continually blooming before her eyes. In the other her sash of cherry red was wrapped tightly around her fist.
“Quickly Tsuruko, use your most immobilizing attack or we have lost him!”
Snapped out of the daze and sorrow that had overcome her when the love she had finally found suddenly became a monster before her eyes, Tsuruko whipped her sword from its sheath and brought it to bear on the hulking brute before her. ‘Forgive me Keitaro, but I must do this’ weaving a complex pattern with the tip of her bade and then brought it fully around her body to snap downward at the thing that had once been the man she loved.
“BINDING OF THE SHEAVES”
Keitaro’s arms and legs suddenly were forced to his sides and his body seemed to bend unnaturally as he was lifted into the air by the forces Tsuruko brought to bear on him. He fought and struggled for what seemed like an eternity against what was happening to him. Then, he straightened out stiff as an ironing board and fell to the floor with a resounding crash. Before Tsuruko could ask any questions about what was going on Haruka was kneeling in front of the gargantuan form of their lover, binding him tightly with the sash she still held tightly in her fist. When she finally stood up Tsuruko could see that Keitaro’s entire body was now wrapped tightly in a cocoon of red.
“What's happened Haruka? What is happening to Keitaro and why is he metamorphosing this way?”
“Do you remember when I told you that our grandmother sealed Keitaro’s chakra coils?” Haruka asked, tears flowing down her cheeks freely, when the other woman only nodded without replying she continued. “Keitaro’s body and mind are not used to having the normal flow of chakra that should have been flowing through him all along. Do to the sudden release of several of his coils his body and mind has suddenly been flooded with the energy from those coils. My best guess is that he is unable to control anything he is doing at the moment. While binding him I found that he has three coils still tightly blocked and that is part of his problem also. And if we don’t find a way to fix them soon his coils will be permanently damaged and we will lose the upcoming battle. In fact if his coils aren’t unblocked completely in the next three days…Keitaro will die.”
Tsuruko and Haruka looked into each others eyes and burst into tears. They could do nothing else as they held onto each other and wept. For several minutes all they could do was weep as they looked at the distorted body of the man they loved.
Keitaro’s normally slight, yet muscular frame had been replaced by one that was at least eight feet long hand had to weigh at least six hundred pounds. His normally graceful artist’s hands were now the size of the large tire rims that you would see on construction trucks. His feet had burst through his shoes and now resembled the trunk-like legs of elephants. His head was completely misshapen one side seemed to be squashed nearly flat while the other had swelled to dimensions that made it appear to be a rather large pumpkin. The disturbing picture would leave them both thinking that he now looked like the mummified remains of a cross between Quasimodo and the Frankenstein’s monster. The site of the tragic transformation brought on a fresh deluge of tears as the two women wept into each other’s shoulders.
They went down to the kitchen area to try to relax and were instantly bombarded by questions from the rest of the girls that had decided to share the man between them stunned gasps and an eerie silence met their explanations then explicit and vulgar denial as each of them went upstairs calling his name. The two women waited as tears streamed down their pallid cheeks as they listened to the other girl’s loud gasps and then their respective wails as they saw what had become of the man that had cared for them for so long. They raised their eyes to meet the stares of the women returning to the kitchen whose red eyes and tearstained faces announced what they all felt in their hearts. Then everyone started to wail at once each of them different and the result was a cacophony of dread.
“My baby will never know its daddy!” Naru wailed as she put her fist through the wall of the kitchen.
“It’s not fair I haven’t finished repaying him for everything!” Mitsuné cried into her knees as she rocked back and forth in the fetal position on the floor.
“I…I…I haven’t even gotten to be with him yet! It wasn’t time yet” Mutsumi sobbed into her own heaving bosom. She was sounding very muffled and wet, as her tears had already soaked through the front of her shirt.
“I am loosing my Kei-kun and I just got him!” Kanako cried as she lost her ability to control her transformations, shifting from one form to the next with each racking sob.
“If Keitaro dies I do as well!” Motoko vowed as she sat cross legged on the floor contemplating the Hinata blade as it rested in her lap.
“Keitaro-sempai has to be here to give me my babies!” Little Shinobu cried softly as she rested her head on the tabletop and allowed her tears to stain its worn surface.
This continued for over an hour, with each girl vowing that she had come to love the dorky apartment manager more. Short verbal fights broke out when the girls started playing the blame game trying to make themselves feel better about their loss by making each of the others look bad.
It was in the middle of one of these heated arguments that Kaolla found herself walking into when she entered the kitchen. Anyone who had ever known the girl knew by heart that to ignore Kaolla-Su was detrimental to your safety, not to mention your sanity. So it should have been no surprise when a small explosion suddenly wracked the small kitchen.
The arguing women looked up into the eyes of the eccentric genius to see that she had clad herself in some kind of ceremonial garment. Her robe seemed to be made of the palest white silk trimmed in turquoise. While it wasn’t flashy it was superbly stunning in its simplicity. After the smoke cleared they were able to discern the tears that had stained her face. Despite the emotional distress that she was under she managed to keep her stately appearance as she bowed to the group of women and said “We had best prepare. It is my duty to inform you that you are to receive a royal visit. The king and queens of Mol-Mol along with his royal highness and her grace the princess will be here in one hour to test the worthiness of Keitaro Urashima beloved of Kaolla-Su first princess of Mol-Mol and also the fellow brides and concubines of said Mr. Urashima. They will be arriving in two hours you have until then to prepare. If you have any questions I am prepared to answer then now.
“Kaolla, how are we supposed to prepare for them? Keitaro’s dieing!” Naru asked as she choked back her tears.
“It will be decided at the time whether or not her royal grace will be allowed to perform the ceremony of healing that will allow Mr. Urashima to return to his normal form. At that time it will also be decided on whether or not to allow the Urashima to enter the royal house of Mol-Mol. If it is decided that he is not worthy of either of these The Urashima will be allowed to die in peace and if he has gotten an heir on the first princes as a boy will be trained as a royal guard or scholar as a girl a scholar or a concubine if she has the figure and ability for it.” With that the blondé giajin turned and slowly crept from the room leaving the others stunned at the announcement she had just made.
The sudden effect of the announcement did manage to accomplish two things.
First: the fighting had instantly stopped. No matter what else the girls might do to get Keitaro’s attention they knew in their hearts that fighting over him and blaming each other would not make it any better, though they could hear Haruka muttering something about killing Granny Hina if she were still alive for blocking his chakra coils to begin with.
Secondly: They were all cleaning freaks for the next hour. The unexpected visit from Kaolla’s parents was something of a shock. They had all met Amara and her husband the king. But their royal majesties had never even written Kaolla a letter and now they were visiting if it wasn’t for their worry about Keitaro and their future this would have definitely been stressing anyway.
Then they had gathered themselves together in their most somber clothes and waited for Kaolla’s parents to make their appearance. Then without warning the walls of the small teahouse started to vibrate violently. Then, without any warning at all, five very regal individuals stood before our motley collection of girls. Their nerves, already stretched to the breaking point, forced them to keep their eyes focused on their footwear.
One of the women disengaged from the fore of the group and began walking up and down the row of nervous women. Stopping briefly she began berating each of them in turn.
“Urashima, Haruka you not only allowed the abuse on your nephew to continue for years without interruption you almost encouraged it. You then allowed many years of mental torture to the boy. You also seduced him and then proceeded to insinuate yourself into the physical relationships he was set up for by the younger women. Surely you must be ashamed of yourself.”
“Aoyama, Motoko you claim to be honorable yet you constantly assaulted your apartment manager for accidents and clumsiness. I am glad my honor means more to me than that what yours does to you. What it must be like to think so much of honor and yet be able to dispose of honorable actions at the same time.”
“Mitsuné, Konno how nice it must be for you to be allowed to live in a woman’s dorm full of targets. How nice it must have been for you to have someone to take revenge on for what happened to you in you past by making others miserable. To have a very openhearted young apartment manager to try to wheedle out of paying your fair share of the expenses and demanding so many parties just so you could get your daily fix of booze.”
“Tsuruko, Aoyama, the apple never fall far from the tree to use a European saying. If the younger is vicious and spiteful, whom did she learn that from I wonder? Yes it is true…the apple never falls far from the tree. Conniving and full of pride you are. How the mighty have fallen. Why else would you would allow your younger sister’s trickery against you to force a fate on someone who would have never deserved the bitterness of being married to, and living with you sister as she was.”
“Maehara, Shinobu, you hold a lot of guilt yourself thinking lustful thoughts about him yet never opening your mouth to defend him when you were at fault for the multiple times he has viewed your body. You always did desire to bed him and only your cowardess prevented you from fulfilling that dream earlier.”
“Otohimé, Mutsumi such a little slut you are to be causing problems for him. Causing him trouble by feinting into his arms every chance you got. Trying to get him to fondle you a little bit before one of these other so-called self righteous bitches pummeled him for it. Your sexual appetites might be normal but there is no way that I would allow my grandson to even associate with you in a classroom setting, much less live in the same building with him.”
Narusegawa, Naru, bully-in-chief. Such a noble little cow to think of everything she desires without caring what anyone else thought. You round up the others and beat the hell out of someone and restrict his actions and expect to be praised for it. It hasn’t been ten years ago, yet the man lying upstairs is probably still repairing the damage you caused his grandmothers property. But I forgot he has money now so you don’t mind putting out a little as long as you get your share of the loot.”
“Kaolla-Su first fool of the great country of Mol-Mol. You refused to grow up and constantly threatened everyone with your unsafe inventions. Just because you can do it doesn’t mean you should. Mechanized turtles here, exploding turtles there, bits of property everywhere. You alone are more responsible for the amount of damage that man upstairs has had to repair. Your insane curiosity to try everything has finally cost you everything. If you weren’t so damn brilliant you might have actually learned something....”
Each of the girls hung their head in shame. The accusations of the woman were all true, each and every one. The shock and pain each of them felt was nothing compared to the final shock that was exposed when the woman finished with…
“…if you weren’t my daughter I would possibly have you shot. Now give mom a hug and tell me how I can help your young man.”
Finally seeing Kaolla’s mother after all these years brought a shocked expression to each of the women’s faces. They watched as Kaolla rushed into the older woman’s arms as tears flowed freely from the young Mol-Molian. After being berated for the last five minutes it was too much for the girls. Each of them collapsed face first onto the nearest piece of available furniture, everyone except Tsuruko that is. It was she who managed to guide their guests towards a large divan, allowing their guests to sit down, before finally collapsing herself.
“Everyone, this is my mother second queen of Mol-Mol. My daddy is there he is his royal majesty and parliament leader. And this is First queen of Mol-Mol mother to my big brother Lambda. You have all met Amara before she is my older sister,” said the bubbly blondé teenager, as she snuggled into the side of the older woman.
“Now daughter, I want to know everything that has been going on here, and I do mean everything. By all accounts you should have been finished with your studies more than two years ago. Then out of the blue you finally call us to say we need to heal your lover and intended. Just what is going on here young ladies?”
“Are you sure that you want to know what’s happening?” Haruka interjected. “The story is going to take quite some time to tell.”
“Very sure,” came the resonating baritone of the man that was Kaolla’s father. “My daughter has been very lax in her letters to us and it would behoove me to know just why I should allow this farcical relationship to continue.”
“Very well, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With that said Haruka launched into the very long tale of why Keitaro was so precious to her and the rest of the girls. She recounted many of the misadventures he and the other girls have been on. And when she finally ran out of material information the other girls gladly took up the slack.
The looks on the faces of the royal family of Mol-Mol ranged from amusement to abject horror and into stern consternation as the stories and tales began piling up. Lambda’s mother had tears in her eyes when Motoko described the sacrifice that Keitaro had been willing to put himself through to free Naru from the necklace and the three of them were obviously full of rage when they got to the story when Kentaro tried to betray all of them. The two older women smack their husband upside the head more than once when he tried to press for details on the girls giving themselves into Keitaro’s ‘HANDS’ and they would continue slapping him for several more minutes when they saw his blush and the blood seeming slowly from his nose. The slaps disappeared much to his chagrin he received a double hammer whammy from both of his wives. While he thought, ‘How is it women punish us for being perverted, but if they are we put up with it. Hell we actually encourage it!’ he last conscious thought that ended up being for a few minutes as the darkness enfolded him from his pummeling.
When the two ladies were finished rendering the old pervert unconscious they turn to find that the girls that had been chastised for pummeling their man were now staring bullets at them.
“Where do you get off yelling at us for pummeling Keitaro for being a pervert when you just about knocked your own husband senseless for it?” Naru demanded.
“We caught him being a pervert on purpose. Your young man never sought out times to be perverted. From what we have found out he more or less stumbled his way into those situations…literally. So we are more than justified. Now if you had caught your Keitaro drilling holes in the women’s bath or trying to peek down a skylight to see the women’s shower at the gym we not only wouldn’t have scolded you, we probably would have helped you deal with him.”
“You mean he…actually has been caught attempting to…?” Motoko stammered as her face turned crimson. “If you wish I will make sure he never tries to do anything like that…” she had risen to feet and drawn her bokkan to finish whatever action she had deemed necessary to deal with the lecherous old king but found herself restrained by her sister and Haruka. “Sister why do you restrain me on this one? You know the old hentai deserves to be punished for his actions.”
“It is true that he deserves punishment sister. But do you not think that these two women are used to doling out the required beating he deserves? They are his wives and it is they that have the right to oversee what is to be done with him, Am I correct in this?” Tsuruko asked calmly.
“I see that you are wiser than you seemed from our reports,” answered Kaolla’s mother just as calmly. “However if you catch him in the act of peeping on any of you have my permission to punish him as you see fit.”
With the reassurance that the old letch would be kept in line by his wives Motoko returned to sitting next to her sister and only occasionally sent a glance of foreboding his way. The two queens noticed the look and nodded in satisfaction. Kaolla’s choice in men would never be perverted he had too many tender fleshy bits that he wanted to stay attached to him. Besides they knew that it was more than likely that the need to see and do perverted things probably ran through the feminine gene in his family. They had met his grandmother after all. Deciding to see just how rampant the perversion went in his family they leaned close and whispered as one.
“Just how gifted and…talented is he anyway?”
Their reward was twofold. First: their husband and kind started to sputter and cough about priorities as he turned a little bit green. Secondly: Every Hinata girls rocked back as identical gouts of blood burst from their collective nostrils.
The two queens crowed mirthfully as the girls tried valiantly to recover from the sudden attack of deviancy each of them felt when Keitaro’s marital prowess was mentioned. Haruka was the first to recover and smiled warmly as she wiped the last vestiges of blood from under her lip.
“It’s true that we have been…blessed by the amount of love Keitaro has shown us. In fact if it were not for the wills instructions I doubt that any of us would be able to restrain herself from partaking in his outstanding gifts. When he turns his energy to seeing that each of us girls is...well taken care of, well I know for certain that no man has been able to…so completely satisfy me that way before.”
Tsuruko watched in fascination as the two queens leaned even closer to Haruka as she spoke, and when she saw their eyes glaze over as they listened to her describe Keitaro’s abilities she decided to add her own little bit of information to the queens knowledge about their lover. Leaning back she adjusted her legs as if to show off and smiled like a bird fed cat and said.
“Between his skill and enthusiasm he would be more than enough for any woman. But he makes you feel as if you are the only woman on the planet, even if you are sharing him with another woman for the night. And Adonis himself wouldn’t be better equipped, how big do you think he is sister nine or ten inches fully erect?”
Motoko was embarrassed through and through at the direction this conversation had taken. But when Tsuruko asked her question she couldn’t stop herself from answering.
“Eleven inches four centimeters Tsuruko-nee. I measured it against the handle of my bokkan and he is three centimeters longer.”
Although Motoko turned red as a beet when she heard herself answer her sister’s questions it was nothing compared to what happen to the so called royal highnesses of Mol-Mol. The King turned greener, then grey and passed out. His tongue flopped thickly from his mouth as the thoughts of a non-royal was so well gifted. The fact that these women were discussing the anatomy of another man also had the effect of making him rather ill. His mind, overwhelmed with information that he did not need…or want to know, shut down in self preservation.
The queens were far different. Their glassy eyed stare deepened as the mental images of Keitaro’s prowess flooded their respective mindscapes. Their jaws seemed to completely unhinge as a large quantity of drool escaped the confines of both mouths and dropped down to soak the fronts of both women’s blouses, exposing elongated nipples to public view. Then as their minds slowly processed the subtle information they had gathered the looked at one another and swallowed heavily. Then, as they turned back towards the younger women the shot across the room as a racer would a drag strip. They both collided with the wall with a heavy bang and lazed there dazed for five minutes as their bodies tried to reassert control.
Haruka and Tsuruko both started rolling in laughter as the two matronly women twitched on the floor. Motoko slapped her sister on the shoulder and complained loudly that she was becoming a hentai-no-baka but laughed just as hard. Soon every one of Keitaro’s girls were laughing and hanging on to one another, everyone except Kaolla.
“Our Keitaro is dieing and you are making jokes. Kaolla doesn’t think this is funny at all. We should be trying to help him not making jokes.”
“Kaolla my dear this is why you were sent away to live with someone besides us. I was trying to get information originally but your…what is the Japanese word…oh yes, hentai-no baka father had to start us of on a tangent. No as you are so concerned about the young man up there I suggest you take us to him…And this time properly please.”
“I apologize mother, I will.”
With that the usually over exited woman slowly made her way up the stairwell. This shocked most of the rest of the girls for two reasons. Firstly: her normal method would be to bound up the stairs in a manner where the only place her feet would touch the floor would be the landings. Second: she had obeyed someone about acting proper. Everyone else was so stunned the just slowly followed in the slow wake of the effervescent girl. Haruka had a different thought in mind.
“Do you think you could tell me how you got her to do that?” She whispered in the tallest ones ear. “If we could do that it would save a fortune on paint.”
The older woman smiled and nodded as she herself had dealt with the rambunctious girl for the first ten years of her life. The only thing that had surprised her was the fact that her daughter had actually obeyed her. Nodding at the unheard comment mad by Haruka she quietly followed her daughter up the winding staircase and down the hall to where Keitaro was being ‘kept’.
Once they had all entered the tiny room the two queens knelt on opposite sides of Keitaro. They ran their fingers over a little patch of his exposed scalp and noted the huge dimensions of his hands and feet. They both looked worried as they examined his mammothly misshapened head. Then they ran their long fingers down his back and chest at the same time. Naru lunged forward when they reached into the ribbons to where his ‘private areas’ were but was held back by Amara and Mutsumi. Their tears were evident as they continued the examination of his deformed and oversized body. Then they began chanting in the language Kaolla used when she was overly exited, and Keitaro began to glow, or more to the point deferent parts of Keitaro began to glow.
First his head started to glow and then it began to shift soon it was returned to the shape his head was normally, just twelve times bigger. One by one they covered his body. His back was straightened the glow of health returned to his skin and his hands return to their elongated and some what feminine shape.
For what seemed like hours the two matrons of Mol-Mol chanted and Keitaro’s body reverted to somewhat normal. One the chanting was done the girls recognized the mass wrapped in scarlet as Keitaro except for one thing KEITARO WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TEN FEET TALL!!!
“Your young man is returned to you but there is a…slight problem. This man has not ingested a potion since the day of his birth and if he does not partake of the potion your grandmother brewed him soon he will remain like this forever. The fact the he is ten feet tall means nothing if he does not have his memories. It is our belief that this young man is encased, trapped in his own mind if you will. I cannot penetrate the wall he has put up but some thing is wrong with him mentally at the moment.”
“Mother,” Came Kaolla’s soft voice I am the fastest here I will return to the Hinata and bring back Keitaro’s potion. With that the young beauty shred the robes she had been wearing and to no-ones surprise she was wearing hip hugging khaki shorts and a tied of button down shirt underneath. With a last nod in the direction of the two matronly women she leapt from the window and streaked out into the streets headed for the Hinata on foot.
When the sounds of Kaolla’s speedy exit finally faded from view Haruka turned to the two women who were kneeling at Keitaro’s side.
“What do you mean that our man is trapped within his own mind? How could this have happened?”
“Your grandmother placed this spell when you were both too young to actually do anything about it. While it is true that most of his chakra coils have released his body was not ready for it. The combination of his coils releasing and his mind clearing for the first time in his life was too much for his body to handle and it went into overdrive. If it were not for his gift of healing himself his body would have torn itself apart. And while I do not doubt your ability as a shrine princess or Miko, or whatever you call your position, you cannot deny that your inexperience could have cost him his life. I do applaud your using your blessed sash to bind him though, along with the cherry branches and blossoms everywhere it actually looks nice and would be much more comfortable than rope, or tape.”
“I didn’t know what else to do,” she confessed, “all I saw was my beautiful Keitaro changing into some kind of monster. He even tried to take a swipe at us. I know the real Keitaro would never do something like that. And I knew I couldn’t hurt him so I and Tsuruko did what we could to contain him. He looked to be in so much pain that I nearly wanted to end his suffering but I was too selfish and could not bear to live without him.”
“You were not the only one Haru-chan,” Tsuruko interjected, “I was married to an abusive son of a bitch and now I am a concubine to the most caring man I have ever known. My family has trained since the dawn of recorded time to battle monstrous transformations such as these. And I could not strike the killing blow to the one I love, even if it were to cost me my life.”
“None of us could Tsu-chan.” Naru said as the tears flowed freely from her eyes. “After everything we have done to him he has stuck around to make sure we were healthy, happy and content. And if we can pull him out of this funk I plan on making him take a week off again. I don’t know why the Kami wanted his life to be so difficult but I don’t plan on leaving it that way.”
“I agree Naru-sempai we all still own him for everything. All of the happiest times I remember are because of Keitaro-sempai. I don’t even remember happy times with my family. It was always Keitaro who sought to make me happy.” Shinobu whispered
“I sore years ago that I wouldn’t let myself care for anyone. But know I have a family that needs my help and my lover is dieing, WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW” Mitsuné railed as the tears overflowed her eyes to pour down her cheeks.
“You will all calm down is what you will do. I trust my daughter to find that thrice accursed vial of tea and we will get it down his neck. Then we are going to summon ‘Granny Hina’ for a nice little chat so I can chew her out for tampering with things she ought not to. Then I am going to get really drunk and then I am going to plan my daughters wedding. Then,” she said as she pointed to the Miko and the older samurai, “I am going to help you research that stupid, so-called demon located beneath the Hinata grounds. And if I think it’s what the clues point to it is we are all in for a world of confusion and pain until we crack it open…permanently.”
“What do you mean, crack it open,” Mutsumi said, speaking up for the first time in her life.
“What type of animal is most prevalent in Nature girl?”
“That’s easy insects are the most populous form of life on the planet.”
“Correct. If a demon were insect based, would it be easier or harder to destroy?”
“Ummm…”
“You̵ 7;ve got the idea. Most insects are quite helpful, but it seems to me we might just be dealing with the gypsy moth of the demon world.”
Tsuruko looked to the doorway only to be temporarily blinded by a hailstorm of pink flowers that suddenly filled the room. When her vision was clear enough to see she saw Haruka standing there in her battle robe. In one hand she held a small branch from a cherry tree that seemed to be continually blooming before her eyes. In the other her sash of cherry red was wrapped tightly around her fist.
“Quickly Tsuruko, use your most immobilizing attack or we have lost him!”
Snapped out of the daze and sorrow that had overcome her when the love she had finally found suddenly became a monster before her eyes, Tsuruko whipped her sword from its sheath and brought it to bear on the hulking brute before her. ‘Forgive me Keitaro, but I must do this’ weaving a complex pattern with the tip of her bade and then brought it fully around her body to snap downward at the thing that had once been the man she loved.
“BINDING OF THE SHEAVES”
Keitaro’s arms and legs suddenly were forced to his sides and his body seemed to bend unnaturally as he was lifted into the air by the forces Tsuruko brought to bear on him. He fought and struggled for what seemed like an eternity against what was happening to him. Then, he straightened out stiff as an ironing board and fell to the floor with a resounding crash. Before Tsuruko could ask any questions about what was going on Haruka was kneeling in front of the gargantuan form of their lover, binding him tightly with the sash she still held tightly in her fist. When she finally stood up Tsuruko could see that Keitaro’s entire body was now wrapped tightly in a cocoon of red.
“What's happened Haruka? What is happening to Keitaro and why is he metamorphosing this way?”
“Do you remember when I told you that our grandmother sealed Keitaro’s chakra coils?” Haruka asked, tears flowing down her cheeks freely, when the other woman only nodded without replying she continued. “Keitaro’s body and mind are not used to having the normal flow of chakra that should have been flowing through him all along. Do to the sudden release of several of his coils his body and mind has suddenly been flooded with the energy from those coils. My best guess is that he is unable to control anything he is doing at the moment. While binding him I found that he has three coils still tightly blocked and that is part of his problem also. And if we don’t find a way to fix them soon his coils will be permanently damaged and we will lose the upcoming battle. In fact if his coils aren’t unblocked completely in the next three days…Keitaro will die.”
Tsuruko and Haruka looked into each others eyes and burst into tears. They could do nothing else as they held onto each other and wept. For several minutes all they could do was weep as they looked at the distorted body of the man they loved.
Keitaro’s normally slight, yet muscular frame had been replaced by one that was at least eight feet long hand had to weigh at least six hundred pounds. His normally graceful artist’s hands were now the size of the large tire rims that you would see on construction trucks. His feet had burst through his shoes and now resembled the trunk-like legs of elephants. His head was completely misshapen one side seemed to be squashed nearly flat while the other had swelled to dimensions that made it appear to be a rather large pumpkin. The disturbing picture would leave them both thinking that he now looked like the mummified remains of a cross between Quasimodo and the Frankenstein’s monster. The site of the tragic transformation brought on a fresh deluge of tears as the two women wept into each other’s shoulders.
They went down to the kitchen area to try to relax and were instantly bombarded by questions from the rest of the girls that had decided to share the man between them stunned gasps and an eerie silence met their explanations then explicit and vulgar denial as each of them went upstairs calling his name. The two women waited as tears streamed down their pallid cheeks as they listened to the other girl’s loud gasps and then their respective wails as they saw what had become of the man that had cared for them for so long. They raised their eyes to meet the stares of the women returning to the kitchen whose red eyes and tearstained faces announced what they all felt in their hearts. Then everyone started to wail at once each of them different and the result was a cacophony of dread.
“My baby will never know its daddy!” Naru wailed as she put her fist through the wall of the kitchen.
“It’s not fair I haven’t finished repaying him for everything!” Mitsuné cried into her knees as she rocked back and forth in the fetal position on the floor.
“I…I…I haven’t even gotten to be with him yet! It wasn’t time yet” Mutsumi sobbed into her own heaving bosom. She was sounding very muffled and wet, as her tears had already soaked through the front of her shirt.
“I am loosing my Kei-kun and I just got him!” Kanako cried as she lost her ability to control her transformations, shifting from one form to the next with each racking sob.
“If Keitaro dies I do as well!” Motoko vowed as she sat cross legged on the floor contemplating the Hinata blade as it rested in her lap.
“Keitaro-sempai has to be here to give me my babies!” Little Shinobu cried softly as she rested her head on the tabletop and allowed her tears to stain its worn surface.
This continued for over an hour, with each girl vowing that she had come to love the dorky apartment manager more. Short verbal fights broke out when the girls started playing the blame game trying to make themselves feel better about their loss by making each of the others look bad.
It was in the middle of one of these heated arguments that Kaolla found herself walking into when she entered the kitchen. Anyone who had ever known the girl knew by heart that to ignore Kaolla-Su was detrimental to your safety, not to mention your sanity. So it should have been no surprise when a small explosion suddenly wracked the small kitchen.
The arguing women looked up into the eyes of the eccentric genius to see that she had clad herself in some kind of ceremonial garment. Her robe seemed to be made of the palest white silk trimmed in turquoise. While it wasn’t flashy it was superbly stunning in its simplicity. After the smoke cleared they were able to discern the tears that had stained her face. Despite the emotional distress that she was under she managed to keep her stately appearance as she bowed to the group of women and said “We had best prepare. It is my duty to inform you that you are to receive a royal visit. The king and queens of Mol-Mol along with his royal highness and her grace the princess will be here in one hour to test the worthiness of Keitaro Urashima beloved of Kaolla-Su first princess of Mol-Mol and also the fellow brides and concubines of said Mr. Urashima. They will be arriving in two hours you have until then to prepare. If you have any questions I am prepared to answer then now.
“Kaolla, how are we supposed to prepare for them? Keitaro’s dieing!” Naru asked as she choked back her tears.
“It will be decided at the time whether or not her royal grace will be allowed to perform the ceremony of healing that will allow Mr. Urashima to return to his normal form. At that time it will also be decided on whether or not to allow the Urashima to enter the royal house of Mol-Mol. If it is decided that he is not worthy of either of these The Urashima will be allowed to die in peace and if he has gotten an heir on the first princes as a boy will be trained as a royal guard or scholar as a girl a scholar or a concubine if she has the figure and ability for it.” With that the blondé giajin turned and slowly crept from the room leaving the others stunned at the announcement she had just made.
The sudden effect of the announcement did manage to accomplish two things.
First: the fighting had instantly stopped. No matter what else the girls might do to get Keitaro’s attention they knew in their hearts that fighting over him and blaming each other would not make it any better, though they could hear Haruka muttering something about killing Granny Hina if she were still alive for blocking his chakra coils to begin with.
Secondly: They were all cleaning freaks for the next hour. The unexpected visit from Kaolla’s parents was something of a shock. They had all met Amara and her husband the king. But their royal majesties had never even written Kaolla a letter and now they were visiting if it wasn’t for their worry about Keitaro and their future this would have definitely been stressing anyway.
Then they had gathered themselves together in their most somber clothes and waited for Kaolla’s parents to make their appearance. Then without warning the walls of the small teahouse started to vibrate violently. Then, without any warning at all, five very regal individuals stood before our motley collection of girls. Their nerves, already stretched to the breaking point, forced them to keep their eyes focused on their footwear.
One of the women disengaged from the fore of the group and began walking up and down the row of nervous women. Stopping briefly she began berating each of them in turn.
“Urashima, Haruka you not only allowed the abuse on your nephew to continue for years without interruption you almost encouraged it. You then allowed many years of mental torture to the boy. You also seduced him and then proceeded to insinuate yourself into the physical relationships he was set up for by the younger women. Surely you must be ashamed of yourself.”
“Aoyama, Motoko you claim to be honorable yet you constantly assaulted your apartment manager for accidents and clumsiness. I am glad my honor means more to me than that what yours does to you. What it must be like to think so much of honor and yet be able to dispose of honorable actions at the same time.”
“Mitsuné, Konno how nice it must be for you to be allowed to live in a woman’s dorm full of targets. How nice it must have been for you to have someone to take revenge on for what happened to you in you past by making others miserable. To have a very openhearted young apartment manager to try to wheedle out of paying your fair share of the expenses and demanding so many parties just so you could get your daily fix of booze.”
“Tsuruko, Aoyama, the apple never fall far from the tree to use a European saying. If the younger is vicious and spiteful, whom did she learn that from I wonder? Yes it is true…the apple never falls far from the tree. Conniving and full of pride you are. How the mighty have fallen. Why else would you would allow your younger sister’s trickery against you to force a fate on someone who would have never deserved the bitterness of being married to, and living with you sister as she was.”
“Maehara, Shinobu, you hold a lot of guilt yourself thinking lustful thoughts about him yet never opening your mouth to defend him when you were at fault for the multiple times he has viewed your body. You always did desire to bed him and only your cowardess prevented you from fulfilling that dream earlier.”
“Otohimé, Mutsumi such a little slut you are to be causing problems for him. Causing him trouble by feinting into his arms every chance you got. Trying to get him to fondle you a little bit before one of these other so-called self righteous bitches pummeled him for it. Your sexual appetites might be normal but there is no way that I would allow my grandson to even associate with you in a classroom setting, much less live in the same building with him.”
Narusegawa, Naru, bully-in-chief. Such a noble little cow to think of everything she desires without caring what anyone else thought. You round up the others and beat the hell out of someone and restrict his actions and expect to be praised for it. It hasn’t been ten years ago, yet the man lying upstairs is probably still repairing the damage you caused his grandmothers property. But I forgot he has money now so you don’t mind putting out a little as long as you get your share of the loot.”
“Kaolla-Su first fool of the great country of Mol-Mol. You refused to grow up and constantly threatened everyone with your unsafe inventions. Just because you can do it doesn’t mean you should. Mechanized turtles here, exploding turtles there, bits of property everywhere. You alone are more responsible for the amount of damage that man upstairs has had to repair. Your insane curiosity to try everything has finally cost you everything. If you weren’t so damn brilliant you might have actually learned something....”
Each of the girls hung their head in shame. The accusations of the woman were all true, each and every one. The shock and pain each of them felt was nothing compared to the final shock that was exposed when the woman finished with…
“…if you weren’t my daughter I would possibly have you shot. Now give mom a hug and tell me how I can help your young man.”
Finally seeing Kaolla’s mother after all these years brought a shocked expression to each of the women’s faces. They watched as Kaolla rushed into the older woman’s arms as tears flowed freely from the young Mol-Molian. After being berated for the last five minutes it was too much for the girls. Each of them collapsed face first onto the nearest piece of available furniture, everyone except Tsuruko that is. It was she who managed to guide their guests towards a large divan, allowing their guests to sit down, before finally collapsing herself.
“Everyone, this is my mother second queen of Mol-Mol. My daddy is there he is his royal majesty and parliament leader. And this is First queen of Mol-Mol mother to my big brother Lambda. You have all met Amara before she is my older sister,” said the bubbly blondé teenager, as she snuggled into the side of the older woman.
“Now daughter, I want to know everything that has been going on here, and I do mean everything. By all accounts you should have been finished with your studies more than two years ago. Then out of the blue you finally call us to say we need to heal your lover and intended. Just what is going on here young ladies?”
“Are you sure that you want to know what’s happening?” Haruka interjected. “The story is going to take quite some time to tell.”
“Very sure,” came the resonating baritone of the man that was Kaolla’s father. “My daughter has been very lax in her letters to us and it would behoove me to know just why I should allow this farcical relationship to continue.”
“Very well, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With that said Haruka launched into the very long tale of why Keitaro was so precious to her and the rest of the girls. She recounted many of the misadventures he and the other girls have been on. And when she finally ran out of material information the other girls gladly took up the slack.
The looks on the faces of the royal family of Mol-Mol ranged from amusement to abject horror and into stern consternation as the stories and tales began piling up. Lambda’s mother had tears in her eyes when Motoko described the sacrifice that Keitaro had been willing to put himself through to free Naru from the necklace and the three of them were obviously full of rage when they got to the story when Kentaro tried to betray all of them. The two older women smack their husband upside the head more than once when he tried to press for details on the girls giving themselves into Keitaro’s ‘HANDS’ and they would continue slapping him for several more minutes when they saw his blush and the blood seeming slowly from his nose. The slaps disappeared much to his chagrin he received a double hammer whammy from both of his wives. While he thought, ‘How is it women punish us for being perverted, but if they are we put up with it. Hell we actually encourage it!’ he last conscious thought that ended up being for a few minutes as the darkness enfolded him from his pummeling.
When the two ladies were finished rendering the old pervert unconscious they turn to find that the girls that had been chastised for pummeling their man were now staring bullets at them.
“Where do you get off yelling at us for pummeling Keitaro for being a pervert when you just about knocked your own husband senseless for it?” Naru demanded.
“We caught him being a pervert on purpose. Your young man never sought out times to be perverted. From what we have found out he more or less stumbled his way into those situations…literally. So we are more than justified. Now if you had caught your Keitaro drilling holes in the women’s bath or trying to peek down a skylight to see the women’s shower at the gym we not only wouldn’t have scolded you, we probably would have helped you deal with him.”
“You mean he…actually has been caught attempting to…?” Motoko stammered as her face turned crimson. “If you wish I will make sure he never tries to do anything like that…” she had risen to feet and drawn her bokkan to finish whatever action she had deemed necessary to deal with the lecherous old king but found herself restrained by her sister and Haruka. “Sister why do you restrain me on this one? You know the old hentai deserves to be punished for his actions.”
“It is true that he deserves punishment sister. But do you not think that these two women are used to doling out the required beating he deserves? They are his wives and it is they that have the right to oversee what is to be done with him, Am I correct in this?” Tsuruko asked calmly.
“I see that you are wiser than you seemed from our reports,” answered Kaolla’s mother just as calmly. “However if you catch him in the act of peeping on any of you have my permission to punish him as you see fit.”
With the reassurance that the old letch would be kept in line by his wives Motoko returned to sitting next to her sister and only occasionally sent a glance of foreboding his way. The two queens noticed the look and nodded in satisfaction. Kaolla’s choice in men would never be perverted he had too many tender fleshy bits that he wanted to stay attached to him. Besides they knew that it was more than likely that the need to see and do perverted things probably ran through the feminine gene in his family. They had met his grandmother after all. Deciding to see just how rampant the perversion went in his family they leaned close and whispered as one.
“Just how gifted and…talented is he anyway?”
Their reward was twofold. First: their husband and kind started to sputter and cough about priorities as he turned a little bit green. Secondly: Every Hinata girls rocked back as identical gouts of blood burst from their collective nostrils.
The two queens crowed mirthfully as the girls tried valiantly to recover from the sudden attack of deviancy each of them felt when Keitaro’s marital prowess was mentioned. Haruka was the first to recover and smiled warmly as she wiped the last vestiges of blood from under her lip.
“It’s true that we have been…blessed by the amount of love Keitaro has shown us. In fact if it were not for the wills instructions I doubt that any of us would be able to restrain herself from partaking in his outstanding gifts. When he turns his energy to seeing that each of us girls is...well taken care of, well I know for certain that no man has been able to…so completely satisfy me that way before.”
Tsuruko watched in fascination as the two queens leaned even closer to Haruka as she spoke, and when she saw their eyes glaze over as they listened to her describe Keitaro’s abilities she decided to add her own little bit of information to the queens knowledge about their lover. Leaning back she adjusted her legs as if to show off and smiled like a bird fed cat and said.
“Between his skill and enthusiasm he would be more than enough for any woman. But he makes you feel as if you are the only woman on the planet, even if you are sharing him with another woman for the night. And Adonis himself wouldn’t be better equipped, how big do you think he is sister nine or ten inches fully erect?”
Motoko was embarrassed through and through at the direction this conversation had taken. But when Tsuruko asked her question she couldn’t stop herself from answering.
“Eleven inches four centimeters Tsuruko-nee. I measured it against the handle of my bokkan and he is three centimeters longer.”
Although Motoko turned red as a beet when she heard herself answer her sister’s questions it was nothing compared to what happen to the so called royal highnesses of Mol-Mol. The King turned greener, then grey and passed out. His tongue flopped thickly from his mouth as the thoughts of a non-royal was so well gifted. The fact that these women were discussing the anatomy of another man also had the effect of making him rather ill. His mind, overwhelmed with information that he did not need…or want to know, shut down in self preservation.
The queens were far different. Their glassy eyed stare deepened as the mental images of Keitaro’s prowess flooded their respective mindscapes. Their jaws seemed to completely unhinge as a large quantity of drool escaped the confines of both mouths and dropped down to soak the fronts of both women’s blouses, exposing elongated nipples to public view. Then as their minds slowly processed the subtle information they had gathered the looked at one another and swallowed heavily. Then, as they turned back towards the younger women the shot across the room as a racer would a drag strip. They both collided with the wall with a heavy bang and lazed there dazed for five minutes as their bodies tried to reassert control.
Haruka and Tsuruko both started rolling in laughter as the two matronly women twitched on the floor. Motoko slapped her sister on the shoulder and complained loudly that she was becoming a hentai-no-baka but laughed just as hard. Soon every one of Keitaro’s girls were laughing and hanging on to one another, everyone except Kaolla.
“Our Keitaro is dieing and you are making jokes. Kaolla doesn’t think this is funny at all. We should be trying to help him not making jokes.”
“Kaolla my dear this is why you were sent away to live with someone besides us. I was trying to get information originally but your…what is the Japanese word…oh yes, hentai-no baka father had to start us of on a tangent. No as you are so concerned about the young man up there I suggest you take us to him…And this time properly please.”
“I apologize mother, I will.”
With that the usually over exited woman slowly made her way up the stairwell. This shocked most of the rest of the girls for two reasons. Firstly: her normal method would be to bound up the stairs in a manner where the only place her feet would touch the floor would be the landings. Second: she had obeyed someone about acting proper. Everyone else was so stunned the just slowly followed in the slow wake of the effervescent girl. Haruka had a different thought in mind.
“Do you think you could tell me how you got her to do that?” She whispered in the tallest ones ear. “If we could do that it would save a fortune on paint.”
The older woman smiled and nodded as she herself had dealt with the rambunctious girl for the first ten years of her life. The only thing that had surprised her was the fact that her daughter had actually obeyed her. Nodding at the unheard comment mad by Haruka she quietly followed her daughter up the winding staircase and down the hall to where Keitaro was being ‘kept’.
Once they had all entered the tiny room the two queens knelt on opposite sides of Keitaro. They ran their fingers over a little patch of his exposed scalp and noted the huge dimensions of his hands and feet. They both looked worried as they examined his mammothly misshapened head. Then they ran their long fingers down his back and chest at the same time. Naru lunged forward when they reached into the ribbons to where his ‘private areas’ were but was held back by Amara and Mutsumi. Their tears were evident as they continued the examination of his deformed and oversized body. Then they began chanting in the language Kaolla used when she was overly exited, and Keitaro began to glow, or more to the point deferent parts of Keitaro began to glow.
First his head started to glow and then it began to shift soon it was returned to the shape his head was normally, just twelve times bigger. One by one they covered his body. His back was straightened the glow of health returned to his skin and his hands return to their elongated and some what feminine shape.
For what seemed like hours the two matrons of Mol-Mol chanted and Keitaro’s body reverted to somewhat normal. One the chanting was done the girls recognized the mass wrapped in scarlet as Keitaro except for one thing KEITARO WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TEN FEET TALL!!!
“Your young man is returned to you but there is a…slight problem. This man has not ingested a potion since the day of his birth and if he does not partake of the potion your grandmother brewed him soon he will remain like this forever. The fact the he is ten feet tall means nothing if he does not have his memories. It is our belief that this young man is encased, trapped in his own mind if you will. I cannot penetrate the wall he has put up but some thing is wrong with him mentally at the moment.”
“Mother,” Came Kaolla’s soft voice I am the fastest here I will return to the Hinata and bring back Keitaro’s potion. With that the young beauty shred the robes she had been wearing and to no-ones surprise she was wearing hip hugging khaki shorts and a tied of button down shirt underneath. With a last nod in the direction of the two matronly women she leapt from the window and streaked out into the streets headed for the Hinata on foot.
When the sounds of Kaolla’s speedy exit finally faded from view Haruka turned to the two women who were kneeling at Keitaro’s side.
“What do you mean that our man is trapped within his own mind? How could this have happened?”
“Your grandmother placed this spell when you were both too young to actually do anything about it. While it is true that most of his chakra coils have released his body was not ready for it. The combination of his coils releasing and his mind clearing for the first time in his life was too much for his body to handle and it went into overdrive. If it were not for his gift of healing himself his body would have torn itself apart. And while I do not doubt your ability as a shrine princess or Miko, or whatever you call your position, you cannot deny that your inexperience could have cost him his life. I do applaud your using your blessed sash to bind him though, along with the cherry branches and blossoms everywhere it actually looks nice and would be much more comfortable than rope, or tape.”
“I didn’t know what else to do,” she confessed, “all I saw was my beautiful Keitaro changing into some kind of monster. He even tried to take a swipe at us. I know the real Keitaro would never do something like that. And I knew I couldn’t hurt him so I and Tsuruko did what we could to contain him. He looked to be in so much pain that I nearly wanted to end his suffering but I was too selfish and could not bear to live without him.”
“You were not the only one Haru-chan,” Tsuruko interjected, “I was married to an abusive son of a bitch and now I am a concubine to the most caring man I have ever known. My family has trained since the dawn of recorded time to battle monstrous transformations such as these. And I could not strike the killing blow to the one I love, even if it were to cost me my life.”
“None of us could Tsu-chan.” Naru said as the tears flowed freely from her eyes. “After everything we have done to him he has stuck around to make sure we were healthy, happy and content. And if we can pull him out of this funk I plan on making him take a week off again. I don’t know why the Kami wanted his life to be so difficult but I don’t plan on leaving it that way.”
“I agree Naru-sempai we all still own him for everything. All of the happiest times I remember are because of Keitaro-sempai. I don’t even remember happy times with my family. It was always Keitaro who sought to make me happy.” Shinobu whispered
“I sore years ago that I wouldn’t let myself care for anyone. But know I have a family that needs my help and my lover is dieing, WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW” Mitsuné railed as the tears overflowed her eyes to pour down her cheeks.
“You will all calm down is what you will do. I trust my daughter to find that thrice accursed vial of tea and we will get it down his neck. Then we are going to summon ‘Granny Hina’ for a nice little chat so I can chew her out for tampering with things she ought not to. Then I am going to get really drunk and then I am going to plan my daughters wedding. Then,” she said as she pointed to the Miko and the older samurai, “I am going to help you research that stupid, so-called demon located beneath the Hinata grounds. And if I think it’s what the clues point to it is we are all in for a world of confusion and pain until we crack it open…permanently.”
“What do you mean, crack it open,” Mutsumi said, speaking up for the first time in her life.
“What type of animal is most prevalent in Nature girl?”
“That’s easy insects are the most populous form of life on the planet.”
“Correct. If a demon were insect based, would it be easier or harder to destroy?”
“Ummm…”
“You̵ 7;ve got the idea. Most insects are quite helpful, but it seems to me we might just be dealing with the gypsy moth of the demon world.”