Teen Titans Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction / Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Fight for love ❯ An Australian in Hinatasou ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer- I don't own the Anime series OR the Manga about Love Hina.

Then again I am not a comedic genius with a warped sense of humor like Ken Akumatsu.

 

Wrell with tyhat out the way. I can give a synopsis about the tale about to unfold.

A new resident comes to Hinatasou. A resident with secrets and a dubious hold upon

sanity at best. Unfortunatelly for him. the gods like to be amused. After all it's not everyday

an otherworldly traveler lands smack dab in the middle of their best source of amusement too

often. That and the fact he is a polar opposite to Keitaro nearly. He may not be an accident

prone stumbvlebum with a heart of gold. Oh no. this guy is a chip off the old block in

stereotypical mould. Somewhat sarcastic moody and a hardly smiling flame haired Gaijin

with a serious attitude and what seems a stick up his ass.

 

Sheesh with a new tennant like this the girls may just take Keitaro's light heartedness in

a new light. Especially since this new resident seems to be a jaded sourpuss that can give

verbal abuse just as much as he receives it.

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Chapter 1 An Australian in Hinatasou

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The residents of Hinatasou stared at the main entrance of the building.

Su Kaolla looked intruiged being the mad inventor type. Shinobu Maehara 's eyes

widened and she hid behind one resident Samurai wannabe.

Mitsune Konno blinked ncertainlly as she gazed and tilted her head
"Well I guess that song it's raining men in this case is correct."

 

She muttered in a bewildered tone wondering if the slender 6ft tall seeming man was a

figment of her beer sotted imagination? Or really here.

 

Naru Narusawaga narrowed her eyes slightlly at the offending man that was smelling

slightlly as if he hadn't had a bath in a week his clothing a dark black pair of trousers a

grey shirt sporting an oval with a picture of a snowboarder and the motif 'Extreme'.

A set of wire frame glassess arorned the man's features . as did a shock of red hair in a

mullet. a scraggly mess of hair upon his lower jaw laughinglly refered to a beard/moustache

combo. other than that a pair of brown genuine leather boots with dark navy blue socks

tucked in them.

"Whomever he is? He certainlly does stink. Sheesh doesn't he know what a bath is."

Naru stated somewhat unkindly as she gazed at the slumbering spectacle before her with

some disgust and a heavy bit of scorn thanks to her parents she veiws the male of the

species with barely consealed scorn. even although she wanted to be a popular diva.

 

Iorny at it's best. What stopped everyone cold was the sheath the man gripped.

It was held together by string at the bottom to prevent it from splitting apart.

 

Within it was housed a Japanese blade a Wazacuchi sword. the sword usually denoted

a samurai one of mild or no status a Ronin as Samurai NEVER lose their Katana

it is an unforgivible sin by honour to be Katanaless as to a Samurai their Katana is a

reflection of their Soul and Honor.

 

Motoko Aoyama narrowed her eyes speculitivelly as she sensed the imballence of ki

within this individual. A ki that was filled with hopelessness dispair and anguish pain

negitivity and depression. what unsettled her was the anger she could feel from the man

in question. as if this man had been in many a fight before and upon the losing slate.

 

"Whomever he is? He has had some warrior training even a novice such as I can sense this."

 

Motoko stated bluntlly.
"What I don't understand is his purpose for being here. Or his mode of travel.

It is unheard of to simply teleport at whim like he has done. Not even the most skilled in

ancient times could accomplish the feat he has just done. This in itself is a troubling aspect."

The swordswoman stated and looked at the other residents.
"It reflects badly upon us if we simply ignore this and leave him to rot. It maybe against

my principals to accept a man such as this one here under our roof. But the Gods Cry school

principals do state to protect the innocent and until we do know better. Everyone is innocent

until proven guilty. So whom will help me carry this peice of dead weight inside Hinatasou."

 

Motoko stated in a stern tone denoting that she would rather not waste time with nonsense.
In the end it was Naru Keitaro and Herself that managed to lift the 'giant' of a man into

Hinatasou. Amid grumbling about the smell of the gangly man whilst Mokoto claimed

the man's blade.

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A thorough search was made of the individual in the loungeroom.

 

A wallet with identification denotng a date from the future as well as the fact he was

from a different country alltogether and from what Identification he was from a family

called Chattillon.

Motoko narrowed her eyes at Kitsune.
"I hope you are not going to take advantage of him. He is somewhat unsavory and from

what I sense of his Ki ? He could retaliate with a lot of anger. He is a disturbed person."

Motoko stated evenly.
"I suspect he is possessed of a demon? But my suspicions are inconclusive as of yet."

 

 

Mitsune arched a brow.
"Hey now? Don't be painting me with the same brush that others do? All I care about is

that smile on his photo ID. I man he looked cute smiling openly like that. All clean shaven

and a scholar by the look of it as well. Wonder what the hell happened to him? I mean look

at him now? Even uncontous as he is there's no smile no laugh looks like a stern line on his

lips. "

 

The osakan greyish haired young woman stated in a tetched tone.

Motoko's expression became more serious.

"I don't know that is just another faccet to this mystery. One that bears looking into without

prying into sensitive areas. You all saw how tight his left hand was upon the hilt of the

Wakasushi he carried. I have a bad feeling about this. But the code of bushido states to help

those in need."

She stated in a stone laden tone

Naru snorted
"He could be a bigger pervert than Baka Keitaro!"
Naru groused out in exasperation.

It was then the subject of debate awoke
"Ungh my head. Where the hell am I. Certainlly not my bed that's for sure."

 

The masculine west australian dialect stated angrilly as murky blue eyes stared around

suspicouslly in a jaded mistrustful glance. Noting his wallet Brian reappropriated it and glared

at the assembled people coldly.

"Who's been frsking me? and where's my sword it cost me $300 and I for one don't apreciate

thieves stealing from me"

 

Brian stated in a cold tone as his blood heated up as he shot the residents of hinatasou

suspicous mistrustfull looks. His eyes widened as he recognised his surroundings then

Motoko Aoyama. He then placed a nutral look upon his face.

"My blade if you will. It's for self protection. I would like it back a true warrior like yourself

wouldn't steal from another as it is dishonorable and brings shame to your clan."

Brian stated in a terse angry yet even minded tone as he shot his left arm straight whilst he

was seated his hand open expectantlly. His left eyebrow hiked up.

"I await the return of my belongings Samurai. it is against your honor to lay claim to a blade

that does not belong to you or is not given freely with the consent of the original owner."

 

Here Brian narrowedf his eyes
"Especially since the blade itself may be accursed or filled with Negitive karma."
Brian stated in a sarcastic tone.

 

Motoko deftly relinqiushed the blade with a look of disgust and apprihention.

She allready had the pleasure of facing a cursed sword before she didn't relish holding

another like it suspected or not.

Keitaro frowned slightlly as he heard this
"What do you call your blade?"
He asked hesitantlly
*Oh god I hope it's not like the Hina blade. One cursed sword is bad enough*

 

The Kairin thought to himself in a worried tone. Brian snorted as he gripped his blade again

"Darksoul. That is what I call my blade and I assure you it has fed upon the blood of demons

the like of which I hope you never see. There are many demons young man. most of them

are not physical."

Brian stated coldly as he relented somewhat noting the terrified look Shinobu gave him
"I appologise. I mean you no harm young lady."

Brian adressed Shinobu gently as he could albeit his expression was that of a slightlly

frowning man. as if he didn't know how to have fun.

 

Naru narrowed her eyes as she crossed her arms.
"So who the hell are you? Some whack job or a serial murderer."

She stated in a snort of anger.

Brian stood and faced Naru and snorted.
"Brian Chattillon Eldest son of Dirk Chattillon . What's it to you Bitch. I don't like being

called a murderer without due evidence. Don't you EVER accuse me of being a

pervert or a rapist or I will godammed gut you where you stand!"

 

Brian stated in a dark tone as he was breathing heavilly to reign in his temper as not to

do something he was sure to regret. True they didn't know anything about him but still

there was no reason for Naru to mouth off like she did. Especially to some stranger of

dubious sanity that held within his hands an expensive steel blade that could very well

end her life no matter if the blade was dull as shit and only a practice sword.

 

Brian mentally chastised himself as his body was shaking in barely concealed violent anger

"Your lucky this is not the Feudal ages bitch! Such accusations would demand a

blood feud between clans, or at the very least a pesonal deul of honor. But I realise that

this is not the Megji era and the fact you are not a swordswoman. Consider yourself fortunate...."

 

Brian breathed out between his cavitied teeth as his eyes were narrowed and staring

daggers of intense hatered at the brownish haired girl.

 

Naru sweatdropped as she noted the insane hate within those eyes that were behind the

glassess and swallowed hastilly as she realised that she had gotten off on the wrong footing

with this obviouslly emotionally disturbed adult man whom was WAY older than her.

 

"Whatever, I am going rto my room to study."

She stated in bravvido as she made her escape to her room.

Shinobu made her excuses and went to the kitchen and the others likewise got out of the

immidiate vicinity of a pissed off redhead psycho with a sword.

 

Motoko was the only onre remaining whom arched a sedate brow.

"That was uncalled for Chattillon-San. I hope all Australians are not as rude as you are."
That being stated the Samurai in training strode to her room. She looked behind her
"You coming I suppose I shall have to show you to your guestroom since you scared

the life out of everyone else."

Motoko stated in a dispassionate tone.

Brian stalked after the Gi attired girl muttering under his breath about getting no respect

and death threats upon someone called 'Wayne' for whom the life Motoko couldn't fhantom

was the cause of Brian's irritation.

 

She stopped before the male side of the hotsprings
"First I suggest you bathe Keitaro shall show you how it's done. He shall lead you to

your 'Room' I have other matters that need my express attention. I have no time to deal with

delusional idiots. So I bid my leave of you."

With that Motoko turned upon her heel and left the now steaming mad redhead to Keitaro's

mercies as the inept clumsy man explained the uniqueness of the residents to the silent fuming

mad redhead.

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Oh boy. Seerms like Keitaro ha a powderkeg of a new inadvertant resident to diffuse.

Problem is How the heck did this psycho het into hinatasou in the first place and whom or

what is Wayne? and why is Brian so antagonistic of this person.