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Category:
+G to L › Love Hina
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
10,114
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Love Hina, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
If this makes sense, you weren't paying attention.
NOTICE: by the way, this is a lemon. Duh, why would you be on this site if you weren\'t looking for lemons. Anywho, i don\'t own Love Hina, and frankly, would shoot myself if i did. (just in the arm, but i\'d do it.)
Don\'t sue! please?
Tama-chan had finally had enough. The emotions and passions at Hinata-sou were running higher than ever. And with them, the violent denial of those self-same passions. Something had to happen fast, or else the “Indestructible Urashima” might wind up with permanent bodily harm.
That wouldn’t be funny. And he didn’t dare ask Toltiir for help. If he did, Keitaro might be turned into an immortal incubus, with a host of loveable catgirls after his heart and other pertinent body parts.
On second thought, that’d been done before.
In any case, Tama-chan did have one friend to call up. For the next half-hour, anyone on top of the Hinata-sou would have been treated to the sight of a flying turtle circling a chalk outline on the roof, all the while chanting ‘ooga-chaga’ and gesticulating wildly. The residents of Hinata-sou, of course would have just shrugged before going back to bed.
With an ADD foreign inventor/princess, a turtle-phobic kendoist, and a hotel manager that had more frequent flier miles than all other American Express customers combined, you’d be amazed what constituted as normal.
As the truly bizarre spell finally neared its end, the chalk outline began to glow with an alien light. Shifting endlessly through colors unlike any other in the spectrum, the chalk shifted and boiled. Something great and terrible was coming. All the denizens of Hell, all the spirits of the earth, and the gates of Heaven could not stand against the Great Thing that was now sloughing forth from beyond the void.
An answering machine popped out of thin air, proclaiming that the owner was unable to take the call at the moment, and that the caller should leave their name, number, and a short message at the sound of the beep.
Tama-chan swore. Spitting into his flippers, he decided to do things the American way, using the ARI procedure: Abort, Retry, Influence with a large hammer.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” grumbled a voice, continuing on in a lower tone with something about inconsiderate telemarketers. A rather tall man floated up out of the chalk design, sporting an impressive wingspan and a flower-embroidered towel.
“Whaddaya need?”
Tama-chan quickly explained the situation, going into great detail about the various personalities and problems of the Hinata residents. The man grew a bored expression on his face. He began to rub his temples halfway through Tama-chan’s rant. Finally, he produced a pad and pencil. “Write that down please, I don’t speak Myuh.”
Grumbling, Tama-chan did as he was bidden. When he was finished, he handed the pad back to the man.
The man read. “Truly this is an affront to all that I stand for! Passions should be freed to roam where they must! For if they do not, how can happiness ever exist in the world?” Two Navy Harriers flew overhead, spraying up non-existent seafoam. Tama-chan applauded with his flippers.
“Keep it down over there!” shouted someone from across the street.
“Bite me, you old lady!” screamed back the man. He got a boot in the mouth for his trouble.
Extracting the boot, the man sat down to plan. Still in his towel.
Momoko peered intently through her binoculars. “Come on, baby, just turn a little bit this way. Come on, I know you can do it. Mommy just wants to see what’s under that towel.”
“MOMOKO!” the girl’s father roared, “ARE YOU PEEPING ON THAT URASHIMA BOY AGAIN?!”
“N, no daddy,” she said. This time, she wasn’t lying.
“Just put the binocs away sweetie and go to bed,” came the calm voice of her mother. “And if you must masturbate, clean up your mess. I don’t want to have to wash your bed sheets.”
“Don’t I always, mom?”
In the next room, Momoko’s mother, Rika, still had her own binoculars up to her face. “Though I will say, that new guy is one nice slice of beef.”
“I live with the world’s biggest perverts,” pronounced her husband. Even though he still hadn’t removed his own binoculars and was still staring into the darkened windows of the Hinata-sou.
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This is what happens when i read too many Love Hina lemons. Hope you guys liked my not-so-serious take on doing a lemon. If this gets good reviews, or if i just bloody feel like it, more chapters will come.
To put simply, YOU decide if more chapters are written! Feel the power in your hands! BWAHAHAHAHA!
Don\'t sue! please?
Tama-chan had finally had enough. The emotions and passions at Hinata-sou were running higher than ever. And with them, the violent denial of those self-same passions. Something had to happen fast, or else the “Indestructible Urashima” might wind up with permanent bodily harm.
That wouldn’t be funny. And he didn’t dare ask Toltiir for help. If he did, Keitaro might be turned into an immortal incubus, with a host of loveable catgirls after his heart and other pertinent body parts.
On second thought, that’d been done before.
In any case, Tama-chan did have one friend to call up. For the next half-hour, anyone on top of the Hinata-sou would have been treated to the sight of a flying turtle circling a chalk outline on the roof, all the while chanting ‘ooga-chaga’ and gesticulating wildly. The residents of Hinata-sou, of course would have just shrugged before going back to bed.
With an ADD foreign inventor/princess, a turtle-phobic kendoist, and a hotel manager that had more frequent flier miles than all other American Express customers combined, you’d be amazed what constituted as normal.
As the truly bizarre spell finally neared its end, the chalk outline began to glow with an alien light. Shifting endlessly through colors unlike any other in the spectrum, the chalk shifted and boiled. Something great and terrible was coming. All the denizens of Hell, all the spirits of the earth, and the gates of Heaven could not stand against the Great Thing that was now sloughing forth from beyond the void.
An answering machine popped out of thin air, proclaiming that the owner was unable to take the call at the moment, and that the caller should leave their name, number, and a short message at the sound of the beep.
Tama-chan swore. Spitting into his flippers, he decided to do things the American way, using the ARI procedure: Abort, Retry, Influence with a large hammer.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” grumbled a voice, continuing on in a lower tone with something about inconsiderate telemarketers. A rather tall man floated up out of the chalk design, sporting an impressive wingspan and a flower-embroidered towel.
“Whaddaya need?”
Tama-chan quickly explained the situation, going into great detail about the various personalities and problems of the Hinata residents. The man grew a bored expression on his face. He began to rub his temples halfway through Tama-chan’s rant. Finally, he produced a pad and pencil. “Write that down please, I don’t speak Myuh.”
Grumbling, Tama-chan did as he was bidden. When he was finished, he handed the pad back to the man.
The man read. “Truly this is an affront to all that I stand for! Passions should be freed to roam where they must! For if they do not, how can happiness ever exist in the world?” Two Navy Harriers flew overhead, spraying up non-existent seafoam. Tama-chan applauded with his flippers.
“Keep it down over there!” shouted someone from across the street.
“Bite me, you old lady!” screamed back the man. He got a boot in the mouth for his trouble.
Extracting the boot, the man sat down to plan. Still in his towel.
Momoko peered intently through her binoculars. “Come on, baby, just turn a little bit this way. Come on, I know you can do it. Mommy just wants to see what’s under that towel.”
“MOMOKO!” the girl’s father roared, “ARE YOU PEEPING ON THAT URASHIMA BOY AGAIN?!”
“N, no daddy,” she said. This time, she wasn’t lying.
“Just put the binocs away sweetie and go to bed,” came the calm voice of her mother. “And if you must masturbate, clean up your mess. I don’t want to have to wash your bed sheets.”
“Don’t I always, mom?”
In the next room, Momoko’s mother, Rika, still had her own binoculars up to her face. “Though I will say, that new guy is one nice slice of beef.”
“I live with the world’s biggest perverts,” pronounced her husband. Even though he still hadn’t removed his own binoculars and was still staring into the darkened windows of the Hinata-sou.
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This is what happens when i read too many Love Hina lemons. Hope you guys liked my not-so-serious take on doing a lemon. If this gets good reviews, or if i just bloody feel like it, more chapters will come.
To put simply, YOU decide if more chapters are written! Feel the power in your hands! BWAHAHAHAHA!