Story: Love Hina WP

Here's another one that I decided to do. Have fun!


The idle thought had crossed her mind before she even knew it was there. “What was the most strange and out of place thing she could type?”

0001: I am the loving and devoted servant of Keitaro Urashima.

That seemed appropriately weird to her. Yes, if she was to be compelled to type in something strange and silly that is probably where she’d start! Why, the very idea! To become Urashima’s servant! To be anyone’s servant was an absurd notion. Her only devotions were to her school and to her family. And Keitaro. Whom she loved to serve.

Motoko stood up, feeling quite satisfied that the computer possessed no supernatural ability whatsoever, and smoothed out her uniform. She had been a trifle embarrassed by the design, but it served to remind Mister Urashima that she was not merely a servant. She was a woman. If anything would remind him of that it would certainly be a rather revealing and sexy French maid uniform.

A feather duster was extracted from her cleavage, and Motoko looked around the room. This was no time to waste upon frivolous things such as this computer! Not when there was so much dust in the room still needing to be vanquished! Motoko lifted the duster perpendicular to her face, focused upon the tip of it and cried “Dust-Destroying Duster!” at the top of her lungs. A burst of air sprung from out of nowhere, billowing the uniform around her, but then in the very next moment all of the dust in the room began to settle in a single location - and then winked out of existence as though it had never even been there at all.

“A servant’s work is never done,” she lamented, neatly resting the feather duster within her cleavage. “I must track down Mister Urashima and give him whatever assistance he requires.”

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It had all started shortly after Keitaro had arrived at the dorm. At that time, Motoko did not see the wonderful man she would later come to appreciate. At that time all she saw was a perverted pest that had to be exterminated at all costs.

… Until she started to feel very strange around him. Her body felt unusually weak, her face felt like it might explode from the warmth. She felt dizzy, uncertain and excited. The symptoms seemed impossible. Could it be that she had fallen in love?

She denied the possibility at the time. He was the first man she’d had to interact with regularly, and he was hardly a shining example. Motoko had no choice. She had to get rid of him. And so, she challenged him to a battle. One on one.

“If I win, you shall leave!” she declared. “If you win, I shall become your servant!”

Now, it hardly seemed a fair contest. It was like a world class chess player kidnapping a random person off the street and offering them their life and freedom if they could win a game. Just a little unmatched, and the uneven grip Urashima had upon his bokken was extremely telling. His stance was that of a complete novice and for a brief moment Motoko allowed herself to feel a little sorry for him.

That feeling had a building dropped on it, and she yelled a single word: “Begin!”

One second later and the would-be manager was disarmed, before Motoko could even reach him. He had cast his arms into the air with a terrified yell, his loose and uneven grip causing him to cast it far into the sky. This would be even easier than initially believed!

Unfortunately, she had that completely right. The only thing that she had wrong was whom it would be easy for. It happened at the last possible moment as she swung to render the manager unconscious. A simple strike that would’ve put this to rest easily. Her opponent was defenseless. Unarmed. In turn this made her cocky, arrogant. And what must follow pride is the inevitable fall.

“Time to finish this!” she yelled, just before something hard struck her on the back of her head and sent her tumbling off to the side. The next thing she knew, she was sitting up in bed feeling like she’d run a marathon. What? What happened? The other girls were all there, sitting around where she was lying down looking concerned for her. Memories came back to her in an instant. The duel! How had she wound up here? Had she - Had she -?!

“Did I lose?” she asked. Shinobu opened her mouth to say something but immediately fell silent again.

“Yeah,” Mitsune said. “His bokken landed on the back of your head, and you toppled to the ground. Sorry, hun, looks like you lost! But on the plus side! I have this cute little uniform you can wear….”

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It’s kind of amazing the way the human mind works. The placebo effect is extremely potent. If you think you’re sick, you’re sick. If you think you’re better, you feel better. If you think you’re in love, and are too distracted by your humiliating defeat to listen to people telling you that actually you’re full of the cold… Well, the result is kind of inevitable, really.

Hence Motoko walking through the dorm corridors in an outfit that would have made her die of humiliation before in a deliberate attempt to capture the attention of a man she used to think of as a weak-willed, perverted idiot. She knew better now. She knew so much better!

1.     Su finds the computer and types a few things on it.
2.     Who typed the first line?
3.     Motoko finds Keitaro and insists on doing his chores for him.
4.     What do the other girls make of Motoko’s behavioral shift?
5.     Something else