A/N: Hello and thank you for clicking. This is my first fanfiction in…ever. I don't know if its well written or not. Honestly, after reading some of the other fiction here, I think my writing is a piece of crap .. If it is crap, I would love for you all to review with any suggestions, errors, mistakes or parts of the story that I have not made completely clear (within reason, I am going to try for plot twist and major shake ups as the story goes). Hopefully my writing will evolve for the better with help from you all.

Also, due to the plot line, characters will be a bit OOC but not by much. And finally, I think we're all familiar with the Love Hina cast, so I've skipped the initial char appearance and introductions. Was that a mistake? By all means, please let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina! If I did own Love Hina, Keitaro would not have married Naru at the end!
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"Hey, did you know that if two people who love each other go to Tokyo University, they'll live happily ever after," a little girl asked her playmate while patting on a mountain of sand.

"No," her friend answered with a shake of his head, "what's a Tokyo University?"

"It's a school for grownups," the girl answered, "when we get older, let's go to Tokyo U together!" Before the boy could answer, the girl sealed the deal with a kiss on his cheek.

"Tokyo University," a voice asked from behind the pair of children. The kids turned around and found an older woman with long auburn hair, "Todai isn't for perverted dreamers like you!"

The boy looked up at the woman with wide eyed shock, "what? That's not true!"

"Are you doubting me you idiot," the woman shouted as she cocked her fist back, "let me show you what stupid dreamers like you deserve!"

"AAAAAAAAH!" Keitaro screamed as he shot up in his bed. He looked at the digital clock to his right, 3:52 AM. "Oh god," he said as he put a hand over his hammering heart. Another nightmare he noted, another in a long string of nightmares as of late. This one had been particularly bad, his pajamas stuck to his body that was covered in sweat. "Oh god," he croaked again between deep breaths.

"Hey," Naru screamed as she stomped on the ceiling above him, "I'm trying to sleep up here! Keep it down!"

Keitaro kicked off his sweat soaked jammies and flung them across the room, as if they were the source of his most recent nightmare. He knew that wasn't' the case, his source of nightmares had been his daily life at the Hinata Sou. Su's monstrosities, Motoko's sword and Naru's fist, the trifecta that has kept his dreams scary and his nights restless.

"Sempai" Shinobu shouted as she opened his door, "I heard screaming and-" she cut herself off mid thought at the sight of Keitaro in his boxers, "AAAAAHHHH! I'm sorry," she screamed as she turned away with a blush.

"Is that Shinobu," Naru shouted as she leapt through the hole in the ceiling. "What have you done now!?" "The scene in front of her, Shinobu facing away from the hotel manager with her hands covering her eyes, and Keitaro standing in front of his bed in his boxer shorts. A vein popped on her forehead, "Will you ever learn!?"

Keitaro knew all too well what was coming. "Naru wait! I didn't do anything! I was just sleeping in my own bed!" His plea fell on deaf ears as her fist connected with his jaw and sent him flying through his bedroom wall into the early morning sky.

"That idiot," Naru huffed and then put her hands on her hips when Keitaro was out of eyesight, "I don't know why I even bother."

"But Sempai was screaming," Shinobu said, finding it easier to talk with the unexpected eye candy out of sight, "he could have needed help."

"That guy needs professional help, more than anyone can here can give him," Naru answered flippantly. Unknown to the both of them, Keitaro would indeed get help, but not in a way that either of them could predict.

Normally on his impromptu flights, Keitaro would take time to see the sights, scream, or reflect on what happened as he waited for his inevitable downfall, but this time, Naru's punch must have hit a nerve, literally. His vision blurred and colored spots began to creep from the corners of his eyes. The muscles in his neck bulged as his face began to swell. Normally he would be able to brace himself as he fell from the sky, this time he could not. He crashed head first into a thick department store billboard that advertised the newest line up of summer shoes that were soon to be released, shoes that he had already spent a good amount on yen to preorder for the very same person that knocked him in the sky.
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"Good morning Naru sempai," the resident sword maiden greeted. "I assume that lecherous male has tried to have his perverted way with you?" Motoko had heard the screams a few hours ago. Before she could ready herself to dispense justice, she heard the all too familiar sound of Keitaro crashing through the walls.

Naru huffed under her breath, "not me, poor Shinobu! Get this, the guy starts screaming in the middle of the night. I hop down in his room to see what the noise is about, and he's flashing poor Shinobu in the doorway!"

"He wouldn't" Motoko began with a gasp, then stopped herself, "no, he would, Urashima's perversion knows no bounds!"

"If y'all are gonna gossip about Keitaro naked in front of mah door, start with the good bits," Kitsune complained as she stuck her head outside her bedroom door. She heard Naru's comments through her bedroom wall. Hearing only half the truth in Naru's words, Kitsune decided to fluster the two teens.

"Kitsune!" Naru shrieked as a red shade overtook her face, "oh my gosh!"

"Why you would want to see that male in a state of undress is well beyond me," Motoko added with a shake of her head.

"Ain't hard to figure out," Kitsune countered with a grin, "I wanna see it as much as y'all do."

Both girls gasped at the fox, "Kitsune!"

"Yeah yeah, I know," she said as she made her way past them, "he's dirty and perverted and useless and vile and all kinda other bad stuff. But y'all still wanna see and I do too."

"As if," Naru screamed as the fox made her way down the stairs. "That girl…"

As the two made their way downstairs, they were surprised that Keitaro had not arrived back at Hinata-sou. The smallest pang of concern began to form in Naru's mind. Instead of going with that feeling, she pinched herself on her hip and pushed that thought far from her mind. A guy like that is not deserving of her concern.

It would be three days before Keitaro returned home.
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"This is it," the brown haired little girl giggled as she finished the final touches on her sand castle, "this is Tokyo University!" As she said that, the castle stretched and grew on its own. The two were forced out of the sandbox as the castle grew and grew until it took its final shape, a sandy form of Tokyo University.

"It's so big," the boy exclaimed, "we're too little to reach the doorknob, how can we get in here?"

"We can do it," this little girl encouraged and gave his hand a loving squeeze, "I'll make sure to get in, so you do too!"

The boy gave his friend a big grin, he was so moved that he knew someone would be waiting for him. Even if the sand building was huge, even if it looked intimidating from the sheer size of it, he wouldn't be afraid because he wouldn't have to do it alone. "Okay! I promise! I'll meet you here!"

"You again," a voice bellowed behind the children.

"Oh no! It's the witch lady, run away," the girl screamed as she disappeared out of sight. The boy turned around and found the same auburn-haired woman from before, the one that nearly punched his lights out.

"How dare you," the woman started, her voice began as a low growl but rose in intensity as she went. "I told you this place isn't for perverts like you!"

"That's not true-"the boy was cut off mid-sentence by the witch's foot that found its way into his gut.

"GET OUT THE WAY YOU BUM," a man in a hard hat screamed over Keitaro's crumpled form. He found a sleeping Keitaro, in a pair of filthy boxers, on a pile of gravel that had to be moved before he could start his work. The man had chased off squatters from his construction site before, but they never seem to get the message. He had assumed Keitaro was another unlucky s.o.b and, feeling irritated that yet another bum found his way into the hard hat area, he got a running start and kicked Keitaro as if he were a soccer ball off of the pile.

"You," Keitaro groaned as he rose to his feet, "you again! You're here again!? You're always here!"

"What do you expect", the hardhat man shouted as he stood his ground, "this is my work site! I am the foreman! Get out of here!"

"I AM NOT A PERVERT! I've haven't done anything, to anyone!"

"What the hell," the hardhat man thought out loud as he took a step back. He noticed this fellow had a wild, glazed over look in his eyes, "it's just my luck I get the crazies! Get out of here or I'm calling the cops!"

"You're always here, hitting me, stomping on my dreams, and you chased away my friend" Keitaro mumbled as he stared at the auburn witch in front of him. He did not notice how his vision blurred as he shouted his foe down, he did not notice the dirt, gravel, steel beams and garters around him, he did not notice the stinging cuts from his bare feet, all he noticed was the pain in his gut and his heart, "we were so happy, and you chased her away!"

The foreman pinched the bridge of his nose as the dirty underwear clad loon continue to shout nonsense. "Ok screw the cops," he said as he cracked his knuckles, "I'll throw you out myself!"

"Do you know how it feels!? All those punches!? Of course you don't!" Keitaro bent his knees and rushed forward. "Here! Let me show you HOW IT FEELS!"

If imitation is the best form of flattery, Naru would have been so proud. Keitaro's body acted on its own as he dug his toes into the dirt and slid into a punching stance that he was all too familiar with. The foreman tried to dodge, but it was too late. Keitaro was in point blank range and his punch was already in motion. There was enough force behind Keitaro's blow to knock his victim through a cinderblock wall, and into an open port-a-potty on the other side of the site. As the man hit the toilet wall back first, the entire port-a-potty cartwheeled with him.

"Serves you right," Keitaro mumbled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost consciousness and fell back over the pile of gravel.
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Breakfast and lunch came and went with no sign of Keitaro. No matter how much Naru tried to deny it, all of the residents, including herself were worried sick.

"How hard ya clock 'em this time, Naru," Kitsune asked from her perch on the couch.

"It was really hard," Shinobu answered for her. She had placed a chair right next to the telephone just in case her beloved sempai called.

"Ya shouldn't have done that, Naru"

"Why are you blaming me!? He was the one that was exposing himself to Shinobu!"

"Sempai didn't, I opened his door without knocking and saw him…like…that." Her cheeks blushed as she finished her sentence, the sight of her sempai in his boxers would be forever seared into her memory, she would make sure of it.

"Hmm…see somethin good," Kitsune asked with a grin, "was he at half-mast or full salute?"

"What do you…you don't mean…", Shinobu followed Kitsunes train of thought and fainted.

"Have you no shame," Motoko bellowed, "she is a child! There are children present!"

"Oh don't get ya panties in a bunch," Kitsune dismissed with a wave of her hand, "it ain't like she never thought about it, and Su don't get what I'm sayin."

"You mean penis," Su chimed in happily, causing Motoko and Naru to face fault, and Kitsune to howl with laughter. "Is penis tasty to eat?"

"You Su, are my favorite person here," the fox said as she wiped a tear from hey eye, "come on kiddo, I'll buy ya some banana ice cream, the horses were good to me today."

"I see we're in a good mood," Haruka said as she entered the main room, then raised an eyebrow at Naru, Motoko, and Shinobu passed out on the floor, "what happened here?"

"Something…hilarious! Tell ya about it on the way to the ice cream shop," Kitsune offered.

Haruka shrugged her shoulders with a facial expression that said, sure, why not?
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"I don't think this is a good idea," the brown haired girl said with a touch of worry in her voice. She and her friend hid in a bush just across the street from Tokyo U, "what if the witch lady comes back?"

"Let her," the boy said as he puffed out his chest, "I punched her buns good last time! If she comes back I'll punch her again!" He then stood from the bush he hid in, "you hear me witch lady! Ima puncha yo buns!"

The two children waited for the witch lady to come, when she didn't show, they both ran onto the school grounds.

"How do we get inside," the boy asked his friend as they reached the front door.

"Punch it," the girl suggested with a fist pump, "punch it like you did the witch lady!"

"Yeah! Okay!" The boy took a few steps back and ran towards the door, "here I go!" The boy punched the door as hard as he could, but nothing happened. "What is this!?"

To the kids surprise, an old, ugly, bent and wrinkled hand held the young boy's fist. As the boy tried to pull away, the hand tightened its grip, rose to the middle of the door, lifting the boy off of his feet and into the air as it did so.

"What is this," the boy asked again as he looked down. Something held him in place at the top of the door. Before he was able to find the will to struggle, he found himself being carried away from the door.

"You….wretched….male," a voice hissed as a woman's head phased through the wall. Long, unkept, raven black hair hid her face as the rest of her body phased through the door. What was once a white kimono with red hakama were tattered and faded into dull and dingy greys. It was as if this woman had climbed out of a grave, just to be there at this very moment.

"Wretched male," the voice hissed again, then the sound that followed threatened to make the boy wet his pants. The unmistakable sound of sharp metal pulled from a scabbard filled his ears. "I will bury you along with your failed hopes and desires!" In an instant, the boy found himself staring at the business end of a rusted katana two inches from his face.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Keitaro screamed as his eyes snapped open.

"Sir! You're okay," a woman's voice said just out of his eyesight, he tried to move his head to see his surrounding but went into a panic when he realized he couldn't do so.

"Let me go you crazy-"

"Sir its ok," the voice offered as a young woman came into view, "its ok now, you're in the hospital, you're safe."

"Hospital," Keitaro asked between grasps for breath, "how-"

"You were found on a construction site," the woman offered, "a good samaritan found you and called 119, we rushed out to find you and bought you here."

Keitaro saw a nurses hat on her head but was not satisfied until his bed was raised so that he could see his surroundings. He was indeed in a hospital room. There was a needle in his right arm pumping unknown fluids into his veins, and a brace around his neck that made head movement impossible.

"What happened," he groaned after his heart slowed to a normal pace.
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A/N: And that is the end of the first chapter. Hopefully the switch between dreams and reality is clear. I plan to do that a lot as the story goes. Also, it seems a bit random now, but once it comes out whats happening and why, the story will move along at a smooth pace. In any event, how was the first chapter? Was it okay? Was it decent, or should I just delete the story right now? By all means leave your opinion, I'll answer what questions I can, or explain myself if need be . Until next time!