Red Moon (A “Love Hina” fan fiction)

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Red Moon

A “Love Hina” fan fiction

“F*** IT!” he grunted. “F*** IT ALL! I quit! I’ve had it with f***ing Tokyo University! And that f***ing ‘promise girl!’ They can all go to hell!”

His name was Urashima Keitaro and the more he thought about his life the more he was sick of it.

He was twenty years old. He was a student caught in the limbo between high school and university. His grades were good enough to graduate from high school but not good enough to gain entrance to Tokyo University.

He was holed up in Hinata House. He was lucky to get any accommodation at all within a reasonable distance of the university he was so desperate to get into and the institution where he had to pass all the necessary exams. And at this stage he still hadn’t decided what it was he wanted to study at the university.

There were those five girls he lived with. It should have been a young man’s dream come true to be the only man in a dorm full of young women but it seemed that these girls all had it in for him. One, Aoyama Motoko, was a hot-tempered swordswoman; the second, Konno Mitsune or Kitsune, was a lecherous drunkard; the third, Kaolla-su, a foreign girl, was a hyperactive teenager who never gave him a minute’s peace; the fourth, Maehara Shinobu, was a very withdrawn girl, barely out of puberty. But Narusegawa Naru was the worst of them. She was an absolute neurotic and a horribly violent one at that, one who would smash his face in at the slightest provocation. He had to replace no less than four pairs of glasses because of her.

The most absurd thing about his whole situation was the memory he had carried with him since he was five. It was of his first and only girlfriend to date. He remembered the words she had spoken to him. She said, “Kei-kun, did you know that if a boy and a girl go into Tokyo University together they’ll love each other forever and be together forever?”

To the five-year-old Keitaro this was a beautiful notion. But what this girl said next captured his heart and held it tight. “Let’s you and me go to Tokyo University together! And then we’ll be together forever!” Keitaro promised solemnly, linking his little finger with hers. She sealed that promise with a kiss on the cheek.

It was so solemn and yet so innocent. But now fifteen years later that promise was to Keitaro what the dead albatross was to the Ancient Mariner. Not only had Keitaro never seen or heard of the girl since she and her family moved away, he had completely forgotten her name. Yet still the memory of that absurd promise was as clear as it ever had been and it held Keitaro’s heart in a stranglehold.

But that night his mind was firmly made up. With those two words, “F*** IT!” the memory and the promise that had hamstrung him for three quarters of his life were suddenly invalidated. He packed up what few clothes and what little money he had and left Hinata House, Tokyo City and the promise forever.

* * * * *

How the blazes did he end up here in the jungle on an island in the South Pacific? And how did he still manage to keep his glasses intact? All that Keitaro had planned to do was to get away from Tokyo and start a new life somewhere else. The beginning was unremarkable enough. He got on the Bullet Train to Kyoto where he planned to spend a few days among the Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines and clear his head. But on leaving Kyoto station he saw, or rather, he thought he saw, Aoyama Motoko the swordswoman. The red hakama, the white gi, the long, black hair… He panicked and ran into the nearest metro station. After a few hours of blindly blundering about he found himself back on the Bullet Train, heading towards Okayama.

Stopping at a noodle bar he turned and saw… was it who he thought it was? Was that Kitsune with the collar-length hair, a mini-skirt, and a bottle of wine at her side? Was that Hinata House’s resident drunkard? He thought of going forward to get a closer look but decided not to take any chances. Back on the train he fled, still heading west.

He arrived at Hiroshima late in the evening. He had only just come out of the station when, in the crowd, he thought he saw yet another of the girls of Hinata House. It was a petite girl with short, black hair who looked for all the world like Maehara Shinobu, the youngest girl of Hinata House. Of all the Hinata girls she was the one with whom Keitaro got on best. But he couldn’t face her now. He fled.

Before he knew it he was back in Tokyo. It was late at night but there were still throngs of people on the streets. Now in a city the size of Tokyo it’s very easy to just disappear into the crowd and never be seen or heard of again. But out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw… oh, bloody hell!

Even though his eyesight was very poor and he only saw the back of the girl he knew immediately who it was, the very same neurotic and violent girl whom he hated and who hated him, Narusegawa Naru! There was only one thing on his mind at that point: RUN!!!

And not only did he run, he flew and sailed as well, to Sapporo, to Okhotsk, to the Kamchatka Peninsula, to the Aleutian Islands, to Alaska, to Peru, to Chile, and finally to several dozen of the little islands that make up Micronesia.

And that, in the space of just under a thousand words, is how Urashima Keitaro found himself in a jungle on a small island in the southern Pacific Ocean, totally and completely worn out, ragged and ravenous, but still with his glasses intact.

* * * * *

If Keitaro learned anything at all from this demented escapade it was how to keep his belly full wherever he was in the world, from the frozen Aleutian Islands to the steamy tropical jungles. He allowed himself a generous feast on all the fruits the jungle had to offer and then crawled under the net canopy, onto the hammock and promptly fell asleep.

He woke up late the next day and made his way downhill, hoping to find a spot to bathe. But at the bottom of the valley he found not a lake but a patch of quicksand. Well, by now he knew quicksand when he saw it and he always steered clear of it. However, on this occasion he saw three naked native girls on the other side of the patch. He ducked in behind the foliage, not wanting them to notice him.

All three girls had dark skin and long, glossy black hair. One of them was tall and well-built but not muscular, the second was shorter and somewhat chubby with fully-grown breasts, and the third was the most petite with the figure of a girl in her mid-teens. They milled around the edge of the pit, chattering and teasing each other in delightful chirping voices that made Keitaro’s heart melt. Those voices reminded him of a girl he knew back in Tokyo but he couldn’t think who it was. Moreover, they all had the same sparkling green eyes as her.

The tallest one took a step into the quicksand, then another and then another. She sighed with pleasure as she quickly sank up to her hips. Rocking back and forth she sank further up to her crotch. Then the chubby girl followed her in and she also quickly sank up to her hips. The first girl, now up to her waist, twisted round, caught the chubby girl’s hand and drew her towards her. There the two girls stood kissing, hugging and caressing sensually.

Then the third girl grabbed one of the many creeping vines hanging over the patch and swung out towards the other two girls. As soon as she was directly above the two girls they parted and she plunged in between them. She disappeared into the quicksand immediately but the other two girls reached down and pulled her up. The three of them stood in the patch, still up to their waists in the mire, still rocking back and forth and sinking ever so slowly. The petite girl in the middle was the centre of attention as the chubby one, facing her, was kissing her lips sloppily and duelling with her tongue. The tallest one ran her hands all over the front of the petite girl, caressing and squeezing her budding nipples and sliding her hands in and out of her crotch.

The petite one was sighing and crying in sheer pleasure in the most beautiful voice Keitaro ever heard. Her singing seemed to keep time with the motions of the other girls as their hands caressed her body, her breasts, her buttocks and her vagina. She rose between her two lovers, exposing her muddy thighs and sank up to her navel, then rose and sank, and rose and sank, as her singing intensified.

Soon the three had sunk further. The two outer girls were now up to their breasts in the mire but the girl in the middle was up to her chin. She really was experiencing the most sublime pleasure imaginable. Even if Keitaro couldn’t see her face, sandwiched as it was between two delicious pairs of breasts, he could plainly hear the ecstasy in her muffled voice.

Then she let out an ear-splitting shriek as the ultimate orgasm shot through her. It was a shriek that lasted at least a whole minute before she went under. The two girls on either side smiled at each other as if to say, “Mission accomplished,” and they kissed.

After about thirty seconds they pulled the girl up above the surface. The three of them kissed some more and then reached up to the overhanging vines to pull themselves out. Seeing those girls making love in the quicksand was such a new and exciting experience to Keitaro – he must have shot his load at least three times – so it was something of an anticlimax to see them emerge again. But Keitaro noticed something different about the girl who had been in the middle even though he only saw her head above the surface. She looked more grown-up somehow.

As she pulled herself up out of the mire Keitaro’s eyes widened. Her breasts were as big as the chubby girl’s and her hips were as wide as the first girl’s. This was incredible! She went in as a callow adolescent and came out as a fully-grown woman! And more surprisingly still, this petite adolescent was now the tallest of the three!

But it wasn’t over yet. After a little more kissing and caressing they jumped back into the mire and continued their lovemaking, although this time it was more playful than erotic. They kissed, caressed, bumped and ground, plunged themselves into the mire, emerged from it, plunged each other into the mire, kissed, licked and sucked until the sun was ready to set. To Keitaro this was like watching a live porn movie and he dearly wished he could play it back over and over again. But it ended when the three girls emerged from the pit and walked off.

Keitaro realised he hadn’t eaten all day and he set off to find some fruit before the sun set. Too late. He was just picking his first pieces of fruit when the sun went down. A minute later it was pitch black and another minute later all the creatures of the jungle began their nocturnal cacophony. And yet another minute later, above the noise Keitaro heard a familiar human yell. “KEIIIIII-TAAAAAA-RO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!!!!!”

Something heavy struck him on the side of the head. He fell over sideways, tumbled downhill over a fallen tree and into the undergrowth and lost consciousness. When he came to he was lying on his back in a clearing not far from the quicksand patch, the full moon had risen and a familiar figure was sitting astride his stomach. It was Kaolla-su in her native clothes, grinning from ear to ear.

All the memories of this dusky, petite foreign girl that Keitaro thought were buried forever came flooding back to him: bananas, turtles, three-eyed dwarf elephants, Kaolla-su riding on his back, Kaolla-su climbing all over him, Kaolla-su karate-kicking him into the middle of next week…

“Kaolla-su,” Keitaro finally managed to gasp, “What the blazes are you doing all the way out here? Did you follow me?”

Kaolla-su shot him a surprised look. “What am I doing here? This is my country. What are you doing here?”

“Getting away from Hinata House, that’s what. I just—” Keitaro broke off. “Wha— did you say your country? This is your country?”

“Sure I did,” said Su smiling once again. “This is Molmol where I was born.” It all made perfect sense to Keitaro now. All this time in Hinata House Kaolla-su was only ever known as “that foreign girl” or “the girl from God-knows-where”. When she first came to the house she spoke hardly any Japanese; she learnt nearly all her Japanese from Kitsune.

“So,” Keitaro said after they settled down on a fallen tree, “are you back here visiting your family?”

Su’s face fell slightly. “No, I’m back for good. I’ve got to find a husband. Mother says I’m too old now to be without a husband.”

“What age do girls usually get married at in these parts?”

“Twenty-one,” replied Su. “And I’m twenty-four.”

“Twenty-four?” Keitaro was surprised. “But your I.D. back in Japan says you’re only fourteen. In fact you don’t look any older than fourteen.”

“I know,” said Su, her face falling further. “It’s a problem with a lot of girls in Molmol. Some of them don’t totally grow up until they’re nearly thirty.”

“That’s too bad.”

“What about you, Keitaro?” said Su, brightening up again. “When are you going to get married?”

“Man, I’ve no idea,” sighed Keitaro. “I’ve been too wrapped up in trying to pass exams to seriously think about marriage.”

Su beamed up to Keitaro. “Hey, I could be your wife, Keitaro” she said. “I’d love to be your wife.”

“You would?”

“Sure I would.” She replied. “Wouldn’t you like to be my husband?”

“Well, yeah, maybe in ten years or so.”

“Ten years? Why not now?”

Keitaro struggled with his words. “Well you say you’re twenty-four but nobody in Japan is going to believe you’re twenty-four. I don’t think I could have a wife who looks only fourteen.”

“But I’m not going back to Japan,” said Su. “I’m staying here with my family. Besides, there’s a red moon round about now. You never know what could happen.”

“Red moon?” said Keitaro. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. I’ve certainly never seen one.”

“Maybe in Japan you haven’t,” said Su, “But the red moon in Molmol is an amazing thing. It turns the colour of… not blood but…” She hesitated. “What’s that flower called in Japanese? It’s called thimu in our language. And all sorts of things happen when there’s a red moon.”

Keitaro looked at Su and noticed her face was now looking much more mature than usual. Su looked up and her eyes widened. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed. Keitaro turned round and his eyes also widened. Up in the black night sky among hundreds of twinkling stars was not the brilliant shining pearl that one would normally see at this time of the month but a pearl deeply tinged with an exotic red.

Su stood up and Keitaro almost fainted. Before him was not a skinny girl in early adolescence but a fully grown woman with a voluptuous figure. She had a pair of gorgeous, heavy breasts, proportionately-wide hips and a mid-section that was not bulging but not disproportionately small either.

Su turned to Keitaro, saying, “Well, would you like to be my husband now?”

Keitaro was speechless. His glasses fell off as Su pulled him up and enveloped him in a tight embrace. She smothered him in kisses and he gave as good as he got. They fell to the ground in the same tight embrace as the noisy night creatures of the jungle got even louder. The noise made by Su and Keitaro was all but drowned out as they fervently kissed, cuddled, squeezed, nibbled, sucked and bumped and ground. They rolled this way and that and, item by item, the couple’s clothes came off.

Su saw Keitaro as this magnificent man she wanted to marry. Keitaro saw Su as the woman he had wanted all his life but never knew it until now. For a moment he had a sudden flashback and the “Promise Girl” who had held him captive for so long appeared to him with pleading eyes. But then he looked into Su’s eyes that were so full of passion and devotion and the hold that the “Promise Girl” had on him was broken forever. Su was the only woman for Keitaro and Keitaro was the only man for Su.

They sat up, both naked, both breathing heavily and sweating as the red moon shone down on their glistening skin. Then Su jumped up, saying, “Come on, let’s cool ourselves off!”

“Where? There’s no lake around here,” said Keitaro.

“Yes, there is, down there,” said Su, running towards that quicksand patch.

“Su, that’s not a lake. It’s quicksand!” yelled Keitaro, but Su was already the edge of the mire. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat as Keitaro caught up with her. Then she took a running jump and plunged into the quicksand. She disappeared beneath the surface but re-emerged a second later to reveal that she was only in hip-deep. Keitaro paused, seeing this fully mature and curvaceous woman standing up to her hips in the pit with grains of sand and droplets of water cascading down her body. This was Kaolla-su, the one and only woman Keitaro loved, and she was beckoning him to come down with her and make love to her! Keitaro jumped in with Su and they were once again in a tight, loving embrace.

Su and Keitaro smooched and caressed with renewed passion and now there was a third lover. The quicksand moved back and forth and bubbles of air blurted to the surface as it welcomed the new lovers. The mire encircled Su as her cries of love and lust increased. Su encircled Keitaro with her arms and legs as his penis moved with increasing speed in and out of her vagina. All around them the nocturnal noise of the jungle increased as Su and Keitaro’s noise intensified.

The lovers’ movements became more frenzied as they both neared climax and the surface of the mire became more watery as the lovers deliriously rocked, gyrated and churned it up. Su’s juices were freely flowing, seeping copiously from her vagina, dribbling down her legs and Keitaro’s and mixing with the mire. Their backsides finally sank into the mire and Su let out a shriek that surely could have been heard above all the other noise of the jungle. Keitaro felt Su’s vaginal muscles tighten around his penis. He felt something surge right through him and he shot what must have a whole gallon of spunk into Su.

It was the first of many climaxes. Keitaro and Su were now up to their navels in the mire, but they had not the merest thought of getting out. All they cared about was each other as they slowly sank. Their movements were slowing down as the mire climbed up their bodies. Their cries of “oh, Keitaro!” and “oh, Su!” and “I love you!” and “ottisemya!” were drowned out by the continuing noise.

Then Keitaro plunged his hand in between their bodies and found the spot where his penis was buried in her vagina. After a little fumbling about he found what he was looking for, her clitoris. He touched it and immediately Su shrieked again. Their motions increased again and Su was now being invaded in two places, by Keitaro in front and by the mire behind. Su’s brain was in turmoil, her juices were again freely flowing and she came and came again. Keitaro revelled in Su’s luxuriously warm juices and in her vaginal muscles that were so sensuously strangling his penis. He felt an explosion inside him and another jet of spunk shot into her.

Oh, wow, they both thought. How much better can it get? And how long can it last? They didn’t know. They didn’t care and neither did the mire. It continued to undulate around them as they sank further into its ever-tightening embrace. It constricted their legs completely, the motions of their middle parts were slowing down and decreasing and as the surface reached their shoulders their breathing was also being constricted. But their passion had not lessened one bit. If anything it was increasing.

Keitaro continued to rub his thumb over Su’s clitoris, Su’s vaginal muscles continued to strangle Keitaro’s penis, Keitaro continued to come and come again, Su continued to come and come again; and all the while the mire continued to draw the lovers down, down, down to a realm of unutterable ecstasy.

The surface rose steadily up their necks as they gasped, sighed and cried in a sexual delirium. Just as their mouths were about to go under their lips came together. They remained in that lip-lock as they sank further and further…

Then their heads went under completely (which is just as well for the creatures of the jungle, for if Keitaro and Su had still been above the surface their screams of orgasmic ecstasy would have frightened all the creatures to death).

Huge bubbles blurted to the surface of the quicksand. And then there was nothing…

…except for the continuing cacophony of the jungle.

* * * * *

Seconds later a hand shot up above the surface, and then another, then two more. They waved around for a bit before finding an overhead creeping vine and grabbing it. Soon two mud soaked figures emerged, one male, one female. The two lovers slowly and surely crawled over to the edge of the pit and there they lay in the shallow mud, two souls bound together forever.

Before Keitaro and Su knew it, it was sunrise and the world around them brightened just as suddenly as it had darkened just twelve hours earlier.

Keitaro’s eyes widened in surprise as Su stood up before him. She was still the grown woman he had met and made love to underneath the red moon.

“Well, Keitaro,” said Su, “Do you still like what you see?”

“Heck, yeah!” replied Keitaro. “And I still want to be your husband!” Even though Su was about ten metres away from him he could make out every grain of sand and every drop of water on her body. He instinctively put his hand up to adjust his glasses and discovered he wasn’t wearing them. “Hey, are my eyes playing tricks on me or is my vision in perfect focus?” It was true. Everything around him was indeed in pin-sharp focus. He could count every leaf on the trees two hundred metres away.

“That must have been the work of the Red Moon,” said Su, “just as the Red Moon made me grow up!”

“It could be the quicksand too, you know,” mused Keitaro.

They washed themselves down as best they could, put their clothes back on and made their way to Kaolla-su’s family home. And I could go on to describe how Su’s mother was initially very unsure about her youngest daughter’s choice of husband; how glad her father was that his youngest daughter had finally grown up; Keitaro and Su’s marriage and everything to do with it; Keitaro’s wrangling with the Immigration Authority of Molmol and the Japanese Foreign Ministry… but I won’t. Quicksand Fans won’t be at all interested.

All I need to say is that, like the couple in Gilly-Gilly-Ossenfeffer-Katzenellen-Bogen-by-the-Sea, Su and Keitaro are still living and loving in Molmol.

(All characters in this fan fiction are the creation and property of Akamatsu Ken and are used without permission.)

[PM2K]

I liked that! Nice one!