Chapter #3Keitaro's lament by: chaos   In the Hinata woman’s dormitory, there lived a collection of some of the cities most beautiful women and with them lived a single, male manager. To most men, living with a bunch of hot women would be the ultimate fantasy, but truth is much harder then fantasy. The girl’s that lived there were known more for their destructive capabilities then their looks. Whether it was wacky inventions or kendo blade wielding samurai, the Hinata dorm was not a place for someone with a Y-chromosome to be. However, that didn’t stop Keitaro from taking residence there. Right now, Keitaro was in a place where only pain and suffering could follow, the woman’s hot spring.
“Quickly, quickly, quickly!” Keitaro repeated over and over again, as he scrubbed the floor clean in the woman’s hot spring. He was doing his monthly cleaning and was trying to do it as fast as his weak arms could manage. Every single time he came in her to clean the place up, one of the girls would decide to take a bath while he was inside. He had yet to come in there once and not get beaten black and blue after having one of the ladies walk in on him.
“I don’t see why they get angry at me, I’m just doing my job?” He grumbled as he mopped closer to the edge of the pool. He was quickly growing tired of dealing with all the pain that came with running this place. Every day he ended up in more pain then the night before. If not for his seemingly immortal body, he would of ended up in traction a long time ago. The only reason he really stayed was so he could continue trying to get into Toyko-U and for the tenants. No matter how many bumps and bruises he got, Keitaro cared about every single person at Hinata. From Naru, his abusive, but helpful study buddy, to Shinobu, the cook and shy teen that stayed at the dorm. They might have their differences from time to time, but he still cared for them all deeply.
Keitaro was daydreaming about having a life, where he wasn’t sent in low earth orbit every day, when he slipped on the edge of the spring. His legs flailed around for a second, trying to seek balance, but he lost that battle and fell strait into the hot spring. His fumbling about had knocked a small section of the edge off, exposing tiny pebbles that had been built into the foundation of the ground. Keitaro saw the damage and groaned. Now he would have to come back later to fix that and chance having another run in with the girls. At least he made it through today without being pummeled by any of them for peeping.
“I can’t believe that I fell asleep studying again.” A sweet, feminine voice came from inside the changing room on the side of the hot spring. Keitaro dunked under the water and let out a scream of frustration. Why did this shit only happen to him? As he was dunking himself, he spotted something shiny on the bottom of the pool. He reached down and picked it up to see what it was. To his surprise, it was a small gemstone; it must have been knocked off from the foundation when he was thrashing around. He looked away from the stone to the changing room when he heard the door opening. He clenched his fist around the gem, giving out a silent prayer for his safety. Right now, he’d give anything to be able to be unnoticed by the female entering the hot spring. As he thought that, the stone started to glow slightly and when it was glowing brightly, Keitaro disappeared. Leaving his clothes behind.
Moments later, Naru entered the hot spring, towel wrapped tightly around her nude body. She saw the abandoned mop and the clothes floating around the pool. Puzzled, she fished out the clothes.
“Aren’t these Keitaro’s?”
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