Su Kaolla - With a license to thrill
Su Kaolla - With a license to thrill[PG-13]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Summary: The Crimson Moon is about to appear and the time for Kaolla's change is imminent. Amalla remembers about it in time and Kaolla is called back home, to ensure that the foreigners she's living about doesn't find out about her condition. However, Kaolla believes that she might be bored without her usual playmates around and thus arranges for Keitaro to go to Molmol with her, which causes all kinds of havoc!
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as , more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV
Ranting and ravings from the perverted one
This right here, is the Keitaro/Su-matchup I've been promising people since... Like... Forever... At least it certainly feels like that. :) Chapters 1 and 2 have been finished for quite some time, but I've been unable to get started on 3 for the longest time now. But lo and behold, a week ago, the nasty case of writers block that has plagued this fic for almost a year now, suddenly buggered off and paragraph after paragraph practically wrote themselves.
I'm guessing I'm somewhere around chapter 6 or 7 by now, which is quite the accomplishment for a week of me writing in whatever spare time I manage to liberate from work, family, friends and life as a deviant pervert. While I usually do tend to write about the same amount of text as I have during this week, whenever I have time to spare for writing anything. I don't think it has ever happened that my sole writing efforts for an entire week have been devoted to one single fic. Usually, my attention for a week is split somewhere between 15-25 different fics. Which means that there's almost always progress on all my stories, even if it's not much being written on any one single fic. :)
Now this fic is based on the sort of idea that'll creep into my head after watching a 007-marathon late at night while drinking whisky, pondering the fact that Su would make an awesome Q...
So, fasten your seatbelts boys and girls, because now it's time for Love Hina to go 007, Hawk-style! Romance, intrigue, slutty women making advances at the hero, action, the slutty hero making advances at women ( Though this one took some doing before I came up with a semi-somewhat-almost-plausible reason for it, lemme tell ya! ), betrayal, lots of guns, humor, weird devices, people being nekkid, explosions, exotic locations and the hero smooching away with a girl at the end.
And Agent Su, please do try and bring the car back in one piece this time?
The perverted one shuts up due to distractions caused by re-runs of GTO
Chapter One:
"Oi, Keitaro!" came the cheerful greeting from the Hinata Sou's most energetic resident, causing Keitaro to turn away from his work on the stubborn burner, in order to direct a friendly smile at Su Kaolla.
"Hey, Kaolla." he greeted her, wiping some sweat off his forehead. "What's up?" he inquired, wondering just why she wasn't climbing all over him, kicking him or doing any of the usual sort of things she did whenever she greeted him otherwise. /Danger, danger, Urashima Keitaro!/ his subconscious screamed at him.
"I wuz wonderin' if you could do me a tinzy-winzy itty-bitty lil' favor, Keitaro!" she exclaimed and smiled at him.
/Aha. More 'tests'./ Keitaro reasoned, swallowing nervously as he recalled a recent incident involving field-testing of a portable laser cannon, that had nearly scared him half to death. He still had a mark on his lower back from that one.
"Uh... What sort of favor, Su?" he inquired suspiciously.
"I haffta go back to Molmol for two days. I want you to come along to keep me company and play with me!" she happily replied.
"Ah... Well..." Keitaro said. While there certainly wasn't anything really urgent he had to do, other then study and fix the burner, he wasn't all that sure that he wanted to go gallivanting off to some foreign country. And he knew for very certain that there was no way he could afford it either, as Kitsune had managed to swipe his wallet and buy Sake for all his spare money. She had, thoughtfully enough, left the money he needed to buy supplies and a new dictionary, but now he didn't have a single yen to spare and two whole weeks left of the month.
Besides, he still wasn't completely sure that this wasn't just some ruse to pull him into some sort of dangerous test.
"I'm sorry, Su. But Kitsune swiped all of my spending cash. I can't afford to travel anywhere." Keitaro apologized.
"Is that all? No problem. A private jet is taking us both there and back, so you don't have to buy any tickets. We'll be staying and eating with my family during our stay, so no worries there either." Su countered. "Please, Keitaro? If I don't have anyone to play with, I'll be bored!" she added and gazed pleadingly at Keitaro, her eyes huge and with moisture creeping up in the corners of them.
/Danger! Danger! Cuteness levels abnormal! Mental faculties overwhelmed and willpower lessening fast!/ his subconscious screamed at him.
"Well, if you're sure that it'll be all right with your family for me to stay with you..." Keitaro said uncertainly.
"Of course! My mommies were really enthusiastic about it and I'm sure that my siblings really want to meet you too." Su replied with a happy grin. "Thank you, Keitaro!" she exclaimed and then leapt at him, slamming into his torso, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "We'll have so much fun together!" she enthused and affectionately rubbed her cheek against his.
/Pushover.../ his subconscious grumbled at him, as Keitaro started to draw up a mental list regarding what to pack in preparation for the journey. To say nothing of just how he would manage to survive telling the other girls that he was going to travel with Kaolla, alone. He swallowed nervously, already feeling how the chances of getting injured were increasing by the second.
"'RMMA, Air Force Two'?" Keitaro quoted off the jet's print on the side, scratching his head in confusion.
It turned out that he needn't have worried about telling anyone just yet, as they had been forced to head to the airport pretty much instantly. He only just had time to finish his work on the burner, wash off, hastily throw some clothes and a few books into a bag, then they were bound for the airport in a taxi. He absently hoped that the girls wouldn't get too mad once they discovered the notes he and Su had left for them.
Though he knew that it was little chance of that hope to ever become realized in reality.
He didn't at all look forward to the beating he would most likely receive when they returned.
"Royal MolMol Air, the Princess Jet." Kaolla explained, riding on Keitaro's shoulders as they headed for the plane.
"Royal? The Princess Jet?" Keitaro repeated.
"It's once of the five that belongs to the royal family of Molmol." Kaolla flippantly commented. "There's one for the king and queens, one for the princesses, one for the prince and two for the various royal attendants."
"Uh... Kaolla? Why are we going to travel in a royal jet?" Keitaro nervously asked, staring in awe at the shiny jet.
"Because it's comfy!" Kaolla said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"We... Uh... Won't get in trouble for this?" Keitaro wondered, sweating a bit as he slowly made his way up the stairs, heading for the very intimidating piloty-looking man who was standing at the top, a large revolver in a holster clearly visible on his right hip. Keitaro absently noted the three eyes Su usually put somewhere on her designs were emblazoned on his dark blue uniform as well as on his headwear.
"Greetings, your Royal Highness!" the man exclaimed, saluting as Keitaro set his foot on the platform outside the entrance to the plane. "Captain Nu Kaworo, at your service!"
"Roger!" Kaolla responded, saluting the man in turn. "Are we ready for take-off?" she asked, leaning forward and resting her elbows on top of Keitaro's head.
"Indeed, your Royal Highness. As soon as you and your guest are seated, we'll begin our take-off procedures." Captain Nu answered.
"Roger! Keitaro, forward!" Kaolla responded, nudging Keitaro into motion by pressing her heels into his ribs.
Keitaro's eyes bulged as he saw the interior of the plane. He'd flown before, but never quite like this. The interior was red velvet, the seats looked more like turnable love-seats then air-plane chairs, there was plenty of space all around, real tables between rows, a wide aisle and not even Su on his shoulders was able to quite reach the roof from where she was sitting. Everything was speckless, clean and polished to perfection, three stewardesses were standing at attention, saluting him and Kaolla as they entered.
Keitaro stumbled forward in a daze, hardly noticing as two stewardesses liberated him from his bag and Kaolla's suitcase, taking them further back in the plane as the remaining one directed him to a seat. Kaolla vaulted off his shoulders, landing on her chosen seat with immaculate accuracy and Keitaro dazedly seated himself next to her, allowing the stewardess to fasten their seatbelts.
"Do you and your guest require any refreshments, your Royal Highness?" she inquired.
"A Kaolla Split for me." Kaolla replied with a wide grin, glancing over at Keitaro by her side. "Do you want anything, Keitaro?"
"Uuuuuh..." was all that Keitaro was capable of uttering at the moment.
"A Kaolla Split for Keitaro as well." Kaolla told the stewardess, then she leaned back in her seat and snuggled up against Keitaro, resting her head against his shoulder and taking possession of one of his arms, hugging it close to her body.
"Of course, your royal highness." was the servile response, then the stewardess made her way to the back of the plane.
"Uh... Kaolla?" Keitaro inquired.
"Hmmm?" Kaolla replied.
"What's with all this 'your Royal Highness'-stuff?" he asked, fearing the answer.
"I'm the Crown Princess of Molmol." Kaolla replied unconcernedly. "I've got both an older brother and an older sister. Well, older sister and older cousin actually, but we were raised as siblings. But I passed the Rite of Ascension before either one of them did, so I'll get the crown." she announced smugly, nuzzling her cheek against him and causing Keitaro to suffer from a temporary mental blackout as his mind failed to really process this information.
"Oh." was all he said, staring vapidly at the air in front of his nose as his mind attempted to stomach the information it had been given, before finally deciding to toss everything about Kaolla being royalty out in order to get the system running again.
Apparently having anticipated Kaolla's request, the stewardess returned then, carrying two bowls containing what was with all likelihood, the Kaolla Splits.
Keitaro had never seen such a thing before and could only stare at it in complete and utter amazement.
There were bananas, of course. There was ice cream. There was whipped cream. There were marshmallows. There was fudge. There were at least three differently flavored sauces. There were strawberries. There was creamy milky-brown chocolate. There was white chocolate and there were a dozen spoon-shaped crackers sticking decoratively out of the amazing creation.
"Thank you!" Kaolla enthused and sat up straight, grabbing the bowl and transferring it to her lap, as the engines started to rumble and the plane started to move. Keitaro hesitantly reached out to his bowl and attempted to move it, only to have to exert more force then expected to do so. He lifted it and peered underneath, spotting a magnetic plate stuck to the bottom of the bowl, which ensured that the bowl wouldn't easily move off the table during times of turbulence.
It was the longest flight he'd ever been on, but he hardly noticed it. He and Kaolla watched a movie, played video games on the big screen and were fussed over by the three friendly, though incredibly formal, stewardesses and chatted with each other.
All in all, it was the most pleasant flight Keitaro had ever undertaken.
Of course, all good things have to come to an end and they eventually landed in Molmol.
They were picked up at the airport by a fancy limousine and driven to the royal palace under military escort, at which point Keitaro's subconscious started to try and remind him of the fact that he was travelling with a princess. Of course, it failed to do so and thus, he turned to Kaolla again.
"Uh, Kaolla? This is a palace. Why are we stopping at a palace? Do your parents work here?" he inquired nervously.
"I'm the Crown Princess of Molmol, remember?" Kaolla gently reminded him with a teasing smile as the limo came to a stop and the uniformed driver jumped out in order to open the door for them.
"Oh..." Keitaro commented in a muted tone of voice, as Kaolla nudged him to get moving. He walked out of the limousine and was greeted with the sight of the royal palace and a royal reception. He looked around and spotted a huge crowd of people outside the palace gates. Then Kaolla clambered out of the car and jumped up onto his shoulders, reclaiming her favorite spot.
"Hello, everybody! I'm back!" she shouted and Keitaro was nearly thrown off his feet by the answering roar. The crowd outside the palace was cheering, whooping and shouting Kaolla's name at the top of their lungs. Most of the people in the reception party, were saluting and cheering as well. A small group of people did not, however and Keitaro's gaze went to them, as a shiver traveled up his spine.
The first one was standing ahead of everyone else, a tall tanned man in elaborate stately robes and with a sparkling crown perched on top of his head, in a somewhat lopsided manner. From one corner of his mouth, hung a smoking cigar, his face was unshaven and his posture relaxed into a comfortable slump. He looked severely out of place, more like a lazy bum dressed up in finery, then the king of a country.
Somewhat to his right and half a step behind him, stood a regal looking tanned woman, blonde hair flowing down from her head, the silky strands of hair nearly reaching her own knees. Her white and brown robes were embroidered and emblazoned on her torso, were once again, the three eyes. She was wearing a sparkling crown which was immaculately placed on top of her head.
Somewhat to the kings left and half a step behind him, stood another regal looking tanned woman, light brown wavy hair reaching down to her waist. She was also wearing a crown and was dressed in brown and white robes, emblazoned with the three eyes. The robes were slitted all around, revealing quite a lot of her perfectly proportioned body and causing Keitaro to feel somewhat faint.
A young man and a young woman were standing behind them. The man was wearing a western-style suit and Keitaro gasped as he noticed the stunning resemblance between himself and the stranger. Except for the color of their skin and hair, they looked almost identical to each other. The woman wore an elaborate gown and the resemblance to Kaolla was remarkable, it couldn't be anyone else then the older sister Kaolla had mentioned earlier.
Surrounding this group of five, were at least a hundred others. Servants, guards and attendants of various kinds. All of them saluting Kaolla with large smiles adorning their faces.
"KA! OL! LA! KA! OL! LA! KA! OL! LA!"
Keitaro found it all very intimidating and he swallowed nervously repeatedly, as Kaolla spurred him into motion and directed him to head for the king. He tried to make his stride look somewhat confident, but the general result was that he looked like someone suffering from a severe constipation. He plastered a strained smile on his face, his gaze darting in all directions as he approached the royal family, carrying an estranged member of it on his shoulders.
All in all, he would have preferred to be used as a training dummy by Motoko back at the Hinata Sou.
"Hiya, pops!" Kaolla greeted the king from her perch.
"Yo, Kaolla." the king responded with a relaxed drawl and a huge smile on his lips. "Lookin' good, kiddo." he added.
"Hiya, mommies!" Kaolla continued, causing Keitaro to gasp as he suddenly realized just what the two women were. He had been wondering which one was the queen, as both looked as if they would fit the bill. But it would appear as if there wasn't just one queen, but two! None of Kaolla's previous comments upon moms, queens and whatnot, had really registered in his mind.
"Good day, Kaolla. It is nice to see you again." the blonde queen responded.
"Hello, Kaolla. It's good to have you back with us." the brown-haired one commented, then turned her attention to Keitaro. "And hello, gorgeous..." she purred with a voice practically oozing of sex, causing Keitaro to blush and sweat.
"Uh-eh-uh-heh-uhm... Hello... Eh... Your royal highness." he managed to stutter out, blinking owlishly at her sensual greeting.
"Don't get your hopes up, mommy. He's mine!" Kaolla announced from her perch. "Biiii-da!" she added, sticking her tongue out and making a weird face at her.
"Hey, sis." the Keitaro-clone said with a bemused smile adorning his lips. "And hello to you too." he added to Keitaro.
"Yes. Hello to the both of you." Kaolla's sister added in clipped tones, a sense of disapproval radiating out from her.
"Hiya!" Kaolla cheerfully greeted them.
"Hi..." Keitaro managed to mumble in response.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome back, yadda-yadda-yadda star-of-my-eye yadda-yadda noble line yadda-yadda supremely pleased yadda-yadda. Come on, the grub is waiting for us." the king announced and turned his attention to the crowd at the palace gates. "And all you buggers can just sod off! Show's over!" he added, much to the amusement of the crowd, who laughed and cheered at the antics of their laid-back supreme ruler.
"Honey..." the blonde said in a strained tone of voice, her right eyebrow twitching madly.
"I like your speeches, sugar." the brunette commented. "Short and to the point!" she added with a hearty laugh.
"Onwards, Keitaro! To the grub!" Kaolla ordered and laughed happily.
The End! ( For now... )
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson
Disclaimer: Love Hina, Hinata Sou and whatnot are not mine, though I certainly wish they were. The story is mine though, all mine.
Feedback/Flames: Yes, please. Both of them are equally fun to read, although I must admit that I greatly prefer the first variety. :)
I can be found on ICQ as 21771860 or through e-mail as , more stories are available at my nifty lil' site at or by clicking on my handle up above.
"speech"
emphasis/shouts/Kindred Domination/post-hypnotic triggers
/thoughts/
/telepathy/
translation
soundeffect/radio/telephone conversation/TV
This right here, is the Keitaro/Su-matchup I've been promising people since... Like... Forever... At least it certainly feels like that. :) Chapters 1 and 2 have been finished for quite some time, but I've been unable to get started on 3 for the longest time now. But lo and behold, a week ago, the nasty case of writers block that has plagued this fic for almost a year now, suddenly buggered off and paragraph after paragraph practically wrote themselves.
I'm guessing I'm somewhere around chapter 6 or 7 by now, which is quite the accomplishment for a week of me writing in whatever spare time I manage to liberate from work, family, friends and life as a deviant pervert. While I usually do tend to write about the same amount of text as I have during this week, whenever I have time to spare for writing anything. I don't think it has ever happened that my sole writing efforts for an entire week have been devoted to one single fic. Usually, my attention for a week is split somewhere between 15-25 different fics. Which means that there's almost always progress on all my stories, even if it's not much being written on any one single fic. :)
Now this fic is based on the sort of idea that'll creep into my head after watching a 007-marathon late at night while drinking whisky, pondering the fact that Su would make an awesome Q...
So, fasten your seatbelts boys and girls, because now it's time for Love Hina to go 007, Hawk-style! Romance, intrigue, slutty women making advances at the hero, action, the slutty hero making advances at women ( Though this one took some doing before I came up with a semi-somewhat-almost-plausible reason for it, lemme tell ya! ), betrayal, lots of guns, humor, weird devices, people being nekkid, explosions, exotic locations and the hero smooching away with a girl at the end.
And Agent Su, please do try and bring the car back in one piece this time?
"Oi, Keitaro!" came the cheerful greeting from the Hinata Sou's most energetic resident, causing Keitaro to turn away from his work on the stubborn burner, in order to direct a friendly smile at Su Kaolla.
"Hey, Kaolla." he greeted her, wiping some sweat off his forehead. "What's up?" he inquired, wondering just why she wasn't climbing all over him, kicking him or doing any of the usual sort of things she did whenever she greeted him otherwise. /Danger, danger, Urashima Keitaro!/ his subconscious screamed at him.
"I wuz wonderin' if you could do me a tinzy-winzy itty-bitty lil' favor, Keitaro!" she exclaimed and smiled at him.
/Aha. More 'tests'./ Keitaro reasoned, swallowing nervously as he recalled a recent incident involving field-testing of a portable laser cannon, that had nearly scared him half to death. He still had a mark on his lower back from that one.
"Uh... What sort of favor, Su?" he inquired suspiciously.
"I haffta go back to Molmol for two days. I want you to come along to keep me company and play with me!" she happily replied.
"Ah... Well..." Keitaro said. While there certainly wasn't anything really urgent he had to do, other then study and fix the burner, he wasn't all that sure that he wanted to go gallivanting off to some foreign country. And he knew for very certain that there was no way he could afford it either, as Kitsune had managed to swipe his wallet and buy Sake for all his spare money. She had, thoughtfully enough, left the money he needed to buy supplies and a new dictionary, but now he didn't have a single yen to spare and two whole weeks left of the month.
Besides, he still wasn't completely sure that this wasn't just some ruse to pull him into some sort of dangerous test.
"I'm sorry, Su. But Kitsune swiped all of my spending cash. I can't afford to travel anywhere." Keitaro apologized.
"Is that all? No problem. A private jet is taking us both there and back, so you don't have to buy any tickets. We'll be staying and eating with my family during our stay, so no worries there either." Su countered. "Please, Keitaro? If I don't have anyone to play with, I'll be bored!" she added and gazed pleadingly at Keitaro, her eyes huge and with moisture creeping up in the corners of them.
/Danger! Danger! Cuteness levels abnormal! Mental faculties overwhelmed and willpower lessening fast!/ his subconscious screamed at him.
"Well, if you're sure that it'll be all right with your family for me to stay with you..." Keitaro said uncertainly.
"Of course! My mommies were really enthusiastic about it and I'm sure that my siblings really want to meet you too." Su replied with a happy grin. "Thank you, Keitaro!" she exclaimed and then leapt at him, slamming into his torso, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "We'll have so much fun together!" she enthused and affectionately rubbed her cheek against his.
/Pushover.../ his subconscious grumbled at him, as Keitaro started to draw up a mental list regarding what to pack in preparation for the journey. To say nothing of just how he would manage to survive telling the other girls that he was going to travel with Kaolla, alone. He swallowed nervously, already feeling how the chances of getting injured were increasing by the second.
"'RMMA, Air Force Two'?" Keitaro quoted off the jet's print on the side, scratching his head in confusion.
It turned out that he needn't have worried about telling anyone just yet, as they had been forced to head to the airport pretty much instantly. He only just had time to finish his work on the burner, wash off, hastily throw some clothes and a few books into a bag, then they were bound for the airport in a taxi. He absently hoped that the girls wouldn't get too mad once they discovered the notes he and Su had left for them.
Though he knew that it was little chance of that hope to ever become realized in reality.
He didn't at all look forward to the beating he would most likely receive when they returned.
"Royal MolMol Air, the Princess Jet." Kaolla explained, riding on Keitaro's shoulders as they headed for the plane.
"Royal? The Princess Jet?" Keitaro repeated.
"It's once of the five that belongs to the royal family of Molmol." Kaolla flippantly commented. "There's one for the king and queens, one for the princesses, one for the prince and two for the various royal attendants."
"Uh... Kaolla? Why are we going to travel in a royal jet?" Keitaro nervously asked, staring in awe at the shiny jet.
"Because it's comfy!" Kaolla said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"We... Uh... Won't get in trouble for this?" Keitaro wondered, sweating a bit as he slowly made his way up the stairs, heading for the very intimidating piloty-looking man who was standing at the top, a large revolver in a holster clearly visible on his right hip. Keitaro absently noted the three eyes Su usually put somewhere on her designs were emblazoned on his dark blue uniform as well as on his headwear.
"Greetings, your Royal Highness!" the man exclaimed, saluting as Keitaro set his foot on the platform outside the entrance to the plane. "Captain Nu Kaworo, at your service!"
"Roger!" Kaolla responded, saluting the man in turn. "Are we ready for take-off?" she asked, leaning forward and resting her elbows on top of Keitaro's head.
"Indeed, your Royal Highness. As soon as you and your guest are seated, we'll begin our take-off procedures." Captain Nu answered.
"Roger! Keitaro, forward!" Kaolla responded, nudging Keitaro into motion by pressing her heels into his ribs.
Keitaro's eyes bulged as he saw the interior of the plane. He'd flown before, but never quite like this. The interior was red velvet, the seats looked more like turnable love-seats then air-plane chairs, there was plenty of space all around, real tables between rows, a wide aisle and not even Su on his shoulders was able to quite reach the roof from where she was sitting. Everything was speckless, clean and polished to perfection, three stewardesses were standing at attention, saluting him and Kaolla as they entered.
Keitaro stumbled forward in a daze, hardly noticing as two stewardesses liberated him from his bag and Kaolla's suitcase, taking them further back in the plane as the remaining one directed him to a seat. Kaolla vaulted off his shoulders, landing on her chosen seat with immaculate accuracy and Keitaro dazedly seated himself next to her, allowing the stewardess to fasten their seatbelts.
"Do you and your guest require any refreshments, your Royal Highness?" she inquired.
"A Kaolla Split for me." Kaolla replied with a wide grin, glancing over at Keitaro by her side. "Do you want anything, Keitaro?"
"Uuuuuh..." was all that Keitaro was capable of uttering at the moment.
"A Kaolla Split for Keitaro as well." Kaolla told the stewardess, then she leaned back in her seat and snuggled up against Keitaro, resting her head against his shoulder and taking possession of one of his arms, hugging it close to her body.
"Of course, your royal highness." was the servile response, then the stewardess made her way to the back of the plane.
"Uh... Kaolla?" Keitaro inquired.
"Hmmm?" Kaolla replied.
"What's with all this 'your Royal Highness'-stuff?" he asked, fearing the answer.
"I'm the Crown Princess of Molmol." Kaolla replied unconcernedly. "I've got both an older brother and an older sister. Well, older sister and older cousin actually, but we were raised as siblings. But I passed the Rite of Ascension before either one of them did, so I'll get the crown." she announced smugly, nuzzling her cheek against him and causing Keitaro to suffer from a temporary mental blackout as his mind failed to really process this information.
"Oh." was all he said, staring vapidly at the air in front of his nose as his mind attempted to stomach the information it had been given, before finally deciding to toss everything about Kaolla being royalty out in order to get the system running again.
Apparently having anticipated Kaolla's request, the stewardess returned then, carrying two bowls containing what was with all likelihood, the Kaolla Splits.
Keitaro had never seen such a thing before and could only stare at it in complete and utter amazement.
There were bananas, of course. There was ice cream. There was whipped cream. There were marshmallows. There was fudge. There were at least three differently flavored sauces. There were strawberries. There was creamy milky-brown chocolate. There was white chocolate and there were a dozen spoon-shaped crackers sticking decoratively out of the amazing creation.
"Thank you!" Kaolla enthused and sat up straight, grabbing the bowl and transferring it to her lap, as the engines started to rumble and the plane started to move. Keitaro hesitantly reached out to his bowl and attempted to move it, only to have to exert more force then expected to do so. He lifted it and peered underneath, spotting a magnetic plate stuck to the bottom of the bowl, which ensured that the bowl wouldn't easily move off the table during times of turbulence.
It was the longest flight he'd ever been on, but he hardly noticed it. He and Kaolla watched a movie, played video games on the big screen and were fussed over by the three friendly, though incredibly formal, stewardesses and chatted with each other.
All in all, it was the most pleasant flight Keitaro had ever undertaken.
Of course, all good things have to come to an end and they eventually landed in Molmol.
They were picked up at the airport by a fancy limousine and driven to the royal palace under military escort, at which point Keitaro's subconscious started to try and remind him of the fact that he was travelling with a princess. Of course, it failed to do so and thus, he turned to Kaolla again.
"Uh, Kaolla? This is a palace. Why are we stopping at a palace? Do your parents work here?" he inquired nervously.
"I'm the Crown Princess of Molmol, remember?" Kaolla gently reminded him with a teasing smile as the limo came to a stop and the uniformed driver jumped out in order to open the door for them.
"Oh..." Keitaro commented in a muted tone of voice, as Kaolla nudged him to get moving. He walked out of the limousine and was greeted with the sight of the royal palace and a royal reception. He looked around and spotted a huge crowd of people outside the palace gates. Then Kaolla clambered out of the car and jumped up onto his shoulders, reclaiming her favorite spot.
"Hello, everybody! I'm back!" she shouted and Keitaro was nearly thrown off his feet by the answering roar. The crowd outside the palace was cheering, whooping and shouting Kaolla's name at the top of their lungs. Most of the people in the reception party, were saluting and cheering as well. A small group of people did not, however and Keitaro's gaze went to them, as a shiver traveled up his spine.
The first one was standing ahead of everyone else, a tall tanned man in elaborate stately robes and with a sparkling crown perched on top of his head, in a somewhat lopsided manner. From one corner of his mouth, hung a smoking cigar, his face was unshaven and his posture relaxed into a comfortable slump. He looked severely out of place, more like a lazy bum dressed up in finery, then the king of a country.
Somewhat to his right and half a step behind him, stood a regal looking tanned woman, blonde hair flowing down from her head, the silky strands of hair nearly reaching her own knees. Her white and brown robes were embroidered and emblazoned on her torso, were once again, the three eyes. She was wearing a sparkling crown which was immaculately placed on top of her head.
Somewhat to the kings left and half a step behind him, stood another regal looking tanned woman, light brown wavy hair reaching down to her waist. She was also wearing a crown and was dressed in brown and white robes, emblazoned with the three eyes. The robes were slitted all around, revealing quite a lot of her perfectly proportioned body and causing Keitaro to feel somewhat faint.
A young man and a young woman were standing behind them. The man was wearing a western-style suit and Keitaro gasped as he noticed the stunning resemblance between himself and the stranger. Except for the color of their skin and hair, they looked almost identical to each other. The woman wore an elaborate gown and the resemblance to Kaolla was remarkable, it couldn't be anyone else then the older sister Kaolla had mentioned earlier.
Surrounding this group of five, were at least a hundred others. Servants, guards and attendants of various kinds. All of them saluting Kaolla with large smiles adorning their faces.
"KA! OL! LA! KA! OL! LA! KA! OL! LA!"
Keitaro found it all very intimidating and he swallowed nervously repeatedly, as Kaolla spurred him into motion and directed him to head for the king. He tried to make his stride look somewhat confident, but the general result was that he looked like someone suffering from a severe constipation. He plastered a strained smile on his face, his gaze darting in all directions as he approached the royal family, carrying an estranged member of it on his shoulders.
All in all, he would have preferred to be used as a training dummy by Motoko back at the Hinata Sou.
"Hiya, pops!" Kaolla greeted the king from her perch.
"Yo, Kaolla." the king responded with a relaxed drawl and a huge smile on his lips. "Lookin' good, kiddo." he added.
"Hiya, mommies!" Kaolla continued, causing Keitaro to gasp as he suddenly realized just what the two women were. He had been wondering which one was the queen, as both looked as if they would fit the bill. But it would appear as if there wasn't just one queen, but two! None of Kaolla's previous comments upon moms, queens and whatnot, had really registered in his mind.
"Good day, Kaolla. It is nice to see you again." the blonde queen responded.
"Hello, Kaolla. It's good to have you back with us." the brown-haired one commented, then turned her attention to Keitaro. "And hello, gorgeous..." she purred with a voice practically oozing of sex, causing Keitaro to blush and sweat.
"Uh-eh-uh-heh-uhm... Hello... Eh... Your royal highness." he managed to stutter out, blinking owlishly at her sensual greeting.
"Don't get your hopes up, mommy. He's mine!" Kaolla announced from her perch. "Biiii-da!" she added, sticking her tongue out and making a weird face at her.
"Hey, sis." the Keitaro-clone said with a bemused smile adorning his lips. "And hello to you too." he added to Keitaro.
"Yes. Hello to the both of you." Kaolla's sister added in clipped tones, a sense of disapproval radiating out from her.
"Hiya!" Kaolla cheerfully greeted them.
"Hi..." Keitaro managed to mumble in response.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome back, yadda-yadda-yadda star-of-my-eye yadda-yadda noble line yadda-yadda supremely pleased yadda-yadda. Come on, the grub is waiting for us." the king announced and turned his attention to the crowd at the palace gates. "And all you buggers can just sod off! Show's over!" he added, much to the amusement of the crowd, who laughed and cheered at the antics of their laid-back supreme ruler.
"Honey..." the blonde said in a strained tone of voice, her right eyebrow twitching madly.
"I like your speeches, sugar." the brunette commented. "Short and to the point!" she added with a hearty laugh.
"Onwards, Keitaro! To the grub!" Kaolla ordered and laughed happily.
The End! ( For now... )