Kinjito

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AN: This is AU, so don't freak out if it isn't canon. There is also no school of archeology in Tokyo University, the closest thing is the Department of Earth and Planetary Environmental Science, and I am using this as 'This is the closest thing I can nail his archeology to, so I'm doing it'. This story usually switches between general third-person and character third person.

Three guesses after the chapter is over as to why I called the story Kinjito.

Final AN: This is the third and final edit, it's small, but it's neccesary for continuity. So for all of the f*** ups.

金字塔: 輻輳

Kinjito: Fukosō

Masterpiece: Convergence

In all of Urashima Keitaro's twenty one years of life, he would have never expected all of the mistakes, failures, promises, lingering feelings and successes to suddenly gather in one unexpected, well rather, ironic place.

Hinata Sou.

Maybe it was the kami above that were throwing him a bone, or just the fates amusing themselves with his life, but Keitaro found his situation strangely amusing, demeaning, humiliating and oddly enough arousing. Then again, any virgin, girlfriendless, hot-blooded male would find his situation arousing because of the amount of exposed flesh he had seen in person (because everyone knew books and videos did not count). Of course, allowing that arousal to be verbally or physically revealed would cause Keitaro to either lose what made him a man or have it damaged beyond repair that even his own healing abilities could not save it from, therefore making him a eunuch. Though both would end with him still losing his manhood, the latter was more horrific.

Yeah, best to avoid those scenarios.

What was Urashima Keitaro's situation? Well…

Less than two and a half hours ago, Urashima Keitaro had left his family's bakery after visiting them for just a week to begin his trek toward Hinata City and Hinata Sou to visit his grandmother before returning to his apartment in Tokyo.

Having passed his Tokyo University Entrance Exams the second time around, Keitaro was granted money by the Urashima clan to start his own life in the world. Though he had been a waif for a semester of school which had worried his family, he had finally found his place when he came across a near pre-generation Xerox of himself, Seta Noriyasu. Though neither involuntarily nor voluntarily, Keitaro had just wound up as Seta's aide and apprentice.

Now as a sophomore working on his bachelor's degree in science, Keitaro had finally reached that place in his life that he had been aiming towards for so long. Only thing that would make it better is if he had finally found the two promise girls of his memory from so long ago.

It was at that moment that Keitaro had felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end even though his soul felt oddly, even disturbingly, at peace.

In retrospect, Keitaro should have realized that his world was going to go to hell in a hand basket when he wished that.

Finally after trekking a good hour around Hinata City, Keitaro had finally found the stairs to Hinata Sou, only to facepalm when he realized he had gone in a complete circle. Grumbling to himself, Keitaro soon trekked up the long steps leading to Hinata Sou, idly wondering why the old place was built so high up. He soon passed by a seemingly familiar tea house, but thought nothing of it and continued on.

After another ten minutes of climbing the thrice-kami damned stairs, Keitaro had finally reached the top and front yard of Hinata Sou. He silently marveled at it, taking in its grandeur and majesty before taking a glance over his shoulder. He turned fully around and gazed upon the sight before him, mentally thanking the kami above for this view of the entirety of Hinata City and the Sagami Bay. Mentally reminding himself to return here and draw the view from up here and get one from above Hinata Sou, Keitaro headed toward the entrance of the aging building.

After sliding the front door open, Keitaro peered inside seeing all of the lights off inside and naught a sound save for the breeze coming from behind him. He could tell that people were in due to the fact that seven pairs of shoes were just before the wooded floors and at least six slippers were missing from the cubbies they were usually kept in.

"Hina-bā-sama!" Keitaro called out. "Hina-bā-sama! It's me, Keitaro! Your grandson!" He then ventured further in, closing the door behind him. "Anyone here!"

Keitaro just shrugged to himself before heading toward and up the stairs to where he believed he remembered where the kanrinin's room was. He finally found it and knocked twice, and when he received no response, he slowly slid the door open. Keitaro was met with an empty room which oddly enough had the back door and window cover opened to showcase the view of Hinata City. He soon sat down at the table and waited for his grandmother to appear.

Naught but a few minutes late, Keitaro finally gave in to his impatience and began wandering around the inn trying to pass the time. Sometime later, he had finally glanced up to see that he was near the hot springs. Thinking that he could use a dip and that he had not been to a hot spring in so long, Keitaro headed into the changing room. As he undressed, he hesitated slightly when he saw the basket of women's clothing and undergarments. He then decided to change into swimming trunks and head into the hot spring.

What he came across would have caused his younger self to freeze up, yell and generally make an ass of himself.

Before him, leaning against the rocks surrounding the hot spring was a rather well-endowed woman with chestnut hair that splayed about in the water. From the peaceful expression on her face and the slow rise and fall of her chest, Keitaro could assume that she was sleeping. Smiling slightly and shaking his head, Keitaro headed away from the woman, believing that he should give her some room to relax.

Finally finding a far enough place, Keitaro soon submerged himself into the pool of warm water and sighed in happiness as he felt his tense muscles begin to relax and loosen, even feeling that kink he had in his back since a year ago disappear. He soon closed his eyes and stared up into the sky, allowing his whole body to relax and fade into oblivion.

Now all he needed was a Kiss of Fire, the Vodka kind, and he would be set.

Hearing voices, giggling and some shouting, Keitaro slowly became aware of the world around him. Looking in the direction of the voices, he could make out faint shapes in the rising steam of the hot spring. Counting at least four slim shadows and a large shadow, he discerned that there were at least five other people in the hot spring, and from the pitch of the voices, they were all female.

Glancing up and shielding his eyes from the sun, Keitaro could tell that not much time had passed, maybe thirty or so minutes. Sighing to himself, Keitaro picked himself out of the hot spring and slowly made his way to the exit, trying his best not to alert the others to his presence.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

So much for stealth. He had forgotten that silently, slowly slinking about only worked if you had cover. And the steam had chosen that moment to betray him to his doom.

Not even deigning to turn his head, because he had unfortunately ended up in such situations before, he decided to continue on his way.

"I said what the hell are you doing here?" Again the female had decided she would get an answer instead of allowing him to leave. Just his luck. It was scenario A-67. He just hoped he could get end it with a T-82, at least he would only get away with a bruised body.

"I was just leaving. I just slept too long in the hot spring waiting for Hina-bā-sama. Sorry if I was interrupting anything."

Narusegawa Naru just gaped opened mouth at the man who was making his way toward the exit of the hot spring, going over the short conversation in her head over and over again, trying her best to find a reason why the man should have his ass kicked. She soon came up with zilch. Likewise, Kaolla, Shinobu, Kitsune and Mutsumi were blinking owlishly at the man heading toward the exit. The come thought between them all was how is it that they did not notice him and what was a man doing in an all-girl's dormitory.

'At least this is feeling like A-67-U-5.' Keitaro thought as he made his way to the curtain. 'Now all I need to do is clear the changing room and I'm home-'

Standing before him, holding onto the front of a towel that was wrapped up just above her breasts and just barely past her thighs was a beautiful young woman in the traditional Japanese sense. Her hazel eyes caught his own and her eyes widened at seeing the man standing in front of him slam his shut and hold his hand over his nose while blood slowly trickled from it.

"PERVERT!" She shouted, soon brandishing the shinai held in her right hand with both arms, aiming to knock the man in front of her out.

Keitaro's sense of shame was quickly overridden by his self-preservation causing his body to move on instinct. Two things happened at once, well maybe three.

1: Keitaro caught the shinai between his clapped hands in a kneeling position. 2: he had shouted, "I wasn't peaking Mo-chan!" 3: Naru had charged right behind Keitaro and shouted, "Pervert!" while hitting him with a punch from behind.

This resulted in him flying forward and causing Motoko to tumble backward. Of course, with Keitaro's luck, or rather lack therein of, he ended up unconscious with his face in between Motoko's legs.

'Damn that's a strong punch,' was his final thought before the concussion finally caught up to him.

Thus his current situation, with him tied up in nothing but his swimming trunks and glasses while Motoko and the five others stood around him, fully clothed, and debated what should be done with him in the living room. Luckily enough, they had all agreed that killing him would arouse suspicion due to the fact that someone, most likely, their own words not his, an accomplice pervert, would wonder why he was missing for so long. Currently they were arguing the merits of castrating him and tossing him out. Of course, he could see the faint blushes that mired their cheeks whenever one of them would glance at his half-naked body.

Before Keitaro could even begin to open his mouth to grab their attention, all heads turned toward the stairs where they all heard an annoyed and tired voice shout, "What's with all the ruckus?"

Staring at the woman leaning against the stairs, Keitaro blinked once, then twice. "Haru-chan?"

Turning her eyes toward the person that had used her name so personally, she raised an eyebrow when she saw that it was her younger cousin tied up in the center of the living room with the other tenants surrounding him.

"I'm liking the new look Kei-kun. Very nice," she teased lightly, a smirk playing lightly across her lips.

"Ha, ha, very funny Haru-chan." Of course she would tease him, it was only right since she had watched he grow up for a time. "Can you tell them to untie me, so I can change?"

Haruka hummed to herself before shrugging. "Why should I? I kind of like you like this, all tied up and in the near buff."

"Because you'll fill these girls' heads with more things than they can manage," he deadpanned.

"I knew you were a pervert!" the beautiful instigator shouted at him, realizing what his words had actually meant and she took the insult hard.

"Perverted men should not be anywhere near this place," Motoko growled, her hand resting on the tsuka of her katana.

"Girls calm down," Haruka chastised as she suddenly appeared behind the two, a paper fan in her hand, and a smoke in between her lips while two small lumps appeared atop the two younger girls' heads. "I'm sure my cute," she snickered at the twitchy eye she got from Keitaro, "cousin can explain what he's doing in our dormitory."

"Wait. If I'm getting this straight this is a dormitory." A nod from Haruka. "And there are no men here." Fervent nods from Motoko and Naru, while Kaolla bobbed her head mimicking Motoko. "And Hina-bā-sama runs it." He nodded to himself, crossing his arms in front of him. "Then that means this is an all-girls dormitory run by Hina-bā-sama." Nods from all the women around him. "Great," he sighed.

"Great?" Naru growled. "How is that great?"

"Great in the fact that this is Hina-bā-sama's most elaborate prank to date."

"Explain," Motoko stated, arms crossed under her chest.

'Those are dangerous weapons,' Keitaro idly thought and wily enough not to be caught staring.

"It's just that Hina-bā-sama has been known to do random things at times in which there's always much humility and mischief. Course, she always pops up in the end to get in the last punch line. I'm sure she's had her laugh, what with me going in a complete circle trying to find this place after she called me to visit today and ending up in this situation." Looking around at the young women surrounding him, he asked, "So where is Hina-bā-sama?"

Seeing the looks that the tenants were shooting each other, Keitaro could guess exactly where Urashima Hina wasn't.

"She went on a world tour of all the hot springs. She left just yesterday," Haruka explained. She sighed in the fact that she knew something was off when Grandma Hina told them that they would all have a fun time without her. The younger tenants sighed as well realizing they were duped as well by Grandma Hina.

"Like I said," Keitaro sighed. "Last laugh."

Everyone could just imagine Granny Hina laughing her old ass off as she sat in first class.

"Fukō da," Motoko exhaled.

"Mendōkusai," Naru said, nodding her head.

They all just stood there, nodding to themselves before Naru noticed something from earlier but was swept away with the others in the cross-examination of their situation. "How'd you get out of your bindings?"

"Lots of experience and we'll leave it at that." At least that's what he hoped.

"How do you end up getting tied up that tightly so much? I mean, I did the biddings myself and Motoko-senpai has assured me countless times that even she can't get out of them under normal conditions," the blunette who appeared just slightly younger than Motoko asked curiously.

"Going on adventures to ancient tombs and competing with rival treasure hunters tends to hone a lot of skills, especially if you want to come out living." That was just his and Seta-sensei's luck he guessed.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get my things and head on back to Tokyo."

"You live that far away?" the one with the near closed eyes asked.

"I'd have to if I want to make it to my classes at Tokyo U."

"You go to Todai!" all the women minus Haruka shouted as one.

"Yes I do, and please can I go get dressed? I know I'm attractive and all but I'm quite sure none of you can handle me in just my trunks." Seeing all their blushing faces and averted stares, minus Haruka due to the fact she was leering at him, Keitaro lifted himself off the ground and made his way to the kanrinin's room.

"So he's your cousin," Naru stated plainly. She was sitting on the sofa opposite to Haruka's with Mutsumi and Kitsune taking up the other spaces on the couch. Motoko, Shinobu and Kaolla sat on the last sofa.

"That he is," Haruka answered, waiting with the others for Keitaro to return.

"What was his name again?" Motoko asked, wondering who the strange male relative of Haruka was.

"I'm sure all of you have already made his acquaintance one to time or another in your lives." Haruka smiled at all of their befuddled looks, wondering who in the world the man was.

"Haruka-senpai, is he the boy who used to help around in my family's restaurant at times whenever his family would drop by?" Shinobu asked shyly.

"The very one."

"You know what, he kinda reminds me of my favorite bartender at Bar Oasis," Kitsune stated as she rubbed her chin.

"Didn't Granny Hina bring a little boy along with her when she was visiting my family in MolMol?" Haruka nodded in the affirmative and watched as all of the younger girls were getting closer to who he was.

"Only one person has ever called me Mo-chan in my life…" Motoko's eyes locked with Haruka's. "He can't possibly be…" The female Urashima just nodded slightly with a grin on her lips. "Keitaro-sama?" she murmured.

"Ara? Na-chan? Didn't we used to know a Kei-kun back when we were kids last here?" Mutsumi asked her other childhood friend. "You don't think he could be?"

"I'm not sure Mutsumi-chan." Here Naru became conflicted, due to Mutsumi returning here around the same time she had arrived at Hinata Sou, Naru was able to remember a majority of her childhood. But if that was true, then that would mean that had probably forgotten the promise if he had made in without waiting for both her and Mutsumi. "I won't forgive him if he is."

"I tried my best you know? I spent a whole semester just trying to find the two of you." All heads shot to the stairs to see Keitaro slowly descending the stairs in a white button up shirt, black vest and matching slacks with his bag slung over one shoulder. His once shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail with only one bang out to frame his head. "If I had known that were still trying to get in, I would have waited ya know?"

"And how long exactly would you have waited?" Naru asked looking back down at the ground in front of her chair.

Keitaro sighed slightly at that with a small, sad smile and made his way over to her. He kneeled in front of Naru and gently pushed her face up by her chin so that she could look at him. What he say tugged at his heart, having seen a familiar situation fifteen years ago.

"Long enough. Sorry I made you cry Na-chan."

"Baka," Naru quietly said. "Baka no Kei-kun. You should have looked for me better. Baka," she sniffed. She soon grasped Keitaro's hand on her chin and moved in to her cheek to rub against it.

"I'm here now, that's what matters right?" he grinned.

Naru smiled back as well. "Just shut up and hold me already." She was soon engulfed in that once familiar hug, the one where she began to melt away and just forget about everything else. Keitaro adjusted himself so that he was sitting on Naru's left and thus on the end of the sofa.

"Hey, if it isn't the Boss," Kitsune grinned over Naru.

"Konno-san, when are you finally going to pay that tab?" Keitaro asked, smiling that ever benevolent smile. He laughed at her sputtering face and looked at the last person sitting on the sofa. "Heya Mu-chan."

"Ara, my how you've grown Kei-kun. Would you like to try my melons?"

"Seedless or seeded?" Keitaro asked quickly before anyone could take that question the wrong way.

"Seeded. Sorry, fresh out of the seedless melon Kei-kun."

He simply waved his hand at her. "It's fine Mu-chan." He turned his head to the occupants of the other sofa. When his eyes caught he could tell that Motoko was both furious with him seeing her near nude save for that towel, and if he wasn't mistaken, jealousy aimed at the older girl in his embrace. "Sorry about earlier Mo-chan. But hey, at least you saw me in only my trunks. I think that means we're even right?" seeing her not even look at him, he sweatdropped. "Right?"

Motoko waited a bit, letting Keitaro sweat it out before turning back at him. "I believe we are even Keitaro-sama," she said smiling.

"Oi, what'd I say about using the –sama honorific with my name Mo-chan," he growled.

Motoko giggled at that, hiding her mouth behind her gi sleeve, "Kei~ta~ro~sa~ma~"

"Oh you are so gonna get it when we step into a ring." The young woman just smiled. "Let's see you try. I'm not that little girl anymore, Kei~ta~ro~sa~ma~"

Sighing once more, Keitaro turns his attention to the blunette young woman. "Hey Shi-chan, how ya been?"

"I've been well enough senpai," Shinobu said while a blush crept up her face.

"Yeah… I heard about your family. Sorry that I couldn't have been there for you. Kami knows that everyone needs a friend in times like that."

"It's fine. Su-chan has been a good friend," she said, placing a hand on the tanned girl's should, "and understands a little what I've gone through, even if out situations are different."

"Thank you for being there for Shi-chan, Su-chan," he said grinning at the tanned beauty. "You really are a compassionate person at heart."

"Of course I am, would I be me if I wasn't?" Su huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I guess not."

"Big Brother and Big Sister are still waiting on that reply you know," Kaolla said cheekily.

"Tell them I'll be sending a reply soon." Damn, he was hoping to put that off for as long as possible.

"Don't keep us in suspense too long, Keitaro," Su giggled.

Keitaro huffed once more before turning to Haruka. "So I guess I came all the way here for nothing, huh Haru-chan?"

"Kinda looks like that Kei-kun, sorry about that." Haruka really would have loved it if her favorite cousin would stay a little longer with them, or at least in her own company. "How about we all show you out." Getting nods from all of the girls, they all rose from their seats while Keitaro pulled himself and Naru up, with the young woman still holding onto, just not as tightly as before.

"I think all of you should sit back down." All of them turned toward the entrance to see an older woman, about in her mid-forties to early fifties standing in the door way. She in truth looked like an older version of Haruka, what with the same facial structure and hairstyle, albeit longer and greying a bit.

"Yoko-ba-chan!" Keitaro exclaimed.

"Hey Kei-chan. And I meant what I said earlier about sitting back down. I think we'll all need to do so." Not waiting for a reply, Yoko made her way over to where they were at, stopped right by Haruka and snagged her cigarette before sitting down and putting it in the ash tray.

The tenants and Keitaro all looked at one another before slowly sitting themselves back down on the couch. They all turned their attention to Yoko and saw that she had pulled out a manila pouch folder from somewhere. She soon untied the string from around the two plastic seals and pulled out some papers a bit before placing the folder and all of its contents on the table and pushing them toward Keitaro.

Keitaro raised a brow at that and silently sent a question toward his aunt, asking what this was all about. He was met with a raised brow from Yoko and soon felt that feeling of dread return once more. He then looked down at the folder and saw a bit of the clan symbol, or more specifically, the clan head's seal on the front paper. Keitaro swallowed, dreading even more hoping against all that this was not what he thought it was.

Naru moved her hand from Keitaro's left and held onto his arm, and smiled at him when he turned and silently thanked her for that. She peered at the papers soon held in his hands. Her eyes widened when she read what was on the first paper.

As of August 10, 1998 I, Urashima Hina, will be stepping down as matriarch of the Urashima clan and passing it down onto the next in line for the clan head seat. Due to the fact that my eldest daughter Yoko has no desire to inherit the title or responsibilities, I had to look elsewhere. My youngest daughter is living in America with her husband and children and refuses to part with them and has stated that moving them here would damage their lives irrevocably. My only son flat out told me that he would rather work in his bakery than deal with his crazy cousins and the work that would come with the title. I was told the same thing by Haruka not soon after. Thus this falls upon you, Keitaro.

I am sorry to do this, what with you being in Tokyo University, living on your own and all that, but this is a necessity that must be done and I am sorry to say it falls upon you now. I am too old to take care of our family, and though many of you would say I'm still able enough, I am no spring chicken. Four times I had to stop before this point, and that is not a good thing.

But there is more. The entirety of the lands we own, even though have shrunk from twenty-thousand koku to the entirety of Hinata City, in order to keep the lands owned by the Urashima, the new clan head must claim possession of them by going through the proper channels. Not only that, but the clan head must be a descendant of the main family for the lands they own to remain under the special taxation. Simply put, I am asking you to watch over all of our businesses, especially the Hinata Sou, which has been the first home of the Urashima since the time before the Mongol Invasions.

I know this is asking much of you, but I know if there is anyone that can do this, it is you Keitaro. You who have gone through much in your life, yet found a way to still smile in spite of it all, and carry others up to new height, I place my complete faith and trust that you will do our family proud and honor those who have proceeded you.

With love and faith,

Urashima Hina

Keitaro just stared hard at the papers, trying to figure out whether or not this could be considered blackmail in one form or another. Because honestly, it just happened that the majority of the people he cared about were living here and could possibly get the boot if the property changed hands to someone other than him.

"Fukō da," Motoko sighed, having heard Naru reread the letter aloud.

Naru just rubbed her forehead and sighed as well. "Mendōkusai."

Keitaro soon pulled out a small stack of papers stapled together and sighed at the title before turning to all gathered around. "I know this is asking much of you, but will all of you accept me as the kanrinin of Hinata Sou?"

All of the girls looked at one another, silently debating amongst themselves what to do. They soon reached a consensus as to their answers.

"Why the hell not?" Kitsune said with a happy shrug, loving the fact that her favorite bartender could stay. Now she could finally weasel that recipe for the Sex on the Beach from him.

"Kei-kun gets to stay longer with us!" Mutsumi happily clapped, joyous at the fact that Keitaro would be with her and Naru once more.

"These are your lands now Urashima, you do not need to ask me if you need to stay on them. But yes, you may," Motoko smiled serenely, thanking the kami above for allowing her the chance to be with her crush once more.

"Senpai can stay as long as senpai needs to," Shinobu added. She would finally be able to show senpai that she had finally grown into a beautiful young woman and that her skills since the last time he had seen her had become greater.

"Yah! Keitaro can stay and play with me now!" Su happily exclaimed. Now she could finally show Keitaro that she wasn't just some over excited little girl who randomly glomped him when he least suspected it.

"Like I could turn away my cute cousin," Haruka stated smiling at her cousin, happy with the fact she could finally spend some more time with him.

"Don't need to ask me Kei-kun," Naru pointed out from his side. "Long as you're with me."

"Well Kei-chan," Yoko said with a grin, "let me be the first to say welcome to Hinata Sou."

The others soon as one loudly and excitedly proclaimed, "Welcome to Hinata Sou Keitaro!"

"Welcome back Kei-kun," Naru murmured into his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Keitaro smiled at all of them, and silently thank the kami above for placing him in this situation. "It's good to be back with all of you."

AN: That's the end of Kinjito: Fukosō. Stay tuned for the next chapter of Kinjito. And honestly? If you can't figure out what Motoko and Naru muttered in Japanese, then you really need to refresh your memory of anime.