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To never see her face again, what bullshit. I'll always see her face. Every time I see a mother helping her child, I see her face. Every time I see a rose petal, I see her face. Every time I see a mallet in action, I SEE HER FACE! She must be mad to think that I will never see her face again! But, to never see HER again.... ...that would be difficult. Ranma took the note and squeezed it into a ball. He never should have started that diary, diaries were for GIRLS! But like most other things in her -- no HIS life, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. As Ranma yawned and stretched, a thought struck her; she had been ready to reveal her whole life and all her thoughts to this book. (Of course, she was in her female form at the moment). Could this mean that if she found Akane's diary she would know what Akane thought of her? NO! Who cared what that tomboy thought of her-- HIM? Akane had found him in Uchans again and had clobbered him because he hadn't eaten any of her food, and this time HE hadn't even known that she would cook. Now she was furious again she rose up from her futon and jumped out the window to blow of some steam against the training puppets. -- Ryoga whirled around. Someone had tapped his shoulder! -Excuse me could you tell me the way to the Tendo Dojo? -- -Oh, if only the feet of Ikaros were mine! SASUKE! Thou lowly piece of pig entrails I shall smite thee for this!! Kuno was irritated. He had overheard Kodachi talking to Sasuke giving orders that would lead to the death of his pigtailed goddess. In a flash of brilliance he had waited until Kodachi wasn't close by and then proceeded to intercept Sasuke and give him slightly differing orders which in turn would hopefully result in the rescue of his beloved pigtailed goddess from the vile clutches of Saotome as well as from Kodachi's perverted scheme. Naturally, he hadn't found Sasuke. Which could only mean that Sasuke had gone straight to the Immigration office to fulfill Kodachi's plan. Kuno was now running to the Tendo Dojo as fast as his feet could carry him, solely for the purpose of reaching his damsel in distress before it would be too late. -- Ryoga was dumbstruck. He might as well have faced a mirror. -Well, the Saotome dojo then? -- -Bitch. The restaurant was closed; she had closed it after that incident during lunch. She hadn't opened it since. -Bitch! She flipped an okonymiaki. It stuck to the ceiling. She hadn't cooked an okonymiaki right since Akane had marched into her restaurant and demanded that Ranma go home. -Bitch!! She felt good saying it. It was as if her whole life situation could be summed up by using that word. If only Akane hadn't been there, Ranma would have seen more in her than just a friend. Not that Ranma didn't deserve to have a friend, but she wanted to be more to him than that. Besides, she was his fiancée, after all. -Bitch!!! She slumped down to the floor. If only they were more than friends. If only they had known each other longer. If only Genma hadn't left her behind. If only Ranma hadn't chosen okonymiaki instead of her. If only.... She jumped up excitedly; Ranma had been talking about going back in time once. It had to do with that freak Happosai and some object he had used. Wasn't it a mirror or a pipe or something? Knowing Happosai it had been a bra, but she wasn't so sure. -BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! she screamed with glee. Now she had a plan of action. -- Now Ryoga was scowling. Had Ranma already put his name on the dojo? -Is it... *snicker* ...THE HIBIKI DOJO? -- *burp* [the ramen made bubbles] -SHAMPOO!! *gloomp* -AYIEEEE *kraash, boom, bang* -ouch! *fizzle* [the ramen was almost ready] -Why Mousse still after Shampoo? Lots of girls like Mousse: Towel, Hairspray, Lotion, even little Cologne after Mousse. *yank* [Mousse rose up] -But I love you, Shampoo! *Bing* [Mousse got an idea] -It's because you play hard to get! *Silence* -Mousse like being beaten? -NO! *fizzle*[Mousse's brain was working overtime] -You never give in, you avoid me and you never go on a date! -Shampoo go on date lots of times, with Ranma! *sigh* -You never go on a date with ME! -So if Shampoo play "hard to get" Ranma will leave pervert girl for Shampoo? -nnnnnnyyes, YES of course Ranma will like you more if you play hard to get! -Shampoo happy, Shampoo reward you! *bonk*[shampoo hit Mousse on the head] -Wh -why? -Mousse say he like no getting me! -- Ryoga looked stunned. He had never thought of it before; if Akane married him the dojo would have his last name on it. He tried to grasp the idea. -Look, just POINT the way! -- Happosai bounded off the roof, kicking a stone into orbit. He was in a foul mood this evening. Every time he got close to some panties, they would move out of his reach. He realized it was a mistake to go after Cologne's underwear, but he had thought that a repeat performance was due, especially on the anniversary of the first time he had met her. But she hadn't taken the whole thing so lightly; she had put a curse on him. -Oh woe is me, woooooe is me! He wailed and ran towards the Tendos'. At least there, he would find some comfort. He picked up a bucket and filled it with water and then hurried on. -- Ryoga realized three things when he finally stopped trying to comprehend the full meaning of what the other guy had said. One, the other guy was gone, Two, his finger was raised, pointing to a house and, Three, it was pointing towards the Tendo Dojo! -- An old man in a grey overcoat trotted into an alley. He scrutinized it carefully and felt around on the bricks of a wall before he went through them. -- -Hiya, loser! Gosunkugi knew that this statement would make Ranma angry. It didn't matter when or where or even in which reality, it always got Ranma furious. That ... and calling him a girl. -- Ranma jumped onto the rafters of the dojo. She wanted to be alone, she didn't feel like talking to anyone. She had confirmed what she always suspected--Akane hated her. She took out the book that proved it all and held it to her chest, silently she cried to herself, not a drop fell from her eyes, but still she cried. Besides whoever that was in the door opening, he wasn't talking to her, or was he? A drop fell from Ranma's eyes and fell towards the floor. -- Funny, Gosunkugi thought, Ranma should be trying to kick his butt by now. Maybe he needed a bit more incentive. -You aren't hiding, are you? Like some scared little girl huddled up in a corner? No reaction? Time for the heavy artillery. - Ranma you are a GIRL, a silly little GIRL, you can never beat me because girls can't do martial arts, mwahahahaha! If this got Akane out so be it; he wanted to fight, and Ranma was the one he wanted to fight with. -- Akane fumbled around in the dark until she found the light switch. She had heard noises from a fight outside. I wonder what Ranma is doing? she thought, He better not be fighting Ryoga! She didn't feel like clobbering him again, though. She had been a little rough on him this evening. But she just got so mad when he refused to eat her cooking, it was as if he refused her and she didn't like that, she didn't like that one bit! If he would only eat what she served he would see that it didn't taste as bad as she usually had made it, not that she ever cooked badly! She had found a new cookbook, one that assured success, it was easy, she couldn't mess up the ingredients like she usually did because it described everything in minute detail and it even had pictures of all the ingredients! The store owner had said it was a magic cookbook and thanks to Nabiki she had gotten it almost entirely for free (she had paid 50 yen for it) though she hadn't liked Nabiki's argument. -If she succeeds with her cooking you'll get ten times your money back. She would make sure of cooking something edible just to make Nabiki lose money if that's the way Nabiki felt about her cooking! ON THE OTHER HAND, she could force Nabiki to eat some of her cooking. Akane crawled out of bed and looked at the watch. - 02:28 - (Late) she thought and crawled back to go to sleep. -- Ranma jumped backwards in time to dodge the shishi hokudan flying at him. Ryoga was getting better, he hadn't even needed to power up before firing. -Katsu tenchin amiguriken! Ranma punched 924 times before he jumped back. Ryoga had blocked all the punches. She was getting tired and it was already late when they had started. Suddenly Kuno burst in through the wall. (Didn't Shampoo have some sort of copyright on that?) -What is this? Such a travesty must not continue, for is it not my pigtailed goddess I see before me, fighting a brute of pure evil! I, Tatewaki Kuno, blue thunder of Furinkan High, will not permit this! Lightning cracked outside and thunder rolled across the sky. Ryoga flicked his wrist and twiddled his fingers in an odd manner while avoiding Ranma's punches. Thunder roared again and lightning struck through the roof, hitting Tatewaki in the head. Ranma didn't notice; she was too engrossed in trying to kick the life out of Ryoga. Then she thought of something (unnatural yes, but not compared with what happens later on!); Ryoga was calm, unlike all the times when she had beaten him--maybe he was much better than her when he wasn't angry about something or other. Right now she didn't care; she just wanted to beat him and go to bed. -Hey, P-Chan, why are you fighting this time? Ryoga ducked below a jump kick from Ranma and rolled away. -Exercise, it was a long time since I last fought you. Ranma blinked while Ryoga leapt at her (it hadn't been a long time at all, they had fought during the morning just after breakfast) Ryoga tried to kick at her feet and she jumped up. (maybe it would go faster if I threw him into the pond?) -Okay, I guess this is enough, Ranma heard Ryoga saying under his breath. Ryoga then mumbled a few words and pointed his finger towards her. *Whoosh* A beam of fire leapt out of Ryoga's hands and nearly struck Ranma as she jump-rolled out of the way. The beam of fire followed Ranma around, scorching almost the entire dojo before.... --- Somewhere else in the district of Nerima, in a cellar, there was a low chuckle not unlike a laugh that a zombie would make. -he e eheh e eh he ehe e Now you will suffer my wrath! Saotome, this is the LAST day you walk amongst the living!! The diminutive figure was sitting in front of a table filled with vials, rocks of different shapes and seizes, tombs stacked upon each other, a wand or two, a doll full with needles and other paraphernalia. It was a very large table, but the figure didn't seem to have any problems reaching the things it needed from its sitting position. At the moment a hand was reaching for a needle, quickly it took one from the voodoo doll that seemed to be used as a pincushion, then reached to take some string from the area in front of the vials, hands becoming a blur as they sewed together the pieces that had been assembled in front of them beforehand. -I have felt this night coming for a long time (the last hour, give or take 5 minutes) and I have precariously assembled (hastily collected ) all the necessary equipment (junk) from the best sources (the scrapheap, diverse closets and the kitchen in general) and now I will tap this moment of its power (?!!?). The figure waited, and waited, it waited some more and when it finally decided it was time for bed, a white light filled the room and in its wake everything split apart ----------------------------------------------------------------- --- Can you see the red thread, the yellow or the blue? Can you see the green one inbetween the two? Take a look at all of it. Can you see it too? It all forms a tapestry. A tapestry for you. (Dewin Duvae) --- Author's notes: And so I fling this piece of literary misconduct into black empty space in the vain hopes that someone will read it and curse not the gods in their folly when they allowed this humble genius to be born alive. (As if my mother had nothing to do about it!) Anyway enough about me. Who's out there? Did you like the story so far? Did you like it at all? Did I do something wrong? (besides trying to emulate Tatewaki) PLE -HE -EASE TELL ME, I WILL DO ANYTHING! Well, not anything, but you get the idea. 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