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I wonder what it would be like to met them all again, to say hello for the first time and not know then, what I know now. Would that work? Would that get rid of my curse? Would they see the real me or would they start again, with their chasing, and their cooing, and various other things? Would it all bee better... ...Or am I deluding myself? -Murfl! The big blue-haired animal declared. He was in a cage in the midle of the room, on a greyish table. The room was filled with cages, most stacked on each other, and in every cage there was an animal, none were the same species. The blue-haired animal looked something like a cross between a terrier, a fox and a miniature mammoth. All this aside, all the other animals had their attention on him. -Rilfelfa, furglmer blrrg. He continued. He began to eye his audience carefully. -Vrrplkortz arblfin! he said in a dangerous tone of voice. He waited, all the other animals cheered, or whatever sound they could make that would be comparable to cheering. The bluehaired thing was just about to continue, head raised high, when a little animal in one of the cages close to the door interrupted him. -Nyya, nya nya nyaaaa! She argued. He paused in time to cut of his sentence before he had time to utter it and glared angrily at her. All the other animals sighed heavily and curled up into balls or walked through the backwall of their cages. This wasn't new to them, the little pest had always interrupted old bluehair when he had something important to say and when they argued afterwards, no other animal could get any peace. The two had gotten into a really heated argument when suddenly the door pushed open and the grey one came in. Silently all the animals crept back to where they had been before; this might be interesting. -- Ryouga was holding his umbrella protectively above his head, as if the mere touch of water would be acid to his skin. -Ryouga dear, while I do find it amusing to see you avoid water, why don't you just let it come? Ryouga snorted. -Because I don't enjoy what it does to me. -Well, the blue-clad Hibiki responded merrily, It's all a matter of what you turn into isn't it? She closed her umbrella and threw it high into the air. Ryouga's eyes grew wide as he saw the transformation. -- Ranma followed the man through the curtain and came into a large black area. He couldn't see any floor or walls, but that was okay, he had lot to think about. (What happened? Did I lose control? Did I destroy anything? Was that me?) He looked up to see were he was going. (Where did the shopkeeper go?) He looked around wildly to see if he had simply passed a door. -Hello? He wavered, he tried to sound more confident but he was still affected by the incident with that stone thingy. (Great now I can't find my way out, I ain't never gonna ridicule Ryouga again!) He began to wander aimlessly when he heard a sound from somewhere. -Fzzzzt! He immediately began running towards it. After all, sound meant object or animal, right? He would find something familiar in here. -- (Of all the things, it has to be raining) He thought grumpily. He looked at the little child jumping around in the puddles and twirling around in the rain. (Well, at least she's happy. I wonder what I'm gonna tell her parents) He assumed an authoritative pose as he walked along. (Excuse me sir and ma'am but your child is a magician and is also more powerfull than a nuclear warhead) He chuckled to himself. (If he couldn't pull it off with his own dad, knowing how much he wanted to be one himself, he probably couldn't make them understand either) Ikyou, the little child who was dancing around him, was mumbling things about air and pointing her fingers around, causing small spurts of rain to temporarily fall upwards. It was truly a sight to see her dancing around in her yellow raincoat; she looked like a faerie who had just learned how to use her wings. (Funny that, the only thing a layman understands or cares about is your destructive force, and all that other mages care for is whether you can create a good drink out of thin air. Well,) He conceded to himself (most of them anyway) He began wistling a happy tune as the forcefield he had started weaving together a while ago came up to full force. You could now see the water fall on a bubble surounding the boy dressed in green. The water flowed down the length of the bubble and splatted down a few inches away from his feet. Ikyou noticed the display and stared in awe. -Iruka? Could I learn to do that? She asked in an impish tone of voice. Iruka blinked at her and brought his hands up in front of face, clasping them together firmly. -Air rises upwards when heated, as cold goes down. He pressed the air around him downwards and then scooped it up again to push it upwards. -Aaah. he breathed out as the air began to warm up and circulate inside the bubble he had created. -- Ranma froze immediately as he saw what had made the sound. -Ca -ca -ca -ca -cat! He pointed at the the animal. The offending animal arose from its curled up position and looked disdainfully at him. It didn't actually look that much like a cat, more like a pony that had paws instead of hoofs, and the three extra tails that it uncurled looked even more out of place. Of course, there were those cat eyes that kept stairing straight at him. Caught between wanting to run away from what his senses kept yelling at him that it was a cat, or to approach it and see what it actually was, he fainted. -- -Mousse, I want this spotless before I come back! Cologne said before she bounced out the door. Mousse, already tired from lugging tables around most of the morning, made a rasberry at her and Mousse being Mousse was facing Shampoo who was cleaning up on the counter. -Why Mousse try be more ugly than usual? It not fit Mousse. -I was mocking the old ghoul. He responded, too tired to recognise her voice. -Why? It no make diference. Soon airen will come and join and he and Shampoo be happy and have lots and lots of children and he cook and clean and Shampoo hunt for him and.... Shampoo trailed off continuing to talk about what they would do in a proper amzonian marriage. Mousse didn't listen because he was trying to stay calm and not glomp onto her. (must stay cool, must stay calm, must be ...sneaky) -What about "hard to get"? Mousse interjected. Shampoo stopped to think. -It no matter, she concluded happily, Ranma leave pervert girl anyway. -But Shampoo, he still loves her. -Ah, she lit up in recognition, "hard to get" is for Ranma to like Shampoo more. Her brows furrowed for awhile as she did some heavy thinking. -No matter! He already leave with Shampooo, he love when ready. -But do you have the time? He answered in a clearly audible whisper. -- The grey one burst through the doors again. -What is wrong with that boy? he exclaimed. -Murfl. Answered old bluehair sleepily. (Some of us need sleep, crazy old human) The grey one spun around frantically, searching among the cages, trying to find the right one. -I need someone that can read minds. Someone is hurt and I need to know how bad. Bluehair raised his head quickly. (This could be it, finally) -Arfelfilfer. He proclaimed and pointed a paw at the cage in the far corner. The grey one looked at him curiously and then bent down to open the cage. -You will do, as long as your not bonded with anyone. -Miaou. Came the dazed reply. -- -It's threehundred and twenty four, Miss. -Very good Akane, why don't you calm down and let the others have a go. She blinked, had she realy been that bad? Looking around, she saw that all the other students were looking at her. To her they looked like they were studying her as if she was some sort of odd lab experiment gone horribly wrong. To everybody else (except Gosunkugi who actually WAS looking at her as if she was a lab experiment, one that had gone horribly *right*) they were looking at her in awe. She paled and began to ramble on about being sorry, and how sorry she was and why she was sorry and how she was sorry and, and, and.... Gosunkugi flared a bright white and the classroom went back to normal. (i.e. half the people were asleep and everybody except a few looked disinterested) -Akane, where is Ranma? Asked the teacher. -I don't know. She answered truthfully. -Psst! She turned around briefly and got handed a piece of paper. -- *This he shared with most other mages and scientists, he LOVED his experiments (somewhat explains all the dark rooms and the secrecy, ne?) -- She was fuming as she was carried somewhere in the darkness. (I'm sure it's that boys own fault for doing something wrong nothing ever goes wrong here without outside intervention, and that means him, if the grey seriously thinks that I will help a boy that would injure himself, he's got another think coming) She looked up at the one who was carrying her, he was indeed mostly a color of gray, every garment he wore was greyish, the sneakers on his feet, the pullover and the sweater below it, the jeans were greyish, even the gems on the bracelet he wore were grey. She tried to send a thought to him without bonding, she wasn't very good at it as she had never tried before. -(What did he do to himself, grey one?) Her carrier looked down at her with big eyes. -Well it seems the choice wasn't such a bad one after all. He said and looked up again to study the darkness in front of him. (Why does he do that anyway,) She thought irritably (It's not as if they were going anywhere. I haven't even got an answer from him Oooh,) she fumed (how irritating. This only proves that he doesn't want to tell me that the boy hurt himself. Although, that could be so that I would actually try to help him.) She looked up into the middleaged mans face and immediately snorted. (in any case, I have looked through your little scheme, I am not going to help him) Suddenly she was set down. -- Happosai was out in the rain. He wasn't happy (despite his nickname being happi) In fact he was very disgruntled. (Now where is it, I know I left it somewhere around here) He was out in the garden outside the tendo dojo. Placing both his hands on the ground, he began to focus his chi. He felt a tap on his choulder but ignored it. HE was up to something more important than women's lingerie this time; he had decided that his student needed to learn a lesson. -Hi Happi. A voice called out from behind him. The voice struck a cord in Happosai that he didn't normally feel. (So near and yet so far) He thought before he let go of the tendril of chi he had been moving around beneath the ground. He breathed out heavily through his nose and turned around. -Hi Cologne. He answered as dispassionately as he could and opened his eyes. Cologne was standing in front of him with her hair all wet, sticking to her back and twirled around her walking-stick where it otherwise would be lying on the ground. He could see the raindrops running on her wrinkled face taking different paths all the time. He thought lovingly back to how she had looked in her youth: so firm, so strong, so much like a better version of that Shampoo she had brought along with her. He watched how the face he was thinking of slowly grew wrinkles and shrunk until it perfectly matched the woman standing before him. Soon, very soon, he wouldn't be able to think of anything but leaning forward and.... Brrr, he shook himself of. (Must think of young women, nubile women, good-looking women) -What did you say Kho-lon? The abomination in front of him bopped him on the head again with her staff. -I said, DO YOU KNOW WHERE SON IN LAW IS! -There's no need to shout, Cologne; I'm not deaf. He complained, rubbing his head -You'd think so, the way you were staring. She replied. -As it happens, I don't know where he is. He said and turned 180 on the spot. -Now let me get back to my search! He huffed and dug his hands deep into the ground in one swift stroke. Cologne eyed him with an amused glint and spoke. -You aren't searching for the loverock that you buried here are you? -Mmf! Did you take it? He asked warily. -No. She answered before she pogoed off laughing in the rain. -- There was a boy lying on blackness. He had fine chiselled features. It was a face she could cuddle forever. -(Hello, Who are you?) She sent to him. The grey one picked her up and looked into her eyes. She marveled as she looked back into his. (even the irises in his eyes are grey) -Now don't do anything rash, he said questioningly, you might regret it. He continued, a marked threat oozing about him. -(No no, I wouldn't do that) She reassured. He set her down and let her work her way into the boy's mind. ----------------------------------------------------------------- --- 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: Freemage's Notes: You know, there aren't that many chapters left. 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