A sweep,
A kick,
A dive so I can reach.
It's a story of a motion.
More detailed than speech.
Mousse headed downstairs. He had seen to it that Ranma was going to arrive. Now Cologne and Shampoo needed to be informed. (I wonder why they want Ranma here today, especially when it's time for the "Men's training" week*. Now, he should actually be left alone.)
Suddenly the building shook violently and a loud *boom* could be heard. Mousse tried to run down the stairs but misstook the placing of one of the steps and so came tumbling down the rest of the way.
*Krash*
He untangled himself from his crash. Getting up proved to be no problem despite the spear that threatend to impale him every time he tried to shake away the dizziness that he suddenly felt. He held his hand over his nose as soon as he was steady. (What is that awful smell?)
Mousse walked to the kitchen, or rather, Mousse walked into the doorframe in the kitchen. His glasses were lying on the floor and he had forgotten to pick them up.
-Ouch! He rubbed his head in an annoyed way and corrected his path to the kitchen. (Where in blazes is Shampoo!)
Stepping into the kitchen. He realised that it was a mistake to leave his glasses behind, all he could see was red. Everything, from the ceiling to floorboards was covered in something red.
-There you are Mousse! Help clean this place up.
He got handed a broom and hink filled with warm water.
--
* Basically all the men are booted out of the village to do some training in the chinese wildlands; presumably it's so that they won't loose their so-called "edge".
--
-Dad! What are you doing here?
Soun stopped clawing at the walls to look into Akane's eyes.
-MY BABY!
He glomped her and started to flood the empty lot with tears.
-DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!
Akane just stood there, confusion shining in her face. Sowly howewer, she began to pry her father off of her.
-Shhh! Calm down. She petted him on his back soothingly. To her amazement it actually worked.
-Thank you Akane. Now let's go find Ranma!
-But,but,but...
It was no use to resist, she concluded as she was dragged away from the lot.
--
(First I should grabb a bite at Uchans, I can always trust her to give me some food. Maybe she can help me find mom and Uchan as well.) Ranma jumped of the roof and landed, groundlevel, beside the door to Uchans. (Wait a moment! I'm looking for Uchan and I'm going to ask her to help?) She opened the door and looked inside.
-UCHAN? ARE YOU HERE?
(Nope; apparently she's not. Maybe I'll check Nekohanten next)
*growl*
Ranma looked down at her stomach, (Maybe Shampoo will give me some food), and she bounded away on the rooftops.
--
-Really, Mr. Saotome, how do expect to show Ranma what a martial artist should be like when you behave like this?
Kasumi glared at the older man, who looked like he saw Nodoka in front of him with a katana in her hands, yelling "What have you done to Ranma!"
-Drinking! Of all things! She dragged him a bit further and then glared at him again.
-If you think that Ranma will behave like a man of men when you can't set an appropriate example, then you are severely mistaken.
Genma nodded his head enthusiasticly. Kasumi continued to drag him home.
--
*whamm*
Mousse looked up from his scrubbing and saw a white blur walking in through the doorway.
-I'm sorry, we're closed.
He began scrubbing again; the red gook was very hard to get rid of and he had a lot of area to cover. The white blur moved closer to him.
-Where is Ukoyu? It asked.
-Saotome?
-Yes.
-Die!
He threw a chain at the blur, intending to wrap "Ranma" in it. But he only managed to snag a chair that had been left standing after the "kitchen accident". As he threw out a number of spoons at the blur, he retracted the chain and the chair. Someone knocked him on the head and he felt darkness envelop him.
--
Gosunkugi flicked the light-switch and closed his eyes. (It's time he and I had a little talk)
( The brown owl drifted down easily on the hot wind. The sun
) was sinking below the mountains and the shadows grew
( longer. The lake beside the tree the owl had intended as their
) meeting-place was sparkling a clear blue. It sighed. Its mind
( was at peace.
)
( Far below it, a blue owl winked into exsistence. The brown
) owl snorted and dove down to catch up.
( (He has no appreciation for thuroughly crafted scenery)
)
( He tooted a short welcoming note and seeted himself on a
) branch. The blue one did the same. When they were both
( comfortable, he sighed heavily and started to speak.
)
( -You should know that Akane has a huge problem with her
) anger and she has a tendency to be very jealous. She can hit
( a guy just because another girl is standing to close to him in
) the hallway. She also has a problem with her cooking and she
( is very sensitive about it. Should you actually get close to
) her, never let her stirr your magical potions. You never know
( what monster will pop up. The question isn't if you should
) stop using magic on her. It's about if you want her around
( your experiments.
)
( He looked at the blue owl to see if anything had sunk in. It
) stared back defiantly.
(
) -I see. He said. You are a lost cause.
(
) He lifted his wings and spun around. A whirlwind formed and
( began to eat away at the landscape. First the lake
) disappeared. It was erased, as if it never had been there. Then
( the blackness overtook the mountainrange, squirming and
) wrenching it's way down to the tree. Suddenly the tree came
( on fire. The blue glared at the changes as if it willed them not
) to be. But they happened anyway. When the brown came to
( a halt he noticed that he was indeed wearing the clothes he
) had selected earlier.
(
) The sight that greeted the blue owl was this. A brown owl,
( dreesed in a tightfitting red devils suit complete with tiny
) horns and a pitchfork held in it's right wing and behind him,
( EVERYTHING was on fire.
)
( -Be prepared for a loooong night Gosunkugi.
--
(First things first. Look for humans and ask for directions) The wolf pushed the door open and went inside. It shook itself fiercely, effectively soaking everything in the tamburine. It took a cursory glance around. (Let's see, there's two pairs of shoes, one jacket and no umbrellas. Nope, doesn't tell me anything. I hope that someone is in here though, it's been a long while since I got any real rest)
*sniff*
(What's that? Food!) It followed the smell to the dining room and upto the table. (Mmmm, smells lovely)
-Hey fishbreath, where were you?
(Drat, he's here too. Oh, well, I guess I better live with it) The wolf sighed noisily and looked away from the food.
-I've been looking all over for you. They have a kettle on the stove if you're interested.
The wolf crossed it's eyes. (Kettle? There's a kettle?) It set a path straight for the kitchen, leaving before the sobbing sounds made by the magpie in the corner became too loud.
--
There is a room somewhere in Nerima that warrants attention at the moment. Below it a furious battle is taking place but that's not important right now. What is important, however, is what you could see if you were standing in the room.
Let's take a look.
The room is very dark. In fact, to say that it is dark is an understatement; it is very dark indeed!
Okay, you see squat!
No matter, the important thing is what the room contains. Standing in the middle of the room is a chair. The chair is occupied, though if the occupant is sitting in it by choice, she is a very nawty person. She is, in fact, tied up. In a way that anyone would notice (if they weren't blind). This female who, minutes before, could by all rights have been called a bitch, is currently unconscious.
Let's see what we can do to correct that, shall we? We'll let a breeze pass by in the room, through whatever holes the walls have. The breeze should travel along the floor, making small dustbunnies bounce around and hit each other. It could fly up to her hair and sweep through it like a proper breeze should. It could also gather scents and smells and bring them to her nose like the messenger of dinnertime that it usually is.
Sadly or perhaps happily, this breeze is neither a proper breeze nor does it like to play the role of a messenger. It is a brezee that would be proud to be a member of the SHA* and as such, it is natural for it to float over to her feet and start to crawl up her legs. Wich indeed it is doing. It stops in its progress after a very short while and decides that, yes, it would be a good idea to ruffle her hair.
When this is being done she immediately tries to clamp her legs together, an action made more by reflex than by anything else. Even so it didn't work.
Her legs are tied to the legs of the chair.
Delighted by the non-resistence, the wind gets more adventureous and moved upwards, swirling around her stomach. Irked by this development she tries to move, to scratch the annoying itch that is roaming over her body but whenever she kicks with her legs or stretches her arms, she finds that they are tied too securely to be of any use.
The wind moves up and settles somewhere beneath her chin and above her navel (actually the same place that Happosai is so fond of). Contrary to how normal breezes behave, it decides to pinch her.
*pinch*
Ukyou's eyes immediately snap open.
--
*Secret Hentai Association. Meetings are held on Sundays and Saturdays in the room beside the showers (you know, the one with the peephole). Strangely enough Happosai is not a member.
--
Kodachi rolled out a pedestal and sat it upright in the middle of the walkway. She gently lifted a flowerpot and put it on the pedestal. Then she arranged five big cartons of dirt so that they stood in front of it.
-Is this the way you want it, Master? She said monotously.
- *!* The flower responded.
-Yes, Master.
She picked up the flower and put it down in the flowerpot.
- *!* It commanded.
-Yes, Master.
She set out flowers, identical to the first, in the dirt in front of the pedestal. Then she sat down to listen.
--
Ranma ran in through the open doorway of the Nekohanten.
-Shampoo! Ukyou's missing and I was wondering...
The walls were covered in red soup (or something similar). Mousse was on the floor, badly beaten. The door was lying to the side of the doorway. Most of the chairs and tables had been cleared out. It was, in short, not the way the Nekohanten usually looked.
Ranma walked over to Mousse and flipped over the chair that was on top of him. Then Ranma knocked on Mousse's head.
-Anybody home? Guess not.
Ranma looked for Shampoo in the back of the restaurant.
--
-Do you have any idea where we are?
-Yeah, I checked that already. We're in the Tendo Dojo.
-And where is that?
-Seriously? I don't know.
-Aaargh!
The chair that had been used to sit on went flying out of the room.
*sigh*
-You know, you really should learn to control your emotions more, it isn't like the whole world is actually against you.
The halfwolf human stared back at him angrily and growled.
-And what *snort* may you know about that!
He chukled and spread his wings.
-I suppose that if ALL the world was against you, you'd be staring into the cannon of a tank by now.
*Thunk*
A barbell hit the wall behind where he had just been. Of course, he was not there anymore. There had been a reason for him to spread his wings before saying something potentially lethal to himself.
-Do you at all listen to what I am saying? You should learn to control that temper.
-Aaaaargh.
--
-Give!
*Clang*
-Me!
*swosh*
-Back!
*Clang*
-Ukyou!
*Clong*
-...!
("*Clong*" It shouldn't ever sound "*clong*". . .) Nodoka looked at the tip of her katana and realised what was wrong. There was a hideous creature stuck at the end of it.
-Let go!
She started to shake the katana franticaly, looking much like an indoor whirlwind. Shampoo stretched against the wall as there wasn't much space in the corridor they where in.
-Let go, you...
Shampoo jumped above a slash at her legs.
-Ugly...
She bent her upper body backwards as the blade tried for her head. (Thus showing off quite well what would be right about choosing her above the other fiancées)
-Putrid...
She dove beneath a thrust that, if it had hit her, would have succesfully removed her appendix (along with some other icky stuff).
-Hideous...
She rolled forward and again avoided the blade before it could remove her legs from the rest of her body.
-Malformed...
She crashed into the wall and looked on in horror as the blade rushed in at her.
-Prune!
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Can you see the red thread,
the yellow or the blue?
Can you see the green one
in between 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)
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Authors notes: (Question, does the nekohanten have floorboards or tiles?) About the SHA. What can I say? My mind is tired. Besides which, can anyone think of a better name?
Well I'm pooped, I started on the first parts of this particular one just before Christmas. (My story is mostly a mess before its finally put together in the right order) I sill can't decide if the red gook cures Ranma of the Neko-ken, makes him fall in love with Shampoo, or something completely different. (There are probably ten different versions buried somewhere around here, most of them in my mind) I probably won’t use either of the first two though.
Anyone got any C&C on this?
Please?
Pretty, pretty please?
With sugar on top?
(On second thought hold the sugar, I probably can't afford it)
Todays guest is
Hi everybody!
I'm
*flap*
This story is made in good faith that the author will not get sued. It is populated with humans (and others) copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi and Kitty. Therefore they are not really the author's to use. He just likes working with them and he hopes it's mutual.
This guy sounds like a whacko, let's see.
*flap*
The author does this of his own free will and does not have someone breathing down his neck every time he slacks off. Also he doesn't want anyone to make any money on this, including him.
Like I said, total whacko.
*flap*
What that's all? Lousy writer didn't give me much to go on. Goodbye, then, and may you all feel humbled by the honour that you have recieved when I came to visit.
Duvae@hotmail.com
(Obnoxious cretin that wouldn't understand a creative word if it hit him between his eyes)
Freemage's Notes
*Sigh* After a long delay, I have finally gotten off my Corpulent Caucasian Keister and begun bringin this site up-to-date. As you can all probably tell from the above postings, Dewin's getting a little desperate for C&C. Why not, if you've come this far, send him some?
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