To jump,
To see,
To feel the wind passing by me.
To flex my body.
To be free.
The blade entered between Shampoo's ribs and left before anyone could notice--anyone but Shampoo. It somehow managed to pass by her heart and not do any noticeable damage. There was no blood, yet. Still, there was pain.
Ever since her cat-form had been badly molested earlier, she had felt a dull pain all over her body. The new pain that came triggered the old ones into firing up again. She tried to ignore the extra pain and just focus on getting out of the madwoman’s way, but every time she moved either left or right, the katana would cut away at her exit.
(What will I do? If I hurt Ranko's mother she won't like me) Shampoo suddenly saw a red blur flying straight at her. Just before the katana could cut through her again, she was pushed out of the way. As her head bounced against the wall she clearly saw Ranma bouncing around on the walls, kicking at her grandmother and avoiding the Katana at the same time.
She felt blackness overtake her. (Ranko...my love)
--
Kodachi giggled insanely and threw a flower through the window, flowerpot and all.
From somewhere down below, she could hear a crash.
Kodachi threw another flower from the window.
-Soon everything will belong to you, Master.
-*"!"* Said the flower behind her.
-OHOHOHOHOHO!
--
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH... !?
Shampoo awoke in a sweat. She quickly tried to locate where her great-grandmother was. (She's on the tip of the sword that that crazy woman is swinging about. Is she still fighting?) She felt the darkness threatening to overtake her again but pushed against it. (Don't want that dream again! Should be moving) Shampoo unsteadily tried to stand up but fell back on the ground as soon as she moved out of crawling position. She settled for that and crawled towards the stairs.
(I want to be alone)
--
Dorilian slowly settled down in a large brown floating bag (sort of resembling a sofa, if you discounted the fact that it looked more like something Akane had sewn together) and sighed contentedly.
-Aaaaah, let's see what she's up to now.
He reached out and pushed a holographic button that appeared from thin air. Some noise could be heard in the distance (A muffled scream of some sort) and a white screen rolled in out of nowhere.
The screen showed the interior of a white room, in which there was a white bed and large plant by the door. In the bed lay a teenage girl. She wasn't the most beautiful girl ever born nor was she in any way ugly. She had short black hair and large eyes, (which of course is very common). At the moment, she had her eyes shut tight and her face screwed up in an angry scowl.
Back in the room where the oddly shaped bag that floated was, Dorilian was hunched forward and had hearts floating about behind his irises.
-Please, oh please be nice tomorrow.
--
( -Grouwf. Said the black little pig in defense.
)
( -Okay, okay. So you didn't go rooting in the hens' cage. But
) admit that you were going there. The redheaded girl replied.
( The pig snorted and raised his chin high and away from her.
)
( -Fine be that way. She stomped off to the kitchen.
) -Bweeeee. He scurried after.
(
) Well, there the redhead sat down in a chair and let him jump
( up into her lap. She scratched him behind his ears.
) -I wish that something would happen.
(
) Suddenly there was lots of shouting from outside.
( -Look Ma, a hurricane.
)
( The room started spinning and all the cutlery flew about. The
) pig stopped being black and started being green. The redhead
( walked to the window and looked out. An old wrinkled
) scarecrow sitting on a cane flew by, as well as a pink cat, a
( panda with a beach ball and various other stuff.
)
( Inside, all the drawers had opened and the little green pig
) was bouncing around at a furious pace, just to avoid all the
( knives that seemed to have their minds set on making him
) barbeque. Then he noticed that everything stopped; he felt a
( faint falling sensation, and suddenly he smacked into the
) floor, as did everything else.
(
) It had stopped. They looked at each other and walked out. The
( redhead tugged the pigtail on her neck.
)
( -I don't think we're in Nerima anymore Ryo-chan.
--
(It's still spinning) He opened his eyes.
-BWEEE! He screamed in terror.
Ranko was close to being skewered on a Katana that was being waved around. He targeted the hand that held the blade and got ready.
--
-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 half-wolf, half-human stared back at him angrily and growled. -And what *snort* do you know about that!
He chuckled 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 me? You should learn to control that temper.
-Aaaaargh.
--
Shampoo had crawled up to the door to her room and had just about opened it when she remembered the morning earlier. She did NOT want to stay in that room for SOME time. Where wouldn't anybody look for her? Of course, the attic!
Currently, she was lying on the doorstep to the attic, panting heavily. (What's wrong with me?) She opened the door and eeled her way inside.
-SHAMPOO! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
She held her hands to her ears; this was not were she wanted to be.
--
-Have you at least any idea where THEY are? Asked the big gray wolven thingie. The parrot flew down and perched on the kitchen bench.
-Nope not a clue. He answered cheerfully. He looked around distractedly at his surroundings.
-You don't think that you could have done more damage to this house? The wolf... halfwolf, halfhuman. (I can't seem to remember the word for them. Lycans? Lycetope? Whatever, aquawolf, WEREWOLF! That’s it, from now on it's a werewolf.) The WERE-WOLF drew back a fist.
-I've had ENOUGH! You say ONE more word about my temper and I'll...
The parrot looked up at him with a defiant smile* that quickly changed into one of fake worry.
-But think at least of the poor people who are living here. They could get heartbroken when they find their house the state it is in. What would they say about what you did?
-THAT'S IT! THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW!
A red streak shout through the wall facing the dining room. Plastered on the wall opposite was now the parrot, who groggily replied:
-Did I mention any tempers?
He thumped down on the ground beside a crying magpie and lay there motionless.
--
*No I don't know how he does it when he has a beak.
--
Shampoo fell back against the wall. She had barely enough in her left to do lift her hands if she wanted to. It didn't help much that Ukyou had screamed at her from somewhere. (I wish I could lay down somewhere and die) She closed her eyes and began drifting off into something that vaguely resembled sleep.
--
The parrot’s eyes opened carefully; he had a pain in his head that would fit the description of a very nasty hangover. He immediately spotted the magpie crying beside him. (It must be noted that minds work in funny ways. He experienced a hangover, he couldn't remember the last few moments, therefore, his mind concluded, he had been drunk. Also his mind couldn't remember getting rid of any alcohol and so he must still have been drunk.)
The parrot crawled up to the magpie, laid his wing around her and said:
-Hi there butiful. Want to tell me whatsch wrong with the world?
-No, she said without looking up at him.
-Aw, come on. It will only get better if you get it off your chest. There's no harm in telling me is there?
*Sob*
-Well, okay. First of all, I'm a bird.
-There is nothing WRONG about being a bird. He replied hotly. I'm a parrot, I should know.
-What would know about anything. You've never been a human.
- *Snort* Humans are wussies! They can't fly like we do.
The magpie seemed ready to reply with something that wouldn't be entirely nice when a sudden noise from the outer door.
*Boom*
-Come on now, Mister Saotome, you're going off to the furo.
--
Kodachi was singing again. What about, I will never tell, for it involves mayhem, killings and lots of gore. It also involves winning and the boredom afterwards. All in all, a song better left unheard.
In whichever case, she shouldn't be deemed important. She is and has always been a loony. The flower on the other hand.... There is something with a sharp mind. At the moment it was just rocking along to the music, but even geniuses needed time to relax.
--
Geniuses... relaxing... there are several on the planet at the moment. Funnily enough all of them are relaxing... in some way or another.
There was one in the mountains of Tibet, rock-climbing. (This is as relaxing as listening to heavy metal at its highest volume*)
There where three who where currently leaving the earth through means normally unattainable. (Also unwanted) One genius sat in front of a computer and read fanfiction **. Five geniuses were sunbathing on the beach ***.
Quite frankly there are more than enough geniuses to go around.
There is, however, only one important to this story.
He was also resting. In fact he was lying on his bed.
-Computer, how is she doing? Worry dripped of the words like water from ice cubes in the summer.
-The subject is currently asleep... Do you wish otherwise?
-NO... no, I'll manage. He tried to smile. He rolled over on his left and sighed.
-I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
--
*There are CERTAIN people who take pleasure in turning the volume to max when I sit down and write. HE says it makes HIM relax.
**This particular genius wasn't a genius because he invented machines, new spells or even stories good enough too read. He was a genius because he had come up with the idea of giving feedback to the authors of the fanfics; thus, he thought, there would be more and better stories to go around.
***It was snowing but they were still geniuses. Wanna know why? It's because despite the chilling cold, they where getting sunburned. All due to their latest invention)
--
Kasumi hummed a gentle tune when she stepped out of the furo. Genma would lie in there to soak for a long while and nothing would be able to bother her when she would go about the cleaning of the house.
She was about to start sweeping when, suddenly, a black and white thing was up and flapping directly in front of her face. First she jumped back a step. Then she swung about with her broom, waving it at the flying thing.
-Shoo, shoo, away! Scat.
--
-Tsu-chan are you in here?
An elderly woman walked into the huge storage space.
-I didn’t know he kept this many things in here. Well I guess he didn’t need this after all.
She picked up a small object. A keyring if you listened to the way it tingled when she picked it up.
-I guess I’ll be leaving now.
She left the room as silently as she came. The cactus still hadn’t moved.
--
-But we can’t abandon him now! He finally came to visit and then he just left. Waaaaaah!
Akane stared at him, very wide-eyed.
-Are you for real?
Soun sniffled a bit and looked at her. Slowly, he stretched his neck to look at her sides. Then he closed in at her face. He looked at her nose, her eyebrows, her nasal passages. He stared her straight in the eyes.
-Waaaaaaaaah! My daughter's a pod person!
--
Ukyou sighed. (What am I doing wrong? Why would Mousse kidnap me? Wonder when Ranchan will notice?) She looked at the sleeping girl in the corner. Shampoo looked really out of it. She was as pale as a ghost. Not really far from her appearance at the moment. The only color that could be seen was the red of the blood that slowly trickled from between her breasts.
Ukyou looked up at the ceiling. (At least the winds changed. It was irritating when it flowed over my skin.)
-I WANT RANCHAN! She screamed.
(Maybe he will come to save me?) She smiled happily and looked down at her ropes that tied her to the chair. (No, he won’t save me because in reality he doesn’t like me. Same as he didn’t like Akane before.) Again she tried to wriggle an arm free from the chair. Unfortunately she didn’t get free.
--
Even though Ranma was busy jumping around, kicking at the old ghoul and avoiding her mother's katana, a jumble of thoughts stampeded through her mind.
(Why are we fighting? Where is Ukyou? KICK! What IS Cologne doing? Land. When's my next meal? Roll! Shampoo isn't here. Jump! They aren't mine? Why wouldn't they be? DODGE!)
Suddenly her mother screamed and clutched her arm, letting go of her katana. Cologne grabbed it and drove it into the floor, creating a suitable perch for herself.
-Here daughter-in-law, catch!
--
---
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:
Y’know I’ve finally found him. He was supposed to come up here a long time ago.
-Bweeee!
Alright! Here’s some hot water.
*Splosh*
-Bweeee!
What? It didn’t work? Ok then. I seem to be on my own for once. Lets see.
I don’t own the characters, they belong to someone else. I would like not to get sued because that would cost me a lot of money and I hope everyone’s enjoying my work...
...now all I want is C&C. If Everyone who read this would comment on one thing I could possibly get some. Be nice to me, be a genius, name at least one thing that is good... or bad in my story. If you say one thing it probably won't take so much time and you can go on to enjoy all the other works out there.
I’m babbling. Goodnight.
Freemage's Notes
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