I decided to go for a new fandom…but my old fandom it still a part of it…

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Anime Music

Nick heaved a sigh as he felt a raindrop land on his nose. He looked up at the dark and threatening sky. Yup, it was going to pour. Another fell on his cheek, this one more juicy. Soon another followed and then another until it was at the point where if he staied he would get soaked.

Quickly Nick dashed into the closest store. As he walked in an old oriental man smiled at him.

"Welcome to Saotome's Heaven," he smiled as he pushed up his glasses. "Please look around."

Nick nodded with an uncertain smile and scanned the tiny shop. All sorts of odds and ends lined its shelves. Oriental paintings hung delicately on the walls. Beautiful silk suits with golden dragons hung on the racks. Chinese lanterns dangled from the ceiling. Beautiful jade statues watched him menicengly. Then something caught his eye: art supplies.

Nick smiled and headed over to the section of the store. The oriental brushes of all sorts lay out before him. Beautiful vibrant colors stacked the shelves. Books on how to paint the Japanese style sat on display.

Nick ran his finger along Japan-The Islands Of Imaganation by Dr. Tofu. He picked up three different brushes, one of each color ink and the book.

"Is that it?" asked the old man as he tried to strighten his bandana.

Nick nodded as he placed the items on the counter.

"Maybe I could intrest you in in a special item?" he asked.

The blonde shrugged. "Maybe."

"Ranma!" he called.

A young girl with a short braid in her red hair opened the door. "Yes?" she growled.

Nick looked over at her and almost fell over. God, was she a fine looking girl.

"Get the 'special box,'" said the old man.

"Yes, father," Ranma retorted as she rolled her eyes. She turned on her heals and went through the door once more.

Nick stared after her, mentally drooling. He was going to have to ask her out for sure.

Soon Ranma reappeared with a wooden, no bamboo box in her hand. She stomped over to the old man and slammed the box on the table. "There. Happy?" she snapped.

"Do you have any clue how much that costs??" he demanded.

"Don't know. Don't care," Ranma said sticking out her tongue.

The oriental man glared at her. "You will show more respect to your father!"

The red-haired girl spewed some Japanese at him and then stomped off the way she had come.

Nick reconsidered his idea about asking her out. Package was hot but she had a bit of an attitude problem.

The old man turned his attention back to his customer. "Please excuse Ranma," he apologized. "This is a special brush." He opened the box to reveal a hand crafted and very delicate brush. "Use it well and your pictures will breathe life."

"How much?" Nick inquired.

"Seventy dollar."

He shrugged. Hell, he had the money to blow. "Sure, why not? I'll buy it."

The oriental man smiled. "All together that is five hundred and seventy four dollar."

The blonde choked but shrugged again. Oh, well. He pulled out his wallet and paid the man.

He put Nick's purchase into a brown paper bag.

The blue eyed man looked outside as he took it. The rain had stopped.

"Thank you. Come again," said the old man as Nick stepped out onto the wet streets.

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Okay I guess….

-Aredhen-