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Accidentally, in the Park
Four months later… Upon the deserted, sand dunes of the Great Sahara…
Just kidding about the Sahara... :D
Punch! Kick! Feint to the left! Scissor kick! Duck and roll!
He flew through the forms of the kata faster than eyes could blink, letting his spirit soar with him into the skies. Sweat pooled on his skin, and fire burned through his veins. Blood pounded away like mad in his ears, and he felt free, exhilarated… He was in his element!
Not far away, a girl in jogging shorts and T-shirt, with a towel slung around her neck, paused to look at the spectacle. It was a breathtaking sight, and she edged closer to the park where he was practicing. Spotting a bench a few yards away from where he was, she proceeded to sit down and wait for him to finish.
She looked over at a canvas bag lying on the other end of the bench, and noticed a bottle of water next to it. Leaning over, she grabbed the bottle and proceeded to chug down great gulps of the refreshing water, without a care as to whose water she may be draining.
Ranma ended his kata with a hammer fist and heaved a huge breath. He wiped his forehead free of sweat and ran his hands through his sweat-soaked hair.
"Water?"
He whipped around at the sudden sound of the voice, and his eyes locked on a short-haired girl sitting not too far away on a bench, holding out his own water bottle at him. He gasped, "YOU!"
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Let's Chat
She started in shock. "YOU?"
They both stilled and stared at each other. A ghost of a bite on the rump came to haunt Ranma with a tingly feeling, and he narrowed his eyes at her.
"You set your pig on me!"
"You ruined my friend's wedding dress!"
"She bumped into me! It wasn't my fault!"
"Oh please! You're a martial artist, couldn't you have caught her and stopped her from falling?"
"Oh well, I don't make it a business to save every damsel in distress in pink frilly overlong dresses and ridiculously high heels! And, that's my own water bottle you're pointing at me! Don't you have the manners to ask before drinking from it?"
"It's a martial artist's duty to save anyone they can, you coward! And, I was thirsty. A little water lost to a pretty girl is not going to kill you."
"Heh! I don't see any pretty girls here. Just a piggy little tomboy sitting on a bench!"
"YOU JERK! Stranger-no-baka! And here I thought I could talk to you!"
"Wait— You wanted to talk to me? What about?" A sudden feeling gripped his heart, reminiscent of the strange feeling at that disastrous wedding four months ago.
She turned to him with a frown, and on a sudden impulse she smiled her sweetest smile. "Nothing much really, just wanted to know if we could maybe chat sometime?"
"Y-you want to meet up with me?"
"Ah, no… What I meant was, like online? You know… Here, do you have your cell phone?"
He nodded, noting how the world had turned marshmallow-ish again, and motioned to his backpack lying on the bench. He walked over to it and fished out his cell phone and handed it to her.
She typed in a web link and handed it back to him with a salesgirl smile. "Just navigate to this link, and you'll see!"
"Uh, yeah…" He slurred out, already too drunk on her smile.
"So, I have to leave now, see you later, okay?"
"Yeah, sure…"
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Mean Li'l Witch
That evening, he sat in a café, his heart clenching in anticipation, and typed in the URL. He waited as a progress bar appeared, loading the contents of the page. The page finished loading and a small embedded video screen appeared. He frowned; she hadn't looked like the type who would send videos of herself to strangers.
Uncertainly, he clicked on "Play". On the screen, a little black pig chased at the heels of a running pig-tailed man, as a crowd of people around them clutched their stomachs with laughter.
Narrowing his eyes, he watched as a message popped up at the end of the video, "Winner of funniest video award in the Nerima prefecture."
'Oh,' he thought, 'she is one mean little witch!'
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