He combed his fingers through his hair, almost tearing it from the roots.

What is happening to me?

The fang-toothed boy paced the hall over and over again as he replayed what he just said.

The loneliness is getting to my head is all. He snapped his fingers and smiled. I think anything would do at this point. I still love Akane.

He cracked his knuckles over and over again.

The night was cold like many others. The snow was starting to get to her after so many days of white outs and having to layer on 3 pairs of pants and jackets. She breathed in the sweet scent of Oolong tea as she sipped at her cup. The liquid heat traveled down her throat leaving a heat wave go through her whole body.

She sighed as she closed the door behind her and sat her cup of hot tea in the vanity and then she threw herself on the bed and dug her face into the fresh smelling pillow. She let out a low grunt and closed her eyes.

Unaware; she fell into a dream. Billions of paper dolls littered the floor of everywhere she stepped. She walked down the streets of Nerima in the middle of the night. She stopped dead in her tracks when ahead of her was a shadow of someone. As she walked closer to the strange shadow she realized that it took form of a boy with a pig-tail. She ran to him and as she stood behind him she realized as he turned that it wasn't Ranma but Ryoga.

She woke with a jump and panted fiercely. She grabbed the nearest pillow and slammed it on her face and screamed in it.

"Stupid Ryoga, he's acting so weird." She spoke in her native Mandarin. "If that paper doll worked on him…I don't know what I'm going to do."

She huffed and sighed.

Hands shaking and sweating; he quietly cupped them over one ear and pressed against the cold door of Shampoo's room. He held his breath and listened intently.

"Stupid Ryoga, he's acting so weird. If that paper doll worked on him…I don't know what I'm going to do."

Mousse frowned as he thought the worse.

He sulked back to his room and quietly closed the door. He threw himself on his futon and removed his glasses from his face. He rubbed his eyes and sighed.

Of all the times that everything could get worse, this one had to be top. Not only was it horrible because Ryoga was acting strange after the paper doll incident; turns out that it might be true. Not to mention that Ryoga was Mousse's friend and he could never have it in his heart to hate Ryoga because it wasn't his fault. He was always caught in the middle of everything. But part of him loathed him for ever thinking impure thoughts of Shampoo.

I need to do something. I need to find a way to have this stop without using paper dolls. He sighed. There has to be a way.

He closed his eyes as he thought of different ideas.

Suddenly he stood up and quietly crept down to the Café. He quickly found his way to the phone and dialed.

"Hello…Ukyo? Have I got a story for you."

"So…Ryoga's starting to show some symptoms of this paper doll?" She chef said while her hands were busy at work with her game.

"I'm not so entirely sure. I mean Ryoga is peculiar already without paper dolls. I'm just worried because Cologne had said that these dolls are not to be trifled with." Mousse managed to say with a mouth full of okonomiyaki.

Ukyo tapped her spatulas on the grill as she thought.

"Hmm…you're right. But…what if per say that you just use one paper doll…shove it in his back and problem solved, right?"

Mousse frowned, "I've been researching about these paper dolls and the only one that can do it is Shampoo."

Ukyo jumped up and clapped happily, "Well that's easy! Shampoo is only interested in Ranma-honey."

Her eyes went wide with realization but then Mousse interrupted her train of thought.

"The only thing is that I'm not so sure where Cologne put the rest of the paper dolls. She hid them somewhere in the Nekkohaten. The problem is finding them." Mousse scratched his head, unaware of what was brewing in Ukyo's mind.

Ukyo smiled and flipped another pizza, "Don't worry hun, I'll help you find them."

Mousse jumped up and took hold of Ukyo's hands.

"Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me!"

She smirked, "Don't worry about it Mousse, it's the least I can do for Shampoo."