An apology to all my readers:
I'm sorry I took so long in getting this out. If you must know,
Eighteen is also complete, and that will be going up next week, as I
still need a little leeway to finish chapter nineteen within two
weeks. Now, for the reasons behind my non-updating...
...well, it's kinda hard to update when you don't have a computer
connected to the internet. My computer's been on the fritz for the
last month or so (interestingly, that's when the warrenty ran out...),
and it finally just stopped working about two weeks ago. I got it back
from the shop last night (Saturday, June 08) and have been trying to
catch up on the four roleplay games I'm in, not to mention Legions (my
comic), and trying to complete the creeping update of the StoryTeller.
That said, hopefully things will cool off soon, as this is my last
week of classes, before exams, and I can do some serious
not-so-quality writting. At least, when compared to really, really,
really awesome writers, who are not me. (I will admit I write good, I
just atribute it to my prereaders who are most awesome in their job.)
I've babbled enough. On to the story!
...Oh, yeah, anyone else wanna preread for me? Prereaders are gods,
and besides, I need one 'cause mine's gone on vacation for the next
couple months...
False Identity
Chapter Seventeen: Healing
Li Xiang
Khu Lon stood on her staff, staring into the face of her great
granddaughter. The girl was out cold, and looked so frail, with all
the tubes and wires coming from her. The girl's neck was bandaged--
thank the goddess that Jei had missed the arteries. But Xian Phu was
all but useless now.
She'd live, but she would be forever mute. Jei had cut her vocal
cords.
The old woman sighed heavily, then turned to leave the unconscious
girl in the bed. She'd tell the nurses who should be contacted for
Xian Phu's care on the way out.
For now, she had to find Muu Tzu. Xian Phu's death -- in the eyes of
the tribe-- would be avenged. Jei would die, as would all those who
stood with him.
Including Ranma.[1]
---
Yohji blinked his tired eyes as the door to the Koneko slammed shut.
When he and Omi had returned-- leaving the Tendou's alone in the
hospital-- they found the Koneko empty. Dishes from lunch on
the counter, unwashed, and several flower arrangements incomplete.
Omi had gone to his room to sleep, but Yohji had remained awake to
wait for his teammates. He'd fallen asleep sometime around one.
Three figures entered the kitchen, upon noticing the light. Aya
looked as awake as ever, Ken was ambling along sleepily, yawning
and...
"What is _he_ doing here?"
Ken got the most adorably cute, sleepily confused look on his face.
It was wasted because Aya and Yohji were in a staring contest, and
Ranma-onna was raiding the cupboards again. Shaking his head, Siberian
ambled off to go to sleep. Hopefully, in the morning, everything
would make sense.
"Ranko... er Ranma, is living here until his home is finished."
"Dammit Aya! He broke my arm! Almost broke my ribs!"
Ranma snorted, "Personally, you deserved it. But if you're going to
bitch and moan over it, Naru can fix the damn thing." Yohji and Aya
shared a brief 'huh?', and Ranma explained further, "Naru's talent.
She can heal anything alive. S'why her parents put her up for
adoption."
Aya frowned, "And Schuldich...?"
"When his power matured, he was just kicked out," Ranma shrugged, "At
least, that's what he told me."
"Whoa, hold it!" Yohji made a time-out sign with his cast, "Since
when are _you_ buddy-buddy with Schwartz, Aya? I thought you hated
them!"
The redhead paused for a moment, then shrugged, "I still do." Just
not as much, was left out of the equation. Ranma gave a snort,
pushing past the older men, and headed towards the bathroom. She'd
like to sleep as a man, for once.
Yohji snagged Ranma's sleeve and the currently female martial artist
debated braking his uninjured arm, "This Naru... can she heal my
arm?"
"Didn't I say that?"
"I meant _now_, Saotome."
Ranma snorted, "It's three a.m., Kudou. Naru's sleeping. Get a clue,
moron."
---
Rache actually _hadn't_ made it to bed yet. Yawning, the young woman
finished shoveling her belongings into a pack similar from Ranma's.
When she'd returned from the gig, she'd found an eviction notice
tacked to the door.
Apparently, Kino hadn't liked being awoken at two in the morning
because her bathroom had flooded.
The German would have been terribly panicked-- had she not had the
warehouse set up for at least _one_ person. All she had to do was
move her things into her room at the warehouse. Another yawn slipped
out, and she shouldered her bag.
Aside from her, the small apartment was empty. Rache _knew_ that by
the same time the next day, the apartment would have new tenants.
---
Kitty clawed at the collar around his neck, only to feel the sharp
'SMACK' of a stick hitting his forearms.
Jei held a chain in one hand, a stick in the other as he paraded
Kitty around the larger Farmer's field near his home. He still didn't
trust Kitty not to attack him, so he was training the eight year old.
Jei could still feel the crack of his father's leather belt on his
backside as he did wrong. The sharp crack of his mother's wooden
spoons on his hands as he tried to steal food from dinner... he'd
been taught by being hurt when he did wrong. He'd teach Kitty the
exact same way.
It had been a day and a half since he'd let Kitty out of the
box/cage. While still rather independent, Kitty learned very quickly
quickly. He'd already learned that if he didn't want to get hit, he
had to listen to Jei.
The pale-haired child tugged the chain, leading Kitty out of the
field. He wanted to see if Kitty would fully obey him, and the
easiest way would be taking him back into the town. If Kitty didn't
obey him there, it was back to the field to be retrained.
He didn't drop the stick, merely switching his grip so he held it
like a walking staff. Kitty followed, head held up proudly at his
side.
---
Ranma stretched, popping his spine as he did so. His muscles hurt--
both from the labor he'd performed, as well as the acrobatics during
the gig. Rolling his shoulders, the martial artist padded down into
Weiss' meeting room.
Once again, the furniture was moved out of the way, and he began his
kata.
Twenty minutes into his warm-up, Yohji came pounding down the stairs,
wincing slightly as his cast bounced against his bruised ribs.
"Rank...ma!"
He didn't stop, "What do you want, Kudou?"
"I want my arm fixed!" the playboy scowled at Ranma's chuckle.
"How do you expect me to do that?"
Yohji glared at the martial artist as he bounced around the room,
"Your friend. She can fix my arm!"
The martial art gender-bender gave a bark of laughter, coming to a
stop in front of the eldest of Weiss, "Not if you're going to
_demand_ I take you to her. I don't respond well to commands."
Yohji gave him a dirty look, opening his mouth to do just that--
demand-- when a thought struck him. He smirked, "If you take me to
see this friend of yours... I'll buy you dinner."
A wide, rather evil grin spread across Ranma's face, "You've got
yourself a deal, Kudou."
---
"Isn't this where Schuldich was holding Ken?"
"Yes," Ranma glared at the playboy. How did he get stuck with this
moron again? Oh yeah, the promise of food, "Now, shut up, or I'll
break your working arm, got it?"
A dirty look was the response, and Ranma shoved open the warehouse
doors, "I don't know where she lives but... NARU! NARU, YOU IN
HERE?!"
"Fuck," came a groan, and the two men were treated to the sight of a
blurry-eyed Rache trudging out of her room-- the only one furnished.
She gave them both angry glares, "Couldn't you have picked a better
time to come see me then at ten in the morning?! I was up all
night!!"
"Whatever," Ranma shrugged with a cocky grin, "The playboy here has
been bitching about me breaking his arm, so I told him you'd heal it."
"... why did you do _that_?"
"Because he was complaining!" Ranma threw his hands up into the air,
"_I_ never complained about it hurting when _I_ broke a bone or ten!"
"You've also been tortured by your father for longer than you can
remember," Rache's response was dry. She snagged Yohji by his
uninjured wrist, pulling him into the warehouse, "I'm not going to
heal you in broad daylight," she explained tiredly as he made to
resist.
Ranma snorted, "_I'm_ going to find something _fun_ to do. Later Naru."
"Bye Ranma."
The ebony-haired martial artist vanished, once again utilizing the
Umi Sen Ken. Neither Yohji nor Rache noticed. The German teenager
located one of the empty rooms-- well, empty for all except a bed,
dresser, lights and a phone-- and dragged Yohji in.
"You might feel tired after this-- I know I will-- manipulating
someone's ki to speed the healing process is a pain in the ass. Very
tiring, and it's very easy to get lost in the patterns," Rache yawned
slightly, "It doesn't help that I'm still half asleep. It won't
affect the outcome, but it will make me pretty much drop off
immediately."
Yohji gave a slight nod-- he didn't _really_ understand anything
except that they'd be tired by the end of whatever she was about to
do. For a moment he wondered if he should trust, just not only the
sister of a member of Schwartz, but a friend of that lunatic Ranma's,
then pushed the thought away. Besides this "Naru" was kind of cute.
And eighteen.
Rache shoved him, and he fell onto the bed. Crawling up on kneel
beside him, Rache settled her hands on his arm-- one on the cast, one
above it in the crook of his arm.
Emerald eyes shut; she focused her mind on locating the break
and fixing it. Fingers brushed over a cast already deluged with
signatures, before stopping over the actual place of the break. A
white glow danced around her hands, flicking off her fingertips like
tiny bolts of lightning.
The energy began to flow faster, suffusing the cast with ambient
light. Her lips curled into a snarl as she fought with Yohji's ki
patterns to bring the needed healing energy to his wound from the
rest of his body.
After nearly ten minutes, Rache collapsed out right, almost asleep as
she muttered, "Didn't finish..." the German girl curled up there--
half on, half off Yohji-- and feel into slumber. He, too, felt the
siren song of sleep as the ki that had been forced into his arm flood
back into it's normal flows throughout his body.
He gave a yawn, unconsciously draping an arm over Rache and letting
his fingers curl in shoulder length red locks. His eyes slid shut and
he too, drifted into sleep.
---
Despite having been cloaked, water still found him. The formerly male
martial artist sighed, pulling her aura even closer to herself than
it had been. Xue Shi _was_ and idol singer, after all.
That reminded her-- she still had an appointment with Akira to make a
CD. She gave a small chuckle at that. Akira was let a chuckle free at
that. Akira was obsessed with making her world famous.
It took another twenty minutes, but she managed to roof-hop to the
band's collective apartment. Dropping the Umi-Sen-Ken, she hung
upside down to knock on the window.
After a few minutes, the window slid open, and Fei Li blinked at his
guest, "Sushi?"
She rapped her knuckles on his forehead in irritation, "Lemme in,
Dumbass."
At least she didn't call me Wu Fei, he thought, stepping out of the
way to allow the singer/martial artist into the apartment, "So, why
are you here, Xue Shi?"
"I figured I might as well get that recording out of the way."
"Really?!" Akira had thrown the door open, barging in with a
fanatical look in his eye. Sweatdropping, Xue Shi nodded slowly. A
split second later, she found herself, and the band, being shoved out
the door. All the while, Akira was babbling cheerfully about already
having the instrumentals done, and all they had to do was sing.
---
Nabiki stalked into the Koneko no Sumi Ie, fury blazing in her eyes.
The sight was thrown off because she was limping slightly, leg
bandaged, and leaning on a crutch to support her weight.
Her eyes locked on a certain redheaded man, and she grit her teeth,
"Where is that bastard?!"
Cool violet eyes stared her down from beneath a wild fringe of ruby
bangs, before the man turned away, "If you're not buying something,
leave."
"You must be Aya, then," the seventeen-year-old muttered, then
snapped out, "Where the hell is Ranma?!"
Aya opened his mouth to tell her he didn't know when a thought struck
him. A rare look of mischief crossed his face, lighting his eyes,
"Elsewhere.[2]"
"Omi didn't say you were a smartass," she growled, "Where's Ranma?"
"I don't know," Aya's icy glare made her stumble back a step, "He and
Yohji took off over an hour ago. If you're not going to by
something... _leave_."
Glaring, the injured girl crossed her arms, "I'm waiting here until
he comes back." Ooooh, he was going to _pay_ for allowing Akane to be
hurt. Family or not, Ranma had _no_ right to just stand there
watching Akane practically get murdered.
---
Ranma-onna was pouring water down her throat... it was so sore...
Damn Akira, she growled to herself, make me sing over and over again.
Well, at least it's over.
For today, came her snickering, evil inner voice. There were still a
few songs left to "perfect" as Akira had wanted. It had to be nine at
night now, "I'm off."
"Where you going?" Nobuyuki looked like he wanted to find the nearest
keg and just guzzle it.
Ranma smirked, "Have to go pick up a moron I'm living with. He's with
Naru."
"Naru?"
Ranma rolled his eyes, "Are you on something? Naru's the girl who
came to the gig with me last night."
"Oh... her! Now I remember!"
Fei Li leaned over to whisper in Oz's ear, "Betcha 600 yen he
doesn't."
"I'm not taking a loosing bet, Fei."
End
[1] Khu Lon has, apparently, forgotten that Ranma took out Saffron,
when her entire village put together probably couldn't accomplish the
same feat.
[2] No one but me is allowed to say this. Ever. This is my
trademarked saying. It has a tendency to piss my mom and little
brother off. Heh.
I'm sorry I took so long in getting this out. If you must know,
Eighteen is also complete, and that will be going up next week, as I
still need a little leeway to finish chapter nineteen within two
weeks. Now, for the reasons behind my non-updating...
...well, it's kinda hard to update when you don't have a computer
connected to the internet. My computer's been on the fritz for the
last month or so (interestingly, that's when the warrenty ran out...),
and it finally just stopped working about two weeks ago. I got it back
from the shop last night (Saturday, June 08) and have been trying to
catch up on the four roleplay games I'm in, not to mention Legions (my
comic), and trying to complete the creeping update of the StoryTeller.
That said, hopefully things will cool off soon, as this is my last
week of classes, before exams, and I can do some serious
not-so-quality writting. At least, when compared to really, really,
really awesome writers, who are not me. (I will admit I write good, I
just atribute it to my prereaders who are most awesome in their job.)
I've babbled enough. On to the story!
...Oh, yeah, anyone else wanna preread for me? Prereaders are gods,
and besides, I need one 'cause mine's gone on vacation for the next
couple months...
False Identity
Chapter Seventeen: Healing
Li Xiang
Khu Lon stood on her staff, staring into the face of her great
granddaughter. The girl was out cold, and looked so frail, with all
the tubes and wires coming from her. The girl's neck was bandaged--
thank the goddess that Jei had missed the arteries. But Xian Phu was
all but useless now.
She'd live, but she would be forever mute. Jei had cut her vocal
cords.
The old woman sighed heavily, then turned to leave the unconscious
girl in the bed. She'd tell the nurses who should be contacted for
Xian Phu's care on the way out.
For now, she had to find Muu Tzu. Xian Phu's death -- in the eyes of
the tribe-- would be avenged. Jei would die, as would all those who
stood with him.
Including Ranma.[1]
---
Yohji blinked his tired eyes as the door to the Koneko slammed shut.
When he and Omi had returned-- leaving the Tendou's alone in the
hospital-- they found the Koneko empty. Dishes from lunch on
the counter, unwashed, and several flower arrangements incomplete.
Omi had gone to his room to sleep, but Yohji had remained awake to
wait for his teammates. He'd fallen asleep sometime around one.
Three figures entered the kitchen, upon noticing the light. Aya
looked as awake as ever, Ken was ambling along sleepily, yawning
and...
"What is _he_ doing here?"
Ken got the most adorably cute, sleepily confused look on his face.
It was wasted because Aya and Yohji were in a staring contest, and
Ranma-onna was raiding the cupboards again. Shaking his head, Siberian
ambled off to go to sleep. Hopefully, in the morning, everything
would make sense.
"Ranko... er Ranma, is living here until his home is finished."
"Dammit Aya! He broke my arm! Almost broke my ribs!"
Ranma snorted, "Personally, you deserved it. But if you're going to
bitch and moan over it, Naru can fix the damn thing." Yohji and Aya
shared a brief 'huh?', and Ranma explained further, "Naru's talent.
She can heal anything alive. S'why her parents put her up for
adoption."
Aya frowned, "And Schuldich...?"
"When his power matured, he was just kicked out," Ranma shrugged, "At
least, that's what he told me."
"Whoa, hold it!" Yohji made a time-out sign with his cast, "Since
when are _you_ buddy-buddy with Schwartz, Aya? I thought you hated
them!"
The redhead paused for a moment, then shrugged, "I still do." Just
not as much, was left out of the equation. Ranma gave a snort,
pushing past the older men, and headed towards the bathroom. She'd
like to sleep as a man, for once.
Yohji snagged Ranma's sleeve and the currently female martial artist
debated braking his uninjured arm, "This Naru... can she heal my
arm?"
"Didn't I say that?"
"I meant _now_, Saotome."
Ranma snorted, "It's three a.m., Kudou. Naru's sleeping. Get a clue,
moron."
---
Rache actually _hadn't_ made it to bed yet. Yawning, the young woman
finished shoveling her belongings into a pack similar from Ranma's.
When she'd returned from the gig, she'd found an eviction notice
tacked to the door.
Apparently, Kino hadn't liked being awoken at two in the morning
because her bathroom had flooded.
The German would have been terribly panicked-- had she not had the
warehouse set up for at least _one_ person. All she had to do was
move her things into her room at the warehouse. Another yawn slipped
out, and she shouldered her bag.
Aside from her, the small apartment was empty. Rache _knew_ that by
the same time the next day, the apartment would have new tenants.
---
Kitty clawed at the collar around his neck, only to feel the sharp
'SMACK' of a stick hitting his forearms.
Jei held a chain in one hand, a stick in the other as he paraded
Kitty around the larger Farmer's field near his home. He still didn't
trust Kitty not to attack him, so he was training the eight year old.
Jei could still feel the crack of his father's leather belt on his
backside as he did wrong. The sharp crack of his mother's wooden
spoons on his hands as he tried to steal food from dinner... he'd
been taught by being hurt when he did wrong. He'd teach Kitty the
exact same way.
It had been a day and a half since he'd let Kitty out of the
box/cage. While still rather independent, Kitty learned very quickly
quickly. He'd already learned that if he didn't want to get hit, he
had to listen to Jei.
The pale-haired child tugged the chain, leading Kitty out of the
field. He wanted to see if Kitty would fully obey him, and the
easiest way would be taking him back into the town. If Kitty didn't
obey him there, it was back to the field to be retrained.
He didn't drop the stick, merely switching his grip so he held it
like a walking staff. Kitty followed, head held up proudly at his
side.
---
Ranma stretched, popping his spine as he did so. His muscles hurt--
both from the labor he'd performed, as well as the acrobatics during
the gig. Rolling his shoulders, the martial artist padded down into
Weiss' meeting room.
Once again, the furniture was moved out of the way, and he began his
kata.
Twenty minutes into his warm-up, Yohji came pounding down the stairs,
wincing slightly as his cast bounced against his bruised ribs.
"Rank...ma!"
He didn't stop, "What do you want, Kudou?"
"I want my arm fixed!" the playboy scowled at Ranma's chuckle.
"How do you expect me to do that?"
Yohji glared at the martial artist as he bounced around the room,
"Your friend. She can fix my arm!"
The martial art gender-bender gave a bark of laughter, coming to a
stop in front of the eldest of Weiss, "Not if you're going to
_demand_ I take you to her. I don't respond well to commands."
Yohji gave him a dirty look, opening his mouth to do just that--
demand-- when a thought struck him. He smirked, "If you take me to
see this friend of yours... I'll buy you dinner."
A wide, rather evil grin spread across Ranma's face, "You've got
yourself a deal, Kudou."
---
"Isn't this where Schuldich was holding Ken?"
"Yes," Ranma glared at the playboy. How did he get stuck with this
moron again? Oh yeah, the promise of food, "Now, shut up, or I'll
break your working arm, got it?"
A dirty look was the response, and Ranma shoved open the warehouse
doors, "I don't know where she lives but... NARU! NARU, YOU IN
HERE?!"
"Fuck," came a groan, and the two men were treated to the sight of a
blurry-eyed Rache trudging out of her room-- the only one furnished.
She gave them both angry glares, "Couldn't you have picked a better
time to come see me then at ten in the morning?! I was up all
night!!"
"Whatever," Ranma shrugged with a cocky grin, "The playboy here has
been bitching about me breaking his arm, so I told him you'd heal it."
"... why did you do _that_?"
"Because he was complaining!" Ranma threw his hands up into the air,
"_I_ never complained about it hurting when _I_ broke a bone or ten!"
"You've also been tortured by your father for longer than you can
remember," Rache's response was dry. She snagged Yohji by his
uninjured wrist, pulling him into the warehouse, "I'm not going to
heal you in broad daylight," she explained tiredly as he made to
resist.
Ranma snorted, "_I'm_ going to find something _fun_ to do. Later Naru."
"Bye Ranma."
The ebony-haired martial artist vanished, once again utilizing the
Umi Sen Ken. Neither Yohji nor Rache noticed. The German teenager
located one of the empty rooms-- well, empty for all except a bed,
dresser, lights and a phone-- and dragged Yohji in.
"You might feel tired after this-- I know I will-- manipulating
someone's ki to speed the healing process is a pain in the ass. Very
tiring, and it's very easy to get lost in the patterns," Rache yawned
slightly, "It doesn't help that I'm still half asleep. It won't
affect the outcome, but it will make me pretty much drop off
immediately."
Yohji gave a slight nod-- he didn't _really_ understand anything
except that they'd be tired by the end of whatever she was about to
do. For a moment he wondered if he should trust, just not only the
sister of a member of Schwartz, but a friend of that lunatic Ranma's,
then pushed the thought away. Besides this "Naru" was kind of cute.
And eighteen.
Rache shoved him, and he fell onto the bed. Crawling up on kneel
beside him, Rache settled her hands on his arm-- one on the cast, one
above it in the crook of his arm.
Emerald eyes shut; she focused her mind on locating the break
and fixing it. Fingers brushed over a cast already deluged with
signatures, before stopping over the actual place of the break. A
white glow danced around her hands, flicking off her fingertips like
tiny bolts of lightning.
The energy began to flow faster, suffusing the cast with ambient
light. Her lips curled into a snarl as she fought with Yohji's ki
patterns to bring the needed healing energy to his wound from the
rest of his body.
After nearly ten minutes, Rache collapsed out right, almost asleep as
she muttered, "Didn't finish..." the German girl curled up there--
half on, half off Yohji-- and feel into slumber. He, too, felt the
siren song of sleep as the ki that had been forced into his arm flood
back into it's normal flows throughout his body.
He gave a yawn, unconsciously draping an arm over Rache and letting
his fingers curl in shoulder length red locks. His eyes slid shut and
he too, drifted into sleep.
---
Despite having been cloaked, water still found him. The formerly male
martial artist sighed, pulling her aura even closer to herself than
it had been. Xue Shi _was_ and idol singer, after all.
That reminded her-- she still had an appointment with Akira to make a
CD. She gave a small chuckle at that. Akira was let a chuckle free at
that. Akira was obsessed with making her world famous.
It took another twenty minutes, but she managed to roof-hop to the
band's collective apartment. Dropping the Umi-Sen-Ken, she hung
upside down to knock on the window.
After a few minutes, the window slid open, and Fei Li blinked at his
guest, "Sushi?"
She rapped her knuckles on his forehead in irritation, "Lemme in,
Dumbass."
At least she didn't call me Wu Fei, he thought, stepping out of the
way to allow the singer/martial artist into the apartment, "So, why
are you here, Xue Shi?"
"I figured I might as well get that recording out of the way."
"Really?!" Akira had thrown the door open, barging in with a
fanatical look in his eye. Sweatdropping, Xue Shi nodded slowly. A
split second later, she found herself, and the band, being shoved out
the door. All the while, Akira was babbling cheerfully about already
having the instrumentals done, and all they had to do was sing.
---
Nabiki stalked into the Koneko no Sumi Ie, fury blazing in her eyes.
The sight was thrown off because she was limping slightly, leg
bandaged, and leaning on a crutch to support her weight.
Her eyes locked on a certain redheaded man, and she grit her teeth,
"Where is that bastard?!"
Cool violet eyes stared her down from beneath a wild fringe of ruby
bangs, before the man turned away, "If you're not buying something,
leave."
"You must be Aya, then," the seventeen-year-old muttered, then
snapped out, "Where the hell is Ranma?!"
Aya opened his mouth to tell her he didn't know when a thought struck
him. A rare look of mischief crossed his face, lighting his eyes,
"Elsewhere.[2]"
"Omi didn't say you were a smartass," she growled, "Where's Ranma?"
"I don't know," Aya's icy glare made her stumble back a step, "He and
Yohji took off over an hour ago. If you're not going to by
something... _leave_."
Glaring, the injured girl crossed her arms, "I'm waiting here until
he comes back." Ooooh, he was going to _pay_ for allowing Akane to be
hurt. Family or not, Ranma had _no_ right to just stand there
watching Akane practically get murdered.
---
Ranma-onna was pouring water down her throat... it was so sore...
Damn Akira, she growled to herself, make me sing over and over again.
Well, at least it's over.
For today, came her snickering, evil inner voice. There were still a
few songs left to "perfect" as Akira had wanted. It had to be nine at
night now, "I'm off."
"Where you going?" Nobuyuki looked like he wanted to find the nearest
keg and just guzzle it.
Ranma smirked, "Have to go pick up a moron I'm living with. He's with
Naru."
"Naru?"
Ranma rolled his eyes, "Are you on something? Naru's the girl who
came to the gig with me last night."
"Oh... her! Now I remember!"
Fei Li leaned over to whisper in Oz's ear, "Betcha 600 yen he
doesn't."
"I'm not taking a loosing bet, Fei."
End
[1] Khu Lon has, apparently, forgotten that Ranma took out Saffron,
when her entire village put together probably couldn't accomplish the
same feat.
[2] No one but me is allowed to say this. Ever. This is my
trademarked saying. It has a tendency to piss my mom and little
brother off. Heh.