(Sing to the tune of "the Teddy Bear's Picnic")
If you go to Nerima today,
You're in for a big surprise,
Okonomiyaki chefs, violent tomboys,
And Shampoo in your eyes!
Beneath the springs, beyond the sea,
In China next to the Amazon-ies,
The cursed springs of Jusenkyou's nobody's picnic!
((**Blinks** dun ask what that was all about. Hey, at least this is better
than a "Rendezvous" Blanket Scenario fic. ^_^ Anywhoos... Without further ado,
here's the next awaited chapter. Enjoy)
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
It was a bright and sunny day in Nerima. This of course, was not
typical for an "average" day in this suburban town outside of Tokyo-cho, Japan,
but the locals appreciated this difference from the norm.
In this bright and sunny day, a happy and cheery girl was working
diligently trying to please her customers. Her smile made the world heaven to
all the males in her little restaurant and made the world a much nicer place to
be in with the food she cheerfully brought to old and young alike. It would
seem like nothing would faze the girl, not even the mid-day rush!
"Welcome to Nekohaten! Table for two, yes?"
Yes, Xian-Pu, or Shampoo (if you did not have that Mandarin accent),
was a favorite to many when it came to fun, food and entertainment. The dishes
served in this quaint Chinese-Amazon-family restaurant were spiced with
mysterious herbs that burst in colorful flavors as it melted within your mouth.
The entertainment came from the small repeated antics of the male help,
Mu-tsu, Mousse or Moose (depending on your liking) as he would repeatedly try
to woo his crush, Xian-pu, yet mistake her for various random objects to
perhaps various customers, due to his extreme near-sightedness. In retrospect,
Xian-pu would grow quite irritable with him and would strike an elbow on his
head.
Sometimes, if you were really lucky, you would witness the magic that
is of Jusenkyou. With just a pitcher of icy, cold water, the male help would
instantly transform into a male, white, duck. It was because of this some of
the female customers would disapprove of anyone, even strangers sitting across
the room, from ordering a dish served from duck, in fear that the myopic
bishounen would meet his fate on the cutting board.
In addition to the young teens, behind the scenes of the "Cat-Cafe,"
where the real "magic" was done, worked two Amazon elders. One was a
middle-aged man, wearing small circular sunglasses, a black Chinese robe and a
snug fitting black cap. His job was to wash the dishes, clean the counter,
restock, and prepare the dishes, a typical male job in an Amazon dominated
restaurant. The true magician of the kitchen was a diminutive old crone. Her
name was Khu-lon, (Cologne if you wanted to show slight disrespect). Backed
with 300 years of Amazon tradition, this century year old Amazon elder had
derailed from her high position as the tribal matriarch, to a lowly status of a
restaurant chef. And for what? Why else would anyone come to Nerima, (other
than the low property taxes, and the paranormal activity running about- hey,
living a normal life isn't as cracked out as some think it to be)? Yes, the
reason for this voluntary class change was none other than that cause of mass
chaos to the city, Ranma Saotome.
But since this story does not focus our famous aqua-transsexual, we'll
move on.
On that same scale, this story doesn't focus on any of the Amazons
either, so let's just mosie on over to our main character, all right?
Promises Lost 6
Cursed Springs of...Mi-na-so-ta?
Ryouga wanted to get lost. He did not want to know where the Hell he
was. He did not want to be in the same town of his beloved Akane Tendo,
(well... he did, but sacrifices had to be made). He was not outwardly
searching for Ranma Saotome to pay him for all the hell he's caused him. No.
He was lost, and he was planning to keep it that way for a long long time!
Ryouga looked around at his unfamiliar, yet newly appreciated
surroundings and let out a huge sigh. It had been two days since he escaped
the towering pillars of concrete and the deafening sound of the inner city, and
only then did he wish to stay to make a phone call to Akari. Instead, all he
got was the following:
*ring*
*ring*
*rin... CLICK*
"Is this on, Ryouga-sama? Oh? It is? Okay... *ahem*
This little piggy went to Market.
There are no little piggies at the phone.
Just leave your name and your number
At the end of the beep,
And I'll "ring ring ring" you, when I get back home! Hehehe!"
*Beeeeeeep*
Despite his frustration with the busy world around him, the sound of
her soft, quiet voice made him smile. He wasn't worthy to have such an angel
as a fiancee. He sighed and wondered where she was at the moment. Perhaps
searching for him in Nerima again. Well, she wouldn't find him there. Nor
will she find him anywhere in Japan for that matter. No, this time he took all
precautions, and threw them out the window. He had gotten on the first boat
out of Japan and now found himself east.. or was that west? No matter, he now
found himself somewhere in the Americas. It disgusted him to think he was
actually doing the "Saotome Secret Technique," but it just wouldn't do for him
to stay with all the chaos going around. He just needed a way to prove to his
father that it was Akari that he wanted, and not Ukyou. When that happens,
he'll just hop a taxi, find a plane, and bill it to his dad. It was the only
way to travel.
Ryouga looks up at the scenery around him. Sure most of the trees and
landscapes were different, but it was the same sun shining down upon the
mountains. Different bird sounds chirped around him, yet it reminded him of
the forests within Japan. Soon it would be time for him to pitch his tent, but
it was relaxing to him to wander and not care exactly where he was. It was
because Ryouga was looking up and around the scenery that surrounded him,
naturally it meant he wasn't looking down where he was actually walking. Thus
this slight error caused him to fall into a small, yet surprisingly deep
puddle.
*SPLASH*
Ryouga climbed out of the water, coughing the liquid from of his lungs.
After taking in a deep breath, he blinked. Something was very very different.
He couldn't explain it. Usually after falling into a cold puddle, he'd feel
his muscles contract and shift, painlessly yet uncomfortably shrinking and
transforming into the much hated form of a small black pig. Yet, when he fell
into this puddle, he only felt the contraction and shrinking of size, not the
morphing of fur all over his body, and the formation of hooves on his hands.
His hands! Ryouga looked down and noticed that he still had hands! Four fingers
and a thumb instead of two hoove stems! Was he cured!? After so long... no
longer being P-chan. No longer worrying whether he'd be whisked away by some
bigger animal as food. No longer worrying about Akane ever discovering his
secret! He was free! Free of the pig!
A little part of his mind nagged what was the deal with the shrinking
feeling, but he ignored it. Who cared, as long as he was human again. Tears
of happiness began to form in his eyes. He would never forget this day as long
as he lived. He was human again!
"Maaan. Nearly forgot that spring was there. Man that is sooo bogus!"
Ryouga blinked and turned to the new voice. Stepping into the clearing
was a pudgy, shaggy-haired, middle-aged man, wearing a faded-black
Grateful-dead tee and jean cut-offs. His flip-flops clapped against his feet as
he stepped toward Ryouga, and knelt next to him. The man looked at Ryouga
behind small, black round glasses and shook his head.
"Bummer, man. Heavy story behind that spring though."
Ryouga then decided that perhaps he should wonder what that "shrinking"
sensation his mind kept nagging at him earlier, was all about. He looked down
at himself and noticed that the ground was a lot closer than usual. He looked
at his hands again and noticed for the first time that they weren't his hands.
They were hands, yes, but they were shorter, pudgier and less calloused. He
looked at himself and found his pants had clearly fallen to the ground and
puddled around his feet. His shirt hanged barely on his shoulders and draped
all the way down to his ankles.
"NANI-YO?" Ryouga gaped and also noticed that his voice was much
higher, yet it lacked that feminine pitch Ranma's female half had when he
changed. Instead it was squeakier; more like a child's cartoon character's
voice.
"Dude, yo yourself! I ain't your nanny-man. I'm the guide-man. I look
after this pad here. You, dude, man you just up and fell into spring of
drowned child man! Bummer of a story of a young kid who was, you know man, on
vacation around here and drowned there several years ago!"
Ryouga blinked at the guide. He actually understood the strange
American accent perfectly. Suddenly the guide's words hit him. He was a kid?
A child? Sure it had it's advantages over being a pig, but what about Akari?
Would she still like him now that he wasn't a pig? And Akane! Oh gods! How
can he even think of showing her his affection if he's now cursed into a
five-year-old kid's body? More questions like this swam around Ryouga's head,
but like always, there were no answers for him. Ryouga then drops to his knees
and begins to cry of the injustice of the situation.
The man just looked at the glowing kid in front of him and blinked.
"Man! Totally psychedelic light, man! Hey like don't worry, man, hot
water'll fix ya back up. Ah man, don't cry, you're bumming me out too! Bad
Karma! Hey, how bout some hot chocolate, my treat? Yeah that's better. My
cabin's not far. S-c'Mon. Here, I'll help with yer pack. ACK! Whoa, man,
heavy! Nah man... I mean... HEAVY. Okay, onward-ho! Heh. Um, little
dude... cabin's a-thisaway."
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
Ryouga-douji sighed as he stared into his steaming cup of chocolate.
He twirled the brown liquid, causing the little floating, multi-colored
marshmellow pieces to swarm and crash into each other and into the inner walls
of the mug.
"Tho... what chyo're thaying, ith that there'th no cure for thith?"
Ryouga inwardly growled. He had soon discovered that the curse had not
only given him the ability to understand English, but the ability to speak it
as well. But at what price? An American lipth. Looking at it closely, it was
fitting to the curse. Be a child, talk like a child.
He hated the curse already.
Having enough of the embarrasment, he grabbed the kettle of water used
for the "Instant hot chocolate," and poured it over his head. The guide just
rose a brow seeing the boy change into a bulkier, teenager (and without the use
of steriods), then just shrugged. He had seen weirder, he was the guide here
afterall.
The aging hippy chugged down his drink then shook his head.
"Nah man. Well, I mean... there's no cure here. You're from China..
aren't ya dude?"
Ryouga just rolled his eyes. What was it with American's always
thinking they were all from one place? The hippie just shrugged and continued.
"The reason is, man, is that if you try dunking yourself into our
spring of drowned grown-up, it'll just mesh and turn you into a freak.
Capish?"
Ryouga did not "capish," mostly because he was straining his
English-japanese vocabulary to understand the American. The accent didn't help
at all. The guide just noticed the confused look on the young boy's face, and
sighed.
"Dude, let me explain. These lakes, y'know, are from a iceburg that
melted years ago! So, you see.. they're the same water, you get me man?
Anyway, no one actually knows why the water has these totally bogus curses. It
could be spirits man, or pollution, or a practical joke from the "Big Dude."
So, if you were to splash yourself, it would totally mess the system, man. I
mean really, little dude plus big dude, it equals little-big dude, you know?
You'll probably just turn out as a small guy with baldness and wrinkles!"
Ryouga sighed and nodded. It was just the same as that Pantyhose
Taro's curse. Taro had only managed to just add on to his curse after he
dunked himself again into the springs, instead of turning into something
different.
"Yeah, well man, it's a good thing you're from China dude. You ever
hear of a place called Jusenkyou?"
Ryouga looked up, eyes wide.
"Know you Jusenkyou?"
Sure it wasn't proper English, but then again, it wasn't a deformed way
of English speak.
The guide just laughed.
"Know it? Man, you're in one of the nine wonders of the world! The
worlds full of cursed springs, man. You didn't know? Every continent has their
own 'cursed springs', man. The thousand lakes, here, Jusenkyou in China.. and
some weird named one in Africa. Who knows if the land down under's got their
own spring. Anyway, I got this idea. Maybe if you jump in one of those other
springs, you know, they ain't our water, you'll probably be cured man!"
Suddenly, it all made sense. That was why he didn't turn into a
pig/child hybrid when he fell into the water. If he could only make his way
back to Jusenkyou, he could just jump into spring of drowned man, and be cured
forever.
"Of course, you know man," the guide interrupted, "this is like a one
time thing, you know! It'll only work if you haven't been cursed with the water
there. But that's not likely. Heh, you gotta be a complete idiot, or have
totally bad karma to fall in two cursed springs! Hahaha... um.. yo, man, you
okay? Whoa.. there's that glow again. Dude?"
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
Ryouga tredged on through the night. He did not feel like sleeping.
All hope was lost of ever getting cured. After nearly blowing up the
Minnesota-Guide's cabin with a Shishi Hokoudan, Ryouga had trudgingly told his
story to the middle aged guide, (after much persuasion, of course, something
about "for the records," and with much broken english to rival Shampoo.) In
exchange (for his life perhaps), the guide had scooped out and bottled some
samples of water of drowned guy and a bottle of drowned girl, (or how the guide
worded it, "drowned dude and drowned chick.")
Ryouga didn't know why he was even bothering to take it back to Japan.
If he couldn't be cured, why should anyone else. It wasn't as if they would
do the same for him. Especially Ranma. Why should he even bother giving him
the water. He already had everything else going for him. Akane, a sense of
direction, countless fiancees after him, everything! Well.. not exactly
everything. He didn't have a cure to his curse. At least now Ranma couldn't
goad him about being P-chan, and more importantly enough, he was still human
and still male!
Suddenly, Ryouga got an idea. Maybe he could use the cure to his
advantage, and at the same time get himself out of that stupid engagement with
Ukyou. It was perfect! Now, if he could only find the nearest airport.
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
Wow.. that took a long while. *phew* Well, another chapter done, another on
it's way. On the next chapter, we'll probably meet Mrs. Hibiki! ^_^
What's the deal with the Amazons? Why bother writting about them? well....
that's a secret! ^_~ Kidding kidding, but you will know, definitly not this
chapter, perhaps a bit more clue in the next.. but you'll know.
Anyway.. just to remind y'all. The majority of the characters are creation of
Rumiko Takahashi-sama (We're not worthy of your greatness.) The rest are just
brain-burps.
C&C Wanted: Please apply within.
If you go to Nerima today,
You're in for a big surprise,
Okonomiyaki chefs, violent tomboys,
And Shampoo in your eyes!
Beneath the springs, beyond the sea,
In China next to the Amazon-ies,
The cursed springs of Jusenkyou's nobody's picnic!
((**Blinks** dun ask what that was all about. Hey, at least this is better
than a "Rendezvous" Blanket Scenario fic. ^_^ Anywhoos... Without further ado,
here's the next awaited chapter. Enjoy)
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
It was a bright and sunny day in Nerima. This of course, was not
typical for an "average" day in this suburban town outside of Tokyo-cho, Japan,
but the locals appreciated this difference from the norm.
In this bright and sunny day, a happy and cheery girl was working
diligently trying to please her customers. Her smile made the world heaven to
all the males in her little restaurant and made the world a much nicer place to
be in with the food she cheerfully brought to old and young alike. It would
seem like nothing would faze the girl, not even the mid-day rush!
"Welcome to Nekohaten! Table for two, yes?"
Yes, Xian-Pu, or Shampoo (if you did not have that Mandarin accent),
was a favorite to many when it came to fun, food and entertainment. The dishes
served in this quaint Chinese-Amazon-family restaurant were spiced with
mysterious herbs that burst in colorful flavors as it melted within your mouth.
The entertainment came from the small repeated antics of the male help,
Mu-tsu, Mousse or Moose (depending on your liking) as he would repeatedly try
to woo his crush, Xian-pu, yet mistake her for various random objects to
perhaps various customers, due to his extreme near-sightedness. In retrospect,
Xian-pu would grow quite irritable with him and would strike an elbow on his
head.
Sometimes, if you were really lucky, you would witness the magic that
is of Jusenkyou. With just a pitcher of icy, cold water, the male help would
instantly transform into a male, white, duck. It was because of this some of
the female customers would disapprove of anyone, even strangers sitting across
the room, from ordering a dish served from duck, in fear that the myopic
bishounen would meet his fate on the cutting board.
In addition to the young teens, behind the scenes of the "Cat-Cafe,"
where the real "magic" was done, worked two Amazon elders. One was a
middle-aged man, wearing small circular sunglasses, a black Chinese robe and a
snug fitting black cap. His job was to wash the dishes, clean the counter,
restock, and prepare the dishes, a typical male job in an Amazon dominated
restaurant. The true magician of the kitchen was a diminutive old crone. Her
name was Khu-lon, (Cologne if you wanted to show slight disrespect). Backed
with 300 years of Amazon tradition, this century year old Amazon elder had
derailed from her high position as the tribal matriarch, to a lowly status of a
restaurant chef. And for what? Why else would anyone come to Nerima, (other
than the low property taxes, and the paranormal activity running about- hey,
living a normal life isn't as cracked out as some think it to be)? Yes, the
reason for this voluntary class change was none other than that cause of mass
chaos to the city, Ranma Saotome.
But since this story does not focus our famous aqua-transsexual, we'll
move on.
On that same scale, this story doesn't focus on any of the Amazons
either, so let's just mosie on over to our main character, all right?
Promises Lost 6
Cursed Springs of...Mi-na-so-ta?
Ryouga wanted to get lost. He did not want to know where the Hell he
was. He did not want to be in the same town of his beloved Akane Tendo,
(well... he did, but sacrifices had to be made). He was not outwardly
searching for Ranma Saotome to pay him for all the hell he's caused him. No.
He was lost, and he was planning to keep it that way for a long long time!
Ryouga looked around at his unfamiliar, yet newly appreciated
surroundings and let out a huge sigh. It had been two days since he escaped
the towering pillars of concrete and the deafening sound of the inner city, and
only then did he wish to stay to make a phone call to Akari. Instead, all he
got was the following:
*ring*
*ring*
*rin... CLICK*
"Is this on, Ryouga-sama? Oh? It is? Okay... *ahem*
This little piggy went to Market.
There are no little piggies at the phone.
Just leave your name and your number
At the end of the beep,
And I'll "ring ring ring" you, when I get back home! Hehehe!"
*Beeeeeeep*
Despite his frustration with the busy world around him, the sound of
her soft, quiet voice made him smile. He wasn't worthy to have such an angel
as a fiancee. He sighed and wondered where she was at the moment. Perhaps
searching for him in Nerima again. Well, she wouldn't find him there. Nor
will she find him anywhere in Japan for that matter. No, this time he took all
precautions, and threw them out the window. He had gotten on the first boat
out of Japan and now found himself east.. or was that west? No matter, he now
found himself somewhere in the Americas. It disgusted him to think he was
actually doing the "Saotome Secret Technique," but it just wouldn't do for him
to stay with all the chaos going around. He just needed a way to prove to his
father that it was Akari that he wanted, and not Ukyou. When that happens,
he'll just hop a taxi, find a plane, and bill it to his dad. It was the only
way to travel.
Ryouga looks up at the scenery around him. Sure most of the trees and
landscapes were different, but it was the same sun shining down upon the
mountains. Different bird sounds chirped around him, yet it reminded him of
the forests within Japan. Soon it would be time for him to pitch his tent, but
it was relaxing to him to wander and not care exactly where he was. It was
because Ryouga was looking up and around the scenery that surrounded him,
naturally it meant he wasn't looking down where he was actually walking. Thus
this slight error caused him to fall into a small, yet surprisingly deep
puddle.
*SPLASH*
Ryouga climbed out of the water, coughing the liquid from of his lungs.
After taking in a deep breath, he blinked. Something was very very different.
He couldn't explain it. Usually after falling into a cold puddle, he'd feel
his muscles contract and shift, painlessly yet uncomfortably shrinking and
transforming into the much hated form of a small black pig. Yet, when he fell
into this puddle, he only felt the contraction and shrinking of size, not the
morphing of fur all over his body, and the formation of hooves on his hands.
His hands! Ryouga looked down and noticed that he still had hands! Four fingers
and a thumb instead of two hoove stems! Was he cured!? After so long... no
longer being P-chan. No longer worrying whether he'd be whisked away by some
bigger animal as food. No longer worrying about Akane ever discovering his
secret! He was free! Free of the pig!
A little part of his mind nagged what was the deal with the shrinking
feeling, but he ignored it. Who cared, as long as he was human again. Tears
of happiness began to form in his eyes. He would never forget this day as long
as he lived. He was human again!
"Maaan. Nearly forgot that spring was there. Man that is sooo bogus!"
Ryouga blinked and turned to the new voice. Stepping into the clearing
was a pudgy, shaggy-haired, middle-aged man, wearing a faded-black
Grateful-dead tee and jean cut-offs. His flip-flops clapped against his feet as
he stepped toward Ryouga, and knelt next to him. The man looked at Ryouga
behind small, black round glasses and shook his head.
"Bummer, man. Heavy story behind that spring though."
Ryouga then decided that perhaps he should wonder what that "shrinking"
sensation his mind kept nagging at him earlier, was all about. He looked down
at himself and noticed that the ground was a lot closer than usual. He looked
at his hands again and noticed for the first time that they weren't his hands.
They were hands, yes, but they were shorter, pudgier and less calloused. He
looked at himself and found his pants had clearly fallen to the ground and
puddled around his feet. His shirt hanged barely on his shoulders and draped
all the way down to his ankles.
"NANI-YO?" Ryouga gaped and also noticed that his voice was much
higher, yet it lacked that feminine pitch Ranma's female half had when he
changed. Instead it was squeakier; more like a child's cartoon character's
voice.
"Dude, yo yourself! I ain't your nanny-man. I'm the guide-man. I look
after this pad here. You, dude, man you just up and fell into spring of
drowned child man! Bummer of a story of a young kid who was, you know man, on
vacation around here and drowned there several years ago!"
Ryouga blinked at the guide. He actually understood the strange
American accent perfectly. Suddenly the guide's words hit him. He was a kid?
A child? Sure it had it's advantages over being a pig, but what about Akari?
Would she still like him now that he wasn't a pig? And Akane! Oh gods! How
can he even think of showing her his affection if he's now cursed into a
five-year-old kid's body? More questions like this swam around Ryouga's head,
but like always, there were no answers for him. Ryouga then drops to his knees
and begins to cry of the injustice of the situation.
The man just looked at the glowing kid in front of him and blinked.
"Man! Totally psychedelic light, man! Hey like don't worry, man, hot
water'll fix ya back up. Ah man, don't cry, you're bumming me out too! Bad
Karma! Hey, how bout some hot chocolate, my treat? Yeah that's better. My
cabin's not far. S-c'Mon. Here, I'll help with yer pack. ACK! Whoa, man,
heavy! Nah man... I mean... HEAVY. Okay, onward-ho! Heh. Um, little
dude... cabin's a-thisaway."
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
Ryouga-douji sighed as he stared into his steaming cup of chocolate.
He twirled the brown liquid, causing the little floating, multi-colored
marshmellow pieces to swarm and crash into each other and into the inner walls
of the mug.
"Tho... what chyo're thaying, ith that there'th no cure for thith?"
Ryouga inwardly growled. He had soon discovered that the curse had not
only given him the ability to understand English, but the ability to speak it
as well. But at what price? An American lipth. Looking at it closely, it was
fitting to the curse. Be a child, talk like a child.
He hated the curse already.
Having enough of the embarrasment, he grabbed the kettle of water used
for the "Instant hot chocolate," and poured it over his head. The guide just
rose a brow seeing the boy change into a bulkier, teenager (and without the use
of steriods), then just shrugged. He had seen weirder, he was the guide here
afterall.
The aging hippy chugged down his drink then shook his head.
"Nah man. Well, I mean... there's no cure here. You're from China..
aren't ya dude?"
Ryouga just rolled his eyes. What was it with American's always
thinking they were all from one place? The hippie just shrugged and continued.
"The reason is, man, is that if you try dunking yourself into our
spring of drowned grown-up, it'll just mesh and turn you into a freak.
Capish?"
Ryouga did not "capish," mostly because he was straining his
English-japanese vocabulary to understand the American. The accent didn't help
at all. The guide just noticed the confused look on the young boy's face, and
sighed.
"Dude, let me explain. These lakes, y'know, are from a iceburg that
melted years ago! So, you see.. they're the same water, you get me man?
Anyway, no one actually knows why the water has these totally bogus curses. It
could be spirits man, or pollution, or a practical joke from the "Big Dude."
So, if you were to splash yourself, it would totally mess the system, man. I
mean really, little dude plus big dude, it equals little-big dude, you know?
You'll probably just turn out as a small guy with baldness and wrinkles!"
Ryouga sighed and nodded. It was just the same as that Pantyhose
Taro's curse. Taro had only managed to just add on to his curse after he
dunked himself again into the springs, instead of turning into something
different.
"Yeah, well man, it's a good thing you're from China dude. You ever
hear of a place called Jusenkyou?"
Ryouga looked up, eyes wide.
"Know you Jusenkyou?"
Sure it wasn't proper English, but then again, it wasn't a deformed way
of English speak.
The guide just laughed.
"Know it? Man, you're in one of the nine wonders of the world! The
worlds full of cursed springs, man. You didn't know? Every continent has their
own 'cursed springs', man. The thousand lakes, here, Jusenkyou in China.. and
some weird named one in Africa. Who knows if the land down under's got their
own spring. Anyway, I got this idea. Maybe if you jump in one of those other
springs, you know, they ain't our water, you'll probably be cured man!"
Suddenly, it all made sense. That was why he didn't turn into a
pig/child hybrid when he fell into the water. If he could only make his way
back to Jusenkyou, he could just jump into spring of drowned man, and be cured
forever.
"Of course, you know man," the guide interrupted, "this is like a one
time thing, you know! It'll only work if you haven't been cursed with the water
there. But that's not likely. Heh, you gotta be a complete idiot, or have
totally bad karma to fall in two cursed springs! Hahaha... um.. yo, man, you
okay? Whoa.. there's that glow again. Dude?"
~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~~
Ryouga tredged on through the night. He did not feel like sleeping.
All hope was lost of ever getting cured. After nearly blowing up the
Minnesota-Guide's cabin with a Shishi Hokoudan, Ryouga had trudgingly told his
story to the middle aged guide, (after much persuasion, of course, something
about "for the records," and with much broken english to rival Shampoo.) In
exchange (for his life perhaps), the guide had scooped out and bottled some
samples of water of drowned guy and a bottle of drowned girl, (or how the guide
worded it, "drowned dude and drowned chick.")
Ryouga didn't know why he was even bothering to take it back to Japan.
If he couldn't be cured, why should anyone else. It wasn't as if they would
do the same for him. Especially Ranma. Why should he even bother giving him
the water. He already had everything else going for him. Akane, a sense of
direction, countless fiancees after him, everything! Well.. not exactly
everything. He didn't have a cure to his curse. At least now Ranma couldn't
goad him about being P-chan, and more importantly enough, he was still human
and still male!
Suddenly, Ryouga got an idea. Maybe he could use the cure to his
advantage, and at the same time get himself out of that stupid engagement with
Ukyou. It was perfect! Now, if he could only find the nearest airport.
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Wow.. that took a long while. *phew* Well, another chapter done, another on
it's way. On the next chapter, we'll probably meet Mrs. Hibiki! ^_^
What's the deal with the Amazons? Why bother writting about them? well....
that's a secret! ^_~ Kidding kidding, but you will know, definitly not this
chapter, perhaps a bit more clue in the next.. but you'll know.
Anyway.. just to remind y'all. The majority of the characters are creation of
Rumiko Takahashi-sama (We're not worthy of your greatness.) The rest are just
brain-burps.
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