CHAPTER ONE
A SYMBOL OF HONOR
Man is subject to everyday forces.
It drives us, compelles us to live.
Love and hate, victory and disgrace.
Each go hand to hand. There's only one way or the other.
Some paths lead to a happy ending.
Others, don't go that far.
She will have to learn.
Not all in love is happiness.
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LEGEND
1) *:THOUGHT
2) " ":ORAL LANGUAGE
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*Freezing rain. So cold.*
*It doesn't matter.*
*I have to keep moving. Can't stop. Never could anyway. Have to get there.*
*I have to do this. Can't sleep, can't eat, can't do anything.*
*Have to admit, I really do not like this.*
*So cold, so very cold...*
*My release, my peace lies there.*
*Soon. I have to concentrate. I must make it*
*Help me...*
*It's so cold...*
*I'm trapped. I have to get out, but why can't I?*
*I'm a prisoner of myself.*
*It'll be over soon. I have to make it...*
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The sun is setting at the horizon. What a beautiful scenario.
Late afternoon in the Tokyo suburb of Nerima. So many weird events have
taken place here over the past year. None the weirder, but very
common site of the Gokuraku Public Bathhouse.
Without it's due delay, screams spill out of the women's side of the place.
A small window shatters and the decrepit figure of Happosai jumps out.
His semi-full burglar bag dangling on his shoulder.
He leaps from window to window of apartment buildings, taking
unfortunately hung garments near windows. Now his bag is full to the
extent of huge.
He runs down the street, a mob of angry women wielding bats and sticks
in full pursuit.
"What a load! My best yet!" he screams.
He laughs as he leaves the mob far behind, oblivious of any common
decency. His one passion in life. How sad...
Not knowing how it happened, his body stops automatically.
He feels a rather sharp tingle run down his spine. He can feel a twinge
in his battle aura. He looks up at the dusky sky, wandering what the hell
that was. He doesn't even pay attention to the pain of bats and sticks
pounding his body, his treasures being taken out from his bag.
*Something's wrong.*
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"Fried noodles! Three orders!"
Bowls fly into the air with amazing speed. Shampoo and Mousse retrieve them
with ease. They recieve applause as they deliver the orders to the respective
clients of the Nekohanten.
A few months had passed since their descition of remaining in Nerima. They couldn't
return to China until things settled down anyway. The familiar surroundings had
taken root in them. Now the task at hand was finding a new, appropriate husband
for Shampoo. Mousse, as usual, was not the best choice.
How many times had she comforted a devastated Shampoo? She'd lost count.
Her deppresion was unlike anything she'd seen in her 300 year life. Crying for
hours, cursing and damning the name of the woman who had stolen her one true
love. It took a lot of time to console her, but she seemed to finally come out
of it and accept the loss.
All that had happened on Phoenix Mountain had left her great-grandaughter
devastated.
All her plans for the future, the boy and his heirs, Shampoo's happiness, all
gone. The dishonor had been fabulous, but even she had to accept the fact
that the boy was now out of her reach. He would never leave Akane, no
matter what kind of magic she practiced on him now.
No point in thinking about it, so she concentrated on the task at hand.
Making some Dim-sums for the next order. The only thought she allowed
into her mind was going back to square one. The right man, a new son-in-law,
Shampoo's renewed honor as an amazon.
Shampoo and Mousse were busy, so she tried a little luck at throwing the order
to tha client. Not a wise idea. Her aim was grossly off, almost hitting the client on
the face, had it not been for the fact that he ducked out of the way.
That was weird. She felt a sharp sensation run down her spine at the exact moment
of the throw. Her aura flinched.
Three centuries experience told her this was not a natural feeling. She felt herself
become cold, a few drops of sweat running down her forhead.
She had to find out what it was, and she knew how.
She took her cane from its spot on the counter, calling Shampoo.
"What is it, Great-grandmother?
"I have to run an errand. Can you and Mousse run the place for a while?"
"Yes, we handle. But why you go out like this?"
"I just have something to do. Take care child."
Cologne sped through the hall, knocking Mousse down in the process.
A dazed and blind Mousse confused the old chrone's figure, and began
running after her.
"Shampoo wait! Where you goin'!?"
A loud sound filled the air.
Mousse dropped to the floor, clutching his temple in pain.
"Stupid Mousse! Put on glasses, Shampoo here!"
A pained Mousse obeyed, seeing he was trying to chase after the old hag.
He rose to his feet, picking up the dented tray. Again, he'd have to hammer it
back to its original shape.
He tried to ignore the customers' laughs as Shampoo ordered him to the supply
room, where he'd have to work on the tray.
"Sorry Shampoo." he mumured as he walked past her. Late afternoon turned to night. Only a few customers remained. Shampoo waited on the few customers before announcing closing time.
The 'Closed' sign hung, the door locked, all that was left was to sweep the floor.
Shampoo sweeped the floor, lingering on the same spot over and over again. Unable to
shake the image of her Great- grandmother.
*Why she go like that? Not like Great-grandmother.*
Although she had learned not to trust her grandmother that much, Shampoo found it hard to believe that she had left like that. It just wasn't like her to act on impulse. Her moves were always cold and well calculated, surely not as brash as she had seen her today.
Bad feeling. That's all that she felt.
"Shampoo, what's wrong?" asked Mousse.
Mousse finish with tray?"
"Yeah, here it is." He showed her the once again normal tray.
"Good. Now clean kitchen. Shampoo busy."
Mousse had no other choice but to do as she ordered. He had no intention of renewing the deppresion that had consumed his love for the past months. He found it better to let her have her way.
Shampoo watched as Mousse cleaned all appliances in the kitchen. She was already finished with the sweeping, but just felt to weird to do anything else.
She sat on a table, pretending to read a book. She looked at the words, but for some reason they didn't make sense. All she could concentrate on was her grandmother. She found it disturbing that she would let herself care for that thought, but she just couldn't shake it.
Finally, she managed to get absorbed by her reading.
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*He sure is taking his sweet time.*
Cologne had decided to wait for Happosai on the rooftop of the Gokuraku. He was hard to track down, but she knew that this was the one place she was sure to meet him.
An hour went by, but no Happosai. She really didn't want to spend the rest of the night looking for him.
Another hour.
Cologne was starting to give up hope of meeting him there. She was about to leave, when a small thud sounded behind her.
She turned, and effectively, Happosai stood behind her. He was carrying his bag, filled with a new stash of stolen underwear.
He had a smirk on his face, but when he saw the seriousness on hers, he understood what she had come here for.
They stared into each others eyes. They felt as if the other were probing their mind.
"You felt it too."
Happosai closed his eyes. "Yes"
"What do you suppose it was Happi?"
Happosai turned his back on her.
"Energy. Incredable power. And it's coming this way."
"I know."
"...(sigh) It's getting closer. If I'm right, it should be here by morning."
He began jumping away, getting lost in the night sky.
Cologne sat there for a few moments. Effectively, she had also figured that tingle to be foreign power. Now that she knew Happi thought the same, she was certain at the magnitude of this presence.
*I'll have to be on my guard.*
She also began jumping away on her cane from rooftops. She decided it was better for Shampoo not to know about this. It might upset her further.
She reached the Nekohanten. Before she entered her room through the window, she took one good look at the surrounding areas. It was hard to pin-point this power. It seemed to be weak, but even if it was, it still radiated awesome energy. She entered her room, falling asleep on her bed by pure concentration. Had she not known how to control her sleep, she wouldn't have been able to get any shut-eye that night.
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*Finally.*
The look of this city during night-time was breathtaking. Funny how everything seems so nice when you pay attention to the smaller details.
Leaning on the railing that created a barrier from falling off the cliff, it couldn't help but notice how all its hard work had paid off.
*I made it.*
It wanted to get to bed. The trip was starting to take its toll on its body.
It set up camp, just a small tent and a comfy futon.
It lay there, staring at the roof of the tent. Sleep started to invade its mind. It smiled to itself as it thought itself to sleep.
*Finally, it's time.*
it thought as it quickly drifted to sleep.
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"KKKKKYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
"RANMA, TAKE IT EASY ALREADY!!! CALM DOWN!!!" yelled out Genma.
Genma was barely able to dodge Ranma's speedy puches and kicks. He was really hiped up this morning. He noticed a few odd things about his son this morning. He wasn't yelling out insults at him, he was a lot more aggresive than normal, and he seemed to be focused on something other than their training spar.
It didn't take to long for Genma to be knocked into the Koi pond by one of Ranma's kicks, connecting directly on his chest.
Ranma stood and watched as his panda father emerged from the pond. He was feeling weird this morning. Usually, he felt proud of knocking his father out of the match, but, he just couldn't work up the pride to celebrate his victory. Instead, he did something he never did before. He bowed at the panda and went back inside the house.
*What was that all about?* thought Akane.
She had been awakened by the noise from outside. She noticed how Ranma was a bit different during this fight with his father.
He won, and didn't make fun of his father. He even bowed in respect for the defeated martial artist.
Her soon to be husband was behaving rather odd. At breakfast, he ate with a small and slow pace. During their walk to school, he had barely uttered a word. Odd.
Throughout the day, thoughts began forming in her mind. Stuff that might actually help her understand her fiancee's behavior.
*Maybe the wedding plans are getting to him.*
She noticed that Ranma had been overjoyed at this idea.
To everyone's surprise, he had openly declared his love for Akane on school grounds. Although they had already gone through that procedure a few months back at Phoenix Mountain, for some reason, Ranma had denied the fact that he had actually said it. She knew that he was scared of the implications that meant al that time, but she didn't mind. What mattered was that they were together, and she loved him. And deep in her heart, she knew she'd get to hear him declare his love for her in the very near future. It still came as a surprise the way he'd chosen to say it. In front of everyone they knew. She was very glad he'd done so.
The final bell rang. Time to go home.
Ranma was walking ahead of Akane, trying to avoid her for some reason.
She caught up with him, stoping him in his tracks.
"Ranma, what's wrong? You've been like this all day."
Ranma sighed. "I don't know Akane. I just haven't felt really well. I just have this weird feeling, you know? Like, something's 'bout to happen."
"You're just worried. I mean, graduation is only a week away."
"No, it's not that. It's, I dunno."
"Maybe the wedding." she giggled.
Ranma grabbed her waist. "No, I don't think it's that. That's what keeps me sane, if you haven't noticed."
"Oh, I noticed all right," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
They both laughed and kissed. They ignored all the AWWWWW! sounds being made by their classmates as they did this. It was still weird to think that the impossible couple had finally gotten together. It made everyone sigh at the relief of the anxiety they had felt since they noticed their weird attraction.
Ranma broke the kiss and smiled at his love. "Come on, my turn to cook tonight."
They laughed again and walked out of the school through the main gate. His hand placed lovingly on her shoulder.
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Sayuri and Yuka walked down the street, not to far away from the school. They were talking and laughing about past events.
"So when you taking off for your aunt's in Paris?" asked Sayuri.
"About a week after Ranma and Akane's wedding. There is no way I'm missing that," responded Yuka.
"Amen to that!" They both laughed.
"God, can those two keep their hands off each other for a minute nowadays?" asked Yuka.
"I wouldn't count on it. Did you see how they were kissing the other day? Good thing Kuno broke them up, or they would've eaten each other. I wonder how he manages to skip his college
classes to bother those two."
"Yeah, although..." started Yuka, but was interrupted.
"Excuse me," an unfamiliar voice sounded behind them. They both turned to see who it was.
"Could you tell me where I can find Furinkan High? I'm new here and I'm kinda lost."
Both Yuka and Sayuri were left speechless. They were being addresed by a young man. An incredably handsome young man. He was tall, with a high toned body not hidden away by the clothes he wore. He had long-short hair that grazed the back of his neck, being a deep black. To their dissapointment, he wore sunglasses that concealed his eyes. Even so, they both flushed an interesting red. Sayuri worked up the courage to direct this mystery man.
"Umm, just go down the street and take the second left. Can't miss," she said in a very nervous tone.
The man turned to see if the directions were accurate. He turned again to face them.
"Thank you very much," he said as he bowed at them.
He turned and started walking towards Furinkan.
"Oh my gosh. Is he for real?" said Yuka.
"He's so cute. Wonder what he wants at school."
"Don't know, but lets go find out."
They both sprinted lightly to follow this young man.
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He walked with a slow pace, trying to follow the girls directions exactly.
Effectively, he came up to a large building which he supposed was the school.
He stood near the corner turn, waiting to see if he came out or not. Trying his best to ignore the school girl attention he was getting just by standing there.
After a few moments, he came out through the main gate, with his hand on some girls' shoulder. He smiled and let his travel pack fall off his back. It fell with a loud thud.
He repeatedly hit his foot on the ground, quickly and faster on each step. His excitement grew.
*YES! FINALLY!*
He had the biggest smirk on his lips, which made all the girls around him step back a bit. Some from the force he was emmiting on the ground, others from the surprise of his incredably cute smile.
"It's finally time Saotome. Hope You're ready," he said in a low tone.
A SYMBOL OF HONOR
Man is subject to everyday forces.
It drives us, compelles us to live.
Love and hate, victory and disgrace.
Each go hand to hand. There's only one way or the other.
Some paths lead to a happy ending.
Others, don't go that far.
She will have to learn.
Not all in love is happiness.
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LEGEND
1) *:THOUGHT
2) " ":ORAL LANGUAGE
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*Freezing rain. So cold.*
*It doesn't matter.*
*I have to keep moving. Can't stop. Never could anyway. Have to get there.*
*I have to do this. Can't sleep, can't eat, can't do anything.*
*Have to admit, I really do not like this.*
*So cold, so very cold...*
*My release, my peace lies there.*
*Soon. I have to concentrate. I must make it*
*Help me...*
*It's so cold...*
*I'm trapped. I have to get out, but why can't I?*
*I'm a prisoner of myself.*
*It'll be over soon. I have to make it...*
-----------------------------------------------------
The sun is setting at the horizon. What a beautiful scenario.
Late afternoon in the Tokyo suburb of Nerima. So many weird events have
taken place here over the past year. None the weirder, but very
common site of the Gokuraku Public Bathhouse.
Without it's due delay, screams spill out of the women's side of the place.
A small window shatters and the decrepit figure of Happosai jumps out.
His semi-full burglar bag dangling on his shoulder.
He leaps from window to window of apartment buildings, taking
unfortunately hung garments near windows. Now his bag is full to the
extent of huge.
He runs down the street, a mob of angry women wielding bats and sticks
in full pursuit.
"What a load! My best yet!" he screams.
He laughs as he leaves the mob far behind, oblivious of any common
decency. His one passion in life. How sad...
Not knowing how it happened, his body stops automatically.
He feels a rather sharp tingle run down his spine. He can feel a twinge
in his battle aura. He looks up at the dusky sky, wandering what the hell
that was. He doesn't even pay attention to the pain of bats and sticks
pounding his body, his treasures being taken out from his bag.
*Something's wrong.*
----------------------------------------------------
"Fried noodles! Three orders!"
Bowls fly into the air with amazing speed. Shampoo and Mousse retrieve them
with ease. They recieve applause as they deliver the orders to the respective
clients of the Nekohanten.
A few months had passed since their descition of remaining in Nerima. They couldn't
return to China until things settled down anyway. The familiar surroundings had
taken root in them. Now the task at hand was finding a new, appropriate husband
for Shampoo. Mousse, as usual, was not the best choice.
How many times had she comforted a devastated Shampoo? She'd lost count.
Her deppresion was unlike anything she'd seen in her 300 year life. Crying for
hours, cursing and damning the name of the woman who had stolen her one true
love. It took a lot of time to console her, but she seemed to finally come out
of it and accept the loss.
All that had happened on Phoenix Mountain had left her great-grandaughter
devastated.
All her plans for the future, the boy and his heirs, Shampoo's happiness, all
gone. The dishonor had been fabulous, but even she had to accept the fact
that the boy was now out of her reach. He would never leave Akane, no
matter what kind of magic she practiced on him now.
No point in thinking about it, so she concentrated on the task at hand.
Making some Dim-sums for the next order. The only thought she allowed
into her mind was going back to square one. The right man, a new son-in-law,
Shampoo's renewed honor as an amazon.
Shampoo and Mousse were busy, so she tried a little luck at throwing the order
to tha client. Not a wise idea. Her aim was grossly off, almost hitting the client on
the face, had it not been for the fact that he ducked out of the way.
That was weird. She felt a sharp sensation run down her spine at the exact moment
of the throw. Her aura flinched.
Three centuries experience told her this was not a natural feeling. She felt herself
become cold, a few drops of sweat running down her forhead.
She had to find out what it was, and she knew how.
She took her cane from its spot on the counter, calling Shampoo.
"What is it, Great-grandmother?
"I have to run an errand. Can you and Mousse run the place for a while?"
"Yes, we handle. But why you go out like this?"
"I just have something to do. Take care child."
Cologne sped through the hall, knocking Mousse down in the process.
A dazed and blind Mousse confused the old chrone's figure, and began
running after her.
"Shampoo wait! Where you goin'!?"
A loud sound filled the air.
Mousse dropped to the floor, clutching his temple in pain.
"Stupid Mousse! Put on glasses, Shampoo here!"
A pained Mousse obeyed, seeing he was trying to chase after the old hag.
He rose to his feet, picking up the dented tray. Again, he'd have to hammer it
back to its original shape.
He tried to ignore the customers' laughs as Shampoo ordered him to the supply
room, where he'd have to work on the tray.
"Sorry Shampoo." he mumured as he walked past her. Late afternoon turned to night. Only a few customers remained. Shampoo waited on the few customers before announcing closing time.
The 'Closed' sign hung, the door locked, all that was left was to sweep the floor.
Shampoo sweeped the floor, lingering on the same spot over and over again. Unable to
shake the image of her Great- grandmother.
*Why she go like that? Not like Great-grandmother.*
Although she had learned not to trust her grandmother that much, Shampoo found it hard to believe that she had left like that. It just wasn't like her to act on impulse. Her moves were always cold and well calculated, surely not as brash as she had seen her today.
Bad feeling. That's all that she felt.
"Shampoo, what's wrong?" asked Mousse.
Mousse finish with tray?"
"Yeah, here it is." He showed her the once again normal tray.
"Good. Now clean kitchen. Shampoo busy."
Mousse had no other choice but to do as she ordered. He had no intention of renewing the deppresion that had consumed his love for the past months. He found it better to let her have her way.
Shampoo watched as Mousse cleaned all appliances in the kitchen. She was already finished with the sweeping, but just felt to weird to do anything else.
She sat on a table, pretending to read a book. She looked at the words, but for some reason they didn't make sense. All she could concentrate on was her grandmother. She found it disturbing that she would let herself care for that thought, but she just couldn't shake it.
Finally, she managed to get absorbed by her reading.
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*He sure is taking his sweet time.*
Cologne had decided to wait for Happosai on the rooftop of the Gokuraku. He was hard to track down, but she knew that this was the one place she was sure to meet him.
An hour went by, but no Happosai. She really didn't want to spend the rest of the night looking for him.
Another hour.
Cologne was starting to give up hope of meeting him there. She was about to leave, when a small thud sounded behind her.
She turned, and effectively, Happosai stood behind her. He was carrying his bag, filled with a new stash of stolen underwear.
He had a smirk on his face, but when he saw the seriousness on hers, he understood what she had come here for.
They stared into each others eyes. They felt as if the other were probing their mind.
"You felt it too."
Happosai closed his eyes. "Yes"
"What do you suppose it was Happi?"
Happosai turned his back on her.
"Energy. Incredable power. And it's coming this way."
"I know."
"...(sigh) It's getting closer. If I'm right, it should be here by morning."
He began jumping away, getting lost in the night sky.
Cologne sat there for a few moments. Effectively, she had also figured that tingle to be foreign power. Now that she knew Happi thought the same, she was certain at the magnitude of this presence.
*I'll have to be on my guard.*
She also began jumping away on her cane from rooftops. She decided it was better for Shampoo not to know about this. It might upset her further.
She reached the Nekohanten. Before she entered her room through the window, she took one good look at the surrounding areas. It was hard to pin-point this power. It seemed to be weak, but even if it was, it still radiated awesome energy. She entered her room, falling asleep on her bed by pure concentration. Had she not known how to control her sleep, she wouldn't have been able to get any shut-eye that night.
----------------------------------------------------
*Finally.*
The look of this city during night-time was breathtaking. Funny how everything seems so nice when you pay attention to the smaller details.
Leaning on the railing that created a barrier from falling off the cliff, it couldn't help but notice how all its hard work had paid off.
*I made it.*
It wanted to get to bed. The trip was starting to take its toll on its body.
It set up camp, just a small tent and a comfy futon.
It lay there, staring at the roof of the tent. Sleep started to invade its mind. It smiled to itself as it thought itself to sleep.
*Finally, it's time.*
it thought as it quickly drifted to sleep.
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"KKKKKYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
"RANMA, TAKE IT EASY ALREADY!!! CALM DOWN!!!" yelled out Genma.
Genma was barely able to dodge Ranma's speedy puches and kicks. He was really hiped up this morning. He noticed a few odd things about his son this morning. He wasn't yelling out insults at him, he was a lot more aggresive than normal, and he seemed to be focused on something other than their training spar.
It didn't take to long for Genma to be knocked into the Koi pond by one of Ranma's kicks, connecting directly on his chest.
Ranma stood and watched as his panda father emerged from the pond. He was feeling weird this morning. Usually, he felt proud of knocking his father out of the match, but, he just couldn't work up the pride to celebrate his victory. Instead, he did something he never did before. He bowed at the panda and went back inside the house.
*What was that all about?* thought Akane.
She had been awakened by the noise from outside. She noticed how Ranma was a bit different during this fight with his father.
He won, and didn't make fun of his father. He even bowed in respect for the defeated martial artist.
Her soon to be husband was behaving rather odd. At breakfast, he ate with a small and slow pace. During their walk to school, he had barely uttered a word. Odd.
Throughout the day, thoughts began forming in her mind. Stuff that might actually help her understand her fiancee's behavior.
*Maybe the wedding plans are getting to him.*
She noticed that Ranma had been overjoyed at this idea.
To everyone's surprise, he had openly declared his love for Akane on school grounds. Although they had already gone through that procedure a few months back at Phoenix Mountain, for some reason, Ranma had denied the fact that he had actually said it. She knew that he was scared of the implications that meant al that time, but she didn't mind. What mattered was that they were together, and she loved him. And deep in her heart, she knew she'd get to hear him declare his love for her in the very near future. It still came as a surprise the way he'd chosen to say it. In front of everyone they knew. She was very glad he'd done so.
The final bell rang. Time to go home.
Ranma was walking ahead of Akane, trying to avoid her for some reason.
She caught up with him, stoping him in his tracks.
"Ranma, what's wrong? You've been like this all day."
Ranma sighed. "I don't know Akane. I just haven't felt really well. I just have this weird feeling, you know? Like, something's 'bout to happen."
"You're just worried. I mean, graduation is only a week away."
"No, it's not that. It's, I dunno."
"Maybe the wedding." she giggled.
Ranma grabbed her waist. "No, I don't think it's that. That's what keeps me sane, if you haven't noticed."
"Oh, I noticed all right," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
They both laughed and kissed. They ignored all the AWWWWW! sounds being made by their classmates as they did this. It was still weird to think that the impossible couple had finally gotten together. It made everyone sigh at the relief of the anxiety they had felt since they noticed their weird attraction.
Ranma broke the kiss and smiled at his love. "Come on, my turn to cook tonight."
They laughed again and walked out of the school through the main gate. His hand placed lovingly on her shoulder.
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Sayuri and Yuka walked down the street, not to far away from the school. They were talking and laughing about past events.
"So when you taking off for your aunt's in Paris?" asked Sayuri.
"About a week after Ranma and Akane's wedding. There is no way I'm missing that," responded Yuka.
"Amen to that!" They both laughed.
"God, can those two keep their hands off each other for a minute nowadays?" asked Yuka.
"I wouldn't count on it. Did you see how they were kissing the other day? Good thing Kuno broke them up, or they would've eaten each other. I wonder how he manages to skip his college
classes to bother those two."
"Yeah, although..." started Yuka, but was interrupted.
"Excuse me," an unfamiliar voice sounded behind them. They both turned to see who it was.
"Could you tell me where I can find Furinkan High? I'm new here and I'm kinda lost."
Both Yuka and Sayuri were left speechless. They were being addresed by a young man. An incredably handsome young man. He was tall, with a high toned body not hidden away by the clothes he wore. He had long-short hair that grazed the back of his neck, being a deep black. To their dissapointment, he wore sunglasses that concealed his eyes. Even so, they both flushed an interesting red. Sayuri worked up the courage to direct this mystery man.
"Umm, just go down the street and take the second left. Can't miss," she said in a very nervous tone.
The man turned to see if the directions were accurate. He turned again to face them.
"Thank you very much," he said as he bowed at them.
He turned and started walking towards Furinkan.
"Oh my gosh. Is he for real?" said Yuka.
"He's so cute. Wonder what he wants at school."
"Don't know, but lets go find out."
They both sprinted lightly to follow this young man.
-----------------------------------------------------
He walked with a slow pace, trying to follow the girls directions exactly.
Effectively, he came up to a large building which he supposed was the school.
He stood near the corner turn, waiting to see if he came out or not. Trying his best to ignore the school girl attention he was getting just by standing there.
After a few moments, he came out through the main gate, with his hand on some girls' shoulder. He smiled and let his travel pack fall off his back. It fell with a loud thud.
He repeatedly hit his foot on the ground, quickly and faster on each step. His excitement grew.
*YES! FINALLY!*
He had the biggest smirk on his lips, which made all the girls around him step back a bit. Some from the force he was emmiting on the ground, others from the surprise of his incredably cute smile.
"It's finally time Saotome. Hope You're ready," he said in a low tone.
