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Escape from Death

Through sickness and health...



"Shampoo!" Ranma scrambled to her. "Shampoo!" he shouted again. "Ranma?" she asked in a weak voice. "What's the matter?!" Ranma scanned her quickly. "Ranma, Shampoo no feel good." As she coughed, she looked lifeless. Ranma didn't know what to do. He had never in his life been in this kind of position. "Oh, God, what's happenin' to you?!" He felt her forehead. "I-I-I got to do somethin'....um...." He pulled Shampoo over to the corner. Wetting a washcloth that he looked around for, and with the help of the rain, he draped it over the Chinese girl's head, hoping it would cool the burning flames that she she held in her body. Shampoo sniffled. Then, with a light, soft whisper, she responded, "Thank you, Ranma."

Ranma blinked curiously as Shampoo sat up. With the little power she had, she managed to tear off a thick part of her clothing, and put it around her, as if it were a blanket. She shivered. Ranma blinked again. "Shampoo, I'm gonna make a fire. You stay right there." And with that, Ranma left the dojo... gathering firewood.

Shampoo wanted to talk, but she couldn't. As hard as she tried, she couldn't force herself to speak. She coughed and sputtered, and laid back to think.



Shampoo



Ranma. Why Ranma have to go through much trouble to take care of Shampoo? She not that sick, is she? Now, Shampoo really scared. Without Ranma, she can no protect herself against War. He better come back soon....

Shampoo yawned and laid down, waiting for Ranma to come back to the dojo. As she laid there, wrapped up in warmth, she hummed an old Chinese Amazon tune.

The birds sing softly, high in the sky, I watch them from my window sill, wishing I could fly.

Dancing 'round roses, Floating with time, Humming lovely love songs, As days go by.

Sun glistening bright, Along the blue sky, As I sit here and wonder, What it's like to fly.







Ranma

Ranma ran through the thick trees, collecting firewood. Damnit! How'd I get myself into this mess? Now, Shampoo's sick, and I have no way to take care of her! Couldn't her sickness have waited until AFTER Pearl Harbor? Upon looking at how much firewood he had, he realized that he didn't know how to start a fire with out some kind of ignition. He groaned. "Why couldn't Pop have a 'Saotome's School of Anything Goes Fire Starting'?" he asked himself this quietly while running back to the old dojo, to make sure Shampoo was still there, and still alive. Ranma decided that he'd worry about the fire, when he really needed the most. He could still hear the loud booms and crashes from the War. Shampoo. Please be there--alive. Ranma thought to himself. As Ranma crashed through the door, he quickly saw that Shampoo was fast asleep. He walked over to her, looking. A smile curled up along his solemn face. She was beautiful. Her purple hair sprawled over the wooden ground. Her lips moist and pearly. Her slim body curled up. To get in a better postion, Ranma shifted his weight, causing Shampoo to stir. "Hmmm?" she mumbled. She took a deep breath, and opened her bright eyes. "Ranma?" she asked weakly. "You come back to Shampoo?" Ranma chuckled. "Yeah, Shampoo. I came back." He dropped to his knees, re-wet her cloth, and cooled her face. Shampoo coughed, and sniffled. She sat up. "Ranma, Shampoo sorry you have to do this." she told him, looking down. "Eh, no problem, Shampoo. Glad to do it." Ranma stood up, toward the stove, seeing that the ramen was still cooking slowly. After waiting for it to finish, he put the steaming food in a bowl, and tried to give it to Shampoo, only in response to her opening her mouth wide. She seemed to be saying, Feed me, Ranma. He stared at her wide-eyed. Then sighed. "I know what your thinkin', an' no way, Shampoo. Uh-huh." He put his hands far out from his face, as to try to push out his responsibility. Shampoo closed her mouth, and her eyes began to water. Ranma hated to see a girl cry. He sighed again. "Fine." he told her. "But it's only 'cuz I don't want ya ta cry, Shampoo." She smiled happily, as the tears seemed to disappear from her eyes. The Chinese Amazon re-opened her mouth, as Ranma took his own chopsticks and poured the hot ramen soup into her mouth. Shampoo chewed, and swallowed, and opened her mouth for a third time.

This continued unitl the bowl was empty. Now the sun was rising, trying to dry the moist woods. Ranma yawned. "Didn't know takin' care of you, Shampoo, was gonna be this hard." he said while laying down. "I'm gonna take a nap." he yawned again. "You let me know if you need anythin', Shampoo." She smiled. "Alright, Ranma." He closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep slumber. As soon as he went to sleep, Shampoo used her strenght to stand up and walk to the outside, to discover that there was a sparkling lake. "Wow." she whispered, breathing in the fresh air. Even though Shampoo was very sick, she couldn't stand being in that dojo, cramped up. Don't you know it's dangerous out here? A voice asked. You could get hurt or even worst... Shampoo ignored the voice and kept walking among the outside of the lake. She didn't know how, but she walked out into the open woods. She realized what she had done, by the booming sounds of the War. She tried to run back, but tripped over somthing hard, that caused her to sprain her ankle, and everything went black.