Well, for those who don't know, which is everyone but Eike, I have a
livejournal now. Yay for Li Xiang! Do a dance everybody! You can peek
in on the wide wonderful world of Li Xiang every day!
http://www.livejournal.com/~users/foxymouse
Ah yes, I am the Foxy Mouse. If you want that explained, ask, I'm not
going to waste time explaining it here.
I picked such a good title for this chapter, ne?
True Identity
Chapter Six - "Filler"
Nagi looked up as several howling screams of pain were cut off
abruptly. Understanding washed over him as Rache and Schuldich stepped
away from the House's now closed "front" door.
"Ranma is playing," Rache stated as confirmation of the fifteen year
old's unvoiced question. She was trembling ever so slightly, but her
brother's presence seemed to calm he, so Prodigy turned back to his
"work."
Actually, cracking Bill Gate's personal fortune to set aside money for
the group to spend was more of a hobby than any sort of actual work.
Schuldich had draped a comforting arm across his sister's shoulders,
and steered her towards her room, she needed rest, after all. He was so
concerned over his sister's well being that he didn't even notice it
when he walked past Ken.
Hidaka watched, confused for a moment, then continued on his own way.
He'd been helping Xue Shi's band to move in, and this was the last box.
It was also one of Oz's. He shifted nervously, knocking on the
werewolf's door.
Oh, everyone in the House knew Oz was a wolf; Schuldich had plucked the
information from the guitarist's mind, and proclaimed it to everyone.
Unlike with Ranma, Oz's feral mind and state of being was, for the
majority, locked away until his shape change under the full moon.
Every other time, Oz's mind was perfectly human, and that's how
Schuldich snagged the wolf-boy's knowledge. Schwartz hadn't cared--
Crawford and Schuldich had seen worse at Rozenkreuz, for one-- Weiss
had muttered something about the world going to hell, but didn't change
in their attitudes towards the Ozborne, and "Xue Shi" had blinked,
shrugged, and stated that Oz was _lucky_ before explaining her curse.
Everyone was comfortable with living with a werewolf.
Although, apparently, Ken had known longer than the others aside from
Xue Shi's band.
Ken's hesitation was brought to an abrupt end when Oz's door swung
open, "C'mon in, Ken."
"Just dropping off your stuff, Oz," Ken edged in, dropping off the box
and turned to leave. Oz snapped the door shut.
"We've gotta talk 'Ken'."
"Ah, sorry, busy, must go now!" Ken babbled, grinning sickly, and shot
past the wolf. Said werewolf snagged the assassin's shirt, but Ken was
prepared. He phased through his own top, and following that the door,
going out into the House proper.
"That's a nice look, Kenken," Ken froze, turned slowly, then screamed,
taking off at a dead run. Schuldich pouted, then bounced off after the
younger male, not unlike Pepe le Pew.
---
Ranma was not in his room.
Aya scowled, stalking down the hall. He'd wanted to talk to the
gender-bending martial artist without... _his_ presence. The
katana-wielding assassin came to a halt outside a certain door laden
with padlocks and other such outside locks. When he'd gone to sleep
last night, all of them were locked.
None of them remained locked through the night.
He pushed the door open on a scene oh-so-sweet, he had to double-check
that it was Farfello in there. Both "pet" and "master" were curled up
on the bed, Jei on his back, Ranma sprawled over the Sociopath's
stomach.
Farfello had buried one hand in his Kitty's hair, at the nape of his
neck, his other arm was wrapped around the martial artist's middle.
Ranma had tangled their legs together, and had his face buried in Jei's
neck. Ranma's own arms were wound around his master's waist.
Aya was wondering why there wasn't any blood.
Shaking his head, the redheaded assassin entered the room, striding
over to the beside. Ranma shifted, but did not awaken-- Fujimiya was
listed as a "friend" to his instincts. Farfello, on the other hand,
slit his eye open.
The sociopath glared at the interloper. He had a distinct hatred for
Abyssian. He _knew_ Aya liked his Kitty, and he had attacked the man on
several occasions. The only reason Fujimiya was still kicking was
because Kitty always interfered.
And the only person Jei had never even _once_ contemplated killing was
his Kitty.
So Jei merely glared at Aya, perfectly comfortable with his pet
sprawled on top of him.
"I want to talk to Ranma."
"To bad," Farfello growled, tightening his grip, "he's sleeping."
Aya's own glare was deadly, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Ranma could
sleep through anything-- neither worried about awakening him by simply
speaking. So the Fujimiya assassin snapped back, "It's not like he
hasn't been woken up at this time, before."
"He was torturing people until very late," Jei's tone was both
irritatingly smug, and shining with pride. He _liked_ the fact that
Ranma had come home drenched in blood. It was such a pretty picture.
Trails of the liquid life force soaking his skin, smeared across lips,
teeth, and tongue. It was absolutely everywhere-- his female side's
white gloves would need to be replaced-- hell the whole _uniform_
needed to be replaced.
Aya growled low in his throat, "When Ranma wakes up, tell him I want to
talk to him," and left the room.
He knew _damn_ well and good that the moment the chance arrived,
Farfello would kill hm. He also didn't really care. If he died, he
died-- but he'd go down fighting. A Fujimiya never gave up, until they
were dead.
---
Xian Phu watched in awe as Nabiki made a simple motion with one hand,
and the doors swung open. He mother had never been this skilled with
the dark power-- Nabiki must be the strongest Sorceress in history!
The lavender haired woman smirked, and she, Jhusenkyou cursed and mute,
was this great Sorceress' advisor. This was so bloody awesome! Note to
self, stop reading those English manga...
The two women, plus Omi entered Tao Pei's shop early that morning, the
brunette's next idle gesture closing the door behind them.
"What can I do for y-- Xian!?"
Tao Pei was a beautiful woman. Lush lavender hair, a shade or two
darker than her daughter's, fell to mid-back in wave-like tresses. Soft
emerald eyes behind a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses. She wore a
simple black dress, decorated with gold trim, and runes embroidered in
silver thread. She was far from the impossible-model-build of her
daughter, but she held an air of statuesque beauty.
She was also shocked out of her mind, never believing that she'd ever
see her daughter again. The younger of the two ex-amazons smiled at her
mother and waved hello.
Nabiki crossed her arms, "Shampoo's mute, Tao Pei, she can't say
anything."
The older lavender haired one nodded a bit sadly, "Khu Lon sent word
that she had been cast out, though she never stated why."
"And it's unlikely she ever will," Bombay interjected, "She's been dead
for several months now."
"So I'd heard," Tao Pei looked solemn, "and although i was cast out of
the tribe, she _was_ my grandmother."
Xian Phu nodded, equally as solemn, although she was still angered by
her great-grandmother's betrayal. To be cast out, all because she could
no longer speak...
Nabiki waved aside the conversation, commanding attention be brought to
herself, so she could jump to the reason why they'd come to Tao Pei's
shop in the first place, "We need your help, Sorceress."
Tao Pei shot Xian a dark look, and the girl shrugged with a weak,
wobbly smile. Sighing, the woman returned her attention to her
daughter's companions, "What do you need my help in?"
Nabiki lifted her other hand-- the one that she not been used in her
minor castings. In doing so, she also lifted Omi's hand, as they'd knit
their fingers together as they had walked to the shop.
"The Knighting Ceremony."
---
End Chapter
Ah, I welcome you, oh evil vibes, come to me and let me keep my readers
wondering...
I do have a reason behind Nabiki's quest for power. Hmm, maybe if you
understand the whole Sorceress/Knight thing you might be able to see
where I'm headed with this bit. However, we won't get that far for
quite awhile. It's actually planned to be detailed in... well, that
would be telling, now wouldn't it. *Iori-like laughter*
And once again, we must wonder if Li Xiang's had a bit to much KOF.
livejournal now. Yay for Li Xiang! Do a dance everybody! You can peek
in on the wide wonderful world of Li Xiang every day!
http://www.livejournal.com/~users/foxymouse
Ah yes, I am the Foxy Mouse. If you want that explained, ask, I'm not
going to waste time explaining it here.
I picked such a good title for this chapter, ne?
True Identity
Chapter Six - "Filler"
Nagi looked up as several howling screams of pain were cut off
abruptly. Understanding washed over him as Rache and Schuldich stepped
away from the House's now closed "front" door.
"Ranma is playing," Rache stated as confirmation of the fifteen year
old's unvoiced question. She was trembling ever so slightly, but her
brother's presence seemed to calm he, so Prodigy turned back to his
"work."
Actually, cracking Bill Gate's personal fortune to set aside money for
the group to spend was more of a hobby than any sort of actual work.
Schuldich had draped a comforting arm across his sister's shoulders,
and steered her towards her room, she needed rest, after all. He was so
concerned over his sister's well being that he didn't even notice it
when he walked past Ken.
Hidaka watched, confused for a moment, then continued on his own way.
He'd been helping Xue Shi's band to move in, and this was the last box.
It was also one of Oz's. He shifted nervously, knocking on the
werewolf's door.
Oh, everyone in the House knew Oz was a wolf; Schuldich had plucked the
information from the guitarist's mind, and proclaimed it to everyone.
Unlike with Ranma, Oz's feral mind and state of being was, for the
majority, locked away until his shape change under the full moon.
Every other time, Oz's mind was perfectly human, and that's how
Schuldich snagged the wolf-boy's knowledge. Schwartz hadn't cared--
Crawford and Schuldich had seen worse at Rozenkreuz, for one-- Weiss
had muttered something about the world going to hell, but didn't change
in their attitudes towards the Ozborne, and "Xue Shi" had blinked,
shrugged, and stated that Oz was _lucky_ before explaining her curse.
Everyone was comfortable with living with a werewolf.
Although, apparently, Ken had known longer than the others aside from
Xue Shi's band.
Ken's hesitation was brought to an abrupt end when Oz's door swung
open, "C'mon in, Ken."
"Just dropping off your stuff, Oz," Ken edged in, dropping off the box
and turned to leave. Oz snapped the door shut.
"We've gotta talk 'Ken'."
"Ah, sorry, busy, must go now!" Ken babbled, grinning sickly, and shot
past the wolf. Said werewolf snagged the assassin's shirt, but Ken was
prepared. He phased through his own top, and following that the door,
going out into the House proper.
"That's a nice look, Kenken," Ken froze, turned slowly, then screamed,
taking off at a dead run. Schuldich pouted, then bounced off after the
younger male, not unlike Pepe le Pew.
---
Ranma was not in his room.
Aya scowled, stalking down the hall. He'd wanted to talk to the
gender-bending martial artist without... _his_ presence. The
katana-wielding assassin came to a halt outside a certain door laden
with padlocks and other such outside locks. When he'd gone to sleep
last night, all of them were locked.
None of them remained locked through the night.
He pushed the door open on a scene oh-so-sweet, he had to double-check
that it was Farfello in there. Both "pet" and "master" were curled up
on the bed, Jei on his back, Ranma sprawled over the Sociopath's
stomach.
Farfello had buried one hand in his Kitty's hair, at the nape of his
neck, his other arm was wrapped around the martial artist's middle.
Ranma had tangled their legs together, and had his face buried in Jei's
neck. Ranma's own arms were wound around his master's waist.
Aya was wondering why there wasn't any blood.
Shaking his head, the redheaded assassin entered the room, striding
over to the beside. Ranma shifted, but did not awaken-- Fujimiya was
listed as a "friend" to his instincts. Farfello, on the other hand,
slit his eye open.
The sociopath glared at the interloper. He had a distinct hatred for
Abyssian. He _knew_ Aya liked his Kitty, and he had attacked the man on
several occasions. The only reason Fujimiya was still kicking was
because Kitty always interfered.
And the only person Jei had never even _once_ contemplated killing was
his Kitty.
So Jei merely glared at Aya, perfectly comfortable with his pet
sprawled on top of him.
"I want to talk to Ranma."
"To bad," Farfello growled, tightening his grip, "he's sleeping."
Aya's own glare was deadly, his eyes narrowed dangerously. Ranma could
sleep through anything-- neither worried about awakening him by simply
speaking. So the Fujimiya assassin snapped back, "It's not like he
hasn't been woken up at this time, before."
"He was torturing people until very late," Jei's tone was both
irritatingly smug, and shining with pride. He _liked_ the fact that
Ranma had come home drenched in blood. It was such a pretty picture.
Trails of the liquid life force soaking his skin, smeared across lips,
teeth, and tongue. It was absolutely everywhere-- his female side's
white gloves would need to be replaced-- hell the whole _uniform_
needed to be replaced.
Aya growled low in his throat, "When Ranma wakes up, tell him I want to
talk to him," and left the room.
He knew _damn_ well and good that the moment the chance arrived,
Farfello would kill hm. He also didn't really care. If he died, he
died-- but he'd go down fighting. A Fujimiya never gave up, until they
were dead.
---
Xian Phu watched in awe as Nabiki made a simple motion with one hand,
and the doors swung open. He mother had never been this skilled with
the dark power-- Nabiki must be the strongest Sorceress in history!
The lavender haired woman smirked, and she, Jhusenkyou cursed and mute,
was this great Sorceress' advisor. This was so bloody awesome! Note to
self, stop reading those English manga...
The two women, plus Omi entered Tao Pei's shop early that morning, the
brunette's next idle gesture closing the door behind them.
"What can I do for y-- Xian!?"
Tao Pei was a beautiful woman. Lush lavender hair, a shade or two
darker than her daughter's, fell to mid-back in wave-like tresses. Soft
emerald eyes behind a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses. She wore a
simple black dress, decorated with gold trim, and runes embroidered in
silver thread. She was far from the impossible-model-build of her
daughter, but she held an air of statuesque beauty.
She was also shocked out of her mind, never believing that she'd ever
see her daughter again. The younger of the two ex-amazons smiled at her
mother and waved hello.
Nabiki crossed her arms, "Shampoo's mute, Tao Pei, she can't say
anything."
The older lavender haired one nodded a bit sadly, "Khu Lon sent word
that she had been cast out, though she never stated why."
"And it's unlikely she ever will," Bombay interjected, "She's been dead
for several months now."
"So I'd heard," Tao Pei looked solemn, "and although i was cast out of
the tribe, she _was_ my grandmother."
Xian Phu nodded, equally as solemn, although she was still angered by
her great-grandmother's betrayal. To be cast out, all because she could
no longer speak...
Nabiki waved aside the conversation, commanding attention be brought to
herself, so she could jump to the reason why they'd come to Tao Pei's
shop in the first place, "We need your help, Sorceress."
Tao Pei shot Xian a dark look, and the girl shrugged with a weak,
wobbly smile. Sighing, the woman returned her attention to her
daughter's companions, "What do you need my help in?"
Nabiki lifted her other hand-- the one that she not been used in her
minor castings. In doing so, she also lifted Omi's hand, as they'd knit
their fingers together as they had walked to the shop.
"The Knighting Ceremony."
---
End Chapter
Ah, I welcome you, oh evil vibes, come to me and let me keep my readers
wondering...
I do have a reason behind Nabiki's quest for power. Hmm, maybe if you
understand the whole Sorceress/Knight thing you might be able to see
where I'm headed with this bit. However, we won't get that far for
quite awhile. It's actually planned to be detailed in... well, that
would be telling, now wouldn't it. *Iori-like laughter*
And once again, we must wonder if Li Xiang's had a bit to much KOF.