The Children of The Agency
Chpater One: Explaining
A/N Finally have a tittle!
The blue-raven haired girl walked silently into the Holiday Inn, glancing around at the other waiting people. They seemed unaware of her presence, and that included the desk clerk who was currently helping a tough looking man find a room. Not wanting to waiting, she walked up steadily and interupted them. She stepped around the buff man, her attention on the clerk. "A room on the highest floor with a balcany, please."
The clerk was stunned that this young woman would have the nerve to cut in line, renting a highest room even. Then he noticed the marking crest on her clothes, a sliver dragon around a black and blue jeweled sword, a pheonix in an arrow shape for her personal crest. He quickley set to work at the computer, knowing what her clothes meant; she was a high ranking in the Angency, an organization that had a high impact on hotels and most other chain buisnesses. If the manager was here, she would probably be showing this teen to her room herself.
The tough guy wasn't at all happy at being ignored. He didn't know what the crests meant, since he was from Canada and wasn't in the fast food buisness or any other public place that knew about the Agency. All he knew was that he was being ignored because of some teenage punk that the clerk, in his twenties or so, probably had a crush on now. Glaring at the amber eyed girl, he lumbered up to her, standing right by her shoulder. "What do you think yer doin', girl?" he asked threateningly in English, since he didn't know Japanese. She looked like a foreinger to him as well, with her wide cat-like eyes and European featurs. His voice also had a French accent, as he was bilinguale to French.
The amber eyed girl just ignored him, excepting the cardkey to her room. It was the penthouse apartement, the one that only speceil guests stayed in. That wasn't a surprise to her, since she knew what Father's reputation was. Not nessisarily Father's, though, the Angency its self was widely know. Now to get rid of this bothersome fellow with the big ego and small brain.
He didn't like to be ignored, especially when he was talking to someone. What infuriated him even more was being ignored when he was threatening or talking to someone. No one ignored the Great Clyde and got away with it! All he could think of to do was attack her. Big mistake, for him of course.
As Clyde charged at the girl, she sidestepped and tripped him. Caught off balance, he stumbled a few feet into a potted plant and kept going. He next ran into an old lady, knocking her over, and then smashed into the concreate wall. He left his impretion there, a bump in the flat surface. When he come to-thirty minutes later- she was gone. He shook fist at the staring croud, vowing to get revenge on the insolent girl who dared to cross him.
The clerk, now on his brake, sweatdropped as the man started yelling threats to empty air. He knew better than to mess with a Watcher from the Agency. They made sure first time Feildsman didn't mess up a mition, meaning they were fully quilified and efitionent. He stared back to his book, tittled: The Agency. It had all the information for regular people, mostly employes where the members would be staying, needed to know about them. It had the crests and ranks, nothing about their daily life or fighting skills, though. He stared at the page he had just turned, skocked for the third time that day.
A picture of the crest the girl wore as her personal simble tittled the page, followed by a description of those who used it.
'The highest ranking Watchers use this as a house simble. It takes thirty to fifty years to complete training, usually, and sometimes even more time. Only the highest quilifed and trusted in the final testing are even made a canidate. The ones who prevail join the Children, an elite group highered as bodyguards or join the army speceil forcesses. Most are male, and only five females have passed the entrence exam.'
Tendo Dojo
The short haired girl held out the clipboard for Nabiki to sign, smiling slightly. She was still dripping wet, and the huge package beside her was as well. She'd carried it safely in her sleave all the way here. It would have been hard for anyone else besides her to, since she was a master of Hidden Weapons, just like Mousse.
The family was gathered for dinner, Gemma a panda and Ranma a dripping female. Akane was glaring at her fiance after some misunderstanding, Soun eating and Kasumi smiling airily. Nabiki had been expecting the package, knowing it would come anyday now but not knowing it would be hand delivered. She signed the paper, never taking her attention off the unusual dilivery girl. She might be cursed like Ranma, for all anyone knew.
The girl's sapphire eyes were wandering, taking everything in. Was it just her, or was the room spinning? Kasumi rushed to the girl's side as she fainted, kneeling by her in concern. It was decided she would stay in the oldest daughter's room, with the owner to care for the teen.
As the now-male Ranma carried the unconcious person to Kasumi's room, he hoped she wouldn't bring trouble. If he had another fiancee, he'd go crazy. Aleast she seemed like a normal girl.
Kasumi closed the door behind Ranma, making sure to lock it and ward the walls until they were sound proof. She'd requested help from the home office, and they'd sent a newbee. If her senses were right, this was one of the Cursed, Yashima maybe. She knelt beside her ordered help, hoping the girl's fever would brake soon. It had been a long time since she'd acted like her real self, not the airheaded oldest daughter Father had trained her to be.
The said girl mumbled in her sleep, fever dreams occupying her subconcous.
Holiday Inn
The amber eyed girl sighed, snapping out of her watching daze. She'd seen Yashima cullapse in fever, and knew all that had just happened at the Tendo Dojo. The black pig was staring at her, used to the girl's far off gaze. After all, he'd spent months at the Agency in the Childrens' company. She was the oldest of them, her blood not letting her age past sixteen or seventeen. She was older than her Father, he knew.
The girl smiled at him, something she did often enough, even if it didn't reach her eyes. He knew her loneliness, he was alone all the time, even if people were around. He hoped she had orders to remove his curse, not just to Watch and wait.
She read his thoughts and shook her head, sad at not being able to help her friend. After saving himfrom her Sister and some other Novices she'd found out about his curse, the hard way. He knew about hers, the pain of all the knowledge she knew and the power she held. "I'm sorry, Ryo-san. I have orders only to observe the Tendo family and your rival Ranma. There has been a Fieldman there for a while, but she requested held. Her partner as well is having trouble helping the power problem. Tomarrow I will transfer to their school, since the Feildman sent has come down with a fever. It will brake in a week, and he will still be weak for a few days after."
Ryouga nodded, anticabating this. All the time he'd spent with the girl, he'd learned a thing or too about reading future plans. He was still in pig form, so his answer was bwee and snorting. The amber eyed girl understood, of course. It was in her blood.
The girl's face turned to consontration as she pulled a silver chain from her pocket. Silver was her mineral essence, part of her lifeblood and spirit. Her Energy was silver as well, a redish one though. Her aura shone her Energy color, engulfing P-chan as well. "Temporary complete!" was the only noise in the quiet silence, there was nothing else to call it.
The light died down, and a human Ryouga sat beside the girl, completely naked but a pig no more. The cursed boy was happy, until the amber eyed girl warned him, "This is only temporary. It should last a week at most, so try not to get splashed with cold water in that time. If you do, and someone who knows about the curse sees you, you'll have to explain." Ryouga's happiness dropped, and he almost became despressed, something the amber eyed girl didn't want. "Don't forget to put some clothes on, Ryo-san," she added, leaving the room.
Ryouga, blushing horribly, tried to find some. He only ended up in a closet, and waited for Tenshi to find him. That's what she said to call her, he remembered, clutching the sheet he'd taken from the bed tighter around him. The other girls had called her Sensei, everyone but her Sister. Her sister just called her girl or other names not worth repeating.
Light awoke him from memories, as the girl opened the door he squinted at her. She held clothes in her hand, a sleeping outfit for him to borrow. She handed them to him and closed the door again, waiting for him to change.
When he was decent, she opened the door again and smirked. She'd changed from her day training clothes to night clothes, loose fire-red pants and a chinese-style black shirt with emborded phoenixes, her personal animal. His was smililair, a black outfit with yellow emborded wolves, his personal animal while staying with the Agency.
Tenshi smiled at him, knowing he was uncomfortable. The clothes were his, which she had storied in a parallel demention until now. They fit a little tightly, but they were comfortable to move in. "Would you like to talk, Okami? I haven't seen you in so long, and your parents even met at one of out Sights." Sights were outposts, places to watch a town and keep the Energy in order. If places becrme over active in Energy, such as Nerima, Feildman partners was sent to moniter the sorce.
Ryouga just nodded, not sure what to say. She was one of the only girls nice to him, and he wasn't shy around her at all. She reminded him of a sister, and he knew she considered him a brother. That was their odd relationship, contrary to what some residents of the Agency might think.
The eternally lost boy was awoken from his thoughts by a dragging sensation. His 'sister' was dragging him by the arm to the bedroom beside hers.
When Ryouga began to walk on his own, Tenshi droped his arm. They would share a bathroom, since their rooms were connected by one. Ryouga would be shy to using it, she knew, and didn't want to make her friend uncomfortable. There was no helping it, anyway. She forsaw something that no one, not even Father, new. Something she would keep to herself until the time was right to tell.
As they entered the Western style room the male martial artist would be using, his friend smiled at him. A real smile, not a fake one for the outside world. He knew what was coming. The Question.
"Did you befeat Ranma yet, Ryo-san?"
He'd excepted it, and knew she would be either sypathetic or disappoited if she knew the answer. But he had to tell the truth. She could read his mind anyway, if she wanted. "No," was the only simple, painful answer he could give.
After a few moments of silence, all he heard was a sigh. "You know I can't remove your curse unless you deat him. He's the one who pushed you in, after all." She was only following the rules. If it was an accident that put the curse on them, she could remove it instently, no questions asked. If you were pushed or jumped in of your own free will, you had to defeat the one who caused the curse or find your true self, if you already hadn't. Ryouga hadn't found his true self, which could only be brought out by your soulmate or selfless acts, or defeated Ranma, who caused the curse.
Ryouga just nodded, not looking Tenshi in the eye. "Get some rest, then. We'll talk more tommarow. And I'll need my the other Form you can help me with." Ryouga just nodded again, unsettled by her last comment. He knew how to help all too well.
Meanwhile, at the Tendo Dojo
Ranma was in pain, Akane was fuming, Soun was crying, Panda Genma was playing with a ball and Nabiki was taking pictures to sell to Kuno. The two Feildman slept in Kasumi's room, one awake and the other in a feverish sleep. The oldest Tendo daughter knew she'd have to pay a visit to her partner tommarow, along with Ranma. He needed some fixing up, after flying Akane Air five times in the same day.
She sighed, turning over to get comfortable. Tommarow would be an interesting day, just like always.
A/N I hoped you liked it! If you would like to veiw the layout of the penthouse where Ryouga and Tenshi are staying, cut and paste: Ultra-- Thank you for reviewing and the tittle suggestions.
Inu-Angel Z
Chpater One: Explaining
A/N Finally have a tittle!
The blue-raven haired girl walked silently into the Holiday Inn, glancing around at the other waiting people. They seemed unaware of her presence, and that included the desk clerk who was currently helping a tough looking man find a room. Not wanting to waiting, she walked up steadily and interupted them. She stepped around the buff man, her attention on the clerk. "A room on the highest floor with a balcany, please."
The clerk was stunned that this young woman would have the nerve to cut in line, renting a highest room even. Then he noticed the marking crest on her clothes, a sliver dragon around a black and blue jeweled sword, a pheonix in an arrow shape for her personal crest. He quickley set to work at the computer, knowing what her clothes meant; she was a high ranking in the Angency, an organization that had a high impact on hotels and most other chain buisnesses. If the manager was here, she would probably be showing this teen to her room herself.
The tough guy wasn't at all happy at being ignored. He didn't know what the crests meant, since he was from Canada and wasn't in the fast food buisness or any other public place that knew about the Agency. All he knew was that he was being ignored because of some teenage punk that the clerk, in his twenties or so, probably had a crush on now. Glaring at the amber eyed girl, he lumbered up to her, standing right by her shoulder. "What do you think yer doin', girl?" he asked threateningly in English, since he didn't know Japanese. She looked like a foreinger to him as well, with her wide cat-like eyes and European featurs. His voice also had a French accent, as he was bilinguale to French.
The amber eyed girl just ignored him, excepting the cardkey to her room. It was the penthouse apartement, the one that only speceil guests stayed in. That wasn't a surprise to her, since she knew what Father's reputation was. Not nessisarily Father's, though, the Angency its self was widely know. Now to get rid of this bothersome fellow with the big ego and small brain.
He didn't like to be ignored, especially when he was talking to someone. What infuriated him even more was being ignored when he was threatening or talking to someone. No one ignored the Great Clyde and got away with it! All he could think of to do was attack her. Big mistake, for him of course.
As Clyde charged at the girl, she sidestepped and tripped him. Caught off balance, he stumbled a few feet into a potted plant and kept going. He next ran into an old lady, knocking her over, and then smashed into the concreate wall. He left his impretion there, a bump in the flat surface. When he come to-thirty minutes later- she was gone. He shook fist at the staring croud, vowing to get revenge on the insolent girl who dared to cross him.
The clerk, now on his brake, sweatdropped as the man started yelling threats to empty air. He knew better than to mess with a Watcher from the Agency. They made sure first time Feildsman didn't mess up a mition, meaning they were fully quilified and efitionent. He stared back to his book, tittled: The Agency. It had all the information for regular people, mostly employes where the members would be staying, needed to know about them. It had the crests and ranks, nothing about their daily life or fighting skills, though. He stared at the page he had just turned, skocked for the third time that day.
A picture of the crest the girl wore as her personal simble tittled the page, followed by a description of those who used it.
'The highest ranking Watchers use this as a house simble. It takes thirty to fifty years to complete training, usually, and sometimes even more time. Only the highest quilifed and trusted in the final testing are even made a canidate. The ones who prevail join the Children, an elite group highered as bodyguards or join the army speceil forcesses. Most are male, and only five females have passed the entrence exam.'
Tendo Dojo
The short haired girl held out the clipboard for Nabiki to sign, smiling slightly. She was still dripping wet, and the huge package beside her was as well. She'd carried it safely in her sleave all the way here. It would have been hard for anyone else besides her to, since she was a master of Hidden Weapons, just like Mousse.
The family was gathered for dinner, Gemma a panda and Ranma a dripping female. Akane was glaring at her fiance after some misunderstanding, Soun eating and Kasumi smiling airily. Nabiki had been expecting the package, knowing it would come anyday now but not knowing it would be hand delivered. She signed the paper, never taking her attention off the unusual dilivery girl. She might be cursed like Ranma, for all anyone knew.
The girl's sapphire eyes were wandering, taking everything in. Was it just her, or was the room spinning? Kasumi rushed to the girl's side as she fainted, kneeling by her in concern. It was decided she would stay in the oldest daughter's room, with the owner to care for the teen.
As the now-male Ranma carried the unconcious person to Kasumi's room, he hoped she wouldn't bring trouble. If he had another fiancee, he'd go crazy. Aleast she seemed like a normal girl.
Kasumi closed the door behind Ranma, making sure to lock it and ward the walls until they were sound proof. She'd requested help from the home office, and they'd sent a newbee. If her senses were right, this was one of the Cursed, Yashima maybe. She knelt beside her ordered help, hoping the girl's fever would brake soon. It had been a long time since she'd acted like her real self, not the airheaded oldest daughter Father had trained her to be.
The said girl mumbled in her sleep, fever dreams occupying her subconcous.
Holiday Inn
The amber eyed girl sighed, snapping out of her watching daze. She'd seen Yashima cullapse in fever, and knew all that had just happened at the Tendo Dojo. The black pig was staring at her, used to the girl's far off gaze. After all, he'd spent months at the Agency in the Childrens' company. She was the oldest of them, her blood not letting her age past sixteen or seventeen. She was older than her Father, he knew.
The girl smiled at him, something she did often enough, even if it didn't reach her eyes. He knew her loneliness, he was alone all the time, even if people were around. He hoped she had orders to remove his curse, not just to Watch and wait.
She read his thoughts and shook her head, sad at not being able to help her friend. After saving himfrom her Sister and some other Novices she'd found out about his curse, the hard way. He knew about hers, the pain of all the knowledge she knew and the power she held. "I'm sorry, Ryo-san. I have orders only to observe the Tendo family and your rival Ranma. There has been a Fieldman there for a while, but she requested held. Her partner as well is having trouble helping the power problem. Tomarrow I will transfer to their school, since the Feildman sent has come down with a fever. It will brake in a week, and he will still be weak for a few days after."
Ryouga nodded, anticabating this. All the time he'd spent with the girl, he'd learned a thing or too about reading future plans. He was still in pig form, so his answer was bwee and snorting. The amber eyed girl understood, of course. It was in her blood.
The girl's face turned to consontration as she pulled a silver chain from her pocket. Silver was her mineral essence, part of her lifeblood and spirit. Her Energy was silver as well, a redish one though. Her aura shone her Energy color, engulfing P-chan as well. "Temporary complete!" was the only noise in the quiet silence, there was nothing else to call it.
The light died down, and a human Ryouga sat beside the girl, completely naked but a pig no more. The cursed boy was happy, until the amber eyed girl warned him, "This is only temporary. It should last a week at most, so try not to get splashed with cold water in that time. If you do, and someone who knows about the curse sees you, you'll have to explain." Ryouga's happiness dropped, and he almost became despressed, something the amber eyed girl didn't want. "Don't forget to put some clothes on, Ryo-san," she added, leaving the room.
Ryouga, blushing horribly, tried to find some. He only ended up in a closet, and waited for Tenshi to find him. That's what she said to call her, he remembered, clutching the sheet he'd taken from the bed tighter around him. The other girls had called her Sensei, everyone but her Sister. Her sister just called her girl or other names not worth repeating.
Light awoke him from memories, as the girl opened the door he squinted at her. She held clothes in her hand, a sleeping outfit for him to borrow. She handed them to him and closed the door again, waiting for him to change.
When he was decent, she opened the door again and smirked. She'd changed from her day training clothes to night clothes, loose fire-red pants and a chinese-style black shirt with emborded phoenixes, her personal animal. His was smililair, a black outfit with yellow emborded wolves, his personal animal while staying with the Agency.
Tenshi smiled at him, knowing he was uncomfortable. The clothes were his, which she had storied in a parallel demention until now. They fit a little tightly, but they were comfortable to move in. "Would you like to talk, Okami? I haven't seen you in so long, and your parents even met at one of out Sights." Sights were outposts, places to watch a town and keep the Energy in order. If places becrme over active in Energy, such as Nerima, Feildman partners was sent to moniter the sorce.
Ryouga just nodded, not sure what to say. She was one of the only girls nice to him, and he wasn't shy around her at all. She reminded him of a sister, and he knew she considered him a brother. That was their odd relationship, contrary to what some residents of the Agency might think.
The eternally lost boy was awoken from his thoughts by a dragging sensation. His 'sister' was dragging him by the arm to the bedroom beside hers.
When Ryouga began to walk on his own, Tenshi droped his arm. They would share a bathroom, since their rooms were connected by one. Ryouga would be shy to using it, she knew, and didn't want to make her friend uncomfortable. There was no helping it, anyway. She forsaw something that no one, not even Father, new. Something she would keep to herself until the time was right to tell.
As they entered the Western style room the male martial artist would be using, his friend smiled at him. A real smile, not a fake one for the outside world. He knew what was coming. The Question.
"Did you befeat Ranma yet, Ryo-san?"
He'd excepted it, and knew she would be either sypathetic or disappoited if she knew the answer. But he had to tell the truth. She could read his mind anyway, if she wanted. "No," was the only simple, painful answer he could give.
After a few moments of silence, all he heard was a sigh. "You know I can't remove your curse unless you deat him. He's the one who pushed you in, after all." She was only following the rules. If it was an accident that put the curse on them, she could remove it instently, no questions asked. If you were pushed or jumped in of your own free will, you had to defeat the one who caused the curse or find your true self, if you already hadn't. Ryouga hadn't found his true self, which could only be brought out by your soulmate or selfless acts, or defeated Ranma, who caused the curse.
Ryouga just nodded, not looking Tenshi in the eye. "Get some rest, then. We'll talk more tommarow. And I'll need my the other Form you can help me with." Ryouga just nodded again, unsettled by her last comment. He knew how to help all too well.
Meanwhile, at the Tendo Dojo
Ranma was in pain, Akane was fuming, Soun was crying, Panda Genma was playing with a ball and Nabiki was taking pictures to sell to Kuno. The two Feildman slept in Kasumi's room, one awake and the other in a feverish sleep. The oldest Tendo daughter knew she'd have to pay a visit to her partner tommarow, along with Ranma. He needed some fixing up, after flying Akane Air five times in the same day.
She sighed, turning over to get comfortable. Tommarow would be an interesting day, just like always.
A/N I hoped you liked it! If you would like to veiw the layout of the penthouse where Ryouga and Tenshi are staying, cut and paste: Ultra-- Thank you for reviewing and the tittle suggestions.
Inu-Angel Z