Broken
Shadow Knight
Chapter 2: Interlude of Darkness
OKAY!! Got another up. Hope ya like it. Oh, and just if you think this isn't a R/A while your reading this,....BELIEVE ME IT IS!!! I just need all this for the suspense and stuff.
Okay, I'll shut up now and say...
Enjoy. ^_~
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* Panda Sign's *
# Thoughts #
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As the night lazily streaked by, a soft patting of the rain is heard throughout the night. With a calming sound passing through the town, a sound heard is hardly recognizable. Yet, sharp skilled footsteps, rapping against the rooftops of Nermia, were sounded into the night air. Through the veil of darkness that grabbed the night sky, a faint glimmer of white could be seen darting quickly along the rooftops as if a nimble dancer, prancing below the moon's alluring glare.
Suddenly, as if brought forcibly to a stop, the figure stopped, landing specifically at a certain rooftop.
Holding a bamboo handle of an umbrella, the person quickly made its way down to the roofs edge, carefully balancing on the clay tiles of the roof. As it made its way to the edge, the figure leaned down on it's knees and, balancing the umbrella skillfully on one foot above it's body, swung over the edge and looked toward the wall.
A glass window stared darkly back at her as dribbles ran down its glossy face. Yet, within the moon's pale beams light dimly upon two figures within the room, a young man and a large, hairy creature. With a dark snicker on the figure's illuminated face, the figure quickly withdrew a thin hairpin from a sleeve and began to pick the outside lock that blocked any entry. Suddenly, with a satisfying, metallic click, the lock yielded under the picklock and gave entry.
Without hesitation, the figure quickly slid the window open and jumped quietly into the dark room. Quickly shutting the window shut once again silently, a feminine jaw line can be seen of the figure. As the mysterious intruder turned slightly around, the young man stirred lightly in his sleep, turning his pale face toward her. Stiffening, the girl pressed her back into the wall, hoping the shadows would provide some kind of secret veil over her.
Yet, as the boy simply smacked his lips lightly, eyes still shut tightly, she felt her body lessen from it's tense posture and relax. Moving with the grace of a feline, the girl quickly made her way over to the sleeping young man. As she sat beside his futon, she reached up a pale hand to her face and quickly pulled back a strand of purple hair that stuck to her forehead from the cold sweat that beaded her forehead.
Turning back to the boy, she sat there silently, her eyes trained on the young man's face. Abruptly, she slowly reached out a hand toward the boy's face. She hesitated slightly and then let her silky fingers brush against his skin. She quickly jerked back her fingers as if they were bitten by flames.
Then, with less hesitation this time, ran a pale finger down his face, tracing his jaw line. With a sudden sigh of contentment, she let her hand rest lightly against his cheek as she continued to gaze upon the sleeping boy's handsome features. She spoke out quietly to him.
"Shampoo wish this moment last forever," she murmured while stroking his face, "Shampoo love you Aerin. Never want Ranma to leave Shampoo. And, now Ranma won't. Never want to leave Shampoo again."
Suddenly, a fierce and possessive glint lit her eyes in violent flames. Reaching deftly to her side, Shampoo withdrew a small vial from her pocket. As the pale light hit the glass, a small glass vial of finely crushed black powder could be seen as the contents of the jar. Quickly pulling out the small wooden cork of the vial, she carefully poured the powder into one pale hand and held it firmly.
Then she uncurled her fingers and blew the powder into the boy's face.
A black cloud formed and curled itself around the boy's face. As he inhaled slowly in his sleep, the dark cloud was quickly pulled into his nostrils. Shampoo watched anxiously as the last of the powder was inhaled and escaped into his nose. Suddenly, as the black powder disappeared, the boy jerked up with quick, uneven movements until he rested, twitching lightly in a sitting position.
With a quiver and jolt, the boy's eyes snapped open. As two blank stormy blue eyes stared out with shock, a black film of inky blackness began to leak into his eyes as if a spilled bottle of ink. Convulsing, the boy continued to jolt, eyes wide open until he suddenly stopped. A pair of completely black eyes stared back at Shampoo, a glassy film sinking in.
As the boy's scratching hands stopped clicking against the floor, Shampoo cracked open her fingers that hid her face like a thick grove of trees. Letting her hands fall deftly from her face, she felt a grin grow on her face. The drug had done its job.
As the boy continued to sit there, filmy eyes wide open, she stared quietly appraised his face. #You are a worthy catch, Ranma. Any Amazon would be proud to call you her husband. But....# she faltered, #You don't seem to return those feelings that I show you. And yet... I know that you must love me. You can't possibly love the weird chef girl or the tomboyish Akane. You say so yourself.
So you have to love me.
You never say you don't like me. Why else would you always come to the Neko Haten for my loving meals for you? No, # she thought, shaking her head, # I will not let myself be doubted. I will have you for my prince. I have to...Because I love you.#
Shaking her head roughly, she discontinued her thoughts. She had to concentrate on the task at hand. She had to complete her mission in this. If she didn't, she would be shamed and left as an outsider by her Amazon village.
Shampoo knew perfectly well what this drug could make Ranma do, but she had to follow the plans. That... or she would miserably fail and never have this chance again.
Reaching out with pale fingers, she reached forward and grabbed at the boy's hollow cheeks. Bringing his face close to hers, she smiled darkly. She reached quietly behind his head and poked at a pressure point close to the splenius muscle of his neck. As she pressed this point, she looked back at his face to see if it had worked.
Sure enough, the inky blackness the drug created began to seep from his eyes and spread throughout his body. She smiled demurely at her success. Now, she had to perform the final step. She only had a few seconds to finish this task.
Pulling the boy's raven haired head closer to her, Shampoo closed her eyes as she concentrated on her task and let a quite, yet audible whisper creep into Ranma's ear.
"Ranma. You will hate the girl known as Akane Tendo for one day. I expect nothing more, nothing less," she spoke clearly in fluent Japanese, "Until I have further commands for you, rest until tomorrow. You will remember none of this, but you will obey my commands. Hate Akane and listen to me. Sleep for now, Ranma. Sleep."
As Shampoo whispered the last few words into the boy's ear, his eyes slowly fell shut like an empty tomb door. Holding him still, she gently laid him back onto his futon and let him sink into the mattress. Grinning, she pulled his cover over him and watched him silently. Then, bending slightly on her knees, she laid a hand on the futon and hung over him, inches away from his face.
Smiling she murmured,"Shampoo love you, Ranma."
Then she pressed her lips lightly on his forehead. Then, as quickly as it had come, she jerked back and quickly grabbed her umbrella she had left beside the window. Looking back one more time as she opened the window, she smiled sadly at the boy and jumped out, umbrella up and all.
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A figure in white streaked speedily along the tiled rooftops. Suddenly it stopped abruptly and jumped into a dark alley, shadowed by the night. After several moments, a delicate but agile foot stepped out of the alley and soon, a slim body follows it. In the pale moonlight, purple hair swirled in the wind of the night around a feminine face.
The figure pulled a wooden umbrella out of the alley and stepped cautiously among the pools of water littering the ground from the previously fallen rain. Slipping silently along the road, the figure's lithe form approached a small building. In the moonlight, the words Cat Cafe could be seen painted red on the sign above the doors. Stepping up to the doors of the darkened restaurant, she glared briefly at the flipped sign reading "Closed" . Reaching down to her belt, she opened a pouch and pulled out a small key.
Fitting the key into the lock, the girl screwed her eyes up from the door and looked inside to catch any signs of movement. When she felt the key fit into place, she silently pushed open the glass door. Slipping it inside, she shut the door quietly behind her, looking sharply for any people wandering around. Turning around quickly, she started to lock the door. As she did so, a figure crept out of the darkness it was hiding in. While the girl was still locking the door, she suddenly stopped as she felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Whipping herself around, she thrust a palm forward, in front of her neck, just as the sharp tip of a gnarled wooden staff struck at her. The girl held her hand there for several minutes until finally the tip of the staff was lowered from her neck to the ground. A voice spoke through the shadows of the restaurant.
"I see you haven't gotten lazy child. Very good."
As the girl looked on with expecting eyes, a small table light flickered on and cast a quivering glow around the room. Dim as it was, the girl still made out the form of a small figure perched on the top of a wooden staff. White hair spilled down the small figures back as a withered and old, but strong hand pulled a lock of the hair behind a frail ear. As the girl stood silent, gray eyes that were aged with untold wisdom studied her through the pale light.
"Did you perform the task? Did you follow my directions and do it right Shampoo?"
The girl, Shampoo, fidgeted under the calculating eyes of the figure. She never showed her fear to anyone except her. She never could look directly in those old eyes. If she did, she feared that she would lose herself in them and drown in the pools of misty gray. She feared she would lose it all and cry out for mercy. Only a glance like hers could make her flinch. She responded with all the strength she could muster so that she didn't show the fear in her voice.
"Yes, Great-grandmother, Shampoo do thing right."
Cologne, otherwise known as Shampoo's great grandmother, grinned silently in the light. She could see her granddaughter fidget under her gaze. She could sense the small, fearful aura that tainted her scent like an animal's foul urine. Yes, to others she may have been known as the fierce and intrepid Amazon warrior Shampoo, but when she was left alone with her and a mission at hand none the less, she was only a mouse, timid and shaking, to the cat.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she stared at Shampoo before she spoke and asked, "Did you issue the correct commands to the boy? Exactly as I told you to?"
Shampoo merely nodded meekly and stared at the ground.
Cologne smiled darkly, lines forming around her mouth. Yes, everything would go well now. Looking back at the nervous girl, she assured her about the mission, "Very good granddaughter. You have done well and will bring great prosperity to the Amazon tribe. With a prime male like Ranma producing offspring, we will ensure our legacy.
Tomorrow," she continued, "he will be at your command. Bidding your very will. You only have to command him correctly. Yet, we have to make sure that he shows enough cruelty toward that Tendo girl that she will learn to back off. Yes.... by the end of the month, I think we can return to China."
Flicking her aged eyes up at her granddaughter, she stared. "What are you still doing here? Go get some sleep and get ready for tomorrow. We have a lot to do and I don't want you screwing this up like all of your other trials. Now go to your room and wait until tomorrow."
As Cologne spoke these words, Shampoo seemed to stop fidgeting and simply bowed deeply in her consent to Cologne's words.
"Yes, great-grandmother."
With that, she strode quickly up the steps into her room. With a quiet click, Cologne knew her door was shut. Looking in the direction of where her granddaughter lay, she smiled slyly and reached over toward the lamp and flipped the switch. Darkness fluttered in the room in an instant. In the dark, where no one could see, words were uttered to no one.
"You will thank me for this Shampoo. Ranma will be ours."
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Wow. That took a while to revise and redo. OKAY!! ^_^ I hope ya like the story so far and I hope I kept ya entertained. Review some more and I may just add some more! ^^ PLEASE REVIEW!!! Ciao. ^_~
Shadow Knight
Chapter 2: Interlude of Darkness
OKAY!! Got another up. Hope ya like it. Oh, and just if you think this isn't a R/A while your reading this,....BELIEVE ME IT IS!!! I just need all this for the suspense and stuff.
Okay, I'll shut up now and say...
Enjoy. ^_~
~
* Panda Sign's *
# Thoughts #
~
As the night lazily streaked by, a soft patting of the rain is heard throughout the night. With a calming sound passing through the town, a sound heard is hardly recognizable. Yet, sharp skilled footsteps, rapping against the rooftops of Nermia, were sounded into the night air. Through the veil of darkness that grabbed the night sky, a faint glimmer of white could be seen darting quickly along the rooftops as if a nimble dancer, prancing below the moon's alluring glare.
Suddenly, as if brought forcibly to a stop, the figure stopped, landing specifically at a certain rooftop.
Holding a bamboo handle of an umbrella, the person quickly made its way down to the roofs edge, carefully balancing on the clay tiles of the roof. As it made its way to the edge, the figure leaned down on it's knees and, balancing the umbrella skillfully on one foot above it's body, swung over the edge and looked toward the wall.
A glass window stared darkly back at her as dribbles ran down its glossy face. Yet, within the moon's pale beams light dimly upon two figures within the room, a young man and a large, hairy creature. With a dark snicker on the figure's illuminated face, the figure quickly withdrew a thin hairpin from a sleeve and began to pick the outside lock that blocked any entry. Suddenly, with a satisfying, metallic click, the lock yielded under the picklock and gave entry.
Without hesitation, the figure quickly slid the window open and jumped quietly into the dark room. Quickly shutting the window shut once again silently, a feminine jaw line can be seen of the figure. As the mysterious intruder turned slightly around, the young man stirred lightly in his sleep, turning his pale face toward her. Stiffening, the girl pressed her back into the wall, hoping the shadows would provide some kind of secret veil over her.
Yet, as the boy simply smacked his lips lightly, eyes still shut tightly, she felt her body lessen from it's tense posture and relax. Moving with the grace of a feline, the girl quickly made her way over to the sleeping young man. As she sat beside his futon, she reached up a pale hand to her face and quickly pulled back a strand of purple hair that stuck to her forehead from the cold sweat that beaded her forehead.
Turning back to the boy, she sat there silently, her eyes trained on the young man's face. Abruptly, she slowly reached out a hand toward the boy's face. She hesitated slightly and then let her silky fingers brush against his skin. She quickly jerked back her fingers as if they were bitten by flames.
Then, with less hesitation this time, ran a pale finger down his face, tracing his jaw line. With a sudden sigh of contentment, she let her hand rest lightly against his cheek as she continued to gaze upon the sleeping boy's handsome features. She spoke out quietly to him.
"Shampoo wish this moment last forever," she murmured while stroking his face, "Shampoo love you Aerin. Never want Ranma to leave Shampoo. And, now Ranma won't. Never want to leave Shampoo again."
Suddenly, a fierce and possessive glint lit her eyes in violent flames. Reaching deftly to her side, Shampoo withdrew a small vial from her pocket. As the pale light hit the glass, a small glass vial of finely crushed black powder could be seen as the contents of the jar. Quickly pulling out the small wooden cork of the vial, she carefully poured the powder into one pale hand and held it firmly.
Then she uncurled her fingers and blew the powder into the boy's face.
A black cloud formed and curled itself around the boy's face. As he inhaled slowly in his sleep, the dark cloud was quickly pulled into his nostrils. Shampoo watched anxiously as the last of the powder was inhaled and escaped into his nose. Suddenly, as the black powder disappeared, the boy jerked up with quick, uneven movements until he rested, twitching lightly in a sitting position.
With a quiver and jolt, the boy's eyes snapped open. As two blank stormy blue eyes stared out with shock, a black film of inky blackness began to leak into his eyes as if a spilled bottle of ink. Convulsing, the boy continued to jolt, eyes wide open until he suddenly stopped. A pair of completely black eyes stared back at Shampoo, a glassy film sinking in.
As the boy's scratching hands stopped clicking against the floor, Shampoo cracked open her fingers that hid her face like a thick grove of trees. Letting her hands fall deftly from her face, she felt a grin grow on her face. The drug had done its job.
As the boy continued to sit there, filmy eyes wide open, she stared quietly appraised his face. #You are a worthy catch, Ranma. Any Amazon would be proud to call you her husband. But....# she faltered, #You don't seem to return those feelings that I show you. And yet... I know that you must love me. You can't possibly love the weird chef girl or the tomboyish Akane. You say so yourself.
So you have to love me.
You never say you don't like me. Why else would you always come to the Neko Haten for my loving meals for you? No, # she thought, shaking her head, # I will not let myself be doubted. I will have you for my prince. I have to...Because I love you.#
Shaking her head roughly, she discontinued her thoughts. She had to concentrate on the task at hand. She had to complete her mission in this. If she didn't, she would be shamed and left as an outsider by her Amazon village.
Shampoo knew perfectly well what this drug could make Ranma do, but she had to follow the plans. That... or she would miserably fail and never have this chance again.
Reaching out with pale fingers, she reached forward and grabbed at the boy's hollow cheeks. Bringing his face close to hers, she smiled darkly. She reached quietly behind his head and poked at a pressure point close to the splenius muscle of his neck. As she pressed this point, she looked back at his face to see if it had worked.
Sure enough, the inky blackness the drug created began to seep from his eyes and spread throughout his body. She smiled demurely at her success. Now, she had to perform the final step. She only had a few seconds to finish this task.
Pulling the boy's raven haired head closer to her, Shampoo closed her eyes as she concentrated on her task and let a quite, yet audible whisper creep into Ranma's ear.
"Ranma. You will hate the girl known as Akane Tendo for one day. I expect nothing more, nothing less," she spoke clearly in fluent Japanese, "Until I have further commands for you, rest until tomorrow. You will remember none of this, but you will obey my commands. Hate Akane and listen to me. Sleep for now, Ranma. Sleep."
As Shampoo whispered the last few words into the boy's ear, his eyes slowly fell shut like an empty tomb door. Holding him still, she gently laid him back onto his futon and let him sink into the mattress. Grinning, she pulled his cover over him and watched him silently. Then, bending slightly on her knees, she laid a hand on the futon and hung over him, inches away from his face.
Smiling she murmured,"Shampoo love you, Ranma."
Then she pressed her lips lightly on his forehead. Then, as quickly as it had come, she jerked back and quickly grabbed her umbrella she had left beside the window. Looking back one more time as she opened the window, she smiled sadly at the boy and jumped out, umbrella up and all.
~
A figure in white streaked speedily along the tiled rooftops. Suddenly it stopped abruptly and jumped into a dark alley, shadowed by the night. After several moments, a delicate but agile foot stepped out of the alley and soon, a slim body follows it. In the pale moonlight, purple hair swirled in the wind of the night around a feminine face.
The figure pulled a wooden umbrella out of the alley and stepped cautiously among the pools of water littering the ground from the previously fallen rain. Slipping silently along the road, the figure's lithe form approached a small building. In the moonlight, the words Cat Cafe could be seen painted red on the sign above the doors. Stepping up to the doors of the darkened restaurant, she glared briefly at the flipped sign reading "Closed" . Reaching down to her belt, she opened a pouch and pulled out a small key.
Fitting the key into the lock, the girl screwed her eyes up from the door and looked inside to catch any signs of movement. When she felt the key fit into place, she silently pushed open the glass door. Slipping it inside, she shut the door quietly behind her, looking sharply for any people wandering around. Turning around quickly, she started to lock the door. As she did so, a figure crept out of the darkness it was hiding in. While the girl was still locking the door, she suddenly stopped as she felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Whipping herself around, she thrust a palm forward, in front of her neck, just as the sharp tip of a gnarled wooden staff struck at her. The girl held her hand there for several minutes until finally the tip of the staff was lowered from her neck to the ground. A voice spoke through the shadows of the restaurant.
"I see you haven't gotten lazy child. Very good."
As the girl looked on with expecting eyes, a small table light flickered on and cast a quivering glow around the room. Dim as it was, the girl still made out the form of a small figure perched on the top of a wooden staff. White hair spilled down the small figures back as a withered and old, but strong hand pulled a lock of the hair behind a frail ear. As the girl stood silent, gray eyes that were aged with untold wisdom studied her through the pale light.
"Did you perform the task? Did you follow my directions and do it right Shampoo?"
The girl, Shampoo, fidgeted under the calculating eyes of the figure. She never showed her fear to anyone except her. She never could look directly in those old eyes. If she did, she feared that she would lose herself in them and drown in the pools of misty gray. She feared she would lose it all and cry out for mercy. Only a glance like hers could make her flinch. She responded with all the strength she could muster so that she didn't show the fear in her voice.
"Yes, Great-grandmother, Shampoo do thing right."
Cologne, otherwise known as Shampoo's great grandmother, grinned silently in the light. She could see her granddaughter fidget under her gaze. She could sense the small, fearful aura that tainted her scent like an animal's foul urine. Yes, to others she may have been known as the fierce and intrepid Amazon warrior Shampoo, but when she was left alone with her and a mission at hand none the less, she was only a mouse, timid and shaking, to the cat.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she stared at Shampoo before she spoke and asked, "Did you issue the correct commands to the boy? Exactly as I told you to?"
Shampoo merely nodded meekly and stared at the ground.
Cologne smiled darkly, lines forming around her mouth. Yes, everything would go well now. Looking back at the nervous girl, she assured her about the mission, "Very good granddaughter. You have done well and will bring great prosperity to the Amazon tribe. With a prime male like Ranma producing offspring, we will ensure our legacy.
Tomorrow," she continued, "he will be at your command. Bidding your very will. You only have to command him correctly. Yet, we have to make sure that he shows enough cruelty toward that Tendo girl that she will learn to back off. Yes.... by the end of the month, I think we can return to China."
Flicking her aged eyes up at her granddaughter, she stared. "What are you still doing here? Go get some sleep and get ready for tomorrow. We have a lot to do and I don't want you screwing this up like all of your other trials. Now go to your room and wait until tomorrow."
As Cologne spoke these words, Shampoo seemed to stop fidgeting and simply bowed deeply in her consent to Cologne's words.
"Yes, great-grandmother."
With that, she strode quickly up the steps into her room. With a quiet click, Cologne knew her door was shut. Looking in the direction of where her granddaughter lay, she smiled slyly and reached over toward the lamp and flipped the switch. Darkness fluttered in the room in an instant. In the dark, where no one could see, words were uttered to no one.
"You will thank me for this Shampoo. Ranma will be ours."
~
Wow. That took a while to revise and redo. OKAY!! ^_^ I hope ya like the story so far and I hope I kept ya entertained. Review some more and I may just add some more! ^^ PLEASE REVIEW!!! Ciao. ^_~