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1. Innocent Innuendo
2. Risika Tziporah
3. Baron Hausenpheffer
4. Kaz
5. sorrowful smiles
6, Grotghash
7. kobakawa reisha
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Secret Admirer
Chapter 1- Just Another Morning
It was morning. A morning. The usual kind. And maybe that was the problem.
"That's it." Akane Tendo stood. "Ranma, I'm leaving."
"Oi! Chotto matte!" Ranma Saotome scarfed down the rest of his breakfast, stopping to choke once or twice, then ran out to meet catch up with her in a flurry of flying rice.
Katsumi Tendo did not smile. Then again, neither did she frown. Frankly, it was hard to tell how she felt about the rice grains that had been flung across her freshly cleaned tatami-matted floor, against her freshly dusted screen walls, or ultimately, on her freshly washed face. It would have been impossible to tell, actually, had it not been for the sickly green glowing chi emanating from her body. Anyone else in the room could have sworn that the temperature had been hitched up just a notch.
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"You are just too slow in the morning." Akane declared. She didn't bother to look at Ranma, but she would have flipped her hair if there had been enough of it to flip. "Next time I'm going without you."
He had jumped up onto the wire fence that ran along the side of the street, and was jogging to keep up with her. She was fast in the morning.
"Who told you to wait?"
"You did."
"No, I di- oh. Right. I did… Well who told you to do what I told you? Go ahead and leave me next time, I can get to school by myself."
He didn't expect her to stop and look up at him. Smiling. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto the fencing.
"Wanna bet?" She raised an eyebrow and gave one seemingly casual push. The fence wobbled, as did the boy on it. He wobbled so violently, in fact, that a second later he found himself floating down Nerima river in a torrent of curses, aimed at the girl slipping slowly from his line of vision. Or to be exact, her line of vision.