Disclaimer: The concept of aquatransexuals and aquapseudoanimals, cursed to change in cold water belongs solely to Rumiko Takahashi- creator of Ranma ½. The concept of this particular fic belongs to me. All characters portrayed in this fic belong to Ms. Takahashi. My socks STILL belong to me. And I'm still waiting for someone to sue me for them. Any takers?

Hmmm. . . I had a hard time getting into poor Muu Tsu's mind, but decided to give it a shot anyway. Muu Tsu's point of view, then I lapse into third again. (I'm lazy. Gimme a break.)

And awaaaaay we go!

I'm back at the Cat Café.

I can see the old ghoul's blur as she orders me around. Despite myself, I'm doing my best to keep up with her demands.

It wasn't my fault that I got caught up with Xian Pu. . . NO! with that other girl earlier in the day.

"Clean that up, Mr. Part-timer!"

I apologize profusely and tip down my coke-bottles so I can see exactly what I spilled- an order of shrimp ramen. This calls for a mop. I smirk, thinking about a certain other martial artist with a bandana. At least when I open a closet door I have a reason.

Why Saotome and Akane Tendo decided to bring me back is a mystery to me.

Right now, it seems as though it was just because Kho Lon was short of help. She wasted no time in pulling out the kettle, dousing me in warm water, and then sending me to work. I was sure my beloved Xian Pu would be here waiting for me to come back, but she was no-where to be found.

Come to think of it, I wouldn't have been in much of a position to converse with her anyway. That's all I want. It's to be able to see her every day and sleep by her side every night.

But even as I stand, sopping up spilled ramen, I know that my eyes betrayed her completely. They wandered to another maiden, and I couldn't even tell the difference. She wasn't a warrior. She definitely wasn't an Amazon. She wasn't Chinese. She wasn't Xian Pu.

All done. Mop and bucket go back in closet before anything can happen to them… or me. It wouldn't be worthwhile for me to get small and feathery when I'm on the job. The first few weeks after I got back from the springs I noticed something. Whenever I'm trying to stay dry, I'm more likely to get wet. If there is a way for water to get near me- via bucket, hose, or old lady- it will get me wet.

In fact, if the ramen I work with during the warmer seasons wasn't warm, I'd be a duck almost every other time I'd have to deliver an order to a table.

Speaking of which, Xian Pu has been going on orders and Kho Lon wants me to man the phone lines while she takes care of a few things. Fine with me. Of course, I'd rather be here with Xian Pu, but the lull brought on by Uc-chan's Okonomiyaki special this week is a welcome break nonetheless. Besides, I learned a long time ago not to ask what Kho Lon was planning when she gets that little glint in her eye. If I hadn't still had my glasses on at the time, then I might not have seen it.

It's better that I did.

"Ringding-ringding!" Hmph. The order phone would ring as soon as I take the counter.

"Hello, Cat Café. We've got the noodles for your nibbles." (Don't ask. Just Don't Ask.)

"Hi, we'd like to order some ramen to be delivered within the hour. We're kinda hungry."

That voice! Where do I know it from?

"You still there? Hello?"

"Uh, yes. Yes cough what flavor do you want?" Not duck. Not duck. Not duck. Not duck. Not duck. Not duck. Not duck. Not duck.

"Chicken? Or Shrimp if you have it." I let my breath out slowly. "Do you have any specials?"

Ugh. I knew that was coming. Does no-one in this town get our coupons?

"We have a special on three-for-one delivery during this week, as well as the coupons that may have been sent to your house." There. That should take care of it.

"What coupons?"

Or not. I clear my throat again.

"Not only is there the current special of three-for-one; there is also a tasty 2500 yen variety pack which comes with four bowls, six fishcakes, and a family-style rice; there is a 1600 yen feast for two, which is two bowls, four fishcakes, and a medium rice; there is-"

"We'll take it. One bowl shrimp ramen. One chicken. 20 percent gratuity if you get it over here within the next thirty minutes."

"Yes, Miss!" I take down her address and realize that no-one is around to take it to her but me. This could be a problem. "We'll get it to you as soon as possible."

Yuka hung up the phone and turned to her mom. "It should be here within the hour. Geez, what's with the arched eyebrow?"

"20 Gratuity? You do realize that's coming out of your allowance."

"But Mom!" Yuka protested, watching her mother smirk at her. She turned on her chibi-eyes, knowing the effect that they should have on her mother.

"You know, Yuka, when I was in college our sorority only tipped 20 percent if we thought the deliverer was cute." The sparkling disappeared completely. She hopped on a stool next to the bar in their kitchen wall.

"Really?"

"Mm-hm. Or if he really looked stressed."

"Wow." They sat in silence for a few minutes, Yuka's mind still whirling with the thought- what if... "What should we do to kill time? We have at least half an hour if my bribe doesn't work."

"You can check the game drawer."

"The game drawer? But that thing hasn't been touched in ages! Didn't it have some sort of weird curse on it?"

Yuka's mom sweatdropped. "Of course not."

"All right!" Yuka threw her hands up in the air and went after the drawer which hadn't been opened since they had first moved to Nerima- the first night they came.

And that's that! Too short? Too pointless? That's why I need your feedback. Tell me what you thought! Tell me if I did right by one of my favorite bishies! Tell me if you have anything to add! Do you like it? Do you hate it?