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Flips nickel given to her by "Obd,Gbd" I decided to catch up with some of our fellow Nerimans while Yuka grabs the game box. . . Anybody wondering in the least about what our favorite Monkey Mummy on a pogo stick was up to?

Kho Lon had some special herbs she needed to gather.

She had a little something she wanted to "cook up" for Xian Pu and couldn't trust it to anyone else. Not that it would be easy for her. She silently reminded herself that she's not as young as she used to be. (Of course, we all knew that already, didn't we?)

Besides, Muu Tsu couldn't be trusted to do anything concerning, especially where her grand-daughter was involved, and Xian Pu was no-where to be found.

'Heh heh, once Xian Pu gets a taste of my favored curry of choice, she'll be as ready as anyone to hurry back to China, with or without whomever I choose. Because This has gone on for far too long...' Her large eyes widened farther as she cackled with delight.

Hiroshi and Daisuke looked at each other, then back at the ancient Amazon. She didn't seem to care that she was cackling in the middle of Nerima. She definitely didn't seem to notice an Amazon with long black hair carrying a Cat Café take-out box on a bus rushing by her.

"Any idea what that was about?"

"Uh-uh. You?"

"Nope."

Yuka shoved some boxes aside in the attic. She was through with picking them up and carefully setting them down again as though each one contained priceless heirlooms. Nothing had been broken- at least she hadn't heard anything shatter. The large brown cubes of cardboard were starting to perturb her calm demeanor. Or maybe it was just the growling within. No matter what it was, it was enough to make time pass a little quicker due to her adrenaline. All seven minutes of rearranging boxes to find the game drawer.

"Ah-HA!" She wiped her forehead with a dusty hand. "There you are." The deceptively named "game drawer" was actually a rather large trunk.

Grabbing one of the handles, she tugged.

And tugged.

And tugged.

'So much for taking it downstairs, guess I'll have to pick a game up here.' Yuka stooped in front of clasp and toyed with the key around her neck that was traditionally kept in the key jar on her mother's desk. "Let's get you open."

For a little bit it didn't seem like the key wouldn't really work. But only a little bit.

'clik' "YES!"

Downstairs, her mom jumped. 'I guess she found it.'

Before long, she had grabbed some choice selections and headed downstairs. Needless to say, the ouija board was not among them. Somewhere deep within both the house and the trunk, spirits sighed in frustration.

"What? No twister mat?" teased Yuka's mother.

"Very funny. Besides, we'd need someone to spin." Yuka laid out each of the games. "We've got Monopoly, Clue, Go, Chess, and a deck of cards," She paused, holding up a finger. "Wait a sec." She counted the deck to see if all the cards were there. 'Whew, a full deck.'

"Aaaaand Uno," reminded her mother. "Any requests?"

"Uno."

"Uno?"

"Uno." Yuka smiled innocently. "Why? You had something else in mind, Mom?"

"Clue. . . and Chess is always good." She was grasping for games that could be played by two people. Uno games for two are always way too short.

"Clue then. But I get to be Miss Scarlett."

"Fine with me, I wanted to be Ms. Peacock anyway."

Shuffling the cards, Yuka heard her stomach growl a bit. Her mom was fishing in the box for the pieces and setting up the board.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"How long ago did I call the-" 'chirring ring ring ' "Never mind." Yuka hopped off the couch and looked at her mother in askance.

"What?"

"The money. . ."

"Me? I thought you were springing!" Yuka narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "It's by the door, kiddo." With Ranmaish speed, she blurred past her mother, grabbed the money, and flung open the door.

She was eye-to-eye with her Mystery Man.

"Uh. . ." she quickly took a step back.

"Ramen order for two, delivered within half an hour." He pulled his triple-thick glasses down from where they were perched on his head to read the bill. "One bowl shrimp, One bowl chicken, four fishcakes, and a medium rice. . ."

Yuka was looking at him like she was seeing things. She almost had the urge to pinch herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming. After all, being in Nerima did tend to give people really frightening nightmares.

". . . and some coupons. It comes to 1600 yen less tax." 'and tip' he secretly thought. Looking up, he noticed exactly how glazed over the girl's eyes looked. "Miss?"

The Tip. He had gotten there in less than half an hour. Her mom wasn't paying it.

"Miss?" Yuka snapped back to the abnormality that is Nerima.

"Oh, yes. I have your money- upstairs. . . won't you come in?"

She dashed upstairs and he was left in the doorway.

He took two cautious steps inside.

A woman who couldn't have been older than 36 walked up to him. "So you're the loyal employee who my daughter promised 20 percent." Upstairs looting her pockets for spare yen, Yuka sneezed.

Meanwhile, her mother looked Muu Tsu up and down. She bit her lip and circled him once. He couldn't help feeling a bit like a piece of meat. Of course, usually when he got that look, he was in his cursed form. 'He's worth the 20.' The woman nodded and motioned for him to follow her.

Muu Tsu pulled the bowls out of the carrying box one by one and placed them on the buffet. When he was all done, Yuka appeared at the top of the stairs. By that time, he had already put his glasses back on top of his head.

Yuka carefully gripped the total sum of yen in her hand; it wouldn't do to drop it on the steps on the way down. That is, if she didn't pull an Akane and trip. Which she almost did.

Almost.

The house seemed very familiar to Muu Tsu, but he brushed it from his mind. The counter at the Cat Café was being tended by someone who owed the Amazon a favor, and he didn't totally trust him. But then again, Muu Tsu never really ever trusted Ranma. If anything would happen to Kho Lon's shop, he'd be as good as stewed duck. You can see why he was anxious to get back.

"I have your money right here." He swiveled his head to the door- there was a slightly familiar blur there waving something. No more familiar than any other blur, but he walked towards it anyway.

Yuka blushed. His eyes really were handsome. She tried not to think about everything that had happened that afternoon and pressed the money into his hand.

"2000 yen. Keep the change."

He hid the cash somewhere within his robes and conveyed his appreciation. When his hand reappeared, it held a Cat Café flier with several coupons on it. "Feel free to use these next time you order from us."

"Thank you." He stepped outside. "Thanks for the great afternoon, too." The door quickly slammed behind him.

"Th-th-the Afternoon?"

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