Chapter1, A Chinese tale
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"Ouch, Gomenasai Takahashi-sama. Yes, Ranma belong to you and yes, you're the greatest."
Much scrapping and bowing follows.
It was a relatively slow night and she was bored. But that was hardly new; it had been the same since that faithful day.
Huh, Shampoo sighed for what must be the thousandth time as she tried to shake the painful memory from her mine.
Elder Khu Lon stared at her great grand daughter's haunted and forlorn face once again. It was hard to believe that, one with a frown that deep is the very same bubbly and care-free person her great grand daughter once was. But then again time changes and people changes. And what she has to go through was more than enough to break many lesser warriors.
Ring! Ring!
Khu Lon hopped onto her staff and pogoed to the phone, displaying amazing skill and agility a person half her age would kill to have.
"Nekohanten, good evening. What can I do for you?" she inquired in perfectly accented Japanese.
"I would like to place an order. One Nekohanten's special please. Can you deliver it to 25th floor on the Mizuhashi Tower?"
'Mizuhashi, that's all the way down to Shibuya. No one only a ramen from that far away. Probably just an old letch getting his jollies.'The matricarh thought before replying "I'm sorry we do not deliver outside Nerima"
"I know it's a fair bit of distance but I'll pay extra, please I've heard your ramens are quite delicious" the man practically whined.
The aged woman pondered this for a second. While it was obvious he wanted Shampoo not ramen, the chance of him getting what he wanted from the young amazon was laughable. Beside it couldn't hurt to let her great grand daughter out from Nerima once in a while. The ward reek bad memory.
"Shampoo, you have a delivery to make. Prepare a Nekohanten special, I'll draw you a map." she yelled.
For most people, traveling at a speed of over 50 kilometers per hour by hopping from one roof top to another on a bicycle is a task best left to suicidal stuntmen. For Shampoo however, it's all in a day (and night, she thought hatefully) work.
She sighed as she break and flipped off the bike in one smooth motion and without thinking about her death-defying feats she just performed, start walking down the stair to deliver her ramen.
She stopped at the door of her customer, composed herself forming an image of womanly perfection and said in her best chirpy voice, "Nekohanten's Delivery"
The man who opened the door for her was fat and bald. He also had a smile that seemed lecherous rather than welcoming. She eyed him warily as he hold the door open while she walked in.
She frowned when she heard the door clicked lock behind her. It was a classic set up like her great grand mother had said.
"Humph, let him try. I'll enjoy beating up a sleazy male like him" she thought hatefully.
She mentally gritted her teeth and said with a cheery smile on her face, "One Nekohanten special for you Mister Customer."
She felt like banging her head against a wall. Four years in Japan had enabled her to speak Japanese without a noticeable accent, but her great grand mother insisted that she kept up her act as some customers like having a vivacious and bubbly girl serve their food. She hated it when some like it too much.
She was putting the tray on the messy working desk when she sensed a hand coming dangerously close to her shapely rear. With a well horned reflex, she turned around and slapped the offending hand away.
"Perverted customer no touch Shampoo or Shampoo hurt bad" she growled, unbridled fury burning in her eyes.
"……Shampoo" She heard someone whispered. Her eyes narrowed as she searched the dimly lid room. Suddenly, she felt a huge concentration of chi.
"What's wrong dear" asked the confused man.
She ignored him and crept slowly across the carpet, her feet spread, and ready for any form of attacks.
A stray moonlight played across the room, unveiling the shadow and for a brief moment she can see the silhouetted figure's face.
She gasped. Even though it had been years since she last seen him, the familiarity was undeniable. The handsome face she remembered had (as impossible is it sound) become more chiseled and well-defined.
She walked to him slowly, fear paralyzing her body. Fear that if she rushed to him, he would disappear like the morning mist. Like in all those dreams haunted her night after night. Her mouth moved as if it has mind of its own and the words came unbiddingly from her lips.
"….Airen" she whispered in a voice almost too quite to hear.
"Wan shang hao, lao puo" (1) the man replied warmly with a smile that took her breath away.
Shampoo practically swooned. Ranma, her husband who she was about to give up on finding, the husband who had always shy away from her touch had just called her "Wife", and what more? He said it in her native tongue, without a traceable accent to boot.
She reached out and let her fingers traced the smooth outline of his face. Suddenly she threw herself at him and clanged on to like he was a life-support, as if she was afraid he would disappears if she let go.
Shampoo was bawling her eyes out when she felt a slight tap at the base of her neck. She blinked once then fell into the blissful embrace of sleep.
The young assassin sighed as he looked up from the crumpled form of the young woman that called herself his wife. Without a paused, he whipped out his pistol and put two rounds of lead in between his target's eyes.
He calmly walked over to the body and put two gloved fingers against the man's neck and checked for pulses. After he confirmed the fact that his target is dead, he carefully picked up Shampoo immobile body and stealthily left the room.
(Later that night)
A beautiful young red-head was making her way down a particularly secluded alley when she was stopped by a group of ruffians.
"Hey cutie, ya wanna come and hav some fun with us" the tall in the front one asked in a deep rumbling voice which implied thatit wasn't a question.
The young woman blinked once, and then grinned happily, 'Why not? There's nothing like a good workout to clear your head' she thought as her grin turn into a sensual smile. She put her hand on her hip and struck a pose seductively. "Are you sure you boys are man enough for me?"
The leader felt a bit confused, their guest had never responded in such fashion before.
He shook his head and orders his man to grab her. The group moved menacingly toward the girl who was shaking in fear. (1)
Suddenly a cloaked figure drop in front of the group, stopping them in their track.
"Ya wanna play super hero, freak?" a burly looking man shouted
The figure turned and faced the man, whom in turn shivered. The pale moonlight reflected off his feral smile, giving off an aura that spoke of pain and death.
"Rest assures, I have no intention in interfering with your fun," the man chuckled softly before he continued. "I merely wish to speak with the lady before you begin"
For some unfathomable reason the gang of men felt a slight chill when the word fun was spoken.
The man in cloak turn to the girl, who was for some reason, quite happy with the fact that the said man will not interfered. "Orchid, Jack wants a full report on the mission" Noticing her frown, he continued hastily. "Hey, I'm only the messenger. Beside I don't think you're in trouble. When I spoke to him, he didn't seem angry, just……...you know……contemplative."
"Whatever, just tell him I'll drop by tomorrow. It's a bit late and I'll need a bath after this." She muttered, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Good night then." He said simply the promptly disappeared.
"Night Grim" Orchid said absentmindedly before tuning back to the group of men who are now backing away, their faces white with fear.
She dragged her hand sexily up her leg, parting the slit of her dress and pulled out a small caring knife from her legging. The corner of her lips crept upward, forming a predatory grin as she balanced the tip ofthe blade in her index finger.
"Let's play" She purred and leapt into the group of frighten men.
"Wake up, Xian Pu. Wake up!"
Shampoo groggily shook her head in an attempt to get rid of the haziness that shrouded her.
"What had happen Xian Pu?" Her great grandmother asked, her face masked with concern.
"I can not remember Elder. The last thing I can recall was leaving on a delivery"
Khu Lun hopped behind Shampoo and carefully put her hand on the girl's purple mane. The matriarch frowned as she examed her great grand daughter sculp.
'Humph, something is not right here. Some form of chemical blockage.' She concluded silently to herself.
"Why don't you go have some rest child, I'll investigate this matter further. No one threaten our tribe and live." Elder Khu Lun said evenly.
(1)Means "Good evening, wife" in Chinese
There you have it folk; I hope it not too bad.
Review please; I don't want to be sent to mental ward for talking to myself. I'm not THAT delusional. (yet)
Anyway, I might not update for the next 4weeks or so I'm going on a school trip to JAPANpeople JA-PAN, the origin of Mangas and Animation. OMG OMG OMG. I can't wait.
Hopefully I can update again before I go. But no promise.
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