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That evening's session, before practice, Nabiki was approached by
Tatewaki Kuno himself. No grand entrances, no speeches; direct, and to
the point. How unusual.
"Nabiki Tendo," greeted Kuno, seemingly detached.
"Kuno-chan," returned Nabiki, with the usual coolness.
"After much consideration," started Kuno, "I have decided that
traveling to Hawaii may not be the best course of action at this time."
"And why not?" asked Nabiki, groaning to herself.
"This morning I've had a run-in with my... father," explained Kuno.
"Since he had spent three years of his life in Hawaii, and, reflecting
upon the results, I have no desire to become as he."
Nabiki laughed, the tension within released. "You're kidding!"
Kuno peered at the middle Tendo sister sternly. "I assure you, I am
not."
Nabiki put one hand on Kuno's shoulder, almost in the same manner as
the principal hours before. "You know what your problem is, Kuno-chan?
You think, since your daddy came back from Hawaii a wreck, that you
might come back a wreck as well. Don't be silly!" Putting on a serious
tone, she added, "I'll bet you're 'brilliant' and 'wise' enough to
resist the temptation of falling to Hawaiimania, Kuno-chan."
Kuno resumed a haughty air, failing to catch the trace of sarcasm in
Nabiki's voice. "That I am."
"Don't you think you deserve a break before the exams?"
"Perhaps, but time spent with this band and in Hawaii would take away
from study time."
"A risk that's well worth it," assured Nabiki. "I'm in the same boat,
remember? And, thirdly, don't you think you should do your little sister
a favor by helping her get to Hawaii?"
For a moment, Kuno remained silent, tapping his bokken instinctively.
Finally, he said, "I have considered your truthful words, Nabiki Tendo,
and I have decided to remain with your band. To this end, effective
immediately, each and every member of our band will have available to
them a personal crash tutor in their particular instrument."
He smiled widely at Nabiki. "Nothing shall stop us now!"
I'm the glue that keeps this group together and in focus, Nabiki
thought to herself smugly. Especially with the all-expenses paid trip to
Hawaii as an incentive.
That Saturday night Nabiki lay in her futon, staring at the ceiling of
her room. She thought over the past week, over the band's progress, over
her own behavior toward the band members, and one particular
confrontation with a suspicious Akane.
It was earlier that evening when Akane confronted Nabiki. The younger
Tendo had asked, "Why are you helping everybody?"
To which Nabiki replied, "You know me Akane. Hawaii is all I want."
Akane couldn't help but push the matter further. "Nabiki, you could
just as easily have hired a backup band instead. It would be just us,
Kasumi, Ranma, and Shampoo." Then realization dawned upon her. "You've
got a soft spot under that cold exterior."
Nabiki turned to her sister in shock. "Perish the thought! It wouldn't
do if it were known that Nabiki Tendo helped others for free. Everybody
knows that whatever Nabiki Tendo wants, she gets. I want Hawaii."
At that point the discussion was dropped.
Nabiki sighed as she lay under her covers in her room. Summer often
gave the middle Tendo sister a lot of time to think.
Am I getting soft? she wondered. Or was I always this way?
Nabiki Tendo was known for her cold, mercenary attitude about matters,
most prominently the wedding fiasco. She didn't mean for it to turn out
the way it did; after all, Nabiki wanted to see her sister happily
married. And getting some extra cash on the side wouldn't have hurt,
Nabiki reasoned, so she sent out extra invitations, hoping to turn a
profit. Unfortunately, the extra invitations attracted some unwanted
attention, and an unwanted result in the end. Of course that didn't stop
Nabiki from taking the guests' yen.
Nabiki was glad that everyone was okay, especially Ranma, who'd been
pounded and blown-up during the wedding. Why did she care about Ranma?
Of course, he did turn quite a profit for her, but Nabiki knew there was
the other reason too: she really did care what happened to him. Not in
the same way as Akane, but as a person, someone you know, someone who
you don't want to see harm to. Ranma always bought her cold exterior
feelings, what a dense man he was!
Of course Kasumi never bought it; she always insisted that Nabiki were
kinder and humane than she let on. Kasumi was very perceptive, if a bit
'out of it' sometimes. Or was that a clever facade as well? And Akane,
heh, she didn't catch on until... just a few hours ago? Or did Akane
know all along? Well, Nabiki never could keep anything from her sisters
for long.
Bah, she thought, better to remain cold and ruthless than display such
weakness as kindness and emotion. Better to keep your distance in case
they left for good... like Mother. Reflecting, Nabiki thought, perhaps
that's why I turned out the way I did. What would Mother say?
Unlike her father, Soun, Nabiki kept her emotions in check. Privately
she still mourned her mother, lost so suddenly. Oh, how that day
affected them all! At least Kasumi and Akane could deal with it. Well,
*maybe* Kasumi can deal with it, considering her attitude nowadays
compared to years before. Yuck, the thought of it! How could she stand
being so bright and cheery all the time?!
I hate summer, Nabiki thought. Definitely too much time to think.
It was the start of the second week since the band formed. The 'crash
tutors' Kuno hired were in fact the best in all Japan; those band
members unfamiliar with their instruments began to understand the
basics. Of course, to Nabiki's amusement, some, like Akari and Konatsu,
barely played well-enough, as they were the ones with the least musical
experience.
The evening after the day's practice, Nabiki was stopped from her trip
to her file box by Kodachi Kuno.
Kodachi bowed. "A fair evening, Nabiki Tendo."
"You too," returned Nabiki, seemingly uncaring. "What do you want?"
"Ahahahahahaha," laughed Kodachi. "Does this mean, that whenever
someone approaches you, they must desire something?"
"Yes."
"Hohohohoho, you got me there," admitted Kodachi. "Very well, direct
and to the point. If I can't sing in this group, I want out."
How did I know this was coming? Nabiki asked herself. For that matter,
it was a wonder that Ukyo didn't profess the same desire. "Why would
you, as cultured as you are, want to back-out like a whining baby?"
Kodachi's face reddened. "Why you...."
"Do you have to be so selfish, when you should be thinking about your
brother's well-being?" Nabiki continued. "Especially since he's spending
much of his time cramming for the exams?"
For a moment, Kodachi looked as if she were thinking to herself. "The
so-called 'Exam Hell' certainly is affecting poor Brother-dearest,"
admitted Kodachi reflectively, thinking to Kuno's preparations during
his final year at Furinkan. "He has been rather... tense, lately.
Perhaps there's wisdom in your words, Nabiki Tendo, it's time I got my
brother back!"
Good thing she forgot about the singing, Nabiki thought smugly. Not a
snowball's chance in hell; Doco's singers were a fivesome, and a
fivesome it would continue to be. Not to mention that Nabiki Tendo NEVER
gives in to demands.
It was well-after midnight that same evening before Kodachi remembered
that Nabiki didn't give in to her demand to sing.
It was three days before the preliminary rounds of the contest, a
Friday. It was then the band became intimately familiar with their
instruments, some going so far as to sleep night and day with them, in
Konatsu's case.
To Nabiki's surprise, they could actually play _together_!
Thinking back to the previous week and days, they'd all pulled through
many days and nights to get the notes down right. The five singers
practiced away from the band, but this time they would sing and play
together. Well, no time like now to get it down.
"Okay, everybody," shouted Nabiki, catching the attention of all in
the auditorium. In that moment chatter ceased immediately. Wow, it felt
so good to be in control. "I think it's time we get our routine down
flat. You all know the notes. Just remember, we got to knock the socks
off the judges during the preliminaries, or we won't get a shot at the
finals."
All nodded. Kuno tapped his drumsticks together in beats. "One, two,
three, go!"
* * * * *
FUKUZATSUna Ryouomoi (Complex Two Thoughts)
(Shampoo, +All) Carrying one side of romance is a burden, isn't it?
(Shampoo, +All) Isn't there even a special connection to God?
(Shampoo) On purpose, you had unkind behavior, but
In my chest's heart, gentleness was being reached.
(Akane, +All) Also repelling your pushy way of doing things,
(Akane, +All) I must reflect that it is not good even if it's not you.
(Akane) Also after that quarrel that I was not disgusted with,
Wasn't it a gloomy street at night, I regret relying upon you?
(Kasumi) Entwined by a red thread,
We are connected here and there, aren't we?
(Nabiki) Drawing strongly together with each other
(Kasumi & Nabiki) Like a puppet that is being held.
(All) Complex two thoughts not docile, both of us
(Ranma) The letters "sorry" are vanishing from the dictionary.
(All) Complex two thoughts one plus one equals one half
Worrying about wanting to cry in the dark.
(Ranma, +All) For example, take me even if I'm a boy.
(Ranma, +All) For example, take you even if you're a girl.
(Ranma) In this way, it's not personalities that are similar.
And still, we can't associate with each other, right?
(Nabiki) I'll try to find a good bed.
I'll find one for you for about 100.
(Kasumi) Your show of courage is love inside-out
(Nabiki & Kasumi) The truth was let out long ago.
(All) Simple love is good. Digital formula two thoughts
(Shampoo) I want to make love and hate clear to you.
(All) Simple love is good. I want to meet your kiss to a degree.
I want to become that sort of adult.
(Akane) Complex two thoughts not docile, both of us
(Ranma) The letters "sorry" are vanishing from the dictionary.
(All) Simple love is good. I want to meet your kiss to a degree
I can say "sorry." I want to possess gentleness.
Complex two thoughts one plus one equals one half
Worrying about wanting to cry in the dark.
* * * * *
The audience, which consisted of Cologne, Soun, Genma, and Nodoka,
clapped in unison. The band bowed.
"My daughters are all grown up!" Soun proclaimed as he cried in joy.
"Their mother would be so proud!!" Nodoka couldn't help but smile an
infectious grin, and patted Soun on the back.
Ukyo stepped down from her keyboard. "Um, I hope some of you don't
mind, but...."
"Well?" the others said, beaming at the okonomiyaki chef.
"Well, I...." Ukyo stuttered. "Well, it didn't sound right to me. Can
we do this again?"
In unison, all groaned.
Nabiki said, "Well, I guess we should practice more. After a ten
minute break."
The band separated their own ways, some seeking refreshment, or
relaxation after practice. Nabiki's eyes followed Ukyo in particular as
the okonomiyaki chef descended from the stage, and walked up the
auditorium isle to the exit. What was her problem?
It was then Nabiki noticed a flash coming from a dark corner of the
seating. Without hesitating Nabiki leaped from the stage to the place
where she last saw the flash. As she approached she noticed a dark
figure trying to creep away. Near the exit Nabiki leaped into the air
and tackled the dark-clad man.
She peered at the man in disgust. "Hikaru Gosunkugi, we meet again."
Gosunkugi dressed in dark clothes, was unmistakable, as he had black
bags hanging under his eyes. He failed to conceal a camera in his hands.
"Uh, hi."
Nabiki reached for the camera, and studied it closely. "You wouldn't
happen to be taking pictures of Akane now, hmmm?" She got up, leaving
Gosunkugi on the floor. Nabiki opened the camera and ripped out the
film. Tossing the camera back to Gosunkugi, Nabiki warned, "Don't let me
catch you invading my sister's privacy again, little man, or you'll wish
you've never heard of Nabiki Tendo. Understand?"
Gosunkugi nodded quickly, wanting to escape the middle Tendo sister's
disturbing glare. As he scrambled away, Gosunkugi reminded himself not
to get caught next time.
Nabiki's eyes followed Gosunkugi as he exited the auditorium. Akane
would thank me if she knew about this, Nabiki thought. Only if I told
her, that is. No, it may be best to keep up the cold exterior; what
would people think if it were known that Nabiki Tendo stuck up for her
younger sister?
Rain seemed a bit unusual in the summer season, yet it rained over
Nerima. This little burg was known for strange weather patterns. Ukyo
stood alone near the door, sheltered from the rain by a concrete
overhang, playing a pleasant tune with her flute.
"Hey."
Ukyo glanced over her shoulder, interrupting her reverie, watching
Nabiki exit the building. The two stood together, watching the rain.
"You really do know how to use that, don't you?" Nabiki said, pointing
to the flute.
"Sometimes I get lost in the music," explained Ukyo. "It helps me
think."
Thinking back to when Kuno-chan would play the flute to himself every
once in a while (especially after the wedding fiasco, when sales of
pictures of the pig-tailed girl dropped signifigantly-- that is, to
nothing at all), Nabiki shuddered. Kuno-chan... thinking?! Rather cruel,
girl. For a moment, Nabiki wondered what Kuno could possibly think about
that absorbed him so.
"It's been a strange three weeks, hasn't it?" Ukyo said.
"Sure has," Nabiki agreed. "I don't think I've ever worked so hard for
anything in my life." It must be the stress of working with this group
of people....
"You've changed," observed Ukyo.
"How so?"
"Well, for one thing, I haven't lost my money to you." Jackass! Did
you REALLY say that Ukyo?!
"I've noticed it too," Nabiki replied. Geez, Nabiki, are you becoming
THAT obvious? This simply won't do!
Ukyo said nothing, still dwelling on what she'd said. Lately, she
noticed that she'd been more loose-lipped, and thus spoke her mind
needlessly. Was Ranchan rubbing off on me? Gotta be more careful.
Nabiki looked over at Ukyo, studying her movements (or lack thereof).
The girl possessed rare beauty, Nabiki thought, too bad she hides it in
guy's clothing. I'll bet she could get any guy she wanted. Well, almost,
considering how the guy she wanted was Ranma. Rather poetic, really,
that Ukyo offered complete and unconditional love; tragic, that Ranma
couldn't return that love (was he even aware of it?).
For a moment Nabiki wished guys would try to pick her up. But the
thought left her mind as soon as it entered. Not _this_ Nabiki Tendo.
"I hear Hawaii is a nice place," Ukyo said finally.
"Well, if you get pass the tourist trap part of it, yeah," agreed
Nabiki. "It's one big money pit if you're not careful." Money, Nabiki,
did it always have to come back to money?
"So," Ukyo started, changing the subject, "ever meet any cute guys? Is
there someone in the world that finds Nabiki Tendo attractive?"
"Not a chance," Nabiki chuckled, although, deep in her heart, she
wished there was someone. "The only guy that's remotely attracted to me
is 'ol Kuno-chan, and he's attracted to any girl. He's a real jerk, you
know? What foolish girl would...."
"Well, you never know...." interrupted Ukyo.
"Are you trying to suggest something?" Nabiki said, beaming.
"No!" the okonomiyaki chef returned hastily.
"And how about things between you and Mousse, hmmm? What do you know
about guys, anyway?"
Ukyo looked around nervously, twiddling her fingers. "Um, I think I'll
go get some water...." She retreated back inside quickly, obviously
embarrassed, leaving Nabiki alone.
Well, at least she didn't hit me, Nabiki thought. Probably couldn't
say the same thing for Ranma, though....
Kuno-chan, of all people! Indeed!
The group practiced hard that weekend, consisting of all Saturday and
Sunday morning, being days off school. Now it was Sunday evening, the
night before the preliminaries. It was also the day before summer
vacation for the students of Furinkan High officially began; in light of
the extra free time, Nabiki announced that practices would be held in
the morning as well as the evening, provided they passed the
preliminaries, a result in which Nabiki had no doubts of occuring.
At the Tendo dojo, the entire band lounged around as Nabiki looked
over the documents concerning their entry. Although she'd looked over
them when they arrived a week earlier, Nabiki wanted to make no mistakes
during the preliminary rounds. This was when the 'amateurs' were weeded
out from the 'professionals', so to speak, even though no real
'professional' bands entered (as they were forbidden by contest rules,
for the contest was strictly for up-and-coming bands).
The contestants were to play in downtown Tokyo (well, the amphitheater
wasn't quite in downtown), the nearest contest location to the dojo. Of
course there were other locations around Japan where the preliminaries
were held, by region. Only the top three contestants from each region
would be allowed to compete in the next stage.
Nabiki intended to be number one.
"Okay, a brief reminder of the rules," Nabiki said, catching the
attention of the others. "During the entire contest you will not use
illegal substances or drink alcoholic substances. So say the sponsor.
Second, no foul play, and that goes for you especially, Kodachi."
Kodachi stared in mock surprise. "Me?"
"None of you will throw fits of violent acts while performing, or
against other contestants or the audience." Nabiki glared at Ranma
accusingly.
"What'd I do?!" complained Ranma.
"You will not attempt to curry favor from the judges or the audience
except through your music...." The list went on, Nabiki taking deep
breaths in between each warning. "And finally, the judges reserve the
right to withhold judgment or prizes on a whim without explanation."
All gathered groaned. Ryoga stood up and declared, "If we win and are
denied our rightful prize, I'll...."
"Calm down, Ryoga," Akari said, reaching for Ryoga's arm. "I'm sure
they won't resort to such extreme measures...." They'd better not.
"Okay," Nabiki started, "in conclusion, I want all of you to get a
good night's rest, and get up early in the morning." She spared a glance
at Ukyo, whom would have no trouble at that, for she woke up at five in
the morning each day. "We'll meet back here tomorrow morning for
breakfast, then travel to the amphitheater."
Kuno volunteered, "With the vast resources of the Kuno estate, I,
Tatewaki Kuno, shall provide ourselves with worthy transportation, for
our persons and our equipment, as is proper, since the amphitheater is
such a strenuous distance from our burg of Nerima."
Nabiki nodded. "Just make sure you don't skimp on that transportation,
Kuno-chan."
Ranma, Mousse, Shampoo, and Ryoga couldn't help but think about the
tiny rowboat Kuno provided when the Seven Lucky Gods Martial Artists
kidnapped Akane. In their minds each harbored a hidden threat toward
Kuno.
"Mousse, I think its time to get the ball rolling," Ukyo said.
Ukyo volunteered to help cook dinner, along with Shampoo. As the grill
warmed up in the kitchen, Ukyo joined Mousse at the couch in the next
room.
"How?" asked Mousse.
"Give a girl flowers," Ukyo suggested.
"That won't get Shampoo to like me," Mousse pointed out.
"That's not the point! Don't you know? She already LIKES you!"
Mousse's face shifted to surprise. "Shampoo?!"
"Sure she does," Ukyo assured him. "She's too shy to admit it. Trust
me, I know the signs."
Mousse became elated. "Shampoo! I'm coming my darling!" he shouted,
leaping from the couch to the kitchen.
Ukyo sighed. It only made her feel somewhat better that Mousse was
happy again. Of course, her own happiness didn't quite fit into the
equation. Well, as in Ranma's case, the best thing you can do is be a
very supportive friend. It still hurts to think about the love that
never was, Ukyo thought, as it's thrown at you every day since the
wedding. Perhaps love wasn't destined for me. It hurt to be alone, but
Ukyo wasn't truly alone.
Ukyo thought back to Ranma and Akane's second wedding. It was that day
that decided the fate of Mousse: he'd stepped in the way of Shampoo and
Cologne's plot to ruin the wedding. For that, Mousse was kicked out of
his tribe, and left behind in Japan when the rest of the China gang
returned home. At the time Ukyo couldn't help but pity Mousse, and let
him stay at her restaurant as a waiter and part-time chef. But, after a
few weeks passed she'd let her guard down; she'd let herself believe
that Mousse could love another woman. In the wake of losing Ranma
forever, Ukyo succumbed to the temptation of a relationship with Mousse.
It worked out just fine until the China gang returned to Japan, when
Mousse's heart ran over to Shampoo's side, leaving Ukyo behind.
Dammit, I knew it was a sham all along, Ukyo thought to herself, and
yet, I still allowed myself to fall into it! Same thing about Ranchan; I
knew he and Akane would marry, but I didn't allow myself to accept it.
Damn love, who needs it? All it ever got me was more torment and
trouble.
Soon Ukyo could hear the sounds of a duck quacking.
Later that evening Ukyo, Mousse, and Konatsu traveled the empty, dark
but lit streets of Nerima back to Ucchan's for the night. It was when
Ukyo was unlocking the front door disaster struck.
"Ukyo-sama!" cried a nearby mailbox.
All three looked around in surprise. Ukyo watched as the mailbox
bounded her way. "Tsubasa!" she yelled in fury.
Tsubasa's head popped out of the mail slot. "Ukyo-sama! I've missed
you so!" The mailbox bounced cheerily before Ukyo.
Unnoticed by Tsubasa, Konatsu unsheathed his blade. "I suggest you
leave Ukyo-sama alone, vile fiend, or taste my blade."
Tsubasa turned to Konatsu in surprise. "And who the hell are you?" he
shouted, reverting from his cutesy-voice to his haggard, repulsive
masculine voice.
"I am but a humble servant for the mistress," Konatsu said, bowing low
to the floor, but maintaining his gaze on the mailbox-clad boy.
"Stay away from Ukyo," Mousse warned Tsubasa, "or I'll have to come
after you."
"Oooohh, Ukyo-sama has bodyguards!" taunted Tsubasa. "I've been away
too long! It was only for summer break I've been able to steal myself
away to Nerima, but look at the greetings I get!" Tsubasa leaped out of
the mailbox, throwing the skirts of his pink dress about, momentarily
confusing Mousse and Konatsu.
"Heh, wasn't expecting that?" cried Tsubasa. "You win for now, losers,
but in time Ukyo-sama will be mine!" With that, Tsubasa bounded down the
street and vanished into the night.
"Who was that?" asked Mousse.
"That THING is Tsubasa Kuranei," replied Ukyo, opening the front door.
The three stepped inside as Ukyo continued, "He followed me to Nerima
not long after I transferred to Furinkan. Ranma got rid of him for me,
and he's been back home ever since." She sighed. "I guess now that the
summer season is upon us Tsubasa has some free time. And it seems time
doesn't destroy old habits; I wish he'd stop dressing as a girl. Its so
embarrassing when he does that to me!"
"A stalker," concluded Konatsu. "Do not worry, Ukyo-sama, I will
protect you wherever we go, so long as that abomination roams your
surroundings."
"Thanks, Konatsu," Ukyo said in relief. Perhaps having bodyguards
wasn't such a bad idea after all. Although Konatsu preferred to dress as
a girl, Ukyo hardly felt embarrassed by his actions anymore. Especially
hugging.
"Ukyo," Mousse said, "we should get some rest."
"Sure, sugar," agreed Ukyo, "but after we all secure the doors and
windows, no telling what Tsubasa's going to do."
As Ukyo walked across the dining room, she felt a terrible pain in her
stomach. Without warning, the spasm passed.
"Ukyo," Mousse asked, "is something wrong?"
"No, nothing," she said, waving him away. Quietly Ukyo made her way to
her room and laid out her futon. The spasm came from her old knife
wound, she decided, the one given to her the night before a challenge
weeks ago. Surely it was nothing.
Ukyo stepped to her mirror, checking her stomach. No, the wound hadn't
surfaced again, in fact it was long healed, as if such a purchase was
never made in her body. Just had to make sure.
Doco was to be one of the last of the entrants to perform that day.
Nabiki stayed calm, unlike some OTHER band members who twitched
nervously at the thought of performing on stage in front of the greater
part of the teenage population in Tokyo. At that thought, Nabiki
couldn't help but feel a pang in her stomach, then dismissed it,
thinking back to her breakfast of 'morning okonomiyaki--' what was
called a 'pancake' in America, served. She hoped that was it....
The bands before them played pitifully, Nabiki thought. No way this
group would fail, not with a half-years semi-professional work behind
it. Well, for some of them, at least. Ah well, at least none of the five
girls lost their voices during the past weeks.
Soon the preceding band was booed off stage by the audience, throwing
plastic drinking cups in anger. Ten minutes was allowed between each
performance, not a lot of time considering, but there was a schedule to
keep, as the judges said. Ten minutes to shuffle the instruments on
stage and get into position.
Nabiki was glad that morning when Kuno arrived with a couple of vans,
driven by Kuno servants, to transport the band and the instruments. So
far everything was going smoothly.
She peeked out of the dressing room door and watched the band carry
their equipment on stage. Nabiki turned to the four girls, onna-Ranma,
Akane, Kasumi, and Shampoo. "Well, its almost time."
Onna-Ranma shuffled uncomfortably in her outfit. "Well, the sooner
this is all over, the better."
Nabiki couldn't help but note that Shampoo kept her distance from
Ranma. After all, Shampoo only loved Ranma's boy form, and it wouldn't
do for a girl to marry another girl. She wanted the guy, and strangely
treated Ranma's two forms as separate people.
The five girls left the dressing room and watched the others set up
their instruments. To the audience the band was all but invisible, and
it didn't help that the lights were to be on the girls instead of them.
Still, Nabiki couldn't help but smile at the thought. Well, sometimes
there has to be the unsung heroes.
At the end of the stage stood Soun, Genma, Nodoka, and Cologne. All
four were granted the privileges of back-stage passes. Soun was already
crying with joy, even though the song hadn't started yet. Genma held a
sign reading 'Tear them apart!' Nodoka merely smiled, as usual.
Cologne's face remained expressionless.
And before long, the curtains were drawn.
* * * * *
FUKUZATSUna Ryouomoi (Live Version) [Complex Two Thoughts]
(Note: It helps to see the actual music video of this song)
(Shampoo, +All) Carrying one side of romance is a burden, isn't it?
(Shampoo, +All) Isn't there even a special connection to God?
(Shampoo) On purpose, you had unkind behavior, but
In my chest's heart, gentleness was being reached.
(Akane, +All) Also repelling your pushy way of doing things,
(Akane, +All) I must reflect that it is not good even if it's not you.
(Akane) Also after that quarrel that I was not disgusted with,
Wasn't it a gloomy street at night, I regret relying upon you?
(Kasumi) Entwined by a red thread,
We are connected here and there, aren't we?
(Nabiki) Drawing strongly together with each other
(Kasumi & Nabiki) Like a puppet that is being held.
(All) Complex two thoughts not docile, both of us
(Ranma) The letters "sorry" are vanishing from the dictionary.
(All) Complex two thoughts one plus one equals one half
Worrying about wanting to cry in the dark.
(Ranma, +All) For example, take me even if I'm a boy.
(Ranma, +All) For example, take you even if you're a girl.
(Ranma) In this way, it's not personalities that are similar.
And still, we can't associate with each other, right?
(Nabiki) I'll try to find a good bed.
I'll find one for you for about 100.
(Kasumi) Your show of courage is love inside-out
(Nabiki & Kasumi) The truth was let out long ago.
(All) Simple love is good. Digital formula two thoughts
(Shampoo) I want to make love and hate clear to you.
(All) Simple love is good. I want to meet your kiss to a degree.
I want to become that sort of adult.
(Akane) Complex two thoughts not docile, both of us
(Ranma) The letters "sorry" are vanishing from the dictionary.
(All) Simple love is good. I want to meet your kiss to a degree
I can say "sorry." I want to possess gentleness.
Complex two thoughts one plus one equals one half
Worrying about wanting to cry in the dark.
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continued in part 3
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"That's my story and I'm sticking to it."--JMS, creator of Babylon 5.
"If you go to Z'ha'dum, you will die."--Kosh, Babylon 5.
"Jump. Jump now!"--Kosh, Babylon 5, making some sense.
--Razorclaw X
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