Well, this is my first actual fic posting to the list, and its in very
rough form.  Please be kind if you don't mind, but not too kind.  I
know it has lots of problems, but the story I think has potential. 
C&C is most welcome. Anyway, roll tape!

I stretched out my hand and waved the freshly cooked noodle around. 
On any other morning but this, the twitching of the duck's head in
front of me would have amused me to no end.  Usually, when I was down,
just the thought that a master of hidden weapons was willing 
to completely debase himself before me would make me smile a little. 
And though Mousse was no Ranma, he could be amusing at times.  All I
had to do was wave
around something, or throw something at him, or even 
sometimes merely just walk into the room and that 
Amazon Duck would stumble and squack and force me to smile.  
But today, those antics seem shallow.  I throw aside the noodle and
watch as he tries to follow it into a pile of barrels.  The slapstick
is great, but I guess I need something a little more to be amused today.
I shut the door behind me, and head upstairs to my room. 
Great-grandmother says I should be careful with mirrors, that they
sometimes can be dangerous, but I don't worry as I sit down in front
of mine.  I just stare, and a girl stares back.  A pretty girl.  She
has long flowing hair, it is beautiful though some might say purple is
an odd color.  She has hands surprisingly soft for one so skilled in
the Amazon art of fighting. Her breasts are large enough for her to
get cat-calls from way too many guys on the street. Her eyes, she has
deep brown eyes, she has big deep brown eyes, big deep brown sad happy
eyes.  Nobody ever looks at her eyes though.  They look at her chest,
or her face.  She is a pretty girl.  Such a beautiful girl.  The kind
of girl who would never want for a husband. 
"If Shampoo such pretty girl, how come no want Shampoo except blind
duck?" 
She can cook, she can clean, she can fight.  She has spent her life in
training, becoming the perfect woman so that she can marry the perfect
man.
"Perfect man show up, no want Shampoo."
I can do everything that this girl in the mirror can. And I can do
more.  Without even a thought I plunge my hand into it, smashing the
girl that is there.  The girl with impeccable fashion sense.  The girl
who is
the perfect woman, fought over and fighting.  She has failed, and now
it is my turn.

Later I wash the shards of glass out of my hand and wrap it in a
bandage of red silk, a monument to goals past and petty.  I pack a
small bag, and carrying only it, the Bonborri Staffs, and a large sum
of cash from the restaurant's safe; I leave.  Today, the Nekohanten
closes its doors forever.  I've waited long enough for
Ranma, or for something, and I can wait no longer. 
"Shampoo moves into future, alone."


Well, there is something that I will eventually probably turn into a
fanfic. I'll be the first to admit it needs work, but please C&C or
whatever. I guess some notes are in order.  Basically, what is
supposed to be the premise of the story is that one day Shampoo, one
of the peppiest girls (at least in my opinion) of the Nerimains,
realizes that she has been living for catching this Ranma for a long
time, and now since she
can neither win him nor kill her she decides to set out
on a sort of journey of self-discovery. Its rough right
now.  Anyway, thanks.
-Tenkawa Akito, 

==
"I was so blind. Because I loved it so much, I only watched my favorite parts."
-Pilot Tenkawa Akito on Blazing Robo Gekiganger-3

When it doubt, go existential.
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