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Flashfyre5 Presents
A Flaming Amarant production
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The Opening Bet
Chapter Five: Dear Diary, part one
" " = speech
[ ] = panda board
< > = thought
/ / = written
* * * * * *
An excerpt from the diary of Nabiki Tendo, dated 3/3/97
/March 3, '97/
/Profits decent today. School's opening tomorrow, so they should be up
soon. Barely had enough to squeeze by last month. Have to cultivate new
sources of income. The graffiti's eating up way too much money. I've got
half a mind to just leave it up, but that wouldn't be fair to Ranma and
Akane. They've already had to put up with so much.../
/I didn't write this down before because I didn't think that it was
important enough. Time has proven me wrong. The longer things go on, the
worse they get. I'm afraid that we'll have to move soon, just to get away
from the hate. Problem is, it's mostly my fault. I wish that I could tell
Akane, but she'd hate me forever. I wish that Kenji was still alive. He was
always a good source of wisdom whenever I was at my wits' end. I wish that I
could honestly say that it wasn't my fault that he got killed. I wish.../
/I wish that wishes could make things right. They can't. That's why I
have to./
/I'll start at the beginning. Ranma's been here for almost five weeks
now, and the school's been closed almost as long. I never said why, but it's
time now. A Reploid out to kill her attacked our school in search of her.
He was armed with powerful bombs, and blew up the west wing of the school.
The other wing had to be demolished due to structural weakness. All things
considered, it's a tribute to the construction industry that they were able
to build a whole school in five weeks./
/I digress. This all really started the day that the school came down.
I'd followed Ranma to the basement. He'd been acting funny, and I wanted to
know why. I wish that I hadn't./
/Wishes again... I wish too much these days./
/Anyways, I had snuck down, matching my footsteps to Ranma's
conversation.../
* * * * * *
"You're nuts, Doc," Ranma said, shaking his head.
"Do you have a better explanation?" the unseen voice replied. Ranma
stopped shaking his head, thinking for a minute.
"If you're right, how do we fix it?" Ranma asked, serious. Another
shining, molded plate of metal was welded onto Akane's body, the repairs on
that section complete.
"We don't," Dr. Light replied. "If things haven't sorted themselves out
by now, this is most likely permanent."
"Well, can't we undo it ourselves?" Ranma continued stubbornly. He was
leaning back against the wall of the basement, thinking.
"Not a chance," the Doctor replied. "The sheer amounts of power that
we'd need would be astronomical!"
"How astronomical?" Ranma asked.
"Well...," Dr. Light foundered. A careful, precise coat of paint was
applied to the completed section. "Do you know how much energy our sun
produces?"
"So we'd need enough power to make a star," Ranma mused, pondering ways
to produce that kind of power.
"No, we'd need about a billion times that much," Dr. Light amended.
Ranma immediately facefaulted with a crash.
"That kind of power doesn't even exist!" Ranma exclaimed, pulling himself
back up.
"My point exactly. Like it or not, Ranma, we're all stuck here," Dr.
Light admonished. The paint job was completed, and the appendages that had
been attending it moved on to work elsewhere.
"Damn," muttered Ranma, sliding down the wall.
"Ranma..." Dr. Light continued, his voice pained. Ranma looked back up,
his disappointment in his eyes.
"Yeah?" Ranma replied from his position on the floor, his knees bent up
to his chest.
"I may not be the only thing that was transferred to this world without
being changed," Dr. Light said.
"What do you mean?" Ranma asked, confused.
"Most of this will need to wait until I can safely reactivate Akane, but
I will say now that there were more than a few violent, dangerous Reploids
with a great deal of power in my world. Many of them had a desire to
annihilate humankind. If one or more of them is in this world..." he trailed
off.
"It'd be a really bad thing," Ranma finished, nodding. "How long till
you can wake up Akane?" he asked again.
"Two hours, forty-nine minutes," Dr. Light told him.
"I'm going to go to sleep. Wake me up when you're ready to activate
her," Ranma instructed the doctor. That said, he allowed his body to power
down into a sleep mode. As he slept, the whirrs, clanks, and hisses that
came from the work of repairing a damaged Reploid continued uninterrupted.
* * * * * *
/That first night was the turning point. I heard Ranma talking to Dr.
Light down in the basement, and I saw the big blue capsule that contained the
doctor busy repairing my sister. That kind of drove it all home for me. The
world had changed, and things weren't going to get any better. As soon as
Ranma went to sleep, I ran from my spot at the top of the stairs. As soon as
I got to my room, the first thing I did was call Kenji.../
* * * * * *
"Iwata household," said Kenji's voice over the phone line.
"Cut the crap, Kenji. It's me," Nabiki cut him off.
"Nabiki, what's up?" he asked. Nabiki knew that her frankness had to be
relaxing him. He hated it when she was mysterious and devious to him. She
normally was, just for that reason. The only times that she was curt and
frank with him were when she had something immediate and important for him to
do.
"I need you to compile a list of every Reploid in Tokyo, and a synopsis
of their personality," Nabiki explained. There was a moment of silence as
Kenji processed the information.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked "Tokyo's one of the biggest cities in
the world, and you want me to go poking around every neighborhood it's got?"
"I'm serious," Nabiki denied, unconsciously shaking her head. Kenji was
silent again, thinking.
"I'll do what I can, Nabiki, but I can't promise you anything. There's a
lot of people around, even if you only count Nerima," Kenji said.
"Fair enough. You'll get a bonus for this one if you can give me a big
list," Nabiki teased him, adding incentive.
"I don't do this for the money, you know," Kenji surprised her by saying.
"Then why do you?" Nabiki asked, her surprise getting the best of her for
once.
"It's fun," he said. "'Night, Nabiki."
"'Night," Nabiki replied, hanging up. She sat at her desk for a few
minutes, thinking on everything that had happened that day. "Geez, things
are just getting crazier and crazier," she muttered. Then she rose, grabbed
her camcorder, and made her way back to the basement, where she would wait in
hiding for the next series of events in a day that had already had far too
many.
* * * * * *
/If I had only known what was going to happen.../
/I snort as I write, because even I realize that the knowledge wouldn't
have helped me much. Kenji would've still been alive, but that's little
consolation now. I'm not sure if he'd want to live in the world that Nerima
has become lately. I sure don't./
* * * * * *
Akane's world was a wild orgy of color, sound, and noise. Her mind
soared through a never-ending tunnel of... reality. Though Akane knew that
such a thing could not exist in the real world, the tunnel was comprised of
what she knew must be real. Some of the images and sounds she knew well,
like her mother's soothing, calming voice, and Nabiki's rare times of true
happiness. Others were completely alien to her. One scene in particular
stood out in her memory, though it was the first time she'd seen it.
She saw a metal hallway passing around her as she glided smoothly into a
long hallway, the ceiling vaulted. In front of her was a big robot, easily
twice her size and five times her weight. Akane watched as a metal clad arm,
her own, she realized, rose up and fired blast after blast at the towering
beast. The thing shrugged off the normally maiming blows, and fired a
powerfully charged ball of electricity at her. Akane tried to dodge, but it
was too late, and the paralyzing blast struck her. The big robot then walked
over, picked her up, and put her into a holding capsule.
Suddenly, another robot, armored in white, gold, and blue burst though
the door. Though most of its body was smooth, like Ranma's, it had the
occasional sharp edge, giving the robot a decidedly lethal appearance. It
too fought the huge robot, but fell the same fade that Akane had. The metal
behemoth walked back over to her, and taunted the fallen warrior. The
paralyzing electricity drowned out whatever sounds that there might have been.
Then, a miracle happened. Akane watched as she burst free of her prison,
and leapt onto the back of the gigantic robot. She dimly heard herself
saying something, but the interference dulled it to indecipherability.
The white-armored robot screamed something from his prison, but Akane
couldn't make it out. She tumbled away from the big robot, and saw that much
of its body had been destroyed. She struck the ground and tumbled to lie
flat of her back, staring dimly at the ceiling. Soon, the other robot came
over to her side and knelt, crying. Her view became shaky, and seemed to
zoom in on the white robot. In a flash of inspiration, Akane realized that
she was being picked up. Though she still couldn't hear, she was able to
lip-read to a limited degree, and made out the word 'Zero' from the white
robot's unheard speech. Then, just as suddenly as it had come, the vision
passed, and she was alone in the tunnel of light and sound. Other visions
came and passed, but something about that one kept turning over in Akane's
mind. Before she could figure it out, however, the tunnel began to burst
with an incredible amount of pure light. It blinded her, even as she
squinched her eyes shut and raised her arms to shield her face.
"System reboot complete," she heard an aged male voice say. Slowly,
cautiously, Akane opened her eyes again. Instead of a field of blinding
light, she saw Ranma, standing right in front of her. She tried to step
forward, but found that she couldn't move.
"Akane? Are you all right?" Ranma asked, his worry plain.
"I-I can't move," she replied, her voice a bit shaky. Though she was
worried about her paralysis, the stutter had not been a result of that worry.
"Doc, why can't she move?" Ranma rounded on some unknown person. Akane
saw a flash of light off to her left. Straining her eyes, she was able to
see that a welding torch was halfway through repairing a gaping rift on her
shoulder guard, and two heavy grappler arms were bending the two broken
halves back into place.
"I had to restrict her movement. I'm doing some very delicate repairs on
her inner works right now, and any jostling could cost me hours of correction
work," the aged voice responded. The reassurance seemed to calm Ranma.
"M-my voice is funny," Akane managed, looking at Ranma again.
"Your vocalizer was nearly destroyed in whatever fight you were in. It's
a miracle that there was enough left for me to repair," the voice explained.
"Thanks again, Doc. Sorry about blowing up at you," Ranma said, sighing
a breath of relief.
"W-who are you talking to, Ranma?" Akane asked, looking around as much as
she could.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, Akane. I was just talkin' to the guy that's
patching you up. I call him Doc," Ranma explained.
"That's Doctor Thomas Xavier Light," rebuked the voice with a tone of
annoyance. More kindly, he continued, "But you're more than welcome to call
me 'Dr. Light.'"
"T-thank you Dr. Light," Akane said. "Whoa! That did something," she
suddenly exclaimed.
"Really? Hmmm...," The doctor mused. "Well, I suppose that that does
make your vocalizer functional, if more than a little jury-rigged. It should
be fine for now, but try not to get it banged up so badly next time, or it'll
have to be replaced."
"I really appreciate this," Akane said, trying to get a look at her
mysterious caretaker. Unfortunately, since she couldn't move her head, she
was limited to about a hundred degrees in front of her.
"Don't bother, Akane," Ranma said, sensing her interest. "He's a
computer program inside of a big capsule. Once you're fixed, I'll show you
what I mean."
"Umm... okay," Akane replied, confused.
"Well, now that I know that you're all right, I've got to head upstairs
before the others start lookin' for me," Ranma said after a short silence.
"Doc, why don't you do the explaining, all right? I'm still kinda confused
about the whole thing."
"I will, but remember that it's still just a theory," Dr. Light agreed.
"Yeah, whatever," Ranma said, turning. "I'll check on you tomorrow
morning, Akane. G'night."
"Goodnight, Ranma," Akane returned as Ranma climbed the basement stairs.
* * * * * *
/I waited for a few minutes. I had to wait, because if Ranma saw me
leaving he'd know that I'd listened in on his conversation. On the other
hand, he might notice that I wasn't upstairs if I waited too long./
* * * * * *
"He's a nice boy, if a bit quick of temper," Dr. Light commented.
"A little," Akane agreed. "But he's usually pretty nice."
"Is that so?" Dr. Light said. "I think that he may care for you more
than you think."
"Ranma?" Akane exclaimed. "He's a girl in his human form!"
"Really? Pardon me, in that case," Dr. Light apologized.
* * * * * *
/I'm no telepath, but as I crouched behind a few old cardboard boxes
filled with mounds of ancient memorabilia I knew exactly what Akane was
thinking. <But he was born a guy... What if Dr. Light's right?> As soon as
Dr. Light suggested that Ranma liked Akane as "something more than a friend,"
I knew that there was a good chance that he was right. It all adds up, and
if there's one thing that I'm good at, it's math. My big worry then was that
Akane might reciprocate. Ranma was the exact mix of 'manly' honor and
strength and a somewhat 'feminine' understanding that Akane needed so badly.
Add to that the Nyannichuan, and I found myself wondering if Ranma'd found
his first pick for the 'open minded girl' he'd talked to me about earlier.
It bothered me, but I had other things to attend to. Business would be in
shambles if I didn't tend to it tonight, and I still had homework to do. I
snuck out of the basement as soon as I could./
* * * * * *
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