Hi All!!

I'm forwarding this for Sage.

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Ok, I know what your going to say, but, what can I do, this idea just came

to me...  Well, it is what it is, so read it and respond and ill know what
it really is.  Well I look foward to reading your responces....

-Sage                            

                               True Loves
                                   
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       In a dark room a boy sleeps.  He is an avrage boy of sixteen years

of age.  He is staying in a friends house while he studies his art of
fighting.  He is engaged to be married to this friends daughter.  He loves
this girl, but if he could only tell her how he really felt.

       In a room across the hall a girl attempts to sleep.  She is sleepy,

but can't seem to drift off.  So she dreams of what could be.  She loves a
boy, no, a man.  She loves him with all her heart.  But she seems to get so
angry around him.  If she only could learn to control her temper, then she
could tell him.  After a long time pondering this, she turns over, pets her
pet pig, and dozes off into a lite sleep.

       Not far away a girl is running through the streets.  She has long

black hair and is wearing Chinese clothing.  This would be normal except for
she is in Japan.  She is running towards her loves house, not her true love,
but her forced love.  She is carrying a small bottle in her hands.  THe
label to this bottle reads,"Love Potion #9 1/2".  She will get the boy to
love her weather he likes it or not.  She remembers her instructions givin
to her by her great grand-mother.

       "All you must do is put a drop of this potion onto any males skin

and the first girl they see they will give there heart too.  Do not fear
great grand-daughter, this potion only works on males, it can't affect you.
Now go, get me my future son-and-law."

       The girl smiles and as she hops onto a nearby roof and gazes for

the first time her target, for through that window lies her soon to be husband.

       Somewhere not so far away but aproching from the oppisite direction

is another girl, she would be a normal girl if she was not waiting a leatard
and carying a small bag of love powder.  For this black haired girl also
loves this boy.  Maby not loves, maby idolises.  To this girl, the boy she
loves is a prince, no, a king, no, a god.  She must have him, no, she will
have him.  He will be hers by the end of the night.  Her powder will see to
that.  Yes, her love powder will make him love the first girl he sees, and
that girl will be her.  With a light giggle she bounds ever closer to her
target.

       As the clock strikes midnight both girls arive in their respictive

windows.  To intent on contrating on their object of disire ot notice
eachother, the hop to the floor inside thes boys room.  As they stand at the
end of the boys bed they ready there attacks.  Corks are opened and paper is
unsealed, there is nothing stoping them from getting what they want, what
they must have, except eachother.

       *bump* The two girls bump into something.  They now notice what

they have touched, another human being, a feamale one.

       After several moments of realising what they bumped into they begin

to argue, not yelling, not talking, just wispering.

       "What you do here evil girl?"

       "Why am I suprised, here I am paying a visit to my love, and I find

you sneeking around like some love crazed child."

       "I no child! He love me not you.  What he see in ugly girl in tights?"

       "As if my dear could see anything in an ugly hussy like you."

       There voices slowley begin to esclate.  They have all ready

forgotten what they have come here to do, or what they carry in there hands.

       "I no hussy, I his love, now go way, I wish be alone with my love."

       "Sorry, he love only me, for I am..."

       Voices again begin to esclate.  But the boy on the bed does not

awaken altho the girl in the next room begins to stir.

       "You are dead if you no leave."

       "So the kittin thinks she's a tiger does she.  Well I will have to

teach this kitty how the big cats play."

       They both throw the objects in there hands down so they will be

able to get two full hands of hair of there opponent.  The bottle and the
small envelope sail through the air and land on the nearby bed.  The
contents of the bottle drain out onto the sheet and onto the shin of the
sleeping boy.  The powder slips out of the envelope and land directley on
the face of the boy.  He breaths in, and it's bin done.  A doubble dose of
love, but this still does not awaken him, he sleeps on.

       "I kill you now," the girl in Chinese clothes screems.

       "Sorry honey, but I shal never lose to a pessent such as your

self," replys the girl in tights.

       *Bang, slam, crash*  The lamp has bin destroyed, but has this noise

woken the sleeping boy, no, but the other girl in the room across the hall
is up, and she is not happy.

       "WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"  She yells as she gets out of bed and makes

way for her fieance's room.

       *SLAM* The door opens and the light goes on.  Akane sees the two

girls wraped in a doubble hair grip, with her lazy fieance just sitting there.

       "RANMA, WHAT IS GOING ON?"  Akane screems.

       Only now do the two girls notice the intruder.  They would not have

let go of eachother if they had not herd the sound coming from behind them.
The sound was of a sleeping bow awakining to his new life, but he din't know
that sa of yet.

       "RANMA, WHAT IS KODACHI AND SHAMPOO DOING HERE??  AT THIS TIME OF

NIGHT NO LESS!!"

       Ranma sits up and slears his eyes of sleep.  Slowley he opens his

eyes to see two girls standing infront of him.  He would have seen the third
girl if Shampoo and Kodachi were not blocking his line of sight.

       Ranma hates these girl, he despises them, he would marry neather.

As he rises from his bed he suddinley feels wozy.  This is an odd fealing,
but is soon passes.  Now fully erect he notices the glowing Akane by the
door.  Choosing his words carfley he beging his lecture.

       "Shampoo, Kodachi,"  as he sais there names his head burns with a

new fealing, a new emmotion, a new disire.  He no longer hates there two
girls, quite the oppisite.  He loves these girls.  He would have them both,
they are his, he will do anything to have them, he must have them for he
loves them.

Stopping for several seconds to regain his thoughts he begins again.

       "Shampoo, Kodachi, I love you!"

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"Curse those evil Octopi"
Brian Geringer
http://www.igc.net/~ranma204
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