Subject: [Fanfic][R1/2]Wait 5
From: Matthew Trotter
Date: 6/13/1997, 1:42 AM
To: Fanfic ML

   Ok, heres Wait 5.  I've been getting mail about my other stuff, so I 
thought I'd repost it.  (that'll buy me the time I need to spell check 
the next couple of parts of Wait...you know, you do alot of writing when 
you live in your office...)  Anyway, heres 5.  I may start sending up the 
old stuff tomarrow...then again I may go to Dallas and pick up my bed & 
microwave...I finaly have a home!!!

Characters are property of Takahashi.

Matthew Trotter, Con Air works, if you like action flics...
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A Long Period of Waiting of Several Months
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	A collection of short stories
		     by
	       Matthew Trotter
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Akane
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   Ranma was an idiot!  Akane sat down in front of the TV.  There was a 
documentary on tonight about the gang violence in Nermia.  She was going 
to watch it because it was probably important, and not because she knew 
Ranma was still irritable about his part in it.  Why couldn't he 
understand that she cooked for him because she lo...uh, liked, liked...
liked to cook, because she liked to cook.  But no, he had make fun of 
everything she made.
   "Ranma, I made your favorite."
   "Oh Akane, thank you!  Your the best fiancee a guy could have.  I 
love you!"
   Akane shook her head to clear it...maybe Ranma was right, you couldn't 
use just any old mushrooms.  Still, after she had spent weeks growing them 
in the casserole, he could have at least tried some.  It wasn't that 
burnt.  Besides the burned spots gave it good texture.  So did the spam 
chunks, and the cherries.  She should have pitted the cherries, but that 
was no reason to start screaming.  There was nothing wrong with the 
cherries that the mayonnaise didn't fix...
   The man on the TV was wavering.  The picture kept clouding over with 
snow, only it was black and red instead of black and white...Akane shook 
her head again.  The picture continued to fade in and out.  There was 
something else.  Something just behind the static buzz of the snow, just a 
little to quiet to hear over the documentary.
   Akane leaned forward, on the screen the picture twisted in an 
improbable way and broke up into snow.  As she leaned close to the TV 
Akane got the impression of something large moving somewhere behind the 
snow.  She couldn't make out much of the shadow because of the snow, but 
it looked huge.  Then she realized that the noise behind the static was a 
voice.  It was hard follow was it was saying because of the static, but 
it sounded like it was calling a name over and over.
  Akane leaned closer, and suddenly the static stopped.  The voice was 
clear...it sounded like a mouth full of sand tasted.  And it seemed 
strangely familiar.
   "Saotome. ... .I'm coming.. .. your going to. . . .die. . . .. .I'll 
tear your soul out.. .. ...I'll kill you . ... .....Saotome....you can't 
hide. . ......its too late...Akane is mine. . . ....she is mine. . . 
..... ..you bastard....you can't stop me. . . ...I'm immortal now . ... ."
   It had to be someone from school.
   "....Saotome  . . . ...your  . ..dead . .. ."
   Nobody else hated Ranma that much.
   " . . .and you don't even know it . . ."
   It wasn't a girl, the voice was too low for any of the girls she knew.
   ". ...I'm coming for..."
   It sounded like something Ryoga might say, but the way it sounded was 
way too demented for Ryoga.  He was more the strait forward issue a 
challenge and get beat down type.
   ". . .you . . .and ...I'm going to..."
   This sounded more like a mind game, but who would be playing mind 
games...Kuno...
   ". ...kill everyone you know..."
   no Kuno would be shouting Shakespeare, besides he wasn't interested 
anymore...
   ". ...and then I'll..."
   who did she know that was this warped?
   "rape your dead fiancee's corpse..."
   Akane's jaw dropped, maybe it wasn't a voice she had heard, but...the 
picture snapped back to focus.
   "ulminating in a viscous assault on a group of Furinken High students 
who were assembled in the park.  Police are still looking of Saitoom and 
his gang for this senseless act of street terrorism."
   A chill rushed across Akane, it was like some one had poured a bucket 
of arctic air down her back.
   "Saotome....I'm here...."
   Akane almost screamed, the voice was in the courtyard.