well neB(Ben) wrote another chapter.. the first paragraph alone makes me
want to re-evaluate our friendship :) .. but anyways all responses on the
list i will send to him, but for personal C&C his email is <rkalman@dsuper.net>


ChApTeR 7

        Ukyo was feeling sick again. This time, however, seemed to be worse
than the usual morning sickness. She stumbled into the bathroom, prepared
to once again spend her morning crouched over the bowl, when she suddenly
felt her stomach contract. She clutched at her stomach, gasping, and
wondered what was going on. She didn't even know how long Tsubnasa'd been
holding her...must've been at least a week by now. Her stomach contracted
again. She wondered whether that bastard had given her some sort of
venereal disease. All of a sudden, she leaned forward as the sickness hit
her, and she vomited into the toilet. But hold on...she'd felt something
else, a wetness at her groin... Ukyo looked down, to see that her panties
were red with blood, and she felt something else. Her stomach clenched as
she slowly pulled her underwear down, and saw Ranma's unborn child fall to
the floor.


        As Ranma and Ryoga reached Dr. Tofu's clinic, to see whether Akane
had gone there looking for solace, they saw Dr. Tofu approaching from his
lunch break.
        "Hi boys, how are you today?" Tofu asked, with a goofy grin.
        Ranma was about to speak, when Ryoga cut him off, "Akane has run
away and it's all Ranma's fault!!"
        "What??" Tofu asked, looking startled. He quickly regained his
composure and said, "Now, now, I'm sure she hasn't run away. She probably
needed to let go of some steam." He smiled, "Why don't you two come inside
for some tea, and we'll see if we can come up with any ideas on how to find
her."
        Ranma and Ryoga quickly agreed, and the three of them entered the
clinic. Tofu bent down to pick up a folded piece of paper on the floor.
"Someone must've slid it under the door," He mumbled as he opened it and
began to read. His face darkened and his brow furrowed, then he let out an
anguished wail and ran for the back room. Ranma and Ryoga ran after him,
wondering why he was sobbing. Tofu opened the door, and screamed. Ranma
peered over Tofu's shoulder and his face whitened, a single tear rolling
down his cheek.
        Ryoga looked at Tofu, who fell to his knees, holding his head. Then
Ryoga turned to look through the door, then emulated Tofu, falling to his
knees. His jaw dropped and he let out a desperate moan. Akane was slowly
swinging back and forth, hanging from the noose she'd attatched to the
chandelier. He then heard the words Tofu was repeating, "My fault...my
baby...she was carrying my baby...it was my fault..."


        Ranma walked into Nekohanten and sat down in the back booth. The
figure opposite him smiled a goofy grin and pushed up his glasses.
        "So you're back, eh Ranma?? I knew you wouldn't be able to kick for
long."
        Ranma grimaced. He hated the way Mousse made it all look so easy.
Mousse was on and off of heroin every few months. He could kick in an
instant and not feel the slightest bit of withdrawl. Ranma broke into a
cold sweat and handed over five thousand yen.
        "Ranma, Ranma, Ranma. Not that I care, but wherever did you get so
much cash? Did you let Nabiki whip you again?" A vicious grin split
Mousse's face wide, "Or did daddy send you out hooking this time?"
        "I'll tell you the whole story after we cook."


        Ryoga drained his mug. The Guiness wasn't bad, but he still
preferred sake. He wasn't sure why he was drinking Guiness, but he...oh
yeah, he was in Belfast. I think that's how you say it, Bleftas- aw, who
the hell cares anyway. <hic> He raised his hand to order another drink, but
his hand wouldn't listen. He lay his head into the crook of his arms and
sobbed himself to sleep.


        Shampoo knocked on the door. There was no answer so she opened the
door a crack and peeked in. She couldn't see anything, but could hear
voices from around the corner. It was so damn dark!! Didn't anyone use
lights anymore?? In her Amazon village they didn't even have power, so she
tried to use as much as she could while she still had it. She listened in
but the voices were too quiet. Cursing softly to herself, she stomped out
of the hall and went to her room. Ranma and Mousse paid, so they get to use
the room, but she didn't like it. She knew they were up to
something...probably drugs. The nerve of Mousse not to share! And after all
she'd done for him!! Sulking, she slammed the door to her room closed
behind her. She decided to cheer herself up, she'd go into Tokyo. But
first...she reached under her mat and pulled up the floorboard. She removed
a black lacquered box and opened it. Shampoo pushed aside the pipe and
reached for the wrapping underneath. She unwrapped the paper and carfully
cut off the edge of the thin, silvery paper using the dragon-handled
scissors from the box. (Use dragon, think happy thoughts. Any other
scissors make Shampoo feel wierd!) She placed the tab on her tongue and
sealed everything up. She replaced the box, board and mat. She began to
feel the paper melting as her saliva worked it's way in. She looked at her
watch. Even with the lineup she could probably make it to the clubs before
the hit started to take effect.


        "Shit."


        "Swinging? That's very profound Ranma."
        "Shut up! What would you know anyways? You're just a gook! At least
I'm Japanese!"
        "Now, now Ranma. You're just jealous. After all, my feathers are
nicer than yours."
        "Very funny, four-eyes, but remember who won the war!"
        "Hey, I just blame it on the Manchurians!"
        Mousse and Ranma broke out into hysterical laughter.
        "Hey Mousse?"
        "What's up, Ranma?"
        "What're we talking about again??"
        "I'm fucked if I know!"
        "Naw, your just fucked!"
        "That too."


        Ukyo fell out of bed. She stumbled to the door, looking over her
shoulder at the corpse lying on the bed. She had to get out before
Tsubasa's goons found out she'd killed their boss.
        She dressed herself in whatever she could find and ran down the
hallway. Elevator, window, elevator, window. Elevator'd take too long. She
opened the window and stepped out onto the fire stairs.  she ran down the
stairs and into the street. She looked around, but could not get her
bearings. All she knew was that she was somewhere in Tokyo. She turned left
and just ran.


        Ryoga woke up. He looked at his watch. What was the point? 7:02
meant nothing in Brussels. He didn't even know what time zone it was. He
had to get back to Tokyo, then Nerima.
        He exited the bar and walked down the street, pausing in an
alleyway to relieve himself of his lunch and his beer, at the same time. At
least he missed his pants on both occasions. Wait...his pants...plaid??? Oh
God, he had to get home!! He stumbled out of the alley and into the street,
cursing the car that had the nerve to honk at him. Blocking the street, Ha!

        "Shit!"





        
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