Ah... forget the author's notes. Just remember that Soun Tendo and friends are
the sole property to Rumiko Tahakashi and if you mess with her, you mess with
a whole lot of otakus that are will to kick your ass. Pleasant readings...
(side note, I was just kidding about the ass kicking part)

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Panda Head Studios present
a little insight on why Soun Tendo is the way he is...
written by Fable Liquier
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	A middle age man opens the door and walks in from the outside world. He was a
slightly built man, with shoulder length hair and a mustache. He had a look of
depression on his face and dried tear stains. A slight tear escaped to follow
the salted path down to his chin. Silently, he closed the door and just stood
in the shadowy foyer.
	The mortician looked up from his desk to see the man. "Konichiwa," the
mortician said.
	The man nodded his head, as if he lost the will to speak.
	The mortician seemed to understand that something had happened, seeing that
this troubled soul was going to him. He moved on to the question of seeing
what he can do. 
	"May I be of any assistance?" the mortician asked. 
	In a dry trembling voice, the man answered. "Yes." 
	Seeing that the man wished to do business, he offered the man a seat. He
quietly sat down.
	"May I ask your name, sir?" the mortician asked.
	"Soun," he paused for a bit. "Soun Tendo."
	"Yes, Mr. Tendo, and might I ask who is the decease?" the mortician asked the
unavoidable question.
	"My... my... my wife," He broke out into tears. The mortician took out a
handkerchief. Soun took the cloth and dried his eyes. The tears kept on
rolling and never seemed to end like a flowing river.
	"I'm sorry to hear that," the mortician said.
	"She gave me three beautiful daughters. Who will mother them now?" he went
on. 
	All the mortician can do was sympathize for his pain. 
	"She must have the finest funeral, I will see to it," Soun said.
	The mortician nodded. 
	"I don't care about the cost, just give me the best you can offer," Soun
said.
	"I'll see to it," the mortician responded.
	"She was so lovely, so perfect. I loved her so much," Soun's tears began to
flow again.
	The mortician got up and walked to Soun. He patted him on the back. 
	"I'll see that your satisfied, Mr. Tendo," the mortician said.
	"She must have the best. The finest funeral for her," Soun said. "I don't
care about the cost. Oh, I loved her so much." 
	Soun turned around. He looked at the mortician straight in the face. The
mortician nodded his head. "Everything will be as you want it to be." 
	Soun thanked him and the two men shook hands. As the mortician walked Soun to
the door, he was half way from stopping himself from asking another question,
in fear of bringing the poor Mr. Tendo to tears again. 
	"Um, sir. Before you go, may I ask when did your wife die?" the mortician
asked.
	Mr. Tendo dried his tears and a slight smile appeared on his face. "As soon
as I get home." 


	Ending note. The story that I just written isn't quite original. It was an
old ghost story told to me by my older sister. As for the original concept of
the story, I can't say. It's just that every time I see Soun Tendo cry, I just
think he's faking it. I grown man like that, crying? There's got to be
something else going on in his head. Well anyway, I guess I'm going back to
work on my Blaster Master / Akane Fic and my Resident Evil / Project A-ko
crossover. Please, I encourage you to at least write to me if you read my
works and tell me how I'm doing. I live off of criticism, praises, and fan
letters. Tee hee. Anyway, Flames with no real message aside from "FABLE SUCKS"
is not going to be taken seriously and thrown away. Well, ta ta!