"Free mage" <freemage@hotmail.com> wrote:

    Ranma, drooling over her slumped form:  "Oh, yes there is,
my pretty!  Now that 'Lost Boy' is out of the way, you are all
mine!

    Akane, terror on her face:  "No!  I can't, I don't love you!
[more thoughtful]  But still, better with a perverted jerk than
being alone, no matter how much you degrade me."

This script format stuff looks kind of odd inside a prose story.

    Grabbing a towel, she opened the door.  Just as she realized
that the bath was not empty, Ryouga stood up and shouted, "No,
Akane!  Don't eat me!"

    Akane blinked.  "I wasn't planning on it."  She shut the
door to the bath.

How come she doesn't have a stronger reaction of some kind?

    {Oh, man, what a time for Akane to walk in!  And Ranms's got
my clothes, too!  Why, I'll bet he meant for this to happen all
along!}  "Ranma, this is all your fault!"

    It took Ryouga a moment to realize that he had spoken out
loud.  It took him a few more to realize that the passerbys were
now staring at him.  It took him several minutes to realize just
what, exactly, they were staring at.

What is this, a Ryoucilo fic? :-)

    {Stupid Tomboy.  She even blamed me for losing her precious
"P-Chan" again, even though it was.... Nah, forget that.  No
way anyone's gonna blame Kasumi for it.}

    He leaned back and stared at the stars.  {Ukyou, wherever
you've gone, I sure hope you're okay.}

What made him think about her?

    Deep in the hold of the ship, a glowing red display marked
the passing time.  [0:19:48, 0:19:47, 0:19:46, 0:19:45....]

Cool, the ship's a time machine!! :-)

Looking forward to the next installment!


Gary Kleppe
http://www.execpc.com/~kleppe/comics