Subject: [FFML] Nekophobia Status and Teaser
From: "David Eddy" <dje@progress.com>
Date: 7/14/1998, 9:42 PM
To: "FFML" <ffml@fanfic.com>

Well, it's been a while.

In fact, it's been a *really* long time.

But, at last, Nekophobia is almost complete.

I apologise to those fans of the story who have been patiently
waiting for the completion of the tale, but soon it will be 
here.  Thank you to those who wrote to me, asking where the
final part was... you helped me through a difficult time with
my writing.

Beginning next week, I will begin reposting Nekophobia from
part one for the benefit of those whose memory needs refreshing
at the rate of one part per day.

I hope you enjoy it.

And now, just to whet your appetite, an excerpt from Nekophobia
Part 9, The Rescue of Akane....

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     The windows of the Nekohanten were obscured by something
but dimly lit from the inside.  Ranma stopped and looked around.
     Everything was quiet... or as quiet as it ever got here,
anyway.  Around her, the sounds of televisions and conversations
formed a background noise punctuated by the faint clanking of
cooking vessels.  Normal evening noises, nothing out of the
ordinary.  The other businesses nearby were either open or
closed as was normal for them, the occasional person walked the
street.
     Except for the Nekohanten, everything seemed normal.  Ranma
could see no traps, although there was certainly one waiting for
him inside.  Extending her senses, reflexes set on a hair
trigger, she opened the door and went in.
     Inside, the restaurant was deserted, except for Mousse, who
sat quietly in one corner facing the doorway.
     "Where is she, Mousee?!" she asked, her eyes scanning for
the others.  But in vain; other than the Chinese boy the inside
of the restaurant was utterly deserted.
     "You must go here," said Mousse in an emotionless voice.
He produced a map.  "You will find what you seek at that
location."
     Ranma approached the table slowly, eyes alert for a trap.
She found nothing, however, and eventually took the map from its
resting place on the table.
     She looked at Mousse's preternaturally calm face
quizzically.  "How come you're not attackin' me?" she asked
suddenly.  "I mean, this's gotta be some plot of the old ghoul's
to get me to marry Shampoo."
     Mousse's glasses glinted in the light as he shook his head.
Ranma felt a growing sense of unreality creep in on her, the
traffic noises growing remote, somehow amplifying the kitchen
noises from the restaurant next door.  "I doubt very much that
that is the case, Saotome," he said.
     "Wha--?"  The room grew even more remote to Ranma as she
suddenly lost control of her legs.  She grabbed at the edge of
the table, the map crushed in her desperate grasp, as she tried
in vain to prevent herself sliding to the floor.
     She struggled against the encroaching tide of blackness.
Mousse stood and stepped into her field of vision.  She was
unable to move a muscle.  "Goodbye, Saotome," she saw him say as
he began to strip something from his hands, but she could hear
nothing through the growing rushing in her ears.

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*evil laugh*

--
David Eddy - Senior Consultant, Progress Software Melbourne
dje@progress.com

Screening Coordinator and Subbing Bunny, Melbourne Anime Society
My home page is at http://nabiki.newberry.edu/DEddy