My Apologies for taking a while to get this to the list,
but it was a very difficult write.  I'll be releasing
all four parts over the next few days, so if you
happen to miss one, let me know and I'll mail it
direct.  A lot happens in this series, so you need to
see it all.  This is, as with the previous Series, based
heavily on events and situations from the preceeding
stories, which are available on my Web Site:

http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Bay/9295

As always, C&C is anticipated, accepted, and appreciated.
All original Ranma1/2 Characters and Backstory Copyright
Rumiko Takahashi, and are used without permission.

Please Enjoy.
Coutuva.



The Death of a Dream - Part 1                   <WARNING - LIME>
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	Kikyo stood before the dining table, looking over the
array of handguns she had just laid out neatly on it.  Each one
shined like the day it was made, even though some of them were
50 years old.
	As she looked them over, her hand reached over and gently
touched the odd one, enjoying the feel of the polished, precision
machined steel.  Sighing resignedly, she shook her head slowly
as she picked up her pristine example of a wartime german Luger.
	"Kiko-chan?  What's the matter...?"  Hitomi asked as she
walked over, noting her girlfriend's strange expression.
	"I guess there's no way to avoid it, ne Anata?" she
responded, absently doing an inspection of the weapon in her hand.
	"Ano... avoid what?"
	"Letting these go..." she sighed sadly, starting to
feild-strip the Luger without even thinking about it.  "It won't
do to have them in the house once the baby is born, and it may
take time to get good prices for them... some of these are pretty
rare, and I wouldn't be just giving them away." she indicated, her
voice going quieter as she continued.
	Hitomi bit her lip as she listened, watching as Kikyo
finished disassembling the weapon, placing the last part on the
table neatly.  Abruptly, she got an idea.
	"Kiko-chan...?"
	"Hai...?
	"3, 2, 1... GO!" she blurted, using her watch as a timer.
	Kikyo, reacting from habit, instantly grabbed at the parts
before her and began to reassemble the weapon.  Even Shampoo,
watching from a few feet away, was impressed by how fast she could
maneuver the intricate parts.
	"Done!"  Kikyo announced, slapping the finished weapon on
the table and raising her hands before her.
	"Yappa!  Eight seconds!  You're geting better, Kiko-chan!"
Hitomi announced, throwing a hug around her girlfriend.
	"Well, still not fast enough... there was a girl in my Unit
that could do that in six, and I still... Wait a second...!"
	Hitomi just grinned back at her.
	"You set me up, didn't you...?"  Kikyo complained, eyeing
the redhead levelly.
	"Sorta... I was confirming my suspicions.  You don't really
want to part with those, do you?"
	"Ano... no, Hitomi-chan.  But I know how easy it is for
things to happen... and the best way to keep them from happening
is to get rid of the hardware."  Kikyo responded, sighing
resignedly again.  "I'll hate to do it... I spent a lot of years
building this collection..."  she added sadly, picking up and
cocking the Luger, pointing it at the window and pulling the
trigger.  "But, there are more important things, ne?" she added,
looking down at her tummy and placing her free hand on it.
	"You don't have to give up on them, Kikyo-san... I know a
way you can keep them locked up safe and still use them easy."
Shampoo announced, walking over to the other girls.
	"Huh?  How would I do that?"  Kikyo blinked, turning to
regard Shampoo questioningly.  Hitomi grinned knowingly, but made
no comment.
	"Baka ne... like this!" the Amazon quipped, pulling out
one of her swords.  "These are not stuck to me... they are
actually in a safe place back in China... 'Hammerspace' lets me
get to them from anywhere, remember?"  she continued, regarding
the sword in her hand happily.
	Kikyo's eyes widened slightly as she considered the
possibilities.  "Do you think... I can?" she asked, raising a
hand to her gaping mouth.
	"We can find out."  the Amazon grinned, winking at
Hitomi.

	
	An hour and a half later, Kikyo stood eyeing the Amazon
in frustration, arms crossed in front of her.
	"Don't *try* to make it happen... all you have to do is
think about what thing you are needing, and it will be in your
hand,"  Shampoo repeated earnestly, pulling one of her swords
from behind her again.
	"Feh... I guess I'm just not supposed to be able to do
that, Lin-san."  Kikyo sighed resignedly, bending slowly to pick
up the gun at her feet.  "This 'hammerspace' thing must be unique
to Nerima,"  she added, crossing her arms in frustration.
	"Ya... There are others who can use it, too.  Akane
started when she was very young...  soon after her mother passed.
I started after I became cursed, and I'm from China."
	"Maybe it has to do with something big happening in a
person's life... you know, some kind of trauma." Hitomi mused
from her seat on the couch, skritching her head thoughtfully.
"I can't use it either, so that might be it."  she added,
regarding Shampoo expectantly.
	"Hitomi-chan, if anyone qualified, it would be you."
Kikyo smirked, nodding.  "Well, I guess I'm still no further ahead,"
she fretted, still disappointed in her results.
	"Don't worry, Kikyo-san.  I'm sure we can get it to work
for you.  Maybe after you have the baby,"  Shampoo smiled
encouragingly, despite being very surprised that Kikyo didn't have
it already.
	"And that won't be much longer, will it?"  Hitomi smiled,
rising from the couch to walk up to Kikyo.  "The suspense is
killing me,"  she added, placing her hands gently on Kikyo's large
tummy.
	Kikyo smiled in response, reaching up and touching Hitomi's
cheek.  "Just a few more weeks, Anata... then I can really start
calling you 'tousan',"  she quipped, winking.
	"Have you picked names yet?"  Shampoo chimed in, excitedly.
	"Ya... we haven't really even talked about it..."  Hitomi
indicated, looking into Kikyo's eyes briefly.  "Kiko-chan hasn't let
the Doc tell her what she's having, so we don't know where to start."
	"Is that a hint...?"  Kikyo responded, raising an eyebrow
suspiciously.
	"Ano... I told you the suspense is killing me..."  Hitomi
confirmed, flashing a pixie-grin.
	"Baka ne... You'll just have to wait.  I hate knowing what
a present is before I unwrap it, so I don't want to know what the
baby is.  I think it's more fun this way, too..."  Kikyo stated,
nodding.
	"Hai.  It's exciting all right... especially when it's so
close,"  the redhead indicated, smiling.
	"You two sound like newlyweds..."  Shampoo observed, shaking
her head and smirking.  "Well, it's getting late, and I am going to
bed... Oyasumi, minna,"  she added, smiling and waving as she
walked down the hall.
	"Newlyweds...?" the girls echoed in stereo as they looked
at each other blankly.  Within a heartbeat however, they clutched
at each other's arms and broke out laughing.
        The next morning,  Shampoo arose with the sun as per usual,
and noted with a grin that her friends were still sleeping soundly.
She knew they would not be rising for quite some time, which meant
she had the bathroom to herself and could enjoy a long, lazy soak.
	As she stripped for her bath, she found herself absently
wondering about the events of the night previous, particularly why
Kikyo couldn't make Hammerspace work.  Everyone she knew could use
it, right from Akane on down to Ukyou, the only common denominator
seeming to be contact with Ranma.
	As she stepped into the bath, Hitomi's words came back to
her as well, making her think about the possible connection.  She
smirked as she wondered just how much of a trauma was required,
especially given what had happened to Kikyo since she met Hitomi.
	Settling into the water and sighing luxuriously as it
enveloped her in it's warm caress, she smiled as she felt her
muscles loosen and her head clear.
	Suddenly, she had the distinct feeling that it was going
to be a good day.


	Two hours later, Shampoo strode aimlessly down the beach,
happily soaking up the warmth of the midmorning sun.  Having seen
the beauty of the day when she opened the shades, she decided to
forgo her Saturday practice in favor of a nice long walk.  Even
so, she found herself changing stride to some of the forms in her
routine, and would occasionally stop walking to finish the move she
had inadvertantly started.
	She found it amusing how old habits did indeed die hard.
	As she continued down the shoreline, her attention was
caught by a familiar but unusual sight a short distance up the beach.
Squinting to see it better, she noticed it was someone working
through a kata alone on the sand.  Continuing toward the individual
at a slightly quickened pace, she watched the moves with great
interest.
	Soon, she was close enough to tell that it was a man she
had been watching.  He was dressed only in the bottom half of a
black gi, and working out intensely with a bokken.  She felt her
face get warm as she noted that his well muscled chest, damp with
perspiration, seemed to shine in the mid-morning sun.
	Upon studying him intently for a few minutes, a wry grin
spread across her face as she thought of the perfect ice-breaker.
Eyes narrowing, she pulled out her swords, and while she was
still able to use the element of surprise, launched herself at
him.
	The man, sensing the impending attack, dove aside just as
Shampoo's blades bit sand.  Recovering, the Amazon went at him
again, her swords flashing in the sun as they tested his defenses.
	With only a bokken and his skill, he managed to defend
himself admirably, never once uttering a word.  Shampoo smiled
happily as she fought, not only enjoying the contest, but pleased
that her opponent had risen to the challenge.
	Abruptly, Shampoo leapt back out of the battle, chest
heaving with exertion, and eyed her fellow combatant levelly.
After a second, a wide smile crossed her face as she flipped one
sword into the air and caught it by the blade.  Aiming it like a
dart, she let it fly toward the man, who, as she anticipated,
caught it easily.
	With a battle cry that startled several nearby seagulls,
Shampoo leapt into the fray again, sword raised to deliver a
death-blow.  The man's parry caused a shower of sparks as metal
struck metal, and Shampoo rolled off the block, landing neatly
behind him.  Immediately, she attacked again with a flurry of
strikes, the air seeming to come alive with the ringing of clashing
steel.
	Finally, the two stood facing each other, both gasping for
breath, prespiring heavily, and smiling happily.  Shampoo lowered
her sword, set it at her feet, and then bowed to her opponent.
	"I am Lin Shan Pu.  You fought well, for a westerner,"
she stated, not realizing in her excitement that she had done so
in Mandarin.
	"I am Phillip Johnston,"  he replied, returning the bow and
lowering his sword.  "And I was raised in China."  he added, smiling.
"You also fought well, Amazon... I thank you for the excellent
workout.  I've been spoiled living in this country... nobody says
'hello' like that here."
	Shampoo's jaw dropped.  "How did you know I was an Amazon?"
she asked, shocked.
	"Your fighting style... your hair ornaments... and now,
your accent.  It's definitely Northern,"  he replied, casually.
	"I'm surprised... I wasn't expecting someone so
western-looking to be familiar with such things.  And you speak
well, too... this is also unexpected,"  Shampoo indicated, becoming
more and more impressed by the minute.
	"And I never expected to be treated to this,"  he smiled,
tossing her sword back to her.  "I'm very glad we met, Lin Shan Pu.
May I ask if you live here?"  he continued, his deep blue eyes
suddenly capturing the Amazon's.
	"I do... with friends down the beach.  Do you live here,
too?"
	"Yes.  I own this house, and work in Metro,"  he stated,
pointing to the unit behind him.
	"A very nice house...  and large,"  Shampoo noted,
unconsciously looking for signs of 'other family'.
	"Thank you.  Would you like a drink?  Or a tea, perhaps?
You must be thirsty after giving me a workout like that."
	"Actually, yes... I am a bit dry,"  Shampoo replied quickly,
trying to conceal her delight at the offer.
	"Good.  I will bring it out as soon as I shower.  Would you
like to come in and sit?"  he asked, regarding her expectantly.
	Shampoo flustered momentarily, not quite sure what to say.
Sensing perhaps he had been a bit too forward, Phil immediately
modified his invitation.  "If you would rather stay outside, there
are some very comfortable chairs on the patio,"  he indicated,
quickly.
	"That... would be fine.  Thank you,"  Shampoo responded,
relieved.  Inwardly, however, she was actually a bit disappointed.
	"Great!'  he smiled, turning and heading for the house,
gesturing for Shampoo to join him.  "I'll be right back out...
please make yourself at home."
	Shampoo smiled and nodded, the full impact of what had just
occurred finally sinking in.  She had just met a fine example of a
man, and he was perfect... almost as perfect as... Ailen.
	As she watched him enter his house, she had to pause a
moment and collect her thoughts.  The last thing she had expected
was to find herself interested in another man... especially a
western one.  The laws of her tribe didn't quite cover this
scenario.
	Inside the house, Phil headed down the main hallway toward
the bathroom, towelling his dripping forehead.  He counted himself
lucky that the Amazon was just playing with him, as she had easily
pushed the upper limits of his ability.
	As he passed a large, ornate mirror on the hallway wall,
it suddenly distorted the image it bore, and the glass turned a
menacing shade of black.  From within the blackness, two yellow
spots appeared, and took on the shape of angry eyes.
	"You have succeeded,"  a deep, powerful voice stated,
flatly.
	"Yes, I have... she seems interested,"  Phil replied,
distantly.
	"Proceed then... you know what you must do,"  the voice
instructed, curtly.
	"Does this really have to be done?  There must be
another..."  he began, but was interrupted by the voice.
	"You have your instructions... they will be carried out,
or the penalty will be exacted.  There is no option,"  the voice
ordered, and the mirror instantly returned to normal.
	"Bastards,"  he spat in response, regarding the mirror
angrily.
	Cursing under his breath, he stomped off to the bathroom
and slammed the door behind him, ending up facing the vanity
mirror.  "You stupid son of a bitch..."  he snarled at the face
looking back at him.  Suddenly feeling totally disgusted, he draped
his towel over the mirror. not wanting to see that face any longer.
It only reminded him of his pact... and the price he was about to
pay for it.



	Hitomi and Kikyo arrived home fairly late from their
shopping trip, and were quite surprised to see Shampoo virtually
floating about the house, her large eyes bright with excitement.
	"Nee, Lin-san... what gives with you?  You look like you
just won the lottery,"  Kikyo asked, nudging Hitomi and pointing
at the Amazon.
	"Ya... something much better happened,"  Shampoo replied,
smiling knowingly.
	"It must be something really good... I don't think I've
ever seen you like this,"  Hitomi observed, bewilderedly.
	"I think she's found a man..."  Kikyo abruptly suggested,
nodding.  "Yep, uh-huh.  There's love in those eyes, for sure,"
she added, teasingly.
	Shampoo giggled happily and nodded emphatically in
response.  "I did find a man... a strong, handsome one.  He lives
down the beach from us, and is a fair Martial Artist, too,"  she
noted, sighing wistfully.
	Hitomi and Kikyo simply looked at each other wordlessly
for a moment, then broke out laughing.
	Shampoo, thinking somehow that she was the joke, stepped
forward and eyed the pair accusingly.
	"What is so funny about that?"  she asked, setting her
hands on her hips.
	"Gomen, Lin-san... we were just talking about you on the
way home.  We thought that you might be interested in a little
male company, and then we find out that you already found some,"
Hitomi explained, smiling.
	"Hai!  We were going to take you out on the town tonight,
and see if you could find someone interesting,"  Kikyo seconded,
shaking her head.  "So, tell us all about him!  He must really be
something for you to be this excited!"  Kikyo urged, walking up to
the Amazon and taking her hand.
	"We have to see if he's up to snuff... "  Hitomi added,
shooting Shampoo a knowing  wink.
	"Hai... I will.  But I have to make supper first, then I
will tell,"  Shampoo replied, her cheeks flushing.
	"Hitomi-chan!  Did you see that?  Did you see those
cheeks?"  Kikyo pointed out, grinning teasingly.
	"Hai!  That's it, Lin-san... forget cooking.  We're going
out tonight, so you can fill us in,"  Hitomi decreed, and promptly
called a cab.
	Shampoo smiled happily to herself, actually anxious to
tell her friends all.  Still, she couldn't resist teasing them a
bit first.  It made the moment last longer, and she was all
for that.



	Over the next few days, Shampoo made it a point to meet
Phil on the beach after work for their now-ritual sparring session.
Hitomi and Kikyo couldn't believe the change in her, and were both
extremely happy that she seemed to have finally found someone.
	Shampoo meantime made no secret, at least to the other
girls, about how she felt.  She talked about him constantly, and
was proud of his ability as a warrior and his dashing good looks.
He was the only thing on her mind it seemed, especially once he
finally asked her out on a real date.
	"Hitomi-san!  You have to help me!  Phil asked me on a real
date, and I don't know what to wear for it!!" she blabbered, upon
bursting through the door and rushing right up to the stunned
redhead.
	"Ay, Lin-san...!  Of course I'll help you!"  Hitomi
recovered, unable to conceal her delighted smile.  "Go have your
bath, and I'll set out a dress for you.  Where are you going?"
she inquired, curious for a number of reasons.
	"He wants to take me to dinner and to a Phantom,"  the
flabbergasted Amazon replied, shaking her head.  "But I don't know
what a 'Phantom' is,"  she added, nervously.
	Hitomi had to bite her lip.
	"Lin-san, that's a play... you know, Theatre.  It's called
'The Phantom of the Opera', and it's incredible... I took Kikyo
to it a while back,"  she corrected, smiling.  "I think it's a great
idea.  You'll really like it,"  she added, calmly.
	"Maybe... but I don't think I will be paying much
attention..."  Shampoo quipped, winking at her friend.
	"Baka ne... Go have your bath, I know what to set out for
you now,"  Hitomi responded, smirking back at the Amazon.
	"Hai!  Arigato, Hitomi-san!" Shampoo called back as she
bounced off to the bathroom.
	"Eto... she's just like a highschool girl, ne, Hitomi-chan?"
Kikyo observed, laughing.
	"Well, you know what it's like when you get asked out on
your first date,"  Hitomi replied, wistfully.
	"Huhn... I thought I knew, but then you came along and
changed all that real fast.  And now look at me..."  Kikyo indicated,
holding her ever-expanding tummy.  "Well, they say true love
changes your life, ne?"  she added, stepping up to Hitomi and
resting her head on her girlfriend's shoulder.
	"It does.  Just look at Lin-san.  She's a like a teenaged
girl again,"  Hitomi commented, winking at Kikyo and wrapping an arm
over her shoulder.  "C'mon... help me pick out something for her.
She wants to look perfect."
	"Hitomi-chan... if I go in that room with you, we *won't* be
picking a dress..."  Kikyo indicated, winking suggestively.
	"Ay... what's got into you?"  Hitomi blinked, turning to
face her girlfriend.
	"Seeing Lin-san like that... it reminds me of how I felt
when you took me out for the first time.  Actually, you still make
me feel that way,"  Kikyo explained, putting her arms on the
redhead's shoulders.
	"Baka ne..."  Hitomi breathed, pulling Kikyo into an
affectionate embrace.
	Two hours later, Shampoo stood before the mirrors in the
girls bedroom, checking herself over yet again.
	Hitomi had selected a brilliant, multi-hued long Chinese
satin dress for her, with matching heels and clutch.  The dress
clung to every smooth curve of the Amazon's body, and the ornately
embroidered bodice showed off her best features without revealing
too much.
	Kikyo had to shake her head to keep from staring, and
Hitomi stood back smiling proudly, feeling almost like she was
sending her daughter off to a date.
	Snapping open the coordinated fan she held, Shampoo
finally turned to the girls and smiled.
	"I think I am ready,"  she announced, waving the fan before
her and flashing her eyes over top of it.
	"Hai... you're ready, all right.  If he can concentrate on
the show, he must be inhuman,"  Kikyo observed, winking at Hitomi.
	"You look gorgeous, Lin-san.  Thank the Fates that dress
fit you.  I wasn't sure it would," the redhead noted, taking another
look at her handiwork.
	"It's a bit snug, but it's okay," she replied, adjusting
the bodice.  "Thank you for loaning it to me, Hitomi-san,"  Shampoo
smiled, bowing to the girls.
	"Careful, Lin-san... don't want that dress coming off *too*
soon..."  Kikyo smirked, glancing at Hitomi as she noticed the
stress on the bodice.
	"Ano..."  Shampoo sputtered, her face flushing instantly.
	Kikyo and Hitomi both broke out laughing at the sight,
causing Shampoo's flush to deepen even more.
	Before anyone could recover, the sound of the doorbell
interrupted them, and Kikyo, wiping her eyes to see where she was
going, dutifully headed off to answer it.
	Shampoo gasped aloud, quickly turning to the mirror and
checking herself again.
	'You're perfect, Lin-san.  Get going,"  Hitomi urged,
smiling at the flustered Amazon.
	"Arigato, Hitomi-san.  You're a blessing,"  Shampoo smiled,
then huffed and headed out the door.
	Hitomi went to follow her out, but stopped short as she
noticed a toppled bottle of nail polish leaking on the top of the
dresser.  Cursing under her breath, she grabbed a wad of tissues
to clean up the mess.
	At the door, Kikyo stepped back as the tall, solid man in
the doorway smiled back at her.  He stood proudly,  dressed in a
neat black casual suit over a white, high-neck shirt.  In his hand,
he held a single rose.
	"Hello.  You must be Kikyo.  Hajimemashite,"  he greeted,
bowing quickly.
	"Hello.  You must be Phil.  Lin-san has said much about
you.  Please to come in,"  she replied in English, returning his
bow and gesturing him in.
	"Thank you.  I..."  he began, only to lose his voice as
he spotted Shampoo walking toward him.
	"Nihao, Phillip,"  Shampoo said, eyeing him liquidly.
Underneath her cool exterior however, she was fighting to stay
standing as her knees suddenly felt like pudding.
	"Shan Pu... you are a vision.  You put me to shame,"  he
finally replied, speaking Mandarin.  Smiling broadly, he handed
Shampoo the rose, which she took happily.  Kikyo's brow furrowed
momentarily, as she was dying to know what he had said.
	"You flatter me, Phil.  I think you look very handsome.
Shall we go?" she responded, smiling demurely.
	"Yes, by all means.  Our reservations are for eight
o'clock, and we have just enough time.  My car is out front,"
Phil indicated, and offered the Amazon his arm.
	"Thank you,"  Shampoo smiled again, taking the proffered
lead.  Shifting to Japanese, she turned quickly to Kikyo and
flashed a mischeivous grin.  "Don't wait up...!"  she quipped,
and sauntered out the door.
	"Have fun, Lin-san!"  Kikyo whispered, winking.
	As the door closed behind them, Kikyo turned back into the
room just in time for Hitomi to finally make her appearance.
Immediately, the redhead's face fell.
	"You mean I missed him?  Kuso, I wanted to see who this
pagan god was,"  she pouted, disappointedly.
	"He was pretty nice, for a man..." Kikyo intoned, shrugging.
"He knows Chinese all right, and he also speaks English.  A charmer,
too," she added, thoughtfully.
	"I wish I could have seen him.  Was Lin-san upset that I
didn't get here?"
	"Lin-san barely noticed *me*.  She's so smitten with him
that her face flushed when he said hello,"  Kikyo indicated, shaking
her head.  "And by the way, she said 'Don't wait up',"  she added,
crossing her arms and grinning wryly.
	"Oh ho... she's got it bad, all right,"  Hitomi agreed,
nodding.  "Well, I really hope it goes well for her.  Seeing how
she reacted after we told her about the baby,  I was worried about
her. She had a big hole in her life... up until she met this
'Phil'," she continued, her tone becoming more serious.
	"Judging by what I saw, there's no need for concern,"  Kikyo
replied, suggestively.  "I'll be surprised if she comes home
tonight."
	Hitomi's eyes widened.  "Kiko-chan... on their first date?!?"
she gasped, surprising Kikyo at how taken aback she was by the
thought.
	"Hai.  Lin-san is a passionate girl, Hitomi-chan..." Kikyo
noted, thoughtfully.  "It's that 'warrior' mentality.  Mark my
words,"  she added, nodding assuredly.
	"Masaka... if she's that 'passionate', then I hope she's
careful," Hitomi fretted, shaking her head.
	"Anata... you sound like her mother,"  Kikyo abruptly
teased, tsking.
	"She's my friend, Kiko-chan... I want her to have some real
happiness her life.  I get the feeling somehow that she hasn't had
that, and she's way overdue.  She could screw up a good thing if
she's not careful,"  Hitomi protested, earnestly.
	Kikyo sighed resignedly and smiled, her eyes shimmering
slightly.  "Anata, I love you," she abruptly stated, walking up
and hugging Hitomi lovingly.  "I think it's wonderful how you care
about everyone so much," she added, kissing her cheek.
	"Ano... I can't help it, Kiko-chan.  I just... do," Hitomi
smiled back, sheepishly.
	Long into the small hours of the morning, the sound of the
front door closing, followed by the echoing thud of heels dropped
on the hardwood entry woke the girls from their fitful sleep.  Just
as Hitomi was getting up to investigate, a quiet knock at their
bedroom door surprised them both.
	"Hai!" they chorussed, and the door slowly swung open to
admit a surprisingly upset Shampoo.  As the girls looked at her in
confusion, she sighed and walked in the room slowly, finally sitting
heavily on the edge of the bed beside Kikyo.
	"Lin-san?  What happened?"  Hitomi asked worriedly, shifting
up onto her kees behind Kikyo.  "Didn't your date go well?"
	"It was wonderful.  The show was beautiful, the dinner
before was excellent, and the drinks afterward were perfect," she
responded, puffing out a breath.  "He only did one thing wrong all
night," she added, shaking her head slowly.
	"He did..? What?"  Hitomi blinked, nervously.
	"He brought me home," the Amazon replied, dejectedly.
	Kikyo lost it.  Hitomi erked at her girlfriend's reaction,
but when she looked back at Shampoo, the Amazon flashed her a wry
grin, then started to laugh herself.




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END - The Death of a Dream Part One		A Ranma1/2 Fanfic By Coutuva


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"No, we don't broadcast animation live any more... it
puts too much of a strain on the Artist's wrists."