(*What the hell did I just get myself into. That was not like
anything that mom has ever been. Just what the hell is going on
here?*)  Ranma stood up and walked over to his closet and
rummaged through it as he did a little thinking.
  (*Mom's talkin' bout Family and fate and stuff. If Mom comes
from a line of martial artists, how could Pops think that she
would mother me too much? She'd know what be needed to train a
kid to be the best. I just don't get it.*)
  He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a number of
shirts, pants and underclothes. 
  (*Wait, she said warriors. Fighters may not be martial artists.
They wanted to _kill_. Was it a clan of Martial Artists? She
thinks that they are after me. Maybe...*) He continued his
thoughts as he packed for week's stay, (*If I need anything more,
I can send for it. Or else buy it.*)
  He looked around the sparse room a little, positive that he had
left something behind. He grabbed a picture off the dresser, it
was the one of the beach with him and Akane with the whole crew
of nuts that had become a part of his life.
  Then, glancing around to see any hidden spys, he went back to
closet. Looking again to check for watchers, he jumped up and
reached into the back of the closet. Landing, he opened a little
box to check it's contents, a sparkle of light and a gleam of
metal. Smiling, he closed the box and stuffed it into his pack.


tbc...
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