This was somethign I forgot to mention at Otakon.  For your
pleasure...


DOJO RAIDER II!
The Evil Adventures of Lara

http://www.emich.edu/public/llb/fanfic.html

If you thought DOJO RAIDER! was evil, it wasn't.



	There was a strange smell and some smoke coming inside from
the yard, so I had to investigate.  After all, Ranma was currently
passed out by the table, Akane having beat the poor girl senseless
after finding out what had happened, and Akane was watching TV.
	And then I saw her.  Again.  "Back again?  Wasn't it enough?
Back for more?"
	She turned and looked at me curiously.  She smiled at me, very
small, very... unnatural.
	"What, did you just get back from a funeral?"  She was dressed
all in black too.  That was a little unnerving.  There was only one
person that dressed close to that.  Well, two, but Gosunkugi was
hardly a threat.
	"You," she said quietly.
	"Yeah, it's me.  Why'd you come back here?"  This is getting a
little weird.  Something's not right.
	"Back?"
	She tilted her head to the side a little, still smiling.
"So?"
	"You recognize me."  It wasn't a question.
	"Yeah, how could I forget you?  I still have the bruise."
	The smile doesn't get any bigger, but somehow it gets more
sinister.  "So, apparently you've met another version of myself."
	I blinked.  Another version?
	"You heard me," she said conversationally.  "I wonder what I
did here...  Certainly couldn't have been too awful.  You're still
alive aren't you?"
	Bad.  Very bad.
	"My foolish other selves...  What a waste.  But now that I'm
here..."
	She held out her hands, and something like two orbs of ki
formed there.  I barely had enough time to duck before the blast of
energy hit the house and demolished it.
	There was a sound like.... well,  a house exploding, and an
incredible rush of heat.  I shut my eyes tight and could feel the
heated air I breathed in threaten to burn my lungs.  Debris rained
down around me, I could hear it, and it was some sort of miracle I
wasn't hit.
	I opened my eyes and she was still standing there.  Maybe it
wasn't a miracle.  Maybe it was something far worse.

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