[Opening note to the FFML]
Well I'm glad to say that this is one of my better fics that I've done.
And I hope that the new characters don't scare you off, in fact me and a few
ff writer friends are writing a few sidestories to help the understanding of
them.
But otherwise if you have a REALLY big problem with not knowing about the
characters in an indepth way...
Feel free to ask me ANY questions on your mind.
Enjoy! ^_^
---Petes-kun
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RPML-2025: A New Beginning
By: Peter "Petes" Detenbeck
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"Now that you're dead and gone
And I'm left to carry on
I could never smile cause you
Won't stay alive for me."
-The End of the Line, by The Offspring
Nerima, 2025
The woods seemed to be against Shichi Ukiuki today. They would easily
let his friend pass by, but Shichi would get the receiving end of the
branches and roots.
And this wasn't a good thing. With three soldiers flying after them.
"<Almost there... Just a bit further...>" He thought to himself.
*WONK*
Suddenly out of the blue he ran into a wall.
"<Scratch that, I AM there...>" He thought as he took the moment to
rub his nose. The noises of their pursuer's grav sleds could be heard coming
closer.
"<Crap.>" Shichi then raised one finger on his left hand, and pressed
it hard against the wall. "BAKU CHAI TEN KE CHU!"
A small part of the wall exploded from his technique and he made his
way through. He ran into the streets as he left the central park and dashed
into an alley.
"Took you long enough." A female voice said, a bit of a mocking tone
was heard in it. From behind a dumpster a girl in a white and red nylon body
suit and a black leather jacket, stepped out. "I thought you'd at least
outrun me if not our friends." She smirked, her yellow eyes flashed brightly
in the dark. She brushed aside some of her purple-ish pink hair from her eyes
and as she grinned, one of her Ryouga-esk fangs showed.
"Oh be quiet Oniko..."
"Hey don't tell me to be quiet, remember who wears the pants in this
friendship." Oniko said in a poor imitation of a man's voice.
"But who makes that calls on where an attack is to be made is another
story entirely..." A new voice said, it seems to come from a nearby parked
van. Leaning up against it was a man in his mid forties, dressed in a very
professional outfit. A scar ran down the left side of his face. "You shouldn't
of attacked the killer factory."
Oniko shoved Shichi aside before he could say anything. "We did just
fine, and it's not a killer factory, it's the KCF Sable production center."
The man just scoffed. "It can be called the great glass womb for all
I care. You two still shouldn't of had made an attack on it."
"But Foster-" Shichi was about to say, but Oniko cut him off again.
"Why not!?"
The man that was named Foster got up from where he was leaning and
walked over to Oniko. "Because you don't attack a place that can release all
of its livestock on you the second you breach the main defenses. Do you think
the KCF care if they release a bunch of half way programmed Sables to destroy
some so called freedom fighters? No they don't."
This shut Oniko up, and Foster knew it would, after all, she was
exactly like her father, and her father once said "If you're going to engage
in a debate with me, you better make sure yer fully loaded."
Oniko just glared at Foster and opened the back of the van and closed
it behind her. Foster turned his attention towards Shichi.
"Who's idea was it anyways?"
"Huh?" Shichi just asked.
"Well it was a rather good plan you had there. You two even figured
out how long you have to get in between perimeter sweeps. I haven't even
noticed that." Foster explained and smiled, he dropped the tough love act and
now took up the friendly ally one.
"Well Oniko got the idea to attack... I just pointed out that it took
about thirty seconds for them to..." Shichi just trailed off for no reason
what so ever.
"<I wonder about that boy sometimes... Nothing like his mother. He
kind of takes after his father a bit though...> Well the next time you two
tell me about a idea like that. I could of had Yashoko or Lin-lin and Ran-ran
to help you." Shichi just nodded, but he didn't like the idea of Oniko's
godmothers and step aunt helping them, even though they're VERY good fighters,
he'd just rather that Rezo or the rest of his and Oniko's friends helped
instead, but they were all out at the time.
"Comon Shi-chan! We'll be late!" Oniko called out as she hopped out
of the van. This time she was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black
T-shirt with the logo for Priss and the Replicants on the back. "I don't want
to miss the Replocants playing at Hell's Capitol."
Oniko grabbed Shichi by the arm and started to pull him off towards
the night club known as Hell's Capitol across the street. Foster just shook
his head and went back into his van.
"<I hope Shichi forgetting to take off his combat spatula won't cause
them any problems...>"
* * * * * *
The inside of Hell's Capitol certainly upkeeps the name. The stage is
rigged with bonfires and fence, the main floor is splattered with what you
only hope is paint, and the bar... Well the bar is actually rather nice,
although it's so long that three bartenders are needed to run it.
On stage Priss and the Replicants were already performing one of their
songs.
("My mission in life is to see you DIE!!! Baby!")
Oniko just slumped her shoulders when she saw that she missed the
opening instrumental. Shichi was glad though, it was always hell on his ears.
"Comon, lets get a drink!" Oniko shouted, trying to not let the sound
of the retrothrash band drown her out. Fortunately Shichi heard her and nodded.
They walked over to the bar and the 'tender asked their order.
"I'll have a beer, and my friend," Oniko pointed at Shichi. "Will have
a frosty hang over." Shichi snickered at the fact that he's become so
predictable to Oniko that she'd know he was in the mood for a beer-froster.
("I'm not your whore!!!")
The bartender quickly went to work, took out a cold bottle of Molson
Nabs from the fridge, filled a tall glass with frozen beer slush, set them in
front of Oniko and Shichi, and took the ten thousand yen that was placed on
the counter.
("I'm your angel of death!!!")
The two picked up their drinks and looked around for a booth or a
table. Oniko casually sipped at her beer bottle and then pointed at a table
that a short girl with black hair braided in a pigtail was sitting at.
"Sachi-chan!" Oniko called out as she ran over to the girl, Shichi
walked after her and sat down.
"Hey Oni-chan, Shichi! Great to see you guys." The girl, Sachiko, said
to her two friends.
("I'm your noose! Your razor blade!!! Your lethal injection!!!")
"So where's Rakusuke?" Oniko asked Sachiko. Shichi got an odd look on
his face that only Sachiko noticed, she grinned a little.
"He got his bike fixed, so him and Rezo are out riding around town."
Oniko snapped her fingers and muttered a "too bad". "So how'd it go?" Sachiko
asked Shichi who was trying to only pay attention to his drink. "Chi-chi?
How'd the 'operation' go?"
Shichi kind of twitched at the pet name that Sachiko gave him. She's
been calling him that for two years now, and he still doesn't like it.
("Writhing in pain...!!!")
"It was a failure, we didn't get past the courtyard." Shichi simply
said and went back to sucking the frozen alcohol up his straw, a few crunches
were heard as he grinded it down with his teeth.
("You'll never control meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!")
Oniko giggled a bit. "And when did you bruise your nose? I don't
remember that happening." Shichi blushed a bit rather than tell the
embarrassing tale of how he ran face first into the wall separating central
park from the streets.
"I... Well..." He could only stutter, and then looked up in
disappointment to see that Oniko already took off to get closer to the band.
"Sigh. She never listens to me when I want he to..."
Sachiko shrugged and went back to her rum and coke, but then she
looked back up slowly to see Shichi staring at her backside.
"The hell are you doing!? Hentai!"
"No! It's not that! I was wondering where your tail went. I don't see
it." Shichi defended himself, arms outstretched and hands waving to keep the
short tempered girl at a distance. "You didn't... Have them cut it off... Did
you?" Sachiko put her drink down and laughed.
"No silly Chi-chi." She said and pointed at the belt loops on her
pants, the belt she wore looked oddly furry, and it twitched a moment ago.
"Oh." he said and blushed again at being stupid. He would have
blushed even more if he wasn't used to Sachiko hanging off of him, because
she just draped her arm over his shoulder and got close to him a moment after
that.
"Saw how you looked when Oni-chan mentioned Raku'. You really
shouldn't get be all upset whenever you think she has a thing for the Hibiki."
"Yeah well..." Shichi timidly murmured and squirmed around. "God,
this seat is so uncomfortable!"
Sachiko hung her head and sighed. "Chi-chi... You're still wearing
your combat spatula. Didn't you notice?"
Shichi looked surprised when her realized that she was right, took
the large kitchen tool/blunt slashing weapon off his back and laid it next
to the chair that Sachiko put her purse on.
"Gee, I guess I'm so used to it that I didn't notice until it started
to bug me..."
"Well don't upset your handsome head about it," Sachiko smiled and
tapped him on the nose as she spoke. "I'm sure that Oniko'll over look your
slight obliviosity in the light of your looks and 'white knight' morals."
"<Great,>" Though Shichi. "<She's still bringing up how I saved her
from a fondling worse than death from that geriatric lecher...>"
Shichi was referring to the day when the KCF released Happousai from
the correctional facility. He immediately went back to his old tendencies and
felt up every girl in sight. At the time him and Sachiko were on their way to
Ucchan's and the old man saw Sachiko, but was stopped by a quick blow to the
head from Shichi's spatula. He was a little embarrassed from the kiss that
Sachiko gave him, but that was Sachiko, and being too friendly with friends
seems to be one of her traits.
They locked the old man up for good after that.
It was the only thing that Oniko seemed to be glad the KCF did.
"<I'm in love with a daemoness and the only one I can talk to about
it is a girl that's one forth Saiya-jin... Life can't get any stranger.>"
Shichi ignored how close Sachiko was to him and looked at Oniko, who was
cheering Priss on with a clenched hand along with the rest of the crowd.
* * * * * *
The hover cab pulled up to the corner of Neko Avenue, and a couple
came out. The girl whom was wearing a leather jacket and black clothes paid
the cabby while the man who was also dressed in black clothes along with
black wool gloves hummed some 20th century Rob Zombie song to himself. At a
closer look the girl looked like a thirty year old Akane with a pink streak
in her hair, and the man just looked strange with his messy and ragged short
black hair.
"Hey and buddy," The cabby said to the guy as he leaned out the
window of his cab. "I suggest that you use a comb."
The guy just sarcastically laughed and then shot a nasty look at the
cabby. "And I have some advice for you!" He said in a angry tone. "The next
time you get caught in traffic, use these!" he said and then flipped him the
bird with both hands. The cabby looked insulted and drove off. "And have a
fucking nice day!" The guy called after the cab and muttered "fuckin' twit"
under his breath.
"Seth... I don't know what to do with you anymore..." The girl said
as she rubbed her forehead, the man, Seth, grinned and shrugged. "Lets just...
Lets just get something to eat."
"All right Annie my counterpart, I say some nice convenience store
food!" Seth said and grinned some more.
"For once I agree with you, especially since we can afford an actual
meal after paying the cab fare."
Seth's face looked extremely happy when he heard this. "Instant ramen?
Canned drinks? Junk food? I AM SO FUCKING THERE!!!"
* * * * * *
"<This'll be easy pickings...>" Ricky Valvito thought to himself as
he checked to make sure all three ammo chambers on his colt grenade ammo
special were loaded.
He saw the couple leave the hover cab and grinned cruelly as he made
note on how weak and vulnerable the two were.
"<Oh yeah, very easy...>"
* * * * * *
Seth and Annie never expected it as they walked around the corner,
but the next thing they knew, Seth had a BIG colt special shoved right in his
face.
"Gimme your fucking money!!!" The mugger shouted, jerking his gun at
Seth's face in a universal symbol for "I'll blow his goddamn face off if you
don't." Seth's stomach took the opportunity to grumble, and this gave the
cussing punk an idea.
Very coolly.
Very subtly.
And very unexpectedly.
He ate the end of the gun.
"What the... WHAT THE HELL!?" The mugger exclaimed as Seth swallowed
the chewed up gun barrel and snatched the rest of it from the mugger's hands.
"What the fuck kind of freak are you!?" He kept shouting as Seth then ate the
rest of the gun and nibbled on the end of a bolt from the gun handle.
"A goddamn fuckin' hungry one, as a matter of freakin' fact." Seth
said with the bolt clasped between his teeth, grinning.
The mugger decided to beat a hasty retreat before he finds out if
Seth also eats humans.
"*urp* That was kinda tasty, but I'm still in the mood for that
ramen." Seth went back to walking towards the convenience store with Annie
mumbling something about a new diet.
* * * * * *
It was a hour later and Oniko was still in the crowd in front of the
stage cheering on Priss, and Sachiko and Shichi were still sitting at the
table near the bar chatting.
All of a sudden the door was thrown open and three identical gray
jumpsuit clad men walked in, Sables, and they were searching for someone.
"Oh god no..." Shichi timidly said as he looked at the sate so they
wouldn't see him.
"Don't worry Chi-chi. I doubt that they're looking for you and Oniko."
Sachiko said while patting Shichi on the back. "After all, you killed all of
them, right?"
Shichi slowly looked at the trio of Sables and instantly noticed that
one has his jump suit slashed and was all bloody, oddly he slashed one right
in the same place when him and Oniko were attacking the...
"Oh god no..."
* * * * * *
"You know who I hate?"
"No, who?"
"The customers."
"Which ones?"
"All of them."
Seth and the store clerk were caught up in a rather strange chat that
oddly resembled a 20th century cult film, or maybe it was a comic, but it
doesn't really matter, does it?
What DID matter at the moment was that Seth was delightfully chowing
down on the recently heated cup of ramen and was waiting for Annie to come by
with her food. To pass the time he talked to the clerk, a fellow gaijin named
Bret.
"So you hate me?"
"No."
"How come?"
"'Cuz you're not really a customer."
"The fuck?"
"Customers don't talk to me, they just buy their shit and leave, you
at least talk to me. Therefore you're not a customer, get it?"
"No, but it's all very interesting."
Annie walked up to the counter with a bag of chips and a can of beer,
Seth noticed the beer and swiftly took it away.
"HEY!" Annie shouted in protest. "What are you doing?!"
"You may not remember what you were like that time you were drunk..."
Seth said as he handed it over to Bret. "But I do."
"Fine." Annie said and went to get a different drink, this one was a
soft drink called Wet Dream.
"No matter how many times I stock those, I can't help to burst out
laughing." Bret said snickering as he ringed up the price. Annie paid for the
both of them and left. Bret told Seth to stop by some time. Seth pretended he
didn't hear him.
"So," Seth spoke with his mouth full of ramen noodles. "Where are we
heading next?" Annie tore open the bag of chips and shoved a handful in her
mouth. "Annie? Where the fuck are we heading?" Seth continued to ask. Annie
just washed down the chips with her can of Wet Dream and turned to Seth.
"We're heading to fucking Nyx's place, that's where!" Seth could tell
from her saying some of her rarely used swearing vocabulary that she was a
bit annoyed with him, not that he cared mind you.
"Alright! Alright! You don't have to get so goddamn fuckin' testy
with me." Seth said and gulped down the rest of his ramen and chugged his can
of Boa beer. "Shit. I can't drink this crap. The whole alcohol industry went
to hell after Nabiki Tendou bought out all the breweries..."
"But that kind isn't owned by Nabiki." Annie pointed out and smirked.
"Yeah well it tastes like fucking dog piss! Bunch of fucking shit!"
Seth grumbled and chucked the can across the street.
"Stop right there citizen." Came a lifeless voice from behind Seth,
along with a hand that had an iron grip that clamped down on his shoulder.
Seth slowly turned around to see that he was stopped by a Sable. "You are
charged with disturbing the peace and littering." The Sable stated and
gestured for Seth to give him his hand for an ID scan, something Seth wasn't
registered with.
"Fuck you shit head! I'll do what I fucking want!" Seth shouted and
jerked his shoulder out from the Sable's grasp.
"Seth, don't do anything rash..." Annie warned, but was too late.
"You are now charged with insulting a Sable and refusing to be ID
scanned. Do not continue to agitate me or you will be locked up for 72 hours."
This time Seth took stronger actions, he punches the Sable right in the face.
"How's that for fucking agitation!?" Seth shouted as he kicked the
Sable in the side a few times.
"Um, Seth?"
"Yeah, what?"
"You made a big mistake."
Seth looked where Annie's attention was and saw three more Sables
coming over on their grav sleds.
"Well," Seth said grinning and cracking his knuckles. "I was hoping
for a fight!" Annie just grimly smiled and went into a fighting stance.
"I was hoping for more of AFTER we got some equipment to handle
this..."
* * * * * *
The trio of Sables began to make their way to the table Sachiko and
Shichi were sitting at.
"Don't worry," Sachiko whispered to Shichi. "I can handle this."
"That's one of the reasons why I AM worried..."
* * * * * *
The first of the three Sables was dispatched easily, Seth just merely
threw the unconscious Sable at him. Annie then extended her index finger, a
light green glow emitted from it and she leapt into the air coming down in
front of another Sable, she pressed her glowing index finger against his
chest and leaped out of the way again. The end result was a few sounds of
the Sable's rib cage cracking and then bursting open in an explosion of
flesh and bone.
The other two gathered themselves up and drew their combat spatulas
and charged, the first one made a high swing at Seth, whom easily dodged him.
The other made a downwards strike at Annie, she merely jumped out of
the way and then drop-kicked the Sable in the face, a loud crunch was heard
as his nose shattered, but the inability to feel pain kept him fighting.
As the one fighting Seth got himself back in a fighting stance, a
strange thing happened with Seth's arm, well his wrist and hand actually, and
it can't really be described since it seemed to follow the magician's term
of 'slight of hand'. But to cut to the chase, after the sound of a handle
slapping into Seth's palm was heard, the gun that he earlier ate was in his
hands.
"Even a Sable bows down to the might of a gun!" Seth shouted and
unloaded the three rounds into the Sable.
*BLAM!* A arm is blown off.
"Damage!"
*BLAM!* A leg is splattered into a meaty stump.
"Damage!!"
*BLAM!* The Sable's head is blown clean off, well actually the ammo's
contained explosive ripped his head off first.
"Damage!!!" Seth shouted one last time as he saw the head fly against
a wall behind the torn Sable. "Boo-yea!"
Meanwhile Annie made short work of her Sable. She just flipped
backwards, wrapped her feet around his head, and then snapped his neck.
"Comon', we better get out of here before anymore arrive." Annie said
as she flipped towards Seth and brushed some hair from out of her eyes.
"Right."
Unknown to the two of them, the first sable they encountered wasn't
knocked out like they though, but waiting for the perfect moment to attack,
and he just got it.
* * * * * *
The dark room filled wall to wall with super computers known as the
Tactical Operations center was basked in light as the door opened and the
Directress stepped inside. One of the officers briefly looked over her
shoulder, not that she needed to, she already knew that Miss Hinako was mad.
"What is it that you all had to call ma away from my dinner?" Hinako
questioned as she sat in her leather command chair and glared at everyone.
A young man dressed like a 20th century computer programmer, white
shirt, red tie, and gray pants, stood up from his chair and pointed at a
nearby monitor, both in a motion for the Directress to look at it, and for
the officer at that panel to turn on the speaker. What the computer said sent
chills up the stone cold woman's spine.
<<MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK MDK ...>>
"What the hell is going on?!" Hinako shouted as she ran to the
computer, nervously the officer switched the screen to the Sable monitoring
screen.
"Three Sables went flatline in the last few minutes." He began to
explain and was shooed away by Hinako in a rather nasty manner.
"I can see that! But by what?"
"Well it appears to be two individuals, one was briefly armed,
although the Sables never picked up the weapon. There was also a brief energy
emission. We're not sure what it was, but it killed a Sable instantly." The
officer said as he looked through the data printouts they made.
The directress of Tactical Ops', Hinako furrowed her brow as she
looked over the printout after the officer handed it to her. "Send all nearby
Sables to the area. We can't let criminals that have committed multiple MDKs
go free."
"Yes Directress."
* * * * * *
"Huh?"
"What the-? ... They're leaving."
"There must of been something bigger than me and Oniko that they were
needed to take care of..."
Sachiko and Shichi just stared as the trio of Sables left Hell's
Capitol and took off.
If they knew that it was Seth and Annie that were the reason they
were saved from that fate worse than death, they would have thanked them, but
since they didn't know both Seth and Annie or what they did, they wouldn't.
* * * * * *
"Annie, watch out!" Seth shouted as the remaining Sable came up from
behind her. But with lightning speed she swung her right index finger in an
arc, the same faint green glow emitting from it, she struck him right in the
adam's apple, a brief moment after, his neck burst open and there was blood
spewing from his neck. Fortunately Seth and Annie got out of the way
beforehand.
"I hate it when they do that." Annie said and cracked her knuckles.
Seth had a big grin on his face as he slapped her on the back.
"How do you spell kickass? A-N-N-I-E!!! You're one badass chick, you
know that!"
"Save it. We have more company." Seth turned around just as the sound
of the grav sleds came closer. A dozen Sables were closing in on them.
"Aw shit balls."
"Yeah. You think that a Seth special can take them out?"
"Wasn't it named after me?" Seth asked grinning.
"Good, You hit them with it and I'll go ahead."
"Nani?!"
"Well I think you'll do just fine. Ja!" Annie turned tail and ran in
the direction of the slums. Seth grumbled under his breath and focused his
battle aura in his hands.
"Okay you soulless mother fuckers, get ready to smell what the Seth's
cooking..." In a burst of dark light (Don't ask -Peter) a black fireball was
created in Seth's hands. "Open wide and LET ME INSIDE!!!" With that Seth
threw the fireball at the Sables and waited.
One sable accessed his neural computer to scan the fire ball, "It
appears to be a combination of dark matter and battle aura-"
*BWOOM!!!*
In a large explosion of fire the Sables were incinerated, those whom
survived fell to the ground slowly burning to death.
"And if you're not down with Seth, well I got two words for you...
FUCK YOU!!!" Seth shouted at the dead Sables and repeatedly did the 20th
century's DX chop, that was until Annie came back and dragged him to the slums.
"That's the last time I let you rent WWF DVDs when we're in the US..."
* * * * * *
"Comon! We have to get going!" Shichi said as he tugged at Oniko's
arm. He was sure that more sables would come if they transmitted their
finding them before they left.
They didn't, but Shichi sure as hell didn't know that.
"Alright! Alright!" Oniko broke down and left with him and Sachiko.
"But where are we gonna head out to? I have no idea where Foster is."
"Simple, he's at Ucchan's. And it's best that we go there, I still
haven't gave her my twenty four hour notice on taking tonight off..." Shichi
trailed off, a grim look on his face appeared as he thought about how the
forty year old woman is going to yell at him for skipping work.
"You what?" Oniko asked, trying to hide her snickering.
Sachiko just dismissed the idea of her being mad. "Miss Kounji won't
be mad, trust me."
"You're just saying that because you recommended him to her and you
don't want to lose your job too."
"Yes well..."
* * * * * *
"Holy-!"
"What in the world?!"
The Command center was in utter panic as all fourteen Sables sent to
the are went flatline simultaneously. Hinako just sat there brooding in her
chair.
"You are a clever pair, but in the end I will kill you both
personally, you can count on it..." She muttered to herself under her breath
and asked a nearby officer to write the requisition forms for more Sables.
Prime Minister Akai will be angered from tonight's escapades. Hinako
knew that well.
But a woman scorned is even worse.
And at that a Hinako determined AND scorned must be ten times as
worse.
"<You will pay." Hinako thought to herself, a small smirk came to her
mouth. "<Oh yes, you will pay for this... Delinquents.>"
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~End episode 1#~
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Author's Notes:
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Well well... This has to be the FASTEST I've ever done a fic' that's part of
a big series.
There was a ton of references hidden in this fic, but due to a lack space
(-_-) I'll have to post them another time on a separate file...
I'm not sure where the idea came to me. Perhaps it was from reading too many
R2096 fics, maybe it was from me planning the future for Petes and co', or
perhaps I did this as an excuse to plug the RPML and to try at a darkish fic'.
Whatever the inspiration for this series may have been, I just hope that some
of you out there actually read this and don't just dump it with the other fics
that you decide are too dull, and of those few, I hope they like it.
I'd like to take the time to thank R Foster for constantly questioning me on
what the universe is like, it gave me a lot of ideas that never came to me,
and for giving me the title, I was REALLY stumped on what to do.
And I'd like to thank ~Akane~ and Yoru Hikage for being helpful in coming up
with names for their offspring.
I'd also like to take this moment to say to the wonderful people that created
and worked on Ranma2096...
GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!
GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!
GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!
GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!
GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN!
GOMEN! GOMEN! GOMEN! Gomen Nasi! -_-
Sables are well used by the KCF as foot troops, and I never set out to rip off
Christopher Willmore.
So if you're offened by this, I will cut open my wrists!
Just to say I'm sorry.
---Peter "Petes-kun"
---Petes-kun ^ ^!!!
Founder & Leader of the <SCG> & <KTG>
And member of <USURP>, <KTF>, <SSoAGMA> & <FoTGTSBRiC>
Master of Anything Goes Jusenkyo Curse Martial Arts.
1/2 of ~Akane's~ personal concubines
Hoarder of Ranma hentai at http://members.tripod.com/~MMPH/index.html
Visit the SCG home page http://www.angelfire.com/mo/scgcompound/menu.html
ICQ me at: 24009357
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"Petes and Yoru screwed up big time."
-Foster