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Ranma Plus <VERY ROUGH DRAFT>
A Ranma 1/2 and Macross Plus fusion
By Adrian Wong
Characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and some others. Plotline and song
lyrics were based on those of Macross plus . . . belonging to whoever they
belong.
This started on a weird writting spree: it may or may not be continued, but
C&C are always welcome!
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PART 1
<< The first word is dream
from my sleep
the darkness within my heart
it gently takes out >>
[Scene opened in a beautiful forest of bamboo poles . . .]
<< The second word is wind
telling me my destination
into the arms of a god
I flap my wings >>
[Two kids, a curvy girl with long flowing purple air, and a muscular yet
petite maiden with a short bob cut were leaping from the tip of one pole
to another, as they engaged in an agile game of combat and dance. Below
them, standing on the ground, a pigtailed boy was smiling with amusement as
he studied them . . .]
<< As if counting sad things
that have melted
a golden apple
falls again >>
[Finally, with a flying kick, the purple-haired girl knocked the
short-haired one off her bamboo pole, sending her tumbling down towards the
glass. In an agile, effortless leap, the pigtail boy leapt over and caught
her in his arms. The short-haired girl blushed, then scowled as she
realized that the boy was staring at the purple-haired girl, now
somersaulting form pole to pole in triumph, with a glimmer of admiration in
his eyes. She proceeded to plummet him to the ground.]
<< A view I haven't seen
there I will return
in this one life
I will find my way . . . >>
[ The purple-haired girl leapt down from up high and tackled the
short-haired girl playfully. Soon, all three of them were laughing with
their arms over each others' shoulders as the scene fades out . . .]
Time: 2040
Location: Starlight Stadium, Planet Eden
"Shawn! Shawn! Shawn!"
Stepping out of the limo, a twenty-ish, short-haired man in sunglasses and
business surveyed the crowd of frantic fans calling out to their beloved.
Women, and even some men were waving banners around, proclaiming their
undying love for the hottest idol of the galaxy. Closing his eyes under
the guise of his sunglasses, he drowned himself within the cries of
adoration, allowing it to coarse through his veins like a potent drug . . .
. . . and was gently but firmly probed aside as the object of the fans'
desire pushed past him to get off the limo.
"SHAWN APPLE MY DARLING!!!!!!" The girls squealed while the boys cheered
as well.
Stretching itself into its full height, the robotic computer hardware with
arms and legs slowly turned a full circle, before fixing its red lens upon
the frantic fans calling out its namesake with such desperation. Grandly,
the square head robot by the name of Shawn Apple strode up the stairs
leading into the Stadium, as the young man composed himself and followed
suit under the company of two other women in business suits. One of them,
a coolly composed woman with a even bowl cut, whispered to the man:
"What's the matter, Ranma-san? Jealous of the attention of your own puppet?"
Stiffening, Ranma Fan Long replied:
"None of your business, Nabiki."
"Hush," the other woman hissed, "can't this petty quarrel wait until
after we're somewhere more private?"
"SHAWN-KUN NO KAWAII!!!" The fans shouted, totally oblivious to anything
other than the robotic being.
"Why bother?" Nabiki Marjie shrugged, "the world hears Shawn and Shawn
alone."
To this, Ranma sulked:
"This ain't fair . . . all these adoration. Shawn Apple is nothing if not
for . . ."
"Don't you dare go into that, PRODUCER Ranma," the other woman hissed,
"the world loves Shawn Apple only because they thought its Personality
Microchip had been completed. If they knew that Shawn is only an ordinary
computer . . ."
Ranma sighed, and said nothing more as the group headed towards the
decorative wall of anti-gravitational water and into the back stage of the
stadium to prepare for Shawn Apple's upcoming concert. After all, he did
have a living to make . . . be it a living made on a pride-killing lie.
Pride . . . as if he still has any of that in him.
Sighing, he followed Shawn into the opening water wall, and disappeared
behind it amidst the frantic cries of its fans.
* * * * * *
Location: New Edwards Centre, Planet Eden
"So, the pilot for prototype Valkyrie YF-19 has finally arrived?"
"Yes, the Super Nova Project to decide on the next model to be used by UN
Spacy has finally begun. Akane, it is time for you to go up against the
opposing company's creation. "
The short-haired female pilot by the name of Akane Goa Bowman simply
stretched her arms dismissively after getting off her Valkyrie. She was
attractive in a plain yet non-vulgar way, with not even a tint of makeup
marring her determined but character-filled face. Her body also appeared
well proportioned under her body suit . . . if a hint muscular for that of
a woman. Cracking her knuckled to relax them, she replied:
"Don't worry about it. You know my abilities, and how well it goes with
prototype YF-21. Considering the backwards design of YP-19, the pilot
won't stand a chance against me. So who's she anyway?"
"Shampoo Alva Dyson, one of the most rackless battlecraft pilot from UN
Spacy . . . Akane?"
Akane had grown shock still at hearing that name. After a while, she asked:
"Where is she now?"
"She's in the middle of her first testing drive right now. Is something
the matter?"
"No . . . it's nothing."
* * * * * *
1500 meters above the base, YF- 19 was making seeming impossibly turns ,
with long lines of smoke trailing behind it like ribbons of long, white
pythons . . .
"Aiya, such agility!" the pilot exclaimed, "new things ARE better than the
old after all!"
At the main control center of New Edwards . . .
"WAI!" Kodachi Newman, the young designer of YP-19, practically howled in
rage as she slammed her fists against the viewing screen in front of her.
Even in such a state, the harsh, dramatic beauty of her well-sculptured
profile could not be undermined, nor could her parting lap coat hide the
slender but exciting curves of her long-legged body. "This ISN'T in the
flight plan! WHAT IS SHE TRYING TO DO WITH MY BABY?!"
"Calm down, Miss. Newman," Commander Millard said calmly, "I shall scold
Pilot Shampoo for breaking the rules when she comes back ."
"SCOLD?!" Kodachi growled as she glared into the screen, "if she makes my
baby suffer even one single scratch, I'd take it out on that puffy face of
hers!"
"Calm down, Ko," Mint, a very young-looking officer with his hair done up
in a high ponytail, exclaimed as he stared into his monitor. "Everyone!
Turn to View 3 and get a look at this!"
View 3 was immediately shown upon the main panel of the control center,
featuring a perfect sculpture of a phoenix lingering like an ethereal
giant in the sky. Popping out of its eye, YF-19 did a couple more flips in
the air, flaunting itself before the stunner officers of New Edwards.
Kodachi's jaw hit the floor as Mint stared at the scene in awe.
Meanwhile, unnoticed by them all, Akane had entered the control center, and
was taking in the sight with a hard frown on her face.
"So, she's gotten better through the years . . ." she muttered to herself.
* * * * * *
As soon as YF-19 had landed on the track, Kodachi was already there
stomping up towards it with Mint right behind her.
"You irresponsible maniac," she screeched, "how dare you show off at the
risk of damaging my-"
Her screech was immediately cut off by having a high-heeled boot landing
right on top of her immaculately styled beehive hairstyle. Using that
immaculately styled head as a springboard, a leggy, curvy woman in a
body-suit and helmet leapt up into midair, somersaulted, and landed right
in front of a starled Mint. Taking off the helmet, and shaking lose the
almost endless waves of violet framing her glamorous, yet strangely playful
face, Shampoo purred:
"Aiya, what a cute officer they have here at New Edwards. What's your
name, pretty?"
Mint, who was blushing bright red, replied. "M-Mint. Umm, Pilot Shampoo -"
"How cute!" Shampoo chuckled and advanced upon the boy, "I always do
like Chinese spices . . . and I think I'm gonna like you a lot."
"The Commander wants to see you . . ." the poor boy managed to get out
while backing meekly away from the sultry, shamelessly straight forward
woman whose chest was almost touching his.
"Ah ha, a scolding to try and keep my impudence in check, I see," Shampoo
said with playful amusement, "I had it coming, I guess., but the fun was
worth it. BTW, you got the rest of your day off now that it is the
weekend, don't you?"
"Yes . . ."
"Then meet me outside the parking lot by my bike and you got yourself a
date . . ." lowering her voice, she whispered playfully, "I'll make a man
of you yet, little boy."
"Little boy!" Mint exclaimed, insulted, "I'll be twenty one next month!"
"Really," Shampoo purred wickedly, "all the more reason for you to shape
you up then. See ya at the parking lot!"
With that, she bounded towards the main building in twenty feet leaps, as
Mint stared after her looking flustered. Kodachi, meanwhile, was steaming
as she fixed her hair.
"Insolent girl!" she spat.
* * * * * *
Inside a dark, computer stacked room at the back stage of Starlight
Stadium, a computer generated "backbone" of a humanoid holographic image
was doing a rather complex kata in midair, as Ranma and a few other techs
watched on. A rather powerful, rapid beat was playing in the background,
as the image danced according to the beat.
"What do you think of Shawn's performance, Producer?"
Taking off his sunglasses, Ranma studied the holographic image with a
light frown before commenting:
"I want his spinning kick to go 15 degrees further: it'll make his dance
look a lot more dramatic during the concert."
"15 degrees further during the spin!"
The image's movement was adjusted, looking a lot for fluid than before.
The techs hi-fived each other as Ranma continued to study it with a light
frown.
"Ranma-san."
Looking up, Ranma's eyes narrowed at the sight of Nabiki, who was smiling
an unreadable smile down at him from a higher bridge.
"The press conference is about to begin, prepared yourself."
"Hai, hai." Ranma replied joylessly as he exited the room. Watching the
spinning, abstract humanoid image in the room, Nabiki's smile turned a
little obsessed as her lips loved wordlessly.
* * * * * *
"AIYAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"WAHHHH!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!! STOPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!"
Speeding through the vehicle-studded highway, Shampoo was clearly having
fun as a green-faced Mint hang on to her narrow waist for dear life.
"There's nothing like driving on the wrong lane, is there?" Shampoo
yelled in bliss.
"YOU"RE CRAZY!" the boy screamed, "LET ME OFF- <<LOOK OUT!!!!>>!!!!!!!!"
A giant robotic bus suddenly came right in front of the tiny motorcycle.
Anticipating this, Shampoo kicked down on the brakes, causing her bike to
fly right over the entire soaring length of the bus before landed back onto
the right lane and sailing on smoothly. Mint was almost in tears at this
point.
"You- you . . ."
"I know, I know," Shampoo sighed with a dismissive attitude, "but can
you SERIOUSLY tell me that you aren't having fun?"
"Well . . ." Mint blushed and attempted a cocky smile, "I guess it was
kinda exciting . . ."
"Good for you, pretty boy. You've learned how to have fun like a man."
Mint chuckled at hearing that. "You're weird, Shampoo, but I like you."
The woman simply shrugged as she took in the wide stretch of greenery at
either sides of the highway.
"Say," Mint said while observing Shampoo's quietness, "do you know that
around 7 years ago, people around this area of the Bamboo Hill had
reported seeing a girl . . ."
". . . who was riding a Galaxy Phoenix on the back as it soared above
the area??
"You know that?"
"Of course," Shampoo smiled smugly, "that was me."
"HOLY!" The boy exclaimed excitedly. "Why didn't you say so earlier!?
You're my childhood heroine then!"
Shampoo chuckled, and was just about to reply when a vital reality sign
featuring a Ying-Yang symbol flashing by over them, followed by an eerie
stretch of a song:
<< What? What?
What's at the corner of your lips?
No, no more fiancees
Past, past time
Like the past
No, no more bone-headed women . . . >>
Sobering up, Shampoo frowned as the hypnotic voice lingered in her head.
"That singing voice . . ."
"It's Shawn Apple," Mint told her, "the coolest martial-arts-singing idol
of the entire galaxy! Why," he asked mischievously, "you're so cool and
yet you've never heard his songs before?"
"I'm not really interested in idols, " Shampoo replied with a snort,
"it's just that the voice reminds me of that of a friend some years ago . . ."
"Then I'm afraid you're mistaken, " Mint laughed.
"Eh?"
"Shawn isn't even human," Mint explained, finally getting a chance to
out-knowing the volatile woman, "he is a virtual idol."
"A virtual idol . . . cute." Shampoo mused, then noticed something, "Aiya!
That jerk had just cut in front of me! We'll see about that!!"
"Sh-Shampoo? Now lets not get hast-YAAAAA!!!!!! "
The bike soared through the highway and towards the city, leaving behind a
trail of high-pitched screams and irritated horns. Right above the
skyscrapers, an enormous, 3-D Yin Yang sign unfolds itself from out of
nowhere, the virtual reality "chains" outlining it rotated in a criss-cross
pattern, dividing the blue and red "flames" within it into two conflicting
"splashes" of light. Floating in midair, the computer generated sign of
the cosmos flared up in all its post-modern glory, igniting the city below
with its ethereal twilight.
* * * * * *
Seating below the Ying Yang sign, Ranma smiled at the sea of flashing
cameras in front of him and said:
"Welcome to this press conference. My name is Ranma Fang Long, the
Producer of Mr. Shawn Apple's Galaxy Tour. I will be happy to answer any
questions that you might have regarding his upcoming concert."
"MAY WE SEE APPLE_SAMA TODAY?!" A dozen female reports asked at the same
time. Smiling thinly, Ranma replied:
"I'm sorry, but the big boy is resting right now . . . to build up his
stamina for his upcoming challenge."
A chorus of laughter could be heard in return. More questions were asked.
"Hey, rumor has it that famous child star, Hinako Hinomiya, has wanted to
purchase him as her fiancee. What do you think of that?"
Laughing, Ranma replied, "She'd have to go through my boss first: he's
just legally adopted Shawn as his son a few weeks ago."
More laughter . . . then the reporters dived into the deadier questions.
"Some music critics have denounced the concept of 'Virtual Idolatry',
saying that songs and dances without emotions are cheap and insincere.
What do you think about that?"
"I disagree," Nabiki cut in evenly, "anyone who has listened to his songs
can feel the emotions steaming from them. Shawn is even more complex than
a human . . .
* * * * * *
" . . . as could be proven by the erotic feeling he is capable of inducing
in his loyal fans. Can just any computer program do the same thing?"
At the cafeteria of New Edwards, the large-screen TV was showing the
entire press conference live. Akane, meanwhile had just settled down to
eat as one of her teammates came up to sit beside her.
"Heh, the new pilot for YF-19 had really pissed off the Commander with her
little display. At the rate things are going,, our side will win for sure!"
"Don't underestimate him . . ." Akane replied evenly before trailing off
as she took a good look at the screen.
"Thank you all for coming today," Ranma smiled somewhat superfically as
Akane gasped.
< RANMA?! >
"I'll be expecting you all at the concert!"
< Finally . . . you've come back. >
* * * * * *
Drenched by the golden sunset, the little trail along the hillside
overlooking a forest of bamboo poles had a certain grace that made it look
almost ethereal. Leaning against the edge, Ranma looked down at the bamboo
forest with a nostalgic look on his face.
Just then, a little galaxy phoenix landed right on the bench beside his
hand. Smiling at its white, raw purity, Ranma reached out a hand for it . . .
"Just as I expected . . . you've come back to this place."
The little phoenix flew away as the man turned around to stare at the
woman that he had been running away from for 7 years in shock.
"A-Akane? How did you know I will be here?"
"I saw you on T.V.," Akane replied as she held his gaze with hers, "And I
know this is the place to find you if you ever come back to Eden."
Not knowing what to say to that, Ranma turned away and laughed in the way
a man whistled at night.
"Yep! I'm finally back . . . not for long though. This place still hadn't
changed a bit . . . it's still a sparse, boring little place with nothing
really going on. I was smart to have left."
Akane's lips tightened at hearing that.
"Hey, you know what?" Turning back to Akane, Ranma attempted a proud
smiled: a poor imitation of the one he had in his young. "I am now the
manager of Shawn Apple: the # 1 Idol of the entire galaxy! Neat eh? See
this suit: it's CKK. You'd never imagine I'd be able to afford something
like this, eh? With me being a poor, lazy delinquent and all, but I've
CHANGED, HA! And for the better! So, tell me, Akane, what are you up to
now?"
"I'm a test pilot for the YF-21 prototype Valkerine at the New Edwards
Military Centre."
"Whoa, that's great! That's what you've always wanted to do, isn't it? To
combat up high in the sky against the evil fouls . . . we've both got what
we wished for, haven't we?"
" . . . What about your martial arts?"
The question knifed right into his heart, causing his smile to disappear .
Forcing it back on with renewed vigor, the man replied:
"I gave it up. I'm a man now, I have no energy for such . . . juvenile
stuff."
"And your singing?"
Biting down on his lower lip, Ranma turned away from her, and continued on
in a slightly wavering voice:
"What about it? I stopped after growing up and realizing that it don't
put food on the table. Besides, Shawn is now the only singer still managing
to survive in the decaying music industry, its voice being flawlessly
computed and all . . ." turning around with a bright smile, Ranma went on,
"it can even fight, you know, to allow it to perform martial art dances
during its concerts. It's called martial-arts-singing, you know, bet you
haven't seen anything like that before eh? Know what, I can get you the
best seat in the upcoming concert: I have the power , you see. Hahaha . .
. it's really cool, isn't -"
Ranma's sentence was cut off as Akane embraced him abruptly, crushing the
breath out of him.
"Stop it," the woman whispered, looking very vulnerable for a second,
"stop pretending that leaving me hadn't hurt you as bad as it had hurt me.
I KNOW it had . . . it's gotto have hurt . . ."
"Akane . . ." Ranma whispered as his false bravado was replaced by
melancholy.
"Even though the past has gone wrong, we can start over again, can't we?"
Akane pleaded as she gently trailed her fingers along his chest, "There's
still enough of your heart remaining for you to love again . . . isn't there?"
Ranma didn't . . . couldn't give any reply to that.
"Now this is a romantic spot to make up . . . don't you agree?"
"Aiya, you're learning fast, little boy. Keep this up, and you just might
turn into a man for real before hitting the old age of 20 . . ."
Looking up, Ranma and Akane saw the other couple arrive on their bike, and
stiffened. Ranma's eyes looked a hint teary for a spit second, before they
were hardened once again.
" Shampoo, long time no see."
Shampoo, noticing him and Akane for the first time, stiffened for a while
as well, before she put an arm around Mint's shoulder and purred.
"Aiya . . . long time no see, Ranma. I didn't know you are now Akane's
man. Congratulations, mallet girl, hope you can tie him up tight enough
around yourself this time."
Ranma turned his gaze away melancholically, as Akane stomped up towards
Shampoo with death in her eyes. Frowning, Shampoo shoved a startled Mint
aside and got into a defensive stance.
"You . . ." Akane growled, "you will NOT show your face in front of
Ranma again, you traitor!"
Shampoo looked hurt for a while, before putting on a sneer:
"What, are you trying to scare me away with your muscles? Make. My. Day."
"Why you-"
"STOP IT!!"
The shout from Ranma froze them both, as the women turned towards the
enraged man, startled.
"Just . . . stop it," Ranma gritted out between his teeth, "stop fighting
on my behalf. I . . . I am not the same person that you two knew anymore!"
With that, he quickly strode away from the scene, leaving Shampoo and
Akane staring after all. Turning towards Shampoo with hatred, the muscular
woman growled, "You won't have him, Shampoo. Ranma and the project are
both mine: I won't let a traitor like you to lay a finger on either one of
them!"
Shampoo's reply was to turn away from her. Leaning against a confused
Mint, she purred.
"Aiya, this place sucked. Let's go somewhere else."
"Whatever you say . . .you're the boss."
"Glad I've made this clear, pretty boy."
With that, the two of them zoomed away via Shampoo's bike, leaving Akane to
glare after the purple-haired woman sullenly.
< Shampoo . . . you won't touch him . . . >
[Flashback]
[Ranma falling down onto the ground . . .]
[. . . a katana sticking out of his chest . . .]
[ . . . Shampoo holding the bloodied katana in her hand, a wide-eyed look
in her eyes . . .]
[End Flashback]
< You won't touch him . . . ever again. >
* * * * * *
[The next night, at Starlight Stadium]
"SHAWN! SHAWN! SHAWN!"
Squeezing their way through the crowd, Shampoo and Mint were both
starry-eyed as they saw the amazing play of laser beams on the main stage
area. Turning towards their third companion for the night, Mint said.
"Wow, this is beginning to look spectacular. But really, I didn't know
YOU'D be a fan of something this trendy, Kodachi."
"Are you crazy?" The now scantly clad computer nut replied, "how can
anyone who like computers NOT like Shawn? He is the most amazing thing
ever to be created by human hands."
"I'm still skeptical about this," Shampoo said, "how can a virtual image
EVER be more seductive than a real man with all the right . . . assesses?"
"Thus speaks the uneducated bimbo," Kodachi snorted as Shampoo glared back
at her. Sensing their tensions, Mint placed himself between them and said:
"Now, ladies . . .here are our seats. Let's just settle down and enjoy the
show, why don't we?"
Shampoo was about to say something more, but a loud blast of music drowned
out whatever she was about to say. Looking at the main stage area, her
eyes widened as she took in the incredible sight in front of her . . .
* * * * * *
At the backstage area, Ranma was eye-closed and lying flat on a complex
device. A red beam of laser was project onto his forehead, as brainwave
patterns flashed across the various computer screens in the room.
Standing over him, Nabiki smiled and whispered:
"It's time, Ranma-san. Focus your mind, and let this machine feed Shawn
all the naughtiness that he will need in dazzling the masses out there . .
. give him all of your inner emotions . . . give him all of your deepest
fantasies . . . "
* * * * * *
A slow, eerie music permeated the stadium, as countless 3D projectors
turned the entire area into a luscious entanglement of giant, thorny wines
with crimson blossoms. Large, ghostly butterflies flew all over the stage
and above the audiences' seats, causing them to scream out in rapture as
the first song began. . .
<< Listen up, ya lustful children . . .>>
A ghost of a man, with miles and miles of long hair flaring around him,
appealed on the centre of the stage. Lying flat on his stomach, his face
obscured by ethereal tresses, he grounds his pelvis into the heart of the
large flower beneath him, causing his well-shaped behind to flex
deductively as the female audiences screamed out in rapture . . .
<< Listen up, whores with respectability . . . >>
A serpent swimming through the dim lights, and the swam of butterflies . .
. slowly, its devilish, ugly head transformed into the head and torso of
a devilish but breath-taking man, whose beautiful, impossibly long lashed
eyes were narrowing in a smile as he reached out a hand to offer a bleeding
apple to the audiences . . .
<< The secret temple of love is within your own body . . .>>
Arching back in a dance like motion that had somehow got the drama of a
martial arts stance, the serpent-man flaunt his incredible "virtual assess"
at the audiences, as screams and hoots filled the stadium, threatening to
down out the eerie song . . .
<< So let's indulge it till you find enlightenment . . . >>
"Aiya . . . I guess I have to admit that in some areas, a fake is much
better than the real thing . . . Huh?"
Looking beside herself, Shampoo saw Mint and Kodachi moving to the music
with a trance-like expression on their faces. In fact, all around her,
everybody had looked to be trance-induced as the serpent of a virtual idol
began to flex himself in a complex arm kata . . .
* * * * * *
"Incredible, " one of the techs at backstage exclaimed, "the excitement
rate of the audiences had risen to 83 %!!"
Nabiki merely smiled as she continued to study Ranma's brainwaves on the
monitor.
* * * * * *
<< A little pink
For the fur on your mink
A little violet
And you're just like a cat . . . >>
Shawn Apple, now having transformed into a short-haired teenage boy in a
kawaii dogi, was merrily going through a series of playful but shockingly
difficult katas as he sang on cutely, all traces of his devilish expression
from the previous song having been replaced by an air of innocence . . .
<< Like a lucky day in a life
a soccer ball in a goal
It's too much! On top of the desk
The shade of a tree, a storm, oh, oh
It's a love letter, oh no >>
Shawn is now clad only in a skimpy underwear, as he read the letter with a
light smile on his face . . .
Noticing the way Kodachi was toying with her on-line computer watch,
Shampoo raised an eyebrow and asked:
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing you'll understand," the woman replied with an obsessed smile on
her face, "just watch . . . NOW!"
<< What? What?
What's at the corner of your lips?
No, no more fiancees
Past, past time
Like the past
No, no more bone-headed women . . . >>
Abruptly, Shawn, who was facing away from them, began to turn around with a
slightly strained look on his still smiling face . . .
"What?!" Shampoo exclaimed in awe, as beside her, Mint's eye doubled in size.
* * * * * *
"A signal is interrupting us!" the techs shouted.
"Pin it down at once!" Nabiki commanded.
Fusing his mind with the hidden recorders in the building, Ranma saw a
beautiful, yet obsessed looking women typing into her watch, before
shooting the camera a look and quickly logged off the device.
And beside her, a luscious purple-haired woman looking on curiously . . .
< Shampoo . . .>
* * * * * *
"Now THAT'S hacking for you. Pretty impressive, huh?"
"You're insane, Ko!" Mint exclaimed to the smug looking woman, "If you get
caught, you'll . . ."
"Don't worry about it," Kodachi waved her hand, "I'm using top secret
Military device based on the Macross' technologies . . . even if I am
caught, I won't be fined or the technology will be exposed to the world."
"Clever thinking," Shampoo muttered sarcastically.
* * * * * *
< Shampoo . . . why are you here . . . and with that boy's arm around your
waist?"
"What's the matter, Ranma-san?" Nabiki's stern voice entered his mind.
"Your heart rate is becoming unstable!"
Frowning, Ranma focused harder on the task at hand . . .
* * * * * *
<< Cats, and Kittens . . .
Claws, and Fangs . . . >>
Adult and long-haired once more, various suit clad Shawn's drifted around
the sea of frantic people, all reaching out for him desperately. Smiling
sultrily, Shawn reached down to caress their faces, the virtual image of
such sent them reeling with pleasure . . .
Once again, Kodachi was trying to hack into Shawn's system as Shampoo and
Mint watched on curiously. She smiled as the multiple images of the
dazzling man began to recombine together, forming one single Shawn at the
center of the stage, now drifting towards them with pursing lips still
singing . . .
<<Flip & Flow
Kill & Feel >>
"AIYA!" Shampoo exclaimed as Kodachi reached out her arms for the virtual
beauty.
"Come to me, Shawn . . ."
<< Violets & Orchids
Are on the brink . . .>>
Agilely dodging Kodachi's arm, Shawn went right up to Shampoo instead, his
long fingers sliding through Shampoo's fountain of violet hair . . .
<< The borderline . . . >>
Smiling devilishly, Shawn closed in on Shampoo, and gave her a stunningly
deep kiss while the latter's eyes widened in shock.
<< The borderline . . . >>
* * * * * *
Ranma' eyes snapped open as he gasped.
< Why? Why did you have to do that . . . >
* * * * * *
<< The borderline . . . >>
As Shawn began to drift up and away from her, Shampoo found herself almost
reaching up for him . . . before stopping herself just in time.
<< The borderline . . . >>
< What am I doing?! He's just a virtual doll . . . But his emotions . . .
those emotions can't really be computer generated, can it? In fact . . . >
Shawn smiled down at her with seductive longing . . . before melting
completely into the dark . . .
<< The borderline . . . >>
< . . . I'd say he kissed just like Ranma. >
Hidden by layers of 3-D virtual images, the red lens of Shawn's hardware
began to flash in her direction , with an eerie glimmer of light that would
have been more than a hint obssesive had it been human instead of a mere
computer.