- Ranma - Caught in a thread -
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A sweep, 
A kick, 
A dive so I can reach.
It's a story of a motion.

                      More detailed than speech.

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Mousse headed downstairs. He had seen to it that Ranma was going to 
arrive. Now Cologne and Shampoo needed to be informed. (I wonder why 
they want Ranma here today, especially when it's time for the "Mens 
training"  week*. Now, he should actually be left alone)

Suddenly the building shock violently and a loud *boom* could be heard. 
Mousse tried to run down the stairs but misstook the placing of one of 
the steps and so came tumbling down the rest of the way.

*Krash* 

He untangled himself from his krash. Getting up proved to be no problem 
despite the spear that threatend to impale him every time he tried to 
shake away the dizzines that he suddenly felt. He held his hand over his 
nose as soon as he was steady. (What is that awful smell?) 

Mousse walked to the kitchen, or rather. Mousse walked into the 
doorframe in the kitchen. His glasses were lying on the floor and he had 
forgotten to pick them up.

-Ouch! He rubbed his head in an annoyed way and corrected his path to 
the kitchen. (Where in blazes is Shampoo!)

Stepping into the kitchen. He realised that it was a mistake to leave 
his glasses behind, all he could see was red. Everything, from the 
ceiling to floorboards was covered in something red.

-There you are Mousse! Help clean this place up.

He got handed a broom and hink filled with warm water.

--
* Basically all the men are booted out of the village to do some 
training in the chinese wildlands, presumably it's so that they won't 
loose their so called "edge".
--

-Dad! What are you doing here?

Soun stopped clawing at the walls to look into Akanes eyes.

-MY BABY!

He glomped her and started to flood the empty lot with tears.

-DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!

Akane just stood there, confusion shining in her face. Sowly howewer, 
she began to pry her father off of her.

-Shhh! Calm down. She petted him on his back soothingly. To her 
amazement it actually worked.

-Thank you Akane. Now let's go find Ranma!

-But,but,but...

It was no use to resist, she concluded as she was dragged away from the 
lot.

--

(First I should grabb a bite at Uchans, I can always trust her to give 
me some food. Maybe she can help me find mom and Uchan as well.) Ranma 
jumped of the roof and landed, groundlevel, beside the door to Uchans. 
(Wait a moment! I'm looking for Uchan and I'm going to ask her to help?) 
She opened the door and looked inside.

-UCHAN? ARE YOU HERE?

(Nope apparently she's not. Maybe I'll check Nekohanten next)

*growl*

Ranma looked down at her stomach, (Maybe Shampoo will give me some 
food), and she bounded away on the rooftops.

--

-Really mr Saotome, how do expect to show Ranma what a martial artist 
should be like when you behave like this. 

Kasumi glared at the older man, who looked like he saw Nodoka in front 
of him with a katana in her hands, yelling "What have you done to 
Ranma!"

-Drinking! Of all things! She dragged him a bit further and then glared 
at him again.
-If you think that Ranma will behave like a man of men when you can't 
set an appropriate example then you are severely mistaken.

Genma nodded his head enthuciasticly. Kasumi continued to dragg him 
home.

--

*whamm*

Mousse looked up from his scrubbing and saw a white blurr walking in 
through the doorway.

-I'm sorry, where closed.

He began scrubbing again, the red gook was very hard to get rid of and 
he had a lot of area to cover. The white blurr moved closer to him.

-Where is Ukoyu? It asked.

-Saotome?

-Yes.

-Die!

He threw a chain at the blurr, intending to wrap "Ranma" in it. But he 
only  managed to snagg a chair that had been left standing after the 
"kitchen accident". As he threw out a number of spoons at the blurr, he 
retracted the chain and the chair. Someone knocked him on the head and 
he felt darkness envelop him.

--

Gosunkugi flicked the lightswitch and closed his eyes.
(It's time he and I had a little talk)

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(   The brown owl drifted down easily on the hot wind. The sun 
  ) was sinking below the mountains and the shadows drew
(   longer. The lake beside the tree the owl had intended as their 
  ) meetingplace was sparkling a clear blue. It sighed. It's mind 
(   was at peace. 
  ) 
(   Far below it, a blue owl winked into exsistence. The brown
  ) owl snorted and dove down to catch up. 
(   (He has no appreciation for thuroughly crafted scenery)
  ) 
(   He tooted a short welcoming note and seeted himself on a 
  ) branch. The blue one did the same. When they were both 
(   comfortable, he sighed heavily and started to speak.
  ) 
(   -You should know that Akane has a huge problem with her 
  ) anger and she has a tendency to be very jealous. She can hit 
(   a guy just because another girl is standing to close to him in 
  ) the hallway. She also has a problem with her cooking and she 
(   is very sensitive about it. Should you actually get close to 
  ) her, never let her stirr your magical potions. You never know 
(   what monster will pop up. The question isn't if you should 
  ) stop using magic on her. It's about if you want her around 
(   your experiments.
  ) 
(   He looked at the blue owl to see if anything had sunk in. It 
  ) stared back defiantly. 
(   
  ) -I see. He said. You are a lost cause.
(   
  ) He lifted his wings and spun around. A whirlwind formed and 
(   began to eat away at the landscape. First the lake 
  ) disappeared. It was erased, as if it never had been there. Then 
(   the blackness overtook the mountainrange, squirming and 
  ) wrenching it's way down to the tree. Suddenly the tree came 
(   on fire. The blue  glared at the changes as if it willed them not 
  ) to be. But they happened anyway. When the brown came to 
(   a halt he noticed that he was indeed wearing the clothes he 
  ) had selected earlier.
(   
  ) The sight that greeted the blue owl was this. A brown owl, 
(   dreesed in a tightfitting red devils suit complete with tiny 
  ) horns and a pitchfork held in it's right wing and behind him, 
(   EVERYTHING was on fire.
  ) 
(   -Be prepared for a loooong night Gosunkugi.
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--

(First things first. Look for humans and ask for directions) The wolf 
pushed the door open and whent inside. It shook itself fiercely, 
effectively soaking everything in the tamburine. It took a cursory 
glance around. (Let's see, there's two pairs of shoes, one jacket and no 
umbrellas. Nope, doesn't tell me anything. I hope that someone is in 
here though, it's been a long while since I got any real rest) 

*sniff*

(What's that? Food!) It followed the smell to the dining room and upto 
the table. (Mmmm, smells lovely)

-Hey fishbreath, where were you?

(Drat, he's here too. Oh well I guess I better live with it) The wolf 
sighed noisily and looked away from the food.

-I've been looking all over for you. They have a kettle on the stove if 
you're interested.

The wolf crossed it's eyes. (Kettle? There's a kettle?) It set a path 
straight for the kitchen, leaving before the sobbing sounds made by the 
magpie in the corner became to loud. 

--

There is a room somewhere in Nerima that warrants attention at the 
moment. Below it a furious battle is taking place but that's not 
important right now. What is important however is what you could see if 
you were standing in the room.
Let's take a look.

The room is very dark. In fact, to say that it is dark is an 
understatement, It is very dark indeed!

Okay, you see squat! 
No matter, the important thing is what the room contains. Standing in 
the middle of the room is a chair. The chair is occupied, though if the 
occupant is sitting in it by choice, she is a very nawty person. She is 
namely tied up. In a way that anyone would notice. (if they weren't 
blind) This female who, minutes before could by all rights have been 
called a bitch, is currently unconsiouss.

Let's see what we can do to correct that, shall we. We'll let a breeze 
pass by in the room, through whatever holes the walls have. The breeze 
should travel along the floor, making small dustbunnies bounce around 
and hit each other. It could fly up to her hair and sweep through it 
like a proper breeze should. It could also gather scents and smells and 
bring them to her nose like the messenger of dinnertime that it usually 
is. Sadly or perhaps happily, this brezee is neither a proper breeze nor 
does it like to play the role of a messenger. It is a brezee that would 
be proud to be a member of the SHA* and as such, it is natural for it to 
float over to her feet and start to crawl up her legs. Wich indeed it is 
doing.  It stops in its progress after a very short while and decides 
that, yes, it would be a good idea to ruffle her hair.

When this was being done she immediately tries to clamp her legs 
together, an action made more by reflex than by anything else. Even so 
it didn't work. Her legs were tied to the legs of the chair.

Delighted by the non-resistence, the wind got more adventureous and 
moved upwards, swirling around her stomach. Irked by this development 
she tries to move, to scratch the annoying itch that is roaming over her 
body but whenever she kicks with a legs or stretches her arms, she finds 
that they are tied too securely to be of any use. 

The wind moves up and settles somewhere beneath her chin and above her 
navel. (Actually the same place that Happosai is so fond of) Contrary to 
how normal breezes behave, it decides to pinch her.

*pinch*

Ukyous eyes immediately snapped open.

--
*Secret Hentai Association. Meetings are held on Sundays and Saturdays 
in the room beside the showers (You know, the one with the peephole). 
Strangely enough Happosai is not a member.

--

Kodachi rolled out a pedestal and sat it upright in the middle of the 
walkway. She gently lifted a flowerpot and put it on the pedestal. Then 
she arranged five big cartons of dirt so that they stood in front of it.

-Is this the way you want it master? She said monotously.

- *!* The flower responded.

-Yes master.

She picked up the flower and put it down in the flowerpot.

- *!* It commanded.

-Yes master.

She set out flowers, identical to the first, in the dirt in front of the 
pedestal. Then she sat down to listen

--

Ranma ran in through the open doorway of the Nekohanten. 

-Shampoo! Ukyou's missing and I was wondering...

The walls were covered in red soup (or something similar). Mousse was on 
the floor, badly beaten. The door was lying to the side of the doorway. 
Most of the chairs and tables had been cleared out. It was in short, not 
the way the Nekohanten usually looked.

Ranma walked over to Mousse and flipped over the chair that was ontop of 
him. Then Ranma knocked on Mousses head.

-Anybody home? Guess not.

Ranma looked for Shampoo in the back of the restaurant.

--

-Do you have any idea where we are?
-Yeah, I checked that already. We're in the tendo dojo.
-And where is that?
-Seriously? I dont know.
-Aaargh!
The chair that had been used to sit on went flying out of the room. 

*sigh*
-You know, you really should learn to control you'r emotions more, it 
isn't like the whole world is actually against you.

The halfwolf human stared back at him angrily and growled.
-And what *snort* may you know about that!

He chukled and spread his wings.
-I suppose that if ALL the world was against you, you'd be staring into 
the cannon of a tank by now.

*Thunk*
A barbell hit the wall behind where he had just been. Of course, he was 
not there anymore. There had been a reason for him to spread his wings 
before saying something potentially lethat to himself.

-Do you at all listen to what I am saying? You should learn to control 
that temper.

-Aaaaargh.

--

-Give!
*Clang*

-Me!
*swosh*

-Back!
*Clang*

-Ukyou!
*Clong*

-...!
("*Clong*" It shouldn't ever sound "*clong*"?) Nodoka looked at the tip 
of her katana and realised what was wrong. There was a hideous creature 
stuck at the end of it.

-Let go! 
She started to shake the katana franticaly, looking much like an indoor 
whirlwind. Shampoo stretched against the wall as there wasn't much space 
in the corridor they where in.

-Let go, you...
Shampoo jumped above a slash at her legs.
-Ugly...
She bended her upper body backwards as the blade tried for her head. 
(Thus showing off quite well what would be right about choosing her 
above the other fianc�es)
-Putrid...
She dove beneath a thrust that, if it had hit her, would have 
succesfully removed her appendix. (Along with some other icky stuff)
-Hideous...
She rolled forward and again avoided the blade before it could remove 
her legs from the rest of her body.
-Malformed...
She krashed into the wall and looked on in horror as the blade rushed in 
at her.
-Prune!

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  Can you see the red thread,
  the yellow or the blue?

  Can you see the green one
  inbetween the two?

  Take a look at all of it.
  Can you see it too?

  It all forms a tapestry.
  A tapestry for you

              <Dewin Duvae>
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Authors notes: (Question, does the nekohanten have floorboars or tiles?) 
About the SHA. What can I say? My mind is tired. Besides of wich, can 
anyone think of a better name?

Well I'm pooped, I started on the first parts of this particular one 
just before christmas. (My story is mostly a mess before It's finally 
put together in the right order) I sill can't decide if the red gook 
cures Ranma of the nekoken, makes him fall in love with Shampoo, or 
something completely different. (There are probably ten different 
versions buried somewhere around here, most of them in my mind) I 
probaly won't use either of the first two though.

Anyone got any C&C on this?
Please?
Pretty, pretty please?
With sugar on top? 
(On second thought hold the sugar, I probably can't afford it)

Todays guest is _______ and here *** is!

Hi everybody!
I'm _______ and I'm going to say something very important to you all.

*flap*

This story is made in good faith that the author will not get sued.
It is populated with humans (and others) copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi 
and Kitty. Therefore they are not really the authors to use.
He just likes working with them and he hopes it's mutual. More of the 
story can be found at: 
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Corridor/9118/EastWindow/Eastwindow.html

This guy sounds like a whacko, let's see.

*flap*

The author does this of his own free will and does not have someone 
breathing down his neck everytime he slacks off. Also he doesn't want 
anyone to make any money on this, including him.

Like I said, total whacko.

*flap*

What that's all? Lousy writer didn't give me much to go on. Goodbye then 
and may you all feel humbled by the honour that you have recieved when I 
came to visit.

Duvae@hotmail.com
(Obnoxious cretin that doesn't understand a creative word if it hit him 
inbetween his eyes)

W	- orldwide
I	- ncorporated
E	- xploration
R	- easerch and
D	- evelopment
O	- rganization




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