Here's a little something for everybody out on the 'Net.
And I sincerely hope that no-one will ever leave the FFML.

	Sera muttered grumpily to herself as she went through 
her morning ritual of cleaning up, changing clothes, doing 
katas and swordwork (which also helped to provide quite a bit 
of firewood for her winter fire), and of course, breakfast.
	The hot, piping tea did nothing to ease the ache 
that throbbed behind her eyes. The invisible drummer was 
happily practicing his (off-beat) drums. Much to her chagrin,
she discovered that she couldn�t concentrate enough to blank 
the pain out.
	The headache continued on its merry path, destroying 
goodness knew how many precious neurons. The throbbing grew 
louder, into a full version of a drummer with a powerful 
microphone trying to imitate the beat from a rock song and
overshooting the speed.
	With a low growl bubbling up in the back of her 
throat, the girl-goddess stood, put down her book, and went 
looking for the door that opened out into her herb-room.
	Hopefully, she would still have some kitten-paw 
packets left.

	The ache had ebbed, mostly. The rest was a dull 
memory floating around. The neurons were back and happy, 
SHE was also happy, we�re happy all around.
	And the world was good, Sera decided to herself, a 
small grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

	Now� she checked her notebook, and marked off 
various items. 
	Passion powder, or passion spice as Cologne called 
it, for the Nekohanten. Doubtless, it would be used on Ranma, 
and then... who knew? The results would be interesting, they 
always were.
	A boxful of Naniichuan onsen mix for Ranma, and a� 
um, suffice to say, it was to make any cooking taste good 
and BE GOOD. And it was for Akane. Obviously.
	Kami-sama, but that girl�s cooking was terrible. Even 
boiling water was a task for her. And even then, it was toxic 
enough to blister the paint off a oil pastel painting.
	Well� back to her work. 
	A few bottles of fellis juice (a kind of sleep-inducing 
chemical) for Eagle�s insomnia, two little pots of numbweed for 
the Magic Knights and their magic wounds� she smirked at the 
thought.
	And that was all. 
	:Well, time to make a delivery. Can�t let the customers
down, can we?: Settling the pots and boxes and bottles into a 
basket, she stood and prepared to lock up. 
	That done, a small push sent the gate into �closed� and 
�locked�. 
	Sera smiled to herself, pushed black hair over her 
shoulder, and lifted her foot to step forward�
	A scream shot up her magical senses as blackness 
engulfed her, turning her guts inside out in a nauseating, 
heart-stopping moment�
	�and she was in free fall.
	Nope, make a correction.
	Fast fall.
	Damn, the headache was back again. 
	:I�m going to KILL the person who disturbed the 
timeline,: she fumed silently as she tried to find a way out.

Well? Famed or flamed, it's all up to you!
(roasts dinner over some flames) Mm. Well, THAT worked.



Sera-chan '99-

Remember the past and the present,
Dream the future in your sleep
Just remember me when you wake 
I'll be there to partner you 
As long as you want me
As long as you remember love

Do you remember love? 
Was it just yesterday?
You were young and pale and so unsure
Now I look at you and see
A friend, a companion...
But no lover to make three...

	Do you remember love? '99 
		Seratia Ryuusen Mirai