I have dabbled in various things whilst away.  Here's a selection of
memorable scenes.  Well, they still are a bit raw and uncut, so it
might hurt those people out there whose eyes are divinely offended
by spelling errors, grammatical errors, and the like.



Ah My Goddess - Ah My Demoness, A Fragment of a Short Scene.
	(Thus making this a really short selection)

A Selection from Day 6:

    Life was beginning to become good for Keiichi.  School had just
ended and in reflection of this Earth shattering development, he had
decided on a whim to sleep in.

    Enjoying his bed to the utmost, he luxuriously turned over, stuck
somewhere between consciousness and sleep.  But that was soon going to
change.

    He just noticed that he was alone, and he rolled onto his back and
openned his eyes fully.  Belldandy was floating above him, mere inches
away from him.

    "Good morning Keiichi," she said simply.  "I have come to try my
best to ruin your life and to make sure that you don't get a lot of
happiness..."

    His mind was still numb from sleep, and not much of her words
seemed to impact him at all.  She frowned.  "Did I say anything wrong?
If you don't mind, maybe I can try to threaten you again?"

    Finally, the circuitry in Keiichi's brain fired up the appropriate
neurons for panic.

    "Ahhhhhhhh!" screamed Keiichi as he scrambled out of his bed and
ran for safety.

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>From El Hazard - Twisted #3: Behind the Scenes.

    "Ifurita!" cried Makoto as he ran to the balcony.

    There was an unbearable silence that followed, finally broken by
an out of place voice.  "Cut!" cried the director who wiped his
tearful eyes with a convenient sleeve.  "That was beautiful!  Truly
beautiful!  I can not remember a single moment in my life that I have
felt such passion!  Such raw desire!"

     Grabbing a hanky that had been presented to him by an assistant,
he gesticulated wildly, like a drunken sailor attempting to semaphore.
"We need another take of this scene."

    "I don't know.  I don't think Ifurita would appreciate doing this
scene again," said Makoto.

    "Appreciate what?" asked Ifurita as she walked back onto the set,
while rubbing her sore ribs.  The harness that she had been wearing
was most uncomfortable, restricting at times, contributing to a
breathless look during each shot. (Ever watch the closing credits to
"The Storm Riders?")

    "He wants another take."  Makoto gestured with his thumb at the
director.

    "He wants what!  We've been shooting this scene for three weeks
now!  And on top of that, I daresay I've cracked a few ribs wearing
that stupid harness!"

    The director stopped waving his hanky enthusiastically, and then
started to wail pitifully into the tissue, saturating it with tears.
"No one wants to listen to me!" he lamented.

    "Now look at what you've done!" muttered Makoto.


Ten takes later...


    It was Makoto's turn to become cross.  He had tried his best in
every scene, to portray an undying love between him and Ifurita and to
show a raw, underlying sexual desire (the director's idea).  But now,
he was at wits end.

    Fortunately for him, Fatora decided to show up.  "Aw, this sucks.
This scene is so perfect that my scene with Alielle looks like shit,"
she complained to the director whilst giving Makoto a sultry wink.

    The director fell out his chair.  "That bad?" he asked, his face
paling.

    "Yes, compared to this scene, my scene is dead.  It lacks passion,
fire, vigor, inspiration!" she proclaimed, raising her fist for
emphasis.  "I demand on behalf of our future viewers a better scene!"
With her free hand, she motioned to Makoto and Ifurita, hanging from
her harness, to go away.

    "YES!" cried the director who stood up, focusing on Fatora.
"Finally, an actress who understands me."  She blanched when his hands
clamped hard on her shoulders.  "Together, we can reform the actors
and actresses of this project!  We can show them that there is
something else besides the salary!  We can show them that our viewers
deserve something better, a show so awe inspiring that their lives
feel like a boring, pointless existence afterwards!  They deserve..."

    She quickly took a peek around and found herself alone in the set,
alone with the mad director.  Even the crew had abandoned her.

    Far away, a piercing scream could be heard.  "Help!"

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>From El Hazard - Twisted #3: Behind the Scenes, Another scene.


    Makoto looked at the bottle of sake before him and shook his head.
"I'm still underaged.  I can't drink."

    Jinnai stared at him, and slurred.  "Come on Makoto, afraid to
join the big boys?"  He gestured around him, showing the bar occupied
with the older cast members of El Hazard, primarily female.

    He sighed.  "Katsuhito, big boys?"

    Diva somehow appeared next to Makoto, the smell of alcohol
interfering with the perfume that she wore.  Nevertheless, she was
stunning, on many different levels.

    His mind temporarily impaired by the odiferous fumes, Makoto threw
caution to the wind, and sat down at the bar, next to Jinnai.  Diva
flashed Jinnai a wicked smile, as she planted a bottle next to Makoto.

    "Drink up, and show everyone how manly you are."

    Reluctantly, Makoto took the bottle from Diva, and poured himself
a small cup.  "Ok, here goes."


Three hours later...


    Makoto glanced at the full glass before him, and thought about the
strangeness of the situation.  He should have been wasted after the
first ten minutes, but absolutely nothing had happened after draining
six bottles.  He shrugged his shoulders and downed the glass of sake.

    Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same for Katsuhito, who was
slouched over the bar, drooling into a small puddle that had just
started to get stagnant.  Again Diva mysteriously appeared, and yet
again, she replaced his empty bottle of sake.  But this time was
different, she noticed Jinnai snoring away blissfully to himself.

    "Thanks, Makoto, you're such a nice guy," she said.

    He looked at her quizzically.  "What?"

    She laughed as she took the bottle of sake away from him.  "Never
do the real stuff, Makoto.  Or else, you might end up like this
sleeping idiot.  A perfect target for someone like me."  Without
wasting time, she grabbed Jinnai, and tried walking him to the door.

    He starred at her, and spoke in a drunken slur.  "I never knew you
had such beautiful eyes...Ma..."

    She laughed long and hard, but the door had long since closed,
sparing the patrons the pain of listening to that cackle.

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>From Ranma 1/2: Alternative Reality #2, Antithesis, Book 2, Chapter 10

Well, actually, you're not going to see this.



A List of Stories that Are Coming Soon:

El Hazard, the Musical.
	'Nuff said.  It starts with a drinking song by Fujisawa...

Ranma 1/2: No End.
	The amazingly short sequel to No Title.

DNA^2: The Wild Adventures of Karin Aoi Attempting to Compile GNOME
	And you thought Karin panicked when she shot Junta with the wrong
	bullet...  A fic involving time traveling and much much more fun
	with not-advanced-enough 20th century computers.

The End of Escaflowne...
	Errr... Let's say Atlantis rises from its ashes in a most fiery 
	way possible.

Mamono Hunter Yohko: The PBS TV Special
	Yes, I have managed to find a way to kiddie proof this show!
	Really!  We need not worry about delectably bouncing bosoms and
	wonderfully fragile dresses!