Repeat victim again ! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !
<snip>
Chapter One: No Need For Pigtails!
[Elsa Bibat]
<snip>
Nice Hikaru and Gos scene, BTW.
"Of course." With a wave of 'her' hand2
[Elsa Bibat]
hand.
<snip>
Repeated the last bit, young man.
Anyway, excellent dialogue, though I think that Ranma should have at least improved his
speech pattern after a few years, if the time period of the story is true.
Keep it up, I'll be waiting for the next chapter !
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And Ryoucilo wonders why I like him so much...
Anyway, I usually don't C&C Ryoucilo's work so much since it is usually too crazy,
insane, funny or as he puts it "filled with symbolism on the current state of today's
society."
Ooookay, this is probably one of the fics that I'd remember. You know why, Ryoucilo ?
It reminds me of Franz Kafka's work, a surreal crazy nightmare in first person. And I
like it ! Even though the word wrapping sucks, your grammar's still intact. Anyway
keep on cranking this stuff out. And I wouldn't mind the normal insanity but this
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Okay, I'm way behind in this so I'll just have to make it short and sweet.
Reread it again for spelling mistakes and a few punctuations ones. The concept
behind is very interesting. It does need a little polish but it's good enough on it's
own. BTW, you forgot the copyright disclaimer.
I'll be waiting for the next chapter and hopefully I get the chance to go into it in more
detail.
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Well, here we are. A more gramatically correct, and slightly edited version of this fic.
I would like to thank everyone that contributed to making this possible. Thank you, it
means more than I can say.
Expect chapter 2 sometime tomorrow. ^_^
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Warriors of Magic
By K'thardin
Standard Disclaimer: Pretty Sami is property of someone else. I'm just
borrowing the characters for a time. Any characters I make up, are mine, and if
you don't know the difference you need to go watch Pretty Sami! Heh.
Authors Forward: I think this will be the second truly Pretty Sami fic out
there. It may be the first one posted someplace, but I know of one pure Pretty
Sami fic that was started way before this one (and I look forward to it's
completion...along with his other projects!) This one came about when we
realized all current Pretty Sami fics were either parodies or crossovers (with
either the original series or something else). I would like to thank Happosai
and various others for their invaluable assistance in the completion of the
first part of this particular chapter. Thank you all, it means more than I can
say.
Child Warriors
<Opening Theme: Please Don�t Go - KWS>
"...and you shall rue the day you dared trifle with me! Bonjour!" With
that, the blond girl who couldn't have been more than 9 or 10 years old, clad in
the strange leather outfit that showed quite a bit more skin than a girl her age
should, jumped from the rooftop into the street below, from there disappearing
to only God knows where. God and one young man: a young man who happened to be
magically disguised as some sort of exotic bird. The bird, however, only
appeared to be exotic upon initial inspection. If one were any kind of expert
at all on birds, one would instantly tell that this was a bird that has NEVER
existed on this world.
A man though? No, not man, really. He himself couldn't be much older
than the girl he had watched jump from the roof. But you'd never be able to
recognize a child, if you looked into his eyes. Children did not have eyes like
he did; eyes that reflected a suppressed pain, and anger that no child should
ever know. And the pain was one of having innocence ripped away by those who
didn't seem to care one way or another about him. Only of what use he would be
to them...HER. He looked back toward the blonde's opponent. This girl was of about the
same age as the other one. Long, very long, blue green hair, tied into two
ponytails, was her most striking feature.
That and those bright pink eyes that held a fierceness and determination
in them that he had only seen in one other...that being the blonde girl this one
had just defeated.
No that was wrong too. He used to have that look in his eye. It seemed
an eternity since those days, when he and R...try not to think about him, he
told himself. Those days are long over, and will never come again.
Despite what he told himself, the memories flashed briefly through his
mind, of those days when it was just him and his friend training in magical,
martial, and other arts under the watchful eye, and sarcastic smile, of Sensei.
Poor sensei, the bird chuckled to himself momentarily.
This was no time for woolgathering, he reminded himself. Shaking his head
slightly he took off from his perch, unseen by the blue haired magical girl. He
needed to rejoin his partner, his charge, his lo...I'm not even allowed that, he
mused sadly as he flew through the sky.
Sasami Kawaii, aka Pretty Sami, aka the girl with the blue hair and pink
eyes, watched the blonde jump from the roof and into the alley below. Previous
experience had taught her that it would be futile to follow. One of these days,
though, she would corner Pixy Misa, and then...
Actually, she hadn't thought that far into the future yet. Obviously it
would be something that would need to be considered in case she were ever to
find herself in that situation.
It had to end one day, though. Somehow, someway. People always got hurt
in these fights. Most notably the people around her seemed to be the favorite
targets of Misa. Fortunately not this time. She had managed to stop Misa
almost before she had started changing people to LoveLove monsters (who came up
with those names anyway? she wondered), but what about next time? She had to
end this before someone got killed.
Absently she used the heart attachment on her paddle shaped baton to
scratch the back of her head. Why do I have to do this? It's too much for a
fourth grader!
"What's wrong Sami?" She started, then focused her attention on the source
of the voice: the cute little furry creature with it's oversized feet, long extended
ears, and feline eyes looked like some weird cross between a cat and rabbit, who was
also her companion, and source of invaluable assistance when it came to being a
magical girl. At this moment he looked worried.
"Oh...I was just thinking, Ryo-ohki."
"About?"
Sami sighed, and let her arms hang loosely at her sides. "I was just
wondering when this was going to end."
Ryo-ohki tried to smile reassuringly, hoping that his own misgivings
didn't show through. What she needed now was someone to tell her it was all
right, and that everything would be fine. What he would give to tell her that,
to tell her anything at all, in his truer form. What he would give that she
would believe him in any form. Despite the courage of this remarkable girl
showed, she had a major confidence problem. Worse...she was beginning to loose
hope.
"Hey c'mon. It'll all turn out fine. You'll see." Damn you, Tsunami.
Why did you have to involve such a kind and compassionate girl in your little
'test'? Silently he berated himself for such thoughts. Those are exactly the
qualities she was looking for; exactly what Tsunami needed in a girl to make
this world a better place.
And by doing so, he knew she would secure her place on the throne of
Juraihelm, a position both Tsunami and Ramia had been in training for all their
lives. The one, Tsunami, innocent and na�ve to a fault. The other, Ramia, the
one power hungry and tyrannical; not to mention she was a total bitch. He felt
pity for a certain friend of his that had to deal with her day in and day out.
He just wondered if their sensei was right in his belief that all she really
needed was a good...how did he put it? A good...night's work? Something like
that. Perhaps one day he would figure out what sensei meant by that. Heh...
whatever sensei meant it would most definitely prove to be entertaining,
considering that man's sense of humor.
In all actuality, given a choice between the two, he would still choose
Tsunami over Ramia, despite the fact that his best friend was called back early to
take service with Ramia three years ago. He sure as hell wasn't going to leave
him there with that...woman...alone. However, he could not take service with her,
as she didn't want nor need another for that job. So he had offered his
abilities, small and undeveloped though they might have been (and still were), to
Tsunami. She surprised him, and everyone else, by accepting.
The reason he would choose Tsunami over Ramia was not only because she was
kind and forgiving, where Ramia was cold and merciless, but because she let him
stay there with his friend. That alone said something about her character.
Unfortunately duty to Tsunami had caused his separation from his friend.
Ryo-ohki hoped his friend was doing ok without him.
He turned his attention back to Sami, who also appeared to be lost in
thought. "We should go now. Your mother and brother are probably worried."
"Hmm? Oh...right." She raised her baton, preparing to transform back
to Sasam, but stopped and looked at her clothes critically. "Have you ever
thought that Tsunami has really bad taste in uniforms?"
Ryo-ohki looked at the outfit. Pink blouse, white armlets, and short
white miniskirt, affording very little in the way of protection. He nodded.
"Yeah, but think of it this way...you could be wearing a sailor fuku."
Sasami shuddered. "And to think I used to LIKE that show."
Ryo-ohki chuckled. On the up side it does show off those nice legs of
yours quite well. It was probably a good thing he kept that last part to
himself.
Pixy Misa collapsed in one of the back alleys around her home
neighborhood, breathing very hard as the pain in her chest intensified for a
moment then slowly began to fade.
"D...Damn it..." she gasped. By will alone she forced herself to take
slow, even breaths in an exercise experience had taught her would stop her
hyperventilating and bring her breathing back to normal.
"Misa...we've got to get you back into your real form."
She weakly looked up at Rumia, who was perched on a brick fence across from
her. She nodded to him in agreement. "In a moment...mon..mon ami. Le...let me
re..rest for a se..econd." After a few minutes she was able to fill her lungs and
exhale normally. Rumia jumped off the fence and glided to the ground next to
her. "Well, that was fun. I think I actually got in a few good licks in that
fight. I'll get her next time."
Rumia said nothing as he watched her get some of her strength back. Pixy
Misa had a very big problem, Rumia had found. Misao, her true form, was a sickly
girl, and so didn't have that much endurance. Her alter ego, Pixy Misa, shared
all of Misao's weaknesses. Though her magical power could compensate for most
of them, when pushed to the limits as had happened in this fight, Pixy Misa became
susceptible to all that Misao suffered; asthma being one of the worst.
Another problem was how hard Pixy pushed their shared body. While the
magic in Misa's body compensated for a lot of the energy that Misao didn't have,
again, when pushed to the limits, Misao's lack of endurance came back on
them...and worse still, when she changed back to Misao, Misao would be completely
wiped out, and weak for days afterward.
It was beginning to show on both of them. She was beginning to lose
weight she couldn't afford to, and the bags under her eyes had grown deeper and
deeper in the past few weeks. She couldn't last much longer like this. In fact,
he wasn't sure she'd last the next fight, despite her bravado. He couldn't allow
Ramia to keep using this sweet and innocent girl like this. Somehow he had to
stop her or his beloved Misao would die.
"It's time," he said emotionlessly.
She rolled her eyes and *pshawed*. "Do you know how much I hate going
back to being like that? Misao is so weak and repressed. I LIKE being strong
and free. Free and wild!"
Yes, Misao is weak and repressed, Rumia agreed silently. All that you are,
is what is underneath that. Scratch the surface of Misao, and what you see is Pixy
Misa.
She looked at him imploringly. "Don't you like me like this too?"
It's a part of you. I lo...care about all of it.
"If you don't go back to normal and really rest you may not last much
longer."
"Yeah, Yeah, I know. Help me up." Closing his eyes, he concentrated for a
moment. A shimmering light flowed around him, turning his form to a liquid
moving energy. The energy reshaped and reformed itself into a striking-looking
boy with red hair, and very strange clothes. She raised her hands to him, and
wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her to her feet. They just stood
there holding each other a lot longer than was really necessary for just helping
Pixy to her feet.
Then Rumia began to glow again, and something seemed to pass between them.
Blond hair grew dark as it turned raven black. The fiery red colored eyes grew
dark, then changed to green. The last thing to revert was her clothes, as they
changed back to a simple fuku, her school uniform. Misao Amano's eyes focused
on Rumia briefly. He thought he saw a smile in them when she saw who was
holding her, or perhaps that was just wishful thinking. In the next second, she
went limp in his arms as she passed out from exhaustion.
As carefully as he could manage, he lowered her back to the ground.
Propping her up as gently as he could against a brick wall, a tender expression
came over him. Slowly he reached out and smoothed the bangs from her eyes.
"MISAO!"
Oh, no! He knew that voice. She saw me, he thought in fear.
Sasami ran up to them. "Who are you? What did you do to her?!" she demanded.
Take it easy Rumia, she doesn't know who you are, he told himself. "I
just saw her back here and was wondering if she was all right." He looked at
Sasami's worried face before something else caught his attention.
He stood stock still, eyes wide, totally and completely shocked at what
he saw. That which he was watching, not only was watching him back, but was in
the same condition.
Ryo-ohki. Oh no.
For a tense moment, each of the two waited for the other to make a move.
Finally Sasami broke the tension herself and roughly pushed Rumia out of the way
so she could check on her friend.
As Sasami put a cool hand to Misao's forehead, the unconscious girl
stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on the blue-haired girl above
her. "Misao! Are you alright?"
"Sa...Sasami," she mumbled. "I don't feel so good."
"Here!" Sasami grabbed one of Misao's arms and pulled it over her
shoulder. With strength that would have surprised anyone who had been watching,
Sasami pulled Misao up to her feet, and shouldered most of Misao's weight
herself. "I'll get you home, don't worry!"
Misao nodded weakly. That's when she noticed Rumia. She looked at him
curiously. For his part he looked almost as a deer caught in headlights, as her
gaze simply held him fast. "You are the boy who helped me," she stated softly.
"Thank you."
It took him a moment to break free of the spell she held him in, a spell
far stronger than anything he had ever imagined he would face, before he could
answer. "It..It was nothing. Please...let your friend get you home."
"C'mon, Misao, he's right. We've got to get home." Misao nodded. As the
two turned to leave the alley Misao cast a quick glance back in his direction,
almost not expecting him to be there any longer. Yet he was still there...still
watching, but seemingy not watching her.
Ryo-ohki and Rumia locked eyes again and stayed that way, until Sasami
and Misao disappeared from sight.
Rumia didn't think. He didn't have to. He knew what would be coming
next. As sure as he knew his duty to his sister, he knew: Ryo-ohki would be
looking for him now. And when they inevitably met...
Rumia transformed back to a bird and flew off in a direction. Didn't
matter which one. No matter what, he'd find his way back here. Back to Misao,
Sasami, and...to what would need to be done.
As he had many the many nights before, Ryo-ohki watched Sasami sleep; not
as a cabbit, but as a boy, a boy on the verge of becoming a young man. However,
he had been a man in mind, long before he would become one in body.
Sasami shifted in her sleep and mumbled something about math and ice
cream. The corners of Ryo-ohki's mouth lifted as mirth threatened to overcome
him. His fangs flashed in the moonlight as he moved from her chair to her bed.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, he reached over and pulled covers that she had
knocked off in her slumber back over her shoulders, and over her feet.
Rumia.
He looked with wonder in his eyes upon the girl, almost not believing such
an angelic person could exist in any world.
Rumia.
Quietly he walked around Sasami's bed, and sat down next to her. She
looked so peaceful and untroubled by all the cares of the day. At night he
could just watch as her face untightened, as her muscles relaxed, and she let
everything go while she slept and dreamed.
Rumia is here.
She was gorgeous like that. The moon's light reflecting off her bright
blue hair. Her face glowing in its radiance. Blue hair...it showed that
Tsunami had a lot more to do with Sasami than Tsunami had yet revealed. Who
knows what, though? Such thoughts began to fade as he continued to look at
Sasami this night.
Rumia is here.
She was more than pretty. Though still a girl, she showed signs that she
would be extraordinarily beautiful when she became a woman. As beautiful as
Tsunami and Ramia were, which would be an amazing thing considering THEIR looks.
However, greed and envy twisted Ramia's beauty. And quite possibly something else,
considering what Ryo-ohki knew of his mistress. Again mirth threatened to
overtake him.
Rumia is waiting for me.
How he longed to see that woman she would become. To hold her then.
Hell, to hold her now. Absently he touched his lips, that still remembered the
feel of hers upon them when he shared his power with her to defeat that alien.
He wanted that touch again. He wanted her to know him as the Ryo-ohki the man,
not Ryo-ohki the Sailor Moon cabbit sidekick. He ground his teeth in distaste
at that thought...because that was exactly what he had become.
Rumia is waiting for me.
Briefly Ryo-ohki allowed himself to imagine Sasami and him together in the
future. She no longer burdened by this magical girl business, and he standing
proudly at her side as her husband. Where he would not fear to show her his
affection...his love. To just hold her all night long.
How he burned to do this now.
Rumia must be confronted.
How he damned that it could not be so. How he damned that even if he did
show her what he really was...there was no telling how she'd react. As much as
he fantasized, wondered, and even wished for, there was no guarantee that she
would not hate him.
Especially when she discovers that a boy has been sleeping with her for
all this time, he thought wryly. That could get me killed.
Rumia must be...YEAH I KNOW! he thought savagely, suppressing the part of
himself that kept reminding him of his new problem. Rumia must be confronted.
He shifted his weight ever so slightly in preparation to stand when he heard her
speak. "Ryo-ohki?"
He glanced down in worry, but relaxed when he saw she was still asleep.
"Yes?" he replied softly.
"Don't leave."
He closed his eyes, and sighed softly. "I won't," he lied. Rumia was
here...and a lot of little things began to make sense. He knew Ramia was behind
Pixy Misa, but until today he'd had no idea either who she was or how she infused
the power into said individual. It should have been obvious to him from the
start. The same way Tsunami did with Sasami, and used him as the keeper of the
power when she did not need it. Except in this case it was that frail girl, who
just happened to be Sasami's best friend, Misao. And Rumia was the keeper of
her powers.
How could he do that to such a girl? How could he be a part of doing this
to anyone? He has disgraced his teachings...and worse, disgraced himself. He
must be stopped, before he and Ramia kill that girl. After that I'll need to
tell Tsunami about Misao. He gritted his teeth again. Assuming she'll believe
me. If not I may have to go to sensei, and if he won't do anything, I'm on my
own. Ryo-ohki rose from the bed, causing a slight murmur of protest from
Sasami. He walked to the wall and phased his body through, pausing halfway to
look back on Sasami, who was still fast asleep. This fight is not for you
Sasami, Ryo-ohki thought sadly. Goodbye.
Ryo-ohki walked through the neighborhood. His destination was the alley
he had seen his old friend. Turning a corner, he finally came upon it, and Rumia
was there waiting. As Ryo-ohki knew he would be.
Rumia looked up from his seat on a trash can and acknowledged Ryo-ohki's
presence. "I've been waiting."
"I know."
Rumia jumped down and landed easily on his feet. A slight breeze billowed
through the corridor-like passage between buildings, his cape fluttering in the
wind as it passed. Absently he swept his bangs from his eyes, and looked
intently into Ryo-ohki's.
They locked gazes for a time, saying nothing, as nothing needed to be said
between them. All that was needed to be communicated, all of it, was said in
this stare. Finally Ryo-ohki looked away, and his clothing blurred and reformed
itself into a loose fitting karate gi like garment of soft brown and a grey
belt.
Rumia's clothing had undergone a similar transformation. His was blue with
a grey belt.
"Promise me one thing," Ramia said.
"What?"
"If you survive, promise that you'll take care of Misao."
Ryo-ohki nodded. "I promise."
"Thank you, old friend."
They charged each other soundlessly, and the battle was joined.
<End Theme: It�s a Kind of Magic � Queeen>
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