YES!!!
Somebody's reading!
My life means something again. (Well apart from the usual RL anyway) Now all
I have to do is finnish on 0,19 write to the end of 0,20 (wich should end at
midnight if I time it right) and then...

Then I should do a complete rehaul. Maybe rewrite the whole thing so that it
becomes more comprehensible (to other people anyway) although I'll be damned
if I knew how.

Or perhaps just fill in the blanks. Put in the ligament of storys,
area-description, or something like that.

Oh and by the way, this story has been bugging me for the last hour. Anyone
care to give comments on it?
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                        Ryouga's dilemma.

It rained in Nerima. Well that was natural, to say that
it rained in Nerima would be like saying that there's a
fog/smog in London. This time though it REALLY
rained. Not the kind of rain that's fast enough to
surprise a person and just enough to get him wet. This
was the kind of rain that went on for 90 days and 90
nights and would have covered the whole earth if it
could. Of course, Nerima being the way it is, the
drainage system could have survived something ten
times worse and may just have to before this story is
over.

On nights like this all good little martial artists stayed
at home and had a hot cup of sake. Unless they were
too young, if so they watched television and shivered
while looking out through the window. Nights like
this were made for cudling up on the couch in front
of the TV. Unfortunately, not everyone is lucky
enough to be able to do this. Somewhere in Nerima, a
little black pig is ploughing his way through the rain.
He's lost and hungry and most of all, he's alone.

P-chan nibbled on the end of the yellow and black
bandanna that was tied around his neck and shivered.
Soaked from the cold rain, he couldn't even feel the
water chilling his feet anymore, they where like
clumps of rock and just as hard to move. He stood
still, feeling the water driping from his snout. A
feeling of sadness krept over him as he watched the
rain hit the asphalt.  P-chan felt his head
getting hotter but stoically continued walking beside the
red, brickwall anyway. At some point he should get
inside, he figured. He turned as it did and walked
straight as it did, keeping an eye on it at all times just
to make sure that he didn't lose it or get lost himself.

He sneezed loudly and leaned against the wall to rest.
Breathing out, he looked from side to side of the
street anxiously hoping for something he would
recognise. Like the high redbrick wall around the
Tendo home, the small fence around his own or that
bellyflooping 3 in yellow that means hamburgers. All
he could see was a long street with ordinary houses on
every side. Looking like any other housed street he
had ever walked through.

With his head hangin low, he walked on in the rain.
The wall  turned left and so did he. After running
through a gauntlet of leaves and branches it turned left again.
He followed it over a pile of grass that fairly reeked
of fermented bananas. And then on to a more sweet
smelling patch.

The wall never seemed to end and he was sure there
was some sort of magic at play. For every time there
was clear sight, he looked around franticaly, trying to
see if he recognised where he was. He never did
though, not that it was very surprising, he wouldn't
have recognised his parents if he had seen them.
Mainly because he hadn't seen very much of them at
all. Directly after his birth, his mother had gotten lost,
despite the fact that she had been deemed to weak to
move, let alone walk. He had been taken care of by
the the nurses at his ward and when he was old
enough. He had been sent to the Hibiki home with a
note from the nurses wich would have explained
everything, if there had been anyone there to read it.

The pig sighed and turned around the corner only to
meet a fence. He perked up sligthly as he realised that
he had seen  this fence before. When he had run from
Ranma that first time, to avoid having his curse
discovered. He had run straight at the fence and he had
been so blinded by the fear and the rain that he had
kept on running until the ground beneath him had
given way and he had stopped on the other side.
P-chan gently squeezed through the
hole, wich seemed to have shrunk slightly since his
last visit, and he happily continued walking beside the red wall.


That the fence was here meant that her was close
to the Tendo home, where Akane and Ranma lived.
Ever since the day the nurses had left him, he had
been alone. The dogs had occasionaly dragged him
home and one of the nurses had come  to check on
him, once in a while. Though that rarelly meant that
he was there to meet them. The only ones who had
really noticed him as something more than another
person on the street were Ranma and Akane. To
Ranma he was a rival and an enemy and to Akane he
was a pet and a friend, though he sometimes wished
otherwise he dearly hoped that none of it changed.
Because if it did, he might lose any bond to them at
all.

As he pushed through another hole between two
bushes, lightning began playing up in the clouds,
creating shadows that came and disappeared at odd
intervals. A sudden low burst of lightning lit the area
around the pig. "Great!" he thought. "As if it wasn't
enough with the rain. Now Kuno's gearing up for
something dramatic." He bukied a very deep sigh and
passed the Tendo gates for the fifth time that night.

With both the rain and the lightning going, you would
do well to expect something dramatic to happen.  Any
minute a mysterious figure covered in a large and
wildly flapping (and very concealing) cloak could
appear. Any minute a black car could drive though the
streets, hitting a puddle at rocket speed and skidding
on the wet road as it makes a perfect 90 degree turn.

Any minute.

All you have to do is wait for it. Any second
something could happen.

Something did. The rain stopped, the sun started to
shine and a brownish, grayish car rolled slowly up the
street. It looked like a piece of junk on wheels and it
didn't behave much better. For every bump in the
road, every turn or every puddle, the car either
coughed, hacked, or wheezed, respectively. Slowly
but with a mindless determination, the car rolled
towards Nerima ward.

In another place entirely, two... for lack of a better
term, people, where laughing wildly and hugging each
other for support. "Can You?" One of them said. "Can
You Imagine What Will Happen?" He stopped
speaking because of a sudden giggling fit. "When She
Arrives?"

"Yesssssss" the other one answered. "I'tssssssss gon-n-
n-nna be a kill-ll-ll-ller!"

The first one blinked and cocked his head. Slowly, a
mean grinn spread across his lips. "Good Choise Of
Words" He said and began laughing even louder than
before.

In essence, their conversation stopped there. Unless
you can call inarticulate grunts or laughs while
pointing at an undefined spot in the air a
conversation. For the simple reason that it's unlikely
that the two will give any more useful information
we'll leave them in limbo for a while and go back to
Nerima.

Where the car had finally stoped and a woman had
just stepped out. She was a bit tall, even for a
foreigner though she looked Japanese. She wore large
biege Khakis and a wholly sweatshirt in black and
yellow stripes. The sleaves were rolled up and one of
her hands was pushed down into a pocket in her pants,
apparently fumbling around for something small, like
her keyes. Her hair was dark green with black
highligts here and there and it was bound near the end
by some yellow and black cloth. Her tigerstriped
sweatband was also nice.

When she realised that her keyes weren't there, she
rolled down the window and gently twisted a crowbar
around the steeringwheel so it would be unable to
turn. She opened the backdoor and took out a large backpak.


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If anyone gets who she is in both meanings I will be surprised. This will be
put on the shelf till after 0,20 is done and most of  Lions Spring in "pools
of sorrow" (wich I might rename BTW)
But after that, who knows? If I get enough comments I might even do
something with it. (I do have the plot finnished for it, unlike Threads and
the last bit of Lions Spring)