Psssst Boris. I also will be at Anime Weekend Atlanta
on Saturday. Tell Moose and Squirrel to be on the look
out for a white male, about six feet tall�180 lbs
wearing glasses. I will be wearing a bush hat with a
red rose on the brim. The password is "Akane" the
counter sign is "No Kami".
This message will self destruct in .0000001
miliseconds.
^_^
And, in order that this NOT be complete spam I present
the following fragment from a new fanfiction that will
be completed once I get Cats, Friends, Yellow Dragon
and Sukeban chapter 7 finished. ^_^
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The characters of the Ranma � universe are the
creation and possession of the brilliant
Rumiko Takahashi. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi
and her licensees (Shogakukan Inc., Kitty-Fuji
TV, Viz Communications Inc.) No copyright
infringement is intended.
Tyger, Tyger
Prologue
"We have him Great Fang. He is in Japan. Nerima-ko"
The massive figure turned and moved toward the
speaker with ponderous grace.
"You are sure?" The softly growled question matched
perfectly the massive body near seven feet tall, heavy
with muscle. One hand gently stroked the stripped
pelt that was his only covering. "There is no
mistake?"
"N . . .none, Great Fang." Zan willed him self not to
back away in fear or turn belly up in submission. He
was a blooded First Claw and Pride leader, with thirty
personal kills. Yet his skill was merely human. The
Great Fang was descended from the Tyger and his power
was second only to the Gods. Some said, in whispers,
that the Great Fang was a God. Others said he was THE
God, made flesh. Whatever the truth, and Zan knew what
he believed�failure was inconceivable. And fatal. As
was proper. Failure was weakness. Weakness did not
serve. And that which did not serve�well, the Pride
needed the hunt, and Tyger always hungered.
"There is no mistake, Great Fang. He has been found."
"And that which was stolen?"
"No trace, Great Fang."
An ominous growl shook the air, signifying the Great
Fang's displeasure. Zan made himself look the Great
Fang in the eye. He could only hold contact for a
moment and the effort left him weak and shaking. But
Tyger respected strength. The Great Fang nodded
slightly, inviting Zan to continue.
"That was not unexpected. Further, his mind is still
warded. An attempt to force him to speak will only
give us his death."
The Great Fangs eyes gleamed like molten steel in the
flickering torch light and his lips drew back to
reveal hard yellow fangs, flecked with brown.
Startled, Zan realized he had interrupted the Great
Fang while he was feeding. In any other of the Tygers
children such an interruption would have meant instant
destruction of the intruder. But, Zan chastised
himself, this was the Great Fang. His control, like
his appetites were far greater than those of mortals.
"However," Zan continued. "he can _volunteer_ the
information. He has friends and family now. A son.
Daughters by marriage. His scent permeates their
dwelling. "
The Great Fang turned and crossed the room in two
lazy strides. Stopping, he dropped before the alter
where he shared his kills with Tyger. The room was
silent except for wet crunching sounds as the Great
Fang communed with his god. After a few moments he
raised back up, face wet with blood.
"You have done well. Tyger is pleased." With a sharp
crack he ripped off a piece of fore-arm and tossed it
twenty feet to Zan. "Share Tyger's kill. Then go. Take
one of his family from Japan. He will follow. He will
talk. He will die."
Chapter 1
Akane had been kidnaped. Of itself, that was not
too
unusual. For a modern Japanese girl, Tendou Akane had
probably
been kidnaped more times than anyone since the
Warring-States
period. Akane had plenty of experience being kidnaped.
She had
less experience being terrified.
She'd been shopping with Yuka, and Sayuri. The
three of
them had been discussing which movie to see when they
suddenly
appeared. Out of nowhere---silent, hard-eyed men.
Sayuri had
gone down, bleeding from a dozen wounds.
Yuka---Akane could still see her eyes, begging
Akane to
help her.
And she'd tried. She had tried. Putting herself
between
Yuka and the silent, deadly men. And she'd been no
more
protection than a light mist. A sharp blow to the
chest, just below
the heart had dropped her to the ground paralyzed. A
rough
hand tangled in her hair, jerking her head back. A
flask had been pressed to her lips, forcing a bitter
syrup down her throat. She'd heard a short, faint cry
like a frightened kitten from where Yuka had been
standing. Then blackness had swallowed her like a
snake swallows a rabbit.
Sometime later--- hours or days, she didn't
know--- she'd
awakened in the dark confines of an airplane. Aching,
sick and
frightened to the point of paralysis.
They hadn't bothered binding her, these silent
men. She was beneath their notice. She huddled in her
little corner praying
they would continue to ignore her. She didn't bother
pretending
to herself that if she hadn't been trapped in an
airplane she would have tried to fight. The thought
was ludicrous. These men smelled of death and pain.
Akane only hoped her nerve would last long enough to
let her run if she had the opportunity.
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