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"'Cause if she no pass, you no pass." The principal burst into
laughter.
Heh. the prinicpal does come up with goofy plans like that. Of course, they
never turn out quite the way he wants them to.
Laughing the three girls climbed back down the rope into the
jungle.
As their voices faded the statue of the principal moved and he stepped
out of his hiding place.
He frowned in thought. Something wasn't right here. All three
should
have been fighting, not merrily laughing. If the troublesome students
were going to start being friends, he was going to be in so much
trouble.
Hehehehe. An interesting way for him to look at it.
"That's good. Ah, Yuka, would you mind giving up your seat so that
Shampoo can sit next to Akane please?" Miss Hinako asked
Just looking for an excuse to drain someone, isn't she? ^_^
as Shampoo
picked the last twig from her hair and tossed it in the bin.
Yuka nodded her head. "Yes miss."
Yes, Miss," (I think it should be capitalized, anyway.
She quickly gathered her books in a
pile and stood. As she turned towards the nearest empty desk she Akane
she gave
*****
"No, I purposefully made it so that the mind rewriting technology
only works once, it was a plot point." He waved his hand at them,
forestalling any questions. "Besides which this tapestry is already
rewriting itself to these new elements. Thanks to you Ranma
you, Ranma
is about
to get a very... adult experience, and I'm not talking about what the
girls are planning."
He's going to have to start paying taxes?
"I have to." He paused. "I'm going to Self Insert."
WAH! Not that!
*****
The lunch bell rung,
rang (I think)
"Then Shampoo and Ukyo chime in and we all know what we had to do
after that."
Ranma nodded. "Okay, I see. Makes sense," Ranma lied. It had gone
entirely over his head, but he wasn't going to admit that.
Of course not.
Another crashing in the bushes signalled Shampoo's arrival, and
the
amazon leapt from the tree top, her bonbori held aloft. "Shampoo KILL
kitchen-destroyer and spatula-girl!" The pair separated, rolling apart
to avoid the blow. "Ranma proposed to SHAMPOO!"
"He proposed to me too!" Both girls chorused, glaring at her.
The horrible thing is, most people probably would find that story easy to
believe, knowing Ranma.
"Uh, oh," she muttered under her breath. "This may be trouble."
Nah. There's always memory erasing shampoo.
Her irritation continued to mount as she pulled off layer after
layer, until a ridiculous amount of paper lay on the floor about. At
last she came to different layer, this time white wax paper. Her anger
getting the better of her, she tore this off, uncovering the doughy
underside of an Okonomiyaki.
"Why is Ukyo sending me food?" Nabiki wondered aloud as she
flipped
it over.
Written amongst the toppings, in the dark sauce Ukyo favoured, was
a
message. "'Stay silent or next time it won't be flour!'" Nabiki read.
"What the he--" *BAMM!*
Hehehe. Ukyou using blunt intimidation. I rather like that.
It was only after they left that he realised that later that night
he'd be enjoying the attentions of one of them again. He wasn't sure
why, but that prospect made him feel good.
Most of his woman problems solved without him having to lift a finger? Of
course he'd be happy about it.
Nice work.
D.B. Sommer.