A wise woman once told me, "Don't apologize, make -them- apologize."  That being said...


Soun was ecstatic.  The postcard had come today!  Finally, the union
of the schools of Anything Goes Martial Arts would be complete!
Granted, his daughters were considerably less excited, but once his
friend arrived...

Someone was at the door -- it had to be them!  Soun ran to the
entrance, met by oldest daughter Kasumi as he threw open the door.
"Konnichi wa!  We've been waiting... for..."  He trailed off, speech
failing him as he realized he was speaking to a panda.

Beside him, Kasumi blinked calmly.  "Daddy, is this your friend?"

Soun returned an expression of utter confusion.  'Last time we met,
he wasn't a panda,' he thought absently.

Suddenly, the panda grabbed a figure off of his shoulder and
presented him to Soun.  Could it be...  The boy was short, with red
hair in a ponytail and a slightly effeminate face.  "You... wouldn't
be..."

The boy gave a look of embarrassment.  "Himura Kenshin de gozaru yo.
Sorry about this."


...all right, I'm sorry.  ^_^;

spring.99/3.25.00

Erin
-- delurked to post -this-?!

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