Blood-Stained Soul
By Kyle Emmerson
Ranma 1/2 and all of its characters and situations are
the creation and property of Rumiko Takahashi. I use
these characters and situations without permission.
Chapter One: White on Flesh
"In a moment we lost our minds here,
And dreamt the world was round,
A million mile fall from grace,
Thank God we missed the ground."
~ Run to the Water - Live
****
"Hey, Keung," John, one of the other orderlies at one of the major
Hong Kong morgues greeted. Flipping through the chart in his hand, he
gestured towards the body on the gourney. "From the bombing?"
Keung nodded. "Yeah. Sure don't look it, though. She's an old woman.
Probably the oldest one that was there."
"You get an ID on her?"
Keung shook his head. "We ran her blood through about six times, did
three retinal's... Hell, we even ran her fingerprints. Nothing."
"A Jane Doe, eh? Haven't had one of those in years. Chang won't be
happy."
Keung nodded. Ever since the advent of portable DNA processors and
retinal scan technology, it's been harder and harder to remain unknown.
But this woman had somehow done so.
"She looks pretty messed up," John mentioned.
Keung shrugged. "They found her about four blocks away. She must have
been standing on the balcony or something when the blast went off. They
say she was probably alive right up until she hit the side of a
thirty-story building."
John shook his head. "Sounds to me like she had one hell of a view
before she bit it."
"Anyway," Keung said. "I've got to get her up on the slab."
"Yeah, hopefully we can ID her."
With that, Keung continued on his rounds. He pushed the gourney into a
fair-sized room. The lights went on as soon as he opened the door.
The sensors in the room were highly sensitive to warmth. All you
really had to do was be alive, and standing in the room, and they would
work.
Keung pushed the gourney up against the wall and wrote something down
on a sheet of paper that was tacked up on the wall. The room itself was
well over fifty years old. Not one of the newest storage facilities for
corpses, and it still used the old-fashioned slab storage system.
He walked over and took a hold of the handle of one of the drawer and
yanked it open. Just as the chart said, it was empty.
"Keung, could I see you in the lounge, please?" a voice rang over the
intercom. Keung sighed. It was Doctor Chang, his boss.
Just what he needed. He'd already been hung out to dry by the man just
the week earlier, and now it was time for more. The man just had it in for
him.
Slamming the drawer shut, he took a quick glance over at the body.
She'd be okay there for a few minutes.
"Yes sir," Keung said. "I'm on my way."
****
Doctor Chang drank his evening coffee with little vigor. It was a bad
day, and even worse evening. First the rush that afternoon after the
explosion. All of the bodies had been identified easily. Crime bosses,
wealthy, yet unscrupulous business men... A few dead hookers. If anything,
it was an advantage to the city.
And then, to ease the pressure on the rest of them, he gave one simple
task to an underworked orderly, and he had the gall to screw it up.
The door to the lounge opened with a click. Doctor Chang looked over
to the newcomer.
"Keung," he began. "Why is there a Jane Doe in our morgue?"
"Sir, I ran every identification test we have on her. DNA, retinal...
even fingerprint analysis. Nothing."
"Keung, do you expect me to believe that? Every citizen in Hong Kong
has submitted their DNA. Their entire essence in on file. And not just
Hong Kong, either!"
"Well, she is old, sir. She could have come from inner China."
It was a possibility, he thought. The rest of China was still quite
communist, and even she could have migrated into the city somehow. Not all
of the true Chinese citizens had been tested yet. It was quite possible.
"Doubtful. She was wearing quite elegant clothing. And she WAS with
some of the highest powers of the crime world."
Keung shrugged. So much for that idea.
"Do another test, Keung. If it doesn't work, I'll do it," he said.
Keung sighed and nodded. "I'd better get to her, then."
"You do that," Doctor Chang said, and then went back to drinking his
coffee.
****
Keung entered the slab room hurriedly. His train of thought had been
fixed on how much he would have liked to stick a bucket of autopsy tools
up Doctor Chang's colonic region.
He walked over to the gourney and paused.
He looked up at the lights. They hadn't turned on when he entered the
room.
They were already on.
"Hello?" he called. Although he didn't expect an answer, he thought it
was worth a try. The light systems had failed before, on occasion, but he
had to be sure there was nobody else in the room.
There was really nowhere to hide. Even if someone was stupid enough to
hide in one of the slabs, he's either freeze to death, or the lights
wouldn't pick it up and remain off.
He sighed as he began to push the gourney. Just another problem for
the maintenance guys to pick up.
As he left the room, he continued his previous train of thought, and
remained oblivious to the fact that behind him, upon exiting, the lights
had turned off...
****
She stepped off of the airliner platform as calmly as she could
muster. The New Hong Kong International Airport was one of the most
automated places in the world. It was almost impossible to stop and smell
the roses.
The truth was, however, was that she was excited. Over the past
several years, there had been many leads, but very few hard evidence.
This, she hoped after seeing her image on the news, was the last stop.
She'd be here. Most likely in the morgue. She hopes to God they hadn't
cremated or buried her yet.
But this was Hong Kong. They had a bigger bigger body count that
Tokyo, her home.
The slender young woman brushed her dark hair from her face and
stepped up to the customs desk.
The girl at the desk smiled at her. "Do you have any baggage?" she
asked.
The woman nodded. "Check Three-Five-Alpha," she said.
The clerk typed the code into the computer. "Ms. Kiyomi Maeshima?" she
asked, smiling.
Kiyomi nodded and pulled out her ID card. After a quick scan by the
clerk, she nodded and passed it back.
"I'll be right back, Ms. Maeshima," the clerk smiled. She went off to
fetch the luggage.
Kiyomi leaned back against the counter and took in her surroundings.
She had been to the New Hong Kong International Airport a few times
before, mainly on business trips. She never saw the place as a vacation
spot.
She sighed. It was a pity she wasn't able to invest in the real estate
a few years before the turn of the millennia. She could have made an
absolute fortune.
But as it was now, she was rich enough.
She smirked at her own words. Rich enough. A contradiction of terms.
"Ms. Maeshima?" the clerk smiled, coming back holding a single leather
cylindric container, about a foot taller than either of them. "I'm afraid
there might be a mistake. Is this yours? The X-ray says it's of wooden
composition."
Kiyomi nodded. "Yeah, it's mine."
And it was true. Besides her computer, it was by far her most
important possession.
The clerk shrugged and passed it over the counter. "There you go, Ms.
Maeshima. Enjoy your stay in Hong Kong!"
Kiyomi took the container and smiled. "Thank you. I'm sure I will."
****
Keung parked the gourney in the identification room. It was where they
kept all the ID gadgets and gizmos. More importantly, it was where the
Analyzer was. One of the strongest models of DNA scanners in the world.
With complete Internet Matrix Datalink, with encoded transfers to the
WWDNAD in Texas, USA.
The World Wide DNA Database was the one place in the world where every
DNA sample was sent and stored. While every country had a main database of
their own, the WWDNAD was the one place you could find out who a foreigner
was.
It also meant that Keung had to take out the big guns on identifying
the old woman.
He grabbed a small hypodermic syringe from a sterile container and
unzipped the black bag in which the old woman was kept.
He massaged the woman's arm to try and get some of the blood flowing
again. He usually spent a couple minutes doing it, but for some reason, it
only took a few seconds to get a viable sample. He dropped it into the
scanner and waited for the results.
"DNA Sample accepted," the computer mentioned. "Scanning CDNAD,
backlog zero Seconds."
Keung breathed in. He knew it would most likely not be found.
"No match found. Contact WWDNAD?"
"Yes," Keung yawned.
"Scanning WWDNAD, backlog twenty-five seconds."
Keung yawned again, he turned to zip the body bag while he was
waiting.
And then he paused. There was something odd about the arm. It was
gray, wrinkled and scorched only minutes before, when he had scanned in
with the local analyzer.
But now... It was smooth. EXTREMELY smooth. There were no visible
burns and... It was far from gray. In fact, it looked almost alive.
Keung lifted the flap up further, exposing the rest of the body.
He rubbed his forehead in annoyance. How the hell could he have made
such a goof? He took the wrong damn body! This girl couldn't have been
older than twenty!
And her body was still warm!
Keung paused. Still warm? Unless she had died only seconds before, her
body should have been at room temperature.
Keung took off his glasses and rubbed them. There was no way that she
could have been warm, unless--
That's it. The guys were playing a trick on him. They got the girl
drunk or something and put her on a gourney, knowing what would happen.
Or worse-- they had hired a prostitute.
"Hello?" he asked, waving his hand over the girls face. "Are you
awake, miss?"
There was no reply.
"WWDNAD scan complete. No match found," the computer said.
Keung looked over to it. Not found? That was... impossible. EVERYONE
was scanned nowadays. This girl, due to her age, would have had a sample
submitted just after her birth. It was impossible.
But then... the old woman didn't have a match either...
He placed his hands down on the desk in annoyance. There had to be a
plausible explanation. It was mandatory in every continent, no matter
where she was born, to have a DNA entry. Even if she was born in one of
the less technologically advanced countries, when she came to Hong Kong,
or wherever she went, she would have been scanned.
It wasn't possible.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling from behind him. A rustling and a slight
moan.
He spun around to see the girl stir a bit, and open her eyes.
He looked down at her. "Are you-- ghrk!"
The girl apparently wasn't in the mood to chat much. She moved her
hand so fast that Keung hadn't seen it, and wrapped it around his neck.
Keeping her grip, she managed to kick off the body bag and stand up,
in full naked glory.
If Keung wasn't having such a hard time breathing, he would have been
busy basking in her nakedness. After all, she WAS quite a looker.
"Clothes," she said. "Now."
Keung pointed a shaky finger at a nearby locker. The girl released her
grip on his throat, but pulled him along with nearly inhuman strength.
On the way, she reached up and pulled the surveillance camera out of
the ceiling and dropped it to the floor. Keung blinked in surprise. She
did it without so much as stretching. She had to have still been in a
languid state, but--
Well, the grip she had on his arm spoke for him on that point.
As she reached the locker, she ripped it open and sighed. A lab coat
and white, sterilized slippers.
She pulled them out. It would have to do. Dropping Keung to the floor,
she slipped the slippers on and wrapped the lab coat around herself.
"Exit. Where is it?" she looked down at Keung.
"It's kinda hard to explain," he said, trying to stall.
"You've got five seconds," she threatened.
"Gooutintothehalltakeyourfirstleftthensecondrightupthestairwell," he
said as fast as he could, then sucked in another laboured breath.
"takeyoursecondrightandstraightahead."
The girl looked down at him and smirked. "Thanks," she walked past
him.
"But there are guards! You need an ID to get out!"
The girl turned around. "I'll get out fine," she said, and then left
the room.
Keung sighed in relief as she left. He took a quick look around the
room and frowned. The surveillance camera. The storage locker.
He felt his throat and winced. It would be bruised.
He stood up and waited and waited until he was sure the girl was gone,
then stepped out into the hallway.
He wasted no time in alerting security.
****
"Bravo-Nine, Charlie-Two," Cho's radio rang out.
"Go ahead, Charlie-Two," he replied, picking it up.
"Apparent Intruder. Section B-1, north wing. Believed to be heading
straight for you."
Cho stood up and smiled. About time he see some action. Life as a
static guard was INCREDIBLY boring.
"Features?"
"Seems to be an Alpha-Foxtrot. Approximately Two-Zero years of age.
She's wearing a lab coat and slippers."
Cho blinked. "That's it?"
"That is Affirmative, Bravo-Nine."
Cho smirked. He was in for more action that he thought if THAT was his
target.
"Ten-Four, Charlie-Two. Will RV with subject."
"Also, be warned, Bravo-Nine. Victim of subject says she's incredibly
dangerous."
Cho chuckled. Like a woman wearing a lab coat could be dangerous.
He stalked down the hallway and turned the corner. After a few more
seconds of walking, the doors at the end of the hall burst open. Cho
paused.
The woman who stepped out matched the description.
"Excuse me, Miss?" he called down the hallway.
The woman never replied.
"MISS?" he called, a little louder.
The woman kept walking, and levelled her gaze at Cho.
Well fine, then, Cho thought. If she was going to play like that,
maybe she needs a little more convincing.
Cho pulled out his stun baton and readied it.
"Miss, if you don't stop, I'll be forced to use this."
The woman kept coming.
When she got close enough, Cho let his baton fly, expecting to strike
the woman in the stomach. However, his surprise was no mystery when the
baton struck nothing but air.
He didn't have enough time to react to the woman's sidestep, and could
only helplessly yelp as she pushed him up by the jaw and shoved him head
first into the ceiling.
The last thing Cho felt before losing consciousness was the snap of
his jaw as the bone broke, and the big headache he had from being shoved
into the ceiling.
****
"Holy crap!" Kevin exclaimed as he stared at the monitor. "Did you see
that?"
"See?" Keung asked. "I told you she was dangerous!"
Kevin tilted his head horizontally as he watched the screen. There was
Cho, dangling by his head from the ceiling.
"Think we should send someone to get him down?" Keung asked.
Kevin popped back into reality. "We've got to take care of her
somehow."
"The police?"
Kevin nodded, and then reached over to pick up the phone.
****
The directions had been just as the little man had said. She soon
found her way to the exit.
Strangely enough, her only obstacle had been that cocky security
guard. Not a big problem, but she still regretted having to break his jaw.
She needed to get out of there without having people still chasing her
when she left.
The doors opened to a fair-sized parking lot. The sun was still making
it's daily journey. In fact, it wouldn't set for at least another hour or
two.
She stepped out into the light. She obviously looked strange wearing
nothing but a lab coat and slippers.
She'd look even stranger once she got on to the public transit, but
that didn't matter. She needed clothes. Quickly. The only place she could
think of was her apartment.
Moving quickly, she bounded down the sidewalk and got a bearing on her
location. Her apartment wasn't far. She could make it there in minutes.
****
"'Scuse me?" the cabbie asked.
"Here," Kiyomi said. "Let me off here."
"Youse sure about dat, lady? 'Dis here's a bad area. Some o' dese
folks wouldn't think twice 'bout killing youse for your shoes."
"Trust me. I can take care of myself."
The cabbie shrugged and pushed a button on the dash. "Dat'll be
$246.98."
A fair chunk of change, Kiyomi thought. Thirty years earlier, when the
whole 'Global Village' thing was at it's peak, people found they could no
longer rely on international currency, and the United Nations had
ultimately decided to use one world-wide form of currency. Of course,
American dollars had been at the top of the food chain in the currency
market, so it was only logic that American currency be used. They
ethnicized it, made it globally acceptable. After all, many countries were
going to object to having American Presidents on the face of their money.
The solution was easy enough. Gandhi. Lincoln. Various world leaders
and general humanitarians. Soon, the bills and coins became electronic. In
fact, today, hard currency was rarely used, in favour of the electronic
kind.
Pulling it out of her pocket, she slipped a small plastic card through
a card reader and tapped a button. "Thanks," she said, and stepped out of
the taxi.
As the cab drove off, she faintly faintly make out the closing words
of the cabbie. "Cheap bitch. No tip?"
Choosing to ignore it, she took a breath of the air. Indeed, it was
the bad part of town. The people sitting on the curb and smoking
cigarettes was only testament to that fact.
Kiyomi sniffed the air. It reeked of cigarette smoke. Various drugs an
alcohol... The strongest smell had to be the body odour, and... ugh...
human musk.
She looked around. She had been led here through her most trusted
source. Which meant that was where she had to be.
If she wasn't busy trying to dig her way out of a grave.
But now... which apartment was hers?
****
"Whoa," Officer Huang muttered. "Now if that ain't the damnedest..."
Keung nodded. "How do you think I felt?"
Officer Huang shook his head and shut off the monitor. "Let me have
the discs. I'll have the forensic guys analyze it and try to get something
from it. You still have an available blood sample?"
Keung shook his head. "No. But I'm sure we have the DNA profile in the
memory of the analyzer."
"Good, we'll grab that, too. We'll find out who this girl is."
"I should hope so," Kevin remarked. "Cho's jaw is being mended right
now, but he's not gonna be happy with what happened."
"She's gone now. I don't think she'll be coming back, though. Call it
a hunch."
****
She rounded the corner and slowed to a jog. There was no fear in this
area. They already knew not to mess with her.
But then, she also had the appearance of a Sixty-five year old woman
just yesterday. They didn't have the slightest clue who the young woman
was.
Ukyou Kuonji? No. Ukyou Kuonji was a mean old woman who could whip
anyone on the block with ease.
THIS Ukyou Kuonji could do much the same, only faster, and with more
efficiency.
But nobody really knew her. Which meant whoever messed with her was in
for a world of pain.
She paused as she reached the front steps of the apartment. It was
quite subtle at first, but it become stronger as she moved forward.
The scent. It was familiar. Extremely familiar. Was it him? No. His
scent was... different. More feral, and there was a hint of perfume mixed
with this scent. It was most definitely female.
And so familiar.
The scent filled her heart with a longing. It was almost a relief to
be smelling it, but-- WHO WAS IT?
Only one way to find out.
She bounded up the stairs and into the elevator.
****
Kiyomi reclined on the old, worn out chair. The scent was strongest
here, which meant that it was most definitely Ukyou's apartment.
Not just that, but someone had just stepped out of the elevator on
this floor.
Kiyomi stood and and pulled out the long wooden staff from the
container. Readying it as quickly as she could, she prepared for the
fight.
****
The scent led into her apartment. Ukyou crept up to the door. Without
any further resistance, she turned the knob and pushed it open. Whoever
was in there decided to leave the door unlocked.
The last thing she expected to see was HER. The scent was familiar,
but for her to be in there. It blew her mind.
She leapt into the attack without wasting her time.
****
Kiyomi had enough time to bat Ukyou away with her staff as she jumped
at her. Growling, she forced it toward her, hoping to hit a vulnerable
spot.
"How the hell did you find me?!" Ukyou growled, dodging the attack.
She made a claw out of her hand and moved in for another attack, striking
Kiyomi at the leg, but receiving a butt in the face from the staff.
"You think it was easy?" Kiyomi shot back.
Ukyou rubbed her face. "Why don't you just go back where you came
from?"
"Why don't YOU, Ukyou? You were so high and mighty before. What about
now?"
Ukyou sneered at Kiyomi. "You take that back!"
"Ooh, poor, brave soul Ukyou. The one who said she could take the
pains of aging. Ooh, what's that? Ukyou's found the fountain of youth?"
Ukyou furrowed her brow. "Shut up."
"How was it Ukyou? The blood of criminals? How did it taste?"
"Shut up!"
"Was it good? Did it have a metallic taste to it? Or perhaps it was
bland from all those years of drug use? Rancid from the purity of their
soul? How was it Ukyou, tell me!"
Ukyou knelt down and punched the floor. "Just leave," she said.
Kiyomi sighed and put her staff against the wall. "Why did you leave,
Ukyou?"
Ukyou didn't look up. "I... I had to..."
"Why? Just couldn't take it? I had to live with his death too, Ukyou."
"But... He..." Ukyou stammered, starting to tear up.
"He's gone, Ukyou. I know why you left." Kiyomi sighed. "I wanted to
run away, too. I didn't want to deal with it."
"You were the only one who fed."
"Yes, but it still took me fifteen years. I didn't want this any more
than you did, Ukyou. But it was given to us. The three of us. Whether we
asked for it or not."
"I was looking for an answer..." she sighed. "Why he had to die."
"So you went to Jusenkyo."
Ukyou looked up. "What... how?"
Kiyomi gestured towards a small bottle on a shelf. "My guess is you
were going to give it to Ranma when-- and if you returned. It surprised me
at first. I thought he was here, but I can't tell his scent. Just the
magic of the water."
Ukyou nodded. "I... I was going to bring it when--"
"When you came to grips with reality?"
Ukyou looked up at Kiyomi. "I got the water... But I didn't want to
give it to him. At least, not yet..."
Kiyomi shook her head. "It doesn't matter anymore, Ukyou."
Ukyou looked up. Her heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"I guess you didn't see Mousse while you were near Jusenkyo, eh?"
Ukyou looked towards the floor again and shook her head. "I... I
didn't want to be reminded."
"He sent Ranma some Nannichuan water about half a year after you
left," Kiyomi said, chuckling. "And you know what the doofus did?"
"What?"
"He threw it out."
Ukyou blinked. "WHAT?"
"I guess he had become so used to the curse that... well, he told
Akane it would be like killing a part of himself."
Ukyou's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"
Kiyomi laughed. "Oh, you should have seen Akane and Ranko. They were
on the warpath for WEEKS!"
"The idiot gave up his cure?"
Kiyomi shook her head. "That's not why, though. Guess _WHERE_ he threw
it?"
Ukyou was almost afraid to ask.
"Where?"
She asked anyway.
"All over Senko."
Ukyou choked on her own words. "He cursed his GRAND-DAUGHTER?!" she
asked, shocked to even hear it.
Kiyomi continued to laugh. "The idiot thought it would be good for her
training," she said. "Then he sent a message back asking for some
NYANNICHUAN for Senji."
Ukyou couldn't take it any more. "He's turning out just like his
father!" She broke out laughing.
"Yeah," Kiyomi said, chuckling. A few moments later, the two of them
started to calm down.
"They miss you, you know," Kiyomi said, looking absently out the
window.
Ukyou stood up and looked back toward her door. "I... I can't go back.
Not now."
"Oh relax," Kiyomi said, as she turned back, narrowing her eyes. "They
forgave me back in 2015, they'll do much the same for you."
"No, that's not it... I just..."
"Ukyou," Kiyomi reached over and put her hand on her friends shoulder.
"Please."
Ukyou sighed. "Not right now," she said. "There's too much--"
"When, Ukyou? Ranma and Akane aren't like us. They can't just go for a
two hour stroll about become teenagers again. They're OLD, Ukyou. Older
than when you left."
"Nabiki, please... I just can't. Not yet."
"I go by Kiyomi now, Uky--"
"But you're *STILL* Nabiki," she shot back.
"This was a mistake," Nabiki said, reaching for her staff back and
loading it back into its case. "I shouldn't even have come here."
"Nabiki..."
"Forget it, Ukyou. I figured I'd come here and convince you to come
back with me. But I guess not," she said. "I guess I'm a lot more naive
than I thought.
"Nabiki, please. I want to come back, but if I go there... I'm
afraid..."
Nabiki paused. "Of what?"
"I made a mistake, Nabiki," Ukyou said. "A big mistake."
Nabiki inhaled. "What kind of mistake?"
Ukyou looked up to the ceiling. "One I can't take care of in Japan.
If... If he finds them, he might--"
"If who finds them, Ukyou?"
Ukyou shook her head. "Go back, Nabiki. It's something I've got to
take care of."
Nabiki dropped her staff. "You've got a problem?"
Ukyou nodded. "But it's MY problem."
"Remember the agreement we made with Ryouga, Ukyou?"
Ukyou seemed to shudder a bit. "He's dead, Nabiki. Don't bring him
into this."
"But the agreement still stands. We help each other, we help those who
need helping."
Ukyou remained silent. She looked up into Nabiki's eyes.
After a few moments passed, she sighed. "Fine," she said.
"Great!" Nabiki smiled. "Now get changed. We're moving you out of this
hell hole."
"Hey!" Ukyou shot back. "This is my HOME!"
"Wrong, Ukyou. This home belongs to the old woman named Ukyou Kuonji.
The young, debonair millionaire Ukyou Kuonji is staying in a lovely High
Rise apartment on the west side."
Ukyou raised an eyebrow. "You're joking, right?"
Nabiki raised a finger and curled her lips into a knowing smile.
"You'd be surprised, fair Ucchan. My business venture back in '32 turned
out to be VERY successful..."
"How successful?"
"Successful enough that if I remained in the limelight long enough,
they'll begin to wonder. Anyway, I've resigned as CEO there. Guess who
took over?"
"Who?"
"Ijuin."
"Wait," Ukyou smirked. "Ijuin *KUNO*?"
"Yeah, who'd have thought? He'd have turned out to be the business
type?"
"Well, the new Kuno-baby is doing quite well, last I checked. He's
bringing it to new markets now. Ideas even I've never thought of. But
needless to say, I'm looking forward to being just Nabiki Tendo again..."
"But, what about--"
Nabiki pressed her finger to Ukyou's lips. "Don't worry about it," she
said, once again curling her lips into a knowing smile. "Just pack your
important things. Leave the... ugh... furniture behind."
"What's wrong with the furniture?"
"God, it's older than *I* am!" Nabiki said, walking through the small
maze of ancient tables and chairs.
Ukyou just smiled and moved into the bedroom. She quickly changed her
clothes into something far more suitable and sighed. It was time to leave
this place. Grabbing a small bag from the floor of her closet, and a book
from on top of a shelf, she moved out to see Nabiki.
Nabiki turned to her. "Traveling light, are we?"
Ukyou shrugged. "You don't seem to be carrying much, either."
With a smile, Nabiki replied. "My staff and my computer. It's all I
need."
"Not even a change of clothes?"
"Ooh, honey. You don't KNOW clothes until you've been shopping. Have
you even been keeping up with the latest fashions?"
Ukyou shook her head. There was no need to keep up with the latest
fashions while she was, quite literally, an old woman. The fashions from
the late twentieth century were all the old folks wore, anyway. Although
slightly more modest.
Nabiki grabbed her staff case, which, for all intents and purposes,
looked like an extra-long poster case. Slinging one end over her shoulder,
she walked out the door with Ukyou. Neither looked back.
****
"Why did you attack me, anyway?" Nabiki asked.
Ukyou chuckled. "Like you weren't expecting me to?"
"I had to be prepared, right?" she replied.
"Call it nostalgia." Ukyou smiled and looked up at the setting sun.
"Boy," Nabiki muttered. "If only the fools who write the books knew
how wrong they were."
Ukyou laughed. "Remember when we first turned over? It took us three
weeks to figure out that we could walk out into the sun."
Nabiki's smile grew. She stifled a laugh as she spoke, "If it wasn't
for Ryouga accidentally wandering out during the day, we might still be
sitting in the Dojo!"
The two old friends were caught in a giggling fit as they leaned
against each other on the curb. Unbeknownst to them, they attracted a
little more attention than they intended.
"Hey, chickies," a man said, walking up to them. "What's so funny?"
Nabiki kept laughing, ignoring the man, but Ukyou passed him a glance.
"Move on, Percy," she warned.
Percy blinked in surprise. How has this chick known his name? Did he
know her?
"How'd you know my name?" he asked.
"Don't worry about it, Perc--"
"Oh, I think I'll worry about it," Percy said, pulling out a knife.
"I'm looking for a good time. And you chicks are gonna give it to me."
Nabiki turned to face him, still trying to stifle a laugh at the
private joke between her and Ukyou.
She leaned on Ukyou's shoulder and continued to laugh. This action,
however, sent a chain reaction towards Ukyou, who once again picked up her
laughter.
Percy, needless to say, was not amused.
"HEY!" he exclaimed. "What the HELL are you bitches laughing at?!"
Nabiki managed to clear her face. "Bitches?" Nabiki asked, then turned
to Ukyou. "Did you hear what he called us?"
Ukyou nodded. "That wasn't very nice, Percy."
"What do you think, Ukyou?" Nabiki began. "Tokyo Tower?"
"No," Ukyou began. "Too rough for Percy, here. I'd say... Honshu...
Maybe a Light Kyoto."
Percy blinked. What the hell were they talking about? The girl with
the black hair did look familiar. The other girl had called her Ukyou, but
the only Ukyou he knew was the old witch up in--
He connected the pieces only a moment too late. The short haired girl
had pulled a long wooden staff out from her leather case, and swept his
legs out from under him, while Ukyou had knocked his forehead, sending the
back of his head crashing into the concrete.
It wasn't enough for him to lose consciousness, but the knife had been
wrenched from his hand with minimal resistance, but she had still nearly
took his hand with the knife.
Rubbing the back of his head, he looked up and watched the two girls
walk away...
Percy blinked. Was it really the old woman? Her eyes looked the same,
and the voice... Although there were slight differences in tone, it
sounded very much like her.
Whatever. He got up and brushed his head. Chicks were just too damn
weird for him. It's time to do what mamma always said and become a
gynecologist.
****
Well, there it is... Chapter One.
I guess many of you are wondering about my other fics.. Gladius Sanctus is
still mainly in planning. Converging Fates 7 is almost done, and For What
You Dream Of 6 is getting there.
Divinity 10 and Trials of Destiny 13 are on hold for the time being. I've
reached a total blank concerning those fics. ^_^
Also, expect 'Desperate Youth' to be out some time within the next month
or two-- for those who are wondering, it's the sequel to 'A Day and Night
in Tokyo, Japan' which can be found on my page.
Anyway, C&C and pre-reading offers widely accepted. ^_^
ttyl,
Kyle...
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