(It's two in the morning. I'm feeling kinda strange . . .)
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Nanashimanga presents . . .
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"I really, really hate this curse."
"Why?"
"It gives you an excuse to make me your dress-up doll."
Two short figures on a rooftop at three in the morning.
It'd be assumed that they were burglars had either of
them been older than eleven (not to mention the fact that
burglars don't usually dress up in magic-girl costumes).
"C'mon, admit it. It's a nice costume, at least."
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A never-to-be-continued production . . .
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The speaker, a relatively young-looking girl with a
page-boy haircut and perfectly normal clothes, appeared
to reconsider her words upon speaking them.
"Cost a pretty penny, too," she continued. "I'd been
hoping that you'd be happier."
The other girl scowled, but remained silent.
"Besides, you look *sooo* cute!"
The speaker smiled a smile so devastatingly innocent
that the other girl relented in her silent protest.
"Okay, okay, I get the point," said the girl in the costume.
"Just one question, though."
"Yeah?"
"Why a magic-girl costume?"
"'Cause it's cute."
Blanch.
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Card Captor Sakura . . .
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"Uhh . . . okay. Forget I even asked."
"This tape'll fetch a good price too, you know?"
"Tape?"
The girl in the costume spun around and studied the
other girl, closely for the first time. V8. In the right hand.
Uh-oh.
"You . . . you're not selling that tape, are you?"
"Of course not."
The costumed girl relaxed a bit.
"I'm selling copies." The girl smiled again.
The costumed girl resisted the sudden urge to smack the
other girl with her wand. Violence wasn't going to get
her anywhere in a situation like this.
'Help, P-chan,' thought the costumed girl to herself. 'I
know you're a pig-headed asshole who gets lost too
much, but you're a pretty nice guy when it gets down to
it. Better than Miss I-wanna-make-money here. Help
me!'
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Ranma 1/2 . . .
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She sighed yet again. Idle wishes. The pig was probably
off somewhere screaming, 'Where the heck am I now?!
This is all your fault, Kinomoto!!'
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Angst . . .
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"Oi, you've seen the dumb flying pig?"
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Impossibility . . .
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"He's probably lost. Good thing I didn't get him to carry
my stuff. This V8 cost a lot."
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Comedy . . .
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Just like him to get lost. The costumed girl turned her
mind to other matters.
"Hmph . . . which one are we doing tonight?"
"This one's from the Pestilence suite. The card name is
'The Scales.'"
"Any more info?"
"My sources say that this one manifests its powers in
physical attack. I believe that it has the ability to change
the magnitude of gravitational pull within a given area."
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Highly complex technical descriptions . . .
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"So like, I get heavier and get crushed under my own
weight?"
"That about sums it up."
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And cake . . .
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"Cool. How many cards am I away from lifting the curse
again?"
"Pero-chan said that you have twenty-five. It's gonna be
twenty-six if Li-kun gets this one."
"Stupid Mousse."
The girl with the V8 giggled a bit.
"You, do know, right?"
"What?"
"He has the hots for you, 'Sakura-chan.'"
Eyes widened, and the trademarked 'hoee' was uttered.
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In a drama that will blow you off your feet . . .
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"Don't mention that again," said the costumed girl when
she recovered.
"Don't mention what?"
"What you just said."
"Ahh."
"Right."
"The curse isn't gonna be fully lifted, you know. Just
gonna unlock it."
"I despise you."
"Taking lessons from Kuno?"
"That liar? No way!"
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A fanfic fusion . . .
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A boom resounded in the parking lot below.
"We've got company."
"Right. Open seal -- Jump!"
She landed in the lot, immediately before a cloaked
figure with a pair of scales.
"Hello, Mr. Card. Kinomoto Ranma at your service!"
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