From: "Miller, Bert" <bert.miller@unisys.com>
To: "'Susan Doenime'" <wendigo@zerlargal.humbug.org.au>,

	ffml@fanfic.com
Subject: [FFML] Re: [Fanfic][R1/2] Pastpresent - Ash and Water
Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2000 13:50:04 -0500
MIME-Version: 1.0
X-Mailer: Internet Mail Service (5.5.2650.21)
Content-Type: text/plain;

	charset="iso-8859-1"
X-archive-position: 15805
X-listar-version: Listar v0.128a
Sender: ffml-bounce@fanfic.com
Errors-to: ffml-bounce@fanfic.com
X-original-sender: bert.miller@unisys.com
Precedence: bulk
X-list: ffml

Great!  Another of these!  More, more!





But they're worth the read, honest! ^_^



That they are!



	and habits - but she and Nodoka went out of their way to 

	avoid each other immediately after coming back from the 

	trip. Your mother was a bit embarrassed by it all, and 

	Kiri... well, Kiri just winced and unconsciously crossed 

	her legs whenever Nodoka's name came up.



Heh.



	He hurried over; chivalrous brain neurons buzzing 

frantically. "Excuse me, Miss? Miss? Can I help you?"



Somehow this really seems like Soun.  "Chivalrous brain

neurons," heh!



name. This was just the sort of thing he had needed; a virtuous 

task to comfort a maiden in distress. It helped shore up his ego 

nicely, and kept him busy.



I can just picture the young, unmoustachio'd Soun doing this.



	"Can I help you?" he asked, noting with mild curiosity the 

sledgehammer she was carrying over one shoulder.



Now, everybody's going to think this is Akane's mom....



	She nodded, head hanging in shame. "I agree, but none of 

them listen to me. They act like I'm some sort of fanatic. And 

there aren't technically any laws against it."



	Yes, Soun thought dazedly, modern law did lack a well-

defined demonology statute. "Well, it's certainly not your fault. 

You seem quite opposed to your family's practices."



Second time through, I'm admiring your careful wording here.

The first time I didn't quite notice what she said vs. what

Soun inferred.



	"I'm Toriiko," she said, smiling. 



	"No last name?"



Uh-oh.  This means we know it, of course...



	"Likewise," Toriiko said, setting her hammer down so 

that she could bow from the waist. Soun returned it, noting as 

he did that her hair was cut back into a short bob, severe and 

functional - consistent with the rest of her appearance. He 

approved.



Hmmm... looks a bit like Akane, too...



	Soun shook his head, faintly appalled. "Kiritsubo, you are 

an irredeemable brute."



	She blushed. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever 

said to me, Tendo. Thank you." She waved. "For truth, injustice, 

and alcohol!"



Amusing.  Not the high farce of the last few episodes, but

amusing nevertheless.  Also sad, in a way, that Biki thinks

that.



	"I like Kiritsubo-san. Up to a point." He resumed walking 

towards the garage, and she followed. "She's a good companion 

to have in a tight spot, but she's a bit too suited to tight spots 

for everyday life."



Heh.  Nice characterization.



	"No, not really," Misuto said, looking somewhat 

disappointed. "I'm not allowed to smite people anymore, either. 



Oh?  What is it she does later, then?



	The kami seemed to consider that, then shrugged. "Modern 

relationships are so difficult to understand. Especially the 

ones without obvious copulation. I blame the decline of 

traditional moral values."



(snicker) Traditional Heian moral values?  (hoo boy!)





	"Of course," Soun agreed tactfully. He wasn't used to 

having to carry the modern point of view in a conversation. 



Heh again.



	Toriiko dragged him aside as he tried to come up with a 

diplomatic response. "Are you sure this woman can help us?" 

she whispered. "She may be a kami, but I think she left her 

grasp of reality back in heaven."



	"She's a mist and fog deity, and I am afraid it shows," 

Soun admitted.



Kasumi's parentage shows through!  (I assume)



	"He doesn't seem very helpful," Misuto said 

disapprovingly. "You there! If you assist these noble lovers, I 

shall allow you to bask in my divine glory and worship me."



	Inji just stared, for once seeming to be completely at a 

loss for words.



Heh.  I just love this bit.



	Then he flew backwards, sputtering, as a cone of 

compressed, superheated steam burst from Misuto's lips. The 

archeologist crashed against the far wall, exposed skin the 

angry red of a freshly-boiled lobster.



	"Cool," Toriiko said, impressed.



	"Aren't I?" Misuto said proudly. "That was a pretty basic 

smite, but I feel it's a very stylish and elegant one."



A smite; not allowed to do it any more?



	"I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear it," Soun replied, 

feeling slightly deflated. It was just like Genma to get all the 

really good vendettas. Damn his luck, anyway!



Heh.  Still, Soun has obviously changed over the years, as

well.  It's hard to picture today's Soun thinking this way.



	"But that's not the worst of it!" Kiri gestured to the group 

of impassive figures in red. "In a rare moment of unity, the, er, 

People's Glorious Marxist Animal Liberation Brigade has come 

to us with an offer to help..."



Heh.  How about animal masks instead, then?



	"They're killing poor, cute, helpless kittens!" Kiri said 

angrily. "Roasting them over an open fire and eating them!"



	A shocked, appalled silence settled over the room. These 

were hardened criminals, the dregs of society, vicious thugs 

and amoral thieves. But even they weren't cruel to animals. 

That was evil of a whole different level.



Heh.



	The mist kami sighed. "Mortals. You're going to die 

eventually anyway, you know. Can't you make it artistic?"



Hmm... Interesting.  One point for Misuto, not that twenty-

year-olds would be likely to understand it.



	Soun's eyes slowly opened and refocused. Kiri, Misuto, 

and Toriiko all stared anxiously down on him.



Heh.  Soun's life in a paragraph.  I'll bet he never sees

it coming, either.



	Go-Jigokuoni casually picked up a cat.



	Soun's mind noted with horror but no surprise that the 

cat was little, marmalade, had a funny ear, and wore a collar. 

Typical.



Now, to be fair, Go-Jigokuoni should _also_ fit this

description, but I don't see the color, collar, or ear anywhere.



	around a few years ago, when you were sixteen. History 

	will repeat itself, and we have a special sort of destiny 

	hanging around us that draws the blood of many old 

	players back into the heart of matters. Then, too, some of 

	it has been carefully orchestrated...



		But I'm getting ahead of myself.



Heh.  Go ahead, foreshadow!





Nice read.  Witty rather than farcical.  To some extent,

a breather in the series, but a nice one.



Looking forward to more!





-- .---Anime/Manga Fanfiction Mailing List---. | Administrators - ffml-admins@fanfic.com | | Unsubscribing - ffml-request@fanfic.com | | Put 'unsubscribe' in the subject | `---http://www.fanfic.com/FFML-FAQ.txt ---'