Here's my chapter one for Treasure Hunter again. It's been slightly edited
and I'm looking for c&c from anybody. As you can tell I need some help with
the grammar but what I really want help with is the content. Does it flow
well? Can you think of ways I might have phrased some ideas better? I'm
looking for as much help as I can get so I can call the chapter finished and
not have to look at it ever again as far as problems. Also anyone familiar
with the fic might notice I took Ryoko's name out of the fic. I don't plan
on any future cameo performances from the Tenchi gang as it conflicts with
what I have planned for the very distant future of the fic, Gomen. I also
intend on posting chapters 2 and 3 as well. Please c&c them as well, I've
completely revamped the beginning of chapter 3 and done away with the
flashback crap. When I can get this out of the way I hope to have a chapter
four ready for FFML consumption within the next week, so keep your fingers
crossed. Thanks!
-Greg Housley
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TREASURE HUNTER: Chapter 1
A RANMA 1/2 FAN-FIC
BY:GREG HOUSLEY
(Disclaimer)- Ranma 1/2 with all of it's characters and situations belong to
Ms. Rumiko Takahashi. I take no claim over the rights to her work and have
written this fic purely in fun.
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Kasumi entered the den with her usual bright countenance carrying a small
stack of papers. She glanced about the room at the several oblivious
members, engaged in their own individual activities. Nabiki and Akane were
busy staring blankly at the TV watching their daily soap opera while Soun
and Genma were busy arguing over where the missing shogi pieces were
disappearing off to. Ranma had engaged himself in a small work out just
outside the door. Kasumi glanced back down at the papers she had in her hand
and looked back up. "Nabiki." She addressed
Nabiki glanced back at her older sister. "What's up sis?"
"You have some mail, isn't that nice?" Kasumi continued. "Ranma?" She
called. Ranma paused from punching at a rope wrapped post and looked up
through the door. "You have some mail too."
"Really? From who?" Ranma asked as he grabbed for a towel and proceeded to
enter through the open door.
Kasumi looked down at the envelope. Nabiki grabbed for hers and looked it
over.
"IRA" Kasumi answered as Ranma reached for his.
"Hey so's mine!" Nabiki looked up from her envelope quizzically. "Doesn't
that stand for Irish Republican army?" She asked no one particular.
"Yeah I think so." Akane answered taking an interest in what was going on.
"Irish repub what?" Ranma asked looking somewhat confused.
"Irish republican army." Akane repeated.
Before the conversation elevated into what possibilities the Irish
republican army would write them for, if in fact it was the Irish republican
army, and why it was Ranma and her were the only ones they addressed, Nabiki
slipped open the envelope. She pulled out the folded piece of paper and
began to diligently read. "International Recruiting Agency..." She said in
confusion and continued reading in silence. Ranma had already pulled his
letter free of its envelope and was reading as well.
Nabiki finally came to the conclusion of her note and looked up at Ranma
waiting for him to finish as well. When finally Ranma had looked up from his
letter, Nabiki noticed her confusion mirrored in his eyes and realized his
letter read the same.
"Well?" Akane asked in anticipation.
"What is it boy?" Genma asked now taking interest in the conversation. Soun
was looking quizzically at the two as well.
"It say's that my qualifications are identical to what they're looking for
based on a series of school taken test." Ranma answered simply.
"So's mine." Nabiki agreed.
"What does that mean?" Akane asked sharing the rest of the family's blank
look.
"Well let's see..." Nabiki said glancing back at the note. "It states that
a series of test were taken about six weeks back. Hmmmm..."
"Hey I remember that!" Akane spoke up. "Something about testing our
interest and aptitude."
"Oh yeah now I remember." Nabiki acknowledged.
"I don't." Ranma said with disinterest. He cast the note down on the table
and began to head back out the door.
"Hey, now wait a minute." Nabiki called after. "Your not even going to find
out what this is about?" Nabiki asked somewhat tauntingly.
"Why should I?" Ranma answered back.
"It says there's a lot of money involved." She smirked, knowing the trap
she had just set and sprung.
"Money!!!" Genma's head popped up at his favorite word (aside from food).
"Well what are you waiting for, boy!" He shouted as he grabbed Ranma around
the shoulder. "Oh I knew you'd do your old man proud one day." He brought
Ranma up in a gigantic bear hug; tears began rolling down his cheeks. "To
think I ever doubted you."
"Pop! AIR!!!" Ranma choked out from underneath Genma's iron hold.
Genma looked down at his son's paling face and let go. "Sorry there boy,
don't want to suffocate the money maker of the family." He let out a hearty
chuckle and pat Ranma on the back.
"Gee thanks, pop." Ranma thanked sarcastically.
"What is it their looking for?" Akane asked diverting her attention back to
Nabiki.
"It doesn't say." Nabiki answered. "However it does mention, travel, paid
expenses, training, fame and fortune." She said almost sounding interested.
"So what." Ranma spoke up. "It's probably some stupid gimmick anyway.
Nabiki let a sigh and laid the letter down. The rest of the family
continued to stare in open anticipation.
"Well?" Akane asked not wasting anymore time.
Nabiki looked over at Ranma and realized his gaze was directed back at her.
"I suppose I'll go to the place mentioned in the letter tomorrow morning.
Ranma, are you coming?"
"What are you talking about of course he's going!" Genma interrupted. "You
are going aren't you boy?!" Genma's face pleaded.
"N-... I-... Arrr." He growled in frustration. "Yeah sure, whatever." He
finally caved.
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Ranma lay in the dark next to Genma panda, unable to get to sleep. Whenever
he curled up in a ball his boxers would ride. Whenever he stretched out
they'd start to creep off. When he turned on his side his shirt would begin
to slide up. When he turned on his stomach he had trouble breathing, and the
one thought that seemed to plague him was what was that letter all about. He
had tried to busy himself for the better part of the day. Not wanting to
think about the letter anymore. He had seemed uninterested in front
everybody, sure. But the truth was he was dying to know more. He hardly ever
got mail to begin with and certainly not mail that stated that he had been
selected for anything. In fact the only mail he ever seemed to get read
something along the lines of "prepare to die Saotome." or "Meet me at a
designated time and oh by the way prepare to die Saotome." or even "If you
want to see Akane alive meet me at a designated place at a designated time.
PS Prepare to die Saotome." Never anything that read you have been selected.
He rolled over onto his back and was forced to pull his boxers back up. Then
was forced to pull them back down because he had pulled them too far up.
Frustration was starting to settle in and Ranma was beginning to grow hot.
He tossed the covers off and lay there momentarily trying to decide if that
was enough. Deciding it wasn't he also removed his shirt.
He finally grew still. It wasn't just what he and Nabiki had read to the
family that bugged him. It was what they hadn't...
He felt his boxers begin to ride once more and proceeded to struggle with
relocating them in a more comfortable spot. Finding this a more difficult
task than he felt it should be Ranma finally gave up and just decided to get
some air.
He silently stood himself up making a semi-effort not to wake the panda,
and slipped out into the hallway. The house as expected was dark and absent
of activity. He walked his way over to the stairway and descended down into
the den, there he approached the back door and slid it open. A shadowy
figure sitting on the edge of the porch caught his eye and he realized that
it was staring back at him.
"Ranma?" He heard a familiar feminine voice ask, and he proceeded to take a
seat next to her.
"Yeah it's me." He confirmed.
"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Nabiki asked in a small whisper.
"Yeah." Was all that Ranma said.
"Where's your shirt?"
"I got hot." He looked up at her gaze and misread it. "Why you want me to
jump in the pond for you? Need some new photos?
"No." Nabiki answered unconcerned. She let her chin rest on her knees as
she pulled them in. "What do you make of the letter?" She finally asked.
"You're asking me?" Ranma asked surprised.
"Don't let it go to your head Saotome, I'm just curious is all." She
responded without looking up.
"I'm not sure." Ranma replied. "I wonder why it's classified. Why we're not
supposed to tell anyone what we're doing."
"Who knows." Nabiki answered. "It was specific enough to instruct us in
what could be told, and what couldn't be wasn't it?"
"Yeah but I don't see why the fact that it's dangerous is such a problem."
Ranma stated.
"Because whatever it is might be illegal." Nabiki Hypothesized. "After all
they were cautious enough not to say what the job really is."
"I suppose." Ranma sighed.
"Did you burn your letter like it said?" Nabiki asked looking back up at
him.
"Yeah... I almost didn't though. None of this makes sense." Nabiki simply
nodded.
"Ranma lets just get some sleep. We'll have our answers in the morning."
Nabiki then got up and headed inside through the back door. Ranma watched
after and then proceeded to do the same.
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The next morning to Ranma's distaste came early. He was greeted by the
usual faces around the house and groggily marched himself into the washroom.
He dropped his boxers to the floor and began to run the water.
"Ranma?" He heard through the door. It was Nabiki.
"If you don't get your butt in gear we're gonna be late."
Ranma shut the water off. "Yeah yeah, be out in a minute." He said
uncaringly. He jumped into the tub and immediately jumped out. "It's
freezing!"
Ranma-chan threw on her boxers and proceeded to storm downstairs and into
the den. "All right what's happened to the hot water?" She demanded
Kasumi walked in from the kitchen and took notice of Ranma's bare chest.
"Oh my, Ranma. All the hot water must've been used up when Mr. Saotome took
his bath. Ranma's eyes narrowed as she turned her attention on Genma. "I'll
warm you some water." Kasumi offered disappearing back into the kitchen.
"No time Kasumi." Nabiki called after as she came down the stairs. She
noticed Ranma's battle aura switch on and caught her by the arm. "Ranma stop
wasting time and get some clothes on." Ranma's aura dropped and she spun
around to meet Nabiki face to face. Something there seemed to register in
Ranma's eyes and she proceeded to do as told.
Nabiki simply let a grin as she watched the red headed martial artist
scurry up the stairs.
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Ranma-chan as usual was walking along the fence top with careless ease,
while Nabiki walked silently next to her on the ground. They had been
walking for a good ten minutes, each with her own thoughts. Ranma had
finally dressed and was now wearing her green jusenkyo suit while Nabiki was
wearing a nice striped shirt tucked into a pair of tight jeans. Ranma looked
down at Nabiki and wondered inwardly what she was thinking about. Nabiki
caught the look and smiled. "What is it Saotome?"
Ranma was caught off guard and quickly tried to make something up. "I uh.
ummm. Well I didn't see Akane this morning." She finally said. 'Smooth
Ranma, smooth...' She thought.
"We talked last night." Nabiki began. "She's upset that I said she couldn't
go."
Ranma looked down at her surprised. "Oh?"
"Yeah well, she wanted to see where it was we were going and asked if she
could tag along. I said it was none her business and she got upset."
"No doubt." Ranma replied. 'Which means she might be following us.' Ranma
concluded to herself. "Yeah that stupid tomboy! Always trying stick her nose
where it doesn't belong."
Nabiki looked up at Ranma-chan with a question written on her face. "Hey
what can I say? Akane doesn't know when to keep out of other peoples
business. Hell she's always tryin to follow me around. 's like she's
obsessed or somethin. I mean geez she's as clueless as an ox and built
like..." Ranma just barely managed to sidestep a large mallet as she felt it
brush past her and into the fence.
"OBSESSED AM I?" Akane shouted.
"Akane! Fancy meeting you here, of all places!" Ranma-chan gloated
tauntingly.
'Wow.' Nabiki thought dully impressed. 'Ranma actually did something
smart!'
Akane immediately recovered and realized her error. She looked over at
Nabiki's stone gaze and felt a chill in her spine. "Nabiki hey! Imagine me
running into you two like this, I was just jogging and..."
"Save it Akane." Nabiki said flatly. "I told you not to follow us."
"I know but... Fine whatever. See if I care." She looked back over at the
triumphantly grinning redhead. "Baka!" She spat and proceeded to bury her
mallet in her original destination. She then spun around with a "HMPH!" and
stormed off in the opposite direction.
Nabiki looked over at Ranma-chan and felt a smile creep on her lips.
'That's my little sister for you.' "Ranma you okay?"
Ranma seemed to pull herself out of the crippled like position and looked
over at Nabiki. "Fine."
"Come on we're half way there."
Ranma jumped down from the fence and next to Nabiki. From there they both
continued their trip to the IRA building.
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They came to a stop outside the indicated building and paused. "Meme's dry
cleaning?" Nabiki asked, puzzled. "Are you sure this is where were supposed
to go?"
"This is the address they gave." Ranma-chan answered equally confused.
"Well let's try it and see." Nabiki finally decided. They pushed the double
glass doors open and walked in.
"I can't believe their making me work." They heard someone mumble as they
entered the shop.
Nabiki approached the front desk where a young woman with white hair stood.
"Excuse me." She said politely.
"Yeah what do ya want." The woman grumbled.
"I think we are supposed to meet someone here." She continued.
"Yeah well if your not sure come back when you are." The woman grumbled
again obviously annoyed.
Nabiki's eyes narrowed though the woman didn't notice. "I'm Nabiki Tendo,
and this is Ranma Saotome." Nabiki introduced. The woman looked the two over
disinterestedly
"Yeah so?"
"Is there anyone else here?" Nabiki asked growing somewhat annoyed herself.
"Maybe." The woman answered flatly and turned to do something behind the
counter.
"Excuse me?" Nabiki asked again.
"Now what?" the woman asked as she whirled around. "We were both sent a
letter instructing us to meet someone here."
"Look I'm busy right now." The woman growled. "Why don't you buy a coke or
something from the machine and I'll get back to you." Nabiki let a small
growl slide from her throat and turned to Ranma. "We're never going to get
anything out of her, Ranma let's go!"
"Wait, Nabiki." Ranma stopped her. "A coke doesn't sound bad."
Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Ranma do you have any money?"
"Well no." Ranma-chan let her eyes drop.
"And you want ME to buy YOU a coke?" She asked accusingly.
"Well I was kinda hoping." Ranma almost whispered.
"Ranma you know better than to try the cute act with me." Nabiki scolded.
Ranma didn't look back up. Nabiki was growing even more frustrated by the
moment. "Fine, here, but you owe me dinner or a back rub or something."
Ranma-chan not hearing the condition swiped the money from Nabiki's hand
eagerly.
"Thanks Nabiki!" She ran over to the large red vendor and entered in the
correct amount of money. She looked down at the selection and decided on a
coke, which she then proceeded to punch the correct button. Ranma squatted
down to the part of the machine where you get your drink and waited...
Nothing happened... "Hey!" She yelled. Finally she heard a clicking noise
and the face of the machine slung open nearly knocking her off her feet.
Nabiki and Ranma were both forced to stare as a passage from within the
machine was found. Nabiki looked over at the woman and found her busy at the
daily grind, oblivious to what was transpiring.
"Nabiki?" Ranma-chan whispered.
"What?" Nabiki whispered back.
"You suppose we follow this passage?" Ranma questioned further.
"Why not." Was Nabiki's response.
They entered in through the open machine and pulled the door shut behind
them.
Inside was a dimly lit descending stairwell that curved to the right at its
end. They slowly began their descent, carefully taking stock of their
surroundings. Which wasn't much. The staircase spiraled down several more
times to the right before finally coming to an end outside what looked like
an office door with an opaque glass window.
After giving a glance back at Ranma, Nabiki knocked on the door.
"What's the password?" Was the response they got in a thick British accent.
"We weren't given one." She answered.
"Oh really? What's your name?"
"I'm Nabiki Tendo."
"And I'm Ranma Saotome."
"Oh I see..." There was a long pause at the other side of the door. "You
sure you weren't given a password?" The voice asked.
"No I'm pretty sure if I'd been given one I'd have seen it." Nabiki
answered.
"Yes, ah... I suppose so..." The voice agreed. "Well then why are you
here?"
"We don't know. We were hoping you could tell us." Nabiki said somewhat
irritated.
"Hmmmm. Yes.... Well, what's your favorite color?"
Nabiki arched an eyebrow. This was becoming pointless. "Blue." She
answered.
"Aha!" The voice stated triumphantly. "You cannot be the real Nabiki Tendo
because we have her test and she answered Green."
Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Maybe I was lying." She offered.
"Uh... No that can't be. She also stated that she does not lie." Nabiki
heard Ranma snicker.
"Yes but if I did lie, wouldn't it stand to reason I might lie about that
also? And perhaps I also lied about my favorite color." She smirked.
"When?" The voice asked simply.
"Both times." She answered. "But then maybe I'm lying now? Of course you
also didn't take into account that I might have simply changed my mind since
I took that stupid test."
"Yes...I suppose so." The voice seemed to sound defeated. There was an
audible sound of footsteps approaching the door and then the lock slipped.
The door opened to reveal a middle-aged man wearing a black suit.
"Nabiki Tendo?" He asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"I'm Sean Oliver. Come in." Nabiki entered in through the door and the man
walked behind a large cherry oak desk and seated himself. "Ranma Saotome?"
He questioned, directing his gaze at Ranma.
"Hai!" Ranma answered cheerfully. They took notice of two other gentlemen
similarly dressed seated on either side of the room.
"Have a seat." Ranma began to oblige but then took notice of Nabiki's lack
of movement and continued to stand.
"What exactly is this about sir?" Nabiki asked to the point.
"A job." He answered. Nabiki's eyes narrowed. "A job that you two seemed
best qualified for, assuming you didn't lie about everything else." He
elaborated.
"We've been told as much from your letter, what is the job."
The man let a chuckle. "Yes you are exactly as your test indicated." Nabiki
blinked at this. "We are a small self employed group of treasure hunters, if
you will. But as you can see, myself being the youngest, we are starting to
become unfit for the task. You see we have just recently obtained... well...
I'm jumping ahead of myself. The point is we need a new generation of youth
to continue where it was we left off."
"So you issued that test to all the schools across Japan in search for a
couple of heirs to your business?" Nabiki asked surprised. She finally took
a seat and Ranma followed
"More like a couple of lackey's" Ranma added.
"Oh no." The man started chuckling. " That test is funded by small groups
like ourselves, but certainly not issued by us, and not just in Japan,
either. The entire world. It's a little thing started by private
organizations like us to seek out new additions and possible candidates. The
international police use it. The American CIA, FBI, and NSA use it. Other
elite government agencies around the world use it. A couple based in Japan,
and independent agencies such as us. Pay the fee, receive the results.
That's basically all there is to it. Oh and no not lackey's as you put it
young lady." He responded finally looking over at Ranma. "We haven't much
need for money anymore." He continued indicating the other two gentlemen. We
only require a small share of your profit. This helps pay for your training,
your airfare, the location of various treasures, and other expenses, such as
food, lodging, guides, and travel gear. All we're really looking for is
someone to continue our work." He then looked over at Ranma and seemed to
consider something. "Young lady I was under the impression that you were a
young man."
"I am most of the..." Ranma began but Nabiki elbowed her in the ribs.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked even more confused.
"Long story." Ranma stated simply.
"Uh, she likes to think of herself as a guy sometimes. Her father raised
her that way." Nabiki quickly recovered not willing to trust the three
gentlemen yet.
"Nabiki, I..." Ranma-chan started to protest, but she caught a warning look
from Nabiki and ceased.
"She's a little modest too I'm afraid." Nabiki assured. She was forced to
bite her lip at that lie.
"Uh....yes... Well can we depend on you two? Realize that this cannot be
discussed with anyone other than yourselves not even family. We cannot
afford to be discovered.
"First I've got some questions!" Nabiki replied, taking control of the
conversation
"Yes of course!" The man spoke cheerfully.
"Okay, what was it on our test that suggested to you that Ranma and I would
be most fit out of everyone else for your job?"
The man seemed to purse his lips in thought. "Well, several things really.
You see we're only given a handful of candidates by the organization that
handles the test. We submit what attributes we're looking for, an age group,
and a general location we're most interested in receiving candidates from
and then submit our money. Your test results were accompanied by eight
others. Three from Great Britain, one from America, four from china, and
yourselves."
"And what made you choose us out of the ten candidates you received?"
Nabiki continued.
"Well out of all our candidates you two seemed most liable to compliment
each other in skill. The fact that you both already knew and lived with each
other made it a quick decision."
Nabiki looked at the other two gentlemen in the room and then back to the
man behind the desk.
"What specifically was it about our test that indicated us as candidates?"
Nabiki pressed on.
"Well, you specifically expressed an interest in large wealth and something
that would get you out of the chaos at home."
"So how does that differ from anybody else?"
"Well specifically the way that you wrote this information for instance.
But more than that your ability for puzzle solving was rated most high in
the exam. Not to mention compromisable morality was also indicated."
"Why would that be a necessity?" Nabiki asked cautiously.
"Not really... A necessity..." The man seemed to think his words carefully.
"More like a...Plus." He finally finished.
"I see." Nabiki replied not really certain if she did. "What else suggested
me?"
"Well you seem to have a real nac for bargaining and manipulation, this was
indicated in the same section as morality. In-fact most of the answers in
this part of the test connect some sort of profit or control in your favor.
Now with this job that will not be necessary. You will be forced to keep a
low profile at all times. And as far as money, rest assured you'll have
plenty." He smiled.
"Why is that anyway?" Nabiki asked changing the subject. "Why all the
secrecy?"
"Well, that might prove difficult to explain to your satisfaction." He
hesitated. "You see, we," He indicated the other two men again. "Have over
time accumulated alot of enemies. And it might suffice to say that the
treasures we know of are, well, of the most rare and valuable sort. Which
makes these enemies most interested in us."
"Competitors?" Nabiki asked wryly.
"Some..." The man answered. "Some are of a darker sort."
"Like what?" Nabiki asked genuinely interested.
"That is something you must discover for yourself."
"Hey didn't you play that James Bond guy several years back?" Ranma finally
made herself known again. Nabiki rolled her eyes.
"That was Connery!" The man said somewhat testily.
"No it was Bond!" Ranma-chan argued.
"No I mean the man who played him was Sean Connery not me, Sean Oliver."
"Oh!" Ranma stated defeatedly.
Nabiki looked back over to the man. "Mr. Oliver, might I ask how it was
Ranma was selected?"
"Of Course." The man obliged. "Her answers seemed to leave room for
imagination, was one reason. She seems adept to expecting the unexpected and
living and surviving under extreme conditions. Also her athletic records
seem to hold her as one of the best!" Those are all qualities that are
required Ms. Tendo, and with you two working together it makes the perfect
team. You see as a trio, each of us had something to add to the group. This
is also true with you two that is why you two will work out perfectly. What
one lacks, it seems the other does not."
"You think you could elaborate on Ranma's qualifications?" Ranma looked
over at Nabiki with a wry look.
'Geez you'd think she didn't want to work with me!' Ranma thought to
herself.
"Yes, well one I particularly liked was this." He reached in his drawer and
pulled forth a small booklet. "You are at your wedding just before walking
the isle and stating your vows. An obsessed x-lover unable to part with you
forces you to the ground and begins to forcibly and repetitively kiss you.
Your fiance happens to walk in at that time. What do you do? Ms. Saotome
writes, Well given my past performance I'd probably babble uncontrollably
until the Baka takes the initiative to whap the hell out of me with a large
mallet. Then hopefully seep into unconsciousness or even death, because the
wedding was arranged anyway! I swear I'm gonna kill my pop! This is all his
fault. And there's the undeniable fact that some deity must have it out for
me which is clearly evident by the fact that my only known friends wish to
marry me or kill me." The man looked back up at Nabiki. "You see that's
imagination!" Nabiki mumbled something incoherent.
"What really does that have to do with the job?" Nabiki asked skeptically.
"Nothing really, just struck me as humorous." The other two men agreed.
Nabiki sighed. "Look, sir, What happens if we agree?"
"You'll be given one week to wrap up any of your obligations and then
report back here. From there we'll take a jet to our first location and
begin your training. You'll be given weekly salaries until you can start
supporting yourself. And we will take care of all other expenses.
"Weekly salaries?" Nabiki asked.
"Yes five thousand US Dollars." The man answered seriously. "Which I
believe converts to roughly five hundred and twelve thousand of your
Japanese yen. And three thousand one hundred of our United Kingdom pounds."
Nabiki stared in utter shock. "Five hundred and twelve thousand yen a
week?"
"Yes that's right! But don't worry that's just icing on the cake compared
to the treasures you'll be hunting."
"Icing on the cake?!" Both girls mouthed this silently.
"The man chuckled. "Can I expect your answer tomorrow?"
"Y-yes sir." Nabiki stuttered. She was used to having complete control of a
situation but was finding it difficult with the direction the conversation
had taken.
Ranma-chan was ghostly quiet as well.
"I'm sorry but we can't allow you more time. But tomorrow is final. Be here
eight o' clock in the morning, sharp, with your answer. Good day."
"Come on Ranma." Nabiki slowly stood up and grabbed the redhead by her arm
and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go!"
They exited the office shutting the door behind them.
'Man that was strange.' Ranma thought silently, and followed Nabiki up the
spiral staircase and back into the dry cleaners.
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End chapter one.
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