And hitting some of the Janurary works. Looks like I'm down to about 20 fics
or so left. Weee Though I am starting to get tired for the day.:

This is part of my Life and Times crossover series.  This is the sixth
chapter to the First Knight arc.

And about time we got see more of this as well:

C & C welcomed.

First Knight 6: Journeys

     Shampoo ignored the pair of eyes that followed her around as she
wiped the tables down.  She endured the mocking gaze only out of
respect to her great-grandmother.  However, that didn't mean she had to
be happy about it.  "<Mousse! Is everything ready?  The buyers are
going to be here any moment>"

     "<We'd get things done faster if we didn't have to work around
dead weight.>"

I think I see when this occurs in the timeline.

     "<Put me down, Shampoo,>" Cologne commanded with as much dignity
as she could inside her great-granddaughter's arms like some rag doll.

Shampoo: More like troll doll if hair would stick up straighter.

     "Sorry, great-grandmother," Shampoo replied meekly in Japanese.

     "Don't give me that.  I heard you speaking Chinese just now.
You're getting lazy.  Perhaps going back to China will do you some
good."

     "About that... Shampoo not want to go back.  Want to wait for
Ranma."

You'll get your chance. to wait, and wait, and wait :)

     "We've been over this a dozen times.  He won't be coming back to
Nerima for at least two years."

     "Ranma might come back to see Ak... Shampoo," she muttered.

     Not for the first time, Cologne wondered if her great-
granddaughter knew truly how far she was from Ranma's heart.

Shampoo: Five hundred miles. Shampoo take some of Bjorn Christiansan's
'Direction Sense' cologne and put on Ranma so Shampoo can sense where he go
no matter what.

  "I've

seen the boy recently.  No, he didn't know I was there.  I could tell
he is determined.  And besides, it's about time, I prepared you for the
test of the council."

Cologne; This time we've hired an outsider to conduct it. His name is Ben
Stein. I think you'll like his dry wit.

     Shampoo stared in shock at her great-grandmother.  Mousse broke
the chair he was mending at Cologne's words.  Even Taro stopped in his
effort to annoy his two wards.

Since he felt a sneeze coming on.

 Cologne may as well have giving her

death pronouncement.

               * * * * *

     Ukyo sighed as she signed the rest of the papers.  She would miss
her restaurant.  She now knew why her father insisted on doing business
with the yatai.  Staying put in one place for almost a year caused one
to develop feelings for it.  It made it all the more harder to leave,
which her style of okonomiyaki demanded.  Their family creed, if there
was such a thing, she supposed would be to have all of Japan taste it's

its

     The thought of Ranma caused her look towards the boarded up
Nekohanten.  She never thought she would actually miss the Chinese
bimbo.

And she was right since she didn't.

As long as Shampoo was here, it meant Ranma was here.  Two

years.  They renew

would renew

     He barely needed to move from his spot as Kuno's bokken sliced
through the air once again.  The boy did have talent, he had to admit.
He stamped out the idea of taking the boy on as a student.  He swore he
would not take on another after his fourth student died by his sword.
If only the method to pass on the succession technique did not result
in death for either the master or student,

Try using a giant feather duster instead of a sword.  It'll work wonders for
life expectency.

     Happosai moved out of the forest to stand in the spot that the
Hibiki kid sat upon.  A wave of tranquility and power wafted in the
air. Never would he have thought that Ryoga would reach this point
before Ranma.  The girl that the boy was seeing must be an amazing
woman.

Akari: Actually the ritalin does wonders for him.

     He gasped again as Mini-Moiraine touched his arm where a one

drop 'a'

     His thoughts turned to the Nekoken, and he got his answer.  His
father had tried, but after that incident, the training had become less
intense.  Genma stopped each time he had thought, his son couldn't take
anymore so as to not have a repeat of the Nekoken incident.  His body
became better without ever having known true debilitating fatigue.

Nice to see Genma treated sensibly for a change.

     As great as his opponent was, Ranma found his body to be an even
greater one.  He warred against it to give him more strength, just a
little more.  His muscles strained to obey his command, only to falter,
causing him to collapse into Ryoga's fist.  Still, he didn't give up,
again, using the momentum of his body to flip on to his knees, not
trusting his legs to keep him upright.

     Ryoga fought the queasiness in his stomach as he stalked after
Ranma.  He never liked picking on the weak, as it reminded him too much
of when he was P-Chan even

P-Chan, even

     "What do you mean I didn't win!?  You just said I did an hour
ago!" Ryoga exploded.

     "I must have been more dazed than I thought.  I didn't have my
strength for most of the fight.  I guess if you want to call a fight,
where one of the guys isn't in his best shape, a win, you can," Ranma
said sarcastically.

     "Ranma, Die!"

     Akari bigsweated and decided not to go inside the bedroom.

The End (maybe)

Better not be. Get to work, or I'll whine some more. :)

D.B. Sommer

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