In a message dated 3/3/02 8:37:32 AM, RICHARDROBINSON@prodigy.net writes:

Yes it would, that is both original and a very interesting
concept. I hope you decide to try it, 'cause I would like to
see it, maybe even a series of short stories with Bell in a
different role in Kei's life each time. I mean she said she
would be with him, not how. Mother, sister, wife even as an
enemy or rival depending on what he needed in each life.
Each done with love and caring.

Hmmm....She needn't have to be aware of it though and I'm not so sure about 
the caring bit. -_-
(note: Adrian Tymes I'm not, but here goes.)
   ************
"Damnit, Mackie!" Priss yelled as the mooring came loose and the Hardsuit 
toppled over, narrowly missing her foot. "Watch you're doing fer Heaven's 
sake!"

"I'm sorry, Priss!" Mackie gasped as he scrambled to pick up the suit. "I 
don't know how it happened!"

"Well if you approached it with the same so called care as you did 
motorcycles then maybe I wouldn't have to keep watching my feet!" With that, 
Priss stormed out of the room, leaving behind a puzzled Mackie.

'I've never worked on motorcycles in my life,' he thought to himself. 'Always 
liked 'em, but neither Sylia or Dad would let me get near one. Wonder why she 
said that?' Then he sighed and dismissed the train of thought. He had been 
lucky that it was Linna's suit that had toppled over instead of Priss' or he 
might really be in trouble. Of course, if the suits weren't ready soon, Sylia 
would be pissed. With that, he went to go find the winch.

****************
In the bathroom, Priss sighed as she washed her face. She hated losing her 
temper, especially at Mackie, because it hurt her inside. A raw, painful ache 
that faded, but never completely left. An ache she had had for as long as she 
could remember.

She raised her eyes up to the mirrior, fogged over with steam. Without quite 
knowing why, she traced three marks over her blurry face with a fingertip. 
One on the forehead, one on each cheek.

The face that stared back at her was almost familar, in a haunting sort of 
way.

Bah. With one fingerless gloved hand, she wiped the steam and the marks away.

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