Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Fri, 30 Aug 2002 14:37:01 -0400 Nuki_mouse <Nuki_mouse@hotmail.com> wrote:
<Damn, how could he FUCK that bimbo? He {were : was} suppose to be mine!> Akane seethed,
<well, not anymore! I'd rather DIE than f-fu-ck..., than marry him!>
<"I WANT MOMMY! NOT YOU!"> Nabiki remembered yelling, fighting off Kasumi's
attempts to console her. No one can replace {her :} Mother, no one would be allowed
to!
That night, long ago, Happosai heard her sobs and for some unknown reason took
pity on the 7-year-old girl. He didn't try to take {mother's : Mother's} place, he just
wanted to talk, to play games with her.
<But if I {didn't : don't} stop Akane, before she did anything "permanent," how would she
explain it to Cologne, or worst... KASUMI?> She wondered. <Oh well..., can have
EVERYTHING my way. But if I were to "save" that bimbo....> an evil little smirk
gracing Nabiki's face.
<It hurt so much when Mother died. I had to listen to my sisters crying in the
night while fighting back my own tears. Father just cried himself sick and hit
the sake, doing nothing to help. I {: was} the one who had to be the "adult," to be
"mother" and hold the family together> she sighed. <I had to give up my
childhood, as well as my dreams...>
Ryouga tried to yell a warning, "Konatsu! Get outa there! {She : She's} in Neko-ken!
She'll kill you!" But the lovelorn Ninja was lost in his own world of grief as
he dropped to his knees and cradled the unconscious body of his beloved Ukyou in
his lap and bent his head to kiss her.
Ukyou felt the cool silk covering Konatsu's lap under her head, his gentle hand
caressed her face and {: she} heard soft almost musical voice of her friend as the blood
returned to her brain and she fought her way back to consciousness.
Neko-Ran {leap :} struck the ninja dead on the upper torso, her 8 chi claws gouging
deep bloody furrows in Konatsu's chest. The force of the blow flung Konatsu away
from Ukyou, knocking him flat on his back, legs flailing as his voluminous
silken kimono {billowing : billowed} around him.
Nodoka heard Ranko screech out from the touch of the sacred blade as she twisted
and {writhe : writhed} as if in agony. Nodoka had never banished an Oni before, but she knew
this wasn't right.
As she staggered clear of the dust cloud, Nodoka immediately started feeling
better. Whatever that powder was, it was as short-lived as it was fast acting.
<An irritant, to distract prior to a direct assault, but {no : not} actually hurt your
opponent> Nodoka realized, a "non-lethal" weapon. <What an oxymoronic that term
is!>
<By the seven gods> Cologne exclaimed, as she further scrutinized the mysterious
{Swordswoman : swordswoman} shrouded in blue foxfire. That was not a normal battle aura; it was
too precise, too controlled and that bothered her, it was some type of shield or
ward made out of pure chi.
Looking away from Cologne, Ryouga was just in time to see a rock or ball of some
sort strike Ranma's {Mother : mother} right between her... um... bosom...! Ryouga notice,
blushing slightly.
From out of the darkness Ryouga charged, one..., two..., three great strides and
then Ranma-chan was within his grasp. <She musta heard me coming!> Ryouga
thought, as Ranma-chan turned at the last moment and tried to run {for : from} him.
<It kill me? {kill : Kill} if not act Male?> She wondered again of Long Claw, <NO! Mother
no do that! I...? I do if..., I kill self with 'IT' if not... Male?>
Because of P-chan, Ryouga was prone to thinking that cold water meant becoming
an animal and hot water meant returning to human. But Ranma was human in BOTH
forms and in the heat of battle Ryouga had forgotten that Ranma-chan was already
in her cursed form and the cold water of the canal would have no effect on her
{what so ever : whatsoever}. (Other than really pissing her off!)
I'm curious why Cologne wasn't planning some sort of warm water attack.
Nodoka maintained her hold on Ranko's hair with one hand, while she used the
other to grip the back of Ranko's neck as she started to drag the girl towards
shore. <Now she looks more like an upside down turtle than a cat!> Nodoka mused.
Ranko still tried to resist, but {lacked : had : posessed} neither the leverage nor the flexibility
while floating on her back, she couldn't reach Nodoka.
Something in Neko-Ran's soul or spirit made her want to tilt her head back and
stare Male in eye. <I no give in, face death unbroken!> Neko-Ran growled in both
fear and contempt as she looked upon her detested foe, though it {loathed : disgusted} her to
do so.
<Mother save, protect me! Take to den/home, where no males can find/hurt me.>
and Neko-Ran started to ...P-U-R-R-R... loudly in sheer relief and happiness{: .}