In a message dated 4/4/2003 10:56:31 PM Eastern Standard Time, 
dan_s.comments@worldnet.att.com committed one of those cosmically appropriate 
spelling errors:   

   If Kasumi starts sneaking out of the house at midnight, and sacrificing
Sailor Sensei to the IRS, there has to be a good reason that the readers 
can
see and identify.  As well as explanation why no one has caught her doing
this before.

       Ranma hit the ground hard and rolled away in what he hoped was a safe 
direction, spitting dirt.  As the familiar sound of covering fire in the form 
of Ucchan's mini-spats sliced the air overhead, he rose shakily to hands and 
knees and tried to shake his head clear.  He couldn't tell if his eyes were 
open or closed, but it frankly didn't matter -- all his shocked optic nerves 
would transmit were random swirls of dazzling color.  He was blind, nauseous, 
and dizzy in a combination he hadn't experienced since Pop's training regimen 
for "Anything-Goes Incapacitated Combat."  Fighting blindfolded in a cement 
mixer while recovering from food poisoning hadn't been _this_ bad, though.
       There was a roar of energy, a sudden bloom of heat like sunlight 
against his back, and a hoarse cry that told him Ukyo hadn't entirely evaded 
a pineapple.  He could hear the clanking of her bandolier and mega-spat as 
she rolled across the schoolground trying to smother the flames licking over 
her uniform, and forced himself to his feet with a surge of desperation.  
Ryoga was unconscious after accidentally getting a glimpse of Hinako's 
transformation, Kuno had been beaten senseless by Akane when he tried to 
commit seppuku, and Happosai had been reduced to a babbling wreck by the same 
sight that had blinded Ranma.  He could hear Shampoo and Akane double-teaming 
Hinako on the far side of the basketball court, and Mousse throwing 
everything he had (including a couple kitchen sinks) at Principle Pineapple, 
but it wasn't enough.  Ranma's fists clenched.  He could beat the two 
transformed teachers -- he _could_!  He just had to find a way to deal with 
the sight of Principle Kuno in a sailor fuku....

       Meanwhile, in Juuban:
       Usagi snuck a look at her classmates as Haruna-Sensei's transformation 
sequence wound down.  Naru looked as disturbed as Usagi felt, but Umino was 
actually drooling, which disturbed her even more.  She couldn't shake a 
certain sense of deja vu, however...
       "....and in the name of scholarship, I will EDUCATE you!"
       Whoops!  Usagi yanked her attention back to the front of the room, and 
prayed her lapse had gone unnoticed.  She was lucky: Haruna-Sensei was 
already outlining this period's reading assignment on the board using her 
Flying Chalk Attack.  Usagi groaned silently as she realized that _she_ would 
be reading first.
       Well, at least her mother was happy with the recent improvement in her 
grades.
       Unnoticed in a corner of the room, a small black cat with a golden 
crescent on her forhead sweatdropped slightly.
       "Blast," she muttered to herself.  "I was _sure_ I had it right this 
time!  Well, there's no help for it.  I _must_ find the School Princess, and 
her Sailor Sensei."  She paused in thought.  "Maybe I should try Tomobiki 
next, or perhaps Ohtori Academy...."


-- 
David McMillan, Imagineer at Large.  
Chief Systems Analyst and Integration Engineer, Exotic Technologies Division, 
  <Censored> GmBh.  Mecha and Weapons Design Specialist.
"Agent Mulder?  My name is Neo.  I believe I may be able to show you part of 
the truth you've been searching for.  I should warn you, however -- it's not 
what you think."
--



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