Featherbrite's Tale, a Ranma 1/2 Bet (Alterniverse) fanfic
Ranma 1/2 owned by Viz Video & Takahashi Rumiko. Various
other characters owned by various other authors. No
copyright infringement is intended. "Shapechangers" is by
Jennifer Roberson, and is merely referenced as a fantasy
novel. Nathan Brazil is tm Jack Chalker via his Well World
series of novels. Thanks to Skysaber for two scenes here.
"The Universe is stranger than we thought." -S.Hawking
"Relatively speaking." A.Einstein
"Which universe?" Professor Emilio Mnoren
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Cat Came Back
or Sailor Rose?!?
-------Azabu Juuban----------
Usagi lay unconscious on the ground, groaning slightly.
"She's coming to," said an off-panel voice.
Usagi sat up, moaning and rubbing her temples. "Who? Queen
Beryl? I was..."
The voice resolved itself into a Sailor she didn't know.
"Who?"
"You Moon Kingdom soldiers won, but if it hadn't been for
Sailor Angel you'd all be dead," the Sailor snarled. "Don't
count on it again, *Moonies*!"
"I don't understand," complained Usagi. "Who are you? Why
are you so angry?"
The unknown Sailor made a disgusted noise. "Ask your damn
advisors, those moon cats. Ask them about the Kingdom *your*
Kingdom betrayed!"
Usagi drew back at the venom in the other Sailor's voice.
The other Sailor turned on her heel, a pony tail flipping
between the broad nearly transparent wings on her back. "We
can *both* hope our paths don't cross again, Serenity. Once
in a thousand years is too much."
Usagi blinked again. "Oh no, the others!"
"They're alive. Along with your precious Endymion." The girl
stopped and looked over her shoulder at Usagi. "The next
time we meet, moonie, it will likely be as enemies. Don't
count on us pulling your bacon outta the fire THEN."
------------------
Naoko sat back, looking at the first page of the new
series. Good, the sketches and photos that Nabiki had
supplied her made drawing Sailor Sylph fairly easy. And it
looked like *all* these Sailors had a wing motif. Common
motifs were very important in this line of work.
Naoko eyed the notes and photos that Nabiki had supplied.
Hmmm. A rival kingdom, providing a further source of
conflict in the series. A mysterious prince who was of the
ancient Star Kingdom, reborn into the mortal realm. Several
girls competing for his affection, but he was a mysterious
romantic figure that mainly stayed out of the action.
Dark Kingdom, Moon Kingdom, Star Kingdom, each a different
facet of existence. The Dark Kingdom that embodied death,
chaos, and the quest for personal power. The Moon Kingdom
that ruled absolutely even over the hearts and minds of
their subjects by "purifying" them of all taint. Sacrificing
much of their individuality in the process. The Star Kingdom
which would partake of neither path, instead focussing on
personal harmony and self-purification.
Three Kingdoms at war, but remembering how the Darkness had
won by playing the Light Vs the Twilight. Would the Dark
Kingdom succeed in playing off the distrust between the
Kingdoms again, or would the Stars and Moon converge this
time?
Naoko smiled. With the news coverage of these real-life
Sailors and their appearances, her series would
automatically be a success. She was enough of an artist,
though, that simply resting on her accomplishment wasn't
enough. THIS would give her at least another season of
plotlines different from the first.
Not to mention the fringe benefit of international travel
paid by the company as she oversaw the various projects.
This showed every sign of being an interesting time.
------Nerima, Furinkan SHS-------
Akane sighed and wondered if Nabiki had found Ranma yet.
Idly, she stopped Hattori's overhand swing with one hand,
then casually flipped the sumo wrestler into a tree. She
barely noticed, having weighty things on her mind.
She had known Nabiki's Quest was coming for some time, and
when Soun Tendo had made his bid to unite the two families
by having Nabiki bird dog Ranma so that the two fathers
could drag her fiance back, Akane had also known what would
happen then. It wasn't obvious to Nabiki, it *certainly*
hadn't been obvious to their father, but Akane had been on
the sidelines and could see this one quite clearly.
While she was more than content to have stepped out of the
limelight and let someone else deal with what was obviously
going to be insane goings-on, Akane had felt some resentment
about the whole thing. Her sister had changed, now no longer
solely interested in "the bottom line." Her father had
changed, most obviously because of whispered suggestions to
arguments from his old buddy Mister Saotome. Kasumi had
changed, becoming best buddies with some warrior woman from
China. From what little Akane knew, that warrior woman had
changed- her relationship with Kasumi allowing her out of
some "warrior stereotype" shell.
Akane found that she had grown complacent. That she had
judged this new boy solely on the basis of her usual crowd
of "admirers." While it had been true that Ranma had
escalated the insanity, there had been a fair amount in her
life previous to that rainy day in March.
Another of the jocks who hadn't quite given up found his
forward path interrupted by a backhand that knocked him
flat.
Akane noticed the chorus teacher nearby and nodded. Ranma
had suggested that Akane try out for Chorus. He had *seemed*
quite sincere, though Akane secretly suspected that the boy
had been making fun of her. Maybe not, though. Ranma didn't
seem that much like the other guys at school.
The changes in herself, Akane wasn't sure what *that* was
about. Lingering weirdness? Nabiki had made references to
'elfin magic.' Her skin seemed softer but somehow more firm.
An old ache in her right knee had vanished. Her hair had
gotten fuller, she'd filled out a little more in what Akane
admitted was all the right places, and that wasn't all.
Akane stopped the hockey stick heading for her, casually
crushed it in one hand, and threw the hockey player into the
school wall.
She was stronger, faster, and felt more "centered" somehow.
Maybe it was her relationship with Yoshi-kun. Akane forcibly
stopped that line of thought. They were just good friends.
That was all. Admittedly, having a boy who listened to her,
who actually respected her, who cared about *her* opinion,
was different. Very different. The bit about them having a
relationship was just school gossip.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Akane. You ready for your test?"
Akane looked up at Yoshi and swallowed to clear her
suddenly tight throat. "Yes, Yoshi-kun, I thank you for your
assistance."
"Aaaa, she's blushing!" Yuka's voice carried across the
grounds.
"Yoshi and Akane, sitting in a tree..." Sayuri began, only
to stop at watching Akane get all flustered and turn three
shades redder. She blinked, she'd only meant to tease but it
looked like Yoshi was blushing too. Had she hit home despite
their denials? "Oh well, c'mon guys, it's almost time for
class."
----faerie realm---------
One of the wind faerie buzzed about with agitation, having
been searching the Senshi's mind for clues on how to restore
her. "NO! Oh, how I hate those Dark Kingdom types! How could
even they do something like that?" The sprite settled and
dropped a real tear, crying for the Senshi's sake.
One of the Faerie sorceresses, drawn by her interest to
participate, looked up from her work. "What is it,
Pearlydawn?"
The sprite sniffled. "The Dark Kingdom has obviously
twisted it, but even now she retains much knowledge of and
love for growing plants! They've only perverted that for
their own dark ends. We've got to fix that! This was
obviously a nature oriented Senshi!"
The Faerie sorceress nodded. Nature was something they were
good at. Besides, this Dark Kingdom stuff was obviously the
UnSeelie at work with the mortal realm again. It was only
natural that this would make the Seelie the allies of these
Senshi.
A stack of the Senshi books were consulted, as well as a
newspaper article that Nabiki had given Holly at the same
time. The article detailed a Sailor Amazon (with pixie
wings) and a Sailor Angel. Since this Kodachi girl obviously
fit much the same role as Sailor Jupiter, but clearly wasn't
her, she was part of this other group of Sailors.
"Hey, Piroette? What name do we give these Senshi? The
Senshi are those others, right? Moon and planets of the
Mortal Realm?" A korred looked up from his own reading.
"They're obviously Sailors, got the right costume more or
less."
"Sailor Seelie?" A metallic oriad mused aloud, wondering if
they ought to involve themselves in Mortal affairs again.
This *did* have the makings of a grand old epic, after all.
Hmmm. Maybe if she got one of these seifuku things she
should go as Sailor Metallica. Sailor Silver? After all, as
an oriad she could handle cold iron quite easily.
"Cute, but not quite," suggested Piroette, tapping her wand
thoughtfully.
"Sailor Bushi? Sailor Samurai?" The korred suggested,
thinking that they *were* Japanese, after all.
"Sailor Storms?" Pearlydawn liked the idea, it involved
wind after all.
"Sailor Rangers," quipped an ugly fanged creature that was
actually a fairly gentle (if generally tipsy) fruit bat.
"That way THAT one can be the Black Ranger (she wears black
rose designs in her socks, after all). He held up a magazine
depicting the Kamen Rider series. "See, that's why this one
is separate from the others, the Black Rider always works
alone."
"Hmmmm," hmmed Piroette. "That reminds me, that mortal
who's off at the Librarium Arcani."
"Nabiki Ten'ou. She's the one who supplied these
guidebooks," the fruitbat seemed happy to actually be able
to contribute something.
"That's the one who's teaching herself divination, isn't
she?" Pearlydawn continued to buzz in an agitated manner,
still thinking of the poor Senshi.
Piroette actually laughed at that. "Oh, no. She's not
teaching *herself* divination. She has the 'Simple
Spellcraft' tome. Also known as Divinicron. The book itself
is teaching her. No, what I thought was that here we have a
mortal girl whose father hasn't raised her too well, whose
mother has passed on, and who is attempting to work magic.
"My question is this: does anyone know if she's got a
faerie godmother or counselor yet?"
There was a brief pause, the same idea occurring to many
individuals at the same time.
---------Juuban---------
"This the place?" Isao smirked. The runaways thought they
were so clever, but they'd screwed up so badly.
"Nichieju style Chinese Cooking, Nekohanten." The Yakuza
chunin gave a gap-toothed grin. "That Shampoo person is
here, no doubt about it. Why else would there be a place
that advertises 'authentic Amazon cooking' - the idjits
didn't even look outside Tokyo!"
"Who've we got for Talent? The Amazons are reputed to be
tough fighters. Besides, that Sailor Amazon may show up
again."
The chunin spat. Damn academic types. Wimps, all of 'em.
"Don't worry, we got a nullifier. No magic's gonna work in
Black Mariko's presence. We also got a martial arts expert
in Chiriko. We're covered."
"Ah," Isao nodded. He still had a bad feeling about this.
"One, two, three," the chunin counted off, then pointed
inside. The lower level Yakuza went in, followed by the
Talents, and then the two with guns.
"Ah, welcome to Nekohanten," the waitress bowed. "We not
open just yet. You come back in five minutes please!"
One of the low levels held a knife to the girl's throat.
"Maybe, we'll just help ourselves. Eh?"
The waitress didn't look terribly intimidated. "You must be
stupids. You attacks womans of Amazon village?"
"Never mind that, get the others out here."
"Azure do," the Amazon shrugged. "Di Na, Sugar, Spice,
Dowel, Odango, Noodle!"
"Excuse please!"
Isao edged towards the door, just in case.
---Faerie Realm--------
The dwarf Pax hmmmed and took a moment to align the
crystals just so, before returning to his visitor.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I *can* do it. Why should I?"
The dwarf grumbled and ran a hand over his slickly bald
head. "I've already got this project going."
"Well, it isn't boring," began Holly. "I don't think I've
seen things this abuzz since the days of Sachiko Oshima and
that Percival fellow."
"Hmmph. And the boyo *still* hasn't come by to pick up his
damn sword."
"Percy was mortal, Pax. Most likely he's dead by now."
Holly looked slyly at the dwarf. "Besides, Fnor's already at
work on a similar project."
"BAH! Fnor will screw it all up, ye be *knowing* that. A
pox on the names of all dwarves everywhere, he be!"
"Well, maybe... He said the same thing about you, y'know."
Pax grimaced. "Driads should nae be trying to manipulate
mean old dvarren. Now get tae yer point, lass, afore I toss
ye out."
"C'mon, you know I'm just giving you an excuse. You know
darn well you want to do this."
Pax hrmmphed. "I'll do it. Just to show that Fnor up!"
"Yayyy!" Holly skipped around the room briefly. Now her
mortal lover stood a chance of not only realizing his heroic
dreams, but of surviving them.
-----------------
Nabiki slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. A
few moments of silence was enough for Nabiki to get her
heartrate under control again. Maybe she'd lost them.
"Nabiki Ten'ou!" A pixie flitted in through the window.
"Choose me!"
A moment later, Nabiki Tendo, voted "Ice Queen of Furinkan"
by her fellow students, was buried under a heap of butterfly
wings as nearly a hundred pixies tried to convince her that
she should choose one of them as a Faerie Guide.
She hadn't foreseen this.
She found herself being argued over by a vast number of
beings of both genders who wanted her. Some wanted her as a
mortal godchild. Some wanted her to be a companion. Others
just wanted her, and she'd already explained that she liked
GUYS!
The door creaked alarmingly, then popped open. Looking down
at the colorful struggling mass, Harold gave a deep sigh.
"ALL RIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Small objects were blown about the room from the immense
noise generated by the full power of a half Stone Ogre's
lung capacity. This included a number of pixies. Grumbling
slightly, the powerful being snagged Nabiki and set her
across one shoulder like a sack of flour before leaving the
room.
"By the Rod Of Priapus, those idiots. Pixies, can't
understand moderation in *anything.* So, I guess the words
out that there's a mortal hanging out in the Faerie Realm.
Probably be some UnSeelie heading this way to 'play' with
you. When did you say you were returning to the Mortal
Realm?"
Nabiki was breathing a sigh of relief when a thought struck
her. "Your speech. It's not rough anymore."
Harold grunted. "Nabiki Tendo must be mistaken. Harold just
dumb ogre. Harold not understand what Nabiki mean."
"Yeah right," Nabiki frowned but shelved the concern for a
moment. "What's going on with them anyway?"
"Nabiki not know? Harold explain, even though Harold not
speak well. Nabiki is Mortal, yes? Have soul, yes? Nabiki
have mortal flesh, not strong magical defenses, yes?"
"Yeah," Nabiki agreed.
"Mortal Nabiki not stay in Faerie Realm too long. Draw
entirely wrong attention. Mortal soul stand out here, mortal
flesh tempt some faerie who not nice. Harold not like to see
Nabiki turned inside out or worse. Many nice faerie want
also play with Nabiki. Some want adopt as Mortal Godchild.
Some want other things Nabiki can provide. All come for
Nabiki if she stay too long here."
"You'll protect me, won't you, Harold?" Nabiki was joking.
She hadn't seen anything more threatening than a few driads
and pixies so far.
"Nabiki want Harold to protect her?" Harold grunted for a
moment. "Sound like Harold get to do that soon. Nabiki hang
on tight."
"What are you...?" Nabiki's question ended in a squeak as
Harold went from walking out the library to a jog to a run.
"UnSeelie," grunted Harold. "Harold can smell it. Bad one."
-----------------
Chiriko was proving her worth. The Yakuza Enforcer wasn't a
pleasant woman to work with, and tended to be left alone
even by those she worked with. NOBODY, not even that Ataru
kid, was going to ask Chiriko Korosu out to tea. She had
killed her father one day for stealing a cigarette. She had
killed her mother to see how long it would take. Her little
brother wouldn't shut up, and so she'd wrung his neck like a
chicken. If anyone asked her, she'd say that she had been
bored that afternoon.
What Chiriko Korosu DID was study the martial arts and
practiced brawling. Don't bother her with any of that Zen
crap or the philosophies or anything. Hurting or killing
people and breaking things, this was the Art that Chiriko
practiced. It was something she was VERY good at, and that
the Yakuza paid her to do. Chiriko liked her job. She loved
to hear the crunch of children's bones as she showed the
parents what could happen if they messed with the Yakuza.
She loved watching the light fade out of the eyes as she
used her Eagle Claw strike to crush ribcages. It amused
Chiriko to present the dying person with the heart that had
just been ripped out of their chest.
These Amazons weren't that different. None of them had the
same all-consuming dedication to Pain and Death that she
did. They were a bit more skilled than the average Japanese
girl, even better than most of the dojo-trained warriors
she'd met.
Chiriko had watched as the various Amazons beat up the
suit-and-tie Yakuza, then had moved in herself. Bones,
whether those of kindergarten age Japanese children or
Chinese Amazons, made the same satisfying snap.
One of those, a short woman, stepped back and pulled a can
from her blouse.
Seeing this, four of the Amazons dogpiled the woman in
black who had seemingly absorbed their ki attacks.
--------------
Isao stared. Everything had been going per the plan. The
Specialists had proven their skill and the Yakuza "troops"
had moved in.
Then that one Amazon, Di Na, had pulled a can of spinach
out of her blouse. With a battlecry of "Di Na Family Special
Technique!" she'd popped the can of spinach open and
swallowed it whole.
Isao wasn't exactly sure *what* had occurred afterward.
Black Mariko had gone down, the Negapsychic being dogpiled
by several Amazons. Then this crazy music (with an oddly
nautical air) had started playing on the jukebox.
Then Di Na, slender Amazon maiden, had started punching and
kicking. The Amazon restaurant had a new skylight. Isao had
fled, only to notice that the bodies were flying *in time*
to the music. And had that been a holographic image of a
bomb on Di Na's fist?
Isao would have to report this to the oyabun. This could be
bad. Very bad indeed.
EYECATCH-------------
Sailor Amazon appears in a swirl of sakura petals. Flowing
golden wings heralds Sailor Angel. A bolt of lightning forms
Sailor Valkyrie. Swirling black rose petals herald Sailor
Rose. A redsuited Akane pulls the mask of her sailor-ninja
suit on and poses. Ranma is seen arguing with Nabiki, who is
holding up a sailor fuku.
--back to the fic----
Mousse was attempting to sneak into the house and confirm
that this was where his Shampoo was staying when he was
interrupted.
"Whoever you are, you aren't getting paid enough to break
into MY home." The long haired girl turned and went into a
basic martial arts stance.
"Out of my way, I am here for Shampoo!" Mousse attacked. No
one would keep him from Shampoo!
Akane's eyes narrowed. (Oh, so some guy's here to hurt
Shampoo? Not going to happen.) Akane dodged the chains,
reached into one sleeve of her gi, and withdrew her chosen
weapon. With all her considerable strength, she sent a
baseball flying towards Mousse.
Mousse dodged and ignored the sounds of a small spherical
object going through several walls. As Akane had meant the
attack to be a distraction, she was already sending the
right cross for his chin by the first sound of baseball
induced destruction.
Mousse woke up five minutes later and realized what had
happened.
An outsider girl had beaten him. He hadn't taken an
outsider girl as a serious threat, and as a result had been
struck with enough force to spin him around in midair.
Even if he hadn't realized what had happened, the note
pinned to his chest from Vanilla indicated that she had seen
the whole thing.
He had been beaten by an outsider girl. "F-f-forgive me,
Shampoo." He knew what he had to do by Amazon law. He'd have
to take Shampoo as his *second* wife. Oh the shame. Mousse
looked around but couldn't see the girl who'd defeated him.
Rather handily too, judging from the crater.
----------------------
Kodachi stretched and listened to the pixie explaining how
the Dark Kingdom had brainwashed her and turned her insane.
She was only partially listening, however.
She felt ALIVE and in control, more so than...
Had she never felt this at peace before? Never felt this
wondrously vibrant and full of strength? It was all she
could do to keep from dancing out to the balcony in joy...
"...so we're sorry, but we couldn't quite restore you.
Those evil Dark Kingdom types must have done a Reweave or
something like that, the BASTARDS!" Pearlydawn clenched her
fists and snarled, which merely lessened her overall level
of cute without appearing very threatening at all. It was
hard to be a pixie, in some respects. Nobody ever took a
butterfly winged six inch tall bundle of cuteness seriously.
"So anyway, now that we've restored you, we need to figure
out what next!"
This stopped Kodachi, who drew aristocratic dignity about
her. "What to do? What we must, of course! Kodachi Kuno will
*not* suffer this defeat lightly. As a member of the
nobility, and a Warrior Of Love & Justice(tm), it falls on
me to be a shining example for others to look up to! Am I
not of samurai descent?"
"Yes!" Pearlydawn's eyes sparkled.
"Is it not the duty of the samurai to not only protect the
weak and serve their daimyo, but to be an ideal for others
to admire and seek to emulate?" Kodachi stepped to the
balcony, raising her hands and head as if beseeching the
heavens.
"YES!" A half dozen faerie had stopped what they were doing
to listen.
"Can any true warrior allow a single defeat to overcome
them and turn their back on a Righteous Battle for Love &
Justice?"
"NO!" The crowd of faerie had more than doubled.
"I *must* return to my homeland and seek to cleanse it of
the vile abominations that would corrupt and warp a young
maid's heart, true?"
"YES!" There was quite a crowd forming both in the air and
ground below.
"If I cannot be restored, then a true samurai accepts the
adversity as a challenge, does she not? Does not honor
demand that I renew the fight?"
"YES! YES!!" Even a few dwarves were attending now. They
might not have been into the shouting or undignified dancing
about, but this young lady was talking about going out and
kicking serious butt against nearly overwhelming odds. A
subject near and dear to the hearts of most dwarves.
"I shall return to Nerima and take the fight back to the
Dark Kingdom!" Kodachi paused for the thunderous ovation to
stop before turning her gaze back to the pixie who had
attended her since she had awoken. "Pearlydawn, I shall need
a friend and advisor. Will you fill that role for me?"
Pearlydawn hugged Kodachi's arm. Someone was taking her
seriously? She got to help kick UnSeelie behinds? "YES!
YES!"
Kodachi smiled slightly, and accepted the applause as her
due. For was she not Kodachi Kuno, undefeated gymnastics
champion of Saint Hebereke, sailorsuited Warrior Of Love &
Justice who had sworn fealty to her Princess?
She was Sailor Rose, and she would triumph!
-------------
Genma spotted the ponytailed girl dressed as a boy and came
to the obvious conclusion.
This is why a panda (having had a small accident involving
a child with a squirtgun, a tub of crushed ice, and a
skateboard) was stalking through the Gero Spa with all the
inherent sneakiness possible to an 800# panda wearing a
Hawaiian print shirt.
Which is to say that almost everyone except the target was
staring, and several of those sitting back in the waters
were putting their sake cups down. Almost everyone, because
a great many of the Japanese were practicing the infamous
Japanese philosophy of "it's someone ELSE'S problem as long
as I ignore it." An enlightened philosophy that cuts down on
ulcers, it should be noted. It just isn't that easy to
practice it in real life.
Genma continued to stalk the individual in question. Yes,
it could be none other than his wayward son. He rushed
forward, intent on the attack.
Genma crossed the stream of hot water as he entered the
locker room.
Genma crossed the stream of hot water again as he fled the
woman's locker room, being pursued by a large number of
women- all of whom seemed to have blunt objects with which
to pummel perverts.
Then he saw it and recoiled in horror. The height was
right. The baldness factor was a little high but not
impossible. The eating habits were correct. The age was hard
to guess from the shadowy figure, but why take chances?
With a scream of terror, Genma fled, convinced that Master
Happosai was at the Gero Spa.
"Most ominous," intoned the monk as he watched the man turn
and flee- directly into the path of a number of women he
himself had annoyed earlier.
-----------------
Akane came into the house, smiling, happy, carefree, and
quite close to floating off the ground. She'd been spending
time with Yoshi and was quite defenseless against dealing
with a kindhearted, affectionate, supportive male figure.
Soun watched and frowned. Well, that was it, Yoshinori
Kitase must die.(1)
Or at least he had to forbid them to see each other. It was
improper for Akane, the Heir Of the Tendo Anything Goes
School Indiscriminate Grappling, to develop an unhealthy
relationship with a juku student! It was a completely
improper and unhealthy thing, totally unnatural! She didn't
hit him, he didn't insult her, they actually seemed to like
and be able to trust the other, this was all completely
unacceptable! He was patient and one of those wimpy
namby-pamby nurturing types, which was entirely wrong for
someone like Akane!
Soun's hand crumpled the letter of betrayal from his middle
daughter. He'd get Ranma back and switch the engagement to
Akane. Akane would obey a matter of honor. She'd gripe and
grouse but she'd obey. And likely she'd take it all out on
Ranma as she was the sort to blame the messenger for the
news. They were both martial artists, though Ranma had those
silly useless skills like the flute and Akane had now taken
to singing. Hmmm. NO! The Art must be pure and unsullied by
such distractions.
He'd been *sure* that Operation Shacking Up would have
worked, except for Genma going off on his own initiative.
Well, that was unfortunate. But look at how poorly he'd
raised his son.
Akane burst into song spontaneously as Soun observed, and
the choice of the song caused Soun's frown to deepen. It was
in English? He had to intervene SOON!
"I've been driving all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head, that drives me heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's half past four and I'm shifting gear
When he's lonely and the longing gets too much
He sends a cable coming in from above
Don't need no phone at all
We've got a thing that's called: Radar love
We've got a wave in the air
Radar love
The radio's playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's: "Coming on strong"
The road's got me hypnotised
And I'm speeding into a new sunrise
When I get lonely, and I'm sure I've had enough
He sends his comfort coming in from above
Don't need no letters at all
We've got a thing that's called: Radar love
We've got a line in the sky
Radar love
No more speed I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool, now gotta take care
Last car to pass, here I go!
And the line of cars drove down real slow
And the radio played that forgotten song
Brenda Lee's Coming on strong
And the newsman sang his same old song
One more Radar love has gone
Oh hi, Dad."
Soun wilted before that smile. He hadn't understood much of
what Akane had singing due to the language barrier, but knew
the word "love" had been in there. Damn Americans with their
loose morals! He *really* had to intervene.
(1) Comments from a number of people have indicated
the
general consensus that Akane could never be happy with this
relationship, and that Yoshi-kun should die a long suffering
death. Either that or would be killed on the honeymoon. A
few have indicated to me how Akane should end up with Ranma,
having gotten him to dump Nabiki and/or everyone else and
they can go on to a more canon-based relationship with him
being a jerk and her malletting him.
i listen to most of the comments, but will only
follow *some* advice.
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