I still have some strong and mixed feelings about posting directly to
this list, but since I have been asked nicely from several people who
can only get my stories this way (so they say anyway) I have decided to
try to let the water under the bridge (and the many trolls that live
there) lay, and post this teaser and test the waters as it were. If I
get flamed then I shall not repost here. My series "Ranma Gets A Clue"
has a new chapter, I am now up to 7. I have also released a Holiday
Season Round Robin I did with my Pre-Readers. Everything is available
on the RGAC homepage linked to in my sigline. Here is an excerpt from
chapter 7:
[
Pre-dawn in Nerima Japan. The air was alive and crisp
with life and the promise of adventure. The birds were
starting to chirp and sing their praises to the world. As
the sun climbed the horizon it brought with it the wind.
The wind carried the scent of the world's sunrises, each
more spectacular than the one before it. The wind carried
the scent of dust, and pollen, of perfume wafting from an
open window and the smell of rain on pavement. As the
sunlight drifted over it's canvas that was the earth, it
lanced across the landscape and illuminated a window.
Akane Tendou's window.
Akane had a very comfortable bed. The western style
mattress was padded with feather down, and her blankets
were soft and warm thanks to Kasumi. As she lay asleep
her body luxuriated in the feeling of floating in a warm
sea of oblivion. The very essence of relaxation permeated
her.
As she slept she dreamt. Akane was not especially
known for her light sleeping habits. Quite the opposite
actually. She was famous for tossing and turning in her
sleep, at least she was famous in her household. As Akane
turned in her sleep, her normal nocturnal acrobatics met
with an unfamiliar shape in her bed which was impeding her
way.
In her dreams a wall appeared. An obstacle. Akane
hated obstacles. Instinct told her to destroy the
obstacle, and she agreed. She threw a punch at it.
Ranma was warm! He couldn't remember the last time he
had been so warm! Ranma hated being cold. Ever since the
"incident", he had made every possible effort to stay dry
and warm. His body was also comfortable! He couldn't
remember the last time he had been so comfortable.
The pleasure was running so deep, that Ranma's normal
ingrained response to someone touching him whilst he slept
was overridden. It was not worth it to break with the
pleasurable sensations he was receiving in this warm
place; just to do battle once again. If it was the old
man he could always kick him around later.
In Ranma's dreams he was walking along a river bank
with his mother and the old man. The sun was shining and
the firm grass was slightly moist under his feet. The
occasional wispy tendril tickled his legs. He was on
vacation with his mommy and daddy. Oh how he loved his
mommy. The old man was a different story. But when you
are six years old you still have a healthy respect for
your daddy as well. Even if you don't like him all that
much.
Suddenly the old man turned with an insane gleam in
his eye and a maniacal laugh on his lips and threw a punch
at Ranma! Desperately Ranma looked to his mother for
help. She looked back with that, "make me proud of your
manliness look," that made his tummy feel funny. Ranma
sighed and moved his incredibly agile six year olds body
to dodge his fathers punch. Ranma squirmed out of the way
with centimeters to spare.
Akane's dream wall shattered, but behind it stood a
sinister looking man swathed in black. He was tall and
wore a traveling cloak askance on his left shoulder,
clasped at his throat with a silver dagger symbol. The
cloak did not stir though the wind was brisk. He smelt of
dried tree bark and looked to live a rough life, his
muscular build and callused hands suggested he was adept
in the fighting arts. His hair was dishelved and his
knee-high boots were muddy. He was smiling, but the smile
made her nervous. The momentum of her punch carried her
towards him and for some reason she couldn't stop! Then
the man grabbed her arm and flipped her over his back in a
judo throw, and put her in a strangle hold!
Akane's punch missed Ranma's head in the bed by mere
centimeters. Which with the momentum she had placed into
it, as she rolled around on the bed, resulted with her
laying almost on top of Ranma now. Ranma responded by
grabbing the offending arm that now lay across him and
rolled her over, then under him into a strangle hold.
Ranma was shocked. He was much stronger than the old
man for some reason today! He had dodged the punch and
now had him on the ground in a strangle hold. Maybe all
those vitamins mom kept on force feeding him really did
help? Grinning Ranma looked up into the smiling face of
his mommy. She looked very proud of him.
Akane countered her assailants attack by darting her
hands behind her head to gouge her assailants eyes. Ranma
ducked under the strike, but in doing so he lost his hold
on her. Ranma couldn't believe how viciously the old man
was fighting today.
]
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Respect,
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Asayogure is twenty, "Akane said. "He is a
'pathological-techno-fetishist-with-social-deficit.'"
"A What?"
"Otaku."
>From Idoru
By William Gibson
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"of all the things I lost.....I miss my mind the most...."
Do you think this sigline is long enough yet?
Signing off -Asayogure
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