R1/2 -- Chris Collins (artc@mastnet.net) Here we are! We've made it to the spine-tingling conclusion of NYANNIICHUAN: Very Tragic Story! (CHEF'S NOTE: A tale of heartstopping suspense, deptless intrigue, and rampant lesbianism!) (CUTE VOICE: Well, you got one right at least.) (OLD VOICE: HEY! I have a bone to pick with you, you no-account editor!) (CUTE VOICE: *shiver* Coming from him, that scary.) (CHEF'S NOTE: What do you want, Old Freak?) (OLD VOICE: Why did you have to hit me so hard last time?!) (CHEF'S NOTE: .... Well, if I hit you softly, you wouldn't have fallen unconscious, now would you?) (OLD VOICE: !!!! But I missed Ranma's dream sequence...) (SUBTITLE: with Miko topless...) (OLD VOICE: ...and I missed Ranma comforting Miko when she was hurt...) (SUBTITLE: licking her face clean with her tongue...) (OLD VOICE: and all the pretty ladies....) (SUBTITLE: and all the pretty ladies....) (OLD VOICE: Hya!!! Cut that out! Who's doing that?!) [Yo, ya remember me? Tha voice from oblivion at the beginning of the fanfic? I didn't have nothin to do so I decided to learn how these things worked.] (OLD VOICE: Why you.... You better stick to disclaimers, Sonny, or you're gonna be in serious trouble!) (SUBTITLE: Ah, shove it up your ass.) (OLD VOICE: But I wanna see the pretty ladies! I wanna I wanna I wanna!) Could you please hold it down! I'm trying to start a show here. (OLD VOICE: Quiet! No one's talkin to you!) Um, Ukyou, don't you still have some latent, post-Miko aggressions to work out? (CHEF'S NOTE: *cracking knuckles* I just might.) (OLD VOICE: eep.) (SUBTITLE: Oh shit.) Shampoo! Hurry and pull the curtain! (CUTE VOICE: Ok! Hnnrrgh!) -----------===================------------ | An Iron Dagger Production | -----------===================------------ "Are you sure you're alright?" "*sniffle* Don't worry, Guardian Spirit. I'm sure. *sniff sniffle*" Ranma-chan, still in the guise of a harem girl, steadily followed the cobbled path through the as yet unnamed town (NOTE: When I come up with a name, I'll let you know.) with Miko cradled in her arms, right arm under her shoulders and the left under her knees. Miko, her eyes closed and damp with drying tears, nuzzled her head into Ranma's chest (actually, using her right breast as a pillow) with her arm loosely draped around her savior's neck. The mid-morning sun was to their backs, making them appear like an odd silhouette to observers farther up the road. But had Ranma not been too absorbed in thought, she would have noticed that the street was deserted but for a few startled faces that ocassionally peeped out of huts. (CUTE VOICE: You want Shampoo get tumbleweed props?) She felt a great weight of apprehension, brought about by the dark-robed figure's grave words, that kept her gaze shifting from Miko to the sky and back to Miko--the time they spent together was becoming a precious commodity. Ranma glanced down at the scratches and scrapes along Miko's extended arm. "Are you REALLY sure you're okay? Maybe we should find someone to look at those wounds." Miko smiled and squinted her eyes open. "*sniffle* *giggle* Stop being such a mother hen. I'll be fine." Ranma tried not to sound panicky. "But... then why are you crying?" Miko closed her eyes and continued smiling. "Because *sniff* I'm happy I didn't lose you back there." Ranma opened her mouth to say something more, then closed it again and smiled as well. _I'm not sure what happened back there, but I'm glad you're alright too. And I'll make sure you stay that way._ Miko's stomach growled and she giggled, "I'll feel better after I get something to eat." Something about her voice sounded tired and unsure. -----------===================------------ | Written and Directed by: | | Christopher Lee Collins | -----------===================------------ Miko clung tighter to her guardian's collar while Ranma pushed open the door to Tan's inn. "Hn?" Ranma stood in the doorway and looked around, puzzled. There were no people--only empty tables and chairs neatly arranged, awaiting visitors. Even given the early hour, the place should have been at least partially full. Ranma took a step forward and asked the emptiness, "Is anybody here?" She was answered by a faint echo of her own voice, then silence. "Oh?" For a while, Miko glanced around the room in faint surprise, then she giggled softly and snuggled herself into Ranma's shoulder. "*sniff* Does this mean we're alone together?" Ranma stiffened and shivered--her eyes grew wide and her pigtail stood at a high angle--when she felt Miko's hot breath on her neck. She gasped, "*Ack* Miko! What'r'ya doing!?" The girl in her arms giggled some more and glided her lips across her guardian's exposed skin. At that moment, almost to Ranma's relief, the kitchen door swung open, albeit hesitantly, and a wooden salad fork prodded the air as if it might be dangerous. Ranma and Miko became inhumanly still. A gruff but subdued voice asked, "Miko? Is that you?" When the fork was satisfied with the atmosphere, a hard-featured face peeked out of the doorway. Miko turned and her face lit up in surprise, despite her annoyance for the interruption. "Tan! Hi!" Ranma managed to produce an awkward, toothy smile. Tan faultered and almost fell to the ground when he saw them, but held on to the door to steady himself. Miko (who he assumed was the girl being held since she responded to his call) and her guardian were dirty, beaten, and their clothes were torn; they looked like they had just escaped some freak mining accident. Tan stuttered a bit, then asked meekly, "Miko, are you alright?" Feeling overlooked, Ranma made a sour face--he didn't ask HER (Ranma)how SHE was doing. Miko laughed playfully, "Don't worry. Guardian Spirit kept me from getting seriously hurt." She warmly coiled her arms around Ranma's head and neck, rubbed her face against Ranma's, kissed her, and purred, "We look out for each other." Ranma, sweating (CUTE VOICE: Ahem. Perspiring.), muttered out of the side of her mouth, "You do realize I'm a girl right now?" "Oh!" Miko, startled by the thought of how they must look, instantly pulled her head away and stared at her guardian's shaken grin. Miko looked stunned for a few seconds, then broke into an extremely innocent smile. Tan raised an eyebrow. -----------===================------------ | Based on Characters Created by: | | Rumiko Takahashi | -----------===================------------ Miko sat half-pouting and half-blushing as she shyly studied her guardian from across the table, hoping she wasn't too mad at her. She started to say something, then reconsidered. Ranma sat with her back facing her friend to hide the fact that she was, in fact, blushing a deeper crimson (almost matching her hair). She couldn't bring herself to face Miko just yet. Instead, she had been staring wide-eyed at the kitchen door with her hand to her chin ever since Tan hastily left to fix them something to eat. By Tan's jittery reaction, she had a gnawing feeling that he saw Miko's affection as more than friendly--as did she--and her own current dress (or lack thereof) didn't help matters. Ranma glanced down at herself. She was wearing something designed to show maximum flesh and maximum cleavage. She was sorely underdressed for the time--Tan kept averting his eyes in modest denial--and she definitely couldn't change into a guy in what she had on (that would be gross). Without shifting her gaze, she hesitantly asked, "Miko, do you have somethin I can wear... besides this I mean?" Ranma sucked in a sharp breath and sat paralyzed when she heard Miko push her chair back and start taking off her clothes. After a few seconds, Miko sighed heavily and wearily reached over her guardian's shoulder to hand her the bundled red and black outfit, saying almost subordinately, "Please, take these. I don't have much material left." Ranma stiffened and her eyes bulged. She gasped, "But what're you going to wear? You can't...." Miko laughed, "*sniffle* Don't worry, Guardian Spirit. I've already made something for me to wear." "Wha?" Ranma glanced over her shoulder. -----------===================------------ | Ranma Saotome and Miko Lee | | in: | -----------===================------------ Ranma's mouth gaped as she stared unblinking across the table. "I hope you like it? I only had scraps to work with--what with all the fighting and sewing I've been doing--so this is the best I could do." Miko was standing off to the side of the table, holding one arm outstretched in mock-flourish while leaning on the table with the other to keep herself steady; her limbs were trembling and she could have fallen at any moment, but she was determined to give her guardian a fashion show. (NOTE: I'll try and make this short.) Her new shirt looked like a painting: above a field of tall, black (silhouetted), leaning grass rose a hazy sunset, represented by a few strips of black across a deep crimson sky, which faded into dark blue around the collar as if the colors had been blended on an artists pallet; in stark contrast, her long, billowy sleeves were light green with streaks of yellow flame that licked from her wrists to her elbows. Her pants were a darker green with the same fiery streaks of yellow from her ankles to her knees--and the pair fit MUCH more snugly against her form than Ranma's baggy trousers did, better showing off the soft curves of her hips. Ranma's jaw dropped to the table. Miko found herself leaning heavily on the table after a short time and she had to hold herself up with both arms or risk toppling backwards. The whole table trembled with her legs as she carefully labored the few steps back to her chair. She panted through her fatigue, "I had more green than I thought... didn't have much yellow because its so hard to make..." She pulled the collar of her blouse and looked inside. "...I must have used more white than I thought because I only have a few scraps left." She exhaled a deep breath of relief and wiped away a trickle of sweat after finally sitting back down; then she regarded her clothes a few seconds longer. "Maybe THIS would look better on you after all." She looked up. "I could give you this one and...." Ranma, who had been staring rather mindlessly awed, quickly shook her head and started pulling her new outfit over herself. "Nonono, I think it looks really good on ya...." Miko squealed with delight. -----------===================------------ | NYANNIICHUAN: | | Very Tragic Story | | Part VII | | "As Fate Would Have It" | -----------===================------------ Tan strode through the door with two big bowls of rice and froze halfway to the table. Not only had one of the girls changed clothes (something more appropriate, he was glad to see), but the other, the one who he thought was Miko (actually Ranma) when he left, was indignantly digging deep inside her blouse with one hand and into her pants with the other. A second later, she produced the familiar skimpy uniform of veils like a slieght-of-hand artist and handed it to the other, saying, "Well, here's a little more material you can work with." (CUTE VOICE: Huh?) (CHEF'S NOTE: Buy a clue.) The other girl (Miko) accepted the bundle and slipped it underneath her own blouse, where it seemed to vanish. Tan felt dizzy watching the exchange. "Hn?" Ranma and Miko both looked curiously at Tan, who seemed like he was about to fall. Ranma sprang from her seat and rushed to the innkeeper's side. She took the bowls of rice from his hands and gave him her shoulder for support. "Are you alright? You don't look too good." Tan regained his balance and took a step back in shock. Ranma shrugged and set a bowl in front of Miko and the other opposite her, then walked back to Tan and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have any hot water handy?" Tan lazily pointed back to the kitchen. Ranma gazed into his blank face in puzzlement, then shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Tan watched the kitchen door with nervous interest. A few seconds later, he heard a splash, and soon after, out stepped the dark-haired boy he saw with Miko the other day (only moderately damp), and he was wearing the same red and black outfit as the girl who entered. Tan rubbed his temples and muttered something about drinking too much rice wine in the morning (CHEF'S NOTE: Probably thinking about drinking more often.), then fumbled back into the kitchen. Miko, long-faced, watched him go. She glanced at her bowl, then the kitchen, then called after him, "Tan! Could we please have some chopsticks to eat with?" -----------===================------------ | HAPPY THOUGHT: | | Maybe Happy Will Die This Time | | Like A Good Old Man. | -----------===================------------ Salon studied the half-dozen ex-harem girls standing at attention before her like soldiers awaiting inspection and grunted with displeasure--which the girls actually thought was kind of cute. They had stripped the veils from their already-skimpy harem suits, making them, as they said, less restrictive; for the task ahead, it would have been more appropriate if they at least worn the guards' robes for protection, if not for modesty's sake, but they would sooner run naked--in fact, if she mentioned it, they'd probably jump at the idea. Salon walked up to Komiki, who was standing at the far left of the line, and stared suspiciously into the girl's smiling face--she seemed to be bubbling with anticipation. The witchwoman asked coldly, "Could you not at least spare a guard or two?" Chun-Mae, who was standing behind her uneasy friend with her arms crossed, huffed sourly. "The few guards we have are needed here to protect the other girls--the sounds of the jungle frighten them--so unless you want to forget the whole thing, this is what you have to work with." She frowned and lowered her voice: "I would also prefer that they not go, but they insisted..." She lowered her head. "...and I will not order them to stay." Komiki clasped her hands together and bounced up and down. "Thank you, Mistress Chun-Mae!" Salon groaned and closed her eyes in thought. While the witchwoman wasn't looking, Chun-Mae gazed at her favorite harem girl and mouthed the words "be careful". Komiki mouthed the words "I will" and puckered her lips in a kissing gesture. (CHEF'S NOTE: *groan* I think I'm going to lose my lunch.) "Very well." Salon opened her eyes and Komiki immediately snapped back to attention. Salon reached up as if plucking something from an invisible shelf and six slender bracelets appeared in her hand, each on wrought of twining strands of silver and gold with small, black stones imbedded at intervals. She handed one to Komiki, who looked at it like a complex puzzle, then began her explanation: "You are to wear these bracelets at all times. Do not take them off." She handed out another. "I realize that none of you know very much of jungle survival. That is why I have empowered these bands with the basics of my jungle knowledge." Chun-Mae raised her eyebrows, impressed. Salon handed out the net two. "What I know you will know. You will be able to move around swiftly without hesitation." She handed the last two out. "Likewise, whetever you see, I will see. You are now my eyes and ears in the jungle. I wish you well and hope you find what I need to know." Chun-Mae cleared her throat and stared at Salon through squinted eyes. Salon shrugged. The witchwoman turned back and began the final inspection of her... spies. She slowly walked back down the line. Each of the first three she passed had fitted her bracelet on her left wrist, and each was still prodding the piece of jewelry like a dead hamster. The next two had closed their bands around their ankles and were standing contented, as it they now wore symbols of status. Salon walked up to Komiki, who had her hands clasped in front of her and was rocking back and forth on her heels, but she could see no bracelet. Salon raised an eyebrow. Komiki was smiling fiercely, as if she had just made some ingenius discovery. "Where have you placed my gift? Have you lost it already?" Komiki bounced and contained a squeal of excitement. Salon frowned and walked away, grumbling. "When all this is over, I do NOT want it back." (CHEF'S NOTE: EEEW! I don't EVEN want to know!) (CUTE VOICE: Know what?) (OLD VOICE: *sigh* Forgive her. She's still innocent of these things.) (CUTE VOICE: What?)To Nyannichuan - Chapter 7, part 2