What dominated the room was a massive video screen, which had enough clarity to make almost a window onto what it showed.
And it currently was displaying Madame Marciano in her office.
"You girls did very well in following my instructions to leave that place," Marciano murmured over the communications link. "And I am pleased to see that you have collected yourselves quite nicely."
"Thank you very much. I'm glad to hear that you are happy," April answered, her respect for the woman clear in her voice.
"Just what I wish to hear, my dear girl. This isn't just a simple call though."
"You mean...."
Their boss leaned back in her chair and smiled. *"Yes, I do. I have a task for you."
"Then we can go out and get those pokegirls now?" January asked, a grin starting to curve her lips.
"Of course not. We have plans for them, and you'll likely meet them soon enough."
"But, I wanted to...."
"You weren't about to complain, were you?" Marciano asked, her voice a dangerous purr.
"I wouldn't think of that."
"Good. Because I wouldn't want to think about my dear girls being disobediant."
The blonde looked away, almost as if she was ashamed. "I doubt that would ever happen."
"True."
"But that still leaves us in the dark," May commented, holding out her hand, palm up. "What exactly are we supposed to do? Can't do it if we don't know what it is."
"She does have a point," April allowed, though the look that she sent the white haired girl was admonishing.
"Oh, but I have an assignment for you girls," Marciano told them, and started to explain what it was.
Ukyo wasn't all that certain as to what she should make of the situation. Just a little while earlier, she'd been sure of her path, as it had been clear that she had to wreak vengance against the coward who'd stolen her family's cart, and the boy who'd run out on their engagement. That had driven her for years, and as far as she had been concerned, there was no doubt that she would succeed.
However, she now knew that her fiance hadn't known that he was her fiance, and that he held his father in almost as low a regard as she did. Heck, he hadn't even known that she was a girl, and had a bunch of 'pokegirls' who would have once depended on him for sex. Still, she found that there wasn't much that she could do to change the situation, hormonally overcharged fox-girl or not.
'Just how did this happen? I really can't understand why I have to be in this position....' she thought to herself, letting her shoulders slump.
"Hey, Ucchan?" Ranma asked from his position at her side. "What's the matter?"
"Huh? What makes you think that something is wrong?" she blurted, clearly jolted by his words.
"I thought that ya were sighin' ta yourself. Is it a problem with me?"
"No, not really. Actually, it's pretty good to have you here. It's something that I can fit into a good life."
"But...."
"You, I can understand, and even welcome. But what are you doing with us? I don't think that you even like Ranchan," the brown haired girl put to the guy on her other side.
Ryoga gave her a level look. "You're going to school, right?"
"Well, yeah...."
"That's where I've got to go. But I can't make it on my own, so I need someone to lead me there."
"I guess that's understandable, though I can't understand just why some people just have to come with us."
"Are you talking about us?" Sumire asked as she paused with the rest of the pokegirls, pressing a palm to her bosom in a mock insulted manner.
"With our connection to him, and what happened the last time we got separated, it wouldn't be good to be left behind," Mana put in.
"I understand that, and can even be sympathetic," the chef admitted, but then her mouth twisted in annoyance. "But just who was it that burned my uniform?"
Sumire shrugged negligently. "I am sorry about that. It wasn't intentional."
"It still put me out one uniform. I'm just lucky that I had a spare."
"But what would have happened if you didn't have one?"
"She would have had to get one that'd be for a girl," Iris observed.
"I think that she'd look pretty in it," Ranma said, smiling as he did so.
Taking a moment to look over the girl in question, Ryoga considered what lay beneath those male clothes, and had to slap a hand over his nose as he began to consider how she'd look in such an outfit.
"That would be most excellent," Sumire murmured, her intentions clear in her gaze.
'Oh man.... Why me?' Ukyo asked herself mentally, blushing as she did so, while:
(Posted Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:47)
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