" "Don't get lost"," Ranma said. "Hold my hand"," Ryoga talked to herself. "If only he hadn't called me "Darling"! Curse you, Ranma!"
The beautiful saprano voice that grated on her echoed dimly back from the very long, narrow hallway she had somehow found herself into. The only light came from small holes scattered along the walls. Their wood slats were rough and their plaster unsmoothed. Her rustic woven shirt kept finding a snag, and a random nail jabbed its point into her soft flesh. The floor was litered with plaster chips and wrappers; the air was filled with dust. "I think I'm getting claustrophobic. Something else to make my life a living hell." Then she thought she heard a mouse.
When she felt it scurry across her bare feet she screamed like a histerical girl and tore down the passage without thinking about all those details that had obsessed her a second before.
A flood of light told her mind a corner was approaching. On automatic, she turned the ell. She crashed into a man in black; then another man in black; and so on...until: She was jammed with them in the confined space. She had difficulty breathing, as did the men contorted all around every square inch of her. Some of them were groaning...and panting, as their randomly groping gloved hands found some of her naked, soft flesh. These alerted her to what every square inch of her body in had been trying to get through to her: Her shirt had entirely unraveled! "I AM IN HELL!" she cried as she felt growing cocks poke at her from all angles.
"I shall alert the servants," Kuno said. With a flair, he brought out his wooden sword to touch a button on the coffee table.
"This room looks like a living room from an American movie or something," Ranma noted.
"It is a recent addition to the Kuno estate," the rich samurai began his brag. "You do not know it merely by glancing at it, but it is made with airplane technology."
" "Airplane"?? What has that to do with places people live?"
Kuno smiled smugly at his secret. Just before his bokken touched the button, it suddenly wasn't a secret any more: "GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Ryoga's female voice boomed as the wall she was behind broke outward like a giant window pane.
Out towards the surprised warriors a dozen men dressed all in black from their tabi-covered toes to their hoods came hurdling out of the hole. Ranma deflected one, then caught one to have a closer look. The man's hood could come up off his face like a curtain.
"A, a...kuroko??" He was unsure if that's who the guy was supposed to be, but the costume sure reminded him of the traditional stagehands in Japanese theater. Since they were kids, everyone who saw them had been told to ignore them. They were supposed to be invisible. Folklore said that the adept could, in fact, become truly invisible.
"One of my many servants. As you know, they are best unseen."
Meanwhile, the totally sweat-soaked, wild-eyed and naked female form was gasping for breath, desperately trying to recover from a nightmare that would have sent a lesser man...well, maybe Ryoga was one of the lesser men. Because, on seeing his pigtailed arch-tormentor, she snapped off a giant shard of glass with vinyl covering that made it seem like part of a painted wall.
Wielding it as a knife, she asked, "Ranma! Is this any way to start a date!!?"
(Posted Sat, 02 Aug 2008 19:45)
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