Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Ultimate Antidote ❯ Preperations for the Dance ( Chapter 25 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Ultimate Antidote
Written By: Matdeception

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Chapter 20

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America. A den of heathens who accepted the abhorrent pustules of the human race, the people who had taken his target unwittingly under it's protection. He hated these people, almost as much as he hated 'him'. They were unwilling to do what needed to be done, unwilling to cleanse the stains the whole of humanity had unwittingly allowed to grow upon them. At least he, and his people, were willing to take that step. By virtue of that willingnus, by the purity of their blood and notions of honor, they were obviously homo-superior, they were the rightful commanders of this herd of sheep.

"Ah, Ambassador Tsunkino." a man dressed in a black as night suit greeted them, bowing respectfully. He supposed it was a nice introduction, but the sound of the man's voice as he spoke just screamed practiced, which annoyed him to no end.

"It is good to be here, Mr. Felps." Tsunkino bowed in response, "We have looked forward to visiting the Americas for some time."

"Likewise." he turned and motioned to a set of vehicles parked along the curb nearest the exit terminal, "We have arranged lodgings for you and your aids, as well as tour guides should you need them.."

"We are most gratious." Tsunkino responded, glancing quickly towards one of his aids, before turning back to the man. The aid nodded in response, stepping off to the side and returning to the airport. "Let us be off then."

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He watched them climb into the vehicles, and drive off into the busy streets. Infiltrating the country as one of the Ambassador's aids had been a success. Reaching into his long coat, he pulled out a small plastic cylinder, it's insides hidden behind the glossy texture which held it secure. Sparing the surroundings a quick glance and finding nothing out of the ordinary, he snapped the tube and retrieved the articles within. Unrolling the papers, he spared them a quick glance, before folding them up and placing it inside his coat pocket.

"TAXI!" he shouted with a thick accent, lowering his straw hat just enough to keep his features unnoticeable.

As if sensing money to be made, a yellow taxi cab zoomed up, nearly clipping an old lady trying to cross the street. Opening the door, he slid in the back, ordering, "Bayville."

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Kitty yawned tiredly, idly wrapping up her hair into a pony tail. "Man, like, so tired."

Rogue smirked a bit, looking just as tired. "Shouldn't have stayed up so late talkin ta Lance."

The vally girl rolled her eyes at that, "Yeah, right, like I stayed up late just to talk three minutes with Ranma." she tentativly poked her in the shoulder, careful to hide her worry as she commented, "Though.. guess it was worth it, hmm? He said he loved ya."

Rogue smiled a bit, not the nervous and confused smile she gave her last night after he had said it, but a kind of tender one. She supposed that should give her some comfort, but it didn't, there was just something about the suddeness of it all that had Kitty's nerves set on edge. Rogue simply ignored the topic, reaching out and pressing the Elevator call button. A chime sounded, before the doors parted, allowing them access to the elevator.

Stepping in, Kitty pressed the down button, while Rogue leaned up against the back of the elevator tiredly. As the doors began to close, Kitty blinked as Jean came running down the hall, yelling at them to hold the elevator.

Kitty was just about to reach forward when Rogue grabbed her by the arm, scowling, "Let her wait for tha next one."

She looked back to Jean just as the doors closed, blinking in confusion. Rogue released her, leaning up against the wall and bitterly staring at the doors. A small sense of vertigo settled at the base of her stomach, rising a little as the elevator began it's descent. "What was that about?" Kitty asked, gazing at the other girl curiously.

"Nothin." Rogue snapped seriously, a sure sign she didn't want to talk about it.

"Oookay." Kitty mumbled, her feeling that something was wrong only increasing.

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Jean sighed as the doors closed. She had been hoping to catch it, hoping for a chance to perhaps say something to Rogue, start mending the broken bridges so to speak. She shouldn' have expected the girl to be forgiving, especially not so soon after her tryst with Ranma. Pressing the elevator call button, she patiently waited for the elevator to return.

"Morning Jean."

Jean threw the owner of the voice a glance, smiling slightly, "Hello, Scott."

Scott carefully hid how nervous he was feeling just being around the girl. She had asked him to the dance last night, and try as he might, he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach at the prospect. "Any clue what Forge has planned for Kurt?"

"Oh.. uh." she shook her head, "Afraid not."

"Okay." he hmmed. Nervously pulling on the hem of his collar, he chanced to ask, "So.. I'm looking forward to our date tonight."

"Yeah, me too." she responded, a slight tension in her voice.

Before he could respond to that, the elevator door's pulled back, opening to allow them entrance. Stepping in, both teens reached for the down button, their fingers making slight contact with each other as the depressed the switch. Scott could swear he felt a slight shock at just touching her. He gulped, chuckling nervously, "Sorry."

Jean spared the boy a look, smiling outward while inwardly she rolled her eyes. Crush apparent. She should of known. He was starting to look like a ten year old boy who had just found out they liked girls. It was cute, and very appealing, but the farthest thing from her mind she wanted to deal with just then. "You're so jittery." she noted with amusement.

"Heh, yeah, well.. you have that effect on me." he slyly replied. Yeah Scott, your one cool mofo.

Jean rolled her eyes inwardly.

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Kurt stared at himself in the mirror, decked out in various mechanical devices designed by Forge. A helmet not unlike those used in the space program, a hose, presumable to keep oxygen flowing to the head set, popped out the top and flowed down his back to a rather large back pack containing who knew what. He knew Forge was a smart guy, doubt he'd ever meet anyone smarter then he was, but half the stuff he used always set him on edge. Couldn't expect anything less, really. No matter how smart Forge was, he still got himself caught in Middleverse for nearly 30 years. "What's all this stuff for anyway?" he asked nervously, glazing at the weird gloves he was being forced to wear.

Forge rolled his eyes. "It's completely safe, I assure you. The equipment is designed to slow down and scan the spatial eddy you travel too while porting. I highly doubt you'll even notice the difference yourself, well.." he chuckled, scratching his head nervously, "Well, at least not too much."

"Fillin me with confidence here, doc." Rogue shook her head. She really didn't like the idea of a mad scientist like Forge doin this and that with Kurt. "Why do we gotta be here anyway?"

Jean, having arrived with Scott earlier, answered that question, much to Rogue's annoyance, "Because he's part of the team. We may not actually be needed here, but we are to provide support if it's needed."

Kitty spared Rogue a glance, frowning a little as the girl gritted her teeth through Jean's little speech.

"Jean's right." Scott agreed, "Better to be safe, then sorry."

"Whatever." Rogue snorted.

"Heh.. thanks guys." Kurt really meant it. Knowing they were there to help if something went wrong really meant something to him. "Alright Forge, think I'm ready to go."

Forge nodded, tapping on his lap top. "Alright. First, I want you to teleport to my old lab at the school. Wait a few moments, then teleport back. Okay?"

Kurt nodded, "Sure." before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

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Kurt could immediatly feel a difference. Where as per his normal affairs in this matter, the transfer was instant, and he hardly ever realized he left the normal world. As he crossed dimensions, everything jerked to a halt at first, before slowly gaining speed. His vision returned slowly, a land mass making it self apparent. It was rocky, with little vegitation, charred and cracked as if it had never seen water before in it's life. Desolate, as if it had never known the touch of a living being setting foot upon it's surface. Filled with fire and brimestone, Kurt could only think of one word to describe it all.

"Cool."

Flying overhead, he continued on his way, instinctually knowing where he needed to go within this dimension.

As he passed a rather large outcropping of rocks, he missed a shimmering figure begin to stir. Likewise, he missed the figure's form shimmer like a chamelons, fading to reveal a monstrous adapatation of a velociraptor. It's beady eyes tracking the traveling mutant, yet taking no action to impede his journey.

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Kurt fought a sense of vertigo as he reappeared. Eyes quickly becoming accustomed to the dim lighting of the room, he nodded in satisfaction. Forge's old lab, he had made it. He paced around the room for a few moments, before nodding to himself and once again vanishing in a puff of a smoke, as if he had never been there.

The room fell silent with his exodus, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until the space Kurt had vanished began to distort, twisting and turning on itself as if something was trying to break through the dimensional barriers. A ghostly image of a massive claw broke through the distortion, before vanishing entirely as space stablized.

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"Fascinating." Forge mumbled, fingers flying over the lap tap as the information began trickling in.

Kurt peeled off the gloves, setting them aside. The trip to 'Shadowverse' had been thrilling, if a bit weird. The thought, at least at first, of traveling to a hellish place like that was cool at first, but the euphoria from that was quick to wear off, leaving him with only questions. Why did he travel there of all places? What was the connection? He really needed some time to think on all this, "Glad I could help. You find anything out yet?"

"No." Forge shook his head, "It'll take a few hours to go through all this information. I'll tell you as soon as I figure anything out."

"Thanks."

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Kurt grinned, pushing away his breakfast tray, "It was really weird. Kinda scarey at first, but not all that bad."

"Must be exciting." Jean smiled with a nod, "Any information from Forge yet?"

Kurt shrugged, shaking his head, "Didn't tell me anything. Said it would take awhile to figure everything out."

"We'll see if anything new comes up after school today." Scott spoke up, eyeing the little guy fondly, "Hey.. has Amanda asked you to the dance yet?" he asked, changing the subject.

Evan grinned, "Yeah! Has she? She seems all sweet on you."

Kurt suttered shyly, shaking his head, "Not yet. I don't even know if she will, she's real shy. But.." he crossed his fingers, "Here's to hoping."

Scott nodded, eyeing Evan, "What about you? Any prospects for the dance tonight?"

Evan grimaced, shaking his head, "Nah, don't think I'm going."

Jean blinked, "Why not?"

"Eh.. don't really feel like it." he shrugged, waving off her concern, "I'll just stay home or something, catch up on homework, maybe."

Kurt chuckled, "Yeah, right. You? Homework?"

"Hey!" Evan scowled, "That's not.."

"Excuse me."

Evan stopped talking immediatly at that point, woodenly turning his head over his shoulder, eye's latching onto a smooth washboard stomach and exposed belly button. Gulping, his eye's tracked upwards, lingering overly long on a pair of full breasts, before climbing up to a shaply neck, full pouting lips, and crystalline blue eyes framed with hair of gold. It was Emma. "Uh.. heh.. hehe.. hi, uh.. yo.. uh.. sup." he suttered out nervously. This was the first time she ever looked at him, much less talked to him.

Jean blinked as well, surprised the girl would just come up out of the blue to their table. Wasn't this the girl practically throwing herself at Ranma?

Scott was currently praising the All Mighty no one could see his eyes, he was certain if Jean saw him staring she'd let him have it, and have it good.

"Hi." she sauntered over, ignoring everyone else at the table as she slid into a chair next to Evan, slowly, deliberatly crossing her legs as she did so. Every single guy present watched those long shapely legs, so focused on her smooth skin they failed to see the sinister smirk on her lips at the act.

Jean frowned.

"I'm Emma.. you're Evan, right?" She asked with a sugar sweet smile.

"Uh.." he fingered his collar. Geesh, was it getting hot in here? "No.. I mean ya, no.. Uh.. sure?" he continued to stutter shyly.

Emma just smiled, a warm, sweet, and rather seductive smile. "You're cute, you know that?" she raised one hand, cupping his cheek, "So cute."

Jean knew a wolf in sheep's clothing when she saw one, especially with this blatant come on. She wanted to snap, call her numerous things like 'tramp' and many other colorful varients in that line of thinking, but thought better of it. She remembered seeing her after her tryst with Ranma, and it wouldn't be to far fetched to think she knew the truth too. No, better not mess with her until she knew the truth about that little matter.

Evan blushed so bad he threatened to become a permanate member of the Tamatoe race. "Heheheheheh." he chuckled, nearly insane.

"Do you have a date for the dance, Evan?" Emma grabbed hold of his eyes with her own, staring deeply. "Would you.. like to go with me?"

"YES!" he screamed, surprising Emma, and everyone else at the table.

Jean facepalmed as kids from all around turned to stare at them. Evan really needed to learn to control himself.

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"Clean the pipes first?" Nabiki blinked, staring at Ranma weirdly. "What does that mean?"

Ranma smirked evily, "Heh.." sparing a glance to the other guys, most of whom looked lost at how 'cleaning the pipes' related to Nabiki, before responding, "Jus sayin. Bein a guy, some things are gonna change up here." he tapped his head, "You'll still be you, y'know, but you'll have to deal with some changes. Chemicals and some crap."

Nabiki sniffed, rolling her eyes, "If you can handle being a girl half the time, I think I'll be fine."

Peitro eyes widened in shock, as he finally connected the dots, "NO WAY! YOU'RE GONNA CURSE YOURSELF?!?"

Fred blinked, "Oh my god."

"Can I watch?" Toad suddenly interjected, earning himself a slap in the back of the head from Tabs.

Wanda just sighed bitterly, "You can't be serious Nabs, this is so.. screwed up."

Nabs leaned over, grabbing the distraught girl around the shoulder, bringing her into a tight hug, "Ahh, you just need some cuddle time.."

Wanda blanched, blushing badly while pushing away from the girl and crossing her arms over her chest, "Stop doing that!"

Nabiki hmmed innocently, "Doing what?

Ranma eyed the witch curiously, before realization dawned on him. "Oh.. oh my god.."

"What? What happened?" Tab's leaned in close. What was going on.

Ranma's eyes watered a bit, before turning to Nabiki. "Oh.. Nabs.. please.." he started begging, almost pathetically.

Nabiki hmmed, blowing on her nails a little, "What is it, Saotome?"

"TEACH ME!" Ranma cried, lowering his head respectfully.

Wanda's blush only increased.

"Wha? Do what? What can she teach you?" Peitro blinked. What the hell was going on?

Lance hmmed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he examined the Scarlet witch. It took only a few moments for him to nod, turn to Nabiki, and lower his head as well, "Teach me, Masta Nabs."

Fred scratched his head, getting fed up with all this, "Alright, what the hell did you do?"

Nabiki smirked, reaching into her sleeve and pulling out a lacy red Bra, which Wanda immediatly grabbed away from her, "I call it, 'Pluck Yew.'"

"I call it harrasment!' Wanda scowled, raising a fist menacingly, "If you ever do that again.." only to have her warning cut off as Peitro, Fred, and Toad's heads slammed against the table, their voices rising in tandem, "Master Nabiki, we await your instruction!"

Tabitha rolled her eyes, "Men."

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Kurt frowned, chewing on his pencil, mind lost admist a sea of equations and thoughts. The FOIL Method is a process used in algebra to multiply two parenthesis. Previously we learned how to use the distrubtive property to make sure that the term outside the parenthesis, 7 in this case, is multuplied by every term inside the parenthesis. "Argh.. what do I do if the term outside the parenthesis isn't even a single term? But another one with two terms?" he sighed, lowering his head. Man, he really needed to put some more effort to study all this stuff. With all the recent excitement, his grades had really been going down the crapper.

"Emma Frost.." Evan sighed.

Kurt rolled his eyes. Guy hadn't even put an effort into trying to figure the lesson out. Not that he could blame the guy, Emma, a very attractive girl by all accounts, had asked him out. He couldn't blame the guy for acting that way.. god knows he wanted to. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared longingly at a certain girl who had been invading his thoughts a lot of late. Amanda Sefton, a girl with long brown hair, a deep brown complextion, and eyes that had long since captivated him. Kitty was his first crush, and he realized she only had eyes for Lance at the moment. It was a sad thing to realize, and he knew it made him more fearful of being hurt again, which was why he quickly turned his attention back to his paper when she looked up and caught him staring at her. "Idiot." he grumbled.

Amanda smiled wistfully. He was so cute, especially when he started acting shy. Quickly scribbling down a note, she passed it along the kids in front of her, pointing to Kurt.

Kurt blinked when the note arrived, tentatively glancing back, a blush quickly growing on his cheeks at the shy little smile she flashed him. Grabbing the note, he nervously opened it and read the words therein. Blinking, he looked towards her and nodded his response.

Blushing, she pushed back her hair, averting her eyes by returning them to her work sheet. Dear me, butterflies had suddenly started wreaking havok with her tummy.

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Kurt nervously patted his clothes down, hoping to remove any peice of dirt or wrinkle present on his clothes. Take a deep breath, Kurt ole boy. Breath in, Breath out. She's just a girl you have a crush on, so what if she asked to talk to you after class. She probably just wanted help with her home work or something. Yeah, that was it. This probably didn't have anything to do with him, or the possibility of a date. Yeah, that had to be it.

"Hi, Kurt."

Kurt froze, hands suddenly shaking as a distinct veil of nervousness crossed over his chest. Turning around, nervously scratching the back of his neck while chuckling, "Ah! Heh. Amanda, surprised me. Uh, not that that's a bad thing.. uh.." he sighed, a little despondant. "What's up?"

Hugging her books to her chest, she nervously bit her lower lip, "Ah.. nothing much. I was just wondering.. umm.." say it girl, just come out and say it. What's the worse that can happen? He says no.. argh. "How are you? With all the busy work with midterms, I really haven't had a chance to talk to you much."

"Ah." she was just worried about him. He shrugged, smile becoming a little forced, "Everything's fine, I suppose. Just been a hectic two weeks."

"I.. see." Amanda steeled herself, "I don't suppose you have a date for the dance yet?" crossing her fingers as she did so, totally oblivious to the fact he could see her doing so.

Kurt felt his heart skip a beat. Could it be? No way, it couldn't, could it? Maybe she was wondering if they could car pool or something? Her date and his? Argh. Don't look at it like that Kurt ole boy! For all you know, she could be trying to ask you out! Just say it, just answer her! "Uh.." he coughed, before shaking his head, "No, not yet."

"Would you like to go with me?" she quickly blurted out.

Kurt blinked, hands no longer trembling nervously, but now trembling from the distinct desire to hop and holler like an idiot. "Hell yes!" he said a little too excitedly, gladly nodding with a smile from ear to ear.

"A-alright." Amanda suttered, as red as a tomatoe, "I'll call you after school?"

"You bet!" Kurt grinned.

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Ranma stared blankly at the wall, finding it by far the most interesting aspect of his current situation. He was not alone in this regard, as many of the other guys in his class were doing the exact same thing. Why you might ask? The Dance was tonight, and it seems their speech teacher, Ms. Thornstad, had designated the last half hour of the class going over 'protection' girls should carry with them on this night. He had the distinct impression the woman had gotten dumped after a certain 'incident' in a similar event, and was thusly trying to make up for it by torturing all of them. Why on earth the administration would allow a speech teacher to go through such a lesson was beyond him, he'd never understand Americans at this rate.

"Now girls, this is what we call 'condoms'." Ms. Thornstad explained, ripping open a small plastic article, expanding the condom to it's totallity in front of them. "It's paper thin, comes in different sizes, and even has the possibility of carrying fun little aspects, like enhanced ribness, extra bumps, so on and so forth. All this is fine and dandy, but let us not forget the actual reason for using one of these."

Rogue, despite her attempt at apathy to the whole thing, and the unseemly amount of make up she wore, could do nothing to hide the atomic rouge blush blazing across her cheeks. 'This can't be happenin.' she cried inwardly, sparing fleeting glances at a currently wall staring jock, an act that was noticed immediately by Risty and Emma alike.

Risty thought the whole thing as a big waste of time. What did the teacher think this was, the prom? No way was something like that going to happen on a event like this, right? Spying Rogue glancing at a certain pigtailed boy, she quickly realized she needed to act, and act soon to stop her friend from making a possible mistake. She wanted to get them together, but not this fast!

Emma had numerous thoughts on her mind. Evan was one of them, but by far that one was far and away from the focus of her attention. Rogue however was at the center, next to Ranma. When she saw the girl throwing glances at him during the discussion on condoms, it only futher proved to raise her warning signs that she would need to act quick to nip this little problem in the bud.

Nabiki pulled out a banana, "Could you show me how to put it on?"

Ranma crashed out of his chair at that point.

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"I've looked over the information time and time again, Professor. Much of the realm Kurt travels to while 'porting is similar to my own Middleverse, if a bit more hellish. A keen difference is that in Middleverse, most of the animal life was non-dangerous, or at least they never tried to eat me." Forge explained, bringing up a digital picture of a monstrous dinosaur demon monster, "These, however, are ever present within Kurt's realm. I don't know what they are, aside from the general appeareance of a reptilian hybrid akin to something from the dinosaur era. I won't know more until we repeat the experient and set the scanners to focus more on them, then the general surrondings."

Logan frowned, "I don't like it Chuck. It was one thing sending the kid in there when we didn't know what to expect, but sending him in when we know there's things like this in there, sounds stupid to me." he wisely ignored the fact they should have been concerned from the very get go.

"I couldn't agree more, Logan." Xaiver nodded, "Which is why, if you'll agree, we'll arrange it for you to accompany and protect Kurt on the next attempt."

The big man grunted, nodding, "If he wants to do it that way, I don't have a problem helping the kid."

Forge hmmed, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We'll ask when he gets home, in the mean time I'll set up an additional suit to help carry you through the dimensional realm in time with Kurt."

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Scott blinked, before smiling warmly, "She asked you, did she?" leaning forward a little, he patted the guy on the shoulder, "Good for you Kurt."

"Yo, can today just get any better?" Evan sighed, gazing into space as if nothing in the world mattered. Kurt grinned at that, "Not possible. This is the best I've felt in months."

Jean spared the table where Rogue, Risty, and Ranma had agreed to take their lunch break at. She was dying to know just what they were talking about, as all three looked pretty red in the face. Maybe she should cheat a little and spy? Eh.. "Hey Kurt, you're taking Amanda to the dance, right?"

Kurt sighed happily, "Yeah."

Jean really didn't want to say this. It would serve to remind the guy just how differnt he was compared to everyone else, but in her humble opinion, she figured it was better to say it now then Amanda to find out half way through their date the guy looked like a demon. "Well.. maybe you should wear gloves? So she doesn't feel your fingers.. ah.."

Kurt blinked, staring at his hands, "Uh.." he sighed. She was right. Last thing he wanted was to freak the girl out. "Yeah, suppose you're right." he thought about it for a moment, before shrugging to himself. If wearing gloves let him get close to Amanda, then it would be worth the price in the end, at least as far as he figured.

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Risty picked at the food nervously. She wasn't hungry, not by any means of the word. Her nerves were round up tight, and it was only getting worse with the silence she was forced to endure. It had to be fate trying to kick her in the ass with what happened in Ms. Thornstad's class. Honestly, what were the odds that woman would pick today of all days to spring this on them, considering Ranma and Rogue had only recently gotten together. Giving Rogue a quick glance, she wasn't surprised to find her gazing blankly, with a rosy blush, at everything but the boy they had invited to sit with them. Only the gods knew what the girl was thinking at that point. Risking a peek at Ranma, he seemed abnormally subdued for some reason, as if he was lost in deep contemplation. Why, she couldn't begin to guess. In the end, she just knew she had to say something, a little advice that would keep the two close, but not as close as Thornstad seemed hell bent on explaining to everyone. Yeah, that's what she'll do.

...

How the hell was she going to come up with something like that?

"So.." Ranma shook his head, coming out of his thoughts and initiating conversation, "You decide whatcha wearin to tha dance, Rogue?"

Rogue startled some what, not that Risty could blame the girl. If you asked her, the teacher had put particular emphasis on her, which was galling her to no end. "Uh.. not really, no." she cooly replied, "Whatever I feel like, I suppose."

"Nothing too revealing tho." Risty warned, "If Kelly catches anyone in that type of get up, you can bet he'd be out for blood."

Ranma rolled his eyes. Kelly was a wimp, at least compared to his old principal. No pineapple bombs? No life or death struggles to save one's hair cut? Talk about a pushover. Still.. best just to agree with Risty. He was already in enough trouble with his hormones going out of control with Jean, better to just not compound the problem. "You'll look good in whateva ya wear." he commented casually, "I'm the one gonna be dressin up all weird."

Rogue hmmed, glancing towards Risty, before turning back to Ranma, "You said somethin about that last night. What's so bad about yer get up?"

"Eh.." he chuckled, nervously. What the hell could he possibly tell her? 'Oh gee, Rogue. She has me dressin up in a jacket that does little to hide my front, a g-string that could be used as a jock strap, and enough leather to kill a deer three times over, all just to impress you'. Pfft. Yeah, that'll work. "It's a surprise." he responded, cryptically.

Risty grinned, leaning in close, "Ooooh. Is it something designed to sweep my friend off her feet? Have her swooning like some gullible princess?"

Rogue blinked, frowning curiously at that. What was Risty saying?

"Well, no." Ranma shrugged, "Jus, well, you'll see." he eyed the clock. "Lunch is about over, I need to run to Ybarra's class." he stood up, grabbing his book bag, "You comin with Kitty to pick Lance up?" he directed his question towards Rogue.

"Uh.. yeah."

Ranma grinned, leaning down, cupping her chin between thumb and fore finger, lifting her head up gently and leaning in, "Can't wait to see you tonight."

Rogue really didn't know how to respond. This type of situation rarely if ever came up for her, due to certain reasons which were obvious. Instead of saying anything, she crossed the remaining distance and kissed him in response.

Risty raised an eyebrow curiously, but said nothing.

Ranma smiled into the kiss, pulling back after a long moment, "See ya."

"Ya." Rogue replied, a little dizzy.

Risty watched him go, a slight frown on her features as he went. Turning back to Rogue, finding her unmoving, she couldn't help but let a sigh slip out at that. "I don't know who lucked out here, him or you."

Rogue blinked, coming out of her little haze, gazing blankly at the other girl. "Uh.. both of us?"

"Maybe.. it's just weird." Risty shrugged.

Frowning, she gave the girl a long, serious glance, "What's weird?"

"The little things." Risty explained, "Until yesterday, I didn't think you two were that close. Then suddenly he takes this huge leap in your relationship, and it's like he's been dating you for as long as he can remember." she hmmed, "By the way, just what happened with you and him that had you so pissed yesterday?"

Rogue bristled. She didn't want to be reminded of what had happened, even if she knew she couldn't hide from it forever. "Why?"

Risty watched her carefully at that. What was she getting angry at? "Just trying to figure out why he's acting like this."

"You sayin this is all an act of some kind?" Rogue didn't want to hear any of this crap. She really didn't, and if it was anyone other then Risty, she'd tell em to go to hell before listening to it.

Risty frowned, "I dunno about that. I'm just sayin whatever had you so pissed at him might have something to do with it. Maybe it's nothing, maybe I'm just paranoid, or maybe I'm right and whatever happened between you two changed something." she shrugged, "Heck, whatever happened, if it keeps you two together like this, I say keep doing it. " she reached over, placing a hand gently on her friend's shoulder, "I mean that. He seems to really like you, just don't do anything that'll change the way he's acting with you, kay?"

Rogue blinked, "But.." What the hell does this mean? What the heck was the girl trying to get at?

"Promise me, Rogue." she stressed, "I don't want you ending up alone again, who knows how long it'll take me to find another guy like that for you to get your claws in." she winked that last part out, jokingly, "Just don't do anything to drive him away."

"Ah.." Rogue shuddered a little bit, as if really really cold, "Ahright."

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Ranma spared the fence a long, long look, glancing left and right less any errant falculty members or security officers happened to stumble upon him. He really didn't want to do it, but he had promised to help the girl get ready for her date, and as it was he knew it was going to take awhile to get everything set up. "Ready Nabs?" he whispered, harshly.

"Yeah." she spared only a moment to make sure her bag was strapped tightly in place. "Carry me away, o-great prince." she swooned, holding her arms out as if expecting to be enveloped in a tight little hug.

He rolled his eyes, poking her in her chest while lowering one arm, sweeping her legs out from under her. Picking her up in his arms, he spared no more time and began bolting for the fense.

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Nabiki gave the contents of her bag a long, long look. Despite her outward appearance on the matter, she was beginning to have second thoughts about this. I mean, seriously, this was taking it a tad too far, at least as far as she figured. But she couldn't back out now, she doubted anyone would see it as anything other then being cowardly. She gave Ranma a look, the guy looking as if he wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment, not that she could blame him for that, she supposed. If only he'd ask her not to do it, then she wouldn't do it.

"Bath ready?"

Ranma nodded, rubbing the back of his head nervously, "Ya, eh.." he sighed. There was never any chance of talking Nabiki out of something like this, and he knew it. He had to admire the girl for her tenacity, he supposed, he only wished she wasn't so serious about something so damn weird. "Let's get this thing going."

Nabiki nodded, though sighed inwardly. It figured. Taking two heavily creased packages from her bag, she stared at the illegible Chinese written all over it for a short time, before shaking away her doubts. "Just pour this in the water, and jump in?"

"That's about right." Ranma grunted, leaning against the wall. "Just tell me when yer, uh, well.. male."

She nodded, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Quickly discarding her clothes, she tentativly reached one hand inside the water, unable to stop a sharp shiver as the cold water came into contact with her heated flesh. She'd like nothing more then to take a scalding hot shower at this point, but knew better then that. Hot water would reverse the curse, while cold activates it. Well Nabiki ole girl, no hot baths, at least not for twenty four hours. Tearing open the packages, she watched with a sense of morbid fascination as the glittering dust exited it's package, filtering into the water below where it disolved into a soapy like subtance, before disappearing all together.

Stepping into the water, she was relieved to find the change had yet to take place. It allowed her a few moments of quite contemplation, to examine how everything felt while she was still a member of the fairer sex. Everything Ranma had said, about their being differences both in the body, and in the mind had scared her a little. The fear that she wouldn't be herself being the most prominent, but that was quickly banished. Ranma changed sexes all the time, and he didn't seem that much different while female, aside from a sense of rage that engulfed him whenever some one man handled her breasts. "Well, here goes nothing." she shrugged, sliding down to her butt, before fully submerging herself in the cursed waters.

A breif tingle shot over her body at first, as if an army of ants had begun to crawl all over her, invading every possible aspect. Slowly at first, through with increasing speed, she felt the changes begin to take place. Her nipples became erect as her breasts began to deflate, as if they were being sucked into her chest. That sensation was quickly ignored as her insides began to shift around, a jutting sensation making itself known in her special place.

Sticking her.. his head out of the water, Nabiki held his eyes shut for a long, long while. It took extreme will to force them open, to see the end result of her little experiement with Jusenkyo curses. "Oh.. oh god." he reached down, not yet noticing his once slim and slender fingers had been replaced by thicker, rougher ones, or that his voice had dropped an octave or two, clasping at a protruding object that hadn't been there before. Ignoring the alien sensations brought up by such an act, he struggled to his feet, immediatly grabbing hold of the railing as his balance nearly gave out on him. "Oh, this is great, I can't even walk!"

A knock at the door came, followed by Ranma's semi-concerned voice, "Yo, Nabs? Ya changed yet?"

"Gee, I dunno Saotome." he bit off sarcastically, "I got two ping pongs that keep getting smashed if I try to move my legs, this.. this.. peice of meat that.." he blinked, voice suddenly turning slightly fearful, "RANMA! HELP! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!"

That was all it took, the door flying open as Ranma rushed in. He stopped as he came within a foot of the girl turned boy, blinking curiously. Whoa, she had definately changed. Brown hair had been replaced with deepest pitch, her angular face replaced with something harder, more rugged, even slightly chisled. The rest of his body wasn't bad, slightly buffed, but not overly so. "Whoa.. Nabs..." he just didn't know what to say.

"Ranma!" he hissed, "What the hell is it doing?!?" pointing downward, "It just keeps growing, and growing, and growing! It's starting to hurt a little!"

The guy blinked, looking down. "Uh.."

---

Ranma fought, oh how he fought to hold in his giggles, but Nabiki was making the effort really really hard.

Nabiki scowled, blushing a little, "Oh shut up! How was I suppose to know it'd do that?!?"

"BUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" he flopped to the floor, holding his sides as if in horrendous pain.

Nabiki sniffed, an act that was cute while she was a girl, but just made him look weird now. "You're suppose to be teaching me how to act like a guy, not laughing at me 24/7!"

"Heheh.." he wiped a tear from his eye. Ah, this was making his day, "Sorry, sorry. Ya gotta admit, that was funny as hell."

Nabiki shrugged, smiling cattily, "No more strange then when you first 'touched' yourself as a girl."

Ranma laughter died a horrible, painful death at that retort. Responding seriously, "Point." he sighed, nodding. "Alright Nabs, first thing ya gotta know, and prolly realize, changin body mass, height, and all that mumbo jumbo plays hell with ya senses. You gotta work on gettin your balance back first thing."

"I'm not a martial artist, Ranma. How the heck am I gonna get my balance back before the dance?"

Hmmm. He realized they had a serious delimiea with that. Just how was she.. eer he going to get his balance back in time? "Well.. just walk around, get use to it I suppose." Best idea he could come up with, anyway.

"Gee, thanks. You're alot of help." Nabiki sighed miserably.

---

Ranma hmmed, nodding, "Did that faster then I expected. Only took an hour."

"Don't ask how I did it, either." Nabiki waved the question off he knew the guy was about to ask. He didn't know himself. He doubted he could dance, or anything more complicated then running, but at least walking he could handle. He spared the clock a long glance, nodding to himself, "Alright, let's get dressed. Only half an hour before the others get out of school. I wanna be ready to surprise Wanda the moment she walks through that door."

"Yeah, yeah." his partner in crime shrugged, heading into his room. "Y'know.." Ranma blinked, suddenly realizing something, before scowling at the girl turned guy, "I shoulda made you buy goth crap like this!"

Nabiki shrugged, "Hey, no sense blaming me for something you didn't think to do."

"I've been set up." he intoned, as if he only just realized it right then.

"You catch on quick, Saotome. That you do." he replied with a sinister grin.

Ranma scowled, "Oh shut up!"

---

Pulling up to the apartment, Lance glared at his roomies, a sure sign he wanted them the hell out of his jeep.

Peitro rolled his eyes hopping over the side. It was getting too stuffy in there anyway.

Wanda also removed herself, but at a much more leisurly pace. She be damned if any man forced her to do anything she didn't want to.

Toad didn't even care, he and Fred had much planning to do for tonight's scheduled mischeif, that they did.

Lance eyed them for a time, watching as they started up the stairs to their apartment, before turning to the final member in the jeep, "Alright Kitty." he said, a bit nervously, "I'm trusting you. Just don't bang her up or anything, okay?"

Kitty rolled her eyes, patting him comfortly on the leg, "Like, you know I won't do anything to hurt her. She's safe in my hands."

Lance raised an eyebrow curiously, "Last time you 'borrowed' it, didn't you drive it head first through a train?"

Kitty blinked, chuckling a little nervously, "Well, yeah, but like, I phased didn't I?"

He leaned forward with a half lidded gaze, "My front bumper is still missing."

"Think of it as, like, going out on tour?" she grinned, leaning forward herself and pecking the guy on the nose, "Come on, I need to get back quick, to get ready for our date."

Sighing, but nodding with a kind little smile, he got out of the jeep. "Alright, see you at seven."

Sliding over into the driver seat, Kitty grinned happily, "See you at seven." before validating Lance's fears by slamming the accelerator and nearly running him over. "WHOA!" she giggled nervously, quickly putting it reverse and getting the hell out of there before her boyfriend had a chance to object.

Lance groaned, rubbing his head tiredly as he watched her speed off. Why, oh why, did he feel like he made the biggest mistake of his life right then and there?

---

Wanda tiredly follow Peitro into the house, her brother immediatly taking the wireless phone and stepping out onto the veranda. For a second she was curious just what her brother was up to, but realized she didn't exactly care, either. Besides, her nerves were still far too frazzled to deal with any of his crap. Tiredly slumping into the couch, she quickly found her attention caught on a wall. People tended to think she was bored most of the time, and while that was true, it also wasn't. She liked to spend her time contemplating the future, the present, as well as the past. Before, her thoughts would range mostly in the vien of her father, and what she was going to do once she got her claws in him. Of late, a certain girl who just wouldn't take no for an answer had been invading her thoughts. Just what was up with Nabiki girl? Why couldn't she take no for an answer? A rude thought entered her mind right then, about a certain quote Nabiki had said a few days prior during that big date with Ranma, Risty, and Rogue. "The only girl who'll ever be right for that boy is a girl who just won't take no for an answer."

Did she think of her as the same way? She could admit she was a hard person to get close to, a defense she had long sense grown accustomed to during her days in the looney bin. You couldn't let a person get to close, it was simply a matter of time until they ended up hurting you. Whatever, she didn't want to think about it anymore.

"I can't believe I'm going out like this." she heard Ranma's dinstinct voice grumble down the hall. "Honestly, I look like a.. uh.." he sounded a little confused and lost, but quickly recovered, "Like a man-whore!"

"The hell are you talking about?" a distinct and very unfamiliar male voice reached her ears, peaking her interest some what. Who the hell was that? "If I wasn't a guy, I'd swear before the almighty I'd of jumped your bones in there."

"Uh, gee.. that's just weird." Ranma deadpanned, coming into the living room.

Wanda's eyes bugged out as she saw just what Ranma was wearing. A skin tight black leather shirt zipped up the front, only going so high as just below the area between his pecs, giving anyone and everyone a first rate view of his chest. The sleeves were short, but so tight you could see his muscles engraved in the tight leather as if the leather wasn't even there. That was only the beginning, though. Her jaw dropped as he eyes moved down, noticing the hell come hither tight leather pants that did little to hide just what was within them, forming expertly against his taunt little ass. With a gray strip going down either side of his legs, the leather formed to his ass and crotch like a rubber glove. She had to stop herself from gulping when she noticed the staggering bulge clear for the whole world to see in his front. Dear god, that's the outfit Nabiki had picked for the guy?!?!

"What can I say?" the unknown guy shrugged, following him in. Wanda spared him a glance. Black hair, rather cute she supposed, his oriental features certainly had an appeal, or at least as appealing as Ranma's held. His hair was combed back into a ponytail, which she supposed was a bit differnt, in a good way, from Ranma's usually pigtail. While Ranma was dressed in a dominatrix's wet dreamed, the other guy was dressed in loose fitting slacks, a black shirt, with a white jacket and matching tie. "I happen to find you sexually attractive, it's not like you didn't know that."

Ranma rolled his eyes, "Just.. shut up."

Wanda raised an eyebrow at that, too. The other guy seemed gay as well. A loss for the female gender, she guessed. Not that she cared, boy trouble was a trouble she could do with out.

The guy shrugged, idly glancing in her direction, "Oh.. hey, didn't know you were back."

Wanda eyed him weirdly, "You don't know me." she replied, coldly.

Ranma glanced over his shoulder, blinking for a moment, before a sly little grin popped into place, which only set Wanda's nerves on edge.

The guy grinned, running a hand through his hair rather vainly, "Oh, but I do, Wanda." leaning forward abit on the arm of the couch, he made a kissing gesture with his lips, "I told you I'd be here for that date."

Wanda blinked, "Date?" What the.. oh christ. Everything started to fall into place. Nabiki had said she would be a guy for the dance, this unknown oriental guy showed up, and now that she thought about he did look alot like Nabiki, at least in the eyes. "Nabiki?"

Nabiki grinned, sliding into place next to the girl and wrapping his arm around her shoulder before she could get over her shock, "The one and only."

Wanda wanted to say something at that point, but quickly found herself reacting by instinct and covering her chest, while pushing away from the girl turned guy while scowling, "STOP DOING THAT!"

Nabiki smiled devilishly, twirling the bra in his hand, "Ahh.. life is good."

Ranma chuckled, "I don't know how ya got Happosai to teach ya that, but ya seriously need to pass on the knowledge."

He hmmed on that thought for a moment, before shaking his head, "Nah, the bra is childs play, you could prolly figure it out. The real challenge is the underwear, you see you gotta.." he sighed, "Better just to show you. Wanda, get over here."

Wanda blanched, "Oh hell no!" quickly jumping to her feet and tearing all hell out of the room. No way was she going to let him, eer, her, no him! Arrrgh! Whatever! No way was that guy getting his creepy little hands on her underwear!

Ranma watched the girl run away as if she had the minions of hell on her ass, before turning back to Nabiki, "No, seriously, I haven't been able to figure it out. Whoever made those clasps had to be sheer genius!"

Nabiki rolled his eyes.

---

Fred quickly climbed the ladder, hopping over the side and onto the roof while tenderly cradling a small package in his hands. Looking left and right, he whistled twice.

Toad peered out from around a small obstruction, a sinister grin apparent. "You get it?"

Fred nodded, a wicked smile crossing his features, "Oh yeah." he set the package down, quickly tearing it open, "Took more green then I thought it would, but the stuff is tasteless, odorless, and garunteed to fuck anyone who drinks it up." he pulled out a rather large bottle, a prominent brown liquid within. Toad's eyes lit up like fireworks at the sight of it.

"Sweet man." he gazed upon their 'secret project' with delight. "Tonight all our hard work comes to the fore. Tonight.."

"It's.." Fred began.

"Operation.." Toad picked up.

Both shouted in Tandem, "Spike da punch!"

---

All over Bayville numerous teenagers suddenly shivered, a most ominous premonition.

Tabitha nearly tripped and choked on her icecream cone. For a reason she couldn't figure out, the urge to run like hell swelled up in her.

---

Kurt gave Logan a weary glance, "You sure this is safe?" he asked, making sure all the equipment was where it needed to be.

Logan grunted, "No clue. Prolly end up in a big fight, our lives on the line, for no better reason then ta give the geek somethin to look at." he thumbed towards Forge, "But hey, at least it won't be none too borin."

Xavier sweatdropped. That was hardly what he would call an appropriate pep talk.

Forge chuckled nervously, "Seriously guys, it's not going to be that bad. I'm just slowing down the rate at which Kurt travels through the Shadowverse, not sending you to your doom." He really wished these people had more faith in his skills. So what if he messed up from time to time, no one ever got hurt.. at least not permanatly.

"Perhaps.." Storm began, looking unsure of this whole experiement, "Perhaps it would be best not to go with such risks present?"

Kurt waved the woman off, feeling rather confident all things considered, "It's no problem, Storm. Let's just get this over with, I got a date to get ready for."

Xavier couldn't help but smile at that. It was nice to see one of his kids so happy, and getting on with their lives. "Very well. Forge?"

"On it." he hmmed, tapping over his lap top. "Ready when you are, Kurt, Logan."

Logan grunted, "Let's do it."

Storm rolled her eyes, "Might help to put your helmet on."

Frowning at that, Logan did as he was told.

"Alright." Kurt grunted, trying not to laugh at Logan. "Let's do it." he reached out, grabbing the older man by the arm, before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Forge blinked, "Oh, damn. Forgot to tell them."

Storm looked to the roof, mouthing 'It figures', before asking the obvious, "What now?"

"Oh.." Forge waved her concern off, "It's nothing. Just their air supply won't last more then ten minutes, and that they should hurry. I'm sure they'll figure it out."

"No doubt when they start suffocating." Xavier deadpanned.

"Well, that would certainly get them moving, wouldn't it?" Forge countered weakly.

---

Kurt gave the landscape another once over. While before he had been flying over the terrain, with his movement slowed down so much now he was actually having to foot it through the landscape. Oh well, what's the worse that could happen. "It's this way." he grunted, scaling the face of a cliff.

Logan sniffed the air, giving the surrondings a long, hard look, before following after the kid. "Be on yer guard kid, we ain't alone."

Kurt slowed for a moment, before quickly picking the pace back up. "Alright."

---

Logan grunted as the two jumped off a rather large drop. It was hotter then hell here, already he wished he could have a glass of water. Considering his survival training, that was really saying something. He didn't even want to imagine the agony Kurt had to be going through in this weather.

Kurt whistled a merry little tune, appearing completely at ease.

"Lucky son of a.." he grumbled as the kid started climbing a rather large rock face. Sighing to himself, he began climbing as well.

---

"There it is." Kurt suddenly spoke up, pointing off into the distance.

Logan squinted his eyes, trying to find whatever it was the kid had been pointing too. Seeing nothing, he grunted, "I don't see anythin."

Kurt shrugged at that, "I can't really see it, either. It's like instinct is telling me where to go, where things are in here." that was the best he could think about how to explain it.

"Whatever." Logan grunted, taking a few steps forward before freezing, a sudden shiver shooting down his spine.

Kurt blinked when the man froze, "Something wrong?" his answer came in the form of the sickening sound of flesh being rended, and the sight of Logan's claws popping out of his fists glowing as if they were charged by the will of the almighty. "What the.."

"Look out!" Logan scowled, leaping towards the stunned boy, slamming into him and forcing him to the ground as a shadowy figure slammed through the place he had been only a second prior. Landing roughly, Logan continued into his roll until he stood up on his feet, quickly whipping around to face whatever the hell had attacked them.

There. Huge. Menacing. With gaping jaws of promised doomed, teeth shimmering with a sickly colored saliva. The beast looked alot like an overgrown lizard, like a velociraptor, only instead of possesing a scaly hide, its hide looked more like silly puddy. Still, there was on aspect the savage man was sure of. It's sinister eyes screamed deadly intent, and insatiable hunger. "Bring it, punk."

Dazed from the sudden blow, Kurt struggled to his feet in time to see the creature and Logan lunge at each other. Slamming into the man, the creatures mass proving more then enough to redirect Logan's kinetic energy against him, both man and beast slammined into the ground, the beasts massive claws taking a deadly slash at the man's chest, which was only just narrowly avoided. The creature was not so lucky, recieving deep stabs to it's sides, wounds that were rather lethal.

Pushing the dying creature off, Logan quickly jumped back up to his feet and lunged towards Kurt.

Surprised, Kurt could do nothing as Logan grabbed him by the collar and began hightailing it in the general direction of the exit. "Move it kid! There's more of em!"

Kurt did as he was told, only getting thrity yards before he caught sight of numerous creatures like before hopping towards them from all directions. "Oh geesh!"

"Just run!" Logan scowled, forced to leap forward into a roll as two of the creatures lunged at him, crashing into each other and slumping to the ground in a broken heap.

Kurt slide to a halt, one of the creatures slamming into the ground in front of him. He was left with little time to think as the creature quickly reared back and charged him. Instinct took over then, the boy leaping up into the air, perfectly timing his jump so he could land just as the creature was passing underneath. The force of his landing caused the creature to lose balance, and crash haphazardly into the ground. Before Kurt could give himself a pat on the back, another creature slammed him in the back, butting him forward nearly twenty feet where he landed haphazardly.

Logan scowled, returning the favor as he ran after Kurt, evisicrating the poor beast before it even had a chance to blink.

Kurt hissed, the pain from the blow was quickly fading, but it still hurt something fierce. Stuggling to his feet, he was surprised to find himself half dragged by Logan as he started running. Risking a glance back, he felt a distinct shiver of fear rage through him. Hundreds, no thousands of the creatures were rampaging behind them, and they were getting closer!

"Run you fool! I can't carry ya all tha way!" Logan scowled.

That was all the incentive Kurt needed.

---

A breif distortion appeared in the old dusty lab, a few moments passing before Kurt and Logan came rushing through it. Unable to stop themselves, both rammed into a nearby wall before falling flat on their ass. Looking up blearily, Logan almost scowled at the sight of those demons pushing at the portal. It almost looked like they would make it through, but at the last possible moment the portal sealed itself shut.

Kurt was breathing hard, shaking with fear as he relived those final moments. More then once they had nearly managed to cut them off, to kill them. Dear god, had he been taking a chance like that every time he ported? What the hell would happen to him, or worse, some one else, if they ever got trapped in there?! The thought was sickening. "Never.. never going to port again. NEVER AGAIN!" he swore.

Logan didn't really have a way to respond to that. He didn't ever want to port again, either. Tapping his ear peice, he scowled angrily, "Forge, get that skinny ass over to the school. We are NOT teleporting back. NEVER AGAIN!"

Forge's voice came back over the calm, "Uh.. guess the trip was exciting?"

"One more word, and I'll murder you." the savage man scowled.

---

"He's late." the man replied evenly, staring at his watch with a small frown. "We may need to go with out back up plan." he said slowly, eyeing two rather large crates in the middle of their hideout, a warehouse on the far side of town. The crates were nearly eight feet in height, three feet across with blood red letters sprayed diagonally down it's side, the single word evident to anyone who bothered to look.

"NERO"

"Chill Sanada." his parter, a tough, if not slightly attractive, woman by the name of Akira who didn't even bother looking in his direction, instead paying meticoulous attention to a nearby table loaded with rifles, machine guns, and other various guns. "It's still hours before the Target even gets to were the information said he would be, we can wait a little longer.

Sanada nodded, eyeing a group of subordinates as they stripped out of their civilian disguises. "The Tourist strategy to infiltrate the country has met with great success, how many more are we expecting?"

"One more, they are due to arrive.." she trailed off as the Warhouse door began to lift, illuminating the darkened room slightly, a shadowed figure in a trench coat and a rather out of place straw hat, standing right at the opening clearly visible.

"Ah, Captain Kuno." Sanada grinned, stepping up beside him.

"Privy, how are things set?" the Insane kendoist slowly examined the Warehouse and it's occupants, fighting off a disgusted sneer when he noticed the boxes, before turning his gaze solely on Sanada.

"Everything's gone according to plan so far, sir." Sanada grunted respectfully, "Thirty of our Holy..." God he wished he had a different commanding officer, always having to Pontificate all actions and reports like a Shakesphear reject was annoying, "Warriors have arrived as ordained by the Kami. Our weapons to purge the cursed one have been gathered, with two Goliath units sent from above just to assure the Mission's success."

Kuno nodded, seemingly pleased, "Verily. Then, my good Peasent, tonight the Vegeance of Heaven will surely shine true!" he smirked, "Bayville High, host to the foul Demon Saotome, shall be purged in the name of Kami-sama!" he laughed looking up just enough to reveal from underneath the hat he wore a blood red eye peice over his right eye, one that narrowed dangerously and promised much pain in the very near future.

---

To Be Continued (I said it was, damn it!)


AN: Been awhile, I know. I really don't care to explain myself, since, y'know, I just don't want to. Heh, but I will. The majority of this fic was written while listening to the Linkin Park CD - Hybrid Theory. Due to strange misunderstandings of the retarded people I live with, that cd got thrown away and has never been heard from since. With it gone, i just couldn't really bring myself to focus on writing - ANY writing.

Well, I still don't have the CD, tho I suppose I should have just bit the bullet and gone out to buy another one, but considering how old the blasted thing finding it had turned out to be a big pain in the ass. Screw it, I'll just buy it online next time I get paid.

Yes, I have been working, a lot, and that's another thing that's taken a large majority of my time.

Oh, and I've been playing World of Warcraft - Sue me.

Enjoy the update, cause the next chapter will see the dance come out, some weirdness, and then a bloody revolution of sorts.

Yeah.

Matdeception