Spell check plz. sorry it is so short

blind 8

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Author's Notes; I would like to thank you all for taking the time to read this long and confusing work.

Comments to my reviewers;

1. I do have Spell-Check and run my stories through it. It is just some of my words are not in it. Most of it though is that I am typing so fast, as my work pours out of my mind, that I either skip letters if not whole words or turn that in to that. Would not mind being given the correct spelling for many of the words I misspelled.

2. As to proofreading, My proofreaders either do not notice, or never send back my work. Other Prereaders are in demand.

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in a small appartment in a near by ward, under random yuma attacks, we find a turning point for all the chaos;

'Tea for one. This is getting beyond habit.'

She is so alone, that she has lost her will to live. The only thing keeping her going is a wisp of a dream of hope that her son will return.

The phone rang.

"Moshi Moshi...I am Saotome Nodoka...Yes I have a son by the name of Ranma...Yes I have a Husband by the name of Genma...He Did What!...Where Can I Find that Fat Bastard!... Your Boss can talk about the Cost when I get my Husband!...Tendo? I know the Place, On my way."

She hung up the phone.

Grabbing the Family Blade, She wrapped it with care. With it tucked into her obi, she headed out to catch the train. For the first time sense he had grabbed Ranma and ran, Genma had stopped somewhere long enough for word to reach her. Time to collect what is hers.

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Ranma stood still. His arms out to the sides. Or rather Her arms. She was in a silk Bra and thong.

Nabiki is running her fingers under the bands of the panties and the bra, "A full and proper fit is very important. It reduces chaffing, offers support, and is almost invisible. "

"Only if I am wearing something over it. And Why a Thong, Why can I no have something a little more fuller, not so ..."

"Butt-floss?" Kasumi asked from her seat on the bench. "It is more then just for show, as it allows you to show more leg fully, but also begins the proses of dividing your focus. Besides Nabiki seems to enjoy handling you, and from what I see, I am most tempted to join her."

"Only if you share Tofu, sis." Nabiki stood up. "The short skirt, and vest I think. The Rest we can have sent home. Now pass me those boots and we can move on to the next store."

So Ranma, now female, wore a short skirt, a tight vest and knee high boots with a wide heel, as she tap-tapped along the shopping complex as the other girls oo'd and aah'd over this out fit or that. The only thing that kept Ranma from being depressed was the knowledge that both girls were dressed like she was.

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Akane was trying to work out what happened in the last two days.

1. A blind boy, who completely out strips her in the Arts, Shows up out of nowhere. Links up with her sister, and has this strange water based curse.

2. Same boy has not tried to touch her, has claimed that Kuno was poisoning her with his Morning roses, and takes his mastery of the Art to the next level by blasting afore mentioned rose.

3. There was something going on between Ranma and Nabiki, and Kasumi knew something about it. It was Big.

4. Ranma was not the only one who had shown up. His father, who sifts into a Panda, also arrived at the Dojo. He also told a rather funny story in a Kabuki form.

"Miss Tendo, the problem on the board, please."

Akane ran her eyes over the board. "X to the power of Z, all over 2Y minus A"

"How did you get that answer, Miss Tendo?"

"The Main answer came out in the Negative, so I inverted the whole thing by multiplying it by its ..." She spoke clearly, Ranma completely forgotten.

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It had been ten years sense Ranma had vanished.
It had been eight years sense Kimiko had passed.
It had been six years sense she had lost hope.

A Yuma jumped in front of her, and was cut in half by the flash of a silver blade.
Sailor Mars just watched the Woman resheath her blade and enter the train hub. "And they say I am quick on the draw..."

She had the car all to herself. She was feeling better, as she was now doing something.

A rowdy gang of thugs bussled into her car.
"Sweetness, Be my weakness" in badly accented English.

She ignored the rude punk, not because she was off great dignity, but because her mind was on something else.

"Yo Bitch, You hearing me?" Worse English, this time he had a butterfly knife.

She slapped the knife out of her face, and backhanded the punk. The gang drew out their items of Work. The Woman stood, and drew her Katana...

She wiped the blade clean, and slid it home. Picking up the fallen knife, with flick of her wrist snapped it closed, and tucking it into her sleeve, she shook her head. She then sat down in her empty car and waited for the train to pull into the Station. 'Kids these days, no respect for their elders.'