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It's back, it's beautiful, its another chapter of. . .Revenge.(Formerly Molly's Secret) Yeah, I love all of you too. Anyways, here's chapter 5, I hope you enjoy it and please, please send C&C -Komodo Nabiki chuckled. "Could only happen here. Most moms teach their daughters how to run a house, but you? You teach yours the fine art of mass destruction." A smirk crossed Ranma's face as she stepped back from the hug. "Hey -- quality time is quality time." -Goodbye is not Forever part 10, by Coutuva *********** DISCLAIMER The following is intended as entertainment. No money is being made off of this and all characters save those of my own creation are the property of their respective owners *********** As Lita walked through the Gym early that afternoon after her workout, she saw Molly whaling away on a punching bag. Dressed in sweatpants and a lycra top, sweat gleaming on her skin, Molly appeared to be trying to wear herself out. "Molly?" Lita asked, concerned. Molly didn't answer, she hadn't heard Lita, her thoughts were in a whirl. When she was fighting as Warrior, it was like she was someone else. Someone cold, determined. The need to kill flowed through her veins whenever she activated it. Was it years of pent up rage? Frustration? Or was the damn thing taking her over? And if it was, why did it suddenly change voices after touching that stasis field? Questions, so many questions, and they just kept piling up- "There's too many damn questions!" she yelled as she lashed out. The bag flew off its mountings and across the room where it hit the wall, breaking open. "Holy. . ." Blinking at the sound of another voice, Molly turned to see Lita standing there open mouthed and further on, the other inhabitants of the gym gathering nearby, attracted by her yell and the sound of the bag hitting the wall. Beyond that, she could see the manager approaching. "Aw hell," Molly muttered. ***** "That was some punch," Lita said. She and Molly were in the Gym's cafe, bottles of juice before them. "Yeah," Molly replied, staring at the tabletop. Even though the bag had been due for replacement anyways, Molly still had to pay for the replacement. She hated spending money. "What's eating you?" Lita asked. Bored with being subtle, she had fallen back on something she was more familiar with. Blunt directness. "Got a lot of questions," Molly replied. "What kind of questions?" "No offense, Lita, but I don't want to talk about them right now." "Fair enough." Lita glanced around and then hunched over the table, speaking in a near whisper. "Did Serena tell you what happened last night?" "No," Molly replied mimicking the move. "We're. . .not on speaking terms at the moment." "We ran into that Warrior lady-the one we told you about who beat up the youma at the Gardens? Anyway, we ran into her last night at the mall." "Y-you did?" "Yeah, and get this: she's some sort of prototype youma who's gone rogue." Molly had been sipping her juice when Lita had said and as a result, did a cinema-quality spit take. "R-rogue youma?" "Well, Amy says its only a theory, but it makes sense to me." "Rogue youma?" Molly asked again. Lita nodded. "Yep. That's the theory." With that, she repeated the morning's line of logic that had led to this conclusion. "So the next time she appears," Lita said, smacking her fist into her open palm. "We nail her." "But what if she's not a youma?" Molly asked. "What else could she be?" Molly was saved from having to answer as her watch went off. "What's that for?" "Business meeting. Darien stumbled on the deal of a lifetime and we have to decide whether to take it." "You are so lucky," Lita said as they started walking towards the changing room. "You have your own company, you set your own hours, must be nice." "Nice?" Molly repeated with a derisive snort. "Lotus is a bottomless pit of energy and time. As for luck. . ." she trailed off. "Luck was Darien able to convince the Trustees of the Shields Foundation that our manga was worth handing over the seed money to start a publisher just to get it out. Luck was having him agree to be our CEO. Without him, we probably would have been bought out several times by the bigger houses in hostile takeovers. By the time we're done with operational costs and salaries, Lotus usually only breaks even. That's why this meeting is so important. With this new money, we can start branching out and hiring young artists who are looking for a home for their creations. Plus, Amy and Raye are willing to sign on as Financial VP and Editor in Chief. That will keep me and Rei free to work on Notes." "Woah." "Yeah. The plan is to eventually have many mangas filled with different characters all existing in the same universe." Molly grinned. "And each and every one will be published by Lotus Inc." She pushed open the door to the locker room. "But that's not the best part." "Oh?" "Not only does the deal include investment money, but they are saying the A word." "A word?" "Anime," Molly said, grinning maniacally. "Lita, the investor is Matsudai Animation!" "Holy shit!" Lita exclaimed. M.A. was one of the oldest and according to some, the first animation house in Japan. They had been around for years. "Yeah, that was my reaction," Molly replied, pulling off her top with one hand while opening her locker with the other. "And as much as I want to celebrate, its all talk right now." "True enough," Lita agreed. "Hey, what are those scars from?" "Scars?" "Yeah, two of 'em, right there below the base of your neck." "Really?" "Yeah. They look like little crescent moons." "Dunno. Probably birthmarks or something." The conversation soon turned to other things and they chatted amicably as Molly finished dressing and headed out to the parking lot. As they approached her bike, Molly suddenly stiffened and sprinted across the parking lot to the exit. She stood there like a dog hearing a high pitched noise, staring at something across the street. "What's wrong?" Lita asked as she came running up behind her. Molly didn't answer and Lita followed her gaze to across the street, squinting as the sun shone into her eyes. Standing in front of a window was a very familiar looking young man dressed in black and then he was obscured by a rush of people. When she could see the window again, the young man was gone. "Crud," Lita muttered and then turned as something hit the pavement. Molly lay there on the asphalt, out cold. "Double crud." ***** Prince Diamant was brooding. Twice now the Guyver unit had interfered and twice had it brutally destroyed the hybrids. He could almost admire the ruthlessness which the host possessed. "A shame, really," he said. "What's a shame?" Beryl asked. His Queen looked up from her crystal ball. "That the host of the Guyver unit is an enemy," Diamant replied. "Their ruthlessness would make them a powerful ally. Instead, they will have to be destroyed." "And perhapss I can help with that," said a voice as something came bouncing out of the shadows to roll to a stop at their feet. It was Safiru's head. Moments later, a cloaked and hooded figure stepped forward. "My name isss Emissssary," it said. "My employerssssss wish to do business with you." A clawed hand emerged from the cloak and indicated the severed head. "Conssssider my presssence here our resssume and that," it indicated the severed head. "Our qaulifications." "I see," Diamant said as he leaned back in his chair. "Please, continue." He poured himself a glass of wine as the one called Emissary began to speak. 'And when our business is concluded,' Nemisis' Prince thought. 'I will string you and your masters up by your innards for laying your hands on my brother.' ***** When Molly awoke, she found herself staring at a wooden ceiling. She was lying on a futon and a cold cloth was on her forehead. "Wh-where?" "You're at Raye's temple," Lita replied. "It was the closest place to the gym." "What happened?" "You tell me," Lita said and then told her what she had done. "I don't remember doing that," Molly said when Lita had finished. "Oh crap!" She sat up. "The deal!" Lita planted her hand on Molly's chest and pushed her back down. "Relax, I already called Darien. You got a bunch of scripts to do, a few million yen in the bank and a buttload of papers to sign." She poured some tea. "How long have I been out?" "A few hours. Raye and I have been taking turns playing nursemaid." She passed Molly the tea. "It's almost midnight." "I see, thank you," Molly replied as she took a sip. Then her eyes widened and she spat the tea out. "How much yen?" She asked incredulously. ***** Molly sighed as she sat down on the temple steps. The others had long since gone to sleep, but she couldn't. The gap in her memory from leaving the gym to waking up in the temple bothered her more then she would like to admit. "What's happening to me?" She asked the dim stars overhead. "Why can't I remember?" 'You may not want to,' said the familar, dry voice in her head. "Kinsune?" Molly gasped. 'No, not exactly. Kinsune was the Kami in the sphere, I'm. . .I suppose a copy will suffice.' "A copy?" 'It's complicated. Touching that sphere gave me a lot to think about and that's why I've been quiet for so long. What did I miss?' "Hoo boy," Molly sighed. 'Interesting,' was all the Guyver said when Molly finished. 'And you have no memory of that?' "Nope," Molly confirmed. "One second I'm leaving the Gym, next thing I know, I'm staring at Raye's ceiling." 'Troubling.' "Yeah," Molly said. She was both pleased and upset. Pleased that the Guyver was speaking to her again, and upset because in speaking to her, the Guyver had reminded her of just how much she had missed it. As long as she heard that voice, she could never be sure of herself. Ever. She had no doubt the Guyver was real, but it talking to her? That was another matter entirely. 'Maybe I am losing my mind,' she thought. 'God, I miss Melvin.' http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Keep/5268/Fanfic/fanfic.html (Otakus Nodateus) Atractive Komodo Immortal Very Powerful Something or Another But Now Just another Git with a Net Connection. Also Known as Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Yada, Yada, Oooky, Spooky, Whatever. "I was on the Internet once. Every kind of perversion you could imagine, and the Hampster dance. Greatest ten hours of my life." -Joe Siry, Witchblade#43 Ro: "Another object from the past?" Zeta: "This was a writing tool called a pen, they said it was mightier then the sword." Ro: "Uh-huh, except a sword's bigger and sharper." Zeta: "I noticed that too." -The Zeta Project: "His Maker's Name." .---Anime/Manga Fanfiction Mailing List----. | Administrators - ffml-admins@anifics.com | | Unsubscribing - ffml-request@anifics.com | | Put 'unsubscribe' in the subject | `---- http://ffml.anifics.com/faq.txt -----'