Ranma 1/2 Presents:
Shampoo 1/2
Epilogue 3
Drifting in the Night
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'A dream, dream, no dream.
You can feel the forest calling out to you.
A dream, dream, no dream
Close your eyes, my darling child.
When the dawn comes you'll see, these things I have for you.
Morning dew, and the scent of a jasmine summer breeze.'
'Lullaby'
English Lyrics by John Mitchell.
Originally by Hiroaki Sato.
Ukyou hated tubes.
She hated the long clear things through which a never-ending stream of
fluid coursed. Life wasn't meant to be dependent on pieces of plastic
embedded into the flesh. There was something horribly wrong with the very
idea, but now, in a way, her life was dependent on them. Oh, how she hated
them.
It was just like the electronic beeps. Those piercing little pulses that
sounded like someone was stepping on a mouse over and over again, until
you thought you were going mad. That was what the designers of those
machines were really up to, creating a high- tech version of the Chinese
Water Torture.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Exactly the same thing. Who would want to come out of a coma if that was
all there was to hear? If she had one of those designers before her, she
probably would have beat the tar out of him with her spatula, if she had
thought to bring that with her. Lord, how she despised those machines.
Ai had been hooked up to them since their return from the little 'jaunt'
D'Amour inadvertently took them on when he used the fold generators the
second time. It was nothing short of a miracle that Ai had not died on the
trip back. Thankfully, the life support equipment on TWPOS did function
properly. It was about the only thing that did.
After an arduous journey that seemed to last forever, they had at last
returned to Japan. Ai was transported to a real hospital and looked over
by true professionals. Curiously, Ukyou's original doubts about Bubbles
proved to be unfounded. Upon examining Ai, the doctors all agreed that she
had been given expert care, and that the operation that had been performed
on her had been the best work they had ever seen. When they asked Ukyou
the identity of the doctor, her response of 'she just said her name was
Bubbles' was met with disbelief. The doctors seemed convinced Ukyou was
hiding the identity of the physician, and would still occasionally try to
grill her about who really performed it, as if she would make up an absurd
story like that. That didn't seem to stop the physicians, who would inform
Ukyou that 'Dr. Bubbles' had checked on Ai and said she was still in
stable condition.
Shortly after arriving with Ai, one of the doctors contacted the rest of
the Konjous and informed them of her condition. They quickly arrived at
the hospital. The only one Ukyou recognized was Mariko, and that was only
because she had attacked the school before. Once the family found out what
Ai's condition was, and that Ukyou had been the one who had brought her
in, they began to interrogate her. They had gotten no further than the
first question before Ukyou broke down and began crying. Until that
moment, she hadn't realized how much she blamed herself for what had
happened to Ai. She knew she was responsible on so many levels. Ai had
gone with her to China only to watch out for her, had gone to the mountain
to protect her, had pushed her out of the path of Tessai's blade to keep
her from harm. At every turn she should have done something to turn Ai
away, but she hadn't, and Ai had paid the price.
Once she calmed down enough to explain things to the Konjous, they refused
to hold her responsible in the least. They even tried to convince Ukyou
that she wasn't to blame, though with little success. The best they
managed to do was to calm her down. Eventually she allowed herself to be
led out of the room and left the family alone with Ai. Ukyou remained
outside, sitting in a nearby lounge area, unable to stay very far away
from the room. Despite the Konjous' kind words, Ukyou still couldn't help
but blame herself for everything that had happened.
How long she waited in the lounge, Ukyou couldn't say; time had lost
meaning in her world of sorrow. She was so lost in thought that she was
unaware of the girl next to her until she spoke up.
"You couldn't have stopped her."
Ukyou looked up, startled by the intruding voice that cut through the
silent recriminations. Mariko had left the hospital room to talk to her.
Ai had mentioned her several times, and never in very glowing terms.
Mariko appeared to be around Ukyou's age, an inch or two taller, and with
blonde hair that was cut about as short as Akane's. She was wearing a
pleasant looking white top and pleated skirt. There didn't appear to be
all that much of a resemblance between the sisters. Their faces were
completely different, especially in the eyes. Mariko didn't appear quite
as fierce as Ai usually did. She was also missing the sort of confident
airs Ai seemed to perpetually carry with her.
Ukyou realized she was staring at Mariko and snapped out of her careful
examination. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I said there was no way you could have stopped her from going with you."
Mariko shook her head sadly. "Once Ai gets something set in her mind,
that's it. Nothing you can do will shake her out of it. You would have had
to chain her to Tokyo Tower to leave her behind, and even then that might
not have stopped her."
"I should have figured out something," Ukyou said as her head slumped
mournfully.
"Then it would be her wailing at you being hurt, and I'll let you know
something, she cries a lot harder than you do." Mariko saw that the joke
did nothing to lighten Ukyou's mood. She sat down in the plastic chair
next to the chef. "Ai will be fine. She's a tough one, and I should know,
I've had to live with the brat all of my life." It was then Mariko
realized something. "We haven't been formerly introduced. I'm Mariko, Ai's
sister." She bowed her head slightly.
Ukyou nodded her own. "That's what I thought. She's talked about you
before."
"And probably not too favorably, I presume?"
Ukyou reluctantly nodded.
Mariko gave a curt smile. "I'm not surprised. We haven't exactly been too
close for the last couple of years. More like rivals, actually." Mariko
sounded wistful as she continued. "It's all her fault, really. She just
had to muscle in on my martial arts cheerleading squad. Only one hen can
rule the roost, although in her case she's almost as much cock as hen."
Mariko laughed at her little joke.
"Ai is all woman!" Ukyou snapped, offended at the idea that someone could
be as feminine as Ai and still be called that. Even with her preferences,
that was absurd.
Mariko held up her hands in surrender. "Relax. I didn't mean to insult
you. I'm just not like you and Ai. I only like guys."
"I'm not like that either!"
Mariko stared at her in surprise. "I though you and Ai were going out. I
mean, she never said you were girlfriends outright, but from the way she
talked, it sounded like it."
Ukyou began wavering slightly. She hadn't thought of being called
something like that. She had always considered herself nothing more than a
heterosexual, even if she did cross-dress. "I'm not that way, except when
it comes to Ai, if that makes any sense."
"Not really," Mariko said after a moment of thought. "I guess Ai's got you
so confused you don't know what to label yourself, is that it?"
Ukyou's shoulders slumped as she realized Mariko had hit closer to home
than she probably realized. "I never really gave it much thought. I know I
love her. I couldn't tell you when or how it happened, but it did. But I'm
not the least bit attracted to any other women. I don't know what that
makes me."
"Weird," Mariko supplied.
Ukyou felt the edges of her temper begin to fray. "Look, you! I am not
weird and neither is Ai!"
Mariko shrugged her shoulders in response. "Sorry, but I think the whole
concept of two girls getting it on is weird, even if my sister does it.
That's my opinion, and I'm sticking to it." Mariko seemed to soften a bit
as she finished. "Ai will be happy to know you aren't interested in any
other girls, though. She can be really possessive and jealous."
"I know," Ukyou sighed, recalling various instances of those behaviors
from Ai, especially early on. "She's gotten better though."
"Better at hiding it, most likely," Mariko seemed to soften further. "You
really do love her, huh?"
"Yes."
Mariko seemed pleased that Ukyou would respond without the slightest hint
of hesitation. "She loves you too. She's gone on about people before, but
not like you. Never like she has about you." She watched with an amused
grin as Ukyou blushed. That was all the proof she needed about Ukyou's
sincerity. There were some other things she needed to ask, however.
"Ai does have some rather unusual problems you might not be aware of."
Ukyou shook her head. "Ai told me about them. Don't worry, I'm definitely
not going to use her like that. Hell, if I had some of the jerks that did
those things to her before..." Ukyou let the threat trail off, wishing she
had her spatula with her, even if for no other reason than to feel its
reassuring touch.
"All of them were punished in one way or the other," Mariko assured her.
No matter what problems existed between the sisters, Mariko would never
allow anyone to harm Ai like that again. Apparently she did not need to
worry about Ai's current love interest either, in that respect. That was
something of a relief. Even if Mariko didn't approve of such behaviors, at
least Ai was happy, or would be once she regained consciousness.
"My parents rather liked you," Mariko informed her. "Don't worry about
keeping the relationship a secret. They might not approve of Ai's
lifestyle, but they accept that that's the way she is, and won't hold it
against you."
"Ai said as much." Ukyou told her, once again catching Mariko slightly off
guard. She hadn't realized her sister had been so open with Ukyou. Very
surprising indeed.
Deciding she had scouted out Ai's new girlfriend sufficiently, Mariko got
up and headed back to the room Ai was in. "I'm going to keep an eye on
Ai. You're welcome to come and talk with us anytime you need to."
Ukyou nodded. "You seem pretty calm about all of this."
Mariko shrugged. "Like I said, I know my sister. This won't keep her down
for long."
Ukyou could only pray Mariko was right.
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"Ukyou, you need to eat something."
Akane took a look, a real good look, at Ukyou. It was just as Ryouga had
said, Ukyou had to have dropped close to twenty pounds in the month since
Ai had fallen. It was twenty pounds that Ukyou could not afford to lose.
It wasn't as though she had been heavy to begin with, and now she was
beginning to look emaciated.
Now Akane understood why Ryouga had insisted she go down to the restaurant
and see if she could help. Despite Akane's doubts about being able to
assist Ukyou, given her own state of mind, she decided to try. She
probably would not have gone over, but Ryouga had proven so insistent that
she had no choice but to relent. It was a good thing she had too. Ukyou
was going to pieces.
Akane chided herself for not seeing the difference sooner, but with her
attention focused on thoughts of Ranma, she wasn't aware of much else
around her. In that, she and Ukyou were really no different: both were
consumed with the thoughts of loved ones that lay beyond their grasp, one
by choice, the other by injury. The only consolation Akane had was that
Ranma's life wasn't in any danger, that she knew of, anyway.
"I did eat something," Ukyou replied. "I had some okonomiyaki earlier." It
wasn't exactly a lie. She had nibbled a little at it, but the truth was
she had no appetite, and the food had tasted so bland. Nothing seemed to
help her. Everything she had made lately seemed to lack taste. Even the
dwindling number of customers that still came to Uk-Chan's agreed.
"Then you need to eat more." Akane tried to encourage her.
"I'm not hungry," Ukyou answered.
Akane wasn't one to give up. "Ai would want you to take care of yourself."
"I'm not going to starve to death!" Ukyou snapped, angry at hearing what
she perceived as nagging. She was about to shout again until she noted the
pain in Akane's face. Carefully, she reconsidered her words. "I know
you're trying to help, but I don't need it. I'll be fine."
Akane nodded. She understood the feeling all too well, that sometimes no
one could help you when you were hurt, and you had to discover on your own
what it would take to heal you. She started towards the door to Uk-Chan's.
"If there's anything you need, you know, someone to talk to, all you have
to do is ask."
"It's funny. Ryouga said the exact same thing," the chef commented.
Akane wasn't really surprised. One of the reasons she had made the offer
was because others had made an identical one to her using those self-same
words. A hand-me-down overture of assistance, she supposed. Having no idea
of what to say beyond that, she continued to leave. Akane was almost out
the door when Ukyou caught her attention once more.
"Akane, did we ever find out what happened to that big rock guy?" It took
Ukyou a moment to remember the name of the depraved creature whose image
would be forever burned into her mind. "Tessai?"
"No." Akane shook her head. "I'm pretty sure he was still in the mountain
when it blew up." As Akane finished telling her that, she noticed Ukyou's
eyes suddenly took on a distant cast.
"Sometimes I dream about him, screaming out in pain. Such pain...and
blood. So much blood. It was everywhere, except on Ai. I never let it
touch her. She already had enough blood on her." Her voice sounded as far
off as her gaze, if not farther. "The screaming never seems to last long
enough though. Why does it have to stop before I'm done?"
Akane could have sworn the blood suddenly froze in the veins. There was a
difference between acting frightening, like Minami did sometimes, and just
BEING frightening, like Ukyou was now.
"Are you feeling all right?" Akane managed to get out.
The intrusion of Akane's voice snapped Ukyou out of her trance, the echoes
of distant screams leaving her. "Yes. Of course."
Ukyou appeared all right, but Akane wasn't completely convinced. Still,
she could think of nothing to say, or even how to say it if something came
to her. She simply bid Ukyou farewell once again, leaving the chef alone
in her sorrow.
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Ukyou listened to the babble of students behind her. She might have
appeared unaware of their words, and she was a good portion of the time,
but every now and then she would tune back into the real world and find
out what was going on.
Her studies were something of a joke. During the first few months she had
tried to keep up with the homework, but she couldn't concentrate on the
words in the texts or the numbers she wrote down in class. It all went in
one ear and out the other, nothing staying inside. She knew it wasn't
supposed to be that way. She knew she should be able to do better. Even if
she wasn't the greatest student in the world, she had always been able to
get better than passing grades, but not anymore. Like her skills in
okonomiyaki when she first returned to Japan, her thought processes had
deteriorated as well, or more properly put, her ability to focus her
thought processes had been shot.
The teachers had noticed it too. It had been explained to them that
someone close to Ukyou was in a coma, and they had given her leeway for
quite some time, but now she had approached the end of that slack and was
warned that she had better improve her grades or it would be a summer full
of extra sessions at the least, if she wasn't held back outright instead.
However, she couldn't seem to care less about that either.
The students whispered things behind her back too. It was really quite
amazing, considering she had been behaving that way since the return from
China. Several months had passed, and even with the influx of new twisted
people in the area, she still seemed to garner an impressive amount of
attention. She couldn't seem to care less about that either.
Again and again her mind came back to that same person, that same problem:
Ai. At first, everyone had been convinced she would come out of her coma
in a matter of days. Then weeks. Then months. But lately, that feeling of
certainty was felt in smaller and smaller quantities. Not for Ukyou, she
knew Ai would eventually come out of it, no, it was her family that had
Ukyou concerned. Part of it had to do with the doctors informing them that
Ai's condition was deteriorating. Her heartbeat was getting weaker and
there still had not been a hint of brain activity. She wasn't getting any
better, just worse, and she could see how frightened the Konjous were when
they had been told about it.
Ukyou wasn't going to give up though, no matter how it looked to others.
She prayed every night for Ai's recovery, and she just knew her prayers
would be answered. Ai wouldn't let her down. She had something to come
back to, and she was probably the most persistent person Ukyou could think
of. Yes, any day now she would come out of her coma and Ukyou would see
that bright smiling face again, she just knew it.
"Mr....ah, I mean Miss Kuonji."
Ukyou snapped out of her daydream to the sound of Miss Hinako's voice.
"Yes?"
"There's a phone call for you. You can take it down in the principal's
office."
Ukyou felt her heart skip a beat. Something was wrong.
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"How is she?!"
Mariko wiped her tears away as she saw Ukyou burst into the room. She had
planned on catching the chef out in the hallway to soften the blow, but
had assumed it would take Ukyou at least another ten minutes before she
would make it to the hospital from the school. It had been her idea to
contact Ukyou, feeling the chef had a right to know. Mariko was the only
one left with anything resembling cognizant thought, and just barely at
that. It was hardly a surprise, considering what had happened overnight.
"She is all right....for now."
Ukyou stared at Ai's form, buried beneath an even larger mountain of tubes
and machines. Life support, they called it. Providing life for those that
couldn't cut it on their own. Not even really helping it along, more like
replacing it altogether.
"It happened last night. They almost failed to bring her back in time."
Ai was supposed to get better, not worse.
"They said she needs the equipment. They don't know for how long."
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
"They said there isn't much hope."
Ukyou couldn't take it anymore. She hit the floor, unconscious.
It was only several hours later that the doctor allowed her to go. They
were used to people fainting when such traumatizing information was
revealed. What they had not been used to were said people waking up from
the fainting spell and trashing a room with a huge spatula in grief. Once
Ukyou had recovered from her sorrow she left the hospital, alone in her
thoughts once again. Her pain had threatened to overwhelm her, but just as
she had been about to shatter the door to her room and hunt down other
things to smash, she had at last remembered something Ai had said in the
mountain. That knowledge served to calm her down.
It was true that Ai had taken a turn for the worse, but it didn't matter.
Ukyou's crisis of faith had passed with the knowledge that Ai would be
okay. She knew it because Ai had said so. It was odd how she had forgotten
what Ai had said in the mountain, but there were things about that place
that seemed more dreamlike than real, so perhaps she could be forgiven for
her lapse of memory.
Secure in the understanding that Ai would be all right in the long run,
Ukyou returned to her home, if not in high spirits, at least in better
ones than she had been.
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Crepe Suzette was not a happy French Combat Cuisine Specialist.
It wasn't because of business; that was booming. It wasn't because of her
combat skills; they were better than ever. It wasn't because of her looks;
she was more beautiful than anyone else around.
No. It was because the stick by which she had measured herself had been
cut in half.
How peculiar it was that she could not stand someone that had become so
instrumental in her life. It had been Ukyou's fault, really. There
wouldn't have been any problems if she had not deliberately led Suzette on
with her man-like ways. She had seen the sly looks Ukyou had given her
when they were still in school together. At first, Suzette had been
flattered that at last she had met someone who acted like a gentleman, and
he wasn't even French. However, there was the bitter pill she had to
swallow upon discovering Ukyou's true nature. Oh, how the horrid girl had
tried to twist Suzette into a pervert like the okonomiyaki chef was
herself. And to believe she had almost been tricked into giving her heart
to a girl, of all things. That was unforgivable.
The glorious days of teaching Kuonji her lesson at every opportunity had
drawn to a close. With her equally twisted girlfriend (who was not as
pretty as Suzette, which was why she was certain Ukyou still secretly
pined for her) on death's door, her rival had become nothing more than a
shadow of her former self. Even the French girl was not so cold-hearted
that she could not sympathize with Ukyou, no matter how twisted she was.
Playing with the take-out girl, Kaori Daikoku, was no fun. The desire to
one up the rich, conceited snob simply wasn't there, at least not the way
it was when dueling with Ukyou. It just wasn't personal enough.
Ukyou's business was a joke now. Almost no one went to Uk-Chan's anymore.
That meant an increase in Suzette's own business, but it was tainted
fruit. They were not coming so much because she was superior (which she
was) but because the competition was now a joke. She wanted, no, needed
the others to acknowledge her as superior in a fair fight, not an uneven
one.
No matter how she tried, Ukyou would not snap out of her doldrums. Blaring
Jazz music in the restaurant, calling Ukyou a pervert, insulting
okonomiyaki, none of it did any good. Ukyou would just look at her with a
hollow gaze and say, 'I'm just not in the mood." How could Suzette counter
that? To kick an opponent that was down, and that she had not put there,
was beneath her. She needed Ukyou back on top of her game so she could
knock the heart-string puller off of her perch.
Still, there was one mild form of amusement she could distract herself
with, a way to avenge herself upon an annoying little pest. For three days
the cutesy little thing had come by and stolen pastries off of Suzette's
trays just as she was about to serve people. That she would just whiz by
and grab one of HER pastries was an insult. That she would do it three
days in a row, marked her for vengeance most foul.
When Suzette had tried to bring her down on the third day, the little
kawaii piece of dung had moved too quickly. The French chef had more than
enough combat experience to know that the girl's speed was close to
unbeatable. That left two alternatives to gain vengeance. One was to buy
an Acme Rocket Sled and try to run the thief down that way, but Suzette
had heard stories about people having a tendency to slam into rock walls
at speeds in excess of 160 miles an hour when using it. That was a little
too risky, so she opted for the much safer, and more appropriate
alternative.
Suzette checked her watch. The little speed freak would zip past at any
moment. She held out a tray of baguettes, inviting them to be taken.
She didn't have long to wait, as a young girl in a frilly pink dress and
roller skates practically flew past, grabbing onto one of the baguettes
and shouting out, 'Michelle' as she continued onward.
"Ah," Suzette sighed, "It is so comforting to hear the sounds of..."
*BOOM*
"...Baguette Bombs in the air." It didn't matter that the little girl had
good enough taste to give the stolen items French names. Thieves needed to
be punished.
She watched with an amused air as Azusa Shiratori wobbled past on her
skates, charred almost beyond recognition. As satisfying as dispatching
her had been, still Suzette felt no real thrill, not like she did when
upstaging Ukyou.
It was while she was sweeping the open air portion of her bistro that
Ukyou came by, looking even more wretched than usual. Once again Suzette
tried her best to get a rise out of her.
"You look like a skeleton. Eat a croissant and put on some weight, you
scarecrow."
Ukyou just gave her a sad nod. "Suzette, I'm not in the mood."
The blonde chef began to wonder if someone had substituted the real Ukyou
with a robot from the way she kept saying the same thing repeatedly.
Suzette sighed, until Ukyou stopped in front of her store and gave out a
low gasp. Finally, the cycle was broken. Suzette rushed over to see what
had happened. In Ukyou's hands was a note that had been posted in the
door. Suzette tried looking over Ukyou's shoulder, but still couldn't make
out the words.
"What does it say?" she finally asked.
Ukyou looked even more pathetic than usual as she turned to answer
Suzette. "The bank's foreclosing on my restaurant."
Suzette recoiled in horror. "Pay them off, you silly, little fool!"
Ukyou shook her head. "Business hasn't been that good. I've barely made
any money since I returned from China."
"If you had kept your regular hours, like you should have done, you
wouldn't have this problem."
"I had to see Ai!" Ukyou protested, knowing that not opening the
restaurant regularly had only delayed the inevitable. The number of
customers had dipped too low to make Uk-Chan's profitable. Her cooking was
mostly to blame there. Even if she had stayed, the food would still have
tasted terrible.
"It says I've got until the end of the week before a representative
finalizes things. Maybe the Tendos will put me up for a while after that."
She barely gave Ryouga a passing thought. He had made enough money in one
wrestling match to cover living expenses for a year, if not longer. He
could afford to live on his own. She was also too proud to accept charity
from him. At least she still had that.
Suzette said nothing as she returned to her own restaurant. Something had
to be done. Ukyou could not be allowed to leave. Not like that anyway.
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A week passed, and Ukyou sat in the silence of Uk-Chan's, waiting for the
bank's representative to arrive. It was odd, how everything was at last
coming to a close. Okonomiyaki and Ranma had been her life. Shampoo and
Ryouga's presence had somehow diverted her attention from Ranma, allowing
her to come to a peaceful resolution concerning him. Now all that had been
left was the okonomiyaki, until it too was supplanted by Ai. Now she might
lose her too, just as she was about to lose the restaurant, and through
that her okonomiyaki. No. Ai had to survive. It just might take time. All
she had to do was wait. No matter how long it took, she would wait.
The Tendos had agreed to allow Ukyou to stay with them for a while, at
least until Ai recovered. After that she would deal with life as it was
dealt to her. With Kasumi, Shampoo, and the Saotomes gone, there was more
than enough room for her to stay. She had agreed to help out around the
house in return, and could pick up at least a part-time job to pay
something resembling actual rent, something the Tendos were a little
uncomfortable with since no one else had ever paid them anything for
staying there. Even Nabiki felt awkward; paying rent meant fleecing Ukyou
for money was going to be a lot less justifiable.
She had all of her possessions boxed up and ready to go. All that remained
was for the bank representative to arrive and have her sign some papers to
help ease the final transfer of ownership. So Ukyou waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It was nearly four o' clock when she at last resorted to calling the bank
to see what the hold up was. The man that answered listened carefully to
her and looked up the records to see why there was a delay. The answer
proved to be quite surprising. Apparently someone had made anonymous
mortgage payments for the next seven months. No amount of begging would
pry the identity of the donor from the man, who insisted he didn't know
who it was.
That left Ukyou in an awkward position. She could accuse Ryouga of doing
it, he was the only one she knew who had enough money, and the
inclination, to help her, but an anonymous donation seemed a little too
shifty for him. Neither he nor Kyoko would likely have thought to hide
their identities at the bank. She loathed being indebted to anyone, and
was not going to compromise herself for her mysterious benefactor, but she
found it difficult to refuse her seeming good fortune. She didn't want to
give up her restaurant. It might have been a distant second when it came
to Ai, but it was still there. Now that she had an opportunity to keep it,
well, she would do it. However, when she found out whoever helped her out,
she would repay them every cent they were owed, with interest.
It was as she was counting her good fortune, while still trying to figure
out the identity of her benefactor, that Suzette burst through the door
with a party hat on her head and a whistle in her mouth. She blew on the
whistle a few times before handing Ukyou a wrapped gift. "I am glad I
caught you in time, you silly okonomiyaki person. I feared they had thrown
you out before I had a chance to rub...I mean say goodbye. Ah, to be free
of your baneful existence at last. I can think of no greater gift to give
me. Thus, I give you a going away present of my own. By the way, do you
know how much they are offering for the property? The idea that Jazz music
would have a chance to echo off of these walls pleases me to no end.
Hahaha-"
"I'm not going anywhere. The mortgage has been paid off for a little
while. I'm sticking around." Ukyou watched as the delighted look Suzette
had on disappeared. "Your hat just wilted," Ukyou pointed out.
Suzette appeared as though she were going to burst out crying. "You
mean-spirited, perverted scum! You have led me on once again. I should
have known better than to trust an okonomiyaki chef."
Ukyou tried to explain the situation, but Suzette would listen to nothing
as she covered her ears and rushed out of Uk-Chan's, cursing Ukyou's name
the entire time. Ukyou just shook her head sadly, then realized the French
chef had left the going away present behind. Her first impulse was to
return it, but that would lead to another confrontation with the irate
blonde and possibly a fight, one Ukyou would not win. Instead she sat down
and decided to see what Suzette had gotten her.
She ripped open the wrapping paper, only to see a large pastry in the
bottom of the box with the words 'Okonomiyaki Sucks' on it. For the first
time in months, Ukyou had to suppress the urge to run outside and attack
Suzette. Even at what appeared to be the end of their rivalry, she still
had tried to have the last laugh.
What a jackass.
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Ukyou felt afraid. Very afraid. She had been summoned to the hospital by
the Konjous, specifically Mariko. Ai's sister hadn't been specific as to
why she had requested Ukyou's presence, but there was something in her
voice that had scared the hell out of Ukyou. In the past, when she spoke
to Ukyou, always there was an underlying feeling of hope that the two
shared, as though they drew strength from one another, because each knew
Ai would eventually be okay and recover. However, Mariko's voice no longer
echoed that feeling. No, there hadn't been much of anything in it.
And now Ukyou found herself running at a breakneck pace to reach the
hospital. Something was wrong. Maybe Ai was de...
NO! She would not allow herself to think such thoughts. Ai was all right.
She had said she would be, and Ukyou believed her. She wouldn't lie to
Ukyou. Maybe to someone else, but not to her 'sweet chef.' There had to be
some other reason for the call. Maybe it had to do with her relationship
with Ai. Maybe that was it. Something the parents wanted to talk to her
about, and for some odd reason they wanted it to be at the hospital.
Even Ukyou couldn't convince herself of that. She hurried onward, praying
that her instincts were wrong the entire time. She arrived at the hospital
and rushed to Ai's room. where the wonderful sound of Ai's EKG machine was
giving off its beeps. How could she have ever loathed that sound?
Ai's mother and father, Mariko, and two doctors were already in the room,
all looking solemn. Everyone gave Ukyou a remorseful look, especially
Mariko. She looked to her parents, who gave a silent nod of approval.
Mariko acknowledged it and moved to Ukyou's side.
"What's going on?" She could tell by the look in Mariko's eyes it was bad.
Very bad.
Mariko's voice wavered slightly. "Ukyou. We called you here to let you
know we've come to a decision."
Ukyou willed Mariko to remain silent, to not say anything more. If she
didn't say anything else, it would still be all right.
Mariko continued. "We thought it was only right that you be here too,
since this involves you as well. It's been four months since Ai went,"
Mariko found her voice wavering, but somehow continued. "On life support.
In that time she hasn't shown any sign of reviving. They've tried to wean
her off of it, but it never seems to do any good. Absolutely nothing. And
there hasn't been any brain activity either. W...we're going to terminate
the life support."
In an instant Ukyou grabbed Mariko by her shirt and punched her squarely
in the jaw, sending her flying into a wall. A small trickle of blood
dribbled down from a cut in her lip as she returned to her feet. "You're
under a lot of stress. I'll forgive you for that."
Ukyou couldn't hear those words. The ones spoken before were all that was
in her mind. "You can't do that! She'll come back! She promised! She told
me so! We have to leave her on it!"
Warily, Mariko approached her, ready for another attack. "Ukyou, we can't.
We probably shouldn't have done it in the first place, but none of us
wanted to give up hope. We all thought she'd get better, but she hasn't."
"THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE!!!"
"WE'RE NOT LOOKING FOR EXCUSES!!!" Mariko shot back, her nerves breaking
at last. She began crying, trying to control herself and continue
explaining, no matter how much it hurt. "Ai...Ai always said that if
something happened to her, she didn't want to be kept on life support. She
thought it was wrong, and that if the body had given up on life, that was
it. The end. She always said that! She used to say I was crazy for not
agreeing with her! Hell, I want to live as long as I can, but she didn't
call that living. She thought it was just a way of keeping a dead thing
alive. She said she never wanted something like that, and that if she had
let go, so should we!
"I want to keep her alive too! Don't you think I want to?! But it isn't
doing any good, and as much as it goes against everything I believe in, we
have to respect Ai's wishes as well! We have to do it for her!"
Ukyou legs gave out on her as she began wailing. Mariko barely caught her
before she fell to the floor. No one moved as Ukyou continued crying for
minutes on end.
For a moment, Ai's mother almost said that they should leave the machines
on, but a look from her husband firmed her original resolve. Everything
was as Mariko said. They had been wrong in leaving Ai on it for so long,
but she was her mother. How could she give up so easily on her daughter?
No. It had taken months, but she was as ready as she was ever going to be
to let go of her child.
Ukyou managed to compose herself enough to stand on her own. "C...can I
stand by her for a few minutes?"
Ai's parents nodded in understanding. Ukyou moved to Ai's side, still
weeping, though not as loudly. She bent low to Ai's face, and began
speaking quietly. "Listen to me. This is w...where you have to wake up and
m...make everything okay. I remember what you said in the mountain, and
you wouldn't lie to me, would you? So wake up, b...b...because this is
your last chance." She picked up a limp hand and gently kissed the back of
it.
Nothing happened.
"Damn it, Ai. Please. I need you, and you need me. I don't want to lose
you like I lost everything else. Please."
Still nothing.
"Please." It was nothing more than the faintest of whispers.
And still nothing.
Ukyou fell to her knees and began crying once more. She knew she was there
a while before a pair of hands gently picked her up. She was only dimly
aware of Mariko embracing her, as though she was a mother and Ukyou was
her child.
Barely, Ukyou heard the words, "Do it." She couldn't be certain who said
it, other than that it wasn't Mariko.
Ukyou forced herself to watch as the life support machines were turned
off, one by one. In spite of how much it hurt, she knew deep down inside
she would never forgive herself if she didn't say goodbye. Even if it
meant the tears would rain down forever.
Ukyou listened to the heart monitor, that sound she had hated above all
other things when Ai was first moved into the hospital, the only sound she
wanted to hear now. For when it at last stopped, it would be the end.
Of everything.
Slowly the time between the beeps grew longer. She could almost feel Ai's
own heart getting weaker and weaker with each beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Ukyou continued listening carefully.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
It was odd, but the sounds didn't seem to be getting farther apart.
Actually, they now sounded fairly regular.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Ukyou looked on in confusion as the two doctors stared at each other.
After a few minutes, one of them began speaking.
"Well, that doesn't happen too often. Usually, if they don't respond to
being weaned off the machine, it's over for them. Usually. Don't get your
hopes up though, she's still not out of danger," he warned everyone
present, then looked to his partner. "How many does that make this year?"
"Three," the other answered, and then shrugged. "Go figure."
Ukyou heard Mariko snort, then chuckle. As Ukyou stared at her in
disbelief, Mariko seemed to take even more delight and burst out in
hysterical laughter.
Between the incessant giggles, Mariko barely got out, "That's typical of
the ingrate. She made us go through all of that heart-rending anguish for
no damn reason." She continued laughing hysterically.
Ukyou, though overjoyed with the situation, couldn't quite bring herself
to laugh that loud. Instead she moved next to Ai and held her hand. "I
knew you wouldn't let me down."
Only the sounds of the heart monitor responded to her.
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Ukyou relaxed in a chair to talk to Ai, not that Ai had recovered and
could hear her. She was still in a coma since being taken off life support
nearly two months ago, but Ukyou wasn't as nearly concerned as she had
been in the past. Three weeks ago the doctors informed her there was brain
activity, the first instance of it since her stay in the hospital. It had
lasted slightly over an hour before she lapsed back into her coma, but it
was progress.
The day they had turned off the machines became something of a turning
point for Ukyou. With renewed confidence she began putting her life back
into some semblance of order. Her okonomiyaki skills returned, and
although there was still a little something missing, the true essence of
the flavor had returned. With the return of her cooking came the return of
her customers. She did have to cut her prices for a couple of weeks to
lure them back, but once they started returning, word spread quickly and
most of the regulars began dining at her place once again. The volume of
business was still well below the heyday when Shampoo-kun was working as a
waiter, but she was able to turn a profit once again.
Likewise she was able to concentrate on her schoolwork, as well as putting
on some of the weight she had lost. She didn't regain all of it, but there
was now enough that people would no longer refer to her derisively as a
'scarecrow' any longer. Yes, her life had done almost a complete
turnaround. There was just one thing missing. So Ukyou waited for a couple
of hours every day she could for Ai's return. Somehow she now knew it
would happen. She wasn't sure when, but she knew it would, and that was
all that mattered.
Ukyou continued talking to Ai about how prices on flour had gone up yet
again, all thanks to that freaky weather, when she caught a movement out
of the corner of her eye. It had seemed to come from around Ai's hand, so
Ukyou stopped talking and watched. For over two minutes no further
movement came from there. She was about to write the whole thing off as a
figment of her imagination when her eyes fell upon the EEG machine that
monitored Ai's brainwaves. Her eyes widened as she saw what was perhaps
the most joyous sight she had ever beheld; there was now a series of peaks
and valleys where before it had been almost flat.
Gently, Ukyou held Ai's hand and began speaking Ai's name softly. She knew
it was a foolish wish, the odds of Ai actually regaining consciousness at
that particular moment were dismal, but still she tried. Five minutes
passed, and Ukyou was ready to give up hope, when she felt Ai's fingers
twitch ever so slightly. Ukyou couldn't contain herself as she began to
cry, unable to stop and not really wanting to.
Ai felt as though she were waking from a long dream, as she tried opening
her eyes. They were barely opened a crack before she shut them again; the
light was far too bright. Slowly she became aware of someone crying next
to her. Her throat felt raw and parched as she painfully croaked out,
"Ukyou, is that you?" She was rewarded with an even louder weeping. "You
okay?" she managed to get out, concern over the tears cutting through the
haze in her mind. Had the stone man hurt Ukyou too?
After a few moments, a tearful, "Yes," answered her. Ai felt relieved at
that. Her efforts hadn't been in vain She tried opening her eyes again,
forcing them to adjust to the light. Slowly, she became aware of the world
around her. Everything had a white tint to it, making her aware that she
was not in the mountain anymore, but that was all she could tell. "Where
am I?" she asked as her eyes continued to focus.
"You're in Japan," Ukyou explained, still sobbing.
"Why are you crying?" Ai asked, still uncertain of the situation.
As overcome by emotion as she was, it took an effort to compose herself to
answer. "Because I was afraid you wouldn't come back."
Ai managed a weak smile, at least she thought she did. "Told you...was
only going to sleep...for a little while. Wouldn't...lie to you."
"I know," Ukyou said. "I know. No one else believed me when I told them,
but I did. I always believed you." Ukyou's hand gently brushed Ai's cheek.
"I love you."
As exhausted as Ai was, she managed a wider smile. "Really?"
"Really," Ukyou confirmed. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say it."
"It was worth the wait," Ai assured her, then felt a wave of exhaustion
pass over her. "I need to get some more sleep."
Ukyou nodded in understanding. "Don't keep me waiting so long this time."
"I won't," Ai promised. "I won't." And she went back to sleep once again,
this time embraced in sweet dreams of her okonomiyaki chef repeatedly
whispering in her ear how much she loved her.
Ai sat up in her bed, frustrated. Rehabilitation was going far too slowly
for her tastes. After nearly three months of long hours of physical
exertion, she felt she should have been near peak physical condition,
nearly year long coma or not, but that hadn't been the case at all. She
still had difficulty with her back when she tried to do really hard
exercises, although the pain that had been present when she first began
her rehabilitation was almost gone. It was only when she tried difficult
maneuvers that it would flare up, and the pain from those times wasn't
getting any better.
The body itself was in pretty good shape, although she was fairly certain
her boobs were still sagging. She wasn't certain if she was more irritated
by that or the back pain. It was wonderful that Ukyou had at last
proclaimed her love, but she still wanted to look attractive. There was
nothing wrong with wanting to look good for a loved one.
The door to Ai's room opened. "Well, speak of the devil and she shall
appear."
"What was that?" Ukyou asked as she entered the room.
"Never mind." Ai was overjoyed at Ukyou's return. It was about the only
bright spot in her life anymore. Having her family come by and hang around
her was becoming increasingly monotonous. They could be a pleasant break
in the boredom, but the way they kept acting like she would lapse back
into her coma at any moment was grating on her nerves, and any time she
and Mariko came into contact they would continuously snipe at each other.
Essentially things were back to normal with her family as far as she was
concerned. She loved them, but for all intents and purposes, had outgrown
them. However, the opposite was true when it came to Ukyou. She could
never get enough of her sweet chef.
Ukyou gave Ai a light kiss on the lips before sitting down in a nearby
chair. "How are you doing?"
"Terrible," Ai said, making it appear as though she were about to cry.
"The food stinks and I'm bored to death. Let's break me out of this place
and go somewhere that doesn't smell of antiseptic."
Ukyou laughed. "Not until you're better. How's rehab going, by the way?"
Ai switched from her mock anguish to genuine disappointment. "Too slow.
I'm nowhere near as in shape as I used to be, and," she paused, suddenly
fearful of what to say next. "I can't do the things I used to do when I
was into martial arts cheerleading. And it goes deeper than just being out
of shape. I can do them a little bit, but my back always flares up. I'm
not sure why, but I definitely don't like it."
Ukyou gave her as sympathetic look. "I hoped this wouldn't happen.
Bubbles-"
"You really let someone named Bubbles operate on me?"
Ukyou gave an exasperated sigh. "Yes. It's not like we had a whole lot of
choices at the time. Anyway, she said that with all of the damage done to
your back muscles and spine, she didn't think you'd be able to do martial
arts cheerleading anymore. Actually, she thought you might never be able
to walk again."
Ai looked at her in shock. "I won't be able to do martial arts
cheerleading again?"
Ukyou knew something like this was going to happen. That was why she
hadn't told Ai sooner. She had hoped Bubbles was wrong, but it appeared
the exotic dancer had been on the mark with her guess. "Would you really
miss martial arts cheerleading?"
Ai considered that. "Yes. You know how competitive I am, and I was really
good at it." She hesitated a moment, unused to being so open with someone.
It made her feel so vulnerable, yet she was also glad that she could
afford to feel that way with someone. "And it made me feel not so
helpless."
"Don't worry," Ukyou said. "I'll protect you."
Ai shock her head. "I'd rather be protecting you."
Ukyou watched as Ai's depression grew greater. It occurred to her that
there was something she could do to cheer up. It was something she had
debated long and hard about, and wasn't sure if she was ready for, but
then she didn't know if she would ever really be 'ready' for it.
"Umm, Ai. There's something I've been meaning to ask you."
"Yes?"
Ukyou subconsciously began playing around with her hands. "Now if you
don't want to do it, I'd understand. I don't want to rush you, or if you
don't like the idea, that's okay too. And if-"
"Ukyou?"
"Yes?"
"You're starting to sound like Ryouga."
Ukyou recoiled at that. If that was the case, it was definitely time to
get to the point. "Since Ryouga moved out and became a pro wrestler, I've
got some extra space at my home, and it gets real lonely without anyone
around. So I was wondering if maybe you'd like to move in with me."
Ai's first reaction was to stare off into space, at least until the whole
reality of the situation was finally processed. "You mean co-habitate?"
Ukyou nodded. "Are you sure you want me around all of the time?" Ai wasn't
certain if it all wasn't some kind of dream. Things like that usually
didn't work out so perfectly in her life.
"Look, I've already spent as many waking moments with you as I could when
you were in your coma. Now that you're up and about, I want to spend the
rest of them with you. So, what do you think?"
In response, Ai reached forward, grabbed Ukyou by the collar, and hurled
her form prone on the bed. She then wrapped her arms around her and gave
Ukyou a passionate kiss. After almost a full minute, Ai broke it off,
letting Ukyou gasp for air.
"I take it that tongue means yes?"
"Indeed," Ai said.
Ukyou found herself reluctant to get up, but knew she had to. There would
be time for such things later. She raised herself to her feet and
straightened up her outfit. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Ai gave her a lascivious grin. "You can sit on my face and tell me that
you love me. It'll be fun. Watch! I can touch my nose with my tongue." She
demonstrated that particular talent for Ukyou by easily doing what she
claimed.
It was a surprise to Ai that Ukyou proceeded to scowl at her, then turned
and went directly for the door. Ai wondered if she hadn't gone too far,
although Ukyou had been the one who had suggested they should live
together.
"I was only joking," Ai protested, and it was mostly the truth. She
wanted to be fully healed for the first time she and Ukyou would be
together. She would settle for nothing less than peak condition, that way
she could really rock Ukyou's world and show her the advantages of
lovemaking between members of the same sex.
Ukyou continued towards the door, then stopped in front of it. She pulled
out her giant spatula and wedged it into the door, jamming it shut. She
then turned to Ai and began a slow walk towards her.
"Ukyou?" Ai asked, uncertain of what to make of the sudden turn of events.
Ukyou shushed her. "I'm going to show you something that I've been saving
just for you. Think of it as a hint of things to come."
Ai watched in nervous anticipation as Ukyou brought one of her hands up to
her uniform.
It was forty-five minutes later when a nurse went into the room to check
up on Ai. As she entered the room, she saw Ai laying on her bed, looking
deliriously happy. "Well now, you look like the cat that swallowed the
proverbial canary."
"Oh, this cat ate something all right," Ai assured her. "But it wasn't of
a poultry nature. It was closer to... seafood."
The nurse walked towards Ai and noticed something peculiar. "What's that
odor?" she asked as she leaned closer to Ai. "It almost smells like fish."
"That would be my breath," Ai almost purred.
The nurse looked suspiciously at Ai. "Your girlfriend was just here,
wasn't she?"
"Yep."
"Did the two of you have a good time?"
"It was great," Ai cooed. "We made a great leap in out relationship. She
gave me something that she had been saving all of her life for someone
special, and it turned out to be me. It tasted great!" She slowly ran her
tongue slowly over her lips. "I ate and ate until my jaws nearly gave
out."
"I see," the nurse said. "From the effect it's having on you, I think I
wouldn't mind trying some of that myself."
Ai glared suspiciously at her. "So your tastes run that way as well?"
"They always have, though it's not usually the sort of thing I admit to
strangers. It's really none of their business."
"So," Ai fumed. "You want a...piece of what my beloved chef gave me?
Something that was meant for me and me alone?"
"Yes. I must insist."
Ai felt angry at the pushy nurse. She had hurt other women for less than
that, given how possessive she was and how much she hated to share. Still,
she was in such a good mood, it wouldn't do to ruin it by giving the nurse
a good thrashing.
"Very well." Ai handed the nurse the last remaining bite of the 'Kuonji
Special Seafood Okonomiyaki' Ukyou had made just for her.
Ukyou had said that, by family tradition, a Kuonji would only make that
special dish for someone they truly loved. Ai just hoped Ukyou would
forgive her for allowing the nurse to have the one tiny bite that had been
left. Ai was fairly certain she could make it up to Ukyou. Oh yes. She had
some ideas on that indeed.
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Ai felt giddy as she and Ukyou removed her belongings from the back of the
truck they had rented to move her things. At last, the day had come when
she would move in with the woman she loved. The doctors had at last run
their final tests on Ai, and the rehabilitation had come along as far as
it could. That meant Ai could be released. She had already informed her
parents of her intention of moving out. At first they were reluctant, but
they eventually gave in. So on the same day that Ai was released, she and
Ukyou packed up her belongings and went directly from her old house to
Uk-Chan's. It was the most beautiful sight Ai had ever seen.
"Welcome to your new home," Ukyou said as she slipped an arm around Ai's
waist.
Ai herself was delighted by the gesture. It seemed Ukyou was no longer shy
about public displays of affection towards a member of the same sex. When
Ai pointed out they might be ostracized for that sort of behavior, Ukyou
said quite bluntly she no longer gave a damn about what others thought of
her. Ai's opinion was the only one she cared about.
Almost as though she had read Ai's thoughts, Ukyou brought the blonde
closer and kissed her on the lips. Also almost on cue, the ostracism
began.
"You two sick and disgusting perverts! If you must engage in such immoral
behavior, keep it hidden behind closed doors!"
Ai recognized the familiar French-accented Japanese that was spoken.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the French whore who's jealous because she
doesn't have someone as beautiful as Ukyou to love." She made certain to
pull Ukyou even more closely for emphasis.
Crepe Suzette snorted at that. "I would rather be alone than be perverted.
Besides, I did not come here to taunt you."
"Then why are you bothering us? We were trying to have a good time," Ukyou
said.
"Ah. I have come here to ruin that. I have been too soft on you in recent
months. Now that your lover is alive, ugly, and well, it is time to get
back to business."
Ukyou restrained Ai from going after Suzette for the 'ugly' remark.
Suzette sneered at the two of them. "I am sick and tired of you putting
down the world's most perfect form of music. Therefore I will start
playing it continuously during your business hours once again. I made this
song especially for you." She snapped her fingers. From out of her own
bistro, loud Jazz music began to issue forth, the speakers clearly
directed toward Uk-Chan's.
Ukyou began to recoil in horror at the sounds. Ai started to sway to the
music, then stopped. It would probably not be a good time to mention to
Ukyou that she rather liked Jazz. Maybe not mentioning that at all would
be for the best.
"Why can't you just let it go?" Ukyou growled, realizing that the lyrics
'Okonomiyaki tastes really rotten' were also in the song. And the day has
started out so nicely too.
Suzette laughed. "Because I will never forgive you for trying to win my
heart and make me into a pervert, not that taking this trollop," she
indicated Ai. "on the rebound after I rejected your advances is not
punishment enough."
Ukyou held Ai back once again. After calming her down enough that she
didn't think Ai would attack, Ukyou released her, then turned to go back
to her restaurant. "Today's too good for you to ruin it, Suzette. Nice try
though."
Suzette gave her a defeated look. "I see. So my opportunity to make you
miserable has passed for today. It is too bad. I'll come up with something
better next time." She turned to go, but paused a moment to look back. "If
only some stranger had not bailed you out of your mortgage when you were
in trouble, then I would have been rid of you."
"Heh. That's right. And I still haven't forgiven you for that stupid
pastry you left behind. You rotten..." Ukyou paused then, scratching her
head in confusion. She couldn't remember mentioning the fact the payment
was anonymous to Suzette. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Suzette smiled and entered her own restaurant, leaving Ukyou to simmer.
The blonde must have dug out the information from the bank. Right. That
made sense. It was all just another mind game the French chef was pulling.
One that served to put Ukyou in a fouler mood.
"I'll buy you a pair of earplugs, dear." Ai said as she led the now
miserable Ukyou, who continued covering her ears, into the store. Ai took
a second to carefully look Ukyou over. She had been so happy before, and
now to have that joy all but crushed made Ai feel so cheated. Still, there
was one way the situation might be salvaged. "I know something that will
cheer you up."
"What?" Ukyou asked, completely miserable.
Ai began to tell her what she could do, in vivid detail.
Ukyou blushed. "I don't think I'm that flexible!"
"We'll find out, won't we?" Ai led Ukyou upstairs to the bedroom, intent
on cheering the love of her life up.
Over two hours later, the cheering was still going on.
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As always, special thanks to:
Ryan Anderson
Jim Bader
Bloodblade
Jurai-Knight
Gary Kleppe
Lord Talon
Bryan Smith
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