Pluto’s Son Written By Leonardo B. Castro A wise man once said that the night before coming dawn of spiraling events is always hardest thing to survive through. The waiting can be troublesome as well as pleasant. Rest now, for tomorrow will bring it own problems to you. Story- Chapter Three Ranma tried teleported back to his mom’s room. In the last second, he wondered what Haruka was doing. Ranma had teleported into Haruka and Michiru’s room by accident. There, on the bed, Haruka and Michiru was in each other embrace while they kissed. Thank god they were still clothed. Why does this happen to me? Did I get a getting into embarrassing situations curse or something? Ranma wondered. That is when the two lesbian lovers noticed that they were not alone in the dark bedroom and Haruka pulled Michiru closer with one arm. “Who is out there? Show yourself.” Haruka demanded as her free hand reached for the lampshade’s switch. God, Ranma could imagine what they’ll do to him when they saw him. Teleport will show a flash of dim light strong enough for the pair to see his face. Maybe they take it easy if a girl busted in on them. Ranma changed to her female form quickly. She had a bemused look on her face when the light came on. “My, it took you three minutes to detect me, if that how alert you are, then maybe we should just surrender to the coming evil.” Ranma said as she tried to look like she wasn’t lying and succeed. “God, you are your mother’s child, interrupting us like that.” Haruka complained. “What coming evil?” Michiru asked. “Lady Quartz. I tell you the rest at the next scout meeting. Be careful and aware of…” Ranma turned away and started towards the door, “your surroundings.” Ranma unlocked the door and push forward. Unfortunately, unlike the other doors in the house, it was a pull open from the inside door. She slammed headfirst into the door and fell on her butt. “God Dammit, I knew I should have just teleported out of the room.” Ranma muttered. Haruka fault-face out of shock, while Michiru got up and walked towards injured girl, trying to suppress a giggle. Maybe she’s not so much like Setsuna after all. Haruka ponder as her face returned to normal. Michiru knelt beside the injured girl haired girl and started to check on her forehead. Ranma was about to wave her off when his head lowed and caught sight of what Haruka was holding before and started to blush. She tried to fight a nosebleed, but small trickle ebb out. Haruka caught sight of this before Ranma used her hand to cover her face as if acting embarrassed. Haruka’s shock grew once again. Did Setsuna know that Ranma was a lesbian? Haruka wondered. From the few hours she seen them, they were so much alike, and yet they had very different tastes. Or maybe, she hit the door too hard. Haruka trying to rationalized what happen. “Thank you Michiru.” Ranma quickly said as she when to exit the room. This time she pulled the door opened and stepped outside. Michiru closed and lock the door and returned to her lover. Michiru then noticed that Haruka was in shock. “Haruka, Haruka. Hello Haruka.” Michiru waved her hand in front of Haruka’s face. “Huh?” Haruka snapped out of shocked state. “Are you okay. You seem, out of it.” Michiru told her. “Its nothing, I thought I saw something.” Haruka replied. “Okay.” Michiru said as she turned off the lights and went to sleep snuggle Haruka. Maybe she is a lesbian or maybe not. As long she not after Michiru, I won’t tell and make her embarrassed. Haruka had decided to not bother Ranma on this. She when to sleep dreaming. The funny thing was she had a fantasy of a redheaded Ranma that looked like a fifteen-year-old girl. But that didn’t stop it from it being hot and steamy. Ranma stumbled to her room and stepped inside. She locked the door and she was about to go to bed went she saw that her mother in the bed. Damn, I was hoping to sleep in bed. Ranma had silently cursed his ill luck once more. Ranma lay down on the floor, where she had set the blanket and pillow she had set on the floor earlier. She pulled the blanket over herself and magically changed her clothes to a set of red pajamas with horses on them. Ranma went to sleep, dreaming of her past life. At the Tendo Home, Akane Tendo was tossing and turning in her bed. She and the other fiancées were going to search for the kidnapped Saotome tomorrow. She was trying to get to sleep, but she couldn’t sleep because she still had Ranma on the mind. He was probably with that woman. She was not his kidnapper. That woman was probably another fiancée. Oh, just you wait Ranma, I’m going to hurt you, Akane vowed. Needless say, Akane Tendo was pissed off. At Ucchan’s, Ukyo was in her bed dreaming of her Ranchan. How he would thank her for saving him from his green hair kidnapper. How he would tell her that he loved her. Then they get married and finally, they will go on their honeymoon. She sighed contently in her sleep. At the Nekohaten, Shampoo was going to bed earlier than usual because she need her sleep. Tomorrow, she was going to search for her Airen. And went she was triumphed, she’ll have her Ranma. He’ll know that she the strongest and then Shampoo can rub it into violent girl’s face. In a different room, Mousse slept. He was ready. He was armed to the teeth. He was sleeping wearing his weapons so he won’t forget any of them. Of course, he looked like a normal thin person dressed in a white robe and clutching his blanket. Tonight, like all nights, he dreamed of his beloved Shampoo. “Oh Shampoo my love. Will you marry me?” Dream Mousse cried in Chinese as he ran to her. “Not even in your dreams.” She bashed him with a bonbori. “But, this is a dream.” Dream Mousse pointed out. “Then not even then.” Dream Shampoo replied to him in Chinese as she pummeled him. “Oh Shampoo, how cruel can you be…” Dream Mousse muttered before Dream Shampoo bashed him again. Mousse woke sweating. “Damn you Saotome. Shampoo won’t admit her love to me until you died at my hands.” Mousse muttered to himself. How ironic that he’ll first have to save Saotome, in order to kill him. Such was the way of the Chinese Amazons. Genma was dead drunk and lying on the floor of some bar. Soun was lying on the floor dead drunk as well. Genma was dreaming that his dream came true. That he was living off his son and Akane. They had hundreds children and The Anything Goes spread across the globe become a household name. And, he’ll be a billionaire and then, he could watch his grandchildren finished off Happosai. Soun on the other hand was dreaming about prance elves, a forest gland, purple and red bunnies, and gnomes…with pointy shoes. Of course, he should have been drinking too much because in his dream, he was walking talking cup of sake. Kodachi and her brother Tatewaki had an unfortunate accident when Kodachi was mixing her chemicals and leveled a good amount of Kuno Manor. Both were hospitalized. They also were going to be fine in a month or so, unfortunately. Nabiki was at her computer at home. She needed find Ranma. Her flow of income slowed. She had no new photos of Ranma in either form. Also the betting racket and information on Ranma life has gone dry. She only had student payments for her high interest loans, blackmail, and extortion. Other than that, she had no more money. Damn, she needed Ranma back. She soon grew weary and turned off her computer and went to bed. She soon fell asleep. Something was wrong with the house. Kasumi couldn’t figure it out. But with Ranma gone, the house didn’t seem the same. She hoped that Ranma would return soon. She sighed and then fell asleep. Cologne was return from her Son-in-law’s high school. There was major battle that took place there. She felt the powers that was raging battle there and went there. But, she was too late. She looked around and only saw the aftermath. She went home, planning to investigate later after Son-in-law is safe. Usagi was sleeping in her room. Instead of dreaming of Mamoru return from America, she dreamed of her cousin. She could see his face, but she knew it was her cousin. Minako was having a nightmare. A handsome guy was dumping her again. This however, this dream took place in the Silver Millennium, not at some cheap county fair. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew this was the most handsome man she ever lain eyes upon. Now all she needed to do is fine this hunk if he was reincarnated and make up with him. She could hear his name in the dream. His name was… To Be Continued… Praise me or burn me…but at least tell me what on your mind. Email me at Leonardo83105206@aol.com or LOS2000@slayersrpg.com Visit my website at http://www.angelfire.com/anime2/Animefanfiction/index.html