al709382@campus.ccm.itesm.mx
The Revenge...
Early mornings at campus used to be quite uneventful. Arriving at seven
thirty, checking up on the new mail and GRIT depelopments... As usual,
the hapless kid would wait until the very last second to log off and get
to class.
How could he have known this day he _wouldn't_ get to class?
"Hmm... Oh, great. Over two hundred messages again. Why did I ever
subscribe to that list? Now I'll have to erase my account _all over
again_..."
Suddenly, he blinked --true, most human beings don't "blink" when they
are confused, but take into account that this was NO human being. He was
an otaku. And a GRITter, at that.
"What the... Who the heck is that?" he wondered, looking upon the last
mail. The sender's name was nowhere, and the only words in the subject
line were "We're here."
A prank from the ML, perhaps? Or maybe his GRIT persona had earned yet
another load of spam? The answer came when--
"AK!" he lifted his arms to his face as the bluish light shot out of
the screen. But no sooner had he staggered off the ground that he --and
all other users of the computer lab-- stared widely at the ball of light
that had come out of the monitor. The sphere slowly split, the larger
section touched down on the floor before the smaller one.
Of course, bear in mind: this is a Mexican school. The most bizarre
events people experience in Mexico City are the politicians themselves
and the speed-driven bus drivers. Thus, it came as quite a shock when
the two balls of light took human shape in front of him.
"Yaaaaah!" was his first thought. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" was his first
word as he realized _who_ these people were. Two Asian kids, nearly
reaching the age seventeen. The first was a boy, with long dark hair
braided behind his head. The other seemed a small packet of energy, a
girl with short hair.
"Yaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" he repeated.
"Cut it out!" Ranma quickly reached for him, succeeding only in drawing
a yelp from all other students.
"Umm..." Akane looked around. "Maybe we better wait until he's alone."
And with that, the pair left.
Nobody touched a computer again that day.
* * *
"What the hell was that?!" the kid thought, thrusting the key into his
house's front door. "Aline's right. I'm too obsessed with that show.
Maybe I better drop it before I start seeing things again..."
But as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, he couldn't help but head
for the studio's computer. "Okay, maybe just one more fanfic won't
hurt... Besides, I still got three ideas flying around my head..."
So, he sat down before the arcane 386, Windows 3.0 machine. With Word
2.x. Sighing as he dreamed of a new, less prehistoric computer, he
clicked on that "open" button, entering the password to continue writing
his "Lightbirds" fanfiction story. But as soon as he typed the title--
"WAK!" he covered his face again. But this time he couldn't leap to the
side --the chair was budged into the desk. It's unusual for a human's
face --or even an otaku's-- to char broil, but he managed to reach that
blackened skin with ease.
"We're baaaack!" Ranma said mockingly as he stood upon the desk, with
Akane quickly following. But this time the boy was quick of thought. He
immediately scampered out of the chair and dashed for the nearest
bathroom. He grasped a bucket of cold water, then one of his five cats
and ran back to the studio.
"WAAAH!" Ranma freaked at the feline sight, he immediately leapt away
from the desk. Seeing him wide open, the boy splashed him with the
water.
"Whatcha do THAT for?!" came a feminine shriek, Ranma couldn't see the
cat run away thanks to the water over her eyes.
"Hey, what's going on?" the boy's sister yelled from downstairs.
"Nothing, nothing!" he yelled back, thankful that he and his sister
were the only ones home. Controlling his shock, he slowly turned back to
the two girls.
"Hi, Jorge," Akane was the first to speak, now that Ranma had decided
to simply scowl.
"Urg..." Jorge gulped. Trying to keep his mind lucid, he asked the
first thing he thought of, "You speak Spanish?"
"Sure," Akane replied, "There's a company that translates our manga to
Spanish."
"B-but you can't be..." Jorge started, but another look at the redhead
ended that phrase. "This has GOT to be a dream."
"We're not a dream."
"A-a nightmare...?"
"No, not a nightmare either."
"We're here to make your life a living hell," Ranma smirked evilly.
"WHY?"
"Because you've done it to US!" Akane raged.
"I've only written two fanfics!" Jorge defended, "And in both you reach
a good ending!"
"First off..." Ranma crossed her arms, "You split me and my male body
apart."
"So? Lots of people do that."
"Then you had me killed SIX times!" the redhead growled. "And you
almost killed Akane twice!"
"But I made up for it at the end of TCP!"
"Yeah, you killed your own original character," Ranma glared, recalling
the relationship "she" had with such character. But as Akane readied her
mallet to bash Jorge, the gender-shifter suddenly recalled something and
turned to her left, gazing at Jorge's room...
"AH! No! Don't!" he gasped, stepping away from a mallet swing and
setting his eyes on the redhead. Good thing the poor kid had been taking
Tai-chi and Wushu lessons for over a year now, otherwise he wouldn't
have had the reflexes to avoid Akane's bokken.
"Whoa..." Ranma looked around, inside Jorge's room. "Yo, Akane, look at
this!"
"Gyaaah!" Jorge turned very red and tried to stop her, but Akane easily
pushed him aside. She, too, smiled mischievously when she saw the
interior of Jorge's sanctum.
"Why're there so many pictures on the walls?" she asked.
"Never mind that, why're there so many pictures of mlghmph!" Ranma was
suddenly gagged by Jorge's hand, she quickly stomped his foot and
stepped away. "Quit that!" Smirking again, she said, "I thought that you
l--"
"I..." Jorge's face was hot as a nuclear core.
"Don't worry, I know," Ranma snickered.
"You probably wanna know why we're here," Akane said.
"Uh, yeah..." Jorge replied, still looking incredulous at Ranma.
"We were just kidding about making your life a living hell," she said,
"We're actually here to help you with your life."
"And better tell your folks to get a few beds for new guests," Ranma
said. "Because we'll be staying here."
And the world went black for one Jorge Pratt.
* * *
"C'mon, we're gonna be late!"
"We've got ONE HOUR to get there and you say we're gonna be late?!"
Ranma said, leaping into Jorge's car.
"But I want some time to check my mail and the GRIT!" he replied, then
gulped, "Oh, right... Why do I even need the GRIT for now...?"
"We'll stay for just five seasons here," Akane smiled, "Then we'll go
visit some of your other friends."
"Like who?"
"Oh, Jason, MadP, Kun-chan..." Ranma smiled wickedly.