Re: Snippet: Well Then

["sochankitsune" <annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

> Yay!! I loved it.
> Beautiful snippet!

Thanks bear!

*hug*

Anne-Lise.

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Another night of patrolling.
Buffy sighed. She hated the monotony of late; forever waiting for 
the next big bad to turn up and get its ass handed back to it. Maybe 
the undead could form some sort of queuing system. Infernal, but not 
informal.
Her Slayer's sense warned her of impending evil. A lurking horror 
moving faster, almost, than she could see.
And then she felt a breeze where there shouldn't be breeze. 
Something had stolen her panties!
"What a haul! What a haul!" the nameless evil cackled as it ran 
away, into the night.

*

"You too?" Willow asked as they walked down the street to school 
together.
Buffy nodded. "One minute snug as a bug, the next, big with the 
draft."
The girls immediately stopped talking about their underwear as the 
subconscious men-radar kicked into overdrive.
"Hiya!" Xander called out as he came over to join them. "What's 
going on?"
Buffy raised an innocent eyebrow. "Whatever do you mean?" she 
asked, transparent as a glass molecule.
"Everywhere I go," Xander's gesture took in the glory of 
infinity, "people stop talking."
"Wow!" Willow replied. "This is new how, exactly?"
"Everyone?" Buffy queried. "Or just those of us with breasts?"
Xander sputtered as his eyes uncontrollably lowered to Buffy's 
ample bosom.
Buffy's grin faded as her Slayer senses piqued at an unusual detail.
There was a boy standing in front of the school, vaguely oriental, 
dressed for travel. There was a wide circle of emptiness as people 
decided not to stand anywhere near him. He stared up at the school 
building, lost in thought, as Buffy walked over.
"Are you lost?" Buffy asked.
The stranger frowned as he turned to face her. "Is this Furinkan 
High?"
"No," Buffy replied, noticing the strange, canine teeth this weirdo 
sported and prepared to do battle. "This is Sunnydale High."
"Dammit!" The boy declared, turned, and ran away screaming "Saotome!"
Xander and Willow came over to stand next to Buffy.
"That was weird," Willow said.
Buffy nodded.
"Which bit?" Xander asked. "The strange screaming, or the fact that 
he went through at least two classroom walls as he ran away?"
"Both," Buffy replied. "But I don't think he was the one that stole 
my panties last night."
Xander's mouth dropped open.

*

"At last we're here!" The kenshin swordfighter exclaimed. "Once more 
to stand upon the firmament of God's earth, behold! For lo, do I not 
bring forth untold honour upon this grassy sod with my mere presence?"
He opened his eyes to find that the others had already disembarked.
"Wait for me, pig-tailed goddess!" he cried.

*

"Man, who's bright idea was this anyway?" Ranma asked as he lined up 
in a queue, boarding card, passport, and anti-terrorist statement at 
the ready. Through a window, behind him, the Air Kuno jet was slowly 
being unloaded by what appeared to be a small ninja with an overbite.
Akane rolled her eyes. "It was the only way we could afford to 
come," she replied. Having just spent thirteen hours cooped up with 
Ranma, who seemed obsessed with the Playstation built into the back 
of the chair in front, she was more than ready to flop down on a 
hotel bed and sleep off the jetlag.
She handed Ranma a small thermos of hot water, and tried not to 
smile as Ranma poured the contents over his head, changing from a 
girl back into a boy.
"I wonder what Kuno will think when he sees you, and not your girl-
form," Akane pondered.
"Ranma, you cur, what have you done with my pig-tailed goddess?" 
Kuno suddenly appeared right next to them.
Ranma threw Akane a 'you jinx!' look, and replied, "She was here a 
moment ago, Kuno. She left already."
"Left? My goddess, alone? A stranger in a strange land? Truly I am a 
poor host indeed! Despair not, my goddess, I will find thee!"
And that was how Kuno got arrested for trying to evade customs 
officials.
The rest of the party, including a pink cat, a duck, and a panda 
bear holding a sign that said "I'm just a panda bear!" passed through 
unnoticed in the excitement.

*

Darkness fell over the land, but this time they were prepared.
"Torches?" Buffy asked.
"Check," Willow replied.
"Handcuffs?"
"Check."
"Mace?"
"Check."
"Both types?"
"Yep."
"Cool."

*

Ranma, in girl form, crept softly into the bathroom. It was pitch 
black, but her excellent night-vision let her make out the small 
Western-style bath-tub in the corner. She carefully locked the 
bathroom door, and stripped off her clothes.
A sudden splosh of water heralded the presence of someone else in 
the bathroom.
Ranma turned on the light, and caught sight of a naked shampoo 
stepping out of the bathtub.
A nosebleed heralded Ranma's sudden departure from the bathroom.
Through the ceiling.

*

Buffy, not alone, on patrol.
"Thanks for coming with me," Buffy said, more to start a 
conversation than for any real obligation.
"My panties are safer with you," Willow replied, a strange smile 
flickering momentarily upon her lips.
Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"Haha!" A streak of evil shot past, and squeezed affectionately at 
Buffy's breasts before shooting off.
"My god!" Buffy squeaked, feeling the unwelcome breeze against her 
legs.
Willow stood, hands by her sides, stiff as a board.
"Are you okay, Willow?" Buffy asked.
No movement. Not even the slight rise and swell of her breasts as 
she breathed, and Buffy was always aware of that; the egregious 
absence mortifying her.
"Willow, speak to me!"
Buffy administered the kiss of life and Willow began to breathe 
again; Although now Buffy was having trouble finding her own breath.
Before either of them could speak, or replace their underwear, a 
strangely handsome boy ran up to them.
Buffy, on reflex, hit out at him in self-defence. or at least on 
behalf of the parts normally defended by a layer of white cotton.
None of her punches connected. She stepped it up a gear.

*

'Man, she's good,' Ranma thought as he fought the gaijin girl. He'd 
been here before; attacked by rabid hordes who'd undergone lingerie 
surgery by the old master. But none as skilled as this! She'd the 
strength of Akane, the bosom of Shampoo, the skills...
Actually, he'd never come up with anyone with skills like these. He 
was hard-pressed indeed.
"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire!" He called out and threw five 
hundred punches in the time it would take a normal fighter to throw 
one; his own special attack and finishing move.
The gaijin, inexplicably, managed to block all but one. However one 
is sometimes all it takes.

*

Buffy came out of the daze to see Willow and the foreign boy 
looking down the at her.
"I beat you," the boy said. "I didn't want to hurt you, and believe 
me, I do not want to marry you."
"Okay," Buffy replied, putting a hand to her head.
The boy paused as if he'd not expected it to be this easy. "I mean 
it," he reinforced. "I really do not want to be married to you. In 
any way."
Buffy looked to Willow, who shrugged. "Okay," she replied once more.
"And you do not wish to marry me?" The boy asked.
"No?"
The boy smiled and relaxed. "I am Ranma Saotome," he offered.
"Saotome?" Buffy blinked. "Do you have a friend with teeth like a 
dog? Big umbrella, screams a lot. Runs through walls?"
It was Ranma's turn to blink. "He was here?"

*

Ranma sat on the edge of Willow's bed.
"I'm sorry," Willow sighed. "I can't break the curse. The magic is 
too powerful for me. Maybe if I was stronger..."
Ranma nodded, looking down at her breasts. When she'd found out 
Willow was into magic she'd asked whether she could look into her 
curse.
"I fear I will be stuck between forms forever," she said, tears 
threatening yet held in check by Ranma's indomitable pride.
Willow nodded. "Is that so bad?" she asked.
Ranma stood and struck a pose. "How can Akane ever really love me 
if sometimes I'm a girl?"
Willow swallowed. "Maybe that's Akane's decision. Have you ever 
asked her how she feels?"
Ranma stared at Willow as if she'd lost her mind.
"I mean," Willow continued, "some girls can love others regardless 
of their body. Sometimes its about who's inside."
Ranma's gaze unnerved her.
"Just like I'm in love with Buffy," Willow added, to reinforce the 
message.
>From downstairs: "Bloody hell!" A broken glass.

*

"Are you okay?" Sheila Rosenberg asked her daughter's 
friend. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No," Buffy replied. "I'm fine. I'm sorry I broke the glass."
"Not at all," Sheila replied. "I'd have broken one myself if I'd 
been holding one. I take it you heard her too?"
Buffy nodded. "I've got very good hearing."
"Mine's not too good," Sheila replied. "That's why I had one ear 
against the door."