fandomhighdorms | Outside Koala Cabin, Late Afternoon, Wednesday.

Sakurazaki was a warrior with a mission. With mini-Yuunagi (yes, shockingly, it was still in one piece) tucked into her skirt, she had stalked her way over to Koala cabin and hidden herself expertly in the foliage surrounding it. After considering the prediciment she was in and the insight of her conversation with Alphonse last night, her mission was clear. She didn't know what it was holding her back from writing a recommendation in Ranma's favour, but she was going to find out. By stalking his cabin and waiting for some bomb to drop, exploding and revealing all sorts of character flaws to support her doubt.

But stalking was boring business. She had brought along a little notebook, scribbling a list of pros and cons while she waited for something exciting to happen. She scribbled in Japanese for two reason: 1) much more secretive, despite that the person who it was about could read it well and 2) writing in English sucked, especially without her dictionaries. She had very little so far:

*thumbs up*
someone I know is not a creepy pervert
appropriate age
good friend
would want to make Ojou-sama happy
thinks Ojou-sama is pretty

*thumbs down*
snores (sound sleep is important)
afraid of cat (stupid fear)
turns into a girl
~~tries too hard~~
bad jokes

Sakurazaki frowned. She had a lot of stalking to do. And it didn't help that her shoulders were driving her nuts! Why were they so itchy? It took a severe amount of concentration to try to ignore it.

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Jude blinked.

And then blinked again.

And then grinned.

"Gotcha now, bra," he said, nodding in understand and trying to suppress the glee despite her clear unhappiness. "And . . . well . . . my girl friends do it . . ." That made them sound so shallow, even if it was true. "I'm sorry, Setsuna, I guess I just . . . you and Ranma are more alike than we are and I guess, I dunno." He shrugged. "Not my place to think stuff like that anyways."

Something about that grin just irked her. Mostly because she was mad at herself for allowing confidential information to slide like that. And the excuse that today is just a bad day for ninja-ing was really not cutting it.

Her fists clench as she grunts in frustration, and then they open to claw the air. "To think what? I swear! You two and your...your...assumptions! That's how that whole thing last week happened. Assumptions. And I punched Ranma. You got off easy."

Still, she almost wanted to punch him. But it wasn't his fault she was the worst ninja ever.

The irksome grin slipped away as Setsuna went from 'cute' to 'scary' and Jude scrambled back a bit.

"I'm sorry!" he said plaintively, waving his hands in front of him defensively. "I'm sorry! I made a mistake and I shouldn't assume things and please don't be angry at me any more! I still don't know what was going on last week and I haven't seen you much since, so . . ." He shrugged. "I dunno. I assumed - yeah, assumed - the worst."

Sakurazaki sighs heavily, the anger morphing quickly into just feeling bad. She lowers her gaze and tucks her legs up close to her body, and becomes horribly aware of the itch in her back again. "Yet another reason why I can't just be normal," she muses sardonicly. "Ninja missions. But I guess I did kind of explode right then...Sorry. But this thing has really been bothering me ever since I got the letter about it..."

"Normal's overrated," Jude said, a mellow grin slowly spreading over his face. He leaned in a bit. "Hey, you know you can tell me about stuff that's bugging you, y'know. I promise I won't do any more assuming." He cocked his head a bit, concerned for her. "You gonna be okay, bra?"

Sighing deeply, Sakurazaki nods slowly. Her eyes search his face, although she's not sure what she's looking for. For some reason, though, she thinks she finds it and a very light smile touches her lips. "Yeah, I'll be okay."

But then she frowns again, beseeching him very gravely. "But you can't tell anyone about this, Jude. About this thing with Ranma. You have to protect it like your life, especially around him. He can't know. Not until I know for sure how I'm going to handle it."

Jude shook his head. "I won't tell anyone, I swear. Besides, Ranma doesn't talk to me much any more. He apologised, but . . . anyway, I won't breathe a word, especially to him." And he was going to try really, really hard ~~even though canonically he's horrible at keeping secrets~~. He didn't want to let her down.

"Good. And you're lucky that this assignment isn't too important. Should you slip up, you'll only have my wrath to incur, rather than ninjas or the yakuza or something."

She grins to show she's joking; they never give her the fun assignments like that.

"Your wrath's scary enough," Jude chuckled. "I won't letcha down, bra." He hoped.

He began to crawl out of the underbrush. "I'll letcha keep ninjaing." He looked oveer his shoulder suddenly, his eyes hopeful. "We're still on for tomorrow night, right?"

Her face flushed again; with all the craziness of the incoming assignment and her itching back, it had actually just nearly escaped her mind, and she sat a little stunned for a while as her mind grasped around the fact that, yes, she had a date tomorrow. She had a date. That had to be stranger than anything she claims makes her abnormal.

"Of course!"

Why was her head suddenly swimming?

Jude's smile was like the sun coming up. "Awesome, bra. I'll pick you up around seven, 'kay?"

And then his shirtless self was sauntering back towards the cabin.

It takes a moment to realize that she's just sort of grinning at nothing for a few seconds, and then she shakes her head, stands up, and brushes off her skirt. She should probably go try to stalk Ranma somewhere else, but she'll probably just sort wander the woods idly.

"Ah!"

And try to get this damn itch to go away!!

Outside Koala Cabin, Late Afternoon, Wednesday.

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