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Fourth Floor Common Room; Tuesday Night.

Still no sword. Still no freakin' sword. She was so distracted and disturbed that Sakurazaki couldn't sleep. She couldn't do anything, really. She stalked down to the common room to satiate the only thing she could do: think about it while pacing, fingers twitching slightly, talking quietly to herself in Japanese. She had brought her unfinished dream catcher with her, but it lay on a table, while she had no intention to actually finish it. She just wanted to make sure there was something there to give off the impression that, no, she wasn't obsessing. Not at all. As per usual, she doesn't make a convincing attempt. Why wasn't it here yet? Was Elder Konoe trying to test her? If that wer the case, she was failing horribly. She couldn't take this anymore. She was going to go insane before the night was over, probably. Sakurazaki stops her pacing to sigh. Wonder where one could get a good straight jacket around here; they've gotta keep a few of 'em close at hand....

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//"Setsuna can't talk right now."// The response seems very automated; she doesn't even look toward Ranma. //"She has to figure something out. If she can't figure it out, the mission will fail. Failute is not acceptable. Can't talk now."//

//What the heck?! I hate to sound like John but since when did you get taken over BY ROBOTS.// He's gonna grab her and shake her if this continues.

//"Robots?"// she finally regards him, with a look of inspiration. But it quickly falls away, and Sakurazaki shakes her head, returning to her pacing. //"No, no, that doesn't make any sense. What would Chachamaru-san want with my sword? I suppose if she were trying to keep me from fighting, but she would never do that. She's programed to fight fair. Unless Evangeline-san told her to, but why would Evangeline-san do that? Her fight is with Negi-sensei, not me, and I'm not even really protecting Negi-sensei, that's Asuna-san's territory...."//

//Woah woah...// He grabs her shoulders and lightly pushes her to sitting on the couch. //What's this about?//

You know something's wrong when someone can approach Sakurazaki like that and she goes along with it, numbly dropping onto the couch by Ranma's guidance. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with lost confusion. She had one hand on his arm, sort of in the crook of his elbow, as if needing the support.

//"Where's my sword, Ranma?"// At least she recognizes him, right? //"Where's Yuunagi?"//

//S'okay Setsuna, take it easy... it'll be here soon I'm sure.//

Sakurazaki shakes her head; there's panic in the movement. Her hand on his arm gets a little tighter. //"No, it should have been here by now. Something must have happened. Why isn't it here yet?"//

//Let's make a deal. If It doesn't get here in two days I'll personally go get it for ya. But ya gotta promise me that you'll stay calm until then. Iszat a deal?// He figures it'll come soon... probably.. and if it doesn't... Hey a trip would be nice.

She shakes her head again. //"Can't wait two days. What if something happens? She needs to be here now. SOmething might happen..."//

//Nothing's happened in allll the time we've been here at Fandom. She'll be here soon okay? Patience.// If she's this buggy she'll never make it to sleep tonight. Or have a nice day tomorrow.

//" 'All warfare is based on deception,' "// Sakurazaki quotes, with a strange, cyptic dictation in her voice. //" 'Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him.' "//

//"It never comes when you expect, always comes from nothing. I need my sword. I need Yuunagi, before it's too late."//

Ranma, as he is not one who can take such confusion for long, grabs her shoulders and shakes her. //Snap outta it! Wake up Setsuna!//

For the first few seconds of shaking, Sakurazaki takes it with only a confused widening of her eyes. But it doesn't take much of that to snap her brain out of it, and she frowns deeply, glowering. She tries to push him away, hand pressing sharply against his chest.

//"Stop it!"// she barks. //"What do you think you're doing?"//

He lets her go propmtly. //Whew... you're back.. And what I was doing was saving you.//

She gives him a doubtful and annoyed look. //"Saving me? From what? I was just in here...."//

Sakurazaki drifts off, eyes dropping away thoughtfully. What was she doing?

//I dunno. You were goin' nuts. Sorry for shakin' ya.//

//"Going...nuts?"//

She gasps. //"Oh, God, I was talking about my sword, wasn't it? And I was pacing, right, probably talking to myself like a damned idiot?"//

//All that. Plus givin' me this weird speech.//

//"Weird speech?"//

//About this girl stealing it...? Evangeline... I dunno. It was weird. Then you were going on aobut the enemy or somethin'...?//

//"Evangeline-san...stealing it?"//

Again, there's a gasp, and a frantic queality returns to her voice. //"You don't think she did, do you? Could she have somehow intercepted Elder's magic?"//

//Then you talked about someone named Negi and Asuna fighting with her and not you. What's up with you today..?//

//"Negi and...Negi and Asuna?"//

Sakurazaki blinks a few times. Promptly, she stands from the couch and brushes past Ranma with determined steps. //"I gotta go get my phone; I have to call Ojou-sama. Something might not be right."//

//Uh... well... I'll just.. wait here then..// He sits on the couch looking bewildered to tears. Or not. heh

It takes every ounce of control in her body not to rush down the hallway to her room, but Sakurazaki still gets there quickly, ducking in, locating her phone and slipping back into the hallway, dialing Ojou-sama's number. She waits, pacing the hall as it rings, but then there's no answer. Her voice mail kicks in, and her endlessly cheerful voice is actually grating to Sakurazaki at this moment. //"Damn it!"//

She tries again, pacing back toward the common room again. Same result. //"Damn it!"//

She's fully returned to the common room now. Tries again. Same results. //"DAMN IT!"//

She drops onto the couch, head rolling back; there's a sob deep in her throat. //"There's no answer, Ranma. Something's got to be wrong; why wouldn't she answer? What am I going to do?"//

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