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The Roof; Late Sunday Night.

Late in the night, a winged figure landed on the roof of the Fandom High dormitory from the south, white wings stretching out as Setsuna kneeled down to make her landing softer. After her weekend, she was still feeling the edge of everything she'd gone through, and her senses and desires to be particularly dramatic or stealthy were sharp. Her eyes shifted along the roof as though expecting something to come out and attack her; finding nothing, she straightened. She'd have to get Yuunagi to the weapon's locker as soon as possible, but, shivering through her entire body, through the tips of her wings, she cast another glance around. There was blood in the air; a lot of it, the same scent that covered Mahora when she left. Something...had happened here...She noticed it when she flew over the town, too. What...what had it been? What had she missed...and what had she failed to protect while she was gone protecting something else?

[[ open, as roofs be. a post summarizing what her weekend consisted of will go up tomorrow ]]

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//Nah. The one I was fighting sorta fell over and I fell too. Just a few little scratches is all. 'm totally fine.// Ranma ran a finger lightly down the feather that jutted nearest to him. Just out of slight impulse.

The wing and Setsuna both winced a little at the touch, but then relaxed, the feather stretching back out. //"G...good..."//

Her head lowered as she debated with herself whether or not to say what she was thinking. She threw caution to the wind. //"I...I'm sorry that I didn't get to see you fight, though..."//

This elicited quite a smile from Ranma. Quite a blush too. //You'll get ta see some time Setsuna. 'm sure stuff'll attack the place again.// He laughs a little and comes a little closer. //I wanna see you fight with Yuunagi some time too. I can only guess how awesome it'd be.//

Setsuna's eyes shifted downward a little as she tried to act like she didn't notice the step forward. //"You know you're always welcome to come visit the salle while I'm training. If you bring Alphonse, I can show you some of the more impressive techniques, too."//

Unfortunately, nothing as impressive as what she exuted this weekend, she thought, with a proud blush springing to her cheeks. She did know one thing about that weekend; she had kicked major ass...

//Practice jus' ain't the same. A real fight is so different. Ya can feel in your blood and... well.. ya get ta react and really show yourstuff. In practice you have so much more time ta plan... yeah... ain't the same at all...//

Setsuna smiled at him lightly. //"I couldn't agree more. Maybe I'll have to let Mana allow me to bring you along on one of our next jobs. Plenty of real fighting there, and, if she agrees, money is involved."//

//'d be glad ta come if ya want me along..// He holds out a hand, to perhaps help her down from where she's standing on the roof's ledge.

Setsuna blinked at the hand with reluctance before, blushing slightly, she took it and stepped down, wings shifting behind her, straighting out a little. //"Well, at the very least, I should see about dragging you along the next time I'm called back home. You probably miss Japan, if even only a little bit..."//

He doesn't really free her hand, he holds it longer, letting it drop comfortably though, //Didn't the twins invite us ta New Years?// Thinking of this reminds him of dancing around in a kimono. OH SHIT. That's next week isn't it? He had a TINY hope. //Are... ya... doing that pagent thing with them? Next week?//

//"Oh! I...I didn't know that they had invited you as well..."// Setsuna felt the flush across her face deepen, but she wasn't sure why. Was she embarrassed because she didn't know? Or did it have to do with the fact that she hadn't been informed. When the twins left out details, suspicion rose.

//"And I'm afraid I don't know anything about a pageant thing,"// she continued with a slight shake of her head. The stagger in Ranma's voice told her that maybe it was a good thing she didn't in that case.

//Then... please don't go.// He pouted. //I still owe them fer payin' my bail when I was in jail. So... I gotta... do a dance in a kimono in front of everyone..//

Setsuna blinked. //"...Girl form or boy?"//

Yes, she was a little bothered by the fact that that was what first came into her head. She winced, regretting having asked.

Sigh... //Girl form of course... UGh... how embarassin'...//

Setsuna bit her lip against a small smile trying to slip out of her, but the thought was amusing her far too much. //"I would imagine it'd be far more embarassing if they made you wear it as a boy."//

//Ya take note now that if that were what they asked I'd beat the crap outta them rather than let them force me ta do it.// He's quite serious. Ranma Saotome is NO crossdresser. He can be a pretty red-haired gayboy in disguse. But NO to the crossdressing. For serious. //I mean... the girl thing is pretty bad but not half as bad as that...//

Setsuna was really trying to keep that smile down now, especially with that tone in his voice, but she couldn't help but find Ranma's reaction cute. She shook her head lightly; the effort not to chuckle made her not think about what she was about to say because, if she did think about it, she would have known better.

//"I don't think the girl thing is that bad at all. You'll look very pretty."//

//But Setsuna... I'm a BOY. I don't want the whole school thinkin' 'm pretty...// It's a little bit of weaker push than he usually has in such cases. But even Setsuna thinks that? His girls form was still... him... sort of... so... it's like a compliement right? //Well... I don't really have a choice anyway...//

Setsuna's response was a little slow; with blushing cheeks, her eyes drifted off somewhere for a moment thinking about just how pretty Ranma would look in a kimono. It was strange; there wasn't any animousity or annoyance because he would look prettier than she would. Just a strange, fuzzy sort of admiration.

She shook her head, snapping out of it. Ranma was right; despite the truth of the fact, she couldn't blame him for not wanting to be pretty. //"Well, at least it's nothing that should last too long, and then you will no longer have a debt to them hanging over your head."//

//Yeah... That'll be nice ta have outta the way.... So... you're coming to Japan with us? I'd... um... like to spend New Years with ya..//

Setsuna blushed a bit. //"Well, it's really more like that I planned on being back home for the holidays anyway, so an invitation to visit them in Tokyo while I'm between Mahora and Kyoto was extended and I accepted...."//

She paused a moment, looking at him thoughtfully, almost a little sadly. //"...I think it would be safe to assume you really don't plan on staying with your father..."//

//You're kiddin' me right? He'd never let me come back... I;m stayin' with the twins. Though... I was maybe goin' ta try an' find my mom.//

//"Oh. Well..."// Her head lowered, hesitant to say anything. If he wanted to just stay with the twins...

//What's wrong?// He looks confused.

Setsuna took a careful breath. //"Well...did you plan on staying with the twins the whole time? I mean, I'm sure there'll always be an open room for you at the temple, and you have to at least stop by Mahora for a day, see the campus....Kaede was even asking about you this weekend, and I know Haruna would like to meet her cousin after so long..."//

//Ya... want me ta stay with ya..?// Blush. //I'd love ta..// The remembering of Kaede brought another, redder, sort of blush. //T-That... Kaede is um... quite forward don't ya think..?//

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